#i love yall like this i figured the long lil drabbles would make yall happier since the last one did numbers

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Prompt idea: V finally meeting Kerry's kids even though him and V haven't had the conversation what they are to each other. I feel like V would be a little insecure about it.

This is a dumb question, but I think I missed it somewhere or smth but is it confirmed that he has kids? If so... 👀

The kids are based of @/chaaistheanswer 's hc of his children! I love their VKerry art so much aaa;;;

PSA: I have no idea how to write kids and I'm still practicing on writing dialouge. Please excuse the wonky bits of writing here and there.

. . .

When the topic was first brought up, it was so quick that V had almost missed it.

"Yknow, having kids can be tough, and it can really mess up a sleep schedule; well, if I had one to begin with and-"

V almost spat out the water he was drinking, putting down the glass cup quickly before he dropped it. He needed a moment to choke on the water that went down the wrong tube, and when he finished coughing, he rasps out, "you have...kids?"

Kerry's eyes widen for a split second and he stops his strumming on the guitar. "You..." he starts, looking at V with caution, "you didn't know?"

V snorts, rolling his eyes with humor in his tone, "No, I actually just forgot that the man who's seen me naked on multiple occasions has biological kids of his own. Cause, yknow, its just something that slips the mind."

V only meant to lighten the mood, but it seems his response was the wrong thing to say since Kerry starts putting down his guitar. He leans over, elbows on his knees and he looks...solemn in his thoughts.

"Got two, actually. One of them, Theodore who's 16, hates my guts. The other, Kimberly who's only 9, she's my little girl." His eyes flicker over to V, waiting for any kind of response.

He's sitting in the same insecure postion he goes into when he's nervous. Its as if he's gearing up for a rejection and setting up his defenses.

"Didn't think you had no clue; figured you must've seen some articles 'bout me 'n the ex-wife."

The silence and tension in the room is only lightened slightly by the muffled TV in the background. Yet, both men still don't know what to say to one another even as the minute slowly passes by.

"I...have a friend who has a niece and a nephew," V says, finally breaking the silence, "I might not look it, but I like to think I'm good with kids. Grew up with lots of them playing basketball behind the shabby abandoned lots of old apartments. Our favorite game was running from the fuzz when they chased us for trespassing on private property."

Kerry looks at V, curious, as the tension in his body relaxes and laughs aloud. Its a sound V could listen to endlessly on loop.

"That so? Well, would you like to meet them? Ex-Wife's letting me see them this weekend as per our agreement." He has a beaming grin on his face, and he's looking at V with so much affection he could die happy right then and there.

"I'd love to."

. . .

"Daddy!" a little girl yells when Kerry walks through the door. He's immediately ambushed by the small child, lifting her up in his arms.

"How's my little girl?" Kerry coos, attacking her with kisses all over her chubby face.

She shrieks in happiness, telling him to stop in between giggles; that it tickles. When he does stop, she squishes his face between her hands while looking directly at V.

"Who's that?" she asks, and V suddenly feels put on the spot.

Kerry brushes against V's side, "This is V! He's my..."

They both look at one another for a brief moment and the lingering question pulls at their minds: What were they, exactly? Sure, they'd slept together and kissed and had heart to hearts and-

"He's daddy's right hand man," he says a bit too loudly, refusing to make eye contact with V.

V's heart sinks and there's a light sting that aches in his chest. He didn't know what to expect. Its not like they were explicitly dating and calling each other their boyfriend, after all. But still...

They walk to the living room together and he bumps into a lean body walking in their opposite direction.

"Oh! That's my bad I didn't see-"

"Don't care," they snap and before they could fully escape Kerry grabs his hood, pulling the skinny teenager back.

"Theo, meet V. V, this is my son, Theodore," Kerry introduces, letting the hood ago as he's again distracted by Kim directing him to the kitchen to show off her latest drawing hanging on the fridge.

Theodore glares at Kerry's backside, and then gives V a look, scanning him up and down.

V's suddenly regretting agreeing to come with Kerry, and doesn't exactly know what to do so he just stands there dumbly.

"Can I...help you?" he asks, trying to stop the judgemental eyes from analyzing him so much.

"Name's Ted, not Theo. Fuckin' hate it when he calls me that....so you're Kerry's new plaything. I wonder how long you'll last with that pathetic excuse of a musician? He paying you to sleep with him or something?"

V's taken aback by the sudden bombardment of bizarre questions, and all he can reply with is a startled laugh. "I'm...sorry? You're talking about your dad, right?"

The young man tsks, crossing his arms and glaring daggers at V. "Don't got a dad, just got a deadbeat excuse for one that calls himself my dad."

He hrumps onto the sofa, sulking in the furthest corner while looking at the random show thats on the TV, obviously too pissed off to actually pay attention to it.

V takes that as his cue to join Kerry and Kim, needing a refresher from whatever the fuck that conversation was, when he's stopped by another question.

"He talk about us, ever? Tell you that he left us after my mom gave birth and that he's only back in our lives jus' cause he wants to feel better about himself?"

That last part wasn't true at all. Kerry opened up to V the day after their first convo about his kids, and how he regrets missing out on so much. He's always good on his monthly payments, but he mourns the time he let pass by doing nothing else.

But V senses that the moody teen wasn't interested in hearing the truth at the moment.

Instead he opts for, "He does talk about you. Seems to care about the both of you, from what I've heard."

The boy scoffs, sneering. "Well ain't that just fuckin' preem."

And with that V rejoins Kerry's side.

. . .

They're both lying on opposite sides of Kim's bed, which is thankfully large enough to fit two grown men and a small child sleeping soundly in the middle.

Kerry's brushing the hair from her eyes, watching his daughter with love. V takes in the scene before him and shit he's falling harder and harder for Kerry.

His heart flutters when Kerry looks up at him, whispering as to not wake Kim up, "thank you, V."

V cocks an eyebrow, whispering back, "for what?"

"Dunno...just for being here, coming with me to see my kids. Something mushy and all that mixed in between..." He sighs, "...and sorry about Theodore, he and I don't exactly see eye to eye. He didn't interrogate you too brashly, did he?"

V snorts, shaking his head. "Nah, nothing that I couldn't handle. And you're welcome, Ker. I wouldn't mind doing this again, yknow, as a heads up for...uh," he blushes, scratching his cheek nervously, "next time."

A hand snakes its way to the back of his neck and he's pulled into the softest and quickest kiss of his entire life. He's left stunned and his entire body is on fire when Kerry winks at him.

"No take backs," he purrs, and closes his eyes with an arm reached over Kim holding his hand.

V has an absolute hell of a time trying to fall asleep for the rest of the night, with his heart hammering loudly against his chest and the sweat making his palms clammy.

He was so fucked.