Clary hit the floor as soon as her name left Izzy’s lips.
She knew what was coming. A crack, and Izzy’s whip obliterated a demon that had
been about to land on Clary from the rafters. Clary recovered, quickly, jumping
to her feet and impaling the other demon in front of her. It screamed, a
horrible sound, and disintegrated into a pool of ash.
It was suddenly quiet again, and Clary could hear the sounds
of cars on the street behind them, and the sound of Izzy breathing slightly
heavier after that encounter. Clary turned to look at Izzy, expecting her to be
three feet away like she was a minute ago. So when she turned, they were nose
to nose. Clary inhaled in surprise.
“Are you hurt?” Izzy asked, unbothered. She checked Clary
over, while Clary silently stood there, internally trying not to panic whenever
Izzy touched her, gently patting her arms, back, and waist. Oh, god, why now? She
normally didn’t get like this when they were on a mission. Only when they were
hanging out, just chilling, did she let herself, feel….
“Izzy?” Clary said, carefully making sure her feelings were
kept out of her voice, “Maybe we should get going. There might be more.”
Izzy, apparently finished making sure New York’s newest Shadowhunter
was in one piece, leaned back and flashed her trademark smile. Clary’s heart
fluttered, but she was beyond used to that by now. Isabelle’s smile was adorable,
sexy, and catching. Clary grinned back.
“We could take them even if there were more.” Izzy said, pulling
her long dark hair out of the ponytail that held it.
“That’s true.” Clary said. She headed to the mouth of the
alley they had been fighting in, and checked the street. Everything was normal.
People had no idea that they could have been eaten by a Shax demon. However,
with this street being lined with pubs, and full of drunk party girls and guys,
no one really would have noticed anyway. Clary sheathed her twin daggers. She was
relieved they hadn’t been seen; they weren’t even glamoured to be invisible
right now. The demons had been following them, and caught them almost by surprise.
Almost.
“Hey, Clary, let’s go in there.” Izzy said, pointing at a
newer bar.
“Izzy, we’re on duty,” Clary said, shaking her head. Izzy
laughed.
“We were on duty, but…” Izzy pointed to a church clock tower
in the distance. 2am. Their shift was over. “Come on, it’ll be fun!” Izzy said,
dragging Clary out of the shadows and onto the street. Clary smiled. She let
Izzy lead her towards the club. There was a line, but Izzy walked right past
it. Clary reached up and pulled her red hair out of it’s ponytail, letting it
fall down in messy waves. Being a shadowhunter had its perks, and being with
Izzy meant that they could flirt their way into any place they wanted.
Out of the corner of her eye, Clary noted the gazes of boys,
looking at the two girls. Clary knew what they saw. Two hot girls dressed all
in black… and considering she was wearing Izzy’s clothes again (at Izzy’s insistence),
they were dressed not only for hunting demons, but also for clubbing.
Izzy barely smiled at the bouncer and he let them in immediately.
She smirked at Clary, and Clary knew what she was thinking. That humans were so
stupid. Clary had lived as a normal girl, too, until a few years ago, when she
turned Eighteen, and her father had tried to take over the world.
They headed straight to the bar. Clary let Izzy order, while
she scanned the room. She barely had to concentrate to peel away any glamours
that were there. A few vampires were hanging out in the corner. Two werewolves flirting
with girls. No one else from the Shadow world. No demons.
“Here.” Izzy thrust a drink into her hand, and Clary rolled
her eyes. She drank it, though, and the shots Izzy ordered after that. Why not,
right? She didn’t have to be up early tomorrow, and she liked spending time
with Izzy…
“Let’s go dance!”
Izzy grabbed Clary’s hand brown eyes sparkling as she led Clary to the dance floor,
and Clary followed, her head much lighter feeling than when they had entered.
Being with Izzy was so easy. She was so chill, so fun, and even though Clary
didn’t really like clubbing that much, she liked dancing with Izzy. Or rather,
swaying back and forth while watching Izzy dance.
Clary grinned at her best friend and parabatai. Then suddenly,
Izzy was much closer, her face inches from Clary’s, hands on Clary’s waist in a
way that was different from earlier. What was going on- And then she felt a presence
behind her. Ah. Izzy Spun, so that Clary was away from whomever had just tried
to touch her. There was a man, of course, but he seemed to be doubled over in
pain. Izzy probably hit him. Nice.
His friends were looking though, confused. Clary looked back
at Izzy, who smirked at her and leaned in. Wait a minute-
Izzy kissed her, her lips soft, and Clary was sure her brain
checked out of the building. She wrapped her hands around Izzy’s torso, a soft
sigh escaping her lips without her permission. One of Izzy’s hands tangled in
her hair, and Clary pulled Izzy closer, her hand slipping down to grab Izzy’s
ass.
It was at that point that Clary wondered if Izzy knew that
Clary had feelings for her. Izzy wasn’t stupid, but Clary was sure that Izzy
had no idea. If she had no idea before though, she would now, wouldn’t she? Oh.
Shit. She would, wouldn’t she?
Izzy pulled away, only to lean in and whisper in Clary’s
ear. “Is there anything you want to tell me, Fairchild?” She said.
“Uhh, maybe?” Clary said. Her brain still wasn’t really
working properly. Izzy had kissed her, and It was everything she imagined. Izzy
laughed softly, and pulled away. Clary thought that maybe she might be mad,
until she saw Izzy’s face. She was smirking, but there was something else. Izzy
nodded towards the door, and Clary nodded.
When they were outside, Clary took a deep breath. Her head
was already feeling better. Izzy led the way back to the alley they had been fighting
in earlier.
“Portal. My room. Now.” Izzy said, pointing at the graffitied
alley wall. Clary took her stele out of her pocket and obeyed, drawing the
portal rune on the wall. And entire section of the wall turned molten, shining
and shimmering. Clary barely had time to think of the Izzy’s room before Izzy shoved
her into the portal, hard.
Clary fell out of the portal, onto Izzy’s bed. Izzy was
already there, the portal gone. Izzy swept over to the door and locked it. Clary
sat up. Oh man, was Izzy mad at her? Izzy, however, didn’t look mad.
“Izzy, what-“ Clary said, as Izzy crossed the room back over
to her and pressed her lips to Clary’s again. Clary couldn’t even make a noise
of surprise, because Izzy had pushed her down and climbed on top of her in the
same moment.
“Clary” Izzy moaned against her lips. Clary gasped. Izzy
moved her face to Clary’s ear again. “Do you have a crush on me?” She asked, her
hands undoing the buttons on the front of Clary’s dress, stroking her hair, her
waist, her leg…
“Yes…” Clary said unable to concentrate. She knew Izzy’s
dress had a zipper in the back- ah, there it was. She pushed the fabric aside, one
hand staying on Izzy’s back, the other one exploring the rest of her body.
Izzy’s hands disappeared for a second, taking the top of her
dress off. Clary realized that Izzy hadn’t been wearing a bra, again. She was
always Jealous that Izzy’s boobs were small enough to get away with that. Clary
pushed Izzy’s dress down farther.
Izzy undid Clary’s bra, immediately playing with Clary’s
nipple. “Izzy,” Clary gasped, as Izzy kissed her neck. Clary wanted to touch
her, but Izzy was in control, and she wasn’t going to let Clary touch her.
“You’re so freaking beautiful, Clary, oh my god,” Izzy said.
“I like you so much-“ She buried her face in Clary’s chest, kissing her. Clary
felt like she was on fire. She needed more.
“Izzy please,” Clary said.
“Mmmm” Was the only response she got, which was not good
enough. Time to put hat shadowhunter
training to good use, then. With one swift movement, Clary wrapped her legs
around Izzy and flipped them over, so that she was on top. She grabbed Izzy’s
hand, moving it towards where she needed it, wanted it the most.
Izzy laughed, but she moved aside the fabric if Clary’s
underwear, teasing her clit. “Impatient, are we?” She asked.
“Isabelle, you have no idea-“ Clary said, kissing Izzy
again. She gently pushed her tongue into Izzy’s mouth, and Izzy let her with a
moan
“No idea what-“ Izzy started to ask, but gasped when Clary
ran her hand up Izzy’s thigh, and up the skirt of her dress.
“No idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Clary said. Preoccupied
with how wet Izzy was. She dragged her finger over Izzy’s underwear, before
pushing it aside and slipping a finger inside of Izzy, her thumb finding Izzy’s
clit.
“Fuck Clary,” was the response she got. Not good enough.
Clary slipped another finger in, playing with her. She curled her fingers
forward, searching for that spot…
“You know I’m in love with you, right?” Clary asked.
She was expecting a response, but she did not expect Izzy to
cry out, grabbing Clary and pulling her closer, as she came. Clary couldn’t
help but smile. Izzy was so beautiful, so gorgeous. “Clary, how do you know how
to do that?” Izzy gasped, pulling her down and kissing her. Clary just smirked
at her. She was not about to explain that.
“It’s a secret,” Clary said.
“Come her and sit on my face then, sweetheart.” Izzy said.
Clary felt her stomach flip.
“W-what?” She said. Isabelle dug her fingers into Clary’s thighs,
pulling her forward. Clary obeyed.
“Too tired to get up,” Izzy said, not even bothering to take
Clary’s underwear off.
“Oh god, Isabelle,” Clary moaned, as Izzy’s tongue fucking
caressed her clit. Clary couldn’t help it, her hips moved of their own accord,
and she felt Izzy’s resulting moan reverberate through her. Oh god. And then
Izzy’s tongue swirled around her clit and Clary came, Isabelle’s name escaping
her lips as a whine.
Izzy’s hands rubbed the back of her legs as Clary sat up,
and then slid down to lay beside Izzy, who pulled her close and kissed her.
“Damn, Clary, you should have told me ages ago.” Izzy said
after a while, stroking Clary’s hair. Clary didn’t even bother with a response,
mostly because she was falling asleep. “Clary?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you need a nude model anytime soon for your mundane
school?” Izzy asked, sounding too innocent.
“Izzy if you want me to draw you, all you have to do is ask.”
Clary said, smiling, drifting off to sleep in Izzy’s arms.
Hello
Dear people I don’t normally do shit like this but you have to understand
So three weeks ago my friend’s girlfriend of 16 years left her. Now here the funny shit she raided the house with her friends while my friend was at work.
Then your friends threatening to beat her up… you’re a fucking adult.
You know what’s funny about abuse? People who are abused don’t take a stuffed Build a Bear their abuser made for them three weeks prior. They don’t keep personal items that have strong ties to their abusers. They don’t take the time to go through DVDs you bought together and pick your favorites. Or take down posters that were bought for you. You going to be triggered by memories of your abuser everytime you’re going to wear those cosplays she made you?
But most and importantly
you abandoned your fucking kids(pets) what kind a sick bastard leaves there pets behind. Pandora your dog was fucking crying for you when you left and didn’t come back cause dogs do that when there owner don’t ever come back. Leave a ‘bad’ relationship fine but you still have a responsibility when you raise animals together for over 16 years. You didn’t even offer to make sure they had food or needed any medical care it must be nice to run away from all your responsibilities.
Now my opinion
Fucking clean your shit and stop posting about your fake life on tumblr. Only children do this kind of shit
Your also guilting people for fucking money on Tumblr when your probably couch surfing and have what maybe one phone bill to your name? And whatever other scummy hell you reside on the internet there are so many other artists that deserve and NEED the money more than you. Like fuck I can name some off the top of my head; heck! you act like a real person that lives on tumblr you know
· you play the victim when all parties are guilty
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should I waste my time listing it off? nah
Oh by the way pandora is mine now and I ate your fucking chocolate bars.
Im standing waiting to clock into work as i type this.
Anyone who reblogs this is entered to win a baby seal. Dont tag giveaway. Dont spam the mweor tag. I will be usuing random.org or net or whichever to generate a number.
Ill probably give it out on august 10th because even numbers rule
Clarification: this is a mweor giveaway.
Have a wonderfuly day everyone!!!
