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gauntie-o-dimm · 4 years

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Vernon Roche | Fights, Fangs And Fucking

Requested by Kayrash via Discord

Vernon Roche joins Geralt on a contract concerning vampires. When the fight proves more difficult than expected, Roche runs into a cave system to hide. Enter a powerful higher vampire, who hasn't seen such a handsome mortal in a long time...

Word count: 3900+ Relationship: Strangers

Vernon Roche was not one to pass a challenge soon. If anyone wished to test his skill, his worth of being a commander, his dedication, he’d never bat an eye. Tonight was no different.

Roche was seated at the Temerian Partisan Hideout, leaning on a makeshift bar a few of his men had come up with. In the haphazardly created camp, it was not bad. He was enjoying a bottle of ale, though it was stale and had lost most of its flavour. Around here, there wasn’t a lot to expect from luxuries like alcohol.

Lo and behold, Geralt of Rivia had dropped by. Vernon, he wasn’t half bad to offer said witcher a drink for the road. And thus, he found himself tipsily leaning on the wooden crates that sufficed for bar, and took a large swig.

“Tell you what I think, Geralt.” he said, “Slaying monsters can’t be that difficult, now can it? It’s like hunting Squirrels but less… Intelligent ones.” Though Roche had given up chasing the damn elves some time ago, mentioning them being intelligent still made him slightly cringe, even though said words came from his own mouth. Geralt smiled a little behind his ale, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. Imagine a person of any race, but venomous and way quicker. Sharper teeth, too. And claws, not to forget.”

“You only have to slay a monster a handful of times before you learn its weaknesses, no? Besides, you’ve got bestiaries. Non-humans and other vermin prove to be quite unpredictable. No book can actually describe their next move, or their intentions.”

Geralt scoffed, humming in discontent. He reached for his pocket, taking out a messily folded piece of paper. “Then I believe you’d see no problem in joining me on my next contract, hm?”

Vernon Roche unfolded it, reading over the details of the job. He thickly swallowed, but held his unfazed posture. A flock of lesser vampires terrorized the outskirts of Velen. Strange, since when did these beasts move up north? “Of course not. We can leave whenever you want.”

The witcher smirked, finishing off his drink before slamming it down onto the bar firmly. Vernon slightly jumped at the loud sound. “Okay. Let’s leave right now, then.”

Roche was slightly taken aback by the sudden need for departure, but he couldn’t back away now. “Sure.” he hummed, taking a small sip from the bottle. “I need to get some supplies, but then we can go.”

Geralt was patient enough to let Roche gather some equipment before patting onto his trusty steed’s back, coaxing her to wait a little longer. “I have no horse available.” Vernon said, hoisting a bag over his shoulder. Estimating by the darkness outside and the faint glimmer of a star here and there, it must be far past midnight. Geralt held out his hand for him to take.

“Come on, then. Ride with me, it’s quicker that way. You can hold that lantern, too.” Vernon looked at the lantern he had strapped to his hip, a candle flickering inside of it. Geralt didn’t need the light, but he figured Vernon would enjoy the idea of being able to see in this dark night.

The commander held onto his friend, who brought Roach into a steady gallop soon enough. Even though Velen wasn’t too close to the hideout, it should only take them a few hours to get to the location mentioned in the contract. It was close to Crow’s Perch, but Vernon did not know who the current head of town was. He had caught wind of Phillip Strenger hanging himself, leaving him wondering how the disease-ridden the no-mans-land was doing.

“Lesser vampires,” Geralt mumbled, “should not prove too difficult if you carry the right amount of bombs and blade oil with you. Here,” he handed Roche a vial of a dark red liquid, “Grease your sword with this as soon as we arrive.”

“I spoke with the contract-giver, and there should be around five lesser vampires roaming about. Two-hundred gold I bargained, of which a hundred upfront. I will pay you twenty percent after this.”

The ride was long and pesky, but Geralt’s horse was fast and left Vernon Roche with just a dull ache in his thighs. He’d certainly feel that tomorrow, the commander thought, but what was that compared to the fight he was about to get into? He had to learn to not run his mouth so often. Lucky for him, the daze of the ale had already worn off.

Per Geralt’s instruction, Vernon coated his blade with the substance, handing the remainder back to the witcher. The White Wolf threw back a few potions Vernon did not know the name of – after all, Black Blood was not a commoner’s liquid – and chased away Roach. Geralt looked around with dark eyes, as if he had already sensed something in the air that any other could not hear nor smell.

“Get ready.” he growled lowly, the silver of his blade shimmering in the moonlight. “They’re creeping closer.”

The first one showed up quicker than expected and shortly left Vernon frozen in his spot, but he managed to deflect the lash aimed at him. Geralt soon intervened, slashing the head of the katakan clean off.

“Holy fuck!” The commander had to prevent himself from covering his mouth because of the stench – this was different up close. Sure, he had smelled corpses feasted on by ghouls on abandoned battlefields, maggot-filled men that had been dead for weeks, but being actually covered in blood and whatnot from a monster like this; it had him startled.

A loud cry from one of the creatures pulled him to his senses again, and he parried, managing to strike the beast across its snout. It certainly showed agony from the pain the oil caused, but it did not falter for long. Roche slashed off one of the katakan’s front paws before finishing it off by stabbing it in the skull.

Geralt on the other side had already killed a few of the agitated creatures, though confusion visible in the knitting of his brow. Hardly breaking a sweat, he turned to Roche, who was having a difficult time killing a weaker one than the one before.

“It’s way more than the contract stated!” “How many are there?!” Roche quizzed over the sound of screams and cries. “At least thirty! They spread faster than-“ Geralt momentarily paused to strike a fatal blow across one of the lesser vampires.

“They’ve spread faster than I expected.” From the distance, a new wave was already approaching, seemingly furious about their slain kin. “Will we manage?” “Not a chance. Not with this amount of blades and oil.”

Before Roche could ask on, he was already attacked once again. He dodged the blow, but stumbled back because of it. “Geralt!” he shouted, “What will we do now?!”

“Run and hide, Roche! Into these caves! I need to make some potions and oil!” was the witcher’s answer. Vernon had no time to respond to his friend – the White Wolf had already bolted. He cursed silently between gritted teeth, cutting the lesser vampire provoking him fatally across the chest.

He ran after Geralt, finding the cave-system easily enough, but navigating them proved way more difficult. “Geralt?” he called out, his voice echoing against the walls. Soon enough, he lost all vision.

“Geralt!” he spoke up again, but there was no response from the witcher in question. Vernon padded his sides for the lantern he had brought. In his pocket were a few matches. When blinded by darkness, lighting one was no easy task, but he succeeded after breaking a couple.

The small flame illuminated the cave, revealing its size. Vernon nearly forgot that he had to hold the match against the oil-drenched wick to prevent it from disappearing. The space was way larger than he had expected and a shiver ran down his spine. “Geralt?” he called once more. Loneliness crept up on him…

…Just like something else did… A pair of dark eyes peered at him from the ceiling, shimmering in the light of the flickering flame. Roche reached for his sword, but he froze when six other pairs of eyes seemed to aim at him. That same sound he had heard moments ago while fighting vampires rang in his ears.

So, this is it, then? Vernon thought as he saw the beasts approach, appearing way larger in the ominous space. The commander grabbed his blade nevertheless, taking on a fighting stance. It would be of no use.

Three of the beasts came at him simultaneously and Vernon slashed his sword through the air, haphazardly swinging it from side to side. He hit the vampires, but only hard enough to make them stagger momentarily.

The other four katakans took their chance and lurched forward, aiming for Roche’s neck. However, when they were about to give him the fatal blow, they halted in their actions, as if thoroughly distracted from their task and unknowing of his presence.

All seven katakans shied away like a scolded dog with its tail between its legs. They scurried off as if afraid of what was lurking in the shadows. Or better said… whom.

“What mortal goes there, dares to intrude?” A feminine voice pierced the air, clear as day. The hairs of his neck stood on end at the sound of it, fear immediately tugging at his conscience. He regained his cool posture soon enough, but the creature seemed to have already smelt it.

You approached from the shadows, eyes as dark and shimmering as the ones of the katakans had been. Your pupils were wide blown and showed no colour around them. “Who are you?” Roche asked, tone shivering and giving away his emotions.

“I could ask you the same, soldier.” As you spoke, Vernon could see the sharp fangs you momentarily bared. A vampire, but different. Roche frowned – a higher vampire?

“Who are you to enter my cave without any kind of invitation?” you hissed, inhaling his scent deeply. Slowly, you started to walk around him as if sizing him up, attempting to intimidate him. He was a rather delicious-looking piece of meat. It had been a while since you’ve had your fill of lust and blood.

To Vernon, it seemed as if you were floating around him, the padding of your bare feet inaudible, absent. He put his hand on the hilt of his sword, wrapping his fingers around it so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Of course, as a vampire, you took quick notice of his actions.

You halted in front of him, eyes resting on his face before falling to the heavy pendant around his neck. “Ah, the Blue Stripes… Tell me, how badly do you want to return to your Temeria?”

You were toying with him, and it was working. Roche swallowed thickly whilst your gaze pierced through him. “I… I can just head out if you show me the way.”

A dissatisfied tut left your heavily painted lips. “Oh, but where’s the fun in that? Besides, no mortal should disturb a higher’s rest. Didn’t they teach you that at army school?” For a moment, you took the metal pendant in your hand, tugging at it firmly. It came dangerously close to snapping.

“I’m the fucking commander. Of course I know about the danger surrounding monsters.”

Putting a hand on your heart, you feigned hurt. In the dim light of the lantern, you made sure that he was seeing you pull down your gown a little more, revealing more of your cleavage.

“You think me a monster? Oh, I’m thoroughly offended, sir.”

Once again, you walked around him, but now halting behind his back. You stood on your tiptoes, breathing heavily in his neck. “Good thing I’m parched.” Vernon visibly cringed at the feel of your fangs scraping against the nape of his neck. “A handsome commander’s blood should just suffice.”

Before Roche could attack, you were already gone. He stood rather awkwardly and confused with his sword in hand, looking around frantically around him. A shiver of mist soon approached, accompanied by a giggle. “Oh, commander.” you basically purred, “You’re not getting it, do you?”

Suddenly, the sword was flung from his grip as if it was nothing. It clattered against the wall somewhere nearby. Roche was defenceless, now…

“Stop lurking in the shadows like a coward! Show yourself if you’re going to rob me of my belongings!”

“Oh, there is no shadow for me, sir.” you replied, circling around him in a misty cloud. He nearly dropped his lantern onto the ground from fear, shivering on his feet. Vernon Roche was never afraid – except now.

“I can see all. I can smell how scared you are of me. How endearing.” “What do you want to do with me?!” Roche spat, “There is a witcher nearby! He will find us and kill you!”

Soon, you turned into your corporeal shell again, your (h/c) flowing over your shoulders as you stopped in front of the commander. He slightly parted his lips at the sight, not able to talk for a moment. He wanted to shake the thought off but failed: You were absolutely gorgeous. It must be a trick, he fooled himself.

“Not only do you show disrespect by trespassing, you threaten to kill me and to top it all off you throw a witcher into the mix? Very interesting, commander.” You leaned in closer, bringing your face to his.

Vernon closed his eyes at the feel of your breath on his lips, entranced at your approach. “You know nothing about higher vampires, do you?” Your lips ghosted over his chin, softly brushing his stubble. “You’re lucky that it’s been awhile since I’ve… Been this intimate with a mortal. How about I don’t kill you… For now.”

His eyes snapped open at the suggestion but he was soon surprised by the feel of your fangs against his neck, scratching the skin slightly yet not to the point of breaking. Breath hitching in his throat, Roche braced himself against you, gripping your waist out of pure instinct.

You lightly giggled, dragging your tongue over the spot you’d damaged. “Tell me, commander. Ever done it with a monster before?”

“Stop playing your games, vampire. You should be impaled with a stake through the heart.” “You believe I have one?” he could practically feel your smirk. “A heart, I mean.”

“Don’t think I will tolerate this behaviour!” “Says the man who’s got his hands on my hips.”

Vernon realized where his hands had been resting and you pulled your face from his neck, giving him an endearing smile. He gazed down at you, biting his bottom lip while deliberating. A gentle reminder about what you wanted; you pressed your hands against his chest and ground your hips forward against his groin.

The commander groaned lowly and allowed you to press your lips to his. Yours were surprisingly cold but showed passion nevertheless. He was hungry for more and let you know by pushing his tongue forward, attempting to roll it into your mouth.

Interesting and needy, you thought to yourself, smirking at the swell of his erection in his underpants. Mortals can be so easily coaxed into anything.

Vernon Roche tasted unlike any other you’d ever tasted. It caused a pool of heat to course through your abdomen and the numbing spot between your legs. His hands carded themselves through your hair, feeling each strand carefully as if it was the softest material he had ever felt. It had been so long ago since he’d touched someone like this that he couldn’t help himself.

An experienced kisser like you must’ve been with many men before, Roche shortly speculated. Your nimble fingers showed no sign of struggle with undoing the belt around his waist, letting it fall to the floor with an echoing thud. Vernon slightly jumped at the sudden noise, but you showed no such reaction.

Instead, you dragged your fangs across his throat, enough to leave marks that did not bleed, as if a cat had scratched him. They stung a little, spurred on by cold air. “Is this what you want, commander?” you purred, voice not louder than a whisper. Roche opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly you evaporated into mist right in his hands.

You circled him, starting around his ankles, all the way to his face. “Tell me…” you whispered in his ear from behind, causing him to confusedly look around. “Oh, your body tells me enough. And your heartbeat…”

As if there was magic involved, Roche’s trousers became undone. Invisible hands tugged it down to his ankles and he was unable to respond properly. Ashamed, he closed his eyes when his erection popped from his underwear, throbbing and swollen with need.

“What a sight.” you sincerely murmured, sneaking your hands around his armour to push it off his shoulders. Roche was entranced by the feel of you so effortlessly unclothing him, clouding him completely. He shivered from the cold hitting his skin, and when you reappeared in your tangible shell, it only intensified. You were stark naked, your body unlike any he had ever seen.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a man so handsome.” you mused, sinking to your knees. Experienced, quick and nimble fingers wrapped around the hilt of his cock, testing the waters. Roche groaned, almost too overwhelmed to be able to stand on his legs. He kept his ground and simply watched when your dark red lips wrapped around his tip.

You always enjoyed the flavour of human sperm on your tongue, giving it an extra swirl around his foreskin before pulling it back around the sensitive circle around his shaft. An extra treat; not better than blood, but just as enticing.

He slipped further into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You didn’t gag, looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, his face a blur through your lashes. He was thoroughly liking this, you noticed in his composure.

Vernon bit his lip, deliberating whether it would be appropriate to put a hand in your hair. He decided against it, putting it to his side instead, figuring you a creature that liked to be in charge. Never before had he felt a mouth so soft and refined, yet so demanding.

He gritted his teeth, hissing when you mouthed the sensitive spot under his head, making it tremble against your bottom lip. A small laugh left your lips, but Roche couldn’t figure out if it was meant as playful or mocking.

“You… You’re pretty.” he said within grunts. Momentarily, you paused your lapping at his cock to laugh. “A man gets blown by a total stranger and all he can say is that she’s pretty.”

You stood up, releasing the weight of his erection to put your hand against his chest instead. A hungry kiss, animalistic, needy. Vernon dared to put a hand behind your neck to pull you closer. When your teeth clashed together, you pulled back, frowning with a smirk forming at the corner of your mouth. “You’re amusing, commander.”

“Roche.” “Huh?” “Roche. My name.” “Oh. Roche. As in… Cockroach?”

Vernon scoffed humourlessly. “My friend has a horse named Roach. Same pronunciation. Different spelling though.”

Long fingers rested at the nape of his neck where you put your hand. For a second, you scraped your nails against the scruff where his stubble began.

“Enough trivial talk.” you whispered. “Roche.”

You looked as if you were hovering over the cold floor when you slipped past him, leaning against the wall with your hands. You bent forward slightly, looking over your shoulder at him. “Down to business, no?”

You allowed him to rest his hand on your hip, his fingers soon exploring the (s/c) skin of your flesh. His gaze halted at your core, dripping with need. “You haven’t told me your name.” he replied, moving to stand behind you. In a complete state of trance, he guided himself inside of you, slipping past your folds without a lot of effort.

Biting your bottom lip, you breathed out a moan. “Oh, that doesn’t matter. Just feel nice inside me, alright?” You didn’t have to repeat yourself, your simple request spurring the commander on to start fucking you. Though his thrusts were slow, testing out your depths, you enjoyed the girth of his cock moving in and out of you.

When he found a steady rhythm of his hips, Vernon Roche tried maintaining the pace, earning a few moans from you. You braced yourself against the wall, throwing back your head in enjoyment. Judging by his movements and the way he twitched inside of you, it was clear that he hadn’t gotten action in a long time.

It was wrong to blame him for it – you were just as touch-starved. It had been ages since an attractive human had dared set foot near your hideout, let alone cross paths with you. And thus, you found yourself joining in his movements, rolling against him to the point his skin slapped yours with every thrust.

“Make sure your witcher friend won’t notice us!” you teased. “What would he think of walking into us like this? Seeing you balls deep in a higher vampire.” You had to prevent yourself from bursting out into laughter. “Oh, you’re twitching… Are you close, commander?”

His cock once again throbbed inside of you and you moved your hand between your thighs to stimulate your clitoris. “What a man you’d be if you wouldn’t let me cum first, huh?’ you taunted, soon chasing after your high. Roche’s grip on your ass tightened whilst he quickened the speed of his stuttering hips. Your cunt clenched around him, drawing him closer, closer, closer…

And then he burst inside of you, stilling in his movements, eyes snapped shut. A groan escaped his throat, one that had been building deep inside his lungs ever since the build of his release. Your orgasm was quieter. Why would you give him the satisfaction? You’d seen what such pride could do to mortal men… It was a nice pulsating of your clit accompanied by the heat of his cock still buried deep inside of you.

Roche sighed, sweat trickling down his brow. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, removing himself from your heat. Seed trickled down your thighs. The air was immediately colder again. Perhaps it was the sweat on his body cooling off, Roche thought.

And as to where your clothes had so quickly disappeared, so quickly they had returned to your form. You moved over to the commander, who was still standing with everything out for all to see. You leaned in and kissed him chastely on the lips, smiling while pulling back.

“Thank you, commander Roche. Tell your witcher friend I said hi.”

Before he could ask what you meant, he heard footsteps around the corner. “Roche? I've slayed the remaining vampires! Roche?!” Geralt’s raspy voice sounded, out of breath though concerned.

With a giggle, you moved away from the commander, your final question to him a whisper. “Will you come to visit me again one day?”

You blew him a kiss, and he didn’t get the chance to reply, because you had disappeared before he knew it.

“There you… What the fuck?”

Geralt shielded his face from the naked commander, who was hastily looking for his undergarments. Getting lost in a cave system and then being found in the nude like that, smelling of sex? Vernon Roche definitely had some explaining to do, over a cup of cheap wine on their way back to receive the contract’s pay.

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crowdedimagines · 5 years

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Fanboy Pt. 2 - David Dobrik

word count: 2476 an// italics are flashbacks throughout the relationship. this turned out amazing so you better read both parts.

Part One

It’s been exactly three years since the day I met David. Three years that have been filled with joy, surprises, and unending happiness. We’ve been together for three years, now I am going to spend three minutes thinking of our past.

We went on our first official date only a couple of days after meeting. Neither our friends or the fans were surprised. We waited several months before coming clean to the fans, most had their suspicions.

“David, they totally see right through us.” I laugh, swinging my legs as I sit on the countertop.

“No they don’t, everyone thinks you’re too famous for me to date.” He presses a kiss to my cheek before walking out of his kitchen.

“Okay, first of all that’s not true. Second of all, read your comments. They’ve noticed how often we hang out. They aren’t stupid.”

“Well, what do you want to do?” He looks up at me from his seated position on the couch.

“I am happy to come clean. I don’t want to hide what we have anymore.” I slowly sit down on his lap, “Plus, everyone deserves to know where I’m getting my inspiration from lately.”

I press kisses down his neck, successfully making him moan with pleasure.

“Fine. We’ll tell them.” He smiles, finally we’re on the same page.

After that we told them in a vlog, revealing all of the footage he hasn’t been able to use in the past. The fans were easily thrilled with the confirmation. It happily merged our two fan bases. A few months after that I finally got to release my new album, which had been a long time in the making. David and I had been together nearly a year by the time it all came together.

“I don’t want to jinx us like Ariana did by calling a song Pete Davidson.” I complain, “But, everyone is going to know it’s about you anyway. I love you, they should know exactly who I’m talking about.”

“I am not superstitious. I would be honored if you named a song after me, but I also understand why you wouldn’t want to.”

“I’m giving them the okay.” I grin. David pulls me in for a quick kiss before I text my manager. My album is released at midnight tonight, this was the final decision that I was supposed to submit an hour ago.

“Now that that’s all taken care of, we can start getting ready for the party.” David drags me off the couch so we can start setting up my house. We’re having a huge party to celebrate the album, we’re basically inviting every person we know. The whole vlog squad is attending, and all of my los angeles friends. David has been hyping up the album release to everyone, he’s still my little fanboy.

It takes us hours, even with help. Carly and Erin showed up a couple of hours ago, knowing David and I would struggle to do this on our own. They even dragged Zane, Toddy, and Jeff along with them.

“Y/n, we’re all good here!” Erin insists, “Go get ready!”

She shoves me off in the direction of upstairs to my bedroom. David is already up there, he’s changed out of his black tee to a nice jacket.

“Hey, baby.” I greet, pulling him in for a hug.

“Hey, are you excited?” David presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“Can’t wait. I hope everyone loves it as much as I do.”

“I just can’t wait to hear it! I can’t believe you made me wait with everyone else.”

“I wanted your reaction to everything, now you get to be surprised with everyone else!”

I reluctantly leave his grasp to get dressed. I avoid wearing a dress or a skirt to try and be more comfortable.

By the time I get downstairs, the party is in full swing. The hours pass by quickly with the mixture of friends and alcohol. Soon enough it’s midnight, we all pop our champagne bottles and the first song of the album comes on the speakers.

“You did it again.” Charlie pulls me into a hug to congratulate me. “This is going platinum, I can feel it.”

“Shut up.” I laugh and lightly shove his chest.

Charlie and I catch up for awhile and listen to more of the album. So far everyone is loving it from what I can tell.

“It’s amazing, baby.” David comes up out of nowhere to press a kiss to my temple and wrap his arms around my waist.

The rest of the night ended up being a blur, I only remember everyone loving it. After that, David and I got to just be ourselves for a while. His vlogs were doing amazing, more and more companies wanting to work with him everyday. Charlie was right, the album ended up going double platinum.

“I have to go on tour.” I tell David, nervous for the response.

“What? For how long?”

“Five months.”

“Five months? It’s only been a couple months since you released the album.” David huffs, sounding a little mad.

“I know, they told me that this is going to be the best option timing-wise. It’s now or never”

We sit in silence for a while, letting all of the new information sink in.

“What am I going to do here without you?” He asks, he looks up at me with his sad puppy dog eyes. His arms pull me closer to him, we both fall back against his bed.

“Well, what if you didn’t have to.” I smile.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, I thought it might be a little crazy, but I think we could give it a try. I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?”

I hold my breath as I wait for a reaction. I know his whole life is here, but he can still vlog on tour. Brand deals will still work on the road. He can fly back when he needs to, I just don’t want to go so long without seeing each other.

“Can I actually?” He sits up suddenly.

“Would you really want to?” I ask, getting just as excited as him now.

“Of course I would. Why wouldn’t I want to follow my girlfriend all around on tour?”

“Because your life is here.” I run a hand through his hair, trying to bring him back down to earth.

“No, my life is with you.”

So David went on tour with me for five months. It ended up being the best tour I’ve ever had. Having him with me made it so much better. Every city was a new adventure for the two of us. When we stopped in Chicago we drove to Vernon hills to surprise his family. It’s safe to say they all freaked out when we showed up there. I gave them all front row tickets for the Chicago show. It was easily my favorite show to be able to look out and see David smiling back at me with his whole family.

Once tour ended it felt weird living in different houses. For five months we practically shared a bunk, the eight minute drive was too much distance. We decided to buy a house together, trusting our year and a half of dating.

“This is the house.” I grin, looking at the completely empty home, imagining all of the things we could do with it. It’s a beautiful and large home. It has a gorgeous view, and enough privacy we won’t have to worry about fans.

“How do you know? All of the houses we’ve looked at have been this nice.” He looks around at the place confused.

“I can feel it.” I grin, “This is our home.”

David turns to look at me, a smirk on his face.

“This is our home?” He takes several steps closer to me, he places his hands on my hips, “This is the house you want to come home to after we get married? The house we raise our kids in? The house we grow old in?”

My smile gets wider with each of his words.

“Absolutely.”

That very same day we closed on the house. It took a couple of weeks, but we started moving our things in. We both brought things from our houses and then bought new things to fill all of the empty house we had.

“Hey babe, can you unpack that box?” David asks as he nods to the large cardboard box on the kitchen counter. “I want to finish everything in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, I’m definitely not in the middle of anything.” I roll my eyes. I set down the picture I was attempting to hang on the wall. David is unpacking the other kitchen box.

I pull open the flaps on the box, instantly I notice the small velvet box sitting on the very top.

“David.” I say his name to get his attention, though my eyes never leave the little box.

“What? Find anything good?” He teases, his head still in a cupboard.

He walks over and reaches into the box to grab it. He pulls my attention.

“Why do you have tears in your eyes?” He asks, he brushes a tear off of my cheek, I notice his hand is shaking slightly.

“If that’s a pair of earrings, I’m going to kill you.” I joke, letting out an anxious breath.

“It’s not earrings.” He laughs as he gets down on one knee. “Y/n, I have loved you since before I even knew you. You are kind to the world and I am so glad that I am a part of yours. You are my world, Y/n. You make me the best version of myself. Every morning that I wake up next to you is the better than the last. I would give up everything I have just to see your beautiful smile. Before I start crying as hard as you, Y//n, will you marry me?”

“Well obviously.” I roll my eyes.

David shoots up and slides the ring past my finger. As soon as he does I take his face in my hand and pull him in for an excited kiss.

“I love you so much.” I whisper, our foreheads resting against each other.

“I love you so much more.”

After that it was hard to get back to unpacking. Eventually, we finished moving in and started planning our wedding. We debated back and forth for months whether we should have a small wedding with close friends and family or to just go all out. We decided on the latter. Then it took us months of real planning, we weren’t worried though. We enjoyed our time of being engaged.

“Oh my god, I’m getting married today.” I finish the rest of my champagne as the realization sets in.

“You’re just realizing this?” Erin asks, she looks at me with a dumbfounded face.

“Don’t yell at her, she’s just in a little bit of shock. Every bride is at some point.” Carly tries to defend.

“I think I just need some air.”

I leave the rest of the bridesmaids in the room. I find a balcony and lean against the rail.

“You aren’t getting cold feet, are you?” It doesn’t even take a second to realize it’s David that’s behind me.

“Hey, you aren’t supposed to see me!” I turn around to yell at him, “It’s bad luck!”

“Hey, I thought we decided we aren’t superstitious?” He smirks and raises a brow. He takes a couple of steps closer.

I look up into his eyes and I don’t feel the nerves anymore. They’ve all vanished.

“I was kidding before, but I just want to check. You aren’t getting cold feet?”

“No.” I smile and shake my head, “Not anymore.”

“Okay, good. Charlie might have mentioned that you could be out here.”

“How did he even know?” I ask.

“He’s your best friend, he knows you.” David laughs.

We stay that way for a couple of minutes, just enjoying each other’s embrace.

“We should go.” He announces.

“Is it too late to elope?” I joke, we both start walking back to our respective rooms.

“I have I feeling yes.” He laughs.

The wedding was beautiful. More than I could have ever wished for. Friends and family all surrounding us. It was an amazing experience, by far one of my favorite all time moments.

It’s only been four months since the wedding and honeymoon. We’ve filled our three years with even more than I can think of. My three minutes are up.

Pregnant.

I quick run out to the mall before David gets home. I want to do this right, I know that we are both going to be thrilled with the news.

When I pull into the driveway, I notice David is already here. I take the bag and leave it by the front door.

“Hey!” He calls out.

“Hey.” I grin, I take a seat next to him on the couch.

“How was your day?” He asks, he runs a hand through my hair, completely giving me his attention.

“Amazing.” I smile even wider, “What about you?”

“It was pretty good.” He shrugs.

“Do you know what today is?” I ask.

“Uhh.” He takes a couple of seconds to think, “Awe baby, it’s our three year anniversary of meeting!” He pulls me onto his lap, pressing his lips all over.

“Yes it is!” I push him back a little, “I got you a gift.”

“What? I thought we don’t do gifts for this anniversary?” He groans. I quickly get off of his lap and go over to the door to grab the bag.

“This year is different.” I tease, “I didn’t have time to wrap it anyway.”

I sit down next to him again, this time dropping the bag in his lap. He pulls out the folded shirt.

“A black tee shirt? Babe, you know me so well.” He leans forwards to give me a kiss, I push him back before he can.

“Unfold it, dummy.” I laugh with a roll of my eyes.

He unfolds it and it gets dead quiet in the room.

“Are you pranking me?” He sets down the shirt to look at me.

“I’m completely serious.” I grin.

“We’re having a baby?”

“We’re having a baby.” I confirm.

He tackles me in a hug and peppers my face and belly with kisses. Everything I have is thanks to Charlie and that day three years ago. This is a blessed day. A day that brought me my fanboy and my baby. A day that I owe everything to.

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yehet-me-up · 6 years

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The Science of Attraction

Pairing: Hansol/Vernon x Reader (female)

Word Count: 3,669

Genre: Camp Counselor AU, Christmas fic

Rating: (F) - fluff/SFW

Summary: The 3rd Annual Jasper College Winter Camp Christmas Competition is off to a heated start. The middle schoolers you’re in charge of at your college’s winter break camp are a mess of hormones and crushes. But no one is more affected by the season than the counselors.

“You like him, don’t you?” says the sassy thirteen year old next to you for the third time.

Your jaw drops and you pause in your decorating to look at her. Bethany came to camp last year, as a twelve year old, and has only become more forthright and nosy in the year since. You snap your jaw shut and re-focus on stringing lights around the tree in the common room, ignoring her.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you say in a desperate attempt to stop her loud, incessant questions.

“I think you do, and like, he’s soooo cute. And funny. And sweet. Why wouldn’t you?” she demands and you can feel her intent stare as she untangles more lights for you.

You give in and look across the large space to where to boys group is working on their tree. Although, you think with a laugh, it’s more resembling a trash heap at this point. One of their counselors, Vernon, is sitting on a couch, drinking a hot chocolate and directing his horde of middle schoolers around like basketball coach.

You allow yourself a moment of weakness, three seconds to take in the casual way his hair falls over his forehead. The twist of his lips, the amusement in his eyes, as he lords over the space, his arm slung over the back of the couch. He’s like the big brother every camper wishes they had; all of the boys at camp look up to him with awe.

His head turns, as if drawn by your attention, and you snap back to face the tree so quickly your hair whacks you in the face. A flush rises in your cheeks and you fumble with the lights, desperate to not be caught staring. After a minute you look over at Bethany, who is handing you more lights with a look that so clearly says ‘told you so’ you want to burst out laughing.

“I’ll tell Adam Rockford you like him if you say anything,” you tease and her eyes go wide. She opens her mouth to say something frantically but you cut her off. “How about we keep this between ourselves, hmm?” you offer, holding out your hand in a truce.

She closes her jaw with a hmph and sighs, holding out her hand with resignation and shakes yours. She narrows her eyes with renewed focus at the tree. “Now, let’s get a move on. We’ve got to kick their asses. You know what’s at stake.”

You laugh - she looks like a mini general, your right hand in the battle for the victory. The dorm is relatively quiet for a Saturday afternoon. When school’s in session it’s a crush of bodies coming and going. Students off to late night study sessions, returning from sports practice, holing up in their dorms with movies and friends, or off to parties large and small.

You smirk, thinking about how if this were any other Saturday night you’d be with your best friend, Claire. Either you drag her to the arcade in the basement of Miller Hall with your Astronomy major friends or she drags you to her sorority, forcing you into a dress and making you hang out at yet another get together in some fraternity’s basement.

You’re definitely the odd couple – her the fashion merchandising major with the Louis Vuitton scarves and designer handbags, you the with the beat up Converse sneakers, permanent pen marks on your hands from doodling too much, and endless supply of space pun sweatshirts. Today’s reads Why didn’t the Dog Star laugh at the joke? It was too Sirius.

But you’d bonded over stapling reams of paper in the counseling during your work study placements freshman year and had only grown closer the last two years. She was off in Paris with her family, but she was obsessively teasing you about Vernon, asking how good he was looking this year and making you want to toss your phone into the nearest body of water.

Now that it’s winter break the dorms are almost empty of students. Your school is near a wealthy community, filled with parents wanting to get out of town for the holidays; off to islands and tropical resorts. Desperate for some time away, without kids. So two years ago your school offered free room and board for two weeks over the holidays to anyone who wanted to be a counselor at the ‘camp.’

You agreed of course. Your family isn’t big on holiday celebrations, and the break gave you plenty of time to get a head start on your reading for next quarter, and to use the showers without anyone else around.

The only ones staying in the building aside from the security guard were the fifty or so students, seven counselors, and the faculty member who agreed to oversee this; Angie Callaghan, an English professor who was way more excited about the idea of a competition than any of the counselors or the students.

The first year it was simple – the team with the best floor decorations got to pick what movie everyone watched on Christmas Eve. The second year, things escalated. There was a cookie baking competition and a contest to see which team could wrap the most presents in ten minutes.

This year, Angie’s gone all out. Tree decorating. Caroling. An Elf movie quoting challenge. Her right hand woman, a senior Architecture student named Sydney, has a permanent clipboard tucked under her arm, recording points. It was cute, you thought, how into it the kids got. They threw out taunts left and right to each other, tried to sabotage the other team’s efforts.

And this year you’d heard that the teams had made a side bet under the table. The losing group has to run outside barefoot on New Year’s Eve in only their pajamas. Hence, Bethany’s steely focus as she critiques your light placement. A squad of pre-teen girls swarm around you, laying out ornaments and discussing strategy with an intensity usually reserved for disarming bombs.

A loud laugh comes from the other side of the room and your attention is once again drawn to Vernon. He’s bent over laughing at a boy who’s making a very inappropriate gesture with two ornaments. His eyes crinkle in the corners and you feel out of breath all of a sudden, struck again by how good looking he is, how magnetic his energy is.

When he showed up to the meeting for counselors freshman year with you, you were shocked. Two years ago he was the stereotypical frat guy. Black baseball cap on backwards, looking for everything in the world like he was trying to act as if he was too cool to be there.

But over those first two weeks you saw the crack in his mask. The genuine smile that came to his face when he watched Blake Anderson get up his nerves and talk to his crush. How he stayed up late at night cleaning up the dishes and cups from the common room.

The way he swelled with pride when several of the students asked him what he wanted to major in over breakfast one day. He rambled on about business and majoring in something practical for a minute before he’d stopped short. Realized who he was talking to, realized he didn’t have to pretend to give a crap about ‘practical careers.’

He promptly started talking at the speed of light about his passion for video games and his desire to code the next Halo or Call of Duty. You were at the next table, grinning into your orange juice as the façade of the ‘too cool’ boy melted away to reveal someone who was just as big of a nerd as you were.

The next year was even worse for you and the crush you were so intent on denying. You found him in the common room one night, consoling Bethany while she cried about how her parents had gone on vacation without her. And how she didn’t think they cared about her. He’d taken a deep breath, looked at her with her head in her hands, tears streaming down her cheek, looking like he wanted to cry himself at her distress. He’d turned and seen you in the doorway.

You motioned to her to ask if he needed help and he happily scooted over to let you join them. The three of you had stayed up half the night, listening to her talk, offering words of comfort, stories, laughter and jokes to make her feel better. After she went to bed the two of you had sat there in a bubble of silence, regarding one another as if you’d each seen a new side of the other that you hadn’t noticed before.

You didn’t run into each other too much on campus, large that it was. Your departments, astronomy and computer science were only vaguely in the same sphere. But with your best friend’s involvement in the Greek life on campus, you saw him every now and again at parties. You gave each other friendly waves, nods of acknowledgement, as you passed in hallways, coming out of classrooms, in various living room parties.

But now here you both are, yet again. Together in this in-between place, once more. Halfway between fall and winter quarters. Halfway between real life and this magical, dreamy holiday place. It’s getting harder and harder to stop yourself from wanting him.

He’s never said anything about it, but you’ve felt his eyes on you. Seen the way that his attention lingers on you in counselor meetings. Noticed that he always tries to stand next to you in line for breakfast, giving you a wry smile when inevitably some hyper twelve year old cuts between.

For someone who belongs to the largest fraternity on campus, he’s much more subtle than you would have expected. Wise beyond his years. Not that it doesn’t frustrate you to no end that he’s never made a move, but you can appreciate those qualities about him – his patience, the way his keen eyes seem to take in every detail of a person. The knowing smile he’d given you two days ago the night before camp began when you walked into the dorm together.

If the Christmas Competition is for the students, the unspoken challenge between you and Vernon is a game just for the two of you. Neither of you acknowledging this… thing between the two of you for the last few years. But this year feels different, the normal holiday magic feels charged with electricity.

Last night, the first of camp, everyone had participated in the annual decorating of the dorm floor you were all staying on. Being the tallest of the group, he was chosen to hang the ceremonial mistletoe. You were pouring apple cider for everyone in the kitchen, but you’d come out just in time for him to step off the ladder. His eyes had caught yours, looking back between the mistletoe and you before giving you a knowing grin and walking off to put the ladder away.

Frozen to the spot, you’d looked after him with a mix of longing and frustration, thinking he’ll be the death of you. Now he’s sitting on the couch with his legs wide, an easy grin on his face, and you can’t decide if you want to kiss him or dump water on him. A mix of both, if you’re honest.

Finally finished with the lights, you move onto the ornaments, staunchly ignoring the way that you can feel his eyes on you as you stretch up to reach the top branches. Your team finishes first, of course. You pack up the supplies and head off to the store room with a smug look at him, giving the boy’s disaster of a tree a raise of your brow.

The dorm being used for storage is a dangerous mix of boxes, packages, and wrapping paper. You do your best to organize the chaos for a few minutes, but suddenly you feel a presence behind you. Turning, you see Vernon in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms folded.

“Can I help you?” you ask, feigning ignorance that there’s anything in the air between you two.

“Would you like a hand?” he offers innocently, motioning to the leaning tower of bags and boxes.

“Oh, fine,” you huff out, edgy at the thought of being with him in such an enclosed space.

He gives you a grin that nearly stops your heart before dramatically rolling up the sleeves of his sweater and diving in.

“So, how were your fall classes?” he asks as he tries to balance an armload of wrapping paper.

“Fantastic,” you start, intending to give a one-word answer, but your excitement keeps you talking. “I’m finally in the advanced courses so we’re actually getting to work on real projects. We’re helping out the local lab with charting the beginnings of a comprehensive Oort cloud diagram,” you say, your voice raising several octaves in your excitement.

When you look over at him he’s watching you with a soft smile, paused in his movements. You impulsively bring your hand to your face, worried that there’s something wrong. “What is it?” you ask, and he blinks and shakes his head.

“Nothing. It’s just - you’re so cute when you talk science,” he says and turns to set down the paper on the desk, completely missing the way your jaw drops.

Without a coherent response to that you busy yourself with organizing the boxes of granola bars on the dresser. “What about you, I think I heard you got an internship at Bethesda?” you ask, trying to keep your curiosity to a normal level.

He turns around, eyes wide and excited. “Yes, it’s been incredible. The new RPG they’re designing – well, I cant give you any details, but it’s going to be huge. I can’t believe they accepted me,” he says and rubs his hand on his neck in a nervous gesture.

“I’m not surprised,” you start. “Jeff Calkins in my advanced database management course says you’re wildly talented. A direct quote.”

He looks stunned for a moment, then his lips pull back into a proud grin, making him too like a little boy who just won a first prize. You spend the next half an hour discussing your majors, your internships, both reveling in the fact that someone in your life understands your obsessions and passions.

His hands make quick work of the mess, his body coming into your orbit as you move around each other; bouncing around each other like atoms in the small dorm room. The connection you feel to him only escalates as you watch his mouth form words with care, every syllable sincere and passionate.

Your gaze lingers too long on him, unable to tear yourself away. The curiosity that’s been building in you for the last two years seems to simmer to the surface on this night, in this room. Your hands fumble with an extra string of lights as the fantasies you’ve had come rushing through your mind.

His lips on yours, his hands on your hips, pressing you against the closet door of your dorm.

His hand holding yours at parties, the sun you orbit around, no longer adrift on your own.

His front pressed to your back, his hands next to yours as you play Space Invaders at the arcade.

Someone who can understand the need you have to make order of the universe, to create art out of data and numbers. Someone who exists between worlds, between cliques, with you.

“Y/N?” he asks from behind you, startling you from your thoughts.

You turn around to find him watching you, hands in his pockets, hip resting against the desk. “Sorry, I spaced out for a sec, what did you say?” you ask in a rush, your eyes unable to stop from wandering to his lips.

His own gaze is distracted, taking in your flushed cheeks, the way you hold the string of lights as though it’s the only thing grounding you to reality. He leans off the desk, walking a step closer to you.

“I asked if you were seeing anyone,” he says in a low voice, laced with hope. His warm eyes find yours, taking a deep breath in just as you feel all the air leave your lungs.

Your brow furrows, your brain seemingly unable to form these words into a concept you can understand. You tell yourself you’re hallucinating, suddenly worried that your logical, fact based mind has slipped into insanity and started merging your dreams with reality.

“Huh?” is all you can say, your shoulders slumping, lips pouting in confusion.

He laughs, delighted by your disbelief. Closing the distance between you in two strides, his hands pull the string of lights from you and set them on the bed. Gently he steps up to you, sliding his fingers between your own and staring down at where your hands have become interlocked.

“Are you seeing anyone? I’ve always felt like we’d be good together. We somehow kept missing each other, passing each other. But I came to camp this year determined to find out if you want me too,” he says, slow and steady, as if knowing how surprising this must be for you. This sudden declaration of feeling.

“I just – no? I’m not seeing anyone,” you manage, your sanity returning. “Wait. You and me? Really?” you ask, wanting to reaffirm that these are actual, real words he said. That he means what you think he does.

He nods, his eyes alight with laugher. “Yes, Y/N. You. Me. Together,” he says like he would explain to a child and you purse your lips at him.

“You know how I feel about you,” you say plainly, wondering if he could somehow have missed the way you’ve been drawn to him these past two years.

“I have no idea,” he says with a grin. “Why don’t you tell me about it.”

You let out a laugh, lips twisting into a wry smile. “Well, first there’s the science thing. God, I love when you talk nerdy to me, too-” you start. Your words trail off on a sigh as he bends forward to place a chaste kiss to your cheek. A noise leaves you as his lips move lower, trailing down your neck, something between a whine and a moan.

“No, no, keep going, I’m enjoying this,” he says, teasing, his hot breath brushing your ear. His lips find the sensitive skin of your neck and you let out a surprised sound. You smother it with your hand, not wanting to draw anyone’s attention to the room.

Your eyes drift close as he continues to press warm, open-mouthed kisses there. You lick your lips and do your best to continue. “And you are so good with the campers, they love you. You show them that it’s okay to belong to lots of different groups, to be many different things at once.”

Finally he pulls back, the lightness in his eyes turning into something deeper. “I want to kiss you. So tell me right now if you don’t like me,” he laughs, releasing your hands and bringing his up to hold your face.

“I like you,” you say in a rush. A second later he bends down to press his lips against yours, the moment stretching out as you try to wrap your mind around the fact that he’s actually here, in front of you, wanting you too.

You bring your hands to his waist, folding yourself into his warmth as you remove any remaining space between your bodies. He moves against you, slanting his lips against yours and capturing them fully. You sigh against him, disbelief turning to passion as you catch up and pull back, needing to look him in the eye.

“So, wait. You like me too?” you ask with a grin.

He laughs quietly, brushing your hair behind your ear with one hand. He nods, looking down at you with a cute smile.

“Tell me all about it,” you say in a light voice, leaning over to press a kiss to his jaw, making him swallow dramatically.

“Okay, let’s start with the fact that you have the current high score on Space Invaders, because that is incredibly hot…” he starts and you smile against his skin.

You emerge back into the main common room together, much later that night - hair ruffled, lips red and swollen, hands clasped together. The space is blissfully absent of middle schoolers or any other adults. The two trees stand at opposite ends, direct contrasts in skill level and aesthetic appeal. You stare at the mess that is the boys tree and smother a giddy laugh that he immediately notices.

“Don’t say it,” he groans, his hands tickling your waist until you laugh and have to slap his hands away.

“But-” your start, holding your hand out indignantly to the monstrosity in the corner.

“I swear I will break up with you if you say it,” he says, a lopsided grin coming to his mouth.

“Okay, fine,” your say with a huff, dropping your hand. A beat later, his words hit you. “Wait a minute… break up with me? Are we together now?” you ask, a wave of hope rising in you.

“It took me two years to catch you. I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon,” he says warmly, leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose.

“Okay, but that really is the saddest Christmas tree I’ve ever seen,” you laugh when he pulls back.

“Oh boy, you’ve insulted Clarence. You’re going to get it now, babe,” he says with a devilish smile, grabbing your hand to pull you against him. His eyes glance up to the mistletoe above your head before leaning down to kiss you again.

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ask-svt-hearteu · 7 years

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father! Vernon

anon requested: "Father!Vernon plz"

Vernon would probably be the softest parent ever

imagine him knowing nothing at all about parenting despite having a younger sibling

and Sophia is just shaking her head

"Oppa, are you sure you can take care of a kid? You can barely take care of yourself."

but she's super excited to be an aunt

and would go shopping with Hansol for stuff or with her sister-in-law

because when Vernon goes by himself

he'd buy the wrong baby car seat for the car

or dog clothes, not baby clothes

he'd be a super excited fluffball of an expecting parent, and a clueless mess

until someone points him to a first time parenting handbook

and he just sits there staring at it like it's the most incredible thing in the world

like 'They actually write books about how to raise a human?!?!'

and he'd read through the first few pages

before getting distracted by the pictures

of all the cute babies and of the loving parents

and would want to go out to buy a bunch of clothes and tiny shoes and tiny socks and tiny shirts

just squealing at every cute tiny thing

"Are babies really born that tiny?!?!?!"

and buying baby toys

each of which he will test himself

like a rattle, he'll shake it around before deciding to buy it

and then watching a bunch of youtube videos on how to change diapers

and vids of mommy vloggers recommending stuff

and he'd probably get distracted by other stuff again like an animation for the abc song or something

and would think it's super cute

he's literally a child what can you do

would spend weeks freaking out once the delivery date approaches

basically asking all the hyungs for advice

and asking Chan for advice even though Chan's younger

"Why are you asking me?" Chan would laugh

"BECAUSE YOU'RE RESPONSIBLE."

Lots of constant thinking and random questions

"Hyung, babies have a hole in their skull you can't touch right?"

"I'm going to call babies from now on small persons, because that's what they are, they don't need to be called babies."

"Small people need formula right?"

"On second thought babies might be a better term."

Hansol gets death glares from Jihoon

and on the delivery date

you can imagine twelve boys waiting out in the hospital hallway

literally all excited about being uncles basically

Seungkwan running up and down the hallway ready to see Hansol's kid already

Joshua just carrying a gift wrapped by Mingyu that they all chipped in to buy

until Hansol walks out with a huge goofy grin on his face

a high-pitched sound coming out the back of his throat

and all of Svt gathers around like

"DON'T JUST STAND THERE LIKE A FOOL TELL US WHAT'S HAPPENING VERNON!"

"I'M A DAD, I FEEL OLD!!!"

"NO HANSOL, BOY OR GIRL?"

"IT'S A BOY."

so much screaming happens in the next ten minutes, pretty sure the hospital staff were ready to kick Svt out

"WHAT IF HE DEBUTS AS A RAPPER, I'LL BE SO SHOOK, OF COURSE I'LL SUPPORT THEM WHATEVER THEY DECIDE TO DO BUT IMAGINE A MINI-ME!!!"

"Baby Decaprio Jr.!!!!"

"I'LL TEACH HIM HOW TO DANCE!"

and although Vernon is a kind of clueless parent

he figures things out his own way

can't change a diaper properly when he's watching the kid at the studio so he uses the next best thing

"MINGYU-HYUNG"

always insisting his wife take lots of breaks so he can bond with his son

"Yo do you like me or mom better? No we don't have to tell her ke ke ke."

"Hansol the baby can't talk yet."

"I know!"

the little guy always has his dad and his dad's twelve friends looking after him

"Repeat after me //ahem// uncle Seungkwan is the best, jjang!!!"

"He looks just like Hansol."

"You want to watch spongebob with me and your dad, hmm?"

Vernon carrying around his son everywhere in one of those baby harnesses he straps to his chest

"That's Woozi-hyung making music, that's Hoshi-hyung making dance moves, that's Dokyeom-hyung doing... something silly"

even if he isn't going out, his son is sitting in the harness on Hansol's chest

"Vernon you can't dance with your kid on your chest."

"Oh yea hang on."

and though he's a goofball

no one could ever deny how much Hansol loves his son

always using baby talk

and singing random songs in both Korean and English to his kid

at the end of a long day, they'd fall asleep together on the couch

and when the baby wakes up in the middle of the night, Vernon's panicking

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO SWEETHEART HE'S CRYING."

"pop" is his first word

and Hansol is thinking YES POP LIKE DAD

but no it's pop like a bubble pops

because every time Hansol imitates a bubble and gets popped by one of the Svt members

his son laughs and smiles like crazy

"Pop, pop, pop!"

Vernon dying every time at the cuteness

"You can call me pop, just don't tell mom."

and when his kid gets a bit older and starts learning stuff

Vernon is really surprised at how quickly his son picks up a mix of both Korean and English

his son's sentences are never fully in one language it's always a mix of both

which Joshua laughs at every time

Hansol looking up abc raps for his son to listen to in the car

and soon the kid starts picking up on Vernon's mannerisms

"He's literally a tiny you." Seungkwan laughs pointing at how Vernon and his son stood

Hansol likes to go everywhere with his kid, since his son hangs out at the studio with him often since his mom works

he's only six now

"Uncle Seungkwan, do you want to get ice cream?"

"Uncle Joshua, how do you say 'adventure' in Korean?"

"Uncle Seungcheol, is my dad annoying you?"

literally the cutest six year old ever

running around the studio looking at everything and asking all the members questions

"Daddy! Uncle Woozi played me a bit of mansae, I liked it a lot!"

the kid is a goofball too like his dad

and Vernon lets him listen to Svt songs all the time

"I wrote these lyrics, do you like them?" he'd ask his son

"Of course, because you wrote them!"

they'd go to the park to play baseball or basketball

Hansol carrying his kid on his shoulders to throw the ball into the hoop

and then running around like crazy screaming if he makes it

"THAT'S MY SON TELL YOUR MOM WE WON THIS"

would try to teach his son how to bike and skateboard and roller skate at eight

but not before buying all the security gear and elbow/knee guards and keeping a hand tightly around his kids hand

Hansol would play music in the park and they'd have a dance party out in the middle of the park

not caring what other people thought

just enjoying the music

"You can dance really well!" Vernon tells his son

"Yea, I think I'm better than you dad!"

"No way, let's have a dance battle!"

Vernon always worried about his kid

when his son needed to start school

"DON'T LEAVE ME I'LL BE BORED WITHOUT YOU"

"Dad, it's only like for five hours."

"MAKE LOTS OF FRIENDS AND TELL ME ALL OF THEIR NAMES."

Hansol writing the names of the kids his son plays with and their parents on his hand to remember like he tries remembering fan names

"My dad's a rapper! He sings too! I'm really proud of him!" his son would tell all his friends

and man Hansol would be so happy, he'd almost explode

and they go everywhere to eat all the food and try all the good stuff

"Cheeseburgers, pizza, chicken, meat, chocolate, the necessary foods of a balanced diet."

"What about fruits and vegetables like mom told me?"

"I don't know what mom's been saying but it isn't that."

"I like apples though."

watch Hansol go out of his way just to buy like twelve apples just because his kid said he liked them

“how do you like them apples”

“dad. stop. PLEASE.”

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