FICLET: I've Got a Hunch (It's Not Over) 3/?
I Got a Hunch (It’s Not Over Yet) - 3/?
Fandoms: The OC, Veronica Mars
Characters: Cassidy, Oliver, Lilly, Marissa, Mark (OC)
Summary: Hell’s too good for people like you. Death’s just the beginning.
Rating: R (sex, language)
Word Count: 495
Previous Parts: One, Two
Author's Note: Feedback is still crack because this just keeps getting crackier (and more addictive to write). Thanks to Sam for the beta ♥
Lilly laughs after you fuck her.
She rolls off of you, lets out another chuckle that’s loud, vibrant, and suffocating in a way that makes you think I should be high for this before she turns to you with laughter still in her eyes.
‘What’s so funny?’ You can’t help but ask.
‘That you think screwing me will make any difference to her.’
* * * *
Oliver fucks you like Logan - like a poor little rich boy making you part of his downward spiral - and Mark fucks you like Aaron - treating you like a trophy on his shelf that makes him cool. None of them are like Cassidy was - a boy who became a man in bed and fucked you like you were garbage - and that kinda sucks because he was the best you ever had - (the only one that could make you beg).
You can’t help but wonder if he’d be better or worse now that he’s a guy whose been in love. You don’t kid yourself into thinking you’ll ever get a chance to find out.
* * * *
You knew as soon as you met Lilly that she was a rich debutante with a rebellious streak longer than the girls you grew up with. When you learn her last name, you remember Summer’s gossip and smirk when you realize you were more right than you thought.
Girls like Lilly play games the way normal people breathe - like it’s a necessity to life that comes easy - and you know she’s playing you like she plays everyone - like a fucking fiddle.
It doesn’t bother you enough to stop it.
* * * *
You find Marissa sitting on a dock, legs swinging aimlessly over the side, her toes barely skimming the water. Her eyes have a far-away glaze and you know she’s somewhere else entirely.
‘Hey. It’s Marissa right?’ You come to a stop behind her and she doesn’t look back at you.
‘Yeah.’
‘I’m Cassidy.’
You leave your hands in the pockets of your swim trunks because she’s made no move to offer her own, and when she doesn’t offer anything else either, you take it up on yourself to continue the conversation.
‘How’d you up end up here?’ You take a seat next to her on the dock.
‘Car crash.’
She never does look at you.
Fandoms: The OC, Veronica Mars
Characters: Cassidy, Oliver, Lilly, Marissa, Mark (OC)
Summary: Hell’s too good for people like you. Death’s just the beginning.
Rating: R (sex, language)
Word Count: 495
Previous Parts: One, Two
Author's Note: Feedback is still crack because this just keeps getting crackier (and more addictive to write). Thanks to Sam for the beta ♥
Lilly laughs after you fuck her.
She rolls off of you, lets out another chuckle that’s loud, vibrant, and suffocating in a way that makes you think I should be high for this before she turns to you with laughter still in her eyes.
‘What’s so funny?’ You can’t help but ask.
‘That you think screwing me will make any difference to her.’
* * * *
Oliver fucks you like Logan - like a poor little rich boy making you part of his downward spiral - and Mark fucks you like Aaron - treating you like a trophy on his shelf that makes him cool. None of them are like Cassidy was - a boy who became a man in bed and fucked you like you were garbage - and that kinda sucks because he was the best you ever had - (the only one that could make you beg).
You can’t help but wonder if he’d be better or worse now that he’s a guy whose been in love. You don’t kid yourself into thinking you’ll ever get a chance to find out.
* * * *
You knew as soon as you met Lilly that she was a rich debutante with a rebellious streak longer than the girls you grew up with. When you learn her last name, you remember Summer’s gossip and smirk when you realize you were more right than you thought.
Girls like Lilly play games the way normal people breathe - like it’s a necessity to life that comes easy - and you know she’s playing you like she plays everyone - like a fucking fiddle.
It doesn’t bother you enough to stop it.
* * * *
You find Marissa sitting on a dock, legs swinging aimlessly over the side, her toes barely skimming the water. Her eyes have a far-away glaze and you know she’s somewhere else entirely.
‘Hey. It’s Marissa right?’ You come to a stop behind her and she doesn’t look back at you.
‘Yeah.’
‘I’m Cassidy.’
You leave your hands in the pockets of your swim trunks because she’s made no move to offer her own, and when she doesn’t offer anything else either, you take it up on yourself to continue the conversation.
‘How’d you up end up here?’ You take a seat next to her on the dock.
‘Car crash.’
She never does look at you.