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[mamoru-chiba-ua]

[duuuulxls]

Them.

Why don't we Secret Show, Los Angeles, October 7 2021.

[21burritoseavey]

you’re safe now (j.m.)

a/n: um...this genuinely sucks and you can’t prove me wrong but....I hope you enjoy? 

warnings: descriptions of blood, cuts, bruises. 

Summary: You find Jonah tired and bleeding and tend to his wounds/take care of him

The early morning came with a broken promise. An invitation to stumble out of bed at the lack of warmth against your skin and emptiness of his side of the mattress. Amidst the trees surrounding your home, the wind whipped along tall trunks and billowed out the sheer curtains hanging from the open bedroom window, the transparent material puffing like soft marshmallows before deflating, again and again. 

You stuck your head between the two ends of fabric to survey what the morning had brought, gravely hoping your boyfriend was one of its gifts. The roads were glossy with water. Puddles spilt onto the tarmac, across the footpaths and slicked the tires of vehicles perched on the curbs, and a gloomy sheath of grey had overcome the sky.  

Your eyes scanned the tiny looking individuals, the mist cold and crisp upon your skin as you began to peer further down. Your lovingly tended plants sat forgotten along the length of the windowsill, their ceramic pots drowned in a pool of dirty rainwater. With the icy temperature, shouts and groans of sleep deprived frustration came from people in their cars, their loud words resonated in your ears as an unwanted prompt to the previous night.

The silence hatched a ghostly calm over the room, heightening your concern of his whereabouts as whispers of a damp breeze continued flowing through the window. You stopped your search momentarily upon hearing a creak of antique wood, now spoiled from last night’s weather that’d seeped through the cracks. “Jonah?” You called. 

There was nothing but a small whimper from somewhere in the house, soft and weak. You gulped, now walking out of the room hesitantly, the tips of your toes tapping along the floorboards. The footsteps became heavier. Another creak, another shuffle. Just down the corridor. The sound of rustling, like wet clothes rubbing against each other, and squelching of soaked boots were the sounds you were so relieved to hear. 

He stood across from you, staring, as if you owed him the first word. Droplets of red spotted his shirt, like messy polka dots, and a sharp edge had made it into his cheek, an almost perfect line carved into layers of his pale skin. His feet inched closer to yours, painting a maroon mix of dirt and blood on the panels of wood underneath his feet. That’s when you noticed his limp, the slight hobble of his left leg with more of that alarming red darkening the edges of his denim.

“I-I’m sorry,” Jonah breathed, taking a deep gulp. “- that I didn’t come home last night.” He continued, his eyes hiding from yours as he spoke. You hadn’t heard from him in hours. After hours of waiting up last night, and with the expectation that you’d feel him beside you the next morning, you decided to go to bed. But that wasn’t the case, and your anger seemed trivial now that he was dripping blood and soaking wet right in front of you. 

“Oh, J” You breathed, tears instantly misting over your eyes. You rushed over to him. “Should I call an ambulance or something?” You creased your eyebrows in concern, but he shook his head, letting out a small ‘no’. “Just give me a second, okay?” You left him with a gentle rub to his shoulder and a weak smile. 

You worked quickly, bustling around your home to find the first aid kit you knew was somewhere in the expanse. The kitchen cabinets and drawers slammed and rolled shut abruptly, and Jonah lifted his head up, glancing over his shoulder as you were getting out the first aid kit. He smiled so briefly, the speed at which you fled to find supplies and rush back over once you found them was heart-warming. He was sat against the wall tiredly, the bare white canvas of the wall gleaming brightly behind his damaged features. 

“Okay, okay.” You repeated, sighing gently as you sat cross-legged next to him. “You’re okay.”

You looked at him as if you couldn’t see the blueish purple bruises that’d only get worse overtime on his arms or hear his weak groans slipping jaggedly past his lips. You merely held a damp cloth over the cut, watching intently as the blood dribbled into the soft fibres as several minutes ticked by. 

“Thanks for helping me, love.” Jonah said sadly. 

“Of course,” You leaned in and cradled his head ever so lightly. His hair tumbled over his face messily and you swept it back, feeling the coldness of his skin, before gently kissing his head. 

Once the bleeding to his head stopped, Jonah peeled off his flannel to move onto the rest of his body.  His formerly handsome abdomen was a crimson mask, blood trickling into the creases of his stomach. A quiet gasp arose from his throat and lingered in the frosty air of your apartment, his arms flailing limply by his side as you brushed your fingers over the wound on his stomach, profuse apologies rushing out after seeing his pained reaction. 

The pressure of the cloth clamped over his stomach rattled a broken moan from within his chest. Those few minutes you spent pleading with yourself or God or anyone, for him to look at you, to smile a little, feeling the very fluid of his life drain away over your cold hands, you didn’t think anything at all. There was no time to be thinking about why or what had happened, and you didn’t want the answers anyway. So, you kept your thoughts in, surrendering your mind to this very moment of tending to his battered body. 

“Do you feel a little better?” You asked, worry still very much threaded through the wrinkles on your forehead. Jonah nodded and leaned in ever so slightly for a kiss, his red lips puckered readily. You smiled, a faint warm feeling creeping over your face. As you kissed, Jonah felt a little blood on the corner of his lips seep into his mouth, like he’d been rubbing a penny between his lips, but he still grinned as you both pulled away. 

Light grew steadily outside. Sunlight roused more colours from its sleepy, grey monochrome, and the both of you stayed in the same spot until the yielding curtains glowed. You felt your concern slowly ebb away in his arms. He was safe with you.  

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[marthagryffindor]

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[lovefeelings4u]

Which one??

[moodyoranged]

stephen & bree

big spoon/little spoon:  they don’t feel like the spooning type to me.  if they do,  stephen’s probably the big spoon,  but i more so see them as the type to cuddle where they land if they’re cuddling at all.

favorite non-sexual activity:  they feel like gig people first off just as far as like social outings go the type that would go to whatever bar or basement had live music because they have hipster inclinations.  but i think they also spend a good amount of time just holed up along together not even doing anything in particular she’s painting he’s playing clash of clans on his phone they’re just vibing <3

who uses all the hot water:  very tough call but probably stephen <3 i think bree likes a good hot shower but knows how to be reasonable about it and get in and get out.

most trivial thing they fight over:  most trivial again probably goes back to them being hipsters arguing about who’s music is better n who should get to control the aux when they’re driving around together.

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue:  bree.  stephen again stays playing games on his phone which is probably something else they got into trivial fights about because he’d turn on some insane period piece mobster show and then not even pay attention so it became bree’s job to pick that kind of thing out.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working:  they both would but stephen probably takes more pride in doing it than bree who just wants the heat back on.

who steals the blankets:  faith.  but she’s allowed,  because she does have to call the super,  so it’s just fair.

who leaves their stuff around:  i think bree has hobbies that take up more space like her art stuff can spread and kind of get left where she’s working on it just because you don’t wanna pack it up before you know ur done.  but stephen kind of stays losing shit so like he’s more likely to leave random dishes or work keys and stuff just sitting around.

who remembers to buy the milk:  they both do <3 but again stephen probably takes some kind of pride in being the person who remembers.

who remembers anniversaries:  they both remember the big stuff,  but i think stephen remembers like the little things that may seem more silly to try and commemorate like the day she became his emergency contact or the first time they went out of town together.

who cooks normally?:  stephen genuinely enjoys cooking and is decent so i think he would offer to take this over.  if bree also likes cooking they can split it but i think he would like enjoy getting to be that person he thinks it’s very subversive and cool.

how often do they fight?:  more often than they would like :pensive:  like a lack of communication is just a huge deal here because they’re both people who take the feedback they get and act accordingly without like making an attempt to actually discuss something bugging them until it’s too late and they’re fighting. </3

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:  they keep in touch but not obsessively because like when they’re Together if they’re apart it’s usually just because they’re busy or have something specific they’re doing so there’ll be like a nightly text/twitter dm check in kind of vibe maybe but nothing too obsessive.

nicknames for each other?:  i don’t think they’re big pet name people.  the ones they do have are like dorky ones that started ironically and then they actually stuck.  like stud and nutter butter or something insane like that they didn’t intend to be anything at all but here they are way later.  stephen called her an earnest “hon” once and got roasted he learned his lesson.

what would they get each other for gifts?:  bree’s the better gift giver just because she’s the creative one and i think that’s a currency that goes far for them. like gifts between them are usually lighthearted kind of things meant to make the other smile or laugh or something based on little inside jokes or things they notice about the other.

who kissed who first?:  bree because stephen’s a pussy <3

who made the first move?:  stephen but it was so awkward and clumsy he basically walked away assuming he had fucked it up big time so bree had to make like the second first move in confirming that no she did still have interest in him somehow.

who remembers things?:  they both do <3 i think stephen thinks he does until one day they’re arguing and bree could absolutely be the type to be like oh is that how you feel? because two weeks ago when you were on the couch drinking blue hawaiian punch you felt differently.

who cusses more?:  stephen but not by a lot i feel like bree could get into it. 

[therealvashikaran]

3 दिन में Jaldi Shadi Karne Ke Upay , " Aaj ke samya me ya to kisi ka rishta nhi aata hai agar aata bhi hai to jyada samya tak nhi tik pata hai. Agar fir bhi

Aaj ke samya me ya to kisi ka rishta nhi aata hai agar aata bhi hai to jyada samya tak nhi tik pata hai. Agar fir bhi rishta tik jata hai to shadi nhi ho pati hai. Agar aap chahte hai ki aapki bhi jaldi shadi ho jaye to humari yeh post dhyan se dekhe.

[fearlessonthecoast]

You did that, you did that, you did that for me. You make me, you make me believe. Oh, you're safe now, you're safe now, you're safe now for me. To get love, 'cause I get love back. Now I know, now I know that when I give love, I get love back. Now I know, now I know that when I say that I love you, yeah, I get love back. Now I know, now I know that when I give love, I get love back. Now I know, now I know that when I say that I love you, I get love back. Save it for the silent nights, this is that I couldn't find. Now I know, now I know that when I say that I love you, I get love back. Yes, I do, yes, I do. I get love back. Yes, I do, yes, I do. I get love back.

Loveback by Rachel Platten