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angelgazing) wrote2005-10-15 10:10 pm
angelgazing) wrote2005-10-15 10:10 pm
Entry tags:
fic: learning curve (yourself around me) - vm - veronica/weevil
title: Learning Curve (Yourself to Me)
fandom: Veronica Mars
pairing: Weevil/Veronica
words: 800
rating: PG
summary: Sometimes it just takes a while to catch on.
notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emcue for her birthday. Veronica/Weevil in eight drabbles. And, yes, the brackets are in the title because I hate to buck a trend when I'm the only one going with it. ;)
There's Never Gonna Be a Moment of Truth for You
The bike hums under her, between her thighs. It hums, like his grandmother did the day she sat in his kitchen waiting for him and watched her fill ice trays. A song she doesn't know, but she knows.
Her palm presses against his stomach, under the leather of his jacket, white cotton worn and washed thin and soft under her fingers. The heel of her hand presses a little too hard as they take the turn, and he laughs when she does and it makes her hum. Her fingers curl into his jacket and the zipper bites into her skin.
All You Need is the Thing You've Forgotten
Veronica wakes up gasping sometimes, sweat gathering on the back of her neck, curled around herself and panting, gasping, and lonely.
She's become redundant. She's turned into a girl, into the girl she was before, when she'd have nightmares about walking out naked, when she had nightmares about being left instead of leaving.
Sometimes she sleeps through the night, and that she's mostly stopped looking for shadows that shouldn't be on the wall is of little comfort. She shivers, curled into a ball under her blankets, the smell of cheap soap and salt hanging on her pillowcase. She's become redundant.
I Know That You're In There
He wraps his fingers around her wrist in a dark corner of a semi-empty hallway and nearly gives her a heart attack except not really because it's Wednesday and he always gets itchy on Wednesdays. She's not so far regressed that she's forgotten how to read him.
Not so far that she's forgotten how to read anyone, and that's why she hates Wallace's new girlfriend and that's why she's stopped trying to catch him in the middle of doing something illegal with his gang.
"Veronica," he says, and she bites down on a thousand different things she wants to say.
While the World is Watching
Duncan stops her with his fingers on the small of her back. He smiles and takes her tray and they sit at the table they usually share with Wallace. "Was there," he asks, trying and failing to be discreet at nodding toward the cluster of Biker Gang mocking a freshman, "a problem?"
"No," she says, "Not at all." And she doesn't say: I think he's trying to keep me safe from what you're turning me back into. I think maybe he's trying to save me from me.
"Veronica, it isn't safe to—"
She bites a fry in half viciously.
The Effort is a Waste of Time
Weevil shifts his weight and looks around the dark parking lot suspiciously. She's thinking maybe this is just a little too cliché for her. His fingers drum on the hood of her car and she's standing eighteen inches away and he keeps looking at her like she's from another planet.
"You want me to what?" he asks, and looks so confused that she has to laugh a little. Just until her sides hurt and she feels better than she has in months.
She pushes her cold coffee to him and shakes her head. "Nothing. Just wanted to see your face."
The Things You Couldn't Change
She tilts her head, just a little, and it's only because he looks like that when she does it. It's only because he called her on it once and she can be sweet sometimes, like she was before (before, when Lilly still put on her make-up in the girl's bathroom in the mornings) and it was easier.
Weevil shakes his head, and half smiles and shuts the door behind her. "You got a death wish coming out here?" he asks instead of saying something as mundane as 'hello'. "Little 0-9er girls ain't safe in these parts, you know."
She does.
(Though You've Tried)
They drive up in a roar of engines and teenage-boy-anger and tires on pavement. Weevil bumps her shoulder with his. "See what I mean?" he asks, laughing over the noise, as horrified as he ever is while she leans back against the chain-link fence and does her best impression of casual.
She doesn't know at all, because her fingers curl into the fence and there's a place where the links are cut that pinches and if anything has ever been obvious to her it's that she's not in danger here.
Weevil shakes his head and they leave without a word.
The Fat Lady Sung
"I'm not," she tells him; in a whisper like she's got a secret when really she's just trying not to hit him. "I never was."
"Hear your daddy is running for Sheriff again," he says instead of replying. "Couple months and you'll be back where you started."
"You got a thing for 0-9er girls I should know about?" The crowd heading to lunch passes them by with room to spare and plenty of whispers. It shouldn't be this way, but it is. Weevil shakes his head and she says, "You keep forgetting there's nothing for me there." And it's true.
---
Now comes the time when I must admit
that the titles for these were all taken from the lyrics of
Learn to Live with What You Are by Ben Folds
fandom: Veronica Mars
pairing: Weevil/Veronica
words: 800
rating: PG
summary: Sometimes it just takes a while to catch on.
notes: For
emcue for her birthday. Veronica/Weevil in eight drabbles. And, yes, the brackets are in the title because I hate to buck a trend when I'm the only one going with it. ;)There's Never Gonna Be a Moment of Truth for You
The bike hums under her, between her thighs. It hums, like his grandmother did the day she sat in his kitchen waiting for him and watched her fill ice trays. A song she doesn't know, but she knows.
Her palm presses against his stomach, under the leather of his jacket, white cotton worn and washed thin and soft under her fingers. The heel of her hand presses a little too hard as they take the turn, and he laughs when she does and it makes her hum. Her fingers curl into his jacket and the zipper bites into her skin.
All You Need is the Thing You've Forgotten
Veronica wakes up gasping sometimes, sweat gathering on the back of her neck, curled around herself and panting, gasping, and lonely.
She's become redundant. She's turned into a girl, into the girl she was before, when she'd have nightmares about walking out naked, when she had nightmares about being left instead of leaving.
Sometimes she sleeps through the night, and that she's mostly stopped looking for shadows that shouldn't be on the wall is of little comfort. She shivers, curled into a ball under her blankets, the smell of cheap soap and salt hanging on her pillowcase. She's become redundant.
I Know That You're In There
He wraps his fingers around her wrist in a dark corner of a semi-empty hallway and nearly gives her a heart attack except not really because it's Wednesday and he always gets itchy on Wednesdays. She's not so far regressed that she's forgotten how to read him.
Not so far that she's forgotten how to read anyone, and that's why she hates Wallace's new girlfriend and that's why she's stopped trying to catch him in the middle of doing something illegal with his gang.
"Veronica," he says, and she bites down on a thousand different things she wants to say.
While the World is Watching
Duncan stops her with his fingers on the small of her back. He smiles and takes her tray and they sit at the table they usually share with Wallace. "Was there," he asks, trying and failing to be discreet at nodding toward the cluster of Biker Gang mocking a freshman, "a problem?"
"No," she says, "Not at all." And she doesn't say: I think he's trying to keep me safe from what you're turning me back into. I think maybe he's trying to save me from me.
"Veronica, it isn't safe to—"
She bites a fry in half viciously.
The Effort is a Waste of Time
Weevil shifts his weight and looks around the dark parking lot suspiciously. She's thinking maybe this is just a little too cliché for her. His fingers drum on the hood of her car and she's standing eighteen inches away and he keeps looking at her like she's from another planet.
"You want me to what?" he asks, and looks so confused that she has to laugh a little. Just until her sides hurt and she feels better than she has in months.
She pushes her cold coffee to him and shakes her head. "Nothing. Just wanted to see your face."
The Things You Couldn't Change
She tilts her head, just a little, and it's only because he looks like that when she does it. It's only because he called her on it once and she can be sweet sometimes, like she was before (before, when Lilly still put on her make-up in the girl's bathroom in the mornings) and it was easier.
Weevil shakes his head, and half smiles and shuts the door behind her. "You got a death wish coming out here?" he asks instead of saying something as mundane as 'hello'. "Little 0-9er girls ain't safe in these parts, you know."
She does.
(Though You've Tried)
They drive up in a roar of engines and teenage-boy-anger and tires on pavement. Weevil bumps her shoulder with his. "See what I mean?" he asks, laughing over the noise, as horrified as he ever is while she leans back against the chain-link fence and does her best impression of casual.
She doesn't know at all, because her fingers curl into the fence and there's a place where the links are cut that pinches and if anything has ever been obvious to her it's that she's not in danger here.
Weevil shakes his head and they leave without a word.
The Fat Lady Sung
"I'm not," she tells him; in a whisper like she's got a secret when really she's just trying not to hit him. "I never was."
"Hear your daddy is running for Sheriff again," he says instead of replying. "Couple months and you'll be back where you started."
"You got a thing for 0-9er girls I should know about?" The crowd heading to lunch passes them by with room to spare and plenty of whispers. It shouldn't be this way, but it is. Weevil shakes his head and she says, "You keep forgetting there's nothing for me there." And it's true.
---
Now comes the time when I must admit
that the titles for these were all taken from the lyrics of
Learn to Live with What You Are by Ben Folds
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I'm wondering how her personality is going to shift this season.
And I definitely miss me some Weevil.
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I too miss Weevil. It's very sad for me, because, dude, Weevil. The only reason I ever even gave a thought to VM fic was because I stumbled across a Veronica/Weevil drabble. We should protest this lack of Weevil thing.
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Okay, enough babbling. But seriously, I LOVE your fic beyond words, and reading more WeeVer from you would make my night. But I'll take what I can get and I adore this piece.
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I'm really glad that you liked it. And, yeah, Duncan bugs me too. lol It's just that in a show where so many characters have got so many sides he sticks out like a sore thumb. ::shrugs:: But then I'm weird. And missing Weevil.
And did I say thank you? lol
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I know what you mean. I actually do like him a lot of the time, I just dislike his general candycoated view of certain aspects of the world...and I agree taht he's not as 3D as other characters.
I miss Weevil too. So. Much. Also, what's up with his puffiness this season? He needs to lose a tad bit of weight...
...and you're welcome, :). Thanks for writing that story, seriously. You don't happen to have a nice long WeeVer series fic hidden somewhere, do you? I would love that...I'm soooo craving WeeVer and I've already read everything out there. Much as I love Logan/Veronica (and I really do) they're taking over the fic world!!!!
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It's possible that I just have a vey short attention span. ;)
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I've missed seeing weevil too - and hopefully things will get better soon on that front.
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Thank you! lol I always have a thing about listing the pairings sometimes too, because while I may write it a certain way I'm always willing to let people see it differently. I tend to love it when they do. So in cases where it's vague I don't always like to say, "this is how you should see it" when you're starting out. That is works just on the friendship level is so good to know, because I think that's what I like most about that pairing anyway. They're friends and they've got no idea why, and they're just a smidge beyond protective of each other. It makes me kind of giddy.
But thank you again! I'l glad it worked. :)
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She doesn't know at all, because her fingers curl into the fence and there's a place where the links are cut that pinches and if anything has ever been obvious to her it's that she's not in danger here.
The linked drabble form is perfect for this. Enough to leave me wanting more, but knowing at the same time that it's all there. And I happened to love the titles.
I was so happy to see WeeVer fic. I need more. I miss Weevil, heh.
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Everyone misses Weevil. We should form a club. And, like, protest at the studio or something. There could be signs.
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So.much.love.
I really adore the subtle, restrained style that you wrote this in-- there's a lot to be read in-between the lines. It is understated and ambiguous and just. Yeah. Again, with the love.
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If it weren't for Veronica/Lamb...
Weevil shifts his weight and looks around the dark parking lot suspiciously. She's thinking maybe this is just a little too cliché for her. His fingers drum on the hood of her car and she's standing eighteen inches away and he keeps looking at her like she's from another planet.
"You want me to what?" he asks, and looks so confused that she has to laugh a little. Just until her sides hurt and she feels better than she has in months.
She pushes her cold coffee to him and shakes her head. "Nothing. Just wanted to see your face."
I think this one was my favorite, and digs right into what I love about W/V, which is that on every level they just don't work, far more than L/V or D/V, but when I see them together I this little fangirl reaction and just *want* them to be together. I think what I love about them is how much they love each other, in totally platonic ways, and can't quite let go of their friendship or whatever it is between them. They have each other's backs, and Veronica needs that. My fave moment of the premeire was their make up scene. I love their friendship, have accepted that it will never be anything more, but there's still a part of me that would love them to pursue something romantic because Veronica needs someone like Weevil in her life.
Re: If it weren't for Veronica/Lamb...
Secondly, thank you. I'm just glad that this worked for you.
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I'm glad you liked this one as well. Thank you.