Wrath challenge Veronica/Meg
Title: Toughness
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Paring: Veronica/Meg
Words: 250
Rating: PG
Spoiler: (hardly) 1.08 ‘Like a Virgin’
a/n: hello new fandom.
Yeah, Veronica. You’re real tough.
No one wants you as an enemy, that’s for sure. But they’d never be dumb enough to risk being labeled your friend.
Why do people continue to insist on pissing you off?
“It’s because they’re afraid of you,” Meg shrugs, with that goofy smile.
Oh, sure. Like with bears? Damn those scary, middle-class campers.
You should know better than to try and get your hooks into an 09-er, but Meg was so good, she probably sweated vanilla. For once, you want more than Wallace as a permanent member of your pseudo-Scooby Gang.
Plus, your dad seems so relieved when he has someone new to cook for.
“Veronica really helped me out.” Why was she telling your dad this?
You give your best head-tilt. “Oh, you know…it’s ok.”.
Your dad smirks, knowingly. “Off playing the Knight in shining armor again, honey?”
“You know me,” you sigh, narrowing your eyes. “I can’t resist the feel of cool hard steel against my skin.”
He leaves, shaking his head. “I didn’t hear that.”
“Well," Meg smiles. "You helped restore my tarnished reputation, kind Sir Knight.” She totally must be biting her lip by accident. Right? “How can I ever repay the favor?”
Is that how she wants to play it? You bow theatrically, then smile wickedly. “Oh, I’ll definitely think of something.”
Meg raises an eyebrow.
Fear the wrath of Veronica Mars? Suddenly, you can barely look at her. And here you thought only Wallace daydreamed of seducing cheerleaders.
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Paring: Veronica/Meg
Words: 250
Rating: PG
Spoiler: (hardly) 1.08 ‘Like a Virgin’
a/n: hello new fandom.
Yeah, Veronica. You’re real tough.
No one wants you as an enemy, that’s for sure. But they’d never be dumb enough to risk being labeled your friend.
Why do people continue to insist on pissing you off?
“It’s because they’re afraid of you,” Meg shrugs, with that goofy smile.
Oh, sure. Like with bears? Damn those scary, middle-class campers.
You should know better than to try and get your hooks into an 09-er, but Meg was so good, she probably sweated vanilla. For once, you want more than Wallace as a permanent member of your pseudo-Scooby Gang.
Plus, your dad seems so relieved when he has someone new to cook for.
“Veronica really helped me out.” Why was she telling your dad this?
You give your best head-tilt. “Oh, you know…it’s ok.”.
Your dad smirks, knowingly. “Off playing the Knight in shining armor again, honey?”
“You know me,” you sigh, narrowing your eyes. “I can’t resist the feel of cool hard steel against my skin.”
He leaves, shaking his head. “I didn’t hear that.”
“Well," Meg smiles. "You helped restore my tarnished reputation, kind Sir Knight.” She totally must be biting her lip by accident. Right? “How can I ever repay the favor?”
Is that how she wants to play it? You bow theatrically, then smile wickedly. “Oh, I’ll definitely think of something.”
Meg raises an eyebrow.
Fear the wrath of Veronica Mars? Suddenly, you can barely look at her. And here you thought only Wallace daydreamed of seducing cheerleaders.