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Guh, lots of homework this weekend. I shall be high with the solvent for my markers, and die a slow death sticking circles and making patterns with them for Design Fundaments class. *headdesk* But if I'm lucky, I'll go and watch The Devil Wears Prada today. I'm in the mood for something light, so meh.
Good thing about the X-Men Movieverse fandom? The fic is downright awesome. So I'm guessing I'll have a good time reading every single entry of this year's ficathon *g*
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nekare
Title: Act Two, Scene Nineteen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2725
Summary: John shows up at Bobby’s door in a cold October night, hair unwashed and bags underneath his eyes.
Written for:billystarpip
Pairing/scenario requested: Bobby/St. John, minimal angst - reunion after X3
Author's Note: Weeeell. It's not angsty to me, but then again, I'm weird. Written for this year's![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
xmmficathon. Much, much thanks to the lovely melandry, the greatest beta ever. :)
When he wakes up the next morning, John is sitting by the only window of the room, wearing Bobby’s clothes, drinking Bobby’s bottled water, and reading Bobby’s textbook, occasionally muttering about how fucking boring it all is...
Good thing about the X-Men Movieverse fandom? The fic is downright awesome. So I'm guessing I'll have a good time reading every single entry of this year's ficathon *g*
Author:
nekareTitle: Act Two, Scene Nineteen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2725
Summary: John shows up at Bobby’s door in a cold October night, hair unwashed and bags underneath his eyes.
Written for:
billystarpipPairing/scenario requested: Bobby/St. John, minimal angst - reunion after X3
Author's Note: Weeeell. It's not angsty to me, but then again, I'm weird. Written for this year's
xmmficathon. Much, much thanks to the lovely melandry, the greatest beta ever. :)When he wakes up the next morning, John is sitting by the only window of the room, wearing Bobby’s clothes, drinking Bobby’s bottled water, and reading Bobby’s textbook, occasionally muttering about how fucking boring it all is...