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scribblemyname) wrote2012-03-27 09:10 pm
scribblemyname) wrote2012-03-27 09:10 pm
Fanfic Meme
Feeling unproductive, so here's a meme from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lithiumlaughter:
Pick a fanfic I've written before and I will write you comment fic following it/taking place in that universe.
Fanfics:
http://scribble-myname.livejournal.com/77815.html
http://scribble-myname.livejournal.com/105824.html
http://fanfiction.net/~scribblemyname
lithiumlaughter:Pick a fanfic I've written before and I will write you comment fic following it/taking place in that universe.
Fanfics:
http://scribble-myname.livejournal.com/77815.html
http://scribble-myname.livejournal.com/105824.html
http://fanfiction.net/~scribblemyname
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Oh, drat it. This one's going to hurt.
Bobby. Awake.
"Thank ya. Ah'll be right down."
She felt like she was dreaming as she hung up the phone and turned around to face the other occupants of the kitchen. Logan was clearly able to read the shock on her face and trying to figure out what it meant. Storm looked concerned. And Remy...
Her thoughts faltered abruptly. "Bobby's awake," she said flatly and brushed past the students filtering in. She didn't exactly flee out of the kitchen, but she walked very briskly.
Upstairs was no better. None of her clothes were good enough. She could barely even remember what Bobby used to like. She'd spent seven years becoming her own person again and to him, nothing but a single long night had passed.
This was supposed to be the best moment of her life. She couldn't breathe as she sat down on her discarded clothing choices in the middle of the floor, couldn't breathe, couldn't stop sobbing, not sure why nothing in the world would reconcile. This wasn't the best. Not even close.
What kind of a horrible person am Ah?
Bobby was her husband. Her husband. She should want to see him, hold him in her arms again, hear his quiet laughter, see the love shining in his eyes.
This was all her fault. She had put him in that coma, and she had failed to keep his memory alive. How could she stare into that faultless love and know she didn't love him back?
Suitably Arrayed
What was she thinking, saying yes to someone like St. John Allerdyce. Everything she had in her closet even close to appropriate for the place he was taking her (a favorite haunt of Mr. Summers and Ms. Grey—you've got to be kidding me, she'd thought when she heard that) screamed YES, when inside she wanted to curl up and say, no, no, no, no, no.
She settled for glaring at the clothes instead.
She could pull a Pyro and wear something wholly unsuited for the venue, like combat boots and fancy jeans, but goodness knew she wasn't like Pyro at all (and why was she going on a date with him then?). She'd die of embarrassment at the fancy restaurant if she wasn't dressed for the occasion.
Another growl of frustration. She kicked through an innocent black dress sandal. She had enough presence of mind to not damage her own possessions in frustration.
"That's it!" If Kitty needed clothes that said no, she knew where to find them. And with that realization, she stomped through her bedroom into the next room over, asked Rogue not to shriek, please, and raided her girlfriend's closet.
She'd made an impression, all right. Kitty blushed under John's open-mouthed stare. She'd dressed for the venue in an elegant black dress with elegant black boots, and elegant black opera gloves and managed to show off no more skin than her exposed neck under her elegant up-do and two strips of arm between the top of the glove and the bottom of her sleeves.
Let him think she was blushing because he couldn't take his eyes off of her. (Wasn't this supposed to say no?) She had never imagined in her life that he could actually be suitably arrayed for a fancy date, let alone look that awesomely good.
She swept down the stairs, took his arm, and grinned up at him, composure regained. "Shall we?"
"Uh... Yeah." He still looked dazed, and she was starting to feel some rather suspicious tendrils of what seemed like satisfaction.
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Yes, so hurty, but so good! I kinda feel like Rogue wondering what kind of horrible person I am because all I can think about is no more Remy/Rogue! T.T
Thank you so much for this! =D
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I might just write more.
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