"Firsts are so overrated; I just want to be your last."
c Sam touched his newly marked shoulder. “It’s just-thank you. For caring.”
Castiel blinked. “I am not sure I could do otherwise. Free will in practice seems-constrained.”
-every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you by rivkat [Supernatural genfic, Castiel & Sam]
c If there were a gun to his head, Dean would have probably guessed eastern Nevada. But that situation was unlikely to transpire.
c Sam laughed, sounding like something flung joyfully off a roof, told him, "I know," and that was how Dean knew it was true.
- Smart People Who Do Dumb Things by Candle_Beck
♪ It's not a melody, not exactly; Bob Dylan by way of Shakira, maybe, changing the beat every three measures or falling into a time signature that hasn't been created yet, like he's having a style crisis of musical faith. Having seen Adam's externalized debate on the merit of one belt over another, it's as typical as it is soothing. It's not that Adam's indecisive; he just likes to be right.
"I'm just saying," Kris says, because the thought was important, or at least, was there, so why not continue it, this is not the person I saw myself being, but it never gets farther than his thoughts. One who gets lost in the great American Midwest and wears nail polish and ends up in a car with a genuine force of nature, the kind you read about in books and think so not realistic, but maybe you hope a little that you're wrong. Because people that live like that should exist, they should, the world can't be just people who only think they do.
"Saying what?"
Dammit. Kris opens his eyes and looks at a universal anomaly less than a foot of upholstery away. "I'm glad I met you."
Adam swerves, just a little. "That's what you were working up to?"
Kris thinks about it. "Yeah. I think it was."
♪ "I thought you'd be out."
"I was." Which is obvious--Adam hadn't done anything more complicated than change clothes--and Kris is reminded suddenly that Adam would share almost anything, but not this part, not really, not except in the stories he's willing to share. It's not dressing up, the vivid blue-red lushness of his mouth, eyes edged in smoky grey and heavy black; it's the person who isn't dressing up when he looks like this, even if when he's performing, he sometimes does. Because there's a world where Adam does this because he's going on a stage and a world where he does this because that's who he is, and it's just a coincidence that they happen to look the same.
♪ Kris added them to the total and tried to remember his own teenage years clearly enough to recognize the model of cash register, because the kid just went beyond language. Adam looked between them for a long moment, then sighed, like being the sex symbol of a generation was just too tedious for words.
♪ "And that's okay," Adam whispers, knee pushing between Kris' legs, the words slipping over Kris' lips like a kiss. "Firsts are so overrated; I just want to be your last."
- Only Take What You Can Carry by seperis [AI RPS: Kradam]
♪ It's clear that Kris has made his choice. You can almost understand it, really. The truth is, anything less than everything just wouldn't be enough, and everything is really more than you'd ever be able to ask from Kris, who has so many good things in his life. You're just you, and eventually, Kris will learn to live without you, because he really is that strong of a person.
-“Whataya Want From Me” by risti [Kradam]
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