Veronica Mars: Dick/Mac
Title: Whatever
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Characters: Mac/Dick
Prompt: 061. Polish
Word Count: 1510
Rating: Hard R
Summary: The first time it happened was a month after the Beav's not-funeral. Dick has dreams about Mac.
Author's Notes: I'm completely insane. Just remember that. Unbeta'd because I'm horrible. Feedback is appreciated!
The first time it happened was a month after the Beav's not-funeral.
The last funeral Dick had been to was his uncle's. It was huge - there were flowers everywhere and the priest went on and on about how Big Uncle Casablancas was such a merit to society. People performed eulogies and the thing went on forever. The reception had loads of wine, though, so it was easy for Dick to amuse himself and eventually get into the closet with an equally drunk girl that he could only hope wasn't his cousin.
Beaver's didn't have a funeral - he had an unveiling. It was only two months after he took the swan dive (unlike Dick's grandmothers's unveiling, which happened nearly a year after she kicked it) as per his mother's insistance. Apparently August was the only time she would be in the country.
Dick had no idea how she had gotten wind of the unveiling, but she did. He hadn't spoken to Logan in weeks, so there was no way Veronica-bell could have given her the information. Either way, she was there. She didn't dress special for the occasions or anything, just wearing a pair of jeans and a stupid t-shirt that had something geeky printed on it. She didn't even wear tennis shoes - just flip flops so that everybody could see her emo nail polish that was chipping off of her stupid toes.
Dick wore a suit. He even bought a solid-colored tie (again, at his mother's insistance) even though he was sure Beav would have liked the one with dollar bills on it.
Dick didn't even know why they had to have this stupid ceremony. He and Beav hadn't been "practicing" for a long time. Beav had decided to become Agnostic and Dick had decided that religion was too much work.
She stood far away from the family. Out so close to the fence that she could have climbed over it and jumped over the cliff into the ocean if she so pleased. He saw her once coming up to the marker, then didn't look at her again until it was time to leave and she was getting in her car.
They did it in a bed with clean white sheets. They almost glowed they were so clean. And the room was filled with sunlight. She was all pale and pink in some areas and her skin was soft. When he rolled off of her she smiled at him - not sarcastic like the last time at the Carnival - but sweet and pleased. Her fingernails and toenails had been repainted pink instead of that black junk and he liked to kiss her wrist because it smelled like honey. She didn't say anything about it - just laughed.
And then he woke up. And his sheets were the same old dirty ones at the Camelot with mysterious stains (because he couldn't go back to his own house and the Neptune Grand was out of the question). And he had a feeling some of those mysterious stains - the recent ones anyways - were his.
He didn't think about it and went back to sleep.
The next time it happened at school. It was the first day of class - which he apparently had to attend or they would kick him out or something - and he was dead bored with a killer hangover. Nevermind that it was five o'clock in the afternoon. He'd only woken up at three, so the hangover was totally called for.
It was a lecture kind of class, so it was easy to just slump over in his seat like he was taking notes and cover his eyes with his hand.
Then there she was. Same white sheets, same pink nail polish on her fingers. She smiled serenely at him and told him, in a voice that seemed to bounce off of invisible walls, that he'd been gone for a long time. She bit her lip as she straddled him and she closed her eyes when she began to move her hips. Her brow furrowed and her lips puckered when she came and with a loud yell...
He woke up again. Thank god everybody was leaving anyways.
The night he went to go see Parker at her dorm room and ended up getting more of a hangover and less of a warm bed than he'd expected, she came to him again. She was in his mind almost daily after that - three times a week if not more. He'd had this idea that he could pinch himself awake or push her off or something, but it turned out that dream-Dick wasn't as... well, awake as awake-Dick.
Awake-Dick joined a frat. Awake-Dick made new friends who called him Chimboni (seriously - what was up with that?) and drank as much beer as he did and had a contest every year to see who could score the most points by sleeping with chicks.
Dream-Dick had one friend. Dream-Dick slept with that one friend almost regularly and did all sorts of sweet stuff to her. He whispered nothings in her ear after she came that made her giggle ("Taste the rainbow") and knew where and how to touch her to make her whimper.
Dream-Dick was sleeping with the Dream-Girlfriend of Awake-Dick's Dead-Brother.
Awake-Dick was starting to think about seeing a shrink. But at the same time Awake-Dick was having none of it - he'd fix Dream-Dick's problem on his own or he wouldn't fix it at all.
So, when that time of the semester came - the time to pick a few girls, tally up their points and earn them through sheer wit and pick-up lines alone, Dick picked out the finest looking brunette (although not exactly the finest behaving one) and bedded her. Or... bathroom-sinked her.
That would stop the dreams. It would. He was confident.
Only, it didn't. The next morning he woke up with his sheets sticky and her voice in his ear.
It wouldn't stop. She wouldn't stop. He'd confront Awake-Her while he was awake and tell her to stop if it weren't for two things -
She probably totally wouldn't, just to spite him. And he'd sound like a complete psycho.
So, he did the next best thing. He avoided her. He planned on avoiding Bonnie, too, but... well, living without getting it regularly wasn't exactly his idea of the good life.
Then the Pi Sig party came. And when Pi Sigs threw a party, they threw a party. The party even had a name - no easily forgotten keggers here. Dick found Bonnie within two point six seconds of coming down from his room and they planted themselves on the couch with no ideas about moving in the near future.
Of course, Veronica Star Dust had to be all in their business more than a few times. Or maybe it was only once. Whatever.
It was only when Bonnie's boyfriend got all Lincoln Burrows on the two of them that Dick decided maybe it was time to get up and get some exercise. Away from Bonnie. Psycho boyfriends made a dead Dick.
That was when he saw her. She was standing outside the frat house holding a red cup that looked more like a Minor Calling Card and was staring listlessly at the band. She had tennis shoes on this time, but he could guess that her toenails still had emo chipped nail polish on them. Her fingers sure did.
She stopped looking at the crowd for a moment and her gaze swept the party and stopped on him. He quickly looked away and took a drink from his white cup. Some dude was already approaching her.
A boyfriend already? She moved on quickly.
Dick quietly walked over behind the plant that she was standing next to, catching pieces of their conversation. They were talking about Veronica Mars - big surprise. The girl was so overrated. She was saying that maybe they should check the upstairs. He walked back around, deciding that the conversation was far too boring to listen to anymore, but stopped when he heard her call after him.
She sounded sort of like how she did most nights. Except for now, his name was followed by a Have you seen Veronica? and her brow furrowed in confusion rather than... other things.
He didn't answer the question, instead asking snottily if the guy was "Mr. Right". She stared at him blankly and told him no.
So he was sort of surprised the next morning when she was still there. The sheets were blue, her nail polish was chipped and she told him he smelled like he'd been dipped in a vat of rum.
But when he touched her - really touched her, no Dream-Dick and Dream-Touching here - she made the same whimpers and when she came, her brow still furrowed.
The dreams stopped.
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Characters: Mac/Dick
Prompt: 061. Polish
Word Count: 1510
Rating: Hard R
Summary: The first time it happened was a month after the Beav's not-funeral. Dick has dreams about Mac.
Author's Notes: I'm completely insane. Just remember that. Unbeta'd because I'm horrible. Feedback is appreciated!
The first time it happened was a month after the Beav's not-funeral.
The last funeral Dick had been to was his uncle's. It was huge - there were flowers everywhere and the priest went on and on about how Big Uncle Casablancas was such a merit to society. People performed eulogies and the thing went on forever. The reception had loads of wine, though, so it was easy for Dick to amuse himself and eventually get into the closet with an equally drunk girl that he could only hope wasn't his cousin.
Beaver's didn't have a funeral - he had an unveiling. It was only two months after he took the swan dive (unlike Dick's grandmothers's unveiling, which happened nearly a year after she kicked it) as per his mother's insistance. Apparently August was the only time she would be in the country.
Dick had no idea how she had gotten wind of the unveiling, but she did. He hadn't spoken to Logan in weeks, so there was no way Veronica-bell could have given her the information. Either way, she was there. She didn't dress special for the occasions or anything, just wearing a pair of jeans and a stupid t-shirt that had something geeky printed on it. She didn't even wear tennis shoes - just flip flops so that everybody could see her emo nail polish that was chipping off of her stupid toes.
Dick wore a suit. He even bought a solid-colored tie (again, at his mother's insistance) even though he was sure Beav would have liked the one with dollar bills on it.
Dick didn't even know why they had to have this stupid ceremony. He and Beav hadn't been "practicing" for a long time. Beav had decided to become Agnostic and Dick had decided that religion was too much work.
She stood far away from the family. Out so close to the fence that she could have climbed over it and jumped over the cliff into the ocean if she so pleased. He saw her once coming up to the marker, then didn't look at her again until it was time to leave and she was getting in her car.
They did it in a bed with clean white sheets. They almost glowed they were so clean. And the room was filled with sunlight. She was all pale and pink in some areas and her skin was soft. When he rolled off of her she smiled at him - not sarcastic like the last time at the Carnival - but sweet and pleased. Her fingernails and toenails had been repainted pink instead of that black junk and he liked to kiss her wrist because it smelled like honey. She didn't say anything about it - just laughed.
And then he woke up. And his sheets were the same old dirty ones at the Camelot with mysterious stains (because he couldn't go back to his own house and the Neptune Grand was out of the question). And he had a feeling some of those mysterious stains - the recent ones anyways - were his.
He didn't think about it and went back to sleep.
The next time it happened at school. It was the first day of class - which he apparently had to attend or they would kick him out or something - and he was dead bored with a killer hangover. Nevermind that it was five o'clock in the afternoon. He'd only woken up at three, so the hangover was totally called for.
It was a lecture kind of class, so it was easy to just slump over in his seat like he was taking notes and cover his eyes with his hand.
Then there she was. Same white sheets, same pink nail polish on her fingers. She smiled serenely at him and told him, in a voice that seemed to bounce off of invisible walls, that he'd been gone for a long time. She bit her lip as she straddled him and she closed her eyes when she began to move her hips. Her brow furrowed and her lips puckered when she came and with a loud yell...
He woke up again. Thank god everybody was leaving anyways.
The night he went to go see Parker at her dorm room and ended up getting more of a hangover and less of a warm bed than he'd expected, she came to him again. She was in his mind almost daily after that - three times a week if not more. He'd had this idea that he could pinch himself awake or push her off or something, but it turned out that dream-Dick wasn't as... well, awake as awake-Dick.
Awake-Dick joined a frat. Awake-Dick made new friends who called him Chimboni (seriously - what was up with that?) and drank as much beer as he did and had a contest every year to see who could score the most points by sleeping with chicks.
Dream-Dick had one friend. Dream-Dick slept with that one friend almost regularly and did all sorts of sweet stuff to her. He whispered nothings in her ear after she came that made her giggle ("Taste the rainbow") and knew where and how to touch her to make her whimper.
Dream-Dick was sleeping with the Dream-Girlfriend of Awake-Dick's Dead-Brother.
Awake-Dick was starting to think about seeing a shrink. But at the same time Awake-Dick was having none of it - he'd fix Dream-Dick's problem on his own or he wouldn't fix it at all.
So, when that time of the semester came - the time to pick a few girls, tally up their points and earn them through sheer wit and pick-up lines alone, Dick picked out the finest looking brunette (although not exactly the finest behaving one) and bedded her. Or... bathroom-sinked her.
That would stop the dreams. It would. He was confident.
Only, it didn't. The next morning he woke up with his sheets sticky and her voice in his ear.
It wouldn't stop. She wouldn't stop. He'd confront Awake-Her while he was awake and tell her to stop if it weren't for two things -
She probably totally wouldn't, just to spite him. And he'd sound like a complete psycho.
So, he did the next best thing. He avoided her. He planned on avoiding Bonnie, too, but... well, living without getting it regularly wasn't exactly his idea of the good life.
Then the Pi Sig party came. And when Pi Sigs threw a party, they threw a party. The party even had a name - no easily forgotten keggers here. Dick found Bonnie within two point six seconds of coming down from his room and they planted themselves on the couch with no ideas about moving in the near future.
Of course, Veronica Star Dust had to be all in their business more than a few times. Or maybe it was only once. Whatever.
It was only when Bonnie's boyfriend got all Lincoln Burrows on the two of them that Dick decided maybe it was time to get up and get some exercise. Away from Bonnie. Psycho boyfriends made a dead Dick.
That was when he saw her. She was standing outside the frat house holding a red cup that looked more like a Minor Calling Card and was staring listlessly at the band. She had tennis shoes on this time, but he could guess that her toenails still had emo chipped nail polish on them. Her fingers sure did.
She stopped looking at the crowd for a moment and her gaze swept the party and stopped on him. He quickly looked away and took a drink from his white cup. Some dude was already approaching her.
A boyfriend already? She moved on quickly.
Dick quietly walked over behind the plant that she was standing next to, catching pieces of their conversation. They were talking about Veronica Mars - big surprise. The girl was so overrated. She was saying that maybe they should check the upstairs. He walked back around, deciding that the conversation was far too boring to listen to anymore, but stopped when he heard her call after him.
She sounded sort of like how she did most nights. Except for now, his name was followed by a Have you seen Veronica? and her brow furrowed in confusion rather than... other things.
He didn't answer the question, instead asking snottily if the guy was "Mr. Right". She stared at him blankly and told him no.
So he was sort of surprised the next morning when she was still there. The sheets were blue, her nail polish was chipped and she told him he smelled like he'd been dipped in a vat of rum.
But when he touched her - really touched her, no Dream-Dick and Dream-Touching here - she made the same whimpers and when she came, her brow still furrowed.
The dreams stopped.