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.

 

"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.

Anonymous asked
What do you have against JOnathan/Sebastian and Isabelle as a couple? I think they are great together.

I don’t know how many times I answered this question, but okay, you want your answer and here we go.

The first reason I can’t agree on that ship is because I ship Sizzy, and I think this should be enough explanation for everyone but I have more reasons.

Lets talk about Jonathan. He is the bad guy and you all should have assumed that a long time ago (he is sexy, yeah, and I wouldhappily bang him but that’s not the point). People who ship Jonabellle or whatever it’s called, ship them because they imagine a good Jonathan, someone who could have been a good brother and who could have been perfect for Isabelle in that case, but the Jonathan I have in my mind is not the one we see in so many fics, were he is the perfect brother, gourgeous and lovely, no. The Jonathan I have in my mind is the guy who fucking killed Max and who tried to rape Clary, and well, that’s not something I would like in a boy, and I’m sure Isabelle would agree with me.

I can’t tell you if I could have liked Jonathan in the case he hadn’t been half demon, and maybe, if that had been that way I would have shipped Jonabelle, but it hasn’t been like that so I can’t. Also I think they are too much alike to be a couple, if they had gotten that close they would have never fallen in love, because that’s not what any of them were looking for.

We know Jonathan didn’t fell in love, he was just obsessed with Clary, while in Isabelle’s case, she fell in love without even noticing until it was too late for her to realise it and she lost Simon. And she feel in love with someone who already is like the Jonathan some people try to show in their fics, and that’s why I don’t like them, because they show Jonathan as Simon just because he is hotter and all.

And this is why I prefer Percy Jackson’s fandom, because you can ship everything or hate something but nobody will bother you about it.

Anonymous asked
I hate Simon Lewis and I'm not even sorry

Who cares if it’s pop, country or polka music? The song is a smash. Taylor Swift is a superstar, a superstar who has done more for the expansion of the country music audience than anyone else before her or since.

Shania Twain’s manager (via captivatedtaylor)

(No smut)

Isabelle couldn’t help but grin at her place beside Simon, his arm wrapped around her shoulders so his hand could hold hers, other hand beating out a fierce rhythm against his thigh, a tell-tale sign of his nerves.  She shifted herself closer to where he was sitting so that she was almost sitting atop his closest leg, her backside warm as she pressed back against him.  He took in a quick breath of air and she could feel the hand holding hers start to sweat. He was little more than a blushing first-timer.  It was cute, and she looked up to see his face reddening slightly under her gaze before he looked down.  

“What?  Bored with the movie already?” He asked, faking bravado.  She shrugged, watching the way his eyes skittered from the low cut of her shirt to her eyes again, the blush deepening, and when she shifted again, complaining that she was just trying to get comfortable, she sat herself on his lap entirely, all pretenses lost.  

“Mm, you’re comfortable,” she murmured, leaning back her head to rest it on his shoulder.  He gave a quiet squeak beneath her, and she felt him immediately harden beneath her backside.  Heh.  That would show him not to doubt her skill.  

“Y-yeah?” He stuttered, all his silken words vanishing in a puff of smoke, nothing more than a magic trick, as she folded her hands in her lap, breasts pushed together by her arms so he got plenty an eyeful.  

“Mhm.  I’m so lucky to have a boyfriend who’s as skilled and knowledgeable as you are, right?” She teased, doe-eyed and looking up at him, barely able to keep from patting herself on the back for how high she’d managed to make his eyebrows go.  A feat.  She’d have to recount the tale to Alec or Jace later.  

Or maybe keep it all to herself, she thought, as she rolled her hips a little, hearing him gasp again, before she leaned up to take his lips with hers.  He was clumsy as all get out at that, unusual considering he’d at least had some practice in that aspect, and when she reached back to bury one of her hands in his hair he gave a soft whimper against her lips, hips bucking up to meet hers, getting out a low keen that she swallowed up when she moved her hips with the motion.  

Inexperienced he might have been, but bigger than she’d expected was also, it seemed, in the cards.  

He pulled away after a short while, out of breath and panting to try and catch it again, eyes glassed over and movie forgotten as he stared down at her.  She arched a brow, feeling her own cheeks flushed with the passion of the impromptu make out session, before she shifted to straddle him and pulled him back down atop her as she reclined on the couch.  She wasn’t ashamed to have lost her virginity a while ago.  If anything it shot a thrum of adrenaline and pleasure through her veins as she tugged Simon closer, wrapping her legs around his hips and feeling him pressing hard against her jeans, to know that she’d done more than he had.  She hummed happily against his lips, undulating her hips as he tried to match her rhythm, moaning and whimpering against her as he went, his hands fisting in the couch material, lips pulling from hers as he tried to breathe around her name, face screwed up.  She couldn’t help but grin, watching his brow scrunch together as she felt him trembling atop her, stopping only after giving a low moan to her throat where he’d buried his head in between her shoulder and neck.  There was a wet spot on his jeans when he pulled away that made him flush in a mix of anger and embarrassment, eyes flashing down at her.  

“Uh, sorry,” he muttered, standing and turning away.  “I’ll—uh—.”

“Simon?” She smiled, sitting up and reaching out to take his hand in hers.  “You don’t have to pretend you’ve done it before.There’s nothing wrong with it.  But if you come back down here, and let go of your wounded pride and embarrassment, I’ll show you how you can please me, too,” she smiled.  He didn’t look back at her, but his hand tightened on hers and he nodded quickly, before letting go and hustling up the stairs.  Isabelle grinned as she leaned back on her elbows.  Yeah, she was gonna keep him.  He was way too cute to let go.  

(No smut)

Isabelle couldn’t help but grin at her place beside Simon, his arm wrapped around her shoulders so his hand could hold hers, other hand beating out a fierce rhythm against his thigh, a tell-tale sign of his nerves.  She shifted herself closer to where he was sitting so that she was almost sitting atop his closest leg, her backside warm as she pressed back against him.  He took in a quick breath of air and she could feel the hand holding hers start to sweat. He was little more than a blushing first-timer.  It was cute, and she looked up to see his face reddening slightly under her gaze before he looked down.  

“What?  Bored with the movie already?” He asked, faking bravado.  She shrugged, watching the way his eyes skittered from the low cut of her shirt to her eyes again, the blush deepening, and when she shifted again, complaining that she was just trying to get comfortable, she sat herself on his lap entirely, all pretenses lost.  

“Mm, you’re comfortable,” she murmured, leaning back her head to rest it on his shoulder.  He gave a quiet squeak beneath her, and she felt him immediately harden beneath her backside.  Heh.  That would show him not to doubt her skill.  

“Y-yeah?” He stuttered, all his silken words vanishing in a puff of smoke, nothing more than a magic trick, as she folded her hands in her lap, breasts pushed together by her arms so he got plenty an eyeful.  

“Mhm.  I’m so lucky to have a boyfriend who’s as skilled and knowledgeable as you are, right?” She teased, doe-eyed and looking up at him, barely able to keep from patting herself on the back for how high she’d managed to make his eyebrows go.  A feat.  She’d have to recount the tale to Alec or Jace later.  

Or maybe keep it all to herself, she thought, as she rolled her hips a little, hearing him gasp again, before she leaned up to take his lips with hers.  He was clumsy as all get out at that, unusual considering he’d at least had some practice in that aspect, and when she reached back to bury one of her hands in his hair he gave a soft whimper against her lips, hips bucking up to meet hers, getting out a low keen that she swallowed up when she moved her hips with the motion.  

Inexperienced he might have been, but bigger than she’d expected was also, it seemed, in the cards.  

He pulled away after a short while, out of breath and panting to try and catch it again, eyes glassed over and movie forgotten as he stared down at her.  She arched a brow, feeling her own cheeks flushed with the passion of the impromptu make out session, before she shifted to straddle him and pulled him back down atop her as she reclined on the couch.  She wasn’t ashamed to have lost her virginity a while ago.  If anything it shot a thrum of adrenaline and pleasure through her veins as she tugged Simon closer, wrapping her legs around his hips and feeling him pressing hard against her jeans, to know that she’d done more than he had.  She hummed happily against his lips, undulating her hips as he tried to match her rhythm, moaning and whimpering against her as he went, his hands fisting in the couch material, lips pulling from hers as he tried to breathe around her name, face screwed up.  She couldn’t help but grin, watching his brow scrunch together as she felt him trembling atop her, stopping only after giving a low moan to her throat where he’d buried his head in between her shoulder and neck.  There was a wet spot on his jeans when he pulled away that made him flush in a mix of anger and embarrassment, eyes flashing down at her.  

“Uh, sorry,” he muttered, standing and turning away.  “I’ll—uh—.”

“Simon?” She smiled, sitting up and reaching out to take his hand in hers.  “You don’t have to pretend you’ve done it before.There’s nothing wrong with it.  But if you come back down here, and let go of your wounded pride and embarrassment, I’ll show you how you can please me, too,” she smiled.  He didn’t look back at her, but his hand tightened on hers and he nodded quickly, before letting go and hustling up the stairs.  Isabelle grinned as she leaned back on her elbows.  Yeah, she was gonna keep him.  He was way too cute to let go.  

There was something comforting about Annabeth.
Percy  stopped and stared at that thought. That was possibly the weirdest thought he’d ever had. But it was true.
She was aggravating, irritating, exciting, arousing, and annoying, by turns, depending on the day. But, there was something comforting about her.
He felt his face melting into a goofy grin. He couldn’t help it. He liked having her around. His hearts slowed it’s beat and his mind calmed around her. When they weren’t racing with excitement.
But, for all her firecracker nature, there was just something soothing about Annabeth. Even her name was like the sound of slow but rushing waters.
He shook his head and plopped down into one of the chairs. Just watching her.
She stood on the other side of the room, scrolling through possible destinations for that night, somewhere where they could go to have a nice date without being interrupted, and she was, at the same time, looking for something that sounded interesting for her new buildings.
She was meticulous, absorbed, at ease. Hands competently working the computer without thought. (And he refused to admit how much that turned him on.)
He loved watching her mind race, as she catalogued, weighed and discarded each building. She didn’t stand there and list out all the different architectural styles like others would. She found the information she needed for herself. Made up her own mind.
He realized he was doing it again. Just sitting there, watching his wife, feeling comfortable and calm.
Her eyes slipped over to him. It wasn’t a sneaky look. Just an acknowledgment that she was aware of him. He sat up straighter.
She tapped one last key and slid the monitor to the side.
“Made your mind up?” he asked. Normally he’d jump up and get ready to go outside. But he felt too comfortable to move.
She walked over to him with that little sashay she couldn’t prevent. He loved the way she walked.
She looked content. He liked that too.
“So what’s our destination for today?” he asked as she approached his chair.
She reached down a hand and pulled him to his feet. She was warm. Even across that little distance he could feel it.
She looked up at him. Her eyes were quiet. She slipped her arms around him and pressed all that warm softness against him.

She tipped her head back to look at him. “Let’s have a night in.”

There was something comforting about Annabeth.

Percy  stopped and stared at that thought. That was possibly the weirdest thought he’d ever had. But it was true.

She was aggravating, irritating, exciting, arousing, and annoying, by turns, depending on the day. But, there was something comforting about her.

He felt his face melting into a goofy grin. He couldn’t help it. He liked having her around. His hearts slowed it’s beat and his mind calmed around her. When they weren’t racing with excitement.

But, for all her firecracker nature, there was just something soothing about Annabeth. Even her name was like the sound of slow but rushing waters.

He shook his head and plopped down into one of the chairs. Just watching her.

She stood on the other side of the room, scrolling through possible destinations for that night, somewhere where they could go to have a nice date without being interrupted, and she was, at the same time, looking for something that sounded interesting for her new buildings.

She was meticulous, absorbed, at ease. Hands competently working the computer without thought. (And he refused to admit how much that turned him on.)

He loved watching her mind race, as she catalogued, weighed and discarded each building. She didn’t stand there and list out all the different architectural styles like others would. She found the information she needed for herself. Made up her own mind.

He realized he was doing it again. Just sitting there, watching his wife, feeling comfortable and calm.

Her eyes slipped over to him. It wasn’t a sneaky look. Just an acknowledgment that she was aware of him. He sat up straighter.

She tapped one last key and slid the monitor to the side.

“Made your mind up?” he asked. Normally he’d jump up and get ready to go outside. But he felt too comfortable to move.

She walked over to him with that little sashay she couldn’t prevent. He loved the way she walked.

She looked content. He liked that too.

“So what’s our destination for today?” he asked as she approached his chair.

She reached down a hand and pulled him to his feet. She was warm. Even across that little distance he could feel it.

She looked up at him. Her eyes were quiet. She slipped her arms around him and pressed all that warm softness against him.

She tipped her head back to look at him. “Let’s have a night in.”