a baby | choi seungcheol
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He lays on his back, head propped up on pillows and stomach exposed; his shirt must’ve ridden up in his sleep. Arms levelled with his shoulders and bent at the elbows, his hands settled on either side of his head. Seungcheol sleeps soundly like a baby. A literal baby.
You stare as he sleeps, etching this memory in your mind. He hasn’t been able to sleep like this the past few weeks due to the stress of his work and the expectations on him always weighing on his mind. Only you could bring the peace he so desperately needed.
Studying his features, you notice that his hair is longer now; his bangs tickling the top of his eyelids. Your eyes follow the length of his nose that sits between his fuller cheeks, all the way down to his soft parted lips.
Sitting on the edge of the bed due to not wanting to crinkle your uniform, you watch him as he continues to sleep peacefully, almost not wanting to wake him. Almost. Unfortunately, you must wake him soon, or he’ll miss his chance to say goodbye. It’s almost time for you to go.
Brushing the hair away from his face, you place a soft kiss on his forehead. On both his eyelids. His nose. His fuller cheeks. To his soft lips.
“Seungcheol,” you call out softly. “Wake up, my sweet.”
He groans, fists rubbing into his eyes but he only turns over to face towards you. Sleep still has a strong hold on him.
Giggling, you gently rub the back of your hand against his cheek. “Wake up, baby.”
Seungcheol finally stirs, arms stretching to try and get rid of his drowsiness. Eyes opening slowly, he squints at your figure before turning to look at the window. The moonlight shines through, illuminating the room and he knows that it’s far too early for either of you to be out of bed.
“What’s going on?” he asks, voice raspy and full of sleep. His eyes open fully and recognises your scrubs. “Do you have to go?”
“You know that I do,” you smile sadly. “I told you I was on call this week.”
Seungcheol whines, dragging his heavy body as he wraps himself around your middle and you whine yourself in protest at the sight of your uniform getting wrinkled. “Don’t go, please,” he pleads.
“They need me, baby.”
Seungcheol kicks out his legs under the blanket, tantrum in full swing. A literal baby. “I need you,” he groans into your stomach. “I only just got home a few days ago and then I have to leave again later today.”
“That’s why I’m saying goodbye now,” you reply as you run your hands through his tresses. “You’re only gone a few days. You’ll be back before you know it.”
“What can I do to make you stay?” he begs. “I know this is your last pristine uniform. If I crinkle it any more then you can’t go to work.”
You laugh heartily and he looks up at you, unable to stop himself from joining in. “You wouldn’t dare,” you scolded playfully.
“No, I wouldn’t.” he sighs.
Pulling his face up, you gently make him sit up next to you. “I’m off for a few days when you get back,” you say to surprise him, his face lighting up like Christmas morning. “I can pick you up from the airport. Can you disappear for a few days? We can spend it at the cabin.”
Seungcheol kisses you once. Twice. Three times. “I’ll make it my life’s mission.”
“Good,” you answer, about to return his kisses when your phone goes off by the bedside table. “It’s Codi. She’s five minutes away.”
“Ah, so Soonyoung is suffering with me.”
You kiss him this time. Once. Twice. Three times. “Shall I send Kkuma to come and join you?”
A pout adorns his adorable face. “You don’t want me to walk you to the door?”
“Will you let me out of it?” you ask with a brow raised.
“No,” Seungcheol pouts again and you kiss him one last time. At least until he comes back from his business trip. “See you soon, my love.”
“Sooner than you think,” you peck his nose. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
You throw him a smile as you exit your bedroom, Kkuma bounding in and onto the bed. Your heart aches at the thought of leaving them behind, only to come home without Seungcheol there but just as you said, you’ll see him soon.
Sooner than you think.
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somebody you | chwe hansol
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A smile creeps upon your face as you hear the sound of Vernon’s laughter fill the room. It’s the sound you’ve been missing for hours; ever since your best friend arrived at your dorm, complaining about a horrible lecture he sat through. Turning to the source of the sound, your smile widens when you spot the fond look on Vernon’s face as he stares at his phone.
“What are you watching?” you ask, wondering which particular cat video holds his attention.
It must be a good one, you think to yourself considering Vernon doesn’t even spare you a glance when he answers. “The Tiktok you posted the other day,” he simply says.
“Huh?”
“Yeah, the one of you impersonating Seungkwan when he does—”
“Wait, what—?”
“You look super cute here with the way your nose scrunches up—”
“HUH??” He thinks I’m cute?? Since when??
“Yeah, you always do this little thing with your nose—”
“Wait a minute,” you hold your hand up in the gap between his face and his phone, desperate to catch his attention before he goes on any longer. So many questions are flying through your head and you decide on asking him a safer one, afraid that you may be overthinking his previous comment about being cute. “Since when did you get a Tiktok account?”
Sitting up from his spot on the couch, Vernon ponders for a moment and replies, “Ever since you started making content.” The shock must be evident on your face because he adds, “Seungkwan showed me one of your videos awhile back and I didn’t want to miss out on how cute you were being. So, I created my own account.”
There he goes with that word again.
Grimacing, you sit yourself down next to him, body sagging to take the shape of the couch. You can only lift your hands and cover your face in embarrassment, wondering about what Vernon thinks of all the cringe videos you’ve done so far. He does keep saying that you’re cute, but you know he only means it in a friendly way. Deep down you know that he doesn’t see you the way that you see him — someone who’s more than just a friend.
“Actually, I’m glad we’re talking about Tiktok,” Vernon mentions to break you out of your misery. “Because I found this one trend that I really want to try with you.”
“Consider my curiosity piqued,” you reply as you sit up. “Which one are we talking about?”
Grinning, Vernon scoots closer to you, eliminating any space between you before showing you his phone. “They’re calling it ‘The Phone Trend’,” he explains with a hint of nervousness. “They give you a prompt and each person goes through their Instagram, Snapchat or whatever and quickly shows the profile of the person they think fits the prompt.”
Understanding dawns on you, “Yeah, I’ve actually seen this one the other day. I’m game if you are?”
“Yeah, let’s do it,” Vernon tries to sound enthusiastic but you know him well enough to know that something’s amiss.
“We don’t have to record it,” you offer to reassure him and you smile as the relief floods his features. Turning to face him on the couch, you get your phone and ready yourself as he does the same. “Hm, for the first one, let’s go with… somebody we hate. I’ll go first.”
Taking less than ten seconds to scroll through your social media, you find the profile you’re looking for and quickly show it to Vernon before taking it back.
“Wait, Cassie from my Liberal Arts class?” he asks, confused.
“Yeah, there’s something about her that I don’t like,” you shrug, not wanting to reveal that you see her as a rival because she had a crush on him too. “Okay, your turn.”
Vernon barely shows you his phone but you catch just enough of the person’s profile picture to know who he chose. “Wait, isn’t that Ian? My blind date guy?”
“I didn’t like him,” he answers, nonchalantly.
“But, he was super nice! He even walked me back and kissed me—”
“Anyway, let’s move on,” Vernon interrupts suddenly. “Let’s go with someone we think is funny…”
The two of you spend the next half an hour going through various prompts and various profiles, exclaiming and laughing all throughout. Now, it’s Vernon’s turn to choose again and you wonder why he suddenly clears his throat and takes a deep breath — like he’s hyping himself up for something. “Okay, we’ve been pretty safe so far,” he says to test the waters. “Let’s go for something serious now.”
“Ooft, let’s do it. Do your worst, Nonny.”
A fond smile graces his features at his favourite nickname from you before blurting out, “Okay, let’s go with someone you have feelings for.”
“Whoa, there buddy,” you laugh nervously. “Are we sure about this?”
“I am,” he beams proudly and you note that he already has his phone ready. Whether it’s because he’ll be going first or another reason, you don’t know. Sensing your hesitation, Vernon gently grabs your other hand and rubs circles on the back of it in reassurance. “It’ll be fine, I promise.”
Nodding, you scroll through your instagram until you reach Vernon’s profile. Biting your lip, you nod again to let him know that you’re ready.
With a hard grip on his phone, Vernon turns his phone slowly to face you but this time, he doesn’t make any moves to take his phone back or hide it, leaving you to stare at the person’s profile in question.
“But, that’s me?” you ask softly albeit a little confused. “I thought the prompt was someone that you have feelings for? You don’t—”
“Now, let’s go for someone you want to kiss,” he interrupts once more, not bothering to move his phone an inch. Looking you straight in the eye, you feel him bare his heart and soul to you.
Oh.
Oh.
“Since when?” you query as your heart thrums in anticipation.
“Since always,” Vernon laughs. “I think it was when you face planted after meeting me. You must’ve thought I was so hot—”
“I— i-it was— I was probably shocked about how big your head was!” you exclaim as you pat down your cheeks that are heating up. Opening your mouth to utter another retort, you stop dead in your tracks when you see Vernon’s face staring hard at your lap. The lap where your phone is. The phone where his profile is.
“That’s me,” he whispers softly. You watch as a smile slowly forms on his face and his shoulders visibly relax. Fondly, Vernon’s eyes then roam from your phone to your face. “You have feelings for me too. Since when?”
You can’t stop yourself from replying even if you wanted to. “Since I face planted after meeting you.”
Vernon’s hearty laugh fills the room once more. “Can I kiss you yet?” he asks daringly, leaning forward and nuzzling his nose against yours.
Nodding in consent, you instinctively close your eyes and brace yourself. A needy whine escapes you as Vernon keeps you waiting and you feel the ghost of his smile against your lips. Before you can complain further, he connects your lips together in a soft and hesitant kiss, that turns more sure and insistent when he feels you kiss him back.
If you could describe what kissing him feels like, only one word comes to mind. Kissing Vernon feels like home — like there’s no place you’d rather be and you could stay doing this, forever. However, with the need to breathe becoming prominent, you both reluctantly pull away and break out into a fit of giggles.
“I can’t believe you confessed using a Tiktok trend,” you tease.
“Now that you mention it, we can do the ‘Date Night’ trend for our first date…”
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If I ever write a no powers au it is going to be a who dunnit about Zeus’s death because literally everyone has a motive and now since everyone is mortal everyone has the means to murder him.
Murder suspects
Athena- Believes that Zeus is running the company inefficiently and if he just listened to her everything would be fixed. Once tried to take over the Olympian Holdings. Her alibi is completely air tight like she knew this would happen…
Hades- Zeus once tried to harm his lover. Rival business owners.
Posideon- Extreme brotherly rivalry and also rival business owner.
Apollo- Recently disowned son who has taken his disowning suspiciously well… has the medical know how to pull off some interesting stuff. Second most likely to be framed.
Hera- We all know her motive. And you know what she deserves to kill him at this point
Luke- trying to destroy Olympian Holdings for its shady business practices and has his own complicated ties to the Olympian family.
Ares- Recently written out of the will for doing something stupid. Has a gun at all times. Most likely to be framed.
Hermes- Zeus’s aid for a ridiculous amount of time with no career advancement. Has info on the other suspects that he is very willing to share. Has recently been in hot water with Zeus over the actions of his son Luke.
Thalia and Jason Grace- Zeus’s bastard children who are set to inherit a lot of his money.
I have no idea who the detective would be since there isn’t an unbiased demigod with the intelligence to deal with this mess. Tempted to have the detectives be Percy and Annabeth. Will Solace would also make a great medical consultant.
Who do you think would do it?
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The feminine urge to rewrite the heroes of Olympus series (specifically SON) and make it sadder (and more angsty)
Like Percy without Annabeth would go batshit insane right? Or should I say Perseus would go insane.
The whole Percy memory thing is kinda glanced over. He gets his memories back by MOA. The second he sees his Annie he’s okay. And then we’re done with it.
But what if it didn’t work like that? He loves Annabeth that bond hera wont break. But he doesn’t know everything about her. He knows thats his entire world. But he doesn’t know why.
Jason didn’t know about the legion. Or any of his time there. He still doesn’t have all his memories about that despite going home.
Why does Percy get that?
Imagine Him doing a move and leo being like “where’d you learn that?” And he just blanks, Luke’s name slipping from his brain.
Him back at camp, seeing someone (like clariesse or Katie. Not his best friend but they’ve definitely talked.) and them being happy he’s okay, and he just doesn’t know them. Them trying to remind him who they are. And he just doesn’t know.
Percy getting his Achilles curse memories back, and he doesn’t remember that its gone. Going headfirst into battle, unaware of the potential for injuries.
Percy hearing sally make a mean joke about gabe and he just doesn’t know who he is. He knows he hates alcohol. But not why.
Percy not remembering everything.
He knows what hurts but not why it does.
Yeah heroes of Olympus but sad
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