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17 April 2013 @ 06:57 pm
[fic] just like the robinsons' affair  
ugh, what is happening? The worst part is that all this fic I'm posting aren't even the ones from the drafts of fic that I have written on my laptop somewhere. These fics are the ones I'm writing on the spur of the moment. What the actual fuck. Please excuse me, forgive me, etc. etc. And on top of everything, I'm developing an unhealthy obsession with post 2x22 Veronica. Just, why. Also, cranmers and fluffyfrolicker deserve a special apology, because in my infinite wisdom, I saved the fic as public instead of private while writing and they were treated to 1000 words of WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS? And they were still ridiculously kind to me about it. So here you go people, I guess you're well sick of me by now. BUT YET I WRITE. I am like a zombie, man, they never learn.

ETA: waltzmatildah is hosting an Impromptu Slash/Femslash Comment Ficathon to celebrate New Zealand becoming the 14th country to legalise same sex marriage. GO PLAY.

just like the robinson's affair
veronica mars | veronica; veronica/logan, wallace, mac, cassidy, dick | hard r |
post season 2 | warning: mentions of rape, sex, language. | ~3000

"I'm not Caitlin Ford," she snaps, once. | The summer of breaking down up.

Her dad says: "are you sure you're okay, honey? Because this trip can wait. It isn't that important."

It is that important, she knows.

She smiles wide, she's done this before after all, at the back of her mind, her white, virginal dress bunched up around her hips, her white, virginal panties on the floor.

Yes. Just go. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, etcetera, and I got to tell you father-of-mine, my heart could do with more fondness after you ditched me on that outbound plane to New York, that one time two weeks ago. Get me a souvenir, yeah? Some Liquid X, perhaps?"

Her dad shakes his head at her and kisses her on the head. And when he leaves, bags in tow, she slumps against the door.

Backup is locked outside. He is silent, for once.

"Yes." she says again to the empty house.


It's a long, endless Californian summer. Her head aches with the heat almost constantly, and she can't be bothered with make-up that slides down her skin in neon colors and sweat, even if she has a boyfriend and Seventeen tells her she should, to keep him interested.

"I'm not Caitlin Ford," she snaps, once, when he's not doing anything more objectionable than flipping through an auto magazine on the beach, surfboard propped against his legs.

It annoys her that he doesn't even look up.

"If I wanted Caitlin Ford, I'd be with Caitlin Ford."

"Except for that whole part where she didn't want you and cheated on you with that PCHer, right?" she's a bitch, really, when it comes right down to it. It probably has something to do with genetics and being Lianne Mars's daughter.

He grins, "is that supposed to be insulting to me for getting cheated on or to you for being the one taking Caitlin Ford's leftovers?"

"Maybe you should be with Caitlin Ford then," she says, shading her eyes to glare at him, "since you want her so much and everything." and this? right here? is ridiculous.

"How much easier would my life be if I was," he muses, turning another page. He should just marry that stupid magazine.

She thinks about that for a moment, wrapping her hands around her knees and digging her feet into the sand.

"No one writes songs about the ones that come easy." she doesn't even know why she says it.

He looks up then, and laughs at her, "what? did Hallmark hire you to write their slogans? Is that why you're Little-Miss-Sunshining this place up?"

She rests her head on top of her knees, "epics are almost always tragic," she absently fingers with the frayed ends of her jeans, "you'd know that if you'd ever bothered to turn up for English."


She wears that one red dress way too often after he tells her she looks good in it, and breaks up with him seven times on average.

The fourth time, he laughs. "no, seriously?"

"I mean it." she says, immediately on the defensive, and she's not kidding at all.

"You always do," he replies, and kisses her. Hard. So she knows he's angry. Even if he's learnt to school it. That wasn't her, that was Aaron Echolls. There are some parts of Logan she didn't get the chance to break.

She breaks up with him again after the kiss.


She sitting on the ground, with her back against the foot of his bed when he comes back, wet cloth in hand.

"So what is this," Logan asks tightly, as he gets down on his knees beside her, his hands gently peeling away the shirt clinging to her with mud and water and blood, "you decided the daily excitement of being a PI hiding creepily in the bushes and filming adulterous porn wasn't doing it for you, so you want to see how long you can last in mortal combat instead? You got a death-wish, Mars?"

The irony of hearing that line from him possibly breaks the escape velocity of the atmosphere. She finds she can't quite meet his eyes. There is an ache somewhere in the center of her chest, where the man in the black sweatshirt had turned her own taser on her.

This shit is starting to happen way too often for a scenario not involving canned laughter.

"If you'd been paying attention in Psych 101," she says flippantly to the duvet, hanging off the edge of the bed, "you'd know that everyone has one. Freud has a theory on it and everything. Your lack of scholasticism is really starting to catch up with you."

"The least you could have done," he says, and he's mad at her. This is familiar, "is worn leather. Because from where I'm standing it doesn't look like I'm getting anything out of this Florence Nightingale stint."

She thinks she'd have liked a little bit of make-up just then. Her skin is bruising into ugly colors which will be even uglier the next day, she knows. He can't possibly love her like this. Not the guy who's had Caitlin Ford and Lilly Kane and Hannah Whatsername and Kendall Casablancas and god knows how many others for his viewing and other pleasures. She's only ever had Duncan, and he'd never made her scream. And Cassidy. She's had Cassidy. Cassidy's had her. Whatever.

He looks at her for a long time, as she busies herself with the blue glow above his headboard. It shines too brightly and for a moment, she can't see anything else at all.

Finally, he sighs, and presses the cloth against her, water dripping uncomfortably down her stomach, pooling at the waistband of her jeans. The washcloth is cold against her skin. His hands, hot. It hurts a lot more than is strictly bearable, and she grits her teeth.

But then he reaches down and licks the water, right off of the discolored skin. Her stomach muscles clench hard at the sensation, even though, fuck, that fucking hurts.

She tangles her hands in his hair and pulls him up, "what the hell, Logan?"

"Sorry," he says, "not sorry." he says.


"So, this must be, like, the eighth time, then?" Mac looks up from the computer, her hands constantly moving over the keyboard. Like if she keeps them still long enough, she'll never be able to move again.

"Ninth," Veronica says automatically, then forces herself to smile, "but who's counting, right?"


"You know," he drawls, leaning against the hood of her car, "if you were going to leave like that, you might at least have taken a few dollars from my wallet, make the business all respectable-like."

"A hooker insult," she claps her hands in mock-glee, "I haven't heard one of those in so long, I was starting to miss it. I wonder why we ever broke up."

"When," he says, his eyes careful, searching, she feels her body stiffen with that familiar mixture of arousal and rage, "did we break up, exactly? Just for the sake of future reference."

"Just now," she says, which is a lie. They broke up the moment he made her want him. But that's an explanation and she's not. Explanations. She's the running away.

He nods, like this is exactly what he expects from her, a wide, ugly smirk breaking out across his face, and runs his hands through his hair, the gel breaking with the movement of his hands. When the highlights fall over his forehead, she resists the urge to push them back. She can't reach anyway, unless he lets her. He's always going to have that.

"I knew we shouldn't have kissed," he says, loud, obnoxious, being hurt always makes him want to hurt back, these are things about him she learnt last summer. Summer is their time. Maybe because they're so cold that if winter was their time, they'd just cut each other across sharp edges, "I broke the rule, right? No kissing on the lips? Because now you're in love with me and you've broken your rule about being a heartless, ice-cold bitch and that's got to suck."

She can feel her head start to ache again, the pinch behind her eyes, developing into a hammering and the sheer exhaustion of being in love with Logan Echolls sweep through her, "a Pretty Woman reference, Logan?" she says brightly, instead, "you should have just told me you needed me to be your beard. We're friends, aren't we? I don't judge. If you want to imagine someone, like someone without those fiddly lady-parts"

"Did last night feel like I was imagining someone else." He begins abruptly, and now he's obviously done with the whatever it is they're always doing "and here I would have thought the number of times I repeated your name"

"Shut up," her throat feels dry, she can still taste herself against his mouth, when she swallows hard. She let him do that, "shut up."

He holds his hands up in mock-surrender, "sorry," he says, exaggeratedly, "sorry I paid so much attention to you. Sorry I made you want it. Sorry I made you ask for it."

Logan please, the voice in her head is low, half-caught, breathy, please. It sounds like Lilly in her head. Veronica always sounds like Lilly in her head.

"I thought you'd be pleased," she smiles widely, "all those time you called me a slut, and now you have first-hand confirmation. Why don't you just run along and tell the 09er gang. You know, for old time's sake. We've been missing the status quo around here."

"Veronica," he says suddenly, so soft, she can feel herself freeze.

"No," she backs away blindly, feeling the handle dig into her back, as she hits the car. "don't."

"I'm not," he begins, then stops. "Fine, go, whatever."

She gets into her car, the engine starts.

He moves away from her hood and waves, once.


She marks it on her calender in red.

When she comes out of the kitchen, Keith is looking at the red slashes with faux-concern, "you need to see a doctor, honey? I may never have been a teenage girl, but I don't think you're supposed to begin your period every three days."

She mimes laughter, "a PMS joke! You're the gift that just keeps giving. Did you see the way I cleverly continued that menstruation thread with a fertility metaphor?"

"I see the way you cleverly avoided the topic at hand, yes." There is far too much understanding in his gaze.

She avoids his eyes, "you. Me. CSI marathon. Tonight. If you figure more of them out before I do, then you buy me dinner. If I figure it out before you do, then I get bought dinner by you."

She looks up then.

"Yes," she says, in answer to the unspoken question in his eyes. "Yes."


"I've heard," she swallows thickly, "that guys don't like going on down on girls."

"So have I," he says from between her spread legs, the vibrations from his muffled words making her bite her lip hard enough to draw blood, "it takes all kinds."

"You do." she points out, fisting his sheets between her hands, her heart nearly pounding out of its cage, "and you're a guy."

"So maybe they're wrong." he spreads her wider and she thinks she may just snap her spine, "ignorant. Maybe you should conduct an official research. Interview everyone you know. Or just, you know, stand in the garbage cans, outside their windows and film them, as per the usual."

"Duncan didn't," she feels bad almost immediately, for saying that, it's not true, "I mean, I don't know. I never asked him to. One time he tried, and I just shut him off. I wish I hadn't." she's not trying to be mean, it's just, she misses Duncan. 4. 8. 14. 16. 23. 42. she repeats in her head, over.

"I could," and this time she screams when he does that, it's the competitor in him, she knows, this should be a turn-off, "do this every day for the rest of my life."

She falls back against the impossible thread count, and she can tell he knows he's said something wrong because he doesn't continue the slow teasing, his mouth and fingers working to make her come almost immediately.

he can feel the white-hot, irrational anger making it's way through her. Anger at the fact that he can still make her want him even when she knows she's been raped. Even though she didn't let Duncan do this, Duncan, who's still a fortune on her bedroom mirror, when she didn't know.

And now she wants sex all the time. All he has to do is look. That's one sick Pavlovian reaction he instigates in her.

She dresses silently, after.

"I don't think this is working." The impact of her words is considerably lessened by the fact that he mouths them along with her.

His gaze is quick, calculating. He falls back on the bed, hands behind his head, cushioning. "Okay."

"That's it." she says, "we're done?" that wasn't supposed to be a question. "we're done."

"That's it," he confirms, "we're done."

"If I had such a death-wish," she says snidely, instead, "I'd just have let Bea— Cassidy kill me up on the rooftop, you know."

Logan turns to the side-desk, picking up his half-empty glass and raising it to her in silent acknowledgment, before draining it. He's more drunk than she originally thought, she realizes, "didn't you?"


"But and correct me if I'm missing something here
didn't you break up with him?"

"Yes, but" she twists the cord around her hand. Wallace is supposed to be her BFF, how is he not getting this, "he hasn't called."

"So," Wallace says, his voice sounding blank even over the distance and static, "call him."

She needs a girlfriend, she decides. Maybe a temporary girlfriend, who isn't drowning her grief in complex algorithms and breaking six federal and state laws, she amends.

"I'll do that," she says, mock-cheery, "thanks."

She can hear Wallace sigh on the other end, he's not buying it. The rhythmic sound of the ball hitting the floor reaches her in intervals. It lulls her into a strange place between being awake and dead. "You okay, Mars?"

"Yes," she says, "of course."


"Where are you going," she asks, when he starts picking up his clothes and slides one leg into his jeans.

"I thought we'd mix things up a little this time," he says abruptly, "how about
I leave and you stay? Just once. Just to keep the mystery alive, you know. Besides, this is kind of your house."

"Wham," she brings her hand down hard in a chopping motion, doesn't bother getting up "bam. Thank you ma'am."

His mouth twists at the corner, but he doesn't stop pulling up his jeans, "we all know who wears the pants in this relationship anyway." He raises his voice in a high-pitched imitation of himself that makes something inside her ache with loss. She is sorry. "
I love you so much Veronica. Veronica can I make love to you, please? Our relationship is epic you know, Veronica. "

She doesn't want to go there, "I thought you said you didn't remember anything about that night."

"I don't," he lapses into sullenness, "you said it the next day."

The image of Kendall's arms wrapped around his naked body floods her brain, along with the familiar pang of jealousy. She unconsciously tightens her grip on the sheet, threading it between her fingers. Her bed is too small for both of them and he's ridiculously tall. She still feels sore and cramped from all the

'If I," she says, voice small, "ask you to stay. Right now. Would you?" Maybe he's tired. And that terrifies her. Because she hadn't ever considered he might get tired. Of this. This is how they function.

He rubs his eye in a childish gesture that cuts right through her, "when do I not."

She opens her mouth, just as he continues, looking straight at her, "please. Don't ask me to stay."

She bites her lip to keep the words down.


"So, like," Dick Casablancas says, without preamble, when she picks up, "if you're done playing with them and could give back Logan's balls anytime soon, that'd be great. You must be a vixen in bed, Mars, he's so strung up about you."

"What are you," she replies, unable to keep the sting out, "his official spokesperson?"

"His Masculinity-R-Us sponsor, yes."

"Your brother," she says, dully, "raped me."

For about two seconds, there is silence on the other end, "my brother," Dick says, his voice free of recognizable inflections, "is dead."


"I'm not," she shoves him, hard, when he opens the door. She can barely get him to move an inch. It pisses her off.

He doesn't look surprised.

"A Grade A psychotic bitch?" he offers helpfully, leaning against the open door, arms crossed. When she inhales, she can smell what he usually smells of; alcohol, and the sea. But mostly Logan.

"Okay," she says fiercely, "I am not okay."

He tilts her head up to meet his eyes with a finger under her chin, and when she can't avoid his gaze any longer, she gives up trying, "okay."

"It's not that simple," she's just lashing out now, as always, but it is not okay, "it isn't just as easy as an 'okay', okay?"

And suddenly he grins.

She deflates against his chest, his arms coming to wrap themselves around her, "don't say it. Don't say it, or I swear I'll"

"You said it," he murmurs against her hair, bending down in that awkward position he always has to, to reach. Maybe the fact that he still always does means something. Maybe it doesn't. Whatever.

She can still hear his mocking I love you so much Veronica. Veronica can I make love to you, please? Our relationship is epic you know, Veronica. It cramps her inside with something close to tenderness.

No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.

She won't tell him. Just this one time, she won't.

"Yeah," she says, "that was a stupid thing to say. Sometimes I say stupid stuff like that."

She takes his jacket off first.
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waltzmatildah: [got] margaery + loraswaltzmatildah on April 17th, 2013 01:58 pm (UTC)
in my infinite wisdom, I saved the fic as public instead of private while writing and they were treated to 1000 words of WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS? Haha, yes, I read it too!! I figured that was what had happened, especially when it disappeared again! There were waaaay too many typos for it to be a genuine post from you!

Still haven't watched any of this show. MUST CATCH UP! Though, cranmers just sourced season one of The Tudors for me so... Natalie Dormer wins!
gemmacranmers on April 17th, 2013 02:05 pm (UTC)
YAY! How is it going? Have you seen Natalie's boobs yet?


I recently stumbled across a video I made four years ago (LMFAO). I remember trying hard to keep it tasteful (LMFAO X 2). I wasn't even that young... D:

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gemmacranmers on April 17th, 2013 02:01 pm (UTC)
cranmers and fluffyfrolicker deserve a special apology

Oh come now, you know there is no need. I was only kidding ;D

guess you're well sick of me by now. BUT YET I WRITE.

you keep on doing that! Everything here is brilliant as usual. I wasn't really as ~arrested by this show as you seem to be, lol, but having a canon ship is GLORIOUS!!!
youcallitwinter: the ones that come easy.youcallitwinter on April 17th, 2013 07:41 pm (UTC)
LOL, MY OBSESSION IS NO JOKE. It is interfering with my RL. I have exams coming and I'm sitting in class writing fic. This is insane.

But having a canon ship is GLORIOUS!!!

WAIT, but, like, a canon ship for me or you?! Do you ship this? Also, haha, this must be better than having to read about a ship you loathe, which you said you also did ;)
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Dani Mephistopholes: BB - let us have our soul destroying bregeeky_dani on April 17th, 2013 04:36 pm (UTC)
This is amazing. It perfectly captures their awesome dysfunction. (I can't wait for the movie!) Thanks so much for sharing.
youcallitwinter: here to get it back from youyoucallitwinter on April 17th, 2013 07:43 pm (UTC)
Hahaha, that icon is pretty much perfect and the usage made me LOL. Also, I'm really glad you think so, Logan and Veronica are so much all at once that I'm always afraid of messing up! (Also, YES, I'm going crazy over the movie already!)
sassy, classy, and a bit smart-assy: VM: Logan Veronicabadboy_fangirl on April 17th, 2013 06:40 pm (UTC)
AND THIS IS WHY I'LL NEVER WRITE VM FIC. I can't even begin to imagine...words failing me...will be back later!
youcallitwinter: we still are made of greed.youcallitwinter on April 17th, 2013 07:48 pm (UTC)
Naomi: Veronica Mars by _jems_frelling_tralk on April 17th, 2013 07:11 pm (UTC)
Amazing fic :)
youcallitwinter: bad moon risingyoucallitwinter on April 17th, 2013 07:54 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much <3
Alexia Lisa Drake: Purple Lovealexia_drake on April 17th, 2013 09:34 pm (UTC)
She breaks up with him again after the kiss.

Haha, she broke up with him quite often in that fic, but that break-up was my favorite. I did not expect it. lol

"if you're done playing with them and could give back Logan's balls anytime soon, that'd be great. You must be a vixen in bed, Mars, he's so strung up about you."

Hilarious, that's so Dick. *giggles*

Great story, that was fun to read, and it's nicely written :D
youcallitwinter: our winding roadsyoucallitwinter on April 18th, 2013 09:44 am (UTC)
Haha, I love the idea of Logan and Veronica dysfunctionally making their way through the Post S2 summer, trying to deal with everything that happened, and Veronica basically being all over the place and Logan just giving in all the time.

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! :D
archangel_bloodarchangel_blood on April 17th, 2013 10:36 pm (UTC)

It sounds like Lilly in her head. Veronica always sounds like Lilly in her head.
Oh, God. Headcanon right there.

"You said it," he murmurs against her hair, bending down in that awkward position he always has to, to reach.
The fact that you seem to love their height difference as much as I do makes me so inexplicably happy.

I can’t. I don’t even know what to say (made painfully obvious by this rambling comment). This whole thing is just perfection.

(And apparently I need to find myself a VM icon now.)
youcallitwinter: till the end of the worldyoucallitwinter on April 18th, 2013 10:23 am (UTC)
(And apparently I need to find myself a VM icon now.)

LOL, considering that 39 of my 40 icons are VM right now...

The fact that you seem to love their height difference as much as I do makes me so inexplicably happy.

I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN ON HOW MUCH I LOVE THAT. There are like at least five references to it in every fic I write. I am projecting a whole lot though, because KB is about my height and to have a short kickass lead female character? JUST, YES. Also, it's just ridiculously adorable in midst of their usual world-ending angst.

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woobloo: veronica/loganwoobloo on April 18th, 2013 12:32 am (UTC)
All the FEELS from this, seriously. Let me assure you no one, or certainly not me, is getting sick of your VM fic. In fact, if you could just give up a real life all together and just spam everyone with VM fic, that would be wonderful. XD

No, but seriously, this is amazingness incarnate. You have broken!Veronica, to get all simplistic on you, down to a t. And mocking but yet not mocking but still mocking Logan.... perfection. And this is just... gah. Every word is amazing. All the kudos, as per usual.
youcallitwinter: the lonesome all understandyoucallitwinter on April 18th, 2013 09:50 am (UTC)
In fact, if you could just give up a real life all together and just spam everyone with VM fic, that would be wonderful. XD

Why, aren't you just very, very kind, sir :D But also, that seems to be pretty much all I'm doing as it is! I have to stop myself from making all sorts of posts about VM about three times a day!

I'm so glad you like it! I think Post S2 Veronica has become one of my favorite things in the world to write, along with Logan-from-Veronica's-POV, because he's just so ridiculously in love with her that I adore the idea of him dealing with Veronica being all over the place because of her experiences in 2x22. Thank you! <3
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Please keep being a learningless zombie! This is a sharp, clear, fair look at Veronica.
youcallitwinter: the way we get by.youcallitwinter on April 18th, 2013 09:45 am (UTC)
That certainly seems to be my calling these days D: And thank you, earlier I was terrified of writing Veronica and now I want to do nothing except write her all the time!
dangerous curves aheadserenitysea on April 23rd, 2013 03:43 am (UTC)

youcallitwinter: sandbox loveyoucallitwinter on April 23rd, 2013 10:56 am (UTC)
Soul of the Rosesouloftherose on April 23rd, 2013 09:33 am (UTC)
This was just fucking GREAT. I loved it. You captured them perfectly & made my OTP live for me. Thank you <3
youcallitwinter: here to get it back from youyoucallitwinter on April 23rd, 2013 10:59 am (UTC)
Aww, thank you! They're definitely the ship I'm calling my OTP over possibly all others, so glad to know this worked for you!
treblebethtreblebeth on May 6th, 2013 08:46 pm (UTC)
omg another one I missed! I genuinely can't pick a favorite but I really really love this one. god, they are so fucked up and so terrible for each other while being the only thing for each other too. I started picking out lines I loved and it was too many. Again, love the exchange with Dick and Veronica. You've really got the feel of their relationship perfectly. and Logan is just the right mixture of broken, whipped and caustic. I love him so much and I completely hurt for him but also I'm not sure I could stand him sometimes.
youcallitwinter: be your teenage dream tonightyoucallitwinter on May 7th, 2013 08:44 am (UTC)
*raises hand* I have a favorite of my vm fics, which is ridiculous, but it's the first time I've had a favorite, I think mine is they don't make morning after pills for this. I HAVE CLEARLY BEEN SPENDING WAY TOO MUCH TIME WRITING.

Logan is just the right mixture of broken, whipped and caustic.

unf. Best description of all times. I mean yes, that is exactly my perception of show!Logan. And I'm sure I couldn't stand him sometimes as well. Although I think one of the most interesting things about him is how he really doesn't ~pursue Veronica? Like, he'd madly in love with her, but he often lets her be? Even while she was with Duncan, he didn't try to actively ~seduce her; his modus operandi is to basically state what everyone is feeling and then let everyone stew in the resultant awkwardness. He never really called her out on her obvious jealousy with regards to Hannah/Kendall/etc. [even the "you're cute when you're jealous" was a one-liner and he didn't follow it up or try to make her feel uncomfortable], I find that fascinating about him.

eep! sorry for the long comment, I obv like discussing this stuff WAY too much!
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catteo: [vm]veronica|logan teenage dreamcatteo on May 7th, 2013 04:54 am (UTC)

I just can't even tell you how much I love this. I think that it is my actual favourite of all your recent VM fics. Christ. I love the way that she keeps breaking up with him and they keep not being broken up. And the way she sort of just needs him there even if she doesn't want to. And he just keeps taking her shit because she's Veronica and that's what he does because he's the biggest woobie with the longest sleeves and he'll stop you shooting your rapist on a rooftop even though he kinda wants to do it himself.


Also, is it my imagination or did you also throw in a bonus Pacey/Joey ASK ME TO STAY.


And now I am stopping with the stalking.


Except to say that the bathroom makeout is one of my favourite scenes of all time. I am now stalking your comments too.
youcallitwinter: what I gave is yours to keep.youcallitwinter on May 7th, 2013 08:58 am (UTC)

My actual favorite of my vm fics is they don't make morning after pills for this in terms of what I wanted to do. In my head that is my definitive Veronica, but this is my definitive Veronica/Logan. I have thought way too much about this stuff, ugh.

Christ. I love the way that she keeps breaking up with him and they keep not being broken up. And the way she sort of just needs him there even if she doesn't want to.

Yes. Damn, you make writing worthwhile. That is exactly what I was going for. I mean, in my interpretation (the author is dead etc. haha) I would imagine she'd break up with him because she needs him and that plain sucks according to her because a) it's Logan. b) she never needs anything. But I think at this stage Logan is possibly the only person who can relate to her and the way she is because he knows about her rape (I think he's the only one who we know canonically does, till she later tells Parker) and what she'd been like when she'd thought her dad was dead.


Also, is it my imagination or did you also throw in a bonus Pacey/Joey ASK ME TO STAY.

Hee, you're making me wish I had, but I've never actually seen Dawson's Creek. Maybe all epic couples have moments like that?

(KRISTEN/VERONICA'S FACE IN THE BATHROOM MAKE-OUT? A+++++ I've never seen anyone look so genuinely aroused, especially in that one moment where she gasps. What even. OTP FOREVER BASICALLY.)
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