Fan incondicional de la maravillosa Taylor Swift, lectora empedernida. Escribo por encargo, vaya....eso suena a anuncio de pescaderia... bueno, si queréis cualquier fic, ya sea de Harry Potter, Mortal Instruments, Percy Jackson, Hunger Games, etc.... SOLO TENÉIS QUE PEDÍRMELO. Ah, se me olvidaba decir que cuando me aburro también hago pequeños momentos de nuestros queridos personajes.

 

Friendly reminder that, Clary was Simon’s first girlfriend but, although you can only guess it because of one phraseIsabelle was Simon’s first kiss.

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

Nico remembers that perfectly, it was the last time he and Percy had talked, after a huge fight neither of them was sure what was about.

Nico’s not sure who tells him Percy’s in town, after—maybe it’s more than one person. It could be Jason or Hazel. It could be his gut.

Maybe he only ends up at his apartment because he wants to get away from everything, just for a few minutes, and he remembers the address, finds it so easy—what if it’s a sign, what if it says you’re doing the right thing, the way it is so easy to get there, no time for freak-outs or wanting to back down—to hail a cab and give out that address.

He’s had a couple of drinks—being old enough to drink legally is new and he kind of feels like he should make the most of it, even though he still grimaces every other sip, no matter what he orders. He’s not sure he even wants to like it enough to force himself through warming up to the taste and the burn and the—the taste, really, he just doesn’t get why anyone would drink anything alcoholic when fruity virgin cocktails exist. The alcohol just ruins the deliciousness.

He’ll probably be over the newness of ordering those drinks without fear or guilt by next week. He’ll forget what was so cool about it.

He keeps forgetting things.

"Hey," he says when he opens the door, "can I—" he gestures in the general direction of inside, gaze fixed on him. He’s familiar with this place, this particular spot, standing on the mat outside his door and waiting to be let in, even though it’s been almost a year since the last time that happened. He gave him a key, after a while. He’s pretty sure he never gave it back.

"Sure," he says quickly, shaking his head a little, like that’ll make the surprise in his eyes fall off.

Nico shuffles his feet as he walks in, heels screeching on the hardwood until he reaches the carpeted part of his living room.

His apartment looks about the same as the last time he was here. Maybe a little less messy, which is—confusing, because, on the one hand, it could be his fault, it could be that he left some kind of lingering tidiness in the air. On the other hand, it was never this organized and relatively void of out-of-place stuff when Percy knew Nico was coming over, and clearly it could have been. Percy could have made the effort and he didn’t.

It also looks bigger. Roomier. But he knows that’s just him, just a shift in perspective.

"Are you hungry? Do you want something to drink?"

"I’m not really—" he begins; he means to say I didn’t really come here for a specific reason, or I’m not really sure why I’m here, but I’m fine. Nico knows better than to think he’s capable of asking for a serious conversation, even hypothetically. But what comes out is, "—here," and it’s a gasp, a realization that makes his eyes widen and makes him say, again, "I’m not really here," in a rushed breath.

"You kind of are," Percy points out, and tje younger boy shakes his head because logic, who wants that? He laughs at himself and watches Percy stride calmly across the room. "If I ask what you’re doing here, are you going to answer or just fight me on it?"

Nico cocks his head and looks around, lips pursed. “Neither.” In the process of saying that word, he takes a step forward, and suddenly Percy’s right there, close enough to touch. Nico’s not thinking about it when he reaches for the green eyed boy, when he rolls the hem of his t-shirt around his finger. Instead, he’s thinking about all the accusations he threw around the last time he was here. And the last time they held a conversation on the phone for longer than thirty seconds. “Because I’m not here,” he repeats, and bites his lip.

"You’re—" Percy begins, then takes a look at his face. Realization washes over him then, mostly negative, which Nico should maybe take badly, just as he should take it badly when Percy says, "Oh, boy," like something’s really, really wrong. The thing is, Percy’s still here.

He’s not batting Nico’s hands off.

He’s not stepping away.

He doesn’t stop Nico when he kisses him, either; in fact, his hands immediately go to his waist and Nico opens his mouth by accident, seriously, totally an accident.

It’s all downhill from there.

"You’re not drunk, are you?" Percy asks. He sounds mostly concerned; Nico guesses he was maybe going for detached, too, but he completely fails at it.

"Do I taste drunk?" Nico says, a little surprised. Percy frowns. Okay, that was a ridiculous thing to say, if his mouth tastes like anything, it’ll be the iced coffee he drank in the cab.

"Are you going to regret this?" Percy asks, slowly, and Nico laughs again.

"Oh, gods," he says, wheezing, "yes, I am—yes," and his stomach feels tight as he tries to rein the laughter in, and at some point Percy gives up and slips his hands down the back of Nico’s trousers and surprises him into seriousness. "Yeah," he breathes out, slow this time, and then he’s kissing Percy again, holding onto his arms and dragging him towards his bedroom.

They haven’t really talked in months. This is the worst thing any of them could possibly do, and Nico’s doing it. He’s doing it, and he’s pushing Percy to reciprocate, and this is the worst thing ever, this is the break-up sex he swore to himself he would never, ever have, and he wants it so bad he doesn’t even care.

He hopes that’s just a part of the process, too, and not a step back.

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

Nico remembers that perfectly, it was the last time he and Percy had talked, after a huge fight neither of them was sure what was about.

Nico’s not sure who tells him Percy’s in town, after—maybe it’s more than one person. It could be Jason or Hazel. It could be his gut.

Maybe he only ends up at his apartment because he wants to get away from everything, just for a few minutes, and he remembers the address, finds it so easy—what if it’s a sign, what if it says you’re doing the right thing, the way it is so easy to get there, no time for freak-outs or wanting to back down—to hail a cab and give out that address.

He’s had a couple of drinks—being old enough to drink legally is new and he kind of feels like he should make the most of it, even though he still grimaces every other sip, no matter what he orders. He’s not sure he even wants to like it enough to force himself through warming up to the taste and the burn and the—the taste, really, he just doesn’t get why anyone would drink anything alcoholic when fruity virgin cocktails exist. The alcohol just ruins the deliciousness.

He’ll probably be over the newness of ordering those drinks without fear or guilt by next week. He’ll forget what was so cool about it.

He keeps forgetting things.

"Hey," he says when he opens the door, "can I—" he gestures in the general direction of inside, gaze fixed on him. He’s familiar with this place, this particular spot, standing on the mat outside his door and waiting to be let in, even though it’s been almost a year since the last time that happened. He gave him a key, after a while. He’s pretty sure he never gave it back.

"Sure," he says quickly, shaking his head a little, like that’ll make the surprise in his eyes fall off.

Nico shuffles his feet as he walks in, heels screeching on the hardwood until he reaches the carpeted part of his living room.

His apartment looks about the same as the last time he was here. Maybe a little less messy, which is—confusing, because, on the one hand, it could be his fault, it could be that he left some kind of lingering tidiness in the air. On the other hand, it was never this organized and relatively void of out-of-place stuff when Percy knew Nico was coming over, and clearly it could have been. Percy could have made the effort and he didn’t.

It also looks bigger. Roomier. But he knows that’s just him, just a shift in perspective.

"Are you hungry? Do you want something to drink?"

"I’m not really—" he begins; he means to say I didn’t really come here for a specific reason, or I’m not really sure why I’m here, but I’m fine. Nico knows better than to think he’s capable of asking for a serious conversation, even hypothetically. But what comes out is, "—here," and it’s a gasp, a realization that makes his eyes widen and makes him say, again, "I’m not really here," in a rushed breath.

"You kind of are," Percy points out, and tje younger boy shakes his head because logic, who wants that? He laughs at himself and watches Percy stride calmly across the room. "If I ask what you’re doing here, are you going to answer or just fight me on it?"

Nico cocks his head and looks around, lips pursed. “Neither.” In the process of saying that word, he takes a step forward, and suddenly Percy’s right there, close enough to touch. Nico’s not thinking about it when he reaches for the green eyed boy, when he rolls the hem of his t-shirt around his finger. Instead, he’s thinking about all the accusations he threw around the last time he was here. And the last time they held a conversation on the phone for longer than thirty seconds. “Because I’m not here,” he repeats, and bites his lip.

"You’re—" Percy begins, then takes a look at his face. Realization washes over him then, mostly negative, which Nico should maybe take badly, just as he should take it badly when Percy says, "Oh, boy," like something’s really, really wrong. The thing is, Percy’s still here.

He’s not batting Nico’s hands off.

He’s not stepping away.

He doesn’t stop Nico when he kisses him, either; in fact, his hands immediately go to his waist and Nico opens his mouth by accident, seriously, totally an accident.

It’s all downhill from there.

"You’re not drunk, are you?" Percy asks. He sounds mostly concerned; Nico guesses he was maybe going for detached, too, but he completely fails at it.

"Do I taste drunk?" Nico says, a little surprised. Percy frowns. Okay, that was a ridiculous thing to say, if his mouth tastes like anything, it’ll be the iced coffee he drank in the cab.

"Are you going to regret this?" Percy asks, slowly, and Nico laughs again.

"Oh, gods," he says, wheezing, "yes, I am—yes," and his stomach feels tight as he tries to rein the laughter in, and at some point Percy gives up and slips his hands down the back of Nico’s trousers and surprises him into seriousness. "Yeah," he breathes out, slow this time, and then he’s kissing Percy again, holding onto his arms and dragging him towards his bedroom.

They haven’t really talked in months. This is the worst thing any of them could possibly do, and Nico’s doing it. He’s doing it, and he’s pushing Percy to reciprocate, and this is the worst thing ever, this is the break-up sex he swore to himself he would never, ever have, and he wants it so bad he doesn’t even care.

He hopes that’s just a part of the process, too, and not a step back.

"I dare you"

Simon’s head turned inmediately  and he fixed his gaze on the girl in front of him.

"What?"

"You heard me" replied Isabelle with a smirk "Don’t you say you are great at it?"

"Please, Izzy" he raised an eyebrow realising she wasn’t joking "Are you being serious?"

"Yes"

She stood at the door with her arms crossed and waited for the boy to move. He looked back at her with an incredulous look as if he thought his girlfriend was crazy -something he had always believed, but never said- and she just looked back at him with an intense look.

"Get up"

"Isabelle…"

"Get up right now, Simon"

He groaned but followed her instructions.

"Okay, what now?"

"Now, you are going to make dinner" she started "And you are going to show me how you cook, because you say you are excelent"

"Well, I was usually alone at home and nobody could make dinner so I had to learn. And my mum loves my cooking"

"Well see that" she replied.

"Why can’t we go to the Institute? I promised your mum we would go to have dinner with her"

Isabelle smirked at him.

"Are you afraid you’ll mess up?"

Simon gave her a look and rolled his eyes.

"Of course not" said the boy going to the kitchen and taking an apron to start.

The girl followed him and grabbed his wrist before he got the opportunity to put on the apron.

"No" she said meeting Simon’s confused expresion "I dared you and I’m the one who decides what you are going to wear because I have to supervise everything"

"Really?" asked Simon but he didn’t seem to be really worried "And what do I have to wear"

"I’m not sure if I should make you wear just the apron or…no shirt" she thought about it for a moment "I don’t think we’ll have dinner tonight if you walk around in nothing but an apron, so, no shirt on" smiled sweetly the girl.

The brown haired boy sighed but took his shirt off and started preparing everything.

"By supervising you mean staring?"

"Obviously" winked at him.

Isabelle kept her eyes on her boyfriend the whole time, and although she would say she was watching how he prepared the dish, the truth was that she was paying more attention to the expresion he had. It was like the one he had when he was playing the bass, his eyes were narrowed and he had a huge smile on his face. 

Then, after getting back to reality  she found that Simon had turned around smiling and was helding a plate in front of her. She inmediately grabbed a fork to try the steak Simon had prepared and took a bit. She couldn’t help but moan because of how amazing it tasted.

"Ready to admit I cook better than you?" 

"By the angel, this is incredible!" She exclaimed grabbing the plate from Simon’s hands

"You still haven’t said it" teased Simon.

"Yeah, you cook better than me, whatever" she rolled her eyes "You are so going to be my personal chef"

"Sometimes I think you only keep me around so I can be your servant"

Isabelle hit him playfully and hurried to finish the plate before throwing him an evil grin that made Simon gulp.

"You won, ready for your prize?" she asked throwing her arms around Simon’s neck and biting his lower lip.

"Am I going to enjoy it?" 

The smile Isabelle made, answered Simon exactly what he wanted to know.

"I dare you"

Simon’s head turned inmediately and he fixed his gaze on the girl in front of him.

"What?"

"You heard me" replied Isabelle with a smirk "Don’t you say you are great at it?"

"Please, Izzy" he raised an eyebrow realising she wasn’t joking "Are you being serious?"

"Yes"

She stood at the door with her arms crossed and waited for the boy to move. He looked back at her with an incredulous look as if he thought his girlfriend was crazy -something he had always believed, but never said- and she just looked back at him with an intense look.

"Get up"

"Isabelle…"

"Get up right now, Simon"

He groaned but followed her instructions.

"Okay, what now?"

"Now, you are going to make dinner" she started "And you are going to show me how you cook, because you say you are excelent"

"Well, I was usually alone at home and nobody could make dinner so I had to learn. And my mum loves my cooking"

"Well see that" she replied.

"Why can’t we go to the Institute? I promised your mum we would go to have dinner with her"

Isabelle smirked at him.

"Are you afraid you’ll mess up?"

Simon gave her a look and rolled his eyes.

"Of course not" said the boy going to the kitchen and taking an apron to start.

The girl followed him and grabbed his wrist before he got the opportunity to put on the apron.

"No" she said meeting Simon’s confused expresion "I dared you and I’m the one who decides what you are going to wear because I have to supervise everything"

"Really?" asked Simon but he didn’t seem to be really worried "And what do I have to wear"

"I’m not sure if I should make you wear just the apron or…no shirt" she thought about it for a moment "I don’t think we’ll have dinner tonight if you walk around in nothing but an apron, so, no shirt on" smiled sweetly the girl.

The brown haired boy sighed but took his shirt off and started preparing everything.

"By supervising you mean staring?"

"Obviously" winked at him.

Isabelle kept her eyes on her boyfriend the whole time, and although she would say she was watching how he prepared the dish, the truth was that she was paying more attention to the expresion he had. It was like the one he had when he was playing the bass, his eyes were narrowed and he had a huge smile on his face.

Then, after getting back to reality she found that Simon had turned around smiling and was helding a plate in front of her. She inmediately grabbed a fork to try the steak Simon had prepared and took a bit. She couldn’t help but moan because of how amazing it tasted.

"Ready to admit I cook better than you?"

"By the angel, this is incredible!" She exclaimed grabbing the plate from Simon’s hands

"You still haven’t said it" teased Simon.

"Yeah, you cook better than me, whatever" she rolled her eyes "You are so going to be my personal chef"

"Sometimes I think you only keep me around so I can be your servant"

Isabelle hit him playfully and hurried to finish the plate before throwing him an evil grin that made Simon gulp.

"You won, ready for your prize?" she asked throwing her arms around Simon’s neck and biting his lower lip.

"Am I going to enjoy it?"

The smile Isabelle made, answered Simon exactly what he wanted to know.

unconditionalsurrenders asked
Once you get this you have to say 5 things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this to ten of your favourite followers :) x

Okay, this is going to be pretty hard, but here we go.

1-My hair. Really, it’s probably the thing I love the most.

2-My smile

3-My arms (strange, I know but..duh’)

4-The amount of energy I have (only when it comes to play football)

5-How crazy I am

b-ookshelf:

i hate that the quote that isabelle lightwood is most known for is “nothing less than seven inches” which makes her seem like such a priss. izzy is so much more than that like she’s an underrated fucking female badass warrior goddess shadowhunter and the impression that most people have of her is a wussy and i just hate that more than anything

fucknicholasjonas:

nick today

Nick Jonas plays Guess The Abs game, only gets Harry Styles & himself right x

"Put that down, you don’t know where that’s been"

"It can’t be that bad, right Nico?" he asked touching what seemed to be a hair brush "I mean, it’s just a simple object"

The young guy turned around and faced his boyfriend with a smirk.

"Don’t you remember where we are?"

"In Leo’s cabin" said Percy touching his hair and brushing it off of his face and looking back at his partner "I understand that anything he makes can be dangerous, but a hair brusher it’s just that, right?"

"Is Leo’s hair brusher" said Nico "I think that’s enough scary and dangerous"

Percy nodded and turned around to see through the window. The view out the window was ridiculously gorgeous: you could barely see the parking lot, and beyond that was a row of baby aspen trees, glowing in the sunset light against a grove of dark conifers, and behind that was a perfect view of the lake covered in gold light.

"It’s lovely" Percy said before grabbing Nico, who was looking the things Leo had on his table, and hugging him against his chest.

"Percy…" murmured Nico when the older boy started kissing his neck "Not the time, babe"

He could feel Percy smile against his skin and he couldn’t help but gasp when the green eyed boy bit the spot between his neck and his shoulder.

"Jackson!" he exclaimed making Percy laugh.

"What? I wasn’t doing anything" he said in his goody-guy voice.

"Sure you weren’t" mumbled Nico.

"Well at least I was not doing what I would like to in this moment"

"Em, I don’t mean to interrupt you" called a voice behind them that made both of them jump in surprise "But if you are talking about sex, what I’m sure you are doing, I would prefer if you did that activitie in any other place that wasn’t my room"

"For gods sake, Leo, you are such a cockblocker"

"Deal with it, Perce"

"Put that down, you don’t know where that’s been"

"It can’t be that bad, right Nico?" he asked touching what seemed to be a hair brush "I mean, it’s just a simple object"

The young guy turned around and faced his boyfriend with a smirk.

"Don’t you remember where we are?"

"In Leo’s cabin" said Percy touching his hair and brushing it off of his face and looking back at his partner "I understand that anything he makes can be dangerous, but a hair brusher it’s just that, right?"

"Is Leo’s hair brusher" said Nico "I think that’s enough scary and dangerous"

Percy nodded and turned around to see through the window. The view out the window was ridiculously gorgeous: you could barely see the parking lot, and beyond that was a row of baby aspen trees, glowing in the sunset light against a grove of dark conifers, and behind that was a perfect view of the lake covered in gold light.

"It’s lovely" Percy said before grabbing Nico, who was looking the things Leo had on his table, and hugging him against his chest.

"Percy…" murmured Nico when the older boy started kissing his neck "Not the time, babe"

He could feel Percy smile against his skin and he couldn’t help but gasp when the green eyed boy bit the spot between his neck and his shoulder.

"Jackson!" he exclaimed making Percy laugh.

"What? I wasn’t doing anything" he said in his goody-guy voice.

"Sure you weren’t" mumbled Nico.

"Well at least I was not doing what I would like to in this moment"

"Em, I don’t mean to interrupt you" called a voice behind them that made both of them jump in surprise "But if you are talking about sex, what I’m sure you are doing, I would prefer if you did that activitie in any other place that wasn’t my room"

"For gods sake, Leo, you are such a cockblocker"

"Deal with it, Perce"

Nadine Kessler and Cristiano Ronaldo are crowned as the UEFA Best Women’s Player in Europe 2013/14 and the UEFA Best Man’s Player in Europe 2013/14 respectively.

Anonymous asked
Do you write clebastian?

I never did a Clebastian drabble before but I think I could try.