Drabbles
I thought I might just post the bunch of drabbles I've done today (in my holiday haziness *gloat*).
Synonym.
Pairing: L/V
Rating: PG13
Synonym
A duplicate taxonomic name that has been rejected or replaced
Everything seems to crack around her heels. Where Veronica Mars walks compassion, humanity and security fear to tread. She struts through Neptune High, all eyes on her in her black jeans and denim jackets, and she just smiles. She doesn’t care about the whispers or the catcalls, her bottom lips is smooth and unbitten.
Veronica Mars is everything they want to be, and everything they don’t.
Everything breaks under his feet. Where Logan Echolls walks compassion, humanity and security fear to tread. He struts through Neptune high, all eyes on him in his designer threads and puca necklace, and he grins. He doesn’t give a fuck about the whispers and he catcalls with the best of them (he’s Logan Echolls damn it, he deserves to be heard), and his nails have been bitten down to stubs.
Logan Echolls is everything they think they want, and everything they don’t.
He thinks their broken pieces fit perfectly together.
She thinks there’s only so much you can do with dust.
The End.
Pairing: L/V
Rating: Pg 15+
Warning: Character Death.
AN: Done for VM100
In the End.
In the end it goes down exactly as they always said it would (Her Father, Wallace, Logan, Mac). In the end it’s Liam Fitzpatrick holding a gun to my head, and I’m wondering why I’m never got around to leaving Neptune. In the end it’s just him, and me and I favor one last glance at the door just in case. In the end it’s not about money or even power, it’s about lead ripping through fragile flesh and brain matter. In the end, he’s too late, Logan doesn’t come just in the nick of time, and he doesn’t pull a superman or a robin and save the day. In the end, like a song, it wouldn’t have mattered if he had.
Quarantine.
Pairings: L/V
Rating: PG 13
AN: Totally random L/V moment I thought up in the shower. Kinda inspired by delirious fic drabble a-thon.
Quarantine.
When she opens the door she wrinkles her nose at the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on his skin. He lurches forward and is pleasantly surprised when she catches him, he knows she hates the stench of cigarette smoke, but honestly Logan likes the way the white ash falls.
“Hello Veron-i-ca” he slurs, and she rolls her eyes when she tips him on the couch.
“You’re drunk”
He pulls her down beside him and rests his head on her shoulder.
“And you still want me”
Maybe their lips touch or maybe they don’t, Veronica would never admit it because she draws back at the softest of touches.
“Please leave Logan”
He wants to cry at the coldness in her icy blue eyes, and slumps onto the couch. Veronica gives a sigh of frustration, with sounds more like a sob and tries to pull him up.
“Logan, I mean it”
He gives her an incredulous look but returns back to drunkenly studying his toes.
“Logan…” She sighs, and wisps of blonde are pushed resignedly back from her face.
“I can’t do this. I wish things where- but there not. So I can’t be around you… I need like a-” She frowned as she tried to pinpoint the right word. “Quarantine. I need to be away from you so I’m-”
“Not tempted”
She sighs.
“Yes. I guess so…”
And when she looks at him, even in his drunkenness, he knows what those blue eyes are telling him.
Leave Logan, she says, her pink lips never once moving to utter those words, Let me get off you. Infect someone else.
And maybe she’s right.
But then he has to try.
Perfectly Imperfect.
Pairings: L/V, D/V and if you really squint hard Lilly/D
Rating: R
AN: This is actually really four separate drabbles, each done from the perspective of one of the Fab Four pre-season. I'm planning to do a companion piece post Lilly's death... when I get around to it.
Previously Perfect.
Fear,
She’s the perfect one. Little Veronica Mars, virginal and sweet with her perfect matching virginal and sweet boyfriend. To the ‘fab four’ nothing can penetrate her bubble of perfection. Her alcoholic mother doesn’t exist because her cardigan is clean and her shoes match her skirt. Duncan tells her she tastes of nothing but cherry lip-gloss.
Logan’s completely unperfect, he drinks and he fucks and he doesn’t fit in her perfect puzzle. He’s dating her best friend and he looks at her like she’s human. That can’t do. Not at all.
Then why can’t she get him out from under her skin?
**
Sin
She’s the lustrous one.
Or slutty, depends on who’s whispering into her ear that night. She’s the one who teases her boyfriend and her brother; she’s all come hither and short skirts. Veronica gasps at her exploits, every time she tells her about the casual fuck she has with the pool boy when Logan’s at a premiere with his father. She doesn’t care, doesn’t feel, just wants and haves. She’s Lilly, fucking, Kane and she’s going to rule the world. She has everything. But she looks at Logan glancing slyly over to where Veronica is nuzzling her cheek against Duncan’s, and she wonders if that’s true.
**
Pride
He’s the solid one. Mind, body and state. He’s the one with the solid future that his father has carefully mapped out for him, and the agar sweaters that his mother lovingly irons. He’s the one who has Veronica Mars, who is gorgeous and pure and just perfect for him. He’s the one with the sister who peppers his cheek with kisses when he buys her a new I-Pod for her birthday. He’s the one with the screwed up best friend who laughs and shoves, and evens out his cardboard backing. He’s solid. And he wonders sometimes if that’s the only reason she stays.
**
Anger
He’s the- ar fuck it- he’s the screwed one. Long sleeved designer t-shirts hide scars which criss-cross his back and settle far into his soul. Lilly is his ‘soul mate’, because she meets his fuck ups with out blinking, and she forgives and ignores his wounds. She doesn’t offer him iodine or Wiggle band-aids, just the bottle of her mother’s rum. Still, sometimes when a certain blonde’s hand lingers on his for a second longer then necessary, or when he looks up over pizza to see her blue eyes settling on his, he wonders that if someone so perfect could look at him with such reverence.
Maybe he’s not so bad after all.
Synonym.
Pairing: L/V
Rating: PG13
Synonym
A duplicate taxonomic name that has been rejected or replaced
Everything seems to crack around her heels. Where Veronica Mars walks compassion, humanity and security fear to tread. She struts through Neptune High, all eyes on her in her black jeans and denim jackets, and she just smiles. She doesn’t care about the whispers or the catcalls, her bottom lips is smooth and unbitten.
Veronica Mars is everything they want to be, and everything they don’t.
Everything breaks under his feet. Where Logan Echolls walks compassion, humanity and security fear to tread. He struts through Neptune high, all eyes on him in his designer threads and puca necklace, and he grins. He doesn’t give a fuck about the whispers and he catcalls with the best of them (he’s Logan Echolls damn it, he deserves to be heard), and his nails have been bitten down to stubs.
Logan Echolls is everything they think they want, and everything they don’t.
He thinks their broken pieces fit perfectly together.
She thinks there’s only so much you can do with dust.
The End.
Pairing: L/V
Rating: Pg 15+
Warning: Character Death.
AN: Done for VM100
In the End.
In the end it goes down exactly as they always said it would (Her Father, Wallace, Logan, Mac). In the end it’s Liam Fitzpatrick holding a gun to my head, and I’m wondering why I’m never got around to leaving Neptune. In the end it’s just him, and me and I favor one last glance at the door just in case. In the end it’s not about money or even power, it’s about lead ripping through fragile flesh and brain matter. In the end, he’s too late, Logan doesn’t come just in the nick of time, and he doesn’t pull a superman or a robin and save the day. In the end, like a song, it wouldn’t have mattered if he had.
Quarantine.
Pairings: L/V
Rating: PG 13
AN: Totally random L/V moment I thought up in the shower. Kinda inspired by delirious fic drabble a-thon.
Quarantine.
When she opens the door she wrinkles her nose at the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on his skin. He lurches forward and is pleasantly surprised when she catches him, he knows she hates the stench of cigarette smoke, but honestly Logan likes the way the white ash falls.
“Hello Veron-i-ca” he slurs, and she rolls her eyes when she tips him on the couch.
“You’re drunk”
He pulls her down beside him and rests his head on her shoulder.
“And you still want me”
Maybe their lips touch or maybe they don’t, Veronica would never admit it because she draws back at the softest of touches.
“Please leave Logan”
He wants to cry at the coldness in her icy blue eyes, and slumps onto the couch. Veronica gives a sigh of frustration, with sounds more like a sob and tries to pull him up.
“Logan, I mean it”
He gives her an incredulous look but returns back to drunkenly studying his toes.
“Logan…” She sighs, and wisps of blonde are pushed resignedly back from her face.
“I can’t do this. I wish things where- but there not. So I can’t be around you… I need like a-” She frowned as she tried to pinpoint the right word. “Quarantine. I need to be away from you so I’m-”
“Not tempted”
She sighs.
“Yes. I guess so…”
And when she looks at him, even in his drunkenness, he knows what those blue eyes are telling him.
Leave Logan, she says, her pink lips never once moving to utter those words, Let me get off you. Infect someone else.
And maybe she’s right.
But then he has to try.
Perfectly Imperfect.
Pairings: L/V, D/V and if you really squint hard Lilly/D
Rating: R
AN: This is actually really four separate drabbles, each done from the perspective of one of the Fab Four pre-season. I'm planning to do a companion piece post Lilly's death... when I get around to it.
Previously Perfect.
Fear,
She’s the perfect one. Little Veronica Mars, virginal and sweet with her perfect matching virginal and sweet boyfriend. To the ‘fab four’ nothing can penetrate her bubble of perfection. Her alcoholic mother doesn’t exist because her cardigan is clean and her shoes match her skirt. Duncan tells her she tastes of nothing but cherry lip-gloss.
Logan’s completely unperfect, he drinks and he fucks and he doesn’t fit in her perfect puzzle. He’s dating her best friend and he looks at her like she’s human. That can’t do. Not at all.
Then why can’t she get him out from under her skin?
**
Sin
She’s the lustrous one.
Or slutty, depends on who’s whispering into her ear that night. She’s the one who teases her boyfriend and her brother; she’s all come hither and short skirts. Veronica gasps at her exploits, every time she tells her about the casual fuck she has with the pool boy when Logan’s at a premiere with his father. She doesn’t care, doesn’t feel, just wants and haves. She’s Lilly, fucking, Kane and she’s going to rule the world. She has everything. But she looks at Logan glancing slyly over to where Veronica is nuzzling her cheek against Duncan’s, and she wonders if that’s true.
**
Pride
He’s the solid one. Mind, body and state. He’s the one with the solid future that his father has carefully mapped out for him, and the agar sweaters that his mother lovingly irons. He’s the one who has Veronica Mars, who is gorgeous and pure and just perfect for him. He’s the one with the sister who peppers his cheek with kisses when he buys her a new I-Pod for her birthday. He’s the one with the screwed up best friend who laughs and shoves, and evens out his cardboard backing. He’s solid. And he wonders sometimes if that’s the only reason she stays.
**
Anger
He’s the- ar fuck it- he’s the screwed one. Long sleeved designer t-shirts hide scars which criss-cross his back and settle far into his soul. Lilly is his ‘soul mate’, because she meets his fuck ups with out blinking, and she forgives and ignores his wounds. She doesn’t offer him iodine or Wiggle band-aids, just the bottle of her mother’s rum. Still, sometimes when a certain blonde’s hand lingers on his for a second longer then necessary, or when he looks up over pizza to see her blue eyes settling on his, he wonders that if someone so perfect could look at him with such reverence.
Maybe he’s not so bad after all.