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Incredibles 2 (2018) dir. Brad Bird

Be mean to your characters.

What do they take for granted? Take it away from them.

The one thing they know for certain? Make them doubt it.

Their worst fear? Throw it at their faces.

Make their plans fail. Make them cry. Make them question things and then learn about them and the way they react in the process.

Be mean to your character. Then be kind to them for a while, because after all that they may deserve it.

ShortStory #1 - Na mesma moeda (Cockhold+cheating)

Olá, como vai? Estamos começando uma nova série de posts! Os ShortStorys. Vão ser textos pequenos ou cenas que podem ou não se ligar a outras histórias, apenas para continuar praticando e me permitir escrever para o fandom enquanto termino minha história original. Espero que vocês gostem^^

Na mesma moeda

Pelo que pareceu ser a milionésima vez, ele se mexeu na cadeira, tentando achar uma posição que não fosse tão desconfortável. Porém, depois de quase duas horas sentado naquela cadeira de madeira, ele não tinha mais esperanças de qualquer conforto. Will estava no quarto deles, lugar que ele e seu marido dividiam. Bem, não naquela noite. E se Will fosse sincero consigo mesmo, admitiria que Nico e ele não dividiam a mesma cama há muito meses.

Will estava tentando ser um bom companheiro, tentando se redimir por erros do passado, e esse era o único motivo dele estar nessa situação. Sua surpresa foi quando Nico, seu marido há dois anos descobriu sua traição. Ou melhor, o informou saber do ocorrido. A surpresa real foi saber que Nico queria que Will sentisse tudo o que ele havia sentido, e sem opção, Will concordou, é claro. Ou era isso, ou era o divorciou, perdendo seu melhor amigo dos últimos vinte anos.

Saber que Nico queria devolver na mesma moeda, era aceitável, agora ter que presenciar o ato ao vivo, era demais para ele. Especialmente ter que ver o cara de quase dois metros de altura, segurando Nico que quase desaparecia debaixo dele. Ver Nico gemendo como nunca tinha gemido para ele, era o que realmente era inaceitável.

Will, de verdade, não queria ver, nem sequer queria olhar na direção deles. Embora esse fosse o combinado. Will não podia levantar daquela cadeira até que Nico permitisse. Mas ele não pôde evitar, Nico gemeu de uma forma tão alta que Will teve que olhar. E mesmo daquela distancia era impossível não perceber o membro grande e molhado, deslizando de novo e de novo, parecendo abrir Nico ainda mais a cada movimento, a entrada pequena e delicada, agora, levemente inchada e rosada, as pernas escancaradas e a coluna curvada, gemidos ininterruptos, quase grunhidos enquanto o cara em cima de Nico, dava a entender que não pararia tão cedo, não até que Nico implorasse por misericórdia.

De alguma forma, Nico ainda teve tempo de zombar dele. Pois, de vez em quando, ele virava a cabeça e olhava para sorrindo, tão doce como sempre, porém, gemendo, como se aquele fosse o melhor dia de sua vida, e disse suavemente, “Agora que você viu como se faz, pode fazer também.”

Isso fez o coração de Will pular, sabendo que essa não seria a última vez que o veria transando com esse homem em sua casa. Wiil o amava mais do que seu senso de orgulho, e agora que Nico tinha o poder no relacionamento deles, não havia que pudesse o parar.

E assim, aconteceu. Todo fim de semana, Perseu vinha e usava Nico como bem entendia; o tocava, o beijava, o fodia e em uma era ocasião, Percy colocou Nico em seu colo e o espancou em sua frente, a expressão satisfeita no rosto do homem e os gemidos doces de Nico o enfurecendo um pouco mais a cada minuto. Mas se ele soubesse que aquele tinha sido o começo do seu fim, Will teria aproveitado seus últimos momentos, teriam tentando convencer Nico a parar com aquilo.

A partir daquele dia, Perseu começou a ir em encontros com Nico, só os dois, cinema, jantares, passeios românticos, motéis.

Como ele sabia disso? A fatura vinha em seu cartão de crédito, uma conta mais cara que a outra, descrições indicando que eles estavam viajando para cidades vinhas ou até passagens de avião. Mas nas vezes que eles estavam em casa? Ele ainda ouviu os gemidos, o choro de Nico, seus suspiros, e as risadas de Perseu e seus grunhidos de prazer. Se não bastasse isso, ele os ouvia conversando. Seus planos futuros, o que iam fazer para o aniversário de Nico e que roupa Nico devia usar para ir na festa que a mãe de Percy ia dar para ele.

Foi assim que Will teve que dar um basta nisso, os encontrando no sofá da sala, Perseu sobre Nico, o beijando, suas mãos no meio das pernas de Nico, pernas que estavam sobre o ombro de Perseu, três dedos se movendo profundamente dentro de Nico, apenas para ver esses dedos serem substituído pelo membro que Will admitia ser maior do que o seu, entrando devagar, mas deslizando sem problemas, Nico fechando os olhos e deixando escapar mais um daqueles gemidos que o assombraria pelo resto de sua vida.

Não havia nada que Will pudesse fazer.

Ele saiu da sala e foi em direção a seu quarto, sentou no pé da cama e encarou a parede branca ao lado de sua televisão, ainda ouvindo os gemidos, agora os sons de pele batendo em pele se intensificando e ecoando ao redor do apartamento. Só restava a ele ligar para seu advogado.

Bem, as coisas aconteceram mais rápido do que ele pensava que poderia acontecer. Na semana seguinte, em uma terça-feira, parte de seus móveis tinham sumido junto com todas as coisas de Nico. A televisão que Nico tanto amava, o sofá, alguns utensílios de cozinha e tudo dentro do quarto do Nico. Ele se sentia sozinho e não poderia culpar ninguém além de si mesmo.

Foi interessante, não? Eu sempre quis escrever algo assim, mas nunca tive a oportunidade, especialmente pelo ponto de vista de outra pessoa. Espero que tenha sido interessante^^

.....i am Speechless

Too many thoughts, too many questions and a liiittle bit of mixed feelings. @percico-nicercy-events

Jensen Ackles as Soldier Boy + Text Posts

I love that thought. Feels right to me.

forever obsessed with percy being weird. off-putting. strange even. a cryptid maybe. an urban legend if I may. my boy is the son of one of the oldest, most powerful gods, has been in FBI's records since the age of twelve, fought and won two wars against immortal beings, went to hell and back. I think he's allowed to be a little odd.

i found this image to be quite inspirational, thus i wish to share it. you don't have to make something phenomenal much less rather something exceptional. you must first put it out there and tweak things later because you cannot build off of something you put nothing into. some day you'll regret never putting yourself out there.

create beautiful, wonderful things.

~ m.n.

So fucking funy! Can I just leave hickey?

@haiseiscute333 @gutsnoir @language-of-blueberries

ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.

SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Chapter XIV

Hi, how's everyone? Sorry I've been so absent, I had to take a break. Sometimes that happens, but don't worry, I'll be back. I hope you like it

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / / CHAPTER III, CHAPTER IV e CHAPTER V / Chapter VI e Chapter VII / Chapter VIII e Chapter IX / Chapter X, Chapter XI, Chapter XII e Chapter XIII

Hades relaxed back against his chair just in time for Maria to enter the room and so everyone began to eat. It was as if none of that had happened as the platters of food were passed around the table and some more arrived from the kitchen.

This was a moment Nico hadn't expected to witness. He leaned back in his chair and picked up his glass of wine, closing his eyes as he felt the sweet and slightly bitter liquid go down his throat. He had eaten so much that he thought he would explode, making him sluggish and sleepy. That must be why he felt so good and so free. He knew he shouldn't be so relaxed, so comfortable with Percy in the middle of his family, and most importantly, he shouldn't accept without question the easy way Percy mingled with them. The conversation flowed so naturally that it was like this dinner was a common occurrence between all of them; Percy's arm on his chair, keeping them close, and the fingers that still caressed the back of his neck in that soft and gentle way lulled him without him even realizing it, while Percy's nails massaging him made everything seem even more natural. And so, finally realizing what was happening, Nico found himself wrapped in that tranquility and contentment that he hadn't felt before Percy appeared in his life, like this was another common thing between them. Even Hades, who had been rude before, seemed not to care about the display of affection.

“… thing. I never would have guessed that.” Percy said beside Nico, close to his ear, the husky murmur caressing his nerves. “What a brave little boy.”

Percy squeezed Nico's shoulders and he felt himself grow warm. Nico just wanted them to stop telling stories about his childhood, there was nothing special about it.

“He was the cutest child in the world. So righteous and innocent.” Bianca continued.

“Really? Tell me more.” Percy raised his own glass of wine to his lips and looked at Nico playfully. But there was something in his eyes. Nico never knew when Percy was been serious.

“Please, no.” It was his turn to murmur.

“Ah, but I have to tell him.”

“Bianca, I beg you!”

Bianca just smiled at Nico, all satisfied and leaned towards him and Percy. The truth is that everyone at the table was a little drunk and since Hades made the wine, he liked it very strong.

“No, I insist.” Percy murmured beside him, perhaps a little closer than necessary, a little hoarsely, too. Well, it was to be expected, they had been laughing for over half an hour. At his expense, of course. Apparently he was a very creative child. And brave. And cute. And innocent. The adjectives were endless.

“So, it happened like this. Hazel was still very little, you know? We still lived in Italy.”

“Please.” Nico begged once more.

“She didn't even realize that the other kids were being mean.”

“I promise to do your laundry for a week!”

“Nico saw this and--” She continued, her face red from the wine.

“One month. No, two--”

“Shhh…” That's when he felt Percy approaching him again. He… Percy placed his index finger on Nico's lips and said very quietly: “Your sister is talking. Be a good boy.”

Nico was unable to disobey. The air fled from his lungs, but unlike what had happened before, it was thought they were suddenly very full, so hot that Nico felt like he was being scorched. The strangest thing about this was that no one seemed to find it strange. Not Percy's arm around his shoulders or his rough fingers against his lips, much less the way that their chairs, for some mysterious reason, were much closer than before, seeming that with each passing moment the distance between them was decreasing.

Half-airy and light, still hearing the words “good boy”, Nico watched Bianca continue to tell her little anecdote of a little boy defending his defenseless little sister through punches. And on top of that, winning the fight.

“I remember that!” Hazel said. She pushed her chair back and stood up, beaming with happiness. “We have pictures!”

“No!” Nico said, defeated.

“Yes!” Hazel exclaimed.

With no other choice left, Hazel left the table and ran upstairs without looking back.

“Percy!” But Nico was laughing, hiding his face in Percy's shoulder, feeling like he was going to melt from embarrassment or bury his head in the ground like an ostrich.

“It’s okay,” Percy told him, the smile in his voice making him relax. “I promise not to hold it against you.”

A kiss was placed on the side of his face and Nico melted completely. He couldn't remember the last time someone had kissed him like that, full of affection and without expecting anything in return. Nico had to lift his head and look back at Percy. When Nico had first met him, it hadn't occurred to him that Percy Jackson could be someone so kind and loving, yet somewhat shameless. Raising his hand, Nico placed it on Percy's face and--

— Nico Di Ângelo! — An angry voice echoed through the room.

The front door slammed against the wall and there stood the person Nico least expected to see, someone he had completely forgotten about. Will Solace was there. Yes, Will, his boyfriend, the person he should be smiling with, the person Nico should be touching with so much affection and care, but never had the desire to do so.

Everyone looked at Will and, too late, Nico realized that Percy was still holding him by the shoulders and he still had his hands on Percy's face. He saw in slow motion Will march towards them and stop in front of the table, only then realizing that he shouldn't be touching Percy, much less in front of his boyfriend. He looked back at Percy and let his hands rest on his strong shoulders, still unprepared to let go.

What… what was he doing?

“I'm sorry.” Nico said to Percy. For some reason Nico addressed Percy and not Will. The truth is that he felt bad, he felt strange, all that drama made him feel like he was betraying Percy, which only made him more confused.

“What the hell are you doing! And who is this guy?”

“I-- I… this… this is Percy Jackson.” He mumbled weakly, not knowing what to say. “And this is Will Solace, my… my boyfriend.”

“What the fuck, Nico!” Will got closer to where he was and yelled in his face. “Come with me, now!”

Nico didn't know what to do, so he went. He stood up and looked one last time at Percy and his family who were watching everything in bewilderment, letting Will grab him by the arm and drag him away. He even heard his mother say "Oh my!" That is, until he realized that Percy wasn't going to let go. He looked at Percy and saw that the man was frowning, looking at him with concern. "Is that your boyfriend?"

“What's that got to do with you? Don't you think you're a little old to be hanging around little boys?”

He couldn't believe what he was hearing! Nico gasped and stood in front of them.

“It's okay, we'll talk--”

Percy stood up and straightened his spine, puffing out his chest in a way Nico had never seen him do before. Percy stopped in front of Will and looked down at him, the blond boy looking so small and helpless next to the nearly seven-foot tall man that it almost made Nico laugh.

“I'm sorry, I don't think I understood. Can you repeat that?” Percy said. He smiled at Will and kept Nico behind him. Nico could imagine how threatening Percy was now.

Will swallowed hard, but stared back at Percy, his grip on Nico's arm tightening.

“That's what you heard, old man.”

“You better let Nico go. He doesn't want to talk to you.”

“Who do you think--”

“If I were you, I would be careful with your next words.”

With that the room fell silent, Will and Percy staring at each other and their family frozen where they sat.

Percy was the first to break the tension. He turned to Nico and gently held him on the shoulder, leaned in until he was very close to his ear and whispered:

“Are you sure he’s your boyfriend?” Nico just looked at Percy, feeling like laughing for some reason, watching Percy laugh back at him. “He feels like an older brother. I don’t see any love or attraction, or affection coming from him. And if that’s how he treats you… why are you still with him?”

Nico felt himself burn under Percy's intense gaze and instead of answering him, he pushed Percy's shoulder lightly, not really wanting to move away, looking at him disapprovingly and muttering so that only Percy could hear: “You're doing this on purpose. I'll be right back.”

So, Nico walked away from Percy, ignoring that little smile that was already very familiar to him, and went outside where Will was waiting for him.

***

As soon as Nico turned his back on them, being pulled by his boyfriend and dragged by the arm, Percy turned around and faced that family that five minutes ago seemed to be the best in the world compared to his. Now, he wasn't so sure. Whether it was the way Nico's older brothers went back to eating, just looking at their plates or the sad way Maria Di Ângelo looked through the door where Nico had left, the worst thing was definitely looking at Hades and seeing the resigned expression on his rough and tired face.

Percy sat down at the table and put his hand to his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He filled his glass with more wine and downed it in one go. Why was he so worried? Why did he feel so possessive? In the end, Will Solace was right, this was none of his business, none of it was.

Even so, Percy turned to Hades, giving him a disapproving look. Hades looked at him and it was then that he realized,  the man would do nothing to stop something bad from happening to Nico. 

Percy didn't believe that! He would do anything for Alice and Logan, he would never let other people abuse them, much less offer them up on a golden platter, handing them over to the dogs. Percy took a deep breath and tried to ignore the tension in the air, so strong it could be cut with a knife. However, it didn't take long for a murderous expression to form on the patriarch's face; not even thirty seconds later they heard furious shouts coming from outside the house. The clearest were "You're mine! Acting like a whore won't solve things" and "Is it because of him that you don't want to marry me?"

Everyone remained in a somber silence that was only broken when Hazel entered the room, her shoes making noise against the wooden floor. Hades grimaced in disgust and he couldn't take it anymore, downing the third glass of wine in less than two minutes.

“You know, I may like fancy cars and innocent little boys, but I would never do that to Nico.”

“As if you were different.” Hades tells him.

“I would never call Nico those things and I would never force him to do anything he doesn't want to do. Can you say the same about Will? If I were you, I would be careful about who you let into your home.”

Hades made another face, as if he had eaten something bitter, but Percy didn't care, he got up from the table and went after Nico.

If it had been anyone else in his place, he would have said that the scene he found when he opened the door was something out of a murder movie about to happen, or perhaps the beginning of physical abuse. He couldn't decide, especially if it was the way Will was looking at Nico, with so much anger and disgust, practically pressing him against the wall; Will even had his fist slightly raised, close to his body, his hand clenched and tense. Nico, on the other hand, seemed to have given up on fighting back and was just trying to defend himself with his hands over his face.

Percy couldn't wait any longer, he walked over to Nico and stood in their midst, running when he saw what was about to happen. However, Percy had to stop before he reached him, coming across something he never expected to see; the little boy who had seemed so brave and courageous was now huddled against the wall, trying to make himself smaller, crying so hard that he was sobbing.

He did the only thing he could in a situation like this. He approached slowly and tried to talk to him, without scaring him.

“Nico? It's me, Percy.”

“I'm sorry! I didn't-- I didn't--” Nico screamed with all the strength he could muster and raised his hands, trying to keep the threat away from him, soon after shrinking even further against the wall and crouching on the floor, covering his head with his hands.

“It's okay. Tell me what happened, hmm?”

“Oh.” Nico said softly, almost without strength.

With a broken sob, Nico raised his head and looked at him, his face twisted with pain. Nico didn't say a word, he just stood up quickly and jumped against Percy, hugging him desperately and crying even harder.

“Shhh… what’s wrong? No need to cry, you’re safe.”

“Per…” Another hiccup and the first sniff.

“Come on, it's okay. Don't you trust me?”

Nico nodded, his face all wet and swollen, trying to smile, relaxing a little more. At least Percy now knew Nico wouldn't have a panic attack.

“Do you want to talk?”

Nico denies it and stays exactly where he was, curled up against Percy's chest and with his eyes squeezed shut, trying to control the sobs that were slowly fading away. Only when he was sure that Nico wouldn't lose control again did he look at the boyfriend. Big piece of shit. A selfish and spoiled little boy, from what he could see. And who apparently didn't even care if Nico suffered or not.

Percy didn't do anything other than hug Nico, he didn't move to give that kid what he deserved or try to call for help, Will didn't do anything either, looking at him like he wanted to kill him, ignoring Nico who finally stopped crying. In the end, he was the one who had lost; it was Percy who held Nico in his arms, it was Percy who slowly caressed his back and it was Percy who comforted him. Will should give up while he still had time.

See you next time!