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Coming off my self-imposed mini-hiatus... because work is dead and I'm just waiting on one contract. But I have to stay here...
So, for January 1st, request other firsts. Name a character from any fandom I usually write and a first time (kiss, kill, make cupcakes, etc) and I will write a ficlet.
On the first day of the new year, it's time for some first times...
So, for January 1st, request other firsts. Name a character from any fandom I usually write and a first time (kiss, kill, make cupcakes, etc) and I will write a ficlet.
On the first day of the new year, it's time for some first times...
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OKAY well how about First house - either Dean/Rory or Sam OR Dean (Or John/Mary if you so desire). Pick whoever!?
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"Yes."
"You bought a house?"
"Yes."
"You bought a house?"
"Yes! Hell, Mary, why do you keep saying it like that?" John asks, backing away from the furious blonde woman who is advancing on him, one finger poking at his chest every time she speaks. That finger is sharp.
"Because you bought a house!" Mary yells, throwing her hands up in exasperation.
"I thought you'd be happy," John says, mystified. He'd asked Mary to marry him as soon as he got back from his tour, but he hadn't thought about the logistics of it. She was now eight months pregnant and they were still living in his parent's garage that had been converted temporarily into a small apartment.
Mary had joked that they would have to stick the baby in the sink for the first few years.
"You bought a house I've never seen," Mary cries, slapping a hand to her forehead.
"Well, here then!" John doesn't mean to yell back but he'd been looking forward to tears and hugs and being a hero for the day and it just wasn't working out like he'd planned. He grabs the photo of the place from his top pocket and shoves it into Mary's hands. She looks down at it, looks back up, then looks down at it again.
Everything stills.
"Oh John," she says and when she looks up, she's smiling and John's never been more relieved in his life.
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