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thelillykane · 3 years

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blueberries for breakfast (and love in the afternoon)

for VMTAP21 polyamory/ot3 + lilly lives!!!! logan/veronica/lilly. established relationship. no plot they’re just in love. AU. title is taken from the song blueberries for breakfast by the mamas and the papas.

Logan shed his wetsuit and hung it out to dry over the banister, making quick work of drying himself off before he stepped into the house, a handful of water droplets still gleaming in his hair..

The suns up now; He liked to surf with it as it rose, coming back home once the sky was a beautiful, promising blue and the air smelt sweet and bright. He padded through the back door as Veronica came through the front, swimming in one of his old sweatshirts with her hair done back in braids.

“How was the stakeout?”

She glanced up at him from under her eyelashes, studying him in a way that made him weak, his belly flooding with heat.

Once she’d gotten him riled up, she smiled, knowingly, and then pouted, “I don’t smell coffee.”

“You really should be going to bed,” he said, because she should, but he turned in the direction of the kitchen anyway to sate her caffeine addiction.

Veronica tucked her legs up in front of her on one of their stools, resting her chin on her knees as she watched him put a pot on. “It was good,” she said, after a minute.

“Hmm?”

“The stakeout.” She smiled at him, big and soft. “It was good.”

“Good,” Logan pressed a kiss on her forehead and brushed his thumb fondly against her cheek.

“Are you making breakfast?” Lilly asked, half-yawning. Like Logan, she had chosen to forgo clothing and he eyed her appreciatively before answering; Veronica out stretching a hand demanding for Lilly to come closer.

“Coffee,” he said, passing Veronica her mug and snagging another one for Lil.

“You should make breakfast too.”

“I made breakfast yesterday,” he half whined.

“You’re our house boy,” Lilly teased, nipping Veronica on the jaw and pressing soft, fluttery kisses against her neck. “You have to make us breakfast every day. Besides, we want to admire the view.”

“You’re also naked. Maybe we want to admire that view.”

Lilly shrugged, settling next to Veronica, the two of them looking up at him with matching mischievous grins and twinkling doe eyes. “I don’t need the attention like you do,” she dismissed and then gave him her very best smile, leaning over the counter to grab him by the chin, pulling him down for a kiss.

“I want french toast! And bacon! And more coffee!” Veronica prompted when she felt they had kissed for quite long enough thank-you-very-much. She stuck her mug up under their faces and wiggled her fingers expectantly.

Logan pointedly gestured to the pot.

“It tastes better when you pour it for me,” Veronica said sweetly, her eyelashes fluttering up a storm.

“Jesus,” Logan groaned, refiling her cup, and rolling his eyes fondly as she savored the first sip. “You’re annoying.”

“Come on, baby,” Lilly took his hand and kissed his palm and each of his fingers. “I can mix, and you can pour.”

“That’s not even how you make french toast.”

“Okay, so you can mix,” She kissed his adam’s apple. “And you can pour,” She kissed right below his belly button. “And you can stop being a giant brat.” She pulled away from him, sitting back down in her stool, and stealing Veronica’s coffee mug for a sip.

“Lilly,” Logan whined and then gave up on forming words to express his feelings, instead flopping his torso down on the kitchen island and burying his face in the crook of his arms, breathing heavily.

“I know, baby,” Lilly soothed as she scratched her fingers over his back mindlessly.

“You know what’ll make you feel better?” Veronica asked after a careful beat. “Making me some fucking breakfast.”

“You’re crabby in the mornings,” Logan grouched, but he pushed off from the counter and grumbled on over to the pantry to please her anyway.

“And you’re beautiful,” the girls intoned solemnly, and then burst out giggling when he flipped them off.

Afterwards, when Veronica was through licking the remnants of syrup and crumbs off all three of their plates, she crawled over into Logan’s lap and brushed a sleepy half-kiss against his lips. “Thank you for making breakfast.”

“Any time.” He kissed her feather-light on the forehead and Veronica snuggled deeper against him, yawning as she gave in to resting her eyes.

Lilly rose neatly and carried the dishes over to the sink. “Hey,” she said after a moment, reappearing behind him and tugging gently on his hair.

“Yeah?”

“I really love you.”

Logan ducked his head and beamed, feeling soft and tender. “I love you too.”

“I know. Put Veronica to bed and then maybe -- if you’re good -- I’ll show you how much I love you.”

She put an extra sway in her step as she walked away, knowing, of course, that he would be watching and Logan huffed out a breath, squirming a little with anticipation.

“Down boy,” Veronica murmured. “You have to carry me to bed first.”

“Yes, your highness,” he said, cradling her to him as he stood, and then laughed as she found enough energy to smack him on the ass for his comment.

“I love you too you know.”

“Yes,” Logan agreed, blinking back the sudden onset of tears from how wonderful it felt to hear her say it, knowing how hard it still was for her to say it, even all these years later. He rested his forehead against hers, basking in her warmth and her existence and that she was there in his arms sporting a tiny smile and doing this day in and out with him and Lilly. “I love you too.”

#vmtap21 #tropeapalooza #vm fanfic #logan x lilly x veronica #this is my first explicitly poly piece and i love her #(i say explicitly bc it's all polyamorous in my head and i'm right!)#fic*#~

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thelillykane · 4 years

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he’s so bad, but he does it so well

OR, the one where Logan’s in trouble but the kids just wanna make out.

this is yet another excerpt from that bigger fic in which Keith becomes Logan’s legal guardian and Logan and Veronica are, you know, epic, eventually. (you may be asking yourselves why I don’t just finish and post the entire damn fic at this point and the answer is -- eat your scraps and shut up)

previous posted excerpts are here and here. title is from wildest dreams by taylor swift.

also keith’s name in logan’s phone is, “╭∩╮（︶︿︶）╭∩╮” which didn’t quite make it into the story, but is still very important to me that y’all know.

“Who’s the frowny face?” Veronica fiddled with the dials on Logan’s dash, blasting the AC all the way up and angling the vents towards her for good measure, the heat stifiling even as the sky was filled with city lights.

“Huh?”

“Whoever it is they’ve called you six times.” Veronica flashed the screen of Logan’s phone at him quick for proof, and then focused on tying her hair into a knot, giving some much needed relief to her neck.

“Oh, fuck.” Logan swallowed. “That’s your dad.”

Veronica banged her forehead and her knee and her elbow diving into the seat-well.

“What are you doing??” She hissed at Logan. “Get us out of here before he sees us.”

“The frowny face. It’s your dad.”

Veronica clambered up back onto the seat with as much dignity as she could muster and shot Logan a nasty look. “What did you do?”

“Me?” He chewed his thumb. “I didn’t do anything.”

“He has never called me six times in a row, so you definitely did something.”

“That’s because he likes you,” Logan groused, sitting in the car with a huff.

“That’s because I’m trustworthy,” she chirped, and then winced, shooting Logan a sheepish look. “Sorry.”

“No, I am corrupting his only daughter.”

Logan’s hand found her waist again, and he held her there, his hand with a fistful of her dress while he placed greedy little kisses along her chin and her collarbone.

“It’s too hot,” Veronica whined, but she arched towards him eagerly even as she said so, her fingers getting a good, strong grip in his hair so she could direct his attention towards her mouth, which she parted open expectantly, grinning as he was quick to give her what she wanted.

Her hair quickly unraveled again, spilling free from its confines to swing in a curtain around their heads. Logan had one hand warm and unassuming on her knee, while the other danced across her back and her face and her arm at whim, like Logan couldn’t decide which part of her he most wanted to touch, so he’d decided to try and touch everything.

Veronica pulled away once she was sure she could memorize the feel of every single one of his teeth, but she left her hands tangled up behind his neck as she took time to catch her breath and slow her heart rate down.

“We’re going to be late,” she finally said, once she remembered how to speak.

Logan kissed the palms of each of her hands and then her knuckles too. “We have a few more minutes.”

“Nope,” Veronica slid back onto her side of the car, watching Logan pout as he lost her touch and the hyper-proximity of her body. “If you get another speeding ticket he’s going to take your keys away, and my cars still in the shop.”

“He could just tell his deputies to stop giving me tickets.”

Veronica rolled her eyes. “You could not drive 75MPH in the most obnoxiously noticeable car ever.”

Logan shot her a look. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you all folded up like origami down there.”

“You’re one to talk!” She smacked him in the side. “You went out the window last week because Lilly called me. She wasn’t even in the room.”

“Oh, whatever!” Logan fidgeted. “You know she has that third eye shit, I’m not fucking risking it.”

“Do you feel....bad? About not telling them?”

“Lilly? No. She can rot for all I care.”

Veronica looked down at her hands. “You can’t stay mad at her forever.”

Logan set his jaw and didn’t answer.

As pre-decided, Logan pulled over a few blocks away from the house, so Veronica could walk the rest of the way.

“You’re throwing me to the wolves,” he complained.

“If we come in together he’ll take one look at us and know.”

“He also won’t shoot me if we come in together, and I think that should be our main focus right now.”

“I thought you didn’t do anything.”

“I didn’t.” Logan chewed his thumb again.

Veronica shut the door firmly. “I’ll see you at home, Logan.”

Unsurprisingly, when Veronica walked through the door a few minutes later, Keith was speaking to Logan in that low, you-are-on-the-thinnest-of-ice-voice and Logan was staring at Keith bored, with that same stubborn set to his jaw that he’d sported earlier when she tried to talk about Lilly.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Keith spared her a tired smile. “Did you have a nice time with Wallace, honey?”

“Um, yeah. You know,” she shrugged, inching past them to snag a Skist out of the refrigerator. “Did you have a good day at work?”

“Honey, why don’t you go upstairs and see if your mom’s feeling any better, she’s having one of her headaches.”

“Headaches?” Logan repeated, with a menacing thrill to his voice. “Is that what we’re calling them now?”

Veronica glowered at Logan as she went up the stairs, but he didn’t even glance in her direction, too focused on pissing off her dad.

“Knock it off,” Keith warned. “You really don’t want to be pushing the envelope anymore with me right now, kid.”

“Pushing the envelope? Dude, I don’t know what outdated fucking parenting books you’re reading about how to talk to somebody else’s child, but they’re not getting through to me— you can stop.”

Keith snagged Logan by the arm and pulled him in close. “l’m getting pretty sick of telling you not to call me dude, and I’m getting pretty sick of your mouthing off.”

“Yeah, and I’m pretty sick of you always bitching at me, so, I guess neither of us is getting what we want.” Logan yanked his arm free. “Can I go?”

Keith took a breath and held his hand out expectantly.

“What? Do you wanna sing kumbaya or something?”

“Phone, wallet, keys — you know the drill.”

“For how long?”

“Until I see a serious attitude adjustment.”

Logan wrapped his arms around himself defensively. “This is total bullshit, you don’t punish Veronica when she tases somebody, but I defend myself and you’re all over my ass about it.”

“I’ve seen the surveillance tapes, Logan, that was not self defense. You broke the mans nose, for christ’s sake. And since you’re not mature enough to have a civilized conversation with me about it, we’re doing this instead.”

“A civilized conversation about what? I just told you it was self defense and you already don’t believe me. How the fuck do you expect us to have a conversation about it?”

“You assaulted a stranger, broke his nose, and you’ve been lying through your teeth to me about it ever since. And this morning when I told you to come home straight after school so we could talk, what did you do instead?”

“Well, I’m fucking here now, aren’t I?”

“Yes, and you’ve been belligerent and disrespectful the whole time. Keys, wallet, phone, I’m not going to tell you again.”

He threw all three onto the floor to be petty, and then wished he hadn’t when Keith fixed him with a look so stern and so unimpressed that Logan honest to god squirmed.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

“Pick those up. Right now.”

Logan quickly did just that, placing each item gently onto the kitchen island this time, his heart thundering in his chest. Please let this be over, please let this be over...

“Did you get your history test back yet?”

“Oh. Um.” Logan fidgeted. “Not yet.”

Keith nodded slowly. “Your teacher emailed me and said she handed them back out today.”

Logan cringed. “I passed it.”

“I think I’ll decide that for myself.”

Logan sighed, reluctantly fishing through his backpack for the test and handing it over to Keith. “I really did pass it,” he muttered.

Keith frowned at the test, frowned up at Logan, and then frowned at the test again. “Why would you lie about this?” He asked finally. “You did good.”

“You don’t have to sound surprised.”

“I’m surprised, because usually when somebody lies about not getting a test back, it’s because they failed it. You got a 91. Why would you lie about that?”

“I don’t know,” Logan shrugged. “But if you’re so thrilled about the test can I not be grounded?”

“Not a chance,” Keith said. “But really— good work on the test.”

Keith squeezed Logan’s shoulder fondly as he left the room, taking Logan’s stuff with him as went.

Fuck.

Veronica was not going to be pleased.

“Do you need something?”

“Oh, come on,” Logan groaned. “You can’t be pissed at me, this wasn’t my fault.”

Veronica set her book aside and stared at him. “In which way was this not your fault.”

“Were you eavesdropping?”

“Why? Are you trying to figure out if you can bullshit me, and I won’t notice?”

“No!” Logan defended, hotly. “But....were you?”

Veronica crossed her arms.

“Okay,” he conceded. “It was maybe a little bit my fault, but mostly it was just your dad blowing a gasket for no reason.”

“It sounded to me like the reason was because you broke somebody’s fucking nose, Logan.”

“The guy was being a little bitch, Veronica, it’s not my fault he couldn’t fight.”

“Okay, that’s it,” Veronica rose from the bed and began herding him out of her room. “We’re done here, goodnight.”

“Waaaaiiiiit,” Logan whined, clawing at the sides of the door so she couldn’t force him out. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“And how will you do that with no car, no money, and no phone?”

“Like this.”

Logan bounced twice on his toes and then leaned down, cradling her face softly in between his hands as he kissed her lazily. Veronica rose onto her tiptoes to better accommodate him, her fingers curled into the fabric of his t-shirt as she gasped delightedly into his mouth.

They heard a noise down the hall and broke apart so fast Veronica was sure they both dislocated something. Keith poked his head in a moment later.

“Goodnight, kids.”

“Night, dad.” She smiled at him, willing herself not to touch her face, or look at Logan, or look like she was trying not to touch her face or not look at Logan.

Logan waved distractedly over his shoulder, afraid to face Keith or to even speak aloud, sure that if he did Keith would some how be able to deduce the last thing his tongue had been doing.

They both held their breath while they waited for the telltale sound of the bedroom door shutting, Veronica exhaling loudly as soon as they did. “This is getting out of hand.”

“You’re telling me,” Logan whispered. “It is a little hot though.”

“You have a death wish.”

“You and me both, sister.”

“Okay, don’t call me sister when your tongue has just been down my throat. That’s just gross.” She wrinkled her nose. “Better yet, don’t call me sister ever.”

Logan smirked. “I can make that up to you too.”

“I don’t know,” Veronica said shrugging airily. “So far I’ve been kind of unimpressed.”

“Oh?” Logan’s grin was positively sinful. “Well, let’s see what we can do about that.”

He kissed her, giddy and giggling, and Veronica kissed back demanding, her heart singing more, more, more.

#vm fanfic #logan and veronica #writing keith and logan interactions is so. hard.#on the bright side though i get to watch their one angry veronica scene on youtube a lot and be sad #~#fic*#(also this is for secret romance vs. mistaken identity in tropeapalooza)#(i obviously picked secret romance)

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