Wednesday: Firsts
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rockerbaby423 and the theme to get us over hump day, is firsts. Whether it’s a first kiss or the first time a character sneaks out of the house, we want it all!
Have fun and remember to follow the rules:
Feed the overworked codemonkeys correctly formatted prompts (and not overly long, don't write the story for them, inspire them):
Not feeling inspired? Adopt one of our Lonely Prompts!
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rockerbaby423 and the theme to get us over hump day, is firsts. Whether it’s a first kiss or the first time a character sneaks out of the house, we want it all!Have fun and remember to follow the rules:
- No More than three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
- No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
- If your fill contains spoilers, please warn for it and leave enough space for people to pass by.
- Feel free to fill a prompt even if it is already filled, the more fic the merrier!
Feed the overworked codemonkeys correctly formatted prompts (and not overly long, don't write the story for them, inspire them):
- Vampire Diaries, Damon/Elena, the first, and only time, he lets her drive his car
- Veronica Mars, Veronica/Logan, the first time he hurts her
- Vampire Diaries, Damon/Elena, the first moment of her new life
Not feeling inspired? Adopt one of our Lonely Prompts!
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Date: 2011-05-18 06:38 am (UTC)promt filled
Date: 2011-05-18 06:56 am (UTC)..
His first reaction, when she asks him to drive is absolutly, no fucking way in hell.
She pouts and only then does he realize why she decided to wear a tank top to come see him. He gives in when she starts to put her jacket back on and mumbles something about Stephan. So obviously he has to let her drive his car.
Which is a bad fucking idea. But he knew that.
"No. No. No."
"God, Damon, could you chill? I'm going the speed limit-"
"That's what's frightening me most about this," interuptes Damon sharply. "You almost ran over a cat. A poor, defensless-"
"It's just a cat, Damon."
"Just a - Jesus, Tarzan, watch out for that tree!"
"Why would someone plant a tree that close to the road, anyways?"
"We weren't on the road, ghostrider," snapped Damon, closing his eyes and tightening his grip on his seat. There's a slight grinding of gears, which means Elena's speeding up, and his eyes snap open.
"Hell no, we are not going off roading, just turn right back around. Field trip is over."
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Date: 2012-12-12 09:25 am (UTC)And she would spend the rest of her life wishing that he was her first.
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Date: 2011-05-18 07:59 am (UTC)I usually avoid angst like the plague, but that's how this came out...
Date: 2012-05-14 12:58 am (UTC)His first thoughts, "Son of a bitch!" and "Well, this is a crappy way to die!" were soon followed by regret that he seemed to once again have failed his dad when it really counted.
What John had hoped would be a routine salt and burn had, as things tended to for their family, turned ugly. While investigating the abandoned house where the woman had lived in life, the spirit had pushed him down the stairs, leaving him with a bad concussion and a dislocated right shoulder. He had confirmed no personal effects remained in the house and he knew where she was buried, but in his condition, he wasn't going to be doing any digging.
Dean volunteered to finish the job. His father had argued that he was only sixteen, but Dean had helped him occasionally before, and though he didn't say it, Dean knew he was probably one of the oldest sixteen-year-olds on the planet. He'd seen this sort of thing before, knew what he was up against, and they couldn't afford to wait for John to heal up with this crazy ghost rampaging around as she was.
He probably shouldn't have been so cocky going into this thing. They'd waited until Sammy was asleep, not that he didn't know what was going down; everyone knew he hated hunting, and this was just a means of avoiding a fight. John had checked and double-checked Dean's duffle of supplies and lectured him about twenty times about getting in and out of the cemetery as quickly as possible.
"I can do this, Dad!" he'd huffed and headed for the door.
"Dean!" A tiny part of him was hoping for a follow-up of something like, "Be careful out there!" What he got was, "We'll only get one shot at this; stay on task."
Dad wasn't big on sentimentality, neither was he, but he sure would have appreciated confirmation that he was more to his father than just cannon fodder.
He was going to miss Sammy. Maybe the kid would still be able to make a break from hunting--he'd already tried running a few times. Of course, with him gone, there wouldn't be any buffer between him and Dad...
The thought of Sammy in his shoes gave him a sudden burst of last-minute strength; he scrabbled frantically next to him for a handful of the rock salt the ghost had knocked from his hands earlier and threw it in her face. She disappeared with a shriek and he fumbled with his lighter, coughing the whole time, eyes watering so he couldn't see, but he got it done.
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