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luvfy0dor · 7 months

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"Keep warm with me" ; Seasonal Scenarios ੈ✩‧₊˚ BSD x GN!Reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Fyodor Dostoevsky, Chuuya Nakahara

Warnings; None! Pure fluff.

Description; Several winter-themed scenarios with select bsd boys! (Part 1/?)

A/N; In Fyodors part I wrote it how the way I make hot chocolate, I know some people make it very different but yk 😭 were getting back into the swing of things you guys except I gotta take two chapters of notes for my AP class....hmu if u got notes for chapter 24/25 of Traditions & Encounters; A Global Perspective on the Past Updated Sixth Edition...💔

Fyodor Dostoevsky ༉‧₊˚.

╰┈➤ Snuggling together and hot chocolate

Huddled up on the comfortable couch together, you watched the snow fall outside. Your body was pressed against your boyfriends, his arms wrapped around your torso as you both basked in the warmth from the nearby fire. Fyodors eyes started to droop, his breathing soft and steady. Your head was on his shoulder with a warm blanket sprawled out over your back and therefore over him, trapping some heat for the both of you to use.

Your fingers entangled themselves in Fyodors hair, gently twirling the straight strands around your fingers. He could feel your soft breaths against his skin, smiling at the sensation. He feels your arms gently tighten around him as you snuggle into him further, breathing in his scent of lavender, which only aids in lulling you to sleep. His voice, however, swiftly catches you from falling into a peaceful, void of dreams.

"Are you warm enough, dear?" He asks quietly, just barely over a whisper, his hands rubbing up and down your arms before he tilts your head upwards with his finger under your chin to look at him. You nod with a smile, which he returns and gives you a soft kiss on the lips. His hand gently holds your cheek while rubbing your cheekbone with his thumb. You both pull away after a couple of seconds, and you can feel his warm hands move you off of him, lifting the blanket to get up from the couch. You shiver at the feeling of cold air hitting your skin, your teeth chattering a bit.

"Where are you going?" You ask, tilting your head and wrapping the blanket around you to trap more warmth in the makeshift cocoon. He walks towards the kitchen, the sound of his feet hitting the floor quietly fills your ears as you watch his form. "I'm going to make hot chocolate, do you want some?" He says, turning to look at you after rummaging through the cabinets that were filled with numerous things, which were usually relatively organized.

You nod eagerly, craving the sweet drink now that he had mentioned it. "Alright." He says before grabbing a pot and filling it with tap water, putting it on the stove and cranking the heat up. He stands against the counter while he waits. He feels drawn to the window, so that is exactly where he goes, leaning over and peering outside, the snow glistening as it fell. The dim glow of the kitchen lights illuminated Fyodors skin as he leaned against the sill, his lips parted ever so slightly. You study every curve in his face, finding each one as beautiful as the others. He glances over at you, presumably having felt your stare.

"Yes, moya lyubov?" He says, his head leaning further in his hand before he turns his whole body to face you. The pale pink color of his thin lips nearly blended with his skin tone as he stood, his reflection clear as day in the glass pane. You shook your head. "Nothing, just lookin' at you." You say, your voice slightly muffled by the blanket you held close. His cheeks become a bit rosier while the lanky man bit on his fingernails and averted his eyes.

"Oh, alright then.." He walks back over to the stove, peeking over at the boiling pot of water and deeming it hot enough. He turns the stove down and grabs two mugs from another cabinet, placing them firmly on the counter before carefully pouring the steaming water into the cups. He pours in the powder, stirring the mixture together before putting some ice in them. He carries them over, cautious of his surroundings and making sure not to do something silly like trip over his own feet. He places the ceramic mugs on the coffee table, crawling under the blanket with you while they cool a bit more.

You open your arms for Fyodor, swiftly embracing him. He started to scooch around a bit, seemingly finding a comfortable position. His foot brushes over the skin of your ankle, making you yelp a bit and pull your body away from his. He looks at you, a bit confused by your sudden movement. "Jeez, Fyodor, you need some fuzzy socks or something, your feet are so cold." You say, your eyebrows furrowed. He laughs a bit and places his warm hands on your sides, his thumbs gently massaging your waist. "Mm, well I can make up for it by warming you up a bit, my dear." He says with a smile, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You sigh softly, his hands warm to the touch from holding the glasses of hot chocolate.

"Mm, that's a lot better." You say, flashing your teeth in a small grin. You put your arms around Fyodors neck and cuddle into him and he does the same, only his arms are under yours. You reach over for your hot chocolate and bring the cup to your lips, sipping on it carefully as not to spill any. You hum in approval, placing the mug back down on the table. "Good?* He asks, his fingers softly caressing the back of your neck, making you squirm a bit. "Very good, thank you." You press a gentle, chaste kiss to his jawline, making him blush a bit. The corner of his lips are tugged into a small smile, matching his gentle expression.

"Mhm, anything for you. I love these relaxing evenings with you, they're so calming and sweet." He mumbles against your head, giving you a gentle squeeze as he starts drifting off to sleep in your arms. You can't help but smile at his words, nuzzling into him further.

"Me too." You say quietly, adjusting the blanket before you also doze off, your head pressed against his shoulder and your legs entangled with his.

Chuuya Nakahara ༉‧₊˚.

╰┈➤ Baking and decorating cookies

You and Chuuya had recently been sucked into the world of culinary shows, specifically the baking ones. You both had the intense belief that you two could both make the same thing first try without experience, so you decided to try it. So, there you both stood in your kitchen, an array of ingredients sitting in front of you in the counter. Chuuya was more into the decorating part than the actual baking half, so you both settled on that premade mix that you only add eggs and milk to.

You stood with your hands on your hips, the sleeves of your wooly sweater rolled up to your elbows. The cold, winter air gave you goosebumps and made the hair on your arms stand up a bit. You watched Chuuya try to open the mix, but the tear strip seemingly didn't exist because he clearly couldn't find it. You reached out for the bag.

"Here, Chuuya, let me see it. I'll cut it open." You say, watching him struggle some more, his eyebrows furrowed. "No it's alright darlin', I got it." He reassured you, to which you raised your eyebrow and continued to watch him try to pry the bag open. "It's alright, Chuuya, we can just-" you're cut off by the loud popping sound of the bag opening, cookie mix going all over the place, turning your boyfriends familiar fiery orange hair partially white. It was all over both of your faces as you blankly stares at eachother before erupting into a fit of laughter.

After a couple seconds, you're able to calm down, your body leaning against his with your head hung and shoulders shaking. The giggles fade out before you return to your upright position.

"Alright, I guess we'll just have one bag" you say, amusement still prominent in your voice. He giggles and wipes some of the powder off of your cheek when he cups it, leaning in and speaking quietly against your lips. "Im sorry doll." He laughs and presses his lips to yours, humming quietly into the kiss. When he pulls away, his pretty blue eyes stare into your (e/c) ones, flickering down to your lips every now and again. "And you still taste as sweet as ever." His words make you blush and pull away with a flustered grin, covering your face with your hand. "Quit it." You mumble, your other hand pressed against your boyfriends chest. You redirect your attention to the other bag of cookie mix in the counter, grabbing that along with a pair of scissors.

You cut along the top, throwing out the strip of plastic and pouring the powder into a large bowl. "Look at that, no explosion." You tease Chuuya a bit, who just playfully rolls his eyes and grabs the milk and eggs from the refrigerator. He measures out the proper amount of milk and cracks the eggs into the bowl. He then tosses the eggshells and washes his hands, drying them off before hugging you from behind while you mix everything together. You smile softly at his affectionate action, his head resting on your shoulder.

You both sway with one another until you finish mixing everything together and step away to grab a cookie sheet and some parchment paper. "Alright, Chuuya, are we making shapes out of these or are we just rolling them into balls?" You tilt your head, squinting your eyes as you think on the decision, as does he. "Well, we don't have any cookie cutters, but I think we could make shapes on our own, yeah?" He says cockily, taking some of the dough and starting to make some sort of form. You couldn't quite tell what it was, but he seemed pretty proud.

"Look at that! I'd like to see those baking show people try this." He says, grabbing another piece of dough. You tilt your head every which way trying to figure out what it was. "Chuuya...what is that? Is it an airplane?" You ask. He gives you an offended look and shakes his head. "No, it's a little person, and I even made another one. It's you and me." He says, embarrassedly. You feel your heart skip a beat at the silly, yet loving and caring action. "No, Chuuya, I didn't mean that, I can clearly tell that's us! Who wouldn't be able to? We look so cute in cookie form, oh my gosh." You say, placing your hands on his shoulders as you excitedly look at the little cookie couple. He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, doll." You return to the bowl of dough, both of you using the rest of it to make smaller shapes like hearts or stars, and even some plain circles. Chuuya stuck them in the oven and set a timer, washing the oily feeling from the cookie dough off of his hands. While he does that, you figure out how you mix different colors of icings and put them into little icing bags, making an array of colors. You were obviously making one hell of a pile of dishes for yourself later, too, but you'd like to say you live in the moment.

You both waited for the timer to count down, then waiting again for the cookies to cool down on the stove top. The penthouse smelled so sweet, and your hunger only made it smell sweeter. You grabbed a plate to put all of the cookies on and another for each of you to decorate. You grabbed one of the bags filled with bright red icing, carefully piping it onto the cookie. You could see Chuuya out of the corner of your eye putting all his effort into the mini him. You could tell he was taking this seriously because he was even using a toothpick to perfect every detail of his icing-hair. You smiled and continued to decorate your cookies, placing them onto the plate when finished. By the time you were done with every cookie you had made, Chuuya had decorated cookie you and cookie him. He held them up proudly to show you, being careful not to hold them too vertically, making the icing run.

"Oh, darlin', we gotta sign me up for those shows right now, that was way too easy." He says with a smug grin, placing the two works of art on a plate separate from everything else. "They're absolutely gorgeous, Chuuya." You say with a smile. "I bet they taste just as good." You say, reaching to grab one, which he smacks your hand away. "I'm sorry, but you are not eating those ones first. We have all these other not cool or special cookies and you wanna eat those first." He says, giving you an absolutely perplexed look. You blink and nod in understanding, taking a bite out of a different, star shaped one.

"Alright, I won't eat those ones yet, but this one is really good. Try it." You say, holding the cookie up to Chuuyas mouth, him taking a large bite out of it. "Mm, yeah, that is really good." He says after swallowing it.

"Do you think they're as good as the ones those people make on TV?" You ask. He nods, running his fingers through his hair and adjusting it. "Absolutely. Those ones are rushed and have no love put into them whatsoever." He says, leaning against the counter. "Not ours though, ours are ten times better." He proudly says. You grin and embrace your boyfriend, leaning your head on top of his. "I agree, we did such a good job." You hum, playing with his hair softly. "You know it, doll." He says, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder as he snuggles into your body, enjoying the warmth you emit.

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batwritings · 2 years

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XD FLUFF SUGAR RUSH DONT MIND ME- anyways, are you alright with an XD helping gn reader feel better during an anxiety attack? SFW, preferably but yk up to you! also can i be 🐝 anon? if that’s not open, 🌺 or 🪷 or 🫧 ok thank you, have a great day! byeeeeeee

OKAY BUT LISTEN, EMOTIONAL SUPPORT GOD IS SUCH A GOOD CONCEPT-- Enjoy~!

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Your broken sobs kept you from hearing the soft footfalls of his approach. The day had absolutely not gone as planned or as well as you wanted. Thus, your anxiety naturally had to cause you hell and rear it's ugly head.

"Oh sweet star," echoed softly through your little hideaway. Your hiccuping breathes kicked up a bit; your deity of a partner was the last person you wanted to see right now. Not because his presence wasn't wanted, oh no. But god did you feel bad enough feeling this way, being seen by your love was the top tier of this shit show of a day.

The soft fluttering of feathers rung in your ears as you felt their gentle touch. You whimper quietly, just wanting everything and everyone to go away. "Breathe little one," you hear. All the muted noise around you seemed to vanish. Opening your eyes to check, you noticed how XD's feathers had blocked your vision.

"X...D?" you ask, voice raspy from how hard you'd cried, how hard you'd screamed.

"Shhh," he hushes lightly. "Just listen and breathe. You're safe. Nobody here but us. Nothing can touch you right now. Nothing that has upset you, no ill will."

It's hard to ignore that lilting, echo-y voice when it's all you can hear. It was almost as if DreamXD was drowning out the world so you would focus on him. All just for you.

"Inhale deep for me," you follow his gentle instruction, albeit shakily. "Good, now let it out nice and slow." Again, you obey, letting his voice guide your actions. With a few more breathes, you can feel your heartbeat start to slow, your body slows it's tremors.

"You're doing so well dearest," the god praises. "I'm going to remove the feathers, and hold you proper. Is that alright?" Despite how unsure you felt, you trusted the deity and let his feathers fall from your eyes. Bright green eyes, softened when they met your gaze.

Four arms scooped you up gently, making sure to take the cocoon of blankets you'd had with you. "There you are starlight," he says, sounding genuinely happy to see you. "I was worried when you didn't greet me. Will you tell me what happened?"

Through tears and sniffles, you recount your horrible, awful day to DreamXD, the god listening very intently. When you finish, he simply nods, floating you both over to your expansive shared bed. He's insanely careful, making sure you're tucked in the best you can be as while he still holds you tight.

"There there little star," he coos, gently running claws through your hair. "Nothing can hurt you here. Nothing can hurt you anymore." And then he does the unthinkable; this all-knowing being starts to sing. It's a rare occurrence, but definitely not unwelcome.

It's not long before his soft melody fills it's purpose, and you begin to nod off. The last thing you hear before drifting off fully is "Rest easy little one, your troubles will be over soon."

You weren't entirely sure what that meant, and somewhere, in your tired head, you knew it was better not to think too hard on it.

#bat writes #anon reqs #🐝anon #dreamxd fluff #dsmp fluff #mcyt fluff

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ransprang · 3 years

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hihi!! pls don't eat me alive ;; but i'd like to request a male romantic sfw/nsfw match up for harry potter and hxh if that's okay !! :,)

i go by she/they pronouns, i am an INFP (rip), a hufflepuff, and my zodiac sign is pisces.

im very shy around new people, but i do adjust quickly to cool dudes who just vibe, yk? but pls don't ask me to make a phone call,, i will start ugly crying lol.

I have a lot of trust issues and i tend to open up when i get to know someone more, so i prefer a partner who is very patient and committed. i love being pampered and treated like a princess lmao. i can't stand ppl who's first instinct is to run away when things go south >:(

my love languages include words of affirmation, and physical touch. i do like recieving gifts, but only in really special occasions and it should have a very thoughtful/sentimental value.

i have dark, shoulder length that's styled into a wolf cut. my eyes are dark dark dark brown and i wear big round ass glasses bc i have the worst eyesight. i also stopped growing in 7th grade,, ive been 5"0 forever now ;;

my hobbies include drawing, painting, and listening to music !!! my favourite artists include the beatles, the neighborhood, and daniel caesar. i also love spooky books and movies, they scare me but its all part of the thrill. sometimes i play games,, but its only limited to casual indie games or pixel RPGmaker games like omori.

i dont have a set style,, but its either im dressed like a fckin jojo character or bundled up into an oversized sweater cocoon. no middle ground lol.

agdhdbdudiebf i hope i did this right,, and im sorry if i did anything wrong !! D: this is my first ever match-up ;A;

but thank you for this aaa!! i saw that you guys had all of the fandoms im really into so you guys are really neat and awesome for that 😭💕 pls keep doing what youre doing ily <333

don't worry all the details are fine!! thank you for taking the time to read our rules. admin sar is very happy that someone appreciates how neat and tidy she keeps this blog :D We hope you like your match ups!

your vibers,

admins sar, sav & san

Your Harry Potter match up is...... LUPIN!!

SFW

Lupin won't judge you for being a Hufflepuff. Instead he'll judge you for dressing like a jojos character.

Lupin would love your wolf cut, because he is a bit of a wild man himself :)

Expect candlelight dinners and chocolate bars for desert with this man.

Lupin would tell spooky wizard tales to you, especially ones from his childhood.

He'd be down to watch horror movies with you. He's a werewolf. There's no way he'll get scared. He'll only get mad at inaccuracies in wolf movies.

He is a teacher so he would give excellent pep talks and good words of affirmation and encouragement for you.

N/SFW

Lupin promises to not eat you alive. But he may eat you out.

He would be forever grateful if you gift him butt plugs. In exchange he'd buy you a butt plug with a wolf tail.

He pampers you after sex and licks your sore holes.

He'll use the hair he shed during sex and make a crown for you.

Lupin likes doggy style anyway so your height doesn't matter.

You can play wolf howls in the back while having sex with Lupin when you guys are having exhibitionist feelings.

Your HxH match up is...... GON!! (AGED UP)

SFW

He puts bugs in your hair while you are crying to cheer you up.

Gon is a cool dude who will vibe with you. He'll buy you mugs that say 'Good Vibes Only'.

He won't run away from you like Ging did with him <3

Gon is a perfect gentleman and knows how to treat a lady. He would arrange the cutest dates for you and give you very thoughtful presents.

Gon would watch horror movies with a cheerful smile while the goriest things are happening on screen. He's friends with an assassin what do you expect.

Totally can get into the same music as you.

#hunter x hunter imagines #hunter x hunter #gon x reader #gon freecss x reader #gon headcanons #gon freecss headcanons #gon hxh #gon hunter x hunter #hxh #hunter x hunter headcanon #hunterxhunter imagines #hunterxhunter headcanons #hunterxhunter imagine #hxh imagine #hxh imagines #hxh scenarios #admin sar #admin sav #admin san

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har-rison-s · 3 years

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stellars: 19

a/n: okay heyy! i'm so happy because this story just got its first kudos on AO3!!! celebrating haha. if you want to read it there, here's a link - read on! also i've just started watching “brand-new cherry flavour” on netflix and.... it's so good but gross and crazy? but that's kinda like my thing yk. i hope i don't have nightmares though, haha. i don't like rosa salazar much, but she's a very good actress, and such a good protagonist for this movie. anyways, back to the scorch and the gladers and mars :D this was one of my favourite chapters to write, and i hope i wrote it good. there's so much to explore and describe, yk, i hope i involved everything. i'd love to talk about my writing and how i write so much, but i don't want to sound or seem like some pretentious writer. so. happy reading!

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warnings: decriptions of getting sick with the virus, bit of angst, nothing else :)

word count: 5.1k (only for this chapter for some reason??? lmao. maybe i should put them for the others, too, idk)

“Hey, get outta here!” An exclamation from Thomas is what wakes Mars up. Thankfully, just Thomas, and not those creatures, or the people who are no doubt looking for them. Mars cracks her dry eyes open to see Thomas waving away a black crow, and she closes her eyes again. What did the crow ever do to Thomas? And then it dawns on her just how unordinary it would be to find a crow, or any bird at that, in the desert land that has now become their world.

She turns around, her back now facing Thomas and their friends, and finds Newt on the cusp of waking up. He yawns in a way that Mars finds very cute—particularly how his nose and lips scrunch up—and then he closes his eyes, wanting to sleep more and even snuggling back into their make-shift cocoon afterwards. Mars smiles very subtly as she looks at the boy. Sand coats his face, probably blown onto him during the night, his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes closed. Mars realises both hers and his head of hair are most likely filled with sand, and that just makes her shiver.

She turns back around to lay on her back, and then she sits up. Oh, how her muscles and wounds ache… Mars groans as she rises her chest up to meet with her knees and rest against them. But her curiosity and fears are not to be silenced or pushed away anymore. She turns her head around to look in all directions and inspect the environment she is to deal with now.

Endless rows and ribbons of sand dunes to her left and in front of her. The abandoned mall is on her right, and then the ruins of a city are behind her. Fallen buildings, fallen pieces of them, cars and other means of transport left to decay in the growing sea of sand. Mars can faintly see a row of mountains behind the city, very faintly. They almost look like a mirage.

Which reminds her how hot the temperature is. She doesn’t know what time of day it is, how long they’ve all slept for, but she can guess that it should be morning or late morning by now. There’s no way any of them have wristwatches or any other kind of clocks with them now to tell the time. But the precise time—hours and minutes—doesn’t matter now. She doesn’t think they will for a long time. They just have to get moving, have to get to the mountains as fast as possible. To the Right Arm.

Mars feels a pat on her left hand and looks down at Newt. He’s laying on his side, head rested on his hand underneath it, and looking up at her. Mars smiles at him and Newt pats her hand again. She guesses he wants her to lay back down. She shakes her head. “We have to get up,” she tells him in a whisper. Newt shrugs, and Mars thinks it’s a way of saying he won’t take long, whatever he has planned. She shakes her head again, this time to herself rather than to Newt, and lays back down, fully on her side to face him.

Newt pulls her face closer to his by his hand on her cheek and locks their lips together in a kiss. Mars smiles immediately into the gesture, finding it kind of silly in an urgent situation such as theirs, but she enjoys it nonetheless. She strokes his hair with her hand, giving him a kiss back, and they pull apart. They look into each other’s eyes. It seems like their first kiss that isn't shared after, before or during the shedding of tears. The first happy one.

“Is that all?” She asks and Newt nods, a loving look in his eyes. Mars gives him a smile again, this time with rosy cheeks as a bonus, and pats his own cheek before giving it another kiss.

“Ew, stop!” Minho makes his state of being awake known by an exclamation thrown at Mars and Newt. Mars sits up again and turns sharply to face the boy. A grin is stretching her lips as she looks at him. Minho is sitting up just the same across from her, a look of humor on his face. “You’re gonna give us all herpes.” The gladers laugh, all of them awake. At least they can break the tension in some way, for a while.

“That’s not how it works, big shot,” Mars retorts with the grin still intact, “it’s not like we’re kissing you.”

“Wouldn’t wish it for the whole shucking world,” the Runner retorts. Mars sticks her tongue out at him.

“Oh, yeah, you would,” Newt joins in on the conversation as he rises up to sit, too. He looks around, and then finds Thomas already on his feet and looking around. He takes steps along the wall, looking for any sign of the creatures inside the building, “are they gone now, Tommy?” Newt calls out to him.

Thomas turns around to face Newt, and he nods. “For now, at least,” he answers and gives Newt and Mars a lingering glance, one very sour and melancholy. Mars wonders what it’s about and looks at Newt for a second. He has the same look on his face as she does. They’re both focused on something other than what Thomas is, “we should get moving.” Thomas says, then, and looks away from the pair.

The gladers gather their stuff quickly, not wanting to risk running into those monsters again. Thomas and Minho would rather be on the move, as moving somehow distracts their brains from some things and focuses them on others. Winston has a hard time getting up, Mars notices that as Frypan helps him to his feet. He winces and groans in pain, but can walk. There are dark red spots seeping through his bandages. They make Mars not only think about the creatures more, but also think about her own bandaged wounds.

She lifts her jacket and jumper to look at the ones in her side. Newt packs their blankets up in the meantime, but notices her inspecting the white patches. Her back is to him once again, he can’t see what she’s feeling, can’t see what she’s thinking. Maybe he shouldn’t.

Mars presses her fingers onto the middle of the patches, and only feels very faint irritation, like muffled pain. She does it to all of them, and finds the one in her neck the most hurtful of them all, though it really only feels like a mosquito-bite-level pain. Maybe she should take the patches off… Maybe she should wait for them to heal completely before taking them off. She huffs.

She’s so focused on her patches that she doesn’t even notice Teresa coming up to her. “What are they from?” She asks in a quiet voice. Mars raises her head up and lowers her clothes over her skin again. She’s a bit insecure about the wounds and looks to Teresa quite shyly.

“From the… lab,” Mars responds. Newt comes up to stand next to her.

“They had all sorts of tubes and wires stuck in her sides and her neck,” he explains to Teresa, and can feel Mars tensing up at his side. He knows how hard it is for her, he can only imagine the extent. Seeing her like that was hurtful enough for Newt himself, “but… me and Tommy took them out and patched her up. Got her out.” Newt says and hands the backpack over to Mars. She gladly takes it and nods at Teresa before swinging the backpack onto her back.

Teresa nods in response and begins walking after Thomas and the others without saying a word. Newt and Mars exchange a look, finding Teresa’s silence peculiar, but they follow right after her. Their hands intertwine and they walk in unison towards the front of the group, where Thomas and Minho are. They’re sort of the culprits for the whole monsters and running situation, and Mars and Newt both suppose they might have answers in that case. Some.

“What were those things, anyway?” Newt asks Thomas, continuing their conversation as if there was no pause, and the brunette turns his head and gives him a look. “Where did they come from?” Thomas huffs again and exchanges a look with Minho.

“We found some light switches,” Minho starts to explain, “so I turned them on, thinking we might find stuff quicker that way. But the power made a lot of noise, and the… things—“

“Jansen called them cranks,” Mars points out, remembering the term. She doesn’t exactly know what the word means, but she guesses those creatures might just be the definition. Minho nods.

“Oh, right, yeah,” Minho nods, “well, the noises and lights pulled the cranks out of… wherever they were hiding.” He shrugs. Mars glances over her shoulder at Winston.

“What do you think they did to him?” She asks the three boys, since they’re all on the same level of cluelessness as she is. The boys look between themselves. They have but one guess on their minds, on the tips of their tongues, but they’re too scared to say it. It’s blunt and horrible and just… unthinkable. “Could those… cranks have had the virus that Ava Paige talked about?” The boys exchange looks again, and Mars notices that, as well as their hesitancy to answer any of her two questions. “Hey, don’t keep stuff from me.” She requests in a voice that’s a mix of anger and sadness. She doesn’t want to be left out.

“We’re not, we’re just—“ Thomas huffs, clearly frustrated with both his attitude and their situation. “I mean, he’ll probably heal soon.” Thomas says with a shrug then, but Mars doesn’t believe his words for a second.

“Do you think I’m stupid, Thomas?” She practically spits at him. “After what we just ran from, after WICKED—you really think I’m nothing more than a damsel in distress who can’t think for herself?!”

Her words leave a silence in the air between the four. Newt and Minho don’t really know what to say. Thomas watches her anger transforming her face, an emotion he hasn’t seen on her features before. And suddenly he feels guilty. But the thought of Winston being infected with the virus, the thought of him becoming like one of the monsters that chased them… is just too unbearable.

“No. No, I don’t, Mars—“ He starts to say in an apathetic manner.

“Then stop acting like it and tell me what you think!” She demands. A beat passes. “Please.” Her voice drops to a quieter notch and the tone saddens.

Thomas tries to gather his words, his feelings into a proper sentence. But Newt beats him to it. “I think it’s hard for us to think Winston could be… like one of those things.” He tells Mars, but Minho and Thomas are listening, too. “We don’t know the world around us, we don’t know much about the virus.” He shrugs. “Don’t think we should jump to any conclusions just yet.”

Minho nods in agreement. “Good that,” he says, “let’s just see… how it goes. Who knows, maybe… maybe we’re, like, resistant to this stuff. The lady did say we’re important, and somethin’ about.. it not being too late for us. And Rat-Man said we can survive it...” He guesses. “I don’t know.” Mars looks at Winston again. She sees how much he’s sweating, and how much of an effort it is for him to take every step. And the already high temperature of the air isn’t helping at all. She looks back at Minho. He knows that the words he’s said couldn’t be further from the truth.

Thomas has been quiet for a while, ever since Mars cut his sentence short. She looks at him now. He knows she expects any sort of plan or opinion from him, any words, really. He huffs. “Let’s just get to the mountains.” He mumbles and then takes a few steps ahead of his friends, wanting to be at the front and wanting to get away. Not from his friends, exactly, but from the pressure he feels.

Mars watches him go with saddened eyes and sighs quietly to herself. She didn’t mean to hurt or offend him in any way. She just felt angry that they weren’t saying anything, as if they almost wanted to avoid her questions, wanted to avoid answering them. Perhaps she knows why, if they really did.

Winston’s been their friend for much longer than he’s been her friend. Minho and Newt the longest, she supposes. It’s already hard for them to see Winston like this, to have him wounded and exhausted. Who knows what those wounds mean, what they’ll do to him, if he’ll survive them.

She guesses that Thomas feels guilty to some extent about Winston getting hurt. He brought him out here, then awakened all the cranks and put Winston and his other friends in a life or death situation. If Winston... succumbs to his wounds, it would partly be on Thomas’ hands. And he can’t have that. He’s seen friends die already, and he doesn’t want to lose anyone else, any more friends. He can’t. The world is already shucked, and their survival is already very endangered, the chances of them getting to those mountains alive… Thomas would rather not calculate them.

Mars looks away from Thomas and instead takes in the environment around them. It's all just devastation. Sand and emptiness everywhere, buildings and transport left in ruins. Some of the buildings have tilted to one side and fallen over, their windows smashed. No doubt the sun flares are responsible for that. It's weird to see skyscrapers like that, buildings that once were top class offices. Mars could step inside them easily now, if she wanted to. But she doesn't want to risk meeting those... cranks again. She also doesn't want to stray away from their straight path towards the mountains.

"What the hell happened to this place?" Minho asks rhetorically, looking around. Mars wonders which city this once was. Are there any actual cities left now, anyway? Mars hopes the whole world isn't like this. The heat and sand is itching at her skin through her clothes.

"Looks like no one's been here for a long time," Newt states or, rather hopes. He doesn't want to meet those monsters again. Mars shuffles closer to him.

"I think it was the sun flares," she admits and the two exchange a look. Newt shrugs.

"If the lady on the screen wasn't lying, then yeah," he agrees. Mars shakes her head, and her eyes are caught by a near-by ruined school bus.

"She wasn't lying," she responds and Newt looks at her, curious. Mars fearfully looks back, "I saw her in a memory dream." She breathes out deeply.

"Wanna tell me about it?" He asks.

Mars huffs, "I'll try," she says and then gathers her wits and memories about the woman, "I was listening into an announcement from her. It was about... a mission to go to Mars." For some reason, she laughs. She doesn't even know why she does, it bursts out. "And how it failed. And it was basically all my fault. Then she called me a subject and said that I'd be sent up into the Maze, too, after all. Because they had no other use for me." Tears gather in her eyes and yet Mars keeps a fake smile on her lips. Newt shoots a worried glance. "And that I would have a manual memory loss procedure instead of... what everyone else had. To understand the consequences of the Mars mission failing." Mars breathes out deeply. "Jansen was to be in charge of it."

The silence that rests between Newt and Mars after her words is heavy. Newt doesn't know what to think. He only feels incredible anger.

"If you think about it... taking all my previous memories, she's not lying about anything," Mars speaks up again, "Jansen was... somehow, some way giving me the procedure. Making me forget any trace of myself. And--the Chancellor said that what I knew the best was astronomy and helping everyone." She shrugs. "I don't know about the latter, but the former explains why I know so much about stars and planets. Don't you think?" She glances at Newt.

To her disappointment, she sees tears in his eyes and a look of fury igniting them. Though it might just be the sun and its reflections against broken windows, Newt's tears look like small fires in his eyes. She squeezes his hand, and almost wants to ask what's wrong, but... it would be quite the empty question. "I hate them, Mars," he whispers to her, and even then his voice shakes. Newt feels that if he tried to talk louder, he would just burst with emotion, "I hate them for what they did to you. How they treated you." Newt shakes his head.

"I know," she squeezes his hand, "I know."

"I'm not letting you out of my sight, and that's a promise," Newt turns to look at her, "you stay with me at all times. No matter what."

That angry conviction in his eyes and words scares Mars, but she doesn't want him to think that. She nods instead of cowering away in fear, she nods at Newt with a subtle smile. And his fiery demeanor seems to drop immediately.

"She could be telling the truth," Newt says then and looks back to the road in front of them, "I couldn't explain what this all looks like otherwise, and why it looks that way."

"Must have been hell when it hit," Mars adds, "then came all the water and melted ice, I suppose." Newt shoots her a confused glance. "What? Imagine the Sun just got extremely close to the Earth--everything cold would melt into water." Mars explains. "I think that's what happened. And then the virus came..."

"D'you really think a virus turns people into... that?" Newt asks, his voice full of curiosity. Mars would have expected suspicion or disbelief, but she guesses that Newt has decided to trust whatever the chancellor lady said, and he's curious instead. The proof lays all around them.

Mars shrugs. "Depends on the virus, really," she says, "you won't become that from the flu." Her words make Newt chuckle, and she's glad they do, though she only said them to distract herself from the faces of the cranks that she remembers. Her smile and face fall immediately. “Could we—I’m sorry, I just—“ she shakes her head. “Could we not—“

“We won’t talk about them,” Newt accepts her request before she can finish it. Mars looks at him, thankful, and nods, “I saw how much they scared you.” He says quieter. “They scare me, too. Not so much their looks as… the fact that they were real people, and that a virus can do that to them. Seeing that one up close…” Newt shakes his head. “Sorry. Just promised not to say a word, and here I am.”

Mars just nods. “I hadn’t even thought of that before.” She says and sighs. “I’m sure their faces will be all I see when I’ll try to sleep. They’re just victims of the virus and the world, I know, but… they scared me to death.”

“I know, darling,” Newt says and presses a kiss to their raised, intertwined hands. He looks into her eyes, “I—“

Whatever sentence he was about to say to her, it is interrupted by Thomas. “Everyone, hide, hide!” He yells to his friends, waving his arms around. Newt and Mars freeze over, but soon as she hears whirring noises above her, they spring into action to find a spot to hide in.

Newt rushes them both to a pile of rocks, which happens to have a small opening inside it, and they tuck into it. Mars winces at bending in two to fit inside, her wound on the side suddenly burning. She stays quiet, Newt clutching his arms around her, and they listen for any further noises. Loud whirrs and mechanical sounds come from above, Mars guesses there’s a helicopter flying over their heads and skimming the area. It must be WICKED looking for them. The noises are so loud Mars thinks the helicopter is just a few feet above them.

With just one stride over them, the flying transport carries itself further out towards the other direction. It doesn’t stop, there’s no sounds of it landing, so they must not have spotted the gladers. Thank God for that. The ruined city falls into silence again, only faint howls of the wind to be heard around the gladers. Thomas is the first to crawl out of his hiding place, brave enough to look around and deduct if it’s safe.

“Come on out, we’re okay,” he ushers the gladers and they come out of hiding. Mars wonders whether it’s safe enough for them to keep going. WICKED might turn that helicopter around and come back. Maybe they’re watching the gladers from somewhere off and will send another helicopter over and catch them. She slowly crawls out of the hideout before helping Newt do the same. The wounds at her side seem to have stopped screaming, but out of fear she lays her hand on one of the patches, covered by her jumper. It still hurts a bit, “everyone okay?” Thomas calls out and gets nods in response. The gladers regroup and keep going forwards.

“Is your side alright?” Newt asks Mars once they’re back to walking. She nods, though her nose is scrunched up and her eyebrows are furrowed. Newt moves her hair back to get a better look at the patch on her neck, thinking she might have taken it off, but it’s still there. A small spot of red is in its very middle. He sighs. “And this one?”

“They’re fine, Newt, I promise,” Mars tells him and moves her hair back into place, Newt’s hand falling to his side again. He huffs, “I’d tell you if anything was wrong. They just have to heal, that’s all.” She promises, and Newt nods. “I can’t thank you enough for getting me out of there.”

The humbleness in Newt wants to dodge her compliment, but he doesn’t let that characteristic win over. He nods again. “You’re welcome, darling,” he tells her and Mars smiles to herself. She likes the pet name.

“Where did that come from?” She asks, and Newt looks down at her sideways, raising an eyebrow. “Darling.” She adds and grins wide at Newt. He smiles back, and then shrugs.

“Don’t know, to be honest,” he tells her, “sort of… came to me. Feels natural.” He explains, and Mars nods. “Do you like it?” Newt grows suddenly worried that it might be too much for her. But Mars nods her head in response.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” she says as her cheeks blush and Newt smiles wider, “you’re so nice to me. I swear, I don’t know if I deserve it.”

“Of course you do,” he tells her and nudges her shoulder with his own, “deserve more than I can give you.”

“Shut up,” Mars sticks a finger into his side, which makes Newt laugh, “I’ll pay you back somehow someday. For everything.” She promises then, and looks up at the boy from below, his arm around her shoulders. She puts her own around his waist, and Newt leans his head on hers. That prideful part of him wants to deny, deny, deny her offer, but he chooses to silence it. If she wants to, she should. It won’t stop Newt from helping her out more. Who knows—she might save his life in the next hour, judging by how unpredictable things seem to have gotten now. Anything could happen now at any moment. “What do you think about Annie?” Mars asks, disrupting the silence that fell over them. Newt sighs.

“Who?” He asks and it makes Mars burst into laughter.

“I’m serious!” She protests.

“And I’m serious, too,” he tells her, “you hold onto the past too much, Mars. I know you were Annie, but you’re not anymore.”

Mars looks up at him again. “Newt, the past is why we’re here. All that happened to the planet, what happened to all the people—that’s why we’re here now.” She says, and Newt guesses she’s right to some extent.

“You mean we’re here to save everyone?”

Mars looks at him in silence. “Not exactly. We’re here to live safer lives, I think. Ones where people don’t experiment on us. But that’s because of what happened to the world, in the past.” She explains. “I was Annie, I know that. I’m just… thinking about it.” She admits and tucks her head back into the boy’s side. “Part of me wants to remember everything that happened before the Maze. Meeting you guys, working on that space mission.”

Newt sighs. “Alright, well, I don’t think it’s gonna do you much good,” he admits, “but it may help you understand… some parts better.” Newt shrugs.

“Don’t you wish you could remember?”

Newt moves his head in such a way that suggests he’s shaking it more than nodding, but it’s hard to tell. He could be shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head at the same time. “Don’t think so. What you and Tommy have said of what you can remember doesn’t paint a very nice picture.” He admits.

Mars sighs. She knows he’s right. But there’s a thirst inside her, a craving to know what happened, how they lived, who their parents were, how long they were with WICKED up until the Maze. She’s dying to know everything. “I guess I’m more curious than you are, then,” she shrugs, “maybe you're right - getting my memories back could just help me understand everything better.” She sighs again. “This whole thing sucks.”

Newt chuckles. “It truly does.”

The two fall into silence, and rightly so. Mars feels her mouth already going dry from so much talking, and from the hot air temperature. Talking also exhausts her, as it must exhaust Newt, too. Their hurried steps along the sand have now grown into slower strides, and the sand beneath their feet changes. It becomes thinner, making their feet sink further into it, and the gladers have to pull each other out of that sometimes.

Sights of the city left in ruins are truly breathtaking. Buildings falling down, a huge quantity of cars pushed all together under a bridge, going one way, as if everyone just started to head in one direction. But they’re all ruined, as well. Windows gone, the colors of the cars gone, they’ve all become just carcasses of metal. Mars looks down onto them, gripping the railing at both sides of the bridge to see better, and sees how many there truly are. She wonders what left them all like this. Was it the sun flares? Did everyone in this city head towards the border exit, but then the flares struck and the people were sun-burnt to death, and so were their cars? It seems too blunt, too horrifying of a thought. But it’s probably true.

Crossing a certain bridge in the middle of the city makes Mars remember the life people had before the sun flares, before the world became the Scorch. People driving to work in their cars, some using their bicycles or simply going by foot. Children running around and parents yelling after them. Colleagues having lunch together. She thinks she can see places that were once parks, now there’s no plants or growth here at all. What once were parks are now just patches of emptiness, wooden studs in places trees once were. She sighs. The world is so disappointing.

Maybe not all of it. Perhaps they’re in a place where the sun hit the hardest. Maybe there are places that are still… normal, or habitable, at least. Maybe the Right Arm knows of such a place, or maybe even more than one place. Perhaps there still are civilisations, maybe even cities where everything is just like it was before. Maybe there is still hope. Hope for a normal life. Hope for a safer life. For them all.

With Winston’s ability to walk and overall health getting worse, the gladers do seem to get through the city of devastation over half a day’s time. At least the ever-present sun makes them think so, when it begins to lower itself and soften its heat over time. The wind picks up as the sun retracts slowly, making the gladers feel like they can breathe again. Mars has no sense or feeling of time whatsoever, so it could be a day and it could be a couple of days passing during their journey.

Their food and water supplies are truly scarce, and the city didn’t offer much in terms of that. They don’t have time to explore all the buildings or go on scavenging trips, anyway, so they must deal with what they have. Mars and Newt are economical with their water bottles, drinking as little as they can, although the thirst is unexpendable. Their throats request more with every small gulp they take of the sacred liquid.

The gladers help Winston throughout their journey in shifts, as best as they can, to move further faster. His health really seems to be deteriorating, and it scares Mars. She wants to help him anyway she can, and does so when it’s her and Minho’s turn to carry him. But it’s hard. Hard to look at him, hard to help him, hard to think of what follows this. How good of an outcome can scratches from sick monsters provide?

“I don’t think he’s getting better,” Mars admits to Newt after her shift ends, now walking again along his side. Newt just glances at her, his eyes squinted in the sun, and then looks away. He gives a subtle nod in response, hating to agree, but really seeing no other opinion on the matter right now. Mars appreciates his response, and feels even more exhausted after speaking those few words to him. Better to keep her mouth shut for many reasons.

The city’s border seems to end with one big sand dune, that the gladers have now luckily climbed, and a bridge in the far distance. They look towards the mountains, now straight ahead of them. They seem to be getting closer. A little closer, at least, and it makes Mars hopeful. It makes the already-made journey worth it. More abandoned land stretches out before them, transports and houses made from stone scattered here and there. The place actually looks like a valley, and the stone houses must have been ports or gas stations before all this. Mars can imagine a river or sea running out ahead of them, stopping at the mountains. Water. Beaches. Life.

But there’s no such thing.

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Hospitals; Shinkami Drabble

Situation: In robot training, Kaminari overused his quirk way too much and passed out, receiving scars and burns. The following is what happens when he wakes up.

Cw: No warnings apply

Kaminaris eyes fluttered open gently, like a spring butterfly coming out of its cocoon. Though the happiness and calm of spring was no comparing to the state of his body. Waking up felt like needles pricking into his veins. Part of him wished to drift back off into sleep, where the only hurt and happiness he could feel was in dreams. The ceiling was unfamiliar, too. The entire environment was almost to painful to bear. He briefly pictured the last moment he’d been awake. His classmates surrounded him, screaming and calling for help. Worried looks plastered on their faces. His boyfriend, Shinsou, grabbing his hand and muttering somthing along the lines of “You’ll be okay, It’s okay. It’s okay.” tears dripping from the purple haired boys eyes. Kaminaris vision then dotted with black like ink on a canvas, then completely was submerged in it. Silence. Was it a day ago? A few hours? He wasn’t sure. Kaminari didn’t want to wake up, or deal with the worries of his classmates, he should’ve listened. He shouldn’t of overworked himself.

Despite his worries, there was one thing that was keeping him from immediately drifting off. He turned his head to the side of him. Shinsou sat in the hospital chair next to him, his glasses resting neatly on his face, his purple hair tied out of the way as he read a book. Kaminari smiled weakly at the sight, Shinsou didn’t realize he was awake yet.

Kaminari went to speak, but little came out. Just enough noise to capture his attention. Shinsou quickly looked up with surprise, and his eyes softened.

“Hi.” He said gently, putting the bookmark in his book, taking off his glasses aswell and setting them atop the table beside him.

Kaminari gave him another feeble grin. He wasn’t sure how long he was gonna be able to stay awake, but he was glad his boyfriend was here. He took in a deep breath and began to whisper, not having enough energy to be too excited just yet.

“How long have you been here?” Kaminari asked.

“I stayed the night once they let me see you. 8 hours, maybe. I slept in the lounge.” He replied, his tone gentle as if scared a wrong move would startle the blond.

Kaminari nodded, and let his eyes drift away. He couldn’t help but notice the worry in Shinsou’s eyes. Kaminaris gaze landed on his own arm to the side of him, covered in dark red patters.

Lichtenberg scars. He had gotten them before after over working himself and they’d always disappeared in a few days time. These where different. They where dark, and stung more than usual. He sucked in a breath similar to a gasp. “Oh.” he said.

“Do they hurt? Shinsou asked. Normally, Kaminari would say no to keep his worreis at bay, but instead he nodded slowly.

“Yeah. I... I think these ones won’t go away.” he relplied, his tone unreadable. Just tired. Shinsou nodded slightly.

Kaminari then furrowed his eyebrows and grunted. Shinsou eyes grew more concerned.

“You alright?” he asked. Kaminari responded with the slight shrug of his shoulder.

“I don’t like that.” He whispered to himself.

“What?”

“My nerves. I want to hold your hand. But I can’t bend my fingers right now. I don’t like it.” Kaminari said, turning his head to face him.

“Oh.” Shinsou replied. Shinsou then reached out his own hand and grabbed Kaminaris, who lay basically lifeless. He closed the blonds fingers around his. Kaminari smiled sweetly at their now intertwined hands.

“Thank you.” He said.

Kaminari looked back at Shinsou. He could see his gaze was fixated on the patterns on his arms. He took in a deep breath, preparing to speak though exhaustion.

“Don’t worry too much ‘Toshi. I’ll be okay. I’m resilient, remember?” He thought back to the time Shinsou had reassured him of his strength.

Shinsou looked back at him and let out a short breath, he nodded.

“Besides,” Kaminari yawned.

“I think they’ll look cool. Like Kirishima and his stretch marks from building muscle mass. It’s manly...Do you think he’ll say they’re manly? I hope he does.” He added, rambling a bit.

Shinsou nodded and squeezed his hand. “Yes. I’m sure he will.” He chortled a bit.

“Ah. So you speak.” Kaminari said, a bit of his enthusiasm coming back. Shinsou cocked his head in question.

“Don’t mope, i’m not dead. I’ll be fine. okay? I wake up and your all “okays” and nodding. Be happy I am awake, i’ll probably fall asleep soon anyways.” Kaminari teased. Shinsou laughed sweetly at this.

“Yeah. Sorry, you’re right. I guess I was just a little worried. That’s all. I’m glad you’re awake and okay.” Shinsou replied genuinely.

“Don’t be. I need you to be the strong one and tell people i’ll be okay. Like, if Kiri, who’s always sick with worrying is worried you can just be like “Don’t worry. Kaminari will be just fine.” you know?” Kaminari stated, giving no second thought to his words. He didn’t have the energy to.

“You seem to be worried about Kirishima being worried huh?” Shinsou questioned.

“Yeah. He doesn’t do well when someone he values gets hurt. I don’t want him to be worried.”

“Oh, and you too. I don’t want you worrying too much about me. You don’t get enough sleep as it is. Cant have you loosing sleep over me” Kaminari added last minute.

“Yeah. You’re right.” Shinsou affirmed.

Kaminari yawned once again.

“You can leave, you know. Besides..” Kaminari paused, yawned again for affect.

“I’m tired” he added. Shinsou got the hint, he should go home. Kaminari was okay and doing just fine. He didn’t need to be there anymore. However, he couldn’t help but worry. But he trusted Kaminari, and knew he’d be okay no matter what. He would leave, but not without a compromise.

“I get it. I’ll go get some proper sleep too, don’t worry. But i’ll only leave once you fall asleep.” Shinsou proposed. Kaminari clicked his tongue.

“I don’t have the strength to stop you right now. Okay. But really, do go home soon. Can’t have your eye bags getting any darker.” Kaminari smiled weakly as he replied, poking fun at him.

“Yes, yes I will. Now go to sleep, you need it.” Shinsou replied, urging Kaminari to rest aswell.

Kaminari hummed an affirmation and closed his eyes and shifted a little until comfortable. They stayed like that for a while. Kaminari lying there, their hands intertwined. Despite how tired and in pain Kaminari was, the moment was endearing and reassuring. The only sound was their slow, rhythmic breaths. Shinsou studied the room around him as he waited for Kaminari to finally drift off to sleep. And just when he thought he had, the hand holding his tightened ever so slightly.

“Love you ‘Toshi.” Kaminari said in a sleepy tone, then relinquished his hand and moved it to a more comfortable position. Shinsou smiled, this time not weakly, a genuine smile. He was reassured. It would all be okay.

“I love you too Denki.”

and within a few minutes, Kaminari subsided and gave into the intoxicating feeling of sleep and Shinsou hesitantly left him to be.

Things would be okay.

(WOOO finished this in half an hour or so, spur of the moment thing yk? hope u liked it lolz)

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