So I know this song is a lot more, uh, ha—delicate that what the situations in these story seem to portray, but when I wrote it, I wasn't in too much of a fluffy mood, which is why their circumstances are a bit rougher than probably expected.
D : Delicate - Taylor Swift
Requested by colorinfestation and Juls2820
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that you're in my head?
'Cause I know that it's delicate (delicate)
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
'Cause I know that it's delicate
Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?
Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?
Isn't it... delicate?
Clarissa Morgenstern clenched her teeth together as she heard another two gunshots fire off and she glanced across the doorway to where Robert Lightwood was standing. He stared at her for a beat before holding up two fingers, and then jabbing his thumb inwards, to where the gunshots were coming from. She felt the warmth at her back and she knew that Alexander Lightwood was right there behind her. She heard a groan from inside and it made her stomach flip, but she waited until the signal from their sergeant, and then her and Alec burst into the room with their weapons raised.
The drug dealers that they were facing off against began shouting and reloading their guns, firing off at the two police officers, but then Maia Roberts and Bat Velasquez came bursting through the doors on the other side. Two of them were shot to the point where they ended up on the ground—one of them looked dead—but the other one stopped as soon as Maia put the butt of her gun to the back of his head.
"Cuff them!" Robert shouted from where he had come into the room and immediately kneeled next to where Jace Wayland was lying on the ground. He'd been shot at a weird angle, and so the bullet had managed to skid underneath the bulletproof vest that he was wearing and buried itself into his shoulder. That wouldn't have been enough to take him down if that was by itself, but when he had jerked in response to getting shot, he was also hit in the thigh. "This is Lightwood," he began into his comm unit. "I need an ambulance dispatched to my location! We've got an officer and two suspects down! I repeat, we have an officer down!"
Clary tried not to get distracted from where she was rolling one of the fallen drug dealers onto his stomach, not caring as he swore under his breath as she jerked up his arms behind his back, smearing the blood that was pouring out of his arm onto the dusty concrete floor. She glanced back over at Jace as Robert helped him to his feet, leaning heavily against their sergeant, and then she was jerking the dealer up and stomping him out of the warehouse.
It was getting close to ten that evening before Clary was finished at the station. Alec had gone with Jace to the hospital, even though their squad member had just rolled his eyes and said he would be fine and he didn't need an escort, and when he had come back to the station he had said that Jace would be fine, just as he predicted. The bullet to the shoulder had been a through and through, so that would heal with time and some physio, and the bullet to his thigh was just a graze, although it was a graze that managed to take a good chunk of the side of his leg. Clary went to the front desk where the nurse began to tell her that visiting hours were over when she held up her shield. The nurse told her the room that Jace was in and she stalked toward the elevators.
She probably looked terrible, but that was pretty standard after working for nearly forty-eight hours. Her hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail and that was falling out around her face, and she had taken a few minutes to change out of the green and black shirt that she had been wearing when they had stormed into the warehouse. She had gotten blood on her shirt from their suspect when she and Robert had been interrogating him.
Maybe she had gotten a little worked up about her partner being shot, and it wasn't as though Robert was going to stop her as she pressed her finger into the mans bullet wound, because it was his team member that had been taken away in an ambulance.
So she had needed to change her shirt, and she spritzed a little perfume because she hadn't showered in two days now, and then she had headed over to the hospital with her oversized bag thrown over her shoulder. Clary got out of the elevator and headed toward the room near the end of the hallway. Before turning the door into the room, she took in a deep breath.
Jace was going to be okay.
Jace had only suffered clean bullet shots.
Jace would be pissed if she fawned over him.
So she shook out her arms, rolled her eyes at how nervous she was and how worried she was, and stalked into the hospital room.
It was easy to find Jace in the room, even though there were six hospital beds, because he was the one in the end bed, sitting up straight with an absolutely fed up expression on his face as he stared up at the TV in the corner of the room. His jaw was clenched and Clary had to smother her amused smile as she saw that all he seemed to be wearing was the flimsy hospital robe. She walked past the other occupants in the room and Jace's eyes moved to hers, widening as he saw her.
"You look so fucking good right now, it's like I'm imagining you," he stated and Clary snorted, shaking her head.
"I know for a fact you're full of shit," she replied as she came over to where he was sitting up in the bed. "I look fucking terrible."
"Please tell me that you're here to break me out of here," Jace made a face. "They want to keep me in overnight because they want to make sure I don't have a concussion." Clary knew that already, given Alec had been on the phone with Jace earlier, and that was why she was here.
"Well, I can always keep an eye on you," Clary smirked at him and Jace's grin grew.
"You wouldn't happen to have any clothes for me in there, would you?" He looked hopefully at her bag. "I don't want to leave in this shit." Clary didn't say anything as she pulled her bag off her shoulder and put it down on the side of the bed. Jace tugged it open and he then shot her a grin as he saw a pair of sweatpants and a shirt rolled up inside.
"Took them out of your locker at the precinct," Clary told him as he pulled them out and handed them over. She averted her eyes as he quickly pulled off the hospital gown and got dressed, barely paying any attention to the wounds he had just suffered that afternoon that afternoon, only wincing a couple of times.
She wanted to tell him to be careful and she wanted to tell him that staying in the hospital would be the best option but she didn't say either of those things.
One; their job was dangerous and there was no way that they could always be careful.
Two; he was never going to stay overnight in the hospital. He would have found a way to leave whether she was helping him or not.
She also wanted to tell him that she had never been so scared as she had been in the moment where that gunshot had gone off and Jace had fallen to the floor. She could feel the pressure roaring in her ears and she actually felt her eyes water slightly—which hadn't happened while she was on the job since she was a rookie.
But she couldn't tell him that.
Because whatever it was that they had, it was new and it was barely spoken about and it was all tentative.
They had been partners for three years on the job but it was only two months ago that they had crossed that line that they had been dancing around for so long. They were careful about what they did and what they said, because of them were fiercely independent and they both threw themselves into work with barely any time for any semblance of a personal life. Neither of them had been in long term relationships before and neither of them really knew what to do and so at the moment, they were stuck in that extremely delicate phase where they were both doing a lot of the physical things and keeping all the emotional things trapped inside.
"You ready?" Clary asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked back to Jace, who was shifting from foot to foot with a grimace, leaning most of his weight on the leg that wasn't injured. "Do you need crutches or anything? Or a sling?" She crinkled up her nose as she looked at his shoulder, where there was heavy padding of the bandages wrapped around it.
"There's no way I'm walking out of here with a crutch," Jace immediately said, a horrified expression on his face, and Clary snorted. He went to pick up his bag with his injured arm, not really thinking and then he cringed and unfurled his fingers from around the strap. "Maybe a sling," he muttered, obviously not liking the taste of the words coming out of his mouth. Clary couldn't help but grin in amusement as she turned to walk toward the door, to find a nurse and get a sling. She was just about to duck around the thin curtain that Jace had pulled around his portion of the room as he had gotten dressed, but he had to stop and looked back at him.
"You fucking get shot again and I'm gonna break your nose," Clary told him, not caring that there was a little wobble in her voice as she looked over at her partner. Usually he would be standing tall, shoulders pushed back and head held high. Now, he had his hip propped against the bed to take the weight off his injured leg and his right shoulder was slumped forward. He still had that determined glint in his eye though, and his chin was jutted forward.
But his eyes softened at her words.
"I know," he murmured with a small smile, telling her that he knew that she was saying a whole lot more than what she had actually said. Clary jerked her head in a nod, feeling her heart flutter at that, before stalking out of the room to hide the sheen of tears in her eyes.
So my song recommendations this week...Polygraph Eyes by Yungblud, I think it's incredible. Also the live cover version I Will Follow You Into The Dark by Yungblud and Halsey, and this also shows incredible chemistry between them. So, Yungblud, real name Dominic Harrison...I totally understand that he's not everyone's cup of tea, but I adore him. He's only twenty-one and he has written some incredible songs. Polygraph Eyes is about sexual assault and the consent issue that is so big right now. Medication that talks about our heavily medicated society, and Kill Somebody, which is a something of a visual representation of depression and anxiety, which hits hard for me. He's really open about his own mental illness and ADHD, and he's continually breaking down gender norms and sexual stereotypes—dude wears more pink that a Disney princess, rocks dresses and skirts, regularly makes out with his guitarist and has a beautiful relationship with Halsey. I recommend him so much, he's just so unapologetically himself and blunt and incredible, please, please, please check him out.
TV series and movies...I'm really enjoying Bull and Ray Donovan at the moment. Also, Animal Kingdom, which I started watching for Finn Cole, who is also in Peaky Blinders, and it's fucking amazing. So is Peaky Blinders, though. So both of them. We also recently rewatched Hairspray, which I adore. Haha.
Ooh, also! We have release date for the new Veronica Mars series! I feel like I've been waiting a life time for it. And for Big Little Lies! I wasn't to keen on a second season just because the first one was complete and there was only one book, but I'm still excited for it.
I've gone to a couple of concerts this month; Anne Marie and Billie Eilish. Both of them had such incredible voices live, they sounded pretty much exactly like their studio recordings and they had such insane energy. Anne Marie seemed like a total sweetheart, full of smiles and giggles, and then Billie was just amazing, that girl is going places given she's gotten this far and she's only seventeen. The whole crowd for Billie was on their feet the whole time, even us in the seated section—she was just magnetic. Tickets for her were insane, we only just managed to get some in the last release.
Ooh, and Drax Project have a new music video out for their song Woke Up Late featuring Hailee Steinfeld. My hubby wasn't too happy, because it's got Liza Koshy in it and he finds her frustrating at hell.
Now for my questions! Okay...What is a ship, or multiple ships, that have broken your heart, or that have really made you feel just a little fucked up? Can be canon or not. My top one would have to be Hanna/Caleb from Pretty Little Liars. I absolutely fucking hated season 6 and 7 of PLL, and I stopped watching it until they got back together, and even then, it actually felt like my whole stomach had been ripped out of my body when there was the whole Spencer/Caleb story line. And then the other two would be Landon/Jamie from A Walk To Remember and Ian/Mickey from Shameless. Holy shit. My fucking heart. There are plenty of other couples that really hit me as well, Steve/Bucky from Avengers, Alex/Michael from Roswell: New Mexico, Bellamy/Clarke from The 100, Logan/Veronica from Veronica Mars, Chuck/Blair from Gossip Girl, Will/Alicia from The Good Wife and Jane/Michael from Jane The Virgin to name a few.
Next one; what is your favourite colour? Super easy, right? Haha. Although I don't have one, so maybe it's not...Green or purple? Maybe? Haha.
And then; are you preparing to be emotionally fucked up by Avengers: Endgame, or are you completely indifferent? I'm seeing it in a couple of hours, and I tell you, I am fucked. And I am going to be so fucked. I've looked up every spoiler possible, watched a bit of the leaked footage and I'm still not prepared. If you guys want any spoilers or anything, just message me, and I'll try to retain everything through my hysteria.
Just as my last point, my love and heart goes out to those in Sri Lanka. My cousin and I cried when waking up and reading what happened and I can't even fathom how those who were involved and directly affected are feeling right now.
Love to you all xx
