Hey I just realized something.

THIS IS AN MPREG STORY

ALRIGHT I'VE DONE ALL THE WEIRD SHIT PEOPLE ARE GOING TO JUDGE ME FOR NOW, I CAN FINALLY DIE.

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•nightmares

The next morning, Patton woke up successfully with no other nightmares-well, not ones he could remember anyways. There were bits and pieces, glimpses of horrifying images that were implanted into his brain that he knew were there, but couldn't quite grasp.

When Roman woke up too, he stretched and yawned, before remembering what had happened the night before. He smiled softly, and hugged the smaller boy lightly, announcing that he was awake before so as to not frighten him.

Patton leaned into Roman's touch, relaxing as he recalled what had happened in his nightmare the night before. Patton knew that Roman was curious, though didn't want to push it. Patton appreciated that Roman was there for him if he needed someone to vent or talk to.

He liked how Roman wouldn't demand the information from him, or make him feel bad for being afraid, like another person in his life-cough his mother cough- he wouldn't butt in during his vent and add his own input, but would listen-seriously listen, and then if Patton wanted to hear what he had to say during the end, he would give him his advice.

He liked that he had someone who would listen, support him unconditionally, and make him feel better about himself.

After some thought, he began to speak, "the-the nightmare.."

A few seconds after he whispered that, Roman ran his fingers through Patton's hair and whispered, "it's alright."

Patton swallowed, nodding and continuing, "it was..about the rape.." his voice cracked, "it was more of a memory than a nightmare, with little details that twisted it.." he didn't feel pressured to talk about it to Roman-in fact, talking about it kind of made him feel a little bit better,.

Not much, though it was better than nothing.

"Remus had a twisted smile on his face while I was screaming. I was begging for him to stop, I was thrashing and crying-" his voice grew quieter as it began to pick up speed, "and Janus was -Janus was telling me that you guys gave me to them, you let it happen, you wanted it to happen-"

"Oh Patton" Roman whispered, hugging him just a little bit tighter as to not squeeze him too hard.

Patton broke down in quiet sobs, "I look at you and I see him. Your faces are so similar, it's not your fault I swear! I-I saw you walking in the hallway at school the other day and I freaked out and hid in the bathroom-you just-I-" he buried his face in Roman's chest, and Roman teared up too.

His bastard of a brother.

He made Patton afraid of him. Though, he wasn't really afraid of him, he was afraid of his face because they were twins and had the same face. "Don't worry, i'm here, and i'm Roman. Not Remus. I would never do anything like that to hurt you, and that is a promise, that is a promise that no matter what, will never be broken."

"I know that, I know that you would never even dream of hurting me-especially in such a horrifying way-and I can tell you two apart, of course, Remus has a grey streak in his hair, and he also has a mustache-I just think it's the eyes and the nose-your face shape is also really similar.."

"But those little details that are different about you two are enough to where i'm not afraid to be around you. I might turn around and see you, and almost have a heart attack-but then realize it's just you and calm down."

Roman nodded, and they were both satisfied with the conclusion that had been drawn, and soon enough they were called down for breakfast.

Patton sighed, telling Roman he'd stay behind for a few minutes, and Roman accepted that he'd want some privacy, so he left and closed the door for Patton, who smiled and waved Roman away, before locking his door and opening his closet.

In the closet was his only binder. He'd managed to sneak it past his mom by getting Roman inside of his bedroom, then he slingshotted it to the open window, where Roman had caught it and waited for him to come inside.

The binder was years, upon years old, tattered and torn, ripped in various places, and very tight. It compresses his chest down really good though, so he was okay with it, even though it felt like he could barely breathe.

His chest had grown over the years since he'd gotten that first binder, and so it was expected to be really tight. It was extremely hard to get off, and left deep marks below his chest where it pierced tightly into his skin.

He sighed and put a baggy t-shirt over himself, and looked into his body mirror. God, he hated his body. He wished he could've just been born the way he knew he was meant to be. He had such extreme body dysphoria-and yes, he had shown Logan his body before but he didn't think that he could ever do it again.

He and Logan hadn't even had that serious of a relationship-it wasn't that he felt pressured-Logan never pressured him-he just felt like he was obligated to do something sexual with Logan, based off of what people at school had told him about their relationships.

Now he just felt so repulsed by the mere thought of sex, that he was disgusted with himself for even thinking about the past.

Had the rape made him feel this way? Perhaps it had. Maybe, like his mother had said for many other of his quirks, it was 'just a phase.'

He wasn't sure, and he didn't care, because no matter how many times he was told it was a phase, his feelings were facts, and his feelings were valid. Period.

He hopped off of his bed, not knowing when he had even sat down on it-and walked out of his room, ready to face the world, and carry on with his day.

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Logan felt bad.

Not just bad-really really bad.

Because he had just left a relationship with Patton, and was already thinking about entering one with another person. He wanted to ignore the feeling, to make it go away, even if it was just for a little longer-he didn't want to be that person who moved on two quick, thus hurting the other person 10x worse.

But he couldn't help his feelings..his feelings for Virgil.

It was an absurd thought-ever since they'd met, everyone had been sure that Roman was going to sweep Virgil off of his feet-it was obvious that Virgil had a little crush, too.

But that was all they had between them-a crush. And moving forward in their relationship, it was evident. They kind of fell out of that crush, and the silent bet that they would get together had ended, Remy then owing Logan ten bucks when they'd announced that they wanted to keep it strictly platonic.

Logan had a shot though, and he knew that he did. He and Virgil had grown closer over the past few weeks, and had both had loads of fun together.

Most people probably wouldn't consider what they did as 'fun.' They were both reserved and quiet, but in different ways-Logan was more out there. He was awkward, but he didn't feel awkward, other people thought he was though.

Not afraid to share his opinion, or prove someone wrong, he was still outgoing, though not as extreme as Patton, or as Annoying as Roman.

Virgil was different though, he was 100% an introvert, and everybody knew it.

Though the fact that Virgil had warmed up to him-it just left him with a warm feeling inside-which he didn't know weather to hate or not.

He wouldn't tell Virgil of his feelings, though he knew that it was illogical not to-because what if Virgil felt the same? Still though, they had just met mere weeks ago, so he'd give it more time for them to be in that friendship stage before he bombarded him with the 'I would like to date you.'

He didn't want Virgil to feel pressured into anything. That was the last thing he'd wanted.

A/n: On my way to FINALLY WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER😭🥰🥰