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Relato de uma Suicida #original

Sinopse: Esse é meu relato. Um relato de uma alma perdida e torturada, já esquecida pelo tempo. Quando você a achar, já não estarei aqui. Só peço que você leia, me entenda e não conte para ninguém. Porque no fundo ninguém gosta da verdade.

Carta a Alguém

Dói muito. Não me deixe ir, por favor. Onde você está? Não deixe com que eu me afogue, eu não aguento mais. Quanta dor alguém pode suportar? Quantas frustrações e desespero são necessários para que o alívio venha? Talvez eu nunca saiba, embora o conhecimento desse fato me liberte de alguma forma

Sim, foi o que você leu. Morte. A doce e serena paz.

Mas eu quero que você entenda, chegou um momento em que foi insuportável continuar, então eu fiz o que nunca tinha pensado, o que meus pais e amigos nunca perdoariam; tomei um vidro inteiro de calmantes e me deitei sob o manto majestoso da água, esperei que até que ela fizesse seu trajeto e que em sua dolorosa lerdeza, entrasse por meus pulmões e trouxesse a liberdade que eu precisava. E por um mísero momento foi puro êxtase, sentia que minha hora finalmente chegava; meu corpo tremia de excitação e meu coração disparava, eu estava tão perto, enfim teria meu descanso.

Mas, então, havia você.

Você não deixou, me resgatou da minha felicidade eminente, da minha paz, do único sossego que eu poderia ter.

Mas, você… você não tinha o direito. Abriu a porta do banheiro e apenas tomou minha vontade de viver em suas mãos, tratando como se fosse a sua própria, me puxou para cima em direção a superfície e para fora da água, liberando meu pulmão para que o oxigênio pudesse circular.

Você não tinha o direito.

Ainda me lembro de suas palavras ríspidas e mãos desesperadas percorrendo meu corpo em busca de um pulso, de qualquer sinal de vida; um doce momento de agonia, um maldito momento de sorte; com o primeiro folego de ar circulando meu corpo veio a dor, minha garganta queimou e minha vergonha apareceu, eu não pude olhar nos seus olhos, não pude te encarar, mas lá estava você, sua voz rouca de tanto gritar me pedindo para voltar, me pedindo para acordar. Entretanto, eu não queria, e por um longo tempo tive minha paz. Mas como eu poderia continuar dormindo se você continuou ali, do meu lado, segurando minha mão? Implorando dia após dia ‘você tem que acordar, querida. Volte para mim.’ E foi o que fiz, abri os olhos e a luz branca do quarto de hospital me cegou por um momento, porém sua mão na minha me trouxe de volta como ela sempre trazia. Eu olhei para você e sorri, era bom sorrir novamente. Você me disse ‘oi’ e aquela simples palavra o suficiente para trazer lágrimas aos meus olhos, iguais aos seus. Eu suspirei e continuei olhando para você porque era a única coisa que eu poderia fazer, porque eu estava viva e que porque alguém se importava. Foi o dia que eu entendi, eu precisava de ajuda. Você não precisava me dizer outra vez, eu sabia que precisava. Eu estou aqui, não estou? Em meio a seus gritos e suplicas de amor. Estou aqui enfim pedindo abrigo, de peito aberto e cabeça baixa, da forma mais clara e concisa que eu poderia usar.

Não era essa a sinceridade que você tanto pediu? Essa é minha tentativa de te dizer. Quero que você saiba de tudo, o que passei e o que ainda vou passar. EU preciso de você, preciso do seu corpo quente para me esquentar nas noites escuras e do seu ombro para chorar quando o mundo for um lugar grande demais para mim. Espero que não seja tarde demais e que você saiba que não importa o que o aconteça comigo, mesmo que eu faça tudo errado e acabe por mudar de uma forma irreversível e irreconhecível, que me perca em mim mesma e no meu mundinho estreito e miúdo, repleto de fantasias e monstros, onde tudo há um começo, um meio e um fim. Quero que você sabia de tudo isso e que possa me perdoar. Você vai ficar comigo e fazer tudo dar certo?

Eu sei que você vai, porque não é sempre o que acontece? Nessa nossa fantasia de mundo real, essa experiência momentânea que chamamos de vida? Para melhor ou para pior, é tudo o que temos. Eu queria poder dizer o que acontece a seguir. No enredo perfeito eu saberia exatamente como termina a nossa história, você seguraria minha mão e juntos continuaríamos nossa jornada, sem dor ou obstáculos, porque enfim chegaríamos ao nosso almejado final feliz.

Será que depois de tudo isso você pode entender? Será que pode me perdoar? Eu nunca saberei ao certo, pois você não me diz nada. Mesmo você estando ao meu lado nesse exato momento estamos há galáxias de distância. Você pode me escutar? Pode escutar meu coração batendo rápido cada vez que você me olha? A cada vez que segura minha mão? Como ela treme e eu finjo que nada acontece?

Você sabe o que faz comigo?

Não, eu não peço muito. Será que você pode fazer isso por mim? Só preciso de uma migalha, de uma promessa, só uma, apenas uma garantia de que tudo vai ficar bem e você vai continuar aqui, num gesto que pode salvar vidas, que pode salvar a minha vida. Me prometa que quando as coisas ficarem difíceis você não vai pensar em nada além de me estender a mão, sem pretensão ou obrigação alguma, só porque você quer. Você vai me segurar em seus braços e dizer que tudo vai ficar bem? Eu preciso saber.

Então, pense bem, apenas por um momento. Você vai me salvar?

Me prometa. É só o que eu peço.

E não se esqueça, não importa o quão longe eu pareça estar e o quão isolada eu deseje ficar, apenas se deite aqui, bem do meu lado, onde nenhum monstro possa nos alcançar. Palavras não são necessárias, muito menos atos grandiosos. Apenas se deite ao meu lado, me abrace bem forte e beije meu pescoço. Só isso. Eu vou respirar fundo e fingir que não há nada a temer, que os monstros atrás da porta, me torturando lentamente, são só isso, ficção da minha mente, ilusões ocas sem sentido. Mas, veja bem, seu eu jogar isso tudo fora o que me restará? Migalhas de sentimentos? Meios-termos nunca completos?

Eu acho que não. Eu seria apenas mais um copo meio cheio, meio cheio de nada, cheio de vazio. É por isso que pego esse meu relato e guardo para mim, bem escondido no fundo do guarda-roupa para que ninguém perceba, ninguém além de você, quando o peso do mundo me obriga a mostrar o que há dentro de mim. Afinal, quem iria quer uma coisa tão quebrada, tão sem uso como eu? Pois, agora, enquanto me deito entre seus braços no fim do dia, não me resta nada além de me contentar com o que eu sou. Espero que no fim, você ainda me queira pelo menos uma fração do que eu te quero.

Esse é o meu relato.

Ei, como é que vai? Foi meio pesado, ne? Eu sei. E não se preocupe, estou bem. Esse foi um conto que escrevi nos anos de 2010 a 2015. Sabe aquela musica “How to save a life, do The Fray“? Foi inspirada nela. As vezes, é interessante escrever algo diferente, algo que você pode experimentar sem ter que se tornar real. Espero que essa história possa te proporcionar isso.

Até a próxima!

Here we are! Sorry it’s a bit messy, though! Q A Q

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It’s Just a Movie. It’s Just a Show.

Back to the Future helped me get through the hardest month of my life ten years ago.

Love, Simon made me feel more comfortable with aspects of my identity…

Which I now embrace through a love for chick flicks.

“Veronica Mars” helped me get through high school…

And “Doctor Who” helped get me through my first year of college.

I was able to bond with my dad over our mutual appreciation of Coen Brothers movies…

Deadpool gave us a way to properly express how much we hated his cancer…

And “Brooklyn Nine Nine” is helping me deal with his passing.

Zombieland taught me how to laugh again…

And The Imitation Game taught me how to cry.

“Avatar: The Last Airbender” provided storytelling which challenged me as a child…

While shows like “Static Shock” opened my eyes to cultures & experiences other than my own.

Bandslam was a movie so close to my life as a 13 year old it felt like I’d written it…

While How to Train Your Dragon showed me that just because I was a weirdo didn’t mean I was alone.

The Book of Life helps me feel more comfortable about death…

And “The Good Place” encourages me to life a full life.

“Crazy Ex-Girlfriend” makes me feel more comfortable about talking about my mental health issues.

Chicago got me through pneumonia.

Planes, Trains & Automobiles is a Thanksgiving tradition in our home.

I feel closer to my mom because of Harry Potter…

To my brother because of Lord of the Rings…

And to the rest of my family because of Disney films.

People say, “It’s just a movie,” or, “It’s just a show,” like that’s minimizes it, but it doesn’t.

“Just a movie,” means it is a storytelling device that resonates with people.

“Just a show,” means it is something people can come back to when they need it.

Entertainment, storytelling, and art have the power to inspire people…

To change them, to help them deal with their life…

To connect with others…

And to see themselves represented in ways they never thought they would.

So if something is just that, then I think that’s pretty great.

SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V

Hey. Here are the chapters, three in one go! I got too lazy to do them one at a time, I hate these monetization book platforms that force me to chop up the chapters. I think I'll give up on them, they annoy me to no end. Anyway, I think the next chapters are going to be much longer.

I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter III

"It's not your fault. Come in.”

Mr. Jackson made room for Nico to enter and closed the door, then walked into the house, guiding him through the entrance chamber.

Nico tried to move through the room at the man's speed, but he had to stop for a moment. The first thing he saw was white in its purest tone, seeing that as he walked and his eyes roamed the hall, the white mixed with other lighter and more neutral tones. The walls were white too and the furniture was had an equally light color, pale snow, which contrasted with the beautiful paintings in which he would never be able to recognize their real value even if he were paid to do it, decorating those walls interspersed with large windows that went all the way to the floor in strategic points; everything was so immaculate, so clean and bright that he was afraid to take a step forward and get something dirty.

He blinked, looking around and wondering what else he would find in that place. So, with the greatest care possible, Nico stepped on the very white carpet that stretched across the entire entrance and walked as fast as he could trying to reach Mr. Jackson who was already waiting for him at the entrance to the living room.

And like everything else, the floor of that house was also made of a white granite that shone almost blindingly. Had he mentioned the large spiral staircase that led to the upper floor? It was beautiful, something out of a fairy tale. Nico could very well imagine a princess descending those bright, polished steps. He heard a cough and finally looked away from the staircase, seeing that there were two doors on the right and one on the left, and the room that he thought was a small living room opened up wider to the right, well lit by the large windows that were also there, showing the well-kept garden, more white walls, cream sofas, a coffee table and a big tv mounted on the wall.

Like an idiot, he kept walking while looking around and accidentally tripped over the end of the carpet, stopping at the beginning of the living room. Mr. Jackson, on the other hand, had walked confidently down the long hallway, waiting for him, looking more impatient with each passing minute now standing in the middle of the room.

"Come in. Please." Mr. Jackson told him as seriously as before.

For some reason Nico couldn't explain, he felt conflicted, though... though he knew it was a different kind of conflict. It was a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, as if... it might sound ridiculous, but he felt like he'd walked into a trap where if he stepped wrong he'd be devoured. He admitted it, he was attracted to a specific type of man. Tall, strong, and... determined.

Well, he didn't know if "decided" was the right word, but Nico liked to believe that. He didn't know, maybe it was all that skin on show, the way the half-naked man was standing in the middle of the room as if he had nothing to hide, the way Mr. Jackson seemed to use his height to demand... demand something from him. It was also the way those eyes that shone intensely seemed to stalk him, restrained, attentive, trying to communicate something that Nico refused to understand.

It could also be that giant, deserted place that gave him this feeling of being suffocated, as if he were tiny and the white vastness was going to swallow him in that house that seemed to be the perfect prison made of gold. Or even worse, it could be something unprecedented, something that Nico would refuse until the end out of pure moral sense; he hated this feeling that climbed up his spine and made him even more confused, because it wasn't fair, he had been irritated with the man less than ten minutes ago! And now, well... Nico couldn't hide it, it was something that came to him naturally; this sexuality that he tried to bury as much as he could and that was obvious if Nico could compare, was the similarity in the posture of this man who stared at him from head to toe so intensely that it made him uncomfortable and at the same time eager.

But everything was fine, Nico could admit that to himself. The only reason he hesitated so much was the memory of what had happened yesterday, it was exactly because he knew people like this man, authoritative and confident, as if it was obvious that others lived to fulfill his desires, that he had lost his job. Nico didn't want the same thing to happen so soon. Or for something worse to happen.

Ah, why didn't he listen to his intuition and leave when he could? I mean... no one was forcing him to be there, right? Mr. Jackson had just held the door, letting him pass and walked into the house. Maybe with his head held a little high? Maybe standing up straighter than before as if... as if he were puffing out his chest? And just maybe... just maybe he could see a sinister glint in those eyes that for some reason Nico couldn't look away from ... No, it must have been the anxiety that liked to play tricks on him.

Nico took a deep breath and did his best to convince himself, he was only making this sacrifice for the money.

He took another deep breath and let it out, taking the first step into the room. Then he took another step and stopped in front of Mr. Jackson, who stared at him for a few more seconds, his face unreadable, arms crossed in front of his chest, standing in the middle of the room with his legs apart. It was hard to keep his eyes from following the natural direction of things.

"Follow me.”

Without waiting for Nico, Mr. Jackson strode towards the sofas in the living room and sat down heavily against one of the thousands of armchairs that decorated the room, forcing Nico to follow him.

"I won’t beat around the bush. My wife travels most of the time and I take care of the kids. I’m a researcher and I don’t have time to waste. They have a routine. You’re supposed to wake them up at seven sharp, get them changed, help me with breakfast, take them to school, pick them up, help them with their homework, keep them entertained until bedtime, and bathe them at the end of the day. The rest of the time, I don’t care what you do. Whether you stay here or somewhere else is none of my business.”

"Hmm… okay?" Nico said, a little confused, irritation rising again in his nerves. "Will you be present at some point? Or should I do something else?”

"And what would that be?”

The man finally smiled at Nico, but it was so mocking and cynical that he almost got up from his chair to punch him.

"Look, I don't know what you do in other people's houses, but here you're going to do what you were hired to do. Take care of the children and clean up the mess they make. Is two hundred a day enough?”

"Two hundred?" Nico said, surprised. That was double what he expected.

"Two hundred plus transportation and lunch. You are free to eat or do whatever you want.”

Mr. Jackson gave Nico another small smile and slowly stretched as he stood up, Nico watching every movement more closely than necessary, still slightly confused and refusing to blush. The worst part was knowing that he was so obvious, unable to avoid the embarrassment.

"Don't worry. It happens to everyone. "Mr. Jackson winked at Nico and finally walked away, but not before saying: "Up the stairs, I'm in the first room on the right. The children should be woken up in twenty minutes.

Nico waved dazedly and watched the broad-shouldered silhouette of his newest boss disappear up the stairs.

Chapter IV

Nico turned on the couch, leaning back against it and placed his hand over his eyes. He blinked slowly and felt the early morning light blind him, like an arrow hitting its target. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the sun was already shining brightly throughout the room, bathing the cold, white walls with the warm rays of dawn, illuminating and warming the place that had previously seemed so devoid of life or warmth.

He blinked once more, trying to pry his eyelids apart and rubbed his eyes, his vision clearing as Nico got used to the morning light. He looked around and finally remembered where he was, leaning forward in search of his cell phone. He felt around the coffee table and his pants pockets until an image he hadn't expected to see became clear; all Nico could see were blue-green eyes, as intense as the sea on a rainy day, along with a thin nose and pretty lips, open in an even prettier smile, although he felt that this smile didn't indicate good news.

In a leap that made his heart race, Nico threw himself off the couch just as the alarm clock rang, telling him it was time to wake the children. Determined to regain control of the situation, he took a few steps back and put some distance between himself and the man who was leaning over the couch, insisting on disturbing him and who was now smiling at him, his pretty lips widening and the pleasure on his tanned face making it clear that the fun was far from over.

Still half asleep and with his face burning, feeling as if he were observing his own life through a blurred lens, Nico saw when Mr. Jackson straightened his spine and, still smiling, approached him. The man stopped in front of him, placed one of his hands on Nico's shoulders and looked at him in what seemed to be a friendly way. However, this time, Nico could see that Mr. Jackson had deigned to wear clothes and had even combed his hair, which was now thrown back, allowing him to see how handsome the man really was. With a clean-cut face, white teeth and a smirk, he looked so charming that for a moment Nico forgot where he was.

If Nico said that something had possessed him and controlled his mind, would anyone believe him? Well, that's what happened. In slow motion, he found himself raising his own hand and holding the fingers that rested on his shoulders, staring at them, half-seeing and half-disbelieving. Fingers over fingers, his palm curved over his, observing how both hands, together and of such different tones, fit so well that for a moment Nico just allowed himself to watch. He heard a throat clearing and only then turned his attention to Mr. Jackson; his green eyes, handsome face and friendly smile finally making him realize that the silence had lasted longer than usual.

That was a fact he couldn't deny, Percy Jackson could be strangely annoying and nice at the same time, but he was one of the most beautiful people Nico had ever met, even though his face had a slightly rounded shape and he was now wearing glasses, not forgetting the sweetest smile he had ever seen.

"Rough night?”

"…something like that." Nico said, unsure. With each passing moment, Nico's confusion grew, making him… uncomfortable, making him feel that little sensation crawling out of his stomach, running down his spine, causing a trail of heat and shivers, something beyond what he was willing to admit.

The truth was that Nico couldn't help it, Mr. Jackson's voice sounded so hoarse and so velvety that he couldn't suppress another shiver, Nico couldn't help the way his hands gripped his tighter. In return, Percy Jackson didn't seem to be behind. The grip on his shoulder was so strong and determined that Nico's attention went immediately to what the man was saying, making him pay attention to his mouth, to how his lips moved, to his tongue that came out and wet his slightly dry lips, Nico little by little feeling himself going crazy with every second he spent near that man; one moment, Mr. Jackson seemed like he was going to kick him out of the house and the next, they were the best of friends. Nico didn't feel comfortable with any of this, bothered by the man's sudden change. It made him insecure and uncertain of how to act.

Realizing what was happening, Nico let go of him and took another step back.

"Sir, if you could--”

"No, it's my fault. I didn't express myself properly." Mr. Jackson raised his other hand and when he saw Nico moving away again, he lowered it and continued in a much softer tone of voice, keeping his intense eyes on Nico's. "Can we start over?”

Nico felt a different kind of heat rise up his spine, he opened his mouth to call him a bipolar lunatic when he stopped in the middle of what he was going to say. Yes, Nico shut up. He shut up because Mr. Jackson kept looking at him as if Nico was the only thing worthy of attention, he shut up mainly because Mr. Jackson smiled again, a small and beautiful smile, but so sincere that it had hit him completely and with full force, making him realize that he was in more trouble than he thought.

You know what? Nico didn't know what was happening to himself or to this man, or why this sudden change in behavior. And he didn't even want to know. Should Nico leave or…

"I swear, I'm being sincere. I'm sorry about before. The last nanny she got didn't leave the best impression, you know?”

“She?”

"Annabeth Chase, my wife? The one who hired you? It doesn't matter, she did it on purpose.”

"I understand if you--”

“No, I insist,” Percy Jackson said, sounding more… firm than before. “Let’s see what happens by the end of the day. Think of it as an experiment, okay?”

And so, the matter was concluded. Mr. Jackson nodded to Nico, straightened his spine and turned, indicating the way. He strode in the direction indicated and climbed the flights of stairs, walking down a long hallway that led to the children's room.

Still a little dizzy from so many mood swings, Nico had no choice but to follow him, practically running to catch up with him. He took the stairs two at a time and, already panting, reached Mr. Jackson on the upper floor.

"I thought… that you… wouldn't be involved?”

"I wasn't serious. I'll be there whenever I can. So relax. I'm not that kind of father.”

For some reason, Nico felt that Mr. Jackson was still mocking him even though the mockery wasn't obvious. In the same way, he followed him once more into the room, being greeted by two children who were already awake. They ran to their father, laughing, and each of them held one of the man's legs, their happiness sincere and contagious, soon making him forget what had just happened.

Chapter V

Percy tried to hold back his laughter and turned his back on Nico, going up the stairs, deep down tempted to continue and see how far he could tease Nico. He liked to think he wasn't that sadistic. Most of the time he did his best to be a good father and stayed true to Annabeth's image. Like it or not, on paper, they were still married, even if Annabeth didn't make the same effort as him, and at the moment, Percy was especially trying to be a good host; it was clear that Nico was a good boy, patient and respectful when he didn't treat him the same way, but it was so easy to tease that little boy... before he knew it, they were too close, Percy having even more fun while trying to control himself and hide his amusement behind a frown.

Okay, he was the one to blame in this story, Percy admitted, he was testing the boy. Nico seemed too nice and too young to be working, it was like watching a child taking care of other children, besides the fact that he didn't know anything about the boy. It couldn't be possible, that cute and innocent little face couldn't be more than fifteen, maybe sixteen years old. He was so skinny that Percy was afraid that the children would accidentally break him in half when they went to play. And even though he knew he would regret it, Percy went up the rest of the stairs and opened the door, being greeted by his mischievous little angels who hugged him tightly before returning to their tasks.

"Daddy, Daddy! Where have you been? We 're late!" Little Logan shouted from his bed, putting on his shoes and already dressed. He was sweet, innocent and well-behaved, always trying to do the right thing. This also had to do with the fact that Logan hated being late.

"Kelly didn't come today?" Alice asked in a much calmer, almost distracted way, reading something on her cell phone while sprawled on the bed.

"She had to leave. Nico will stay with us today. What do you think about that?”

"Another one left?" Alice said.

“I didn’t like her at all,” Logan said. He smiled at his shoes, satisfied with a job well done, and shrugged. “She didn’t know how to play and was on the phone all day.”

"I know, dear. Hopefully, Mr. Nico will be different. Do you want to meet him?”

Obediently, the children stopped what they were doing and got up from the bed, each one stopping on either side of Percy and finally seeing the person standing behind their father. With their straight spines and curious looks, they waited patiently when Percy finally moved out of their way, allowing them to see him. And Nico, who had been leaning against the doorframe all this time and watching the interaction between him and the children, let a smile take over his face.

Percy saw Nico take a step into the room, approaching them, and continued watching from afar, as curious as they looked at Nico.

"Kids, what do we say when we meet new people?

"It's a pleasure to meet you! "Logan said excitedly, his eyes shining when they met Nico's.

"I hope you last longer than a month." It was Alice's turn to mutter. Soon after, she looked away at her cell phone and pretended nothing was happening.

Percy understood perfectly, it was Alice's way of protecting herself; she would ignore the problem until it went away or until someone solved it for her. Because, in fact, he had already lost count of how many people he had hired in the last few years.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Nico said, the tone of his voice surprising him.

Percy couldn't deny it, that tone was something much more loving and kind than Nico had used with him. This surprised him even more when, contrary to what he thought, Nico knelt down to the children's height and held their hands, smiling gently as he said: "I hope we can have fun.”

"Are you going to take me to school? The sitters always do that." Logan said.

"Are you going to help us with our homework?"Alice added.

"Yes, we will do that and much more.”

“Shouldn't you be in school? How old are you?" Alice said again, looking suspicious.

"I'm twenty. And you?”

"Eleven. My little brother is seven.”

"It's true! Daddy's twenty-nine. Mommy, thirty-one!" Logan spoke excitedly, as if in a game. Whoever spoke the fastest won.

"That's very good to know." Nico smiled and Percy couldn't help but smile along.

Percy ruffled Logan's hair and sat on the bed as he continued to watch the light and easy way Nico spoke to the children.

"Do you… study?" Alice asked.

"No, I'm saving money to pay for college.”

"Do you live in the city?" It was Logan's turn.

Percy saw Nico smile even wider, a smile so wide and angelic that he tried to hide his interest as Nico continued to answer the children without hesitation. “No, I live further inland, an hour away from the city. Yes, I have four brothers, two girls and two boys. And yes, I have a boyfriend.”

"Why so many questions?" Nico asked after a while.

"We're helping daddy!" Logan told him, sitting next to Nico on the floor with his sister.

"When we ask, people lie less." Alice nodded, confirming.

"Who has lied?”

"The last nanny. A woman of twenty-five.”

Percy felt like slapping himself and sneaking out of there just as Nico turned to him and raised an eyebrow, clearly questioning him about it. He shrugged, pretending he didn't know anything and settled back in bed, pretending with his cell phone in his hand as if he was reading something very important. Nico turned back to the children, once again paying attention to what they were saying, but... yeah... Percy could see a slight blush creeping up Nico's neck, stopping at his high cheekbones, giving Nico a slightly darker hue.

"I think that's enough for today. Who's ready to go to school?”

Surprisingly, it wasn't Percy who had said it. It had been Nico himself, already in full caretaker mode. It all felt so natural that Percy found himself following Nico's order. They both helped the children pick up their bags, books, and water bottles, each of them taking Nico's hands and pulling him toward the front door, down the stairs, and into the entrance hall.

Feeling satisfied, he handed the car keys to Nico and said, “Have fun!”

"Shouldn't you…?”

"You don't know how to drive?”

“It's not that!”

"So, it's settled. It's the black Jeep.”

Being dragged along by the kids, Nico made a funny face at Percy and he found himself following them again as the kids continued to drag Nico around the house. They went around the house, past the garden, and behind it where there was a long garden were the cars, a convertible that Percy had gotten for his eighteenth birthday and a Jeep, a four-door monster with wheels that he loved to drive, almost taller than himself.

Percy pointed out the car to Nico and, paying attention to Nico's face, felt even more satisfied. Nico stopped in place and spent a while admiring the car, his eyes wide open with such a surprised expression that it made him even cuter.

Nico shook his head and looked at him, looking overcome with fatigue.

"Come on, unlock the car." Nico did, of course. Nico pressed the button and as soon as the alarm was deactivated, Percy opened the door for him and then picked up the children, placing them in the backseat and adjusting the seat belts for them.

"Can you climb up?”

Nico waved, pushed himself forward, and fell face first into the driver's seat, all awkward. Percy had the urge to help him, but since Nico hadn't reacted well when he'd touched his shoulder earlier, Percy stopped before Nico could interpret it the wrong way.

Yeah, looks like he'd have to buy them another car. One that was... lower? That was a good idea.

Percy finally slammed the car door, waved to them and only went inside the house when Nico actually showed that he knew how to drive. Percy continued to watch the car drive away until Nico parallel park to complete the return towards the exit. It seemed that things would be more interesting than Percy thought.

I hope it was a good read. Suggestions or comments are always welcome.

Where the Grace siblings were the first to be born after the vow.

Jason was the weapon who dared to rebel and is now "free" from his imprisonment for the quest of the seven.

And he and Percy have a few words.

Percy: notices Jason staring at him what have I got something on my face?

Dark Jason: So your the one they replaced me with? A bastard son of Neptune.

Percy: It’s Poseidon actually, wait how did you know?

Dark Jason: My apologies, chuckles what? Do you not realise you reek of the sea?

Percy: I mean yeah, well no…but how can you smell that?…realisation wow they weren’t kidding when they said you were raised by wolves.

Dark Jason: They really just picked you up from nowhere didn’t they? But you must have your uses if my father regards you so highly.

Percy: I dunno I think your old man hates me.

Dark Jason: snorts Please your free, as free as a demigod can be. If that were me who insulted him well…holds up his bound hands

Percy: That’s why your in chains? Because you insulted your dad?

Dark Jason: No I’m in chains so I can be controlled like the weapon he always wanted to me to be.

Percy:…Remind me not to complain about my dad ignoring me.

Dark Jason: He does that too, up until, the Giants rose and he sent me to face Krios with barely an instruction. And than back I went before I could even say hello to my camp…to my friends. Chuckles darkly not that Krios stood a chance.

Percy: Damn, you really are Thalia’s little brother…remind me not to piss you off.

Dark Jason:….you’ve met my sister?

Percy: Yup, she hated my gusts and now we’re friends.

Dark Jason: smiles fondly that’s my sister. Perhaps I will see her before this is over…it’s been, many years.

Percy: I’m sure she’ll show up, the hunters are always about.

Dark Jason: That they are.

Percy: Soo…are we cool? Hand out

Dark Jason: Word to the wise, Jackson. Don’t get close to me, my father is less than tolerant of those who do.

Percy: That’s a risk I’m willing to take

Dark Jason: raises an eyebrow

Percy: I sent him Medusa’s severed head in the post when I was 12, while searching for his master bolt. I don’t think befriending his wayward son is gonna top that.

Dark Jason: blinks, than chuckles very well shakes his hand.

Percy: How are you going to fight in chains tho?

Dark Jason: smirks, don’t worry about it

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when merlin is simply too adorable for anyone's good....

Arthur & Merlin | 2.04 "Lancelot & Guinevere"

How to write smut ?

(@urfriendlywriter | req by @rbsstuff @yourlocalmerchgirl anyone under the appropriate age, please proceed with caution :') hope this helps guys! )

writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?

"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."

or this?

"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."

One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally.

express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.

writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".

are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:

whimpered, whispered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed

shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body, squirming, squirting, touching, teasing, taunting, guiding, kneeling, begging, pining, pinching, grinding,

swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting, quivering,

nibbling, tugging, pressing, licking, flicking, sucking, panting, gritting, exhaling in short breaths,

wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees

holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to

some adjectives to use: desperately, hurriedly, knowingly, teasingly, tauntingly, aimlessly, shamelessly, breathlessly, passionately, delicately, hungrily

he sighed with pleasure

her skin flushed

he shuddered when her body moved against his

he planted kisses along her jawline

her lips turned red, messy, kissed and flushed.

his hands were on his hair, pulling him.

light touches traveled down his back

words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more

he arched his back, his breath quivering

her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.

+ mention the position, how they're being moved around---are they face down, kneeling, or standing, or on top or on bottom--it's really helpful to give a clear picture.

+ use lustful talk, slow seduction, teasing touches, erratic breathing, give the readers all while also giving them nothing. make them yearn but DO NOT PROLONG IT.

sources to refer to for more: (will be updated soon!)