Summary: [It’s Isabelle’s twenty-first birthday, and she’s hosting a party. She also can’t figure out why Clary does not want to drink any alcohol.] “Maybe she’s pregnant.” Alec teases, slipping his arm around Clary’s shoulders. “You’re pregnant?” Isabelle demands loudly. [Turns out Clary is just the designated driver. T.]
My oh-so-humble thoughts
So I literally found this today-as in the day it posts because that’s when I’m writing it. I’m behind on TMI fanfics purely because I have to slog through the masses to find something decent. So I delved into my fave authors and found this little gem.
It’s simple. It’s literally a tiny slice of life fic that is all fluff. There’s no drama, there’s no angst, there’s no problems…which is so totally refreshing. Apparently she found this on a tumblr prompt blog and dude, I’m so glad she did.
It’s a sweet little one shot that will take next to no time (I read in in the sauna at the gym) but it’s so totally worth it cause it’ll be an instant pick me up. Or it should if you have any kind of shipper heart at all. :) So head on over and check it out and leave her some love. Enjoy lovelies!