YOU. I thought I'd knocked off all my ficlets for the night AND THEN THERE WAS YOU. ♥ Honestly, I'm not sure that this X-Men Big Bang is going to go ahead with everything else on my plate in RL, but I'm going to progress with the current expectation that it will ('til I'm proven otherwise). ^^
Also, sorry if this ficlet isn't very coherent. You caught me at almost 4am. ^^;
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Adam has been thinking about it for months, considering the options for weeks, but he never got to the actual planning for how he would ask Dean’s professional partner in crime to his prom (his high school prom – Sam and Dean would never let him live it down), so Adam's five beers in at dinner – he may have gulped down the first three when nobody was looking, just so his hands would stop shaking – and Michael’s on his way to watch the football in the den when Adam accidentally lets the question slip.
Michael stares at him for a long moment from the doorway and Adam’s stomach churns through the bitter alcohol, chest tight, as he watches Michael’s slow frown melt into an incredulous laugh, “What did you say?”
“Go to prom with me,” Adam says, not even an invitation anymore, because he doesn’t trust his voice to lift with the right question at the end, but when Michael shrugs, “Sure,” and wanders off to the source of the game echoing down the hall, it isn’t relief that curls through Adam’s air, because he doesn’t think Michael understood, Michael probably just thought Adam was making a drunken joke, another in a long line of things said only to make his family and friends smile, but none of those things mattered, not like Michael who gave Adam tunnel vision no matter who else was in the room, and Adam can’t even recite Michael’s badge number as he used to every time he needed to remember how to breathe – his gut clenches, he bolts, and makes it to the bathroom just in time to shut the door behind him to muffle the noise of him giving up his dinner.
Michael/Adam, High School!AU & Detective!AU, Adam wants to ask his brother's partner to the prom
Also, sorry if this ficlet isn't very coherent. You caught me at almost 4am. ^^;
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Adam has been thinking about it for months, considering the options for weeks, but he never got to the actual planning for how he would ask Dean’s professional partner in crime to his prom (his high school prom – Sam and Dean would never let him live it down), so Adam's five beers in at dinner – he may have gulped down the first three when nobody was looking, just so his hands would stop shaking – and Michael’s on his way to watch the football in the den when Adam accidentally lets the question slip.
Michael stares at him for a long moment from the doorway and Adam’s stomach churns through the bitter alcohol, chest tight, as he watches Michael’s slow frown melt into an incredulous laugh, “What did you say?”
“Go to prom with me,” Adam says, not even an invitation anymore, because he doesn’t trust his voice to lift with the right question at the end, but when Michael shrugs, “Sure,” and wanders off to the source of the game echoing down the hall, it isn’t relief that curls through Adam’s air, because he doesn’t think Michael understood, Michael probably just thought Adam was making a drunken joke, another in a long line of things said only to make his family and friends smile, but none of those things mattered, not like Michael who gave Adam tunnel vision no matter who else was in the room, and Adam can’t even recite Michael’s badge number as he used to every time he needed to remember how to breathe – his gut clenches, he bolts, and makes it to the bathroom just in time to shut the door behind him to muffle the noise of him giving up his dinner.