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I’m so nervous abt this one… I didn’t expect anyone to ever like any of my fics but I’m so so happy and grateful that y’all like it 🥺🥺🥹🥹

Should I already post ch 2 ?

Be My Valentine | Ch- 1 "No"

pairing: Vernon x reader

genre: fluff, angst, slight crack, friends to lovers, non-idol!au, college au

summary: College was hard enough and the thought of spending Valentine’s Day alone and sad was not your style. And the best solution was to go on a platonic date with your best friend Vernon. It goes so well that it becomes a tradition until it gets messy… nothing ever goes wrong by pretend-dating your best friend right?

status: ongoing

a/n: first time trying something like this cuz I saw too many edits on Vernon’s Fire verse! Please tell me your feedback!

pictures from Pinterest!

As if the sheer cold of the dying February winter was not enough to make life miserable, it also had to be dubbed the month of love. You weren’t a cynic but you knew enough to understand that Valentine’s Day and the gala around it is all nothing but a big capitalistic scheme. As the happy couples invest in the meaningless gifts and expressions of their extravagant love, the lonely saps drown their sorrows in the name of self-love. But your biggest complaint against this whole bonanza is the forced self-hate, even though it usually felt perfectly normal to be single and you even enjoyed it, this time of the year it always felt worse.

Maybe you were just another miserable single sap.

This year was going to be different. You were determined. But also you didn’t want to go through the painful process of pretending to be interested in a guy who, like all the other ones, would either turn out to be misogynist, homophobe or a transphobe- which constitutes 90% of the available population in your uni.

Hence why you find yourself walking with purpose toward the university library with the sole motive of hunting down you’re too smart for his own good best friend of a year and a half, Vernon.

You still remember meeting that shy little boy on the first day of your undergrad, looking lost in the crowd of the class and hoping you would let him sit with you. All it took was an awkward introduction for both of you to build your solid friendship. It was a perfect match- him, a hardworking genius with very minimal social skills and you, an almost genius with the concentration skills of a goldfish.

Vernon might be top of the class, a computer nerd with the face of a young Leo DiCaprio but even he was prone to the February blues and having seen how miserable he was during the previous year Valentines Day, especially as he watched his high school ex go gallivanting about with his then-roommate, you were determined to make this year a good memory for both you.

Also, he is the only guy in the university that you trust and is capable of handling you at the height of your drunkenness.

Looking at your watch you realise that only 10 minutes are left before he leaves his sanctuary at the library and goes to his Virtual Reality class. Of course, you knew his schedule, and he knew yours. He also knew that you hated being left on read and yet chose to do the exact same thing when you had texted the previous night about your genius plan.

Wheezing you finally reach the third floor of the big library that hosted all varieties of nerds and unfortunately, couples (they're everywhere this month, ugh). Walking across rows of shelves interspersed with group tables filled with students seeking refuge from the harsh winter cold or simply biding time, you finally reach the semi-private cabins.

Counting down five from the cabin to your right, you march toward the one you knew Vernon would be in. And surely enough, when you peek your head through the partition separating the hooded figure on the chair, with headphones and his laptop, from the rest of the library.

His head is bent as if he was peering into the laptop through the screen and as you move closer to his chair to reprimand him you realise he is sleeping. Gently moving inside the cabin, standing near the table, facing him, you can see that he had slept while coding. It doesn’t even surprise you anymore.

“Hey douchebag”, you say as you tap lightly on his shoulders. He jerks awake and blinks a couple of times before you see the understanding of reality dawn on his face. Removing his headphones, he moves his chair lightly behind and ruffles his fluffy hair.

“What do YOU want?” He sounds like his usual annoyed self. If you didn’t know he truly did like you as a friend you'd be offended.

But you don’t mind the grumpiness one bit as you settle down on the little space on the table smiling lazily as he gets more annoyed by the disturbance to his ecosystem of peace.

“I want a lot of things, for instance, I want a big mansion on top of a hill just to relax in the summer. I want to know why dolphins were made to be sea creatures if they can’t even breathe in water. I want to know why my skin breaks out in hives due to stress ONLY on my left side. I want to know why I get horny when-“ “Please shut the fuck up.”

He cuts you off with his palms reaching up to cover your mouth mid-sentence. You try mumbling against his palm for a second before which he grips tighter effectively stopping any attempt on your side.

He slowly lifts his eyebrows to warn you against trying to babble again and you nod in affirmative to the same. His eyes thin as he considers your sincerity of shutting up and seemingly convinced releases his grip on your face.

“Why do you talk so much all the time!” He growls as he rubs his eyes while settling back on his chair and lets out a yawn. He looks so much like the freshman kid you met and less like the overworked sophomore that he is.

You shrug nonchalantly(or so you hope).

“Someone needs to balance your entire lack of energy.” He sighs and slumps back on his chair. “Yeah yeah, I’m not arguing with you anymore… I’ve learned it’s best to just agree with you.” You give him a sarcastic smile as you say, “They don’t call you smart without a reason.”

He responds with an incoherent dismissive grunt and after a moment begins to lean forward as he tilts his chair towards you with both his palms placed on either side of your thigh.

Oh.

“No.” That’s all he says, his brown eyes twinkling, mouth pressed into a straight line looking right at your eye. You're sitting on the inclination of the table and he's on the chair looking up at you, yet he looks so intimidating. Not that you are going to let him bother you.

Two can play this game.

You lean forward and meet his face, a good few inches apart, bring out the good old puppy dog eyes and whisper, “What is the ‘no’ for Hansol”. You purposefully use his Korean name knowing he gets annoyed when you say it (Not sure what that is about till now).

You can see him grinding his teeth beneath that calmness and a smirk naturally plays up your face.

“Quit it, y/n. I saw the text and I’m not going to do it. Get lost.” The words fall out of his mouth in a hurry as he continues to grit his teeth together and not lose eye contact.

“Oh, so you did leave me on read by purpose.” You fake a heartache with your left palm pressed on your chest and your right palm on your forehead. He sees you dramatically pretending to have a heart attack and headache at the same time for a good minute before he decides to end this charade. Just as he moves to get up from the chair you hold him down with your hands on his which were at the side of your thighs.

“Pleaseee”, this time the puppy dog eyes come out naturally. He looks at you for a second before sighing.

“Ugh! You’re impossible but alright.”

“Wait really?!” You squeal a little too loud in excitement and earn a dozen “shh”s in response from the general crowd in the library. Looking around apologetically and back at Vernon, you hold his hands in yours (they’re somehow always warm even in the depths of winter).

“Is that a yes?” Cue more puppy eyes. Another sigh. “I don’t have a choice do I!” Grinning wide, you say “Not really.”

Vernon looks to the side as if to consider something important before turning to you, looking down at your still-connected hands, and then your face.

“I’ll do it but it’s gotta be strictly platonic-“ you’re violently shaking your head in positive because of course that doesn’t need to be said.

“-andddd….”, he’s got a mischievous glint in his eyes which stinks of trouble for you. This is the same glint he had when you ended up eating a pizza with ice cream AND a steak.

“And?” You prod, curiosity up to the brim of your head. “I want you to formally ask me… now.” The grin has turned into an almost full bright smile. “What does formally mean?”

“I’ll leave the details to you…” he shrugs and removes his hands from yours and pushes the chair all the way back to the wall and folds his hand.

“I can wait all day”, he sounds way too proud, sitting there in his hoodie and that smirk(I swear he looks like an actual young Leo).

“No, you can’t. You have a class in-“, you make an ordeal of checking your watch, ”-exactly 9 mins.” He shrugs, “This is worth missing it.”

This bitch.

"Are you really cashing in your bet right now?" You ask referring to the advantage he got after you lost your bet in a UNO game six months back.

He just nods casually and stretches on the chair before settling in a lazy and proud position, again.

You groan knowing he won't give up and get down from the table and get on one knee facing him.

“Chwe Hansol Ve-“ “Nope. Redo.”

This actual bitch.

Giving him your best glare you adjust on your knee, clearing your throat, you try again.

“Vernon…”, you look at him for approval and he nods. Ugh.

“… will you be m-“

“Louder, I can’t hear you.” His grin has transformed into one of his signature all-teeth-visible smiles and his entire face is lit up in amusement and joy.

Clearing your throat a little too loudly, you try… for the third time. Humiliation and anger heat up your entire face.

“Vernon, will you be my platonic Valentine?”

Your voice echoes in the near-silent library halls and the minute you’re done at least another 20 “shhs” are once again thrown your way.

People are assholes.

Vernon looks positively thrilled. He is full-on laughing, shoulders jerking, all 32 of his teeth in display and eyes disappearing behind the light of his smile.

If only he didn’t look so wholesome and adorable when he humiliates you.

He straightens up after a couple seconds and rubs his index finger against in chin, in fake thought.

“Hmmmm...”

Oh god, he is planning something... shit

"No."

“Dad!vernon” — hcs

⸝⸝୭ ˚. fluff . head-cannons . dad au

⋆ pairings : dad!vernon x f!reader ⋆ note : filling up for a req bcz it was too much for me 🎀 [♪♪♪] · some by soyou, junggigo & lilboi

𐙚⋆. dad!vernon who buys the baby everything he finds cute. (he bought 3 toys in the last 10 minutes)

𐙚⋆. dad!vernon who insists on staying awake at night if the baby catches a cold or fever to look after them, telling you to not worry and sleep.

𐙚⋆. dad!vernon who is always willing to play with the baby, even if he can't seem to understand what the game is about.

𐙚⋆. dad!vernon who would love to dress up his little baby as movie characters and click pictures.

𐙚⋆. dad!vernon who could listen to the baby speaking nothing (literally).

The baby would be blabbering to themself while playing, hardly pronouncing anything - and vernon would sit beside, listening so intently.

𐙚⋆. dad!vernon who swears to you every night before falling asleep that his baby is the cutest thing he's ever seen, (also you, ofcourse) ranting about how perfect 'our' child is.

𐙚⋆. dad!vernon who jokes that his baby is the only worthy one to compete with you. (he loves you both, please don't ever let him choose between you..)

𐙚⋆. dad!vernon who'd, unintentionally and unknowingly, copy your baby's cute pouts and whine when you click photos of him doing so, asking you to delete it. (he'd start using 'bro' if you actually do)

𐙚⋆. dad!vernon who never imagined that just two people can become his entire world, but here he is.

Being a slow eater — Chwe Vernon

⸝⸝୭ ˚. fluff . est relation . crack

⋆ pairings : vernon x gn!reader ⋆ warning : food, reader being a slow eater ⋆ wc : 0.3k [✉️] · Being a slow eater, is a blessing or a curse?

⋆ - note : I'm a slow eater aswell so this came from my heart | tysm @k1eev 4 the req!! <3

Being a slow eater, you've always considered it a blessing. Because you get to savour the taste of the food, not rushing it, and genuinely enjoying it. But sometimes, with Vernon, you question it.

Is it really a blessing?

Because during dates, you would take the first bite of your food and he is already half-way munching on his. Then he'd sit there waiting for you, and you hate that. You feel the need to hurry up, so he won't feel awkward.

"Don't worry, I'm waiting. Eat slowly."

He'd always reassure you, knowing how you feel. But damn, you're already slow enough. You'd have to be a snail to slow it even more.

As soon as your food arrives at the table, you pick up the fork, ready to munch on it and Vernon is already taking his third bite.

So you just stare at him like (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ), "have you been hungry since last month?"

And he'd stare back like ( ˙◁˙ ), "huh?"

Vernon would sometimes even order another plate, just so you wouldn't feel awkward.

Or sometimes even taking a bite of his food after every two minutes so you both will finish up together.

You'd be confused, because you didn't eat fast. So how did you both finish together?

"Why do I feel like you didn't even take a bite of your food for like five minutes..."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

And he'd shrug it off, like he did nothing.

Gaslighting you to think that he just became a slow snail like you.

But, hey! He just wants to make you feel better about being a slow eater. There's nothing wrong with being a slow eater!

"Babe you know we have the whole day. Even tomorrow. So slow down, please,"

"We have to leave in five minutes!"

There's something so different yet so similar about you both. Maybe this just makes your bond stronger. You can guess.

[12.31 AM] someone was knocking at the door of the apartment at this odd hour,what the hell? you were trying to get a blink of sleep which wasn’t working,and now someone decides to show up,were you finally going insane? deciding to get up from your comfortable bed,you slowly approached the door suspicious of who was awaiting.you opened the door to see…vernon? he was dressed in a grey hoodie and shorts,his face looked a little tired but there was still a small smile that he had.vernon patted your head and began to talk.

“i know you said that you tend to have a hard time sleeping at night,so…what do you say we go for a late night run at mcdonalds?” you grinned in return and took his hand into yours.

“well lead the way then,vern.”

I Like You

Type: fluff, couple au

{” I love you”’s with Hansol were few and far between}

 You and Hansol had just celebrated your one-year dating anniversary a few weeks ago. It wasn’t anything big, he made you dinner, bought you a necklace, and you guys spent the night in bed rewatching episodes of Adventure Time.

  You were happy and content with your anniversary surprise. Hansol wasn’t one for big romantic gestures, even “I love you”’s were few and far between. But you didn’t mind, you much preferred the little ways he would say “I love you”. Like kissing you before work even if you were still asleep, purposefully buying hoodies for you to steal and wear, and putting on his very upbeat music in the kitchen and snaking his arm around your waist, back hugging you, and swaying you gently as if it were a slow song. 

 Right now, you guys were cuddled up on the couch. You were between Hansol’s legs your head resting in his chest and a big blanket covering you both as you silently scrolled through your phones. Occasionally saying “look” too stupid memes and chuckling. This was comfortable for you, although it was silent, it was comfortable you didn’t feel awkward. Being in the presence of each other was enough for you guys.

 You came across a text post of guys sending there s/o’s “I love you” messages. You looked up at your handsome boyfriend and told him to look. “Cute!” you said as you continued scrolling

 He chuckled and put down his phone, replacing it with your free hand. He began kissing the back of your hand with little pecks. You thought nothing of it as you pulled your intertwined hands to your lips to give a quick peck just as he did.

“You know I do love you, right y/n? I know I don’t say it much, I just think those words should be reserved for special days. I don’t want to say it constantly and then those words become empty-”

“I know baby, I understand,” you said as you put your phone down and looked up at him.

“Hansol what if instead of “I love you”, every time you feel like you should say something sweet but don’t want to use those strong words you can just say “I like you” hmm? You know “I like you”’s although lesser than “I love you” still makes my heart flutter like a teenager honey.”

“I think I'd like that... and  in that case y/n y/l/n I like you very very much.”

“I like you very much to Hansol Vernon Chwe,” you said as you kissed your darling boyfriend, and placed a hand on his cheek deepening the kiss. Chuckling and intertwining your hands and again continuing to silently scroll.

Masterlist

Imagine you and boyfriend!Vernon are watching Adventure Time on the floor of your new apartment together. You didn’t have a lot of furniture so instead you guys grabbed all the blankets and pillows from the bed and made a makeshift couch bed thing. It wasn’t perfect but it was enough for the both of you. All the lights were turned off, phones turned off, Finn and Jake going on adventures, and you and Vernon snuggled together on the living room floor surrounded by pillows, stuffies, and blankets. Perfect. You soon drifted off to sleep as Vernon sang along quietly to Marceline’s “slow dance with me”.

Masterlist

Imagine boyfriend!Vernon being so excited to show you Tobi Lou’s stuff. He gets so giddy talking about all the adventure time references and his phone case in Tobi’s Waterboy mv. He goes on and on about the first time he met him and you’re just happy he’s happy. But soon you get tired of his constant talking so you fall asleep, when you wake up you realize he carried you to the bed and he fell asleep while rewatching adventure time.

Masterlist