I'm back! We're 2018! It does not feel like it at all. Haha. It still feels like 2017. Anyway, I hope that you all had a great Christmas and New Years, fun but safe (even though that make me sounds like a mum). Mine started well and then I had a bit of an accident which is taking a while to recover from, but we'll get there. And I hope that the first month of 2018 has been great! I've got a few concerts coming up which I'm psyched about—Ed Sheeran, Pink and Halsey, so that's awesome.
Now, my official updating schedule is kicking off from February, this update is just to get all my stories updated and get my oneshots posted. Check out my profile for the schedule. There are a variety of oneshots posted in quite a few categories, so make sure you check them out, along with my profile for the updating schedule going forward!
"Mags!" Lydia screamed to be heard over the pounding music as she caught sight of Magnus Bane coming into the club. Magnus was two years older than the pair of them, and he had graduated University last year with a degree in fashion. He had opened up an adorable boutique in the city, and his style was unmatched. Clary and Magnus had slept together a couple of times; they had been high when they first met and it had been a good time, so they had done it a few more times before deciding that they were better off friends. Besides, even though Magnus was bisexual, he was definitely at the higher end of the Kinsey scale.
"Hey, my pretties," Magnus greeted them, flashing his bright smile at Lydia, Raphael and Clary as he joined them. This week he had purple streaks in his dark hair, and his eyeliner matched, and he reached forward to kiss them all firmly on the mouths. Raphael had been uncomfortable with Magnus' blatant displays of affection the first time they met, but now he sort of just shrugged them off. "And we're missing Sir Nerd-A-Lot?" He raised an eyebrow as he glanced around, looking for Simon.
"He's out with Maureen," Clary made a face.
"Ick," Magnus agreed with the rest of them on their assessment of the girl Simon had been casually dating. "Oh well, his loss. You guys already started drinking?"
"Of course," Clary smirked at him. "But we're ready for the next round."
"Let's go!" Magnus spun on his heel and stalked toward the bar of the club. It was already busy, the club filled with girls dressed in tiny skirts and tights tops and boys in low cut v-neck shirts. Lights were spinning around and casting spotlights on drunken people as they groped at each other and moved in a gyrating mass. MJ's was one of the more popular clubs in town, with both college students as well older people who were in the workforce. The drinks were reasonably cheap, but they didn't skimp on the alcohol like a lot of places did, and the air conditioning was a constant, while lots of other clubs only ran it intermittently. The bathrooms were always clean, someone coming in every hour or so to check, and the bouncers weren't over bearing, but their presence was always noted, so fights rarely ever broke out and girls could dance without being harassed to much. It still happened, of course, but the owner had no qualms about loosing the business of a couple of drunk kids if it meant that a girl wasn't going to be grabbed at against her will.
The owner was another reason why this place was so popular.
He was there most nights, working behind the bar with his staff, and he was drop dead fucking gorgeous.
He also had this perpetual frown on his face, as though he hated everyone and everything, and that just seemed to make him more attractive, to both males and females.
There had been several long and memorable drunken nights when Magnus had droned on about all the things that he wanted to do to the owner of the bar, going into detail that even made Clary feel a little uncomfortable, and that took a lot. The guy was a few years older than them, maybe twenty-eight or twenty-nine, and he had a tendency to wear a pair of jeans that looked painted on and tight tee-shirts with v-necks that made peoples mouths water when they lined up at the bar to be served by him.
Whether or not he actually went home with any of these people who gave him sex eyes and dropped innuendo's into every sentence was a mystery to everyone.
Or at least, to most people.
Not particularly to Clary.
Because for some reason, he didn't seem to hate Clary as much as everyone else.
She definitely had no idea what it was about herself that made her worthy of not being glared at one hundred percent of the time—still about ninety percent, but not one hundred, like everyone else—but he let her smoke his premium bud and sleep on his super comfortable couch and sometimes he even made her dinner.
"Come on, Clare Bear," Raphael nudged her in the side as they reached the bar and had to line up behind a trio of girls in matching white dresses that barely covered their asses and pushed their tits up close to their throats. "Work your magic on lover boy and get us to the front of the queue."
"Don't call him that," Clary rolled her eyes and crossed her arms stubbornly across her chest. "Besides, it's not like that." And it wasn't. It was a little strange actually, but she wasn't going to question it. The only time she had dinners that weren't thrown together in a haphazard mess was when she was at his place, and she would take what she could get. Magnus charmed one of the men who was standing a few people in front of them in queue, and the next thing they knew, he had managed to jump ahead to the front and then their drinks were being poured.
Clary hadn't managed to catch the owners eye yet, he was busy wiping down the bench where all the drinks got made, his eyebrows pulled together in their normal furrow. She paused for a moment longer, waiting to see if he would see her, but he seemed busy, so she turned around and joined her friends.
The night went well.
Raphael ended up ditching them relatively quickly, finding a dark haired girl with a seductive smile and a far too tight dress that looked as though she would let him take her home and do all sorts of things to her. Or at least that's what he said.
Magnus and the two girls danced in a little threeway bundle for a few hours, sweaty and drunk and laughing. Lydia was definitely the most drunk out of them, pretty much only able to keep standing because she was being held up by her two friends. Around midnight, after they had thrown back their umpteenth number of tequila shots, Lydia pushed her tongue down Clary's throat and pushed her up against Magnus' chest. The pair of them making out wasn't anything unusual, hell—all three of them making out wasn't particularly unusual. Magnus laughed, making sure to keep his hands around the pair of them so that they didn't go falling over.
Clary loved kissing.
Kissing girls was actually better than kissing boys most of the time. Their lips were softer and they generally tasted better. And her and Lydia had been making out since the first party they had ever gone to together. They had gone further than kissing a couple of times as well, when they were both horny and there was no one else they wanted to go home with, but then the next day, they comfortably settled back to being just friends.
Clary was actually relatively certain that Lydia had a thing for Raphael, and he for her, they were just to stupid to admit it to each other.
So until then, she was more than happy to get a few kisses when she was drunk and feeling frisky.
Maybe part of the reason she was turned on tonight was because the owner of the bar had finally noticed her being there. It was about an hour ago, when she had gone up to get another round of drinks. She was being served by the blonde bartender, who had a high pitched voice and a ridiculously wide smile, when the owner had stopped next to the bartender to say something to her, and his eyes and shifted over to her. His eyebrows raised a little, and he tilted his head forward in a slight nod, and then he had walked off.
A greeting that wouldn't even register when it came to most people, but had plastered a smile on Clary's face because it had come from him.
It wasn't that she liked him and wanted to hold his hand in public and draw hearts around their names. Of course, she wanted to get in his pants, because he looked like the kind of guy who knew what he was doing, but she was actually totally okay with whatever agreement they had going on now. She would go over to his place, they would smoke up together, she would talk way too much and he would listen. Sometimes when she was bored in class, she would text him, and he would send back stupid memes that completely ruined this bad boy, mysterious vibe he was trying to give off to everyone. When she was hungover and there were too many people in their apartment—their friends just showed up unannounced a lot of the time and took a long time to leave—he would let her come over to his and take a shower and then collapse in a pile.
Once again, of course she still wanted to get in his pants.
So when she caught him looking at her a while later, when her and Lydia and Magnus were all dancing together, she felt a flare of heat in the pit of her stomach that she knew wasn't going to go away any time soon. He wasn't interested in her that way—that was clear, or he would have already made his move—so she figured she could make out with Lydia for a bit, and then get herself off when she got home.
Sex toys.
Another thing she loved about University.
Not that the sex toys themselves had anything to do with University itself, but living away from home so that there wasn't a fear of her mum coming into her room to borrow one of her shirts and finding a vibrator hidden in her drawer was definitely a plus.
Magnus found a cute guy and the pair of them started rubbing up against each other in a way that made it very clear that they were going to go home together. Lydia then had that final drink that tipped her over the edge and Clary spent the next half an hour holding back the blondes hair as she threw up in the toilet. That part of the evening didn't put a damper on Magnus' night or the plans he clearly had, because the two boys were still grabbing at each others asses and looked as though they were eating each others faces off.
Clary had to admit, the dark haired guy he was making out with was bloody gorgeous, and she wouldn't let anything come between getting him back into bed either. Magnus always had great taste; lovers included.
Well, of course he did.
He had been with her.
Clary giggled to herself at her thought, reflecting dimly at the back of her mind that she must have gotten drunker than she had originally planned, because she didn't usually laugh out loud when she was thinking funny thoughts.
Instead of going back to her and Simon's apartment, all four of them piled into a taxi and ended up back at Magnus's. One of the things that Clary would forever love about Magnus is the fact that even though he was clearly determined to get laid, and most definitely would by the beautiful dark haired man, he was still dragging them back to his place so that he could make sure they didn't choke on their vomit in the middle of the night.
The two boys had to practically carry Lydia up to Magnus' apartment, Clary following behind them, her eyes swinging between the asses of Magnus' and his lover for the night, appreciating them both, before choking back a laugh as Lydia gripped the hair of the dark haired boy and told him that she wanted to have his babies. Thankfully, the guy just laughed as they waited for Magnus to fumble with the key in the lock, and then all four of them stumbled into the apartment. Magnus and his man made sure Lydia was laid out on the couch with a glass of water and a bowl, Magnus grabbed out a few blankets for the pair of them, and then he whispered to Clary to only interrupt if Lydia needed medical attention because he wanted the man to do all sorts of things to his ass.
Clary grinned and wiggled her eyebrows, saying that at least one of them was going to get off tonight. Then she curled up on the couch that was beside Lydia's one and tried to go to sleep. It was a little bit difficult given she was still turned on and she could blatantly hear Magnus and the guy he was with.
She sighed, closing her eyes and listening to the two boys grunting on the other side of the wall.
Okay! Let me know what you guys thought! Let me know if you liked it, if you didn't, what your favourite part was, etc etc.
Alright, now I've got so many song and movie recommendations given the gap in updating, so I'll limit it down. Movie wise, The Last Jedi and The Greatest Showman are both absolutely incredibly. Especially TGS. Holy shit, the songs and the costumes and the dances, they were all amazing. I don't even know what my favourite songs from it is...This Is Me, Rewrite The Stars, Never Enough, From Now On...I just don't know! And TV series recommendations would be The Gifted, Black Lightning and The Runaways.
Songwise, I'm Gonna Show You Crazy by Bebe Rexha, Him and I by Halsey and G-Eazy, Missing You by Blake McGrath, Never Enough from The Greatest Showman, My My My by Troye Sivan, Dynasty by MIIA and Phases by French Montana.
Let me know what your own recommendations are! I note down all your song, TV series and movies suggestions so I can get around to them when I have time!
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