Thursday: First Time
Nov. 29th, 2012 08:27 amHello, everyone. I’m
hpfangirl71, your host for the week and I am here to announce that today's prompt is First Time
This pertains to all sorts of Firsts... First kisses, First attempts at cooking, Awkward first time sex, First time away from home... I think you may get the picture. Today is a day of new beginnings and Firsts... so bring on the prompts!!
The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
Harry Potter, Harry/Scorpius or Draco/Albus Severus, He wants an older more experienced man to be his first.
Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek, Derek's first time cooking Stiles a romantic dinner but he just can't seem to get it right.
Vampire Diaries, Jeremy/Tyler, He's been on the receiving end a number of times but this is the first time Tyler's ever been the one giving a blowjob.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the Lonely Prompts and brighten someone’s day.
Happy Drabble Thursday!!
Tag=First Time
This pertains to all sorts of Firsts... First kisses, First attempts at cooking, Awkward first time sex, First time away from home... I think you may get the picture. Today is a day of new beginnings and Firsts... so bring on the prompts!!
The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
Harry Potter, Harry/Scorpius or Draco/Albus Severus, He wants an older more experienced man to be his first.
Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek, Derek's first time cooking Stiles a romantic dinner but he just can't seem to get it right.
Vampire Diaries, Jeremy/Tyler, He's been on the receiving end a number of times but this is the first time Tyler's ever been the one giving a blowjob.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the Lonely Prompts and brighten someone’s day.
Happy Drabble Thursday!!
Tag=First Time
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Date: 2012-11-29 01:39 pm (UTC)Fill: The Best Mac and Cheese in the World - 1
Date: 2012-11-30 06:09 pm (UTC)It's getting dark outside. Sam can see the greying light through the window blinds of the motel. It's early, but that's Michigan in November for you. Seems like everywhere the Winchesters spend time is somewhere cold and dark.
"Sammie, you do your homework yet?" Dean's mixing up some chocolate milk in the kitchenette. Dad wouldn't like them drinking chocolate milk so close to supper time, but he's not here and Dean is. He says it gives them energy, and Sam isn't about to complain. Chocolate milk is like, the best thing in the world next to, well, hot fudge sundaes.
"Dean, you know I don't have homework." That's not going to fly, but Sam's gotta try.
"Not officially. But Dad wants you to get all the way through that workbook by the end of next week. You got a lot more pages to do."
Sam grumbles some more, then pulls out the math workbook from his bag and settles down at the little battered table in the corner with his chocolate milk and a pencil that needs sharpening. He looks up at his older brother. "What you gonna do while I do homework?"
Dean darts a glance at the clock. "We'll wait for Dad a little bit more, see if he gets back. Then maybe we'll have supper."
"Without him?" Sam feels a curdle of discomfort in his stomach. That's never happened before. Not since Mom died. But Dad's been gone more and more since then. He takes a sip of chocolate milk. Dean puts extra powder in it to make it extra chocolatey.
Dean sighs. "Yeah, I guess. I'm starved." He starts rustling around their food supplies, pulling out boxes and examining them. He puts a box of mac and cheese on the counter and a small pot, then flings himself on the bed, his arm over his forehead.
Half an hour goes by. Sam finishes the math problems - piece of cake, he wishes Dad would get the next level book for him, but there aren't any bookstores around here. He brings his milk glass over to the sink and then sits down on the bed next to Dean.
"Dad's not here," he says.
Dean looks at the bedside clock. "Nope."
"Shouldn't he be back?" Sam frowns, eyes locked on Dean's.
"Yep." Dean's still lying on the bed. He looks up at the ceiling, then rapidly catapults off the bed in one smooth motion. "Let's eat." He picks up the mac and cheese box and reads the instructions on the back. "I can do this. Looks simple."
"Oh." Sam hovers, worried. He's really hungry now.
"It's gonna be alright, Sammie," Dean says, putting a hand on his shoulder, looking down at him. "Dad always comes back. You know that, right?"
"I guess."
Ten minutes later, Dad's still not back. But they've got bowls full of orange-y mac and cheese that's the best mac and cheese ever. They sit on the bed and watch Scooby Doo, spoons clacking.
"Can you make this every day, Dean?" Sam asks.
Dean laughs. "I'd rather not."
Later, they're in bed and neither of them are asleep yet because it's just too weird that Dad's not there. A key rattles in the lock and Dad opens the door, in his hand a paper bag with grease stains on the bottom. "You boys asleep already? I got burgers." He puts the bag on the table and takes off his jacket, then just stands there a moment, staring into space with a blank expression, before he wipes his face with his hand and a grin appears.
"Dad, Dean made dinner," Sam tells him. "Mac and cheese from a box! It's the best."
"Is that right?" Dad looks at Dean. "I'm sorry I'm late, boys. I won't do it again." He sits heavily on the bed. "You did good, Dean."
Both of them are staring at Dad. Sam's so glad to see him. Dad's been acting really weird ever since Mom died. He kind of wants to get up and eat one of the burgers - they smell really good - but Dean isn't making a move and Dad...well, the next thing he knows, Dad is on his back with his eyes closed.
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Date: 2012-11-29 01:42 pm (UTC)Filled
Date: 2012-12-01 04:16 pm (UTC)Dean mewls, an unhappy noise, and Mary’s shoulders instantly scrunch up higher. “Shh, baby,” she tries. Her heart is racing. The nurse’s kindly you’ll do fine dear, as she wheeled the empty chair away is an empty comfort now she’s gone. It’s just Mary and the baby. God, what has she done? Dean squirms again, tiny arm flexing under the blanket, and Mary gently tries rocking them side to side. What would her mom say to her when she was younger? “Angels are watching over you, Dean.”
Mary gently tries a bounce or two and looks out the window to see if John has come yet. His beast of a car isn’t on the street – but no, someone’s opening the door and now she can hear the faint rumble of its engine. Mary carefully eases herself and her baby outside and stands near the curb. “Shh, Dean, it’s all good, baby.”
And it will be, when John is here. Her lovely soldier John, who helped her make this crazy dream a reality. “Look,” she whispers to Dean when the Impala rolls up to them. Her voice is almost overtaken by the loud rumble of its engine. “That’s your daddy’s car. Can you say ‘Daddy’?” Dean squeaks, and Mary laughs out the love swelling in her heart. “We’ll work on it.”
John runs up and pecks her on the cheek, one hand on her shoulder and the other caressing Dean’s fuzzy head. “Hey, darling. How’s our boy?”
Mary readjusts Dean once again so John can reach in one finger and tickle his nose. He’s still squirming, but less determinedly now. “I think he’s doing better now his daddy is here. Aren’t you, Dean?”
The answering smile lights up John’s face. “Let’s get you two home,” he rumbles.
Mary gets into the Impala and Dean quiets further. By the time they’re two blocks down the road, he’s smiling happily up at her once more. The tension in Mary’s stomach loosens. Maybe she can do the whole ‘normal’ thing after all.
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Date: 2012-11-29 01:44 pm (UTC)Minifill
Date: 2012-11-29 02:40 pm (UTC)It was the first time that he heard her speaking and revealed intelligence and kindness that he was truly impressed. And it was the first time he realised there was competition for her affections that he set out to win and keep her.
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Date: 2012-11-29 02:23 pm (UTC)No fill yet
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Date: 2012-11-29 02:30 pm (UTC)You did say lust...
Date: 2012-11-29 03:50 pm (UTC)They say first impressions are important. Darcy’s first impression on seeing the team was: if I fall into a vat of acid I hope I come out looking that beautiful and if none of them are single and up for it I swear I am going to spend the entirety of my internship crying dramatically in the corner.
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Date: 2012-11-29 02:32 pm (UTC)Very mini fill
Date: 2012-11-30 04:18 am (UTC)The doctor and A &E could not get a straight answer out of Ianto, but Jack did not say one word in the hospital and looked extremely guilty through the next morning.
Gwen, Owen and Tosh knew not to ask why Ianto was on heavy painkillers and used a cushion to sit on. It was clear Jack was the reason by his quiet and sulky mood.
Next time Ianto drove, Jack was banished to the back seat until the captain learned to keep his mouth to himself.
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Date: 2012-11-29 02:35 pm (UTC)fill--a delicate touch (pg)
Date: 2012-11-30 07:06 pm (UTC)They exchanged pleasantries, and smiles. This was nothing, this meant nothing.
When Iago moved to leave, he turned back towards her for a moment, staring into her eyes.
"My lady," was all he said, and reached for her hand. She did not move. There was only the trace of a smile on both their faces, each person's body echoing the other's, a ghost of symmetry.
He kissed each finger on her hand, the soft tips only, and Desdemona could feel herself blush.
When he left, Desdemona touched those same fingers to her own lips, trying to feel Iago's lips on hers, just to see what it might have been like.
It was such a gentle first kiss, she thought. So kind, so unassuming.
She wanted more.
[I hope this is okay! It's been like...years since I've read this play, but omg this is probably one of my favorite pairings. I uh, even made a fanmix for them. >.>]
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Date: 2012-11-29 02:40 pm (UTC)