#that apparently didnt go so well and we are waiting in horror to hear what he did wrong this time lmao

[the-kipsabian]

if you arent there on stream nights, youre seriously missing out on some actual gems

[holycrimin]

It hurts to love.

Karl heisenberg x male!reader

Tags: Hanahaki and angst

SFW

(Note: In this au, none of the main events happen with ethan, as he is not in this story. Also SPOILER WARNING.)

(Warning: probably shitty plot, but i'm trying my best ok)

[Your pov]

It all started a year or two ago, when mother miranda had found me lurking around the village. As i was not a local, she deemed me suspicous. However, before she had the chance to kill me, She had a spark in her eye. As if she had an idea. And before i knew it she was using me as some sort of vessel for her daughter, Eva. Although i am a male, she had seen something special in me apparently. I had also found out that her daughter had passed away and she was determined to bring her back.

It failed.

The experiment... failed.

I was no longer deemed useful.

She had proposed me two options. become a servant or assistant to one of the lords, or die. A slow, and painful death.

Of course I chose to be an assistant.

She was kind enough to let me choose who to work for, thankfully.

Lady dimitrescu was very much intimidating. And from what I've heard, if you mess up even just a little while working for her, you will be sent to the dungeons. Never to be seen again. And she isnt really fond of men, so I wont be choosing her.

Next up was Donna Beneviento. She was nice, although her doll 'Angie' is a little... how do I say this... creepy. It doesnt help that i have a huge fear of mannequins and dolls, so I dont think i'll be choosing her anytime soon.

And then theres Salvatore Moreau, dont get me wrong he's a great guy but.. he might accidentally drown me. I might be overreacting, but the guy smells. Although, I feel bad that he's treated so poorly by the other Lords, but i think it's for the best if i stay away from him.

And.. i guess my only option left is Lord Heisenberg. I just hope that he wont be that much of a hassle, even if he IS kind of an asshole...

A day before i start working at the factory, Mother Miranda forced us to spend the day together. To 'get to know eachother' I assume.

Lord Heisenberg looked pissed off, he wasn't really fond of me. He was more pissed off at Mother miranda though. Most likely because he was forced to spend time with me. I quickly learned what he called the 'basics of him'. Basically, common facts. Such as, the fact that he can bend metal and his deep hatred for Mother Miranda. that was basically all that he told me.

The following day was my first day at the factory. As we were walking along the factory, he stopped in his tracks. "Listen pup, there's rules." He practically growled. "First of all, Don't touch my shit. Second of all, don't go around the factory without me knowing. And third of all, Don't try to get to know me, we're keeping a proffessional relationship, got it?" He said.

"Uh.. y-yes Lord Heisenberg." I very nervously stammered, lightly blushing at the nickname he gave me.

"Good, now let's get to work."

Present day

That was around a year or two ago, and while i have gotten closer to the other lords, i never managed to get to get close to Lord Heisenberg. And..

I'm an idiot who fell for him... And... I know he'll never feel the same way. I've tried getting his attention, impressing him, but... nothing's working. Every time i try to get close to him, wether it's emotionally or physically. I get pushed away, literally and figuratively.

It's my fault really. I fell inlove with a man who was emotionally closed off. His charisma, his voice, everything about him just makes me fall more and more inlove with him.

I know i wont have a chance, hell, i dont even know if he's into guys... Guess i really am an idiot, huh?

Later that day, Lord Heisenberg asked me to help him with something. I agreed of course, and during that time I tried to know him more. "Jesus christ, are you trying to get me to open up or something? Cause' that's not gonna happen, so give it up." He spat out, "a-ah... sorry Lord Heisenberg.." I stammered out.

A few minutes of silence pass. Suddenly, he grabbed my hands. "I- ugh.. Just- you're doing it wrong. Here, let me help." He said, while holding my hands 'teaching me how to do it right'.

Of course my face started heating up, the feeling of his slightly roughed up hands on mine... it feels nice. Although this is probably the only time i'll ever get close to him.

"Hey pet, you ok? Geez, you're practically as red as a tomato." He said, while still holding my hands. "Uh.. y-yeah..! Uhm... i.. i'm good.." i stuttered, feeling his breath on top of my head. He was bigger and taller than me after all.

"Well, whatever you say, pup." He shrugged as he continued his work. I got a little flustered on the nickname, i never got used to that..

After, he went and ordered me to get supplies fron the duke.

As i was walking along the pathway to the duke, a few lycans were following me. They didnt seem to be attacking, so i just left them alone. However when i reached the duke, the lycans were gone. How strange.

"Well well well, if it isn't Heisenbergs pet! What brings you here, young man?" He says, with a shit eating grin. "Ah.. well, i'm just here for some supplies is al-" i was then cut off with a series of coughs, "Oh my, are you alright?" said the duke, genuinely concerned. "O-oh i'm fine i ju-" i was then cut off by another series of coughs, but just when i stopped, a small white flower petal came out of my mouth.

"Oh dear, i hope this isn't what i think it is... Are you sure you are alright?" Asked the duke. "I.. i dont know," i pause and look at the small flower petal in my hand. "do you know what's happening..?" I questioned him, very much confused. "It may be something called the 'Hanahaki disease'. It was said to just be an urban legend. Where, if you were suffering from unrequited love, you would begin to cough up flower petals." He explained. "I didnt think it was real.." he muttered to himself.

"..." i was silent as i stared in shock and horror, I'm.. coughing up flowers..? Like actual, real flowers...?

From.. unrequited love.... i should've known, i... i should've known that he would never feel the same way.

How could i be so stupid, to think he would fall for a mere mortal like me. Or atleast.. i think i'm mortal. "Well," the duke spoke up, "luckily there are two ways you can get rid of the sickness." My eyes lit up, "the person you like, either loves you back," he continued "or, you can get surgery. Not only will it remove the flowers, it also removes all of your feelings for this particullar person permanently."

"Th-that's great! I can finally get this 'hanahaki' disease while also getting rid of my feelings for him-!"

"Him?" The duke asked as he cut me off, "do you mean Lord Heisenberg?"

"Uh-" as i think about him, i start coughing again. This time, blood was spilling over. And so were many petals. "Oh dear.. so just the mere thought of him triggers it..?" He said, concerned. "Uh... i'll just... take the supplies. Thank you though, duke."

"No problem, stay safe. But remember, the longer you wait around with the flowers still inside you, the worse your state will become." He informs me,

"I'll try to get the surgery as fast as possible duke." I said, waving him goodbye.

As soon as i walked out, those same lycans followed me all the way back to the factory. Strange isn't it? Anyway, when you finally arrived at the factory, supplies in hand, I hear Lord Heisenberg open up the door.

"Here, let me help you with those." He says as he starts taking some of the bags.

"...Why are you being so nice all of a su-sudden?" I stammer as i try to hold in a cough. "Would you rather not have me nice, pup?" he growled. As i opened my mouth to speak, i was interrupted but a fit of coughs. Blood spilt out as did the petals. Heisenberg didn't seem to notice as he was already far ahead.

I try to cover it up as much as i can as i try to catch up with him. "Jeez.. Finally, you caught up-" he cut himself off. "Why is there blood on your face?" He said, slightly concerned. I froze. "Uh.." that was all i could say. "Whatever.." he said as he wiped the blood away from my face. A faint blush spread accross my cheeks.

I excused myself to the bathroom as i felt another fit of coughs. More blood splattered out as well as more petals. God it hurts. I heard a knock on the door. "Hey pet, you've been there a while, you sure you're alright?" He said

"Uh- yeah, i-i'm fine..!" I said, trying to hold in my coughs. "Well just make it quick, we have work to do." "Yes sir..!" I reply back quickly, not wanting to upset him. I quickly cleaned myself up and walked out of the bathroom. "Took you long enough." He sighed, annoyed. He went ahead and grabbed his hammer, dragging it along the metal floors. It was loud enough for him to not hear you cough up more petals.

~later that week~

My condition kept getting worse and worse, to the point i was barely able to breath. I've consulted the duke, however nothing seemed to work. No matter how much medicine, herbs or other medicinal items i jammed into my body, it just won't go away.

I was asked to come over Lady Dimitrescus castle, i'm not exactly sure why. Maybe she heard of this 'hanahaki' disease?

As i make my way to the castle, lycans started to follow me. Even more than before, why was this happening?

I finally arrive at the castle, the lycans seem to be watching me very carefully. I hear the doors open, and out came a tall lady. "Ah, Y/N! I'm glad you came! Come in." She said, holding the door open for me.

I walked in and was immediately tackled with a hug. "Uncle Y/N! You came!" Exclamed Daniela, one of Lady Dimitrescus daughters. "Oh, uh... hello Daniela." I say, hugging back. I never imagined them to warm up to me. "Now now Daniela, me and your Uncle Y/N have something to discuss."

"Aww man... well, i'll see you around Uncle Y/N!" She waved goodbye to me. "I'll see you around, Daniela." I say as i wave back. As soon as her footsteps were no longer in range, i spoke up. "So.. what did you want to talk about..?" I carefully asked the tall woman, not wanting to be sliced to bits. "Well, as i said before, the duke has informed me of something related to your wellbeing."

"So... you've heard about this.. 'hanahaki' disease, i assume...?" I say as i tense up even more. "The duke told me about it, and when i asked why he was informing me about this, he simply stated it had something to do with you. So tell me, do you have it?" She asked me with a concerned expression.

"W-well.. I-.." i say, sighing. "Yes, as far as i know." I reply, not wanting to lie to her. "As much as i dislike that wretched man, Heisenberg, i must ask, is he the object of your affection?" I froze. "Well... uh-" i cut myself off as i break into a fit of coughs growing more and more violent than the last. "Oh dear- MAIDS!" She called out, panicking, as blood and petals fall out of my mouth. She patted my back as i continue to cough. "So... it is Heisenberg.. I am terribly sorry Y/N i did not know this would happen.." she said, apologetically.

"I-it's alright-" i break into another fit of coughs. But instead of petals, this time, there were fully grown flowers. "i.. i can't b-breath.." i say almost blacking out. The last thing i see and hear are the maids, Lady Dimitrescu shouting to get the duke, and the door opening to reveal... Lord Heisenberg..? "Goddammit, out of my way-!" Was the last thing i heard before blacking out.

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I woke up to the duke. I sat upright, "what... happ-" i was then cut off by the duke. "You're awake! Honestly, i.. didnt know if you would wake up.." he said sadly. "Thankfully, i was able to patch you up just fine. And after days and hours of research, i finally found an alternative to your hanahaki!" The duke said, switching from a sad, to a cheerful mood.

My eyes light up, "W-wait, really!?" I said as a smile creeps up on my face. The duke gives me a small bottle, "Here, take this. Free of charge!" He said as he smiles brightly. "Now, you should drink it as soon as possible. Lord Heisenberg is waiting for you outside."

"I will, thank you duke!" I said as i waved him goodbye. As I walked to the gates, I take the small bottle and drink it. Within seconds, the flowers were gone. I could finally breath again!

Walking out with a small smile, I saw Lord Heisenberg. "Oh, hey-!.. uh.. i mean, hey. You're awake, lets... get back to the factory..." he stammered out.

..

Was it just me, or were there tears on his face..?

The walk to the factory was silent, but as we walk up to the factory gates, he stops dead in his tracks. "Before we go in, I just uh.. wanted to let you know that the duke let me know about how you really felt about me." He said. "And.. after a long time of thinking about it.." he cuts himself off as his cheeks turn red,

"...I like you too." He confesses.

But,

I don't feel any different.

I don't have butterflies in my stomach.

I don't even feel my face heating up.

It was like...

I was never inlove with him in the first place.

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Heisenberg... but.. I dont feel the same way anymore. I think... it was that small bottle the duke gave me, but.. I am sorry, i don't feel the same way." "W-wait.. you're.. you're joking, right...?" I watch as his expression goes from flustered to heartbreak. "..." i grow silent.

"Let's... let's get inside... we'll catch a cold if we don't." I say, opening the doors to the factory, not wanting the situation to get more awkward. "...Y... yeah... just, gimme a minute.." he says as his voice was slightly shaking. "Alright.. just... please be quick, you'll get a cold." I said, walking in and closing the door on him.

[Heisenbergs pov]

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Heisenberg... but.. I dont feel the same way anymore. I think... it was that small bottle the duke gave me, but.. I am sorry, i don't feel the same way."

"W-wait.. you're.. you're joking, right...?" I say with my voice slightly shaking. Dammit.. god... fucking...

DAMMIT...!

Just when i thought i finally found the love of my life, he's stripped away from me.

"..." he was silent.

I could feel the heartbreak slowly filling me up.

"Let's... let's get inside... we'll catch a cold if we don't."

"...Y... yeah... just, gimme a minute.." i stammer while i try not to break down infront of him.

"Alright.. just... please be quick, you'll get a cold." He says, as he walks in and shuts the door. Heh.. it's cute how he still worries about me when..

Nevermind.

I need some time to thi-

My thoughts were interrupted when i started to violently cough. What i didn't expect though...

Was a flower petal.

"..."

"Heh..."

"So this is what he felt." I said, as i look at the bloody flower petal in my hand.

[maxirueee]

AU Alberu's POV as the experimented Beru

Alberu: Cale?

Cale: ...nggh..yes?

Cale rubs his eyes as he tried to open them slowly only to see his lover looking right at him with a nervous expression.

Alberu: I suddenly had a bad dream.

Cale: It's literally 3am in the morning.

Alberu: mm..yea- well *fidgeting*

Cale: Spit it out. What was your bad dream about Beru?

Alberu: DON'T CALL ME THAT ANYMORE- PLEASE just please I'm begging you...

Cale was in deep shock that his lover raised his voice at him just because of what? He called him by his nickname?

Cale: Didn't you tell me multiple times that I should stop calling you 'hyung' when we finally got together?

Alberu: I-its not that.. I just-

Cale: Tell me what's wrong Beru.

Alberu: THAT'S the PROBLEM.

Cale: Which is??

Alberu: That nickname, in my dream I was suddenly trapped in a flat boxed screen, I couldn't move but all I could do was smile. Smiling while looking towards the horizon which seemed endless. White. Blank.

ALberu: After a few minutes I suddenly heard voices. At first, there were a lot of compliments about how radiant I loo-

Cale: Are you even sure that's a bad dream?

Alberu: Yeah it is a bad dream!

Cale: Aren't you just totally flaunting how good-looking you are? You're srsly waking me up in the middle of the night because of this? I'm going back to slee-

Alberu: I SWEAR THAT'S NOT IT!

Cale looks back at Alberu who had a look of desperation. Cale couldn't distinguish if what he's seen rolling down the face of his beloved was sweat or tears. Maybe both. Well, he might as well comfort his lover since that was his job. Alberu: I heard giggles, squeals, people were shrieking with how I finally appeared. They kept saying that I looked so dazzling, how I sparkled. They were even speaking the same annoying lines that you tell me every time with your glib tongue.

Cale: Whatever do you mean oh shining sun of the Roan Empi-

Alberu: My point exactly *glaring at Cale*

Cale: Alright go on.

Alberu: It went on for days, I couldn't tell how long I was trapped in that frame-like screen window, all of a sudden I reverted back to my dark elf form.

Cale continues to stare at him, already feeling bored as he watched Alberu continue ranting his struggle of a mere dream. Although he found it amusing as he heard him say the next lines.

Alberu: But it didn't stop there, my hair color suddenly changed to a blood-red color just like yours Cale. I was the spitting image of you. And the voices agreed on how we really are sworn brothers if we just switched hair colors.

Cale: Hoh...

'There must be something more to this if it actually made the emperor of the Roan Kingdom have buckets of sweat rolling down his pretty face.'

Alberu: It was until I heard somebody say, 'How about a Pink Haired Beru?'

Cale: Huh?

Alberu: My hair color immediately changed to pink, then sky blue, then green, then orange, then red again. I didn't know when it'd stop but I couldn't even budge. Even when I wanted to so bad.

Alberu looked dead straight in Cale's eyes, with both his hands firmly holding his partner's shoulders, but ironically he was shaking. Alberu Crossman was shaking in fear. For what reason? Is this another one of the Sun God's pranks to his lover? Perhaps it was the God of Death again? He continues to ponder at the annoying thought that maybe divine beings were messing around his precious people again but stopped as Alberu continued speaking his worries.

Alberu: I thought it was okay since it was just a hair color change..then a woman's voice asked with great anticipation, "HOW ABOUT A BALD AND A MOHAWKBERU?"

Alberu: I continued to smile, even when my luscious golden blonde hair was instantly gone and I was suddenly bald. BALD! I saw numerous hearts floating in front of me and I could hear the mockery and laughter of beings I could not even see. Yet I continued to smile.

Cale was speechless.

Alberu: For some reason, I could read the words floating in front of me. "EVERYBODY GIVE IT UP FOR THE ROAN KINGDOM'S FAVORITE SHINING SUN- BALDBERU" is what it said. More hearts appeared at a scary rate and I couldn't even shout or move. I was terrified.

Alberu glared at the person in front of him like a mad man. Cale just shut up and listened to whatever he said, Alberu really looked mental.

Alberu: The woman from a while ago spoke again, I swear her voice was scary beyond belief. She added "Okay everybody hold up- Now imagine DELINQUENT HAIRCUT AlBERU"

Alberu: My hair suddenly grew back twice as much and it was styled into this weird looking hairdo...

Cale continued to have his stoic face which made Alberu feel relieved. Little does he know Cale was on the verge of laughing his ass off-

ALberu: I suddenly heard "JOSUBERU I CAN'T WITH THIS FANDOM- YA'LL REALLY DID IT U PUNKS" again from that mortifying woman since earlier, apparently it was done by a group of people claiming to be my fans?! BUT THE MONSTROSITY THEY'VE- no that wasn't even half of it

Cale: 'There's actually more?! PFFFFFT' I see, continue then. The prince saw his darling sweetheart Cale shaking as if he was sympathizing with what he was going through. At that very moment, he felt touched by his lover's empathy towards himself.

Alberu: The horrors didn't end just there as I was still waiting for the whole nightmare to be over, they were begging for a 'Voldeberu' which I don't even understand, at that point, I SUDDENLY LOST MY NOSE!!

I WAS BALD AGAIN AND MY NOSE DISAPPEARED YET I WAS STILL SMILING. I HAVE NEVER FELT SO MUCH FEAR IN MY LIFE.

Alberu: Somebody then proposed a 'Clowberu' AND MY FACE SUDDENLY BECAME A CLOWN WEARING MAKEUP. The hardships I had to take while staying still like a fucking mannequin. BUT IT STILL DIDNT STOP THERE.

Cale almost broke into laughter as he wanted to continue listening to his lover's amusing dream! If he laughs now Alberu might as well punch him in the face.

Alberu: I wanted to cry, I pleaded with the Sun God in my head that I want this to stop but I didn't get what I wanted. Instead, a chatbox suddenly appeared, I almost pissed my pants reading at the schemes of those so-called 'fans' had for me.

Cale: Oho.. what did you s-see then? 'Pfft'

Alberu: "LET'S MAKE HIS SKIN GREEN WITH ONLY ONE EYE, MIKE WAZOWSKIEBERU" "We need a butt, BUTTBERU" "I still didn't get my mohawhkberu!" "TWIN TAILESBERU" "AFROBERU!" "MONKBERU!" "SANGWOOBERU" "COWBERU" "UCHIHABERU" "I SAY NUNBERU! NUNBERU SUPREMACY RISE!!!!!!"

I DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT MIKE WAZOWSKI BERU! BUT THEY WANT MY HEAD TO BE A COW?! HOW COULD THEY TO THE EMPEROR OF THE RO-

Cale couldn't handle it anymore he bursts out laughing, almost in tears.

Cale: BUHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!!! If only I was there to see it all! I ca- I CANT! MIKE WAZOW- WAZOWSKI HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH AND AFRO?! HAHAHAHAHAHA

Alberu: How could you be laughing at my pain?!

Cale: Oh dear emperor of mine, isn't it fine that you have such 'entertaining fans' of yours?

Alberu: Entertaining can't even describe those lots... They all praised me for how I was the rising sun of the Roan Kingdom as they humiliated my every being. To the point where they even planned on turning me into 'LIGHTBULBERU'. A FUCKING LIGHTBULB BECAUSE THEY WANT ME TO SHINE LITERALLY. A WALKING FLASHLIGHT KING. ME. ALBERU CROSSMAN.

Cale: PFFT HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Alberu: Haaaahh... You don't understand because you were never in my position. Those fans were a bunch of lunatics I say, LUNATICS!

What Alberu doesn't know is that we, the fandom won't just stop there...

Alberu felt shivers down his spine as he recalled the very vivid and realistic experience he had inside his dream.

Cale: I am so telling this to Tasha, my esteemed and very much adored Beru <3

Alberu: JUST CALL ME HYUNG PLEASE!!

The trauma seemed to have sunken deep into his mind that every time Cale calls him by that nickname, he subconsciously touches his hair and nose in order to reassure himself that it's still there.

I'm tagging these superb beings for making the thread LEGENDARY: @cale-alberu @chunnicalesimp @thescarletguard @trashduchesshenituse-reblogs @farmercale @just-a-sleepy-person @annerisk @pile-of-sticks @trash-duchess-henituse @icyteaa

[woodsteingirl]

chapter two is out here! or read below the cut!

Dean turned the key to unlock the door. they all stepped inside, still in their moment of Revelation. the silence was eventually broken by jack saying, “why’s it empty?”

“It’s ‘cause our furniture isn’t here yet,” Cas explained. Dean tacked on that it would be arriving sometime today. In the meantime, before the stuff arrived, Dean took the time to explain what exactly this endeavor meant for everyone. He had applied online for a mechanic job the week prior, they had only gotten back to him to tell him he got the job the day before. Dean was still reeling from everything happening so fast. it’s like everything hed wanted for so many years was finally coming to fruition, and it was an adjustment.

Cas had signed both Jack and Claire up for school. Jack was going into first grade and Claire into her senior year of high school. Obviously, Claire was older than that, but she could pass as younger just for a little while, while everything was sorted out. Plus she could gather valuable intel that way. The hard part would be getting her to agree to this plan. Jack, on the other hand, was completely thrilled about starting school. He couldn’t wait to be able to have friends his own age. Cas didn’t have much to do throughout the day, but with the other stay-at-home parents in the neighborhood, he was sure he could find some way to help out.

Snapping out of his daydream, Dean took the time to explain how everything would go in the next month or so. “I got a job at the repair shop down the road, Cas will stay here and look after everything, Jack will go to school like we planned, and Claire, we sort of set you up in school again.”

“Wow, you guys are really on a kick of making life decisions without asking me arent you!”

“Claire, it was the best option at the time, we needed the intel from kids that age, and its not like Dean or I could just walk in and ask,” Cas explained.

There was no doubt about it, she reacted as expected. Even though shed only been out of school for a year or so, she’d never enjoyed it when she was involved, so the thought of going back made her sick to her stomach. Since there was really no where to stomp off too, as the entire house was empty, she settled for sitting on the floor behind the kitchen island to process. Some ten minutes later Dean came and sat down on the floor next to her.

“Look, I get it. Nothing can be perfect for us, but sometimes you just gotta tough it out and it’ll be better than you think.”

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(This is a flashback to the action point just so everyone knows whats happening)

It was a normal Tuesday evening. The couple was eating dinner just as normal. Quiet conversation, and unspoken glances were commonplace for them, so the feeling over eerie silence was nothing new, and neither thought anything of it. They didn’t even hear the sound of the door open. Did the door even open?

The husband reached across the table for the salt, his wife screamed in horror when she caught sight of the tall hooded figure above him. The town was small and she shouldve known who it was at first sight, but unfortunately, when youre about to be stabbed, those things dont come as easy. She reached across the table for her phone to call 911, but she didnt make it before the figure had stabbed her husband and was moving on to her. Those were the last thoughts she had before being found in a pool of her own blood the next morning.

The neighbor had heard them and called the cops. News spread like the blight, and everyone was taken in for questioning, so far, no motive or prime suspects had been declared. It had been a month since, and the police presence was now slim to none, even though almost no progress had been made into the actual investigation. That’s just how it is when you have to solve a murer case with nothing to go on but a dead couple and a town of suburbanites.

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(this is bak in normal time just fyi)

After about half an hour of just trying to process what was happening, Claire was ready to go back to join the rest of her family in putting their furniture together. Cas was sitting on the floor in front of what looked like it could be a table, if you positioned it correctly.

“You need some help?” She asked.

“Yes, if it isnt too much to ask, I could use an extra hand,” he gestured to the manual, “it says you need two people here anyway.”

Claire sat down next to cas and took the manual from his hands, “what step are you even on? None of the pictures look like whatever you’ve managed to create.”

Upstairs, Dean was trying to show Jack how to use an impact driver, “look, I know youre only like what? Five? But its never too early to learn how to use a set of tools.” He handed the tool over to Jack, it looked wildly disproportionate in his hands but that’s not what mattered, what mattered was the fact that he was having a bonding moment with his son, a positive one too. He was bridging the gap of what he missed in his childhood, and giving Jack what he had wanted.

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The next day was spent almost exclusively on introductions. First they went over and greeted their new neighbors on each side, Tracey and Paul Wayne on their right, and Peter and Vicky David on their left. It seemed to them that neither of them had much of a clue as to what was going on regarding the murder, seeing as that was not mentioned even in passing. However it could be basic politeness and not wanting to scare your new neighbors away. Both couples were in their mid-fiftes and greeted them kindly. The Waynes had a wooden statue of an eagle with some pro-America quote on it, and that was one of the most memorable things about them. The other memorable thing was their brigh red Volkswagon Beetle in the driveway. Dean silently noted a love of older cars as something to connect over in case he ever needed to get closer to them. The Davids had 6 small dogs, and that was their defining trait, they seemed like the people to have “I love my shitzu” stickers plastered all over their car, but they seemed like fine enough people.

The next thing on the agenda was when someone rang their doorbell. It was a woman about their age, who had come to their door both to introduce herself, and to inform them of a house party happening later that night. The woman introduced herself as Hester Stewart from two houses down. Both Dean and Cas were glad to see that there was someone their age who didn’t have a strange amount of pets, or questionable taste in outdoor decor. They made introductions of their own, Claire and Jack even briefly appeared to say hello. They asked her for more information about the party, and she explained that it was being put on by the HOA president to distract from all that was happening, “I guess she figured one shindig would make everyone forget about the murder that happened a few houses down from her house.” She gestured down the road and to the right, apparently in the direction of the woman’s house, “Also she did ask me to invite you, I’m not just asking you to show up without anyone’s permission,” she clarified.

After that they thanked her and went on with their day. “Do you think we should attend the party later today?” Cas asked. Not looking up from the loveseat he was putting together

“I think I was planning on it, it’d be a good way to get out and meet people, not to mention gather details on what’s happening around here without looking suspicious,” Dean replied, flipping the page in the manual.

Cas agreed. Usually events like this weren’t his thing, but he could suck it up for an hour or two if it meant gathering intel. He made a mental note to prepare for more events like this one, and pushed it to the back of his mind. He found himself having to do that more often since becoming human. His angel brain could process more information than any human by hundreds, but downsizing the amount of space in his brain was an adjustment, and he found himself having to push things of the back of his mind more often.

Claire had been eavesdropping from the top of the staircase for the past exchange. Truth be told, she was almost excited to ‘meet the new neighbors’ in such a domestic fashion. She had just gotten off the phone with Kaia, she was showing her the layout of the house, as well as updating her on the situation she had gotten herself into. “They really put you back in high school?” Kaia had asked, thinking about how if anyone had done that to her, she’d’ve put up a lot more of a fight.

“They really put me back in high school,” she had replied. Maybe deep down she did want to sort of have the closure she missed in her high school years.  She missed Kaia a large amount for only not seeing her face to face for a little less than a week, but she had learned from all she’d lost, that she just had to let herself feel her feelings.

They all gathered in the empty living room shortly after. Cas explained the whole plan to Jack and her. Jack was thrilled to be getting out of the house, and getting to see new people. He’d always been a social person, even before becoming a child, but that certainly amplified his social need. This was part of the reason Dean and Cas wanted to get out of the bunker in the first place. Now that they were actually in a position for him to make friends his age, they were certainly going to make that a priority. Dean had noticed that there were more than a few kids Jack’s age in his walk around the neighborhood earlier that day.

The hours before the gathering came faster than expected. Everyone was in a rush to change into nicer clothes and make themselves not look like they’d been putting together furniture all day. (they had, but it was the act of making themselves presentable that matters in this case.) After all, weren’t first impressions the most important? Dean hadn’t really taken account the need for nice clothes this early on in his endevour, so the nicest things he had were a button down and his spare pair of jeans. Not that anyone else was much better off. Claire was wearing a skirt with a jean jacket and combat boots, Jack didn’t change at all seeing as he didn’t see the need, and who were they to argue. Cas was probably the most normal looking of them all, with his blue suit jacket paired with some jeans.

[gwendolyn-ttdrp]

Unwell Work Effort

Gwendolyn:

My ship was repaired for the most part, though everything was lost physically outside data to the Hy-Fi Cloud.

My two remaining Lyratisan females also were kidnapped into a distracting reality show in a pink girly mall.

Talk about a horror house....

Leaving me with only two sad males. But hopefully I can get the females back after the 'show' ends. I put a appeal in before they get sent off to some hybrid elite fan boy. They aren't even that well liked or popular so I can probably get them back.

*sees Jolene in the bottom*

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Thassa - 14

CeCe - 9

Kaylo - 7

Cruella - 6

Jen - 4

Laura - 4

Cersei - 2

Jolene - 1

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yes the odds are in my favor to get them back ;)

I hear the most popular contestant, isn't even a real girl but a unbelievably beautiful over the top drone made up fantasy hologram. That's just where we are as a society...

(Borin): "I cant believe you didn't make them vestial proof, do you know what this means Del. DO YOU?!"

I hear Dad's tone get hostile again and I flinch coming out of my tablet staring zone out.

I had SO much to catch up on, I missed the curing of Julian! I heard drones mutated monster tentacle wraith slits. One of the King's brothers came out pale so he looks like a clone of grandpa!

However will I catch up again!

Delores apparently tried to play Grandpa and made some new species that had use to destroy the infection.

Though it was hard to see her like she is now compared to how I remember her....so... positive and popular.

(Delores): "Well Dad I didn't have the best lab.." She looked awkwardly away from him as he twitched a little at the footage of one of her creatures getting burnt by the light. That looked painful..poor thing..

(Borin): "WHOSE fault is THAT I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!?"

"Dad. Can we jus-"

I was going to say find another solution to destroy the infection but he continues to snap.

(Borin): "No. Worst then thinking your dead.. I thought it was Gwen's fault. So how do you think THAT MADE THINGS DELORE?! "

"Wait..I..why?"

I look confused why it would be my fault..

I don't even remember how she supposedly 'died'.

(Delores): "I'm going to check on his recovery thanks for caring Dad." She leaves to go tend her burnt creature in the other room.

"Uh Dad how did she die?" I look at him expecting something traumatic for how bad ass she got since I remember.

(Borin): "She DIDNT so why talk about it Gwen. We all cnt forget trama like YOU!"

I flinch at him.

(Ra): "Ah well now we have NO Starkers immune to Vestial so....The King should give me back my upgrade and I'LL do it."

(Borin): "NO! Your too much a FREAK to mess with DNA. It could make everything WORST!"

(Ra): "Worst then Vestial."

(Spike): "One of MY children should get the upgrade...WE ran out the vestials last time.." He adds in and I try not to laugh at Sterling's reaction.

(Borin): "NO ONE IS GETTING THE UPGRADE! ITS BANNED ITS APPART OF THE PROBLUM! GOT IT!"

[irameii]

HEATHER:||: ERIC

Warnings:|| one sided love

Summary: I wish I was her....

A laugh rings throughout the air. One so familiar, you cant help but smiling automatically at the sound. His presence, one that illuminates wherever he goes. Slowly turning around, there he is ,your best friend.

There it is , a smile, a gesture so simple yet it causes a million butterflies to flutter within you and causes your mind to go fuzzy. Its like he doesn't know his own charm or the control he has over you, but no one knows. No one knows the feelings you carry within.

(Idkh these pov thingys work yet sorryy)

Eric: y/n!!!!!!. Eric yells as he jogs closer, and grabs y/n's shoulder y/n: yes Eric?* deep breath* Eric: did you do the homework for math class? * Breathe* y/n: Yeah I did.I actually finished it before class ended yesterday. Eric: you're gonna let me see it right??? *heart beating gets louder* Take a step back Y/n : nope. You should've done it. *starts walking down the hall* Thinking he's wandered off you let out a deep sigh... Knowing if you let him beg enough youd cave in and you knew better. He would never learn this way.and soon enough you could see yourself falling farther and farther into his grasp over time and he didnt even know it. You let out one more sigh before turning around to see Kevin , who cant help but look at you concerned. Kevin: whats wrong y/n?

.. You avoid eye contact. Kevin is one of those people. Someone who can tell when someones upset. He can read you well. So you knew you had to leave quickly. Y/n: I didnt get much sleep last night. So I'm feeling quite off today, its nothing serious. *nervous laughter*

He seems to kind of believe it since he just nods his head as if he can see it apparent on your face.. But something feels off, like he's pretending to believe you for your sake but you just excuse yourself and head towards the bathroom.Totally unaware he hasnt stopped looking your way since turning around as he nods to himself again as if comfirming somthing to himself before turing to head to his own class.

Y/n Pov

*splash*

*in a quiet voice* 'Whats wrong with me..'.. Its like the moment I look at him I cant help it. My heart begins to race, my stomach ends up feeling funny like there are millions of butterflies, and I get nervous and run away each time he gets closer... *Looks back at self in mirror* only if he knew...

(5 min later.)

*sigh* *walks towards math*

Other POV

You sit down before class begins , and there it is again , his laughter, but this time its different. You cant help but turn around to see whats caused the change in his voice, and its like your throat gets caught. Her. The girl he always is talking to you about.It seems like he was finally able to build the courage to talk to her. The one he wants to take to the movies to see his favorite movies with. The one he wants to show his safe places to . The one who keeps him up at night. The one he wants to wear matching clothes with. The one he wants to spend his holidays with. Her. Its her. Guess he didn't need the homework anymore afterall.

You quickly turn back around , trying to keep your emotions in. You feel yourself go colder with each sound. A tightening feeling in your chest builds everytime you hear them laughing . You sigh and breathe in slowly , praying the class ends quickly .

The moment class ended you jolt up quckly and grab your things and head towards your locker for the next class.

Y/n Pov

*sigh* *grabs snack for break*

Eric:y/n!!!

I dont respond.

Eric:y/n? Whats wrong .*looks concerned*

There he goes again.

Nothing Eric i say. He looks in disbelief. Knowing theres something off.

Eric: hmmm.You sure sure?. Hmm Well lets go with the rest of the guys. They are waiting for us for sure. *wraps arm around shoulder*

It was like a sudden new reflex. I didnt mean to. But jerking away from him seemed like the only thing that my body felt like I should do...

The look of surprise on his face made me feel embarrassed I reacted that way. And as soon as it looked like he was going to ask me what was wrong again I speed down the hall.

And there I meet the rest of the guys , thankfully.

New: thank goodness you're here. Look help me out. Changmin keeps saying this chucky doll here is cute... Come get him .

I cant help but laugh. I take a seat next to Sangyeons right side while Juyeon is on my left.

Juyeon looks towards me as i sit and smiles that crescent moon kind of smile. Of course i return it .

Y/n: I dont know about chucky being cute. But his bride is quite a beauty tho.

New:..... You... You two are something else with your horror movies... Like... You know what, forget it. *laughs in defeat.*

Y/n: *dramatic gasps* my oh my you say that like WE'RE the weird ones.🙄👀

Sunwoo and Q: periodt👀👏

Eric finally arrives.

Eric: Guys!! Guess what?

Sunwoo: you did your math homework for once?

Eric:.... Mm well Uh no, i didnt

Sangyeon: you didnt ask y/n for the answers this time?

Eric: no i did, but she said no. I got it from. H/n (her name)

Hyunjae: so thats what it is. You spoke to her?

*breathe*

Eric: yes and guys, like, I think I've maybe got a chance.

There he goes again... Her. Its all her. JUST her...

Jacob: so did you ask her out?

Eric: yeah I did. I invited her to our movie night tonight. I was gonna ask you guys if you guys were cool with it beforehand but I didnt think I would must the courage to.

Juyeon: anything for you to get the girl. We got you

New: IF he gets her. She just doesnt know the headache she's in for.

Sangyeon: Guess all that practice on y/n was worth it.

Practice...

Thats all I was....

He says it smiling towards me , not knowing the hurt his words have just caused subconsciously but I cant smile. Not even a forced one. I just pretend I didnt heard him.

Eric: yeah she told me she actually thought I was dating y/n but of course I could never. We're like siblings.

Ouch...

New: true...

Q: I dont even think eric is y/n's type anyways

I make eye contact with someone who seems to have been watching my every move.

Kevin...

He looks like he is observing everything... From my reactions to my responses.After another 3 seconds he looks away.Not saying a word either.

Everyones laughing. Everyones congratulating him.

Younghoon:y/n?

Everyone turns to face me.oh .

Y/n: hm?

I was too lost in thought. I spaced out.

Sangyeon: What time are you coming by?

Y/n: for what?

Sunwoo: for the movie. We gotta all be Eric's wingman here. He needs all the help we can offer.

Oh.. She will be there too? Can I handle it? Yes? No? No I cant handle it

Y/n: Uh i cant . I have something that just came up. I just remembered.

I lied. And sure enough. I was seen through.

Eric: like what?

Y/n: something

Q: really? What is it? Maybe we can help you out so you can come by and hang out.

Something is snapping within me. I need to leave.

Y/n: no thanks. You guys have fun.

I get up before they give me a response. I cant be around them . not until i get over these feelings. But its harder than i thought. But i dont want to take it out on them either so I should try.

Everytime We'd see each other after that. It was HER. It was either him with her or about her.

Everytime in class, itd be HER.

Every text , HER.

And the guys went along with it.

And everytime , itd hurt. A punch to the heart. And a bit tighter it would feel each time.

And the constant reminder that its just HER and will always be HER..

only if he knew.. I wish I was her.... its like the way he'd talk about her was like he was telling you the reason for his existence, the way his eyes shined when hed see her and then theyd soften when she'd smile at him,the smile he'd have when hed describe her or simply talk about her and trust me he was always proud to, or the way he tried to contain his happiness when she'd come around to speak to him just showed me all i needed to know.

He loved her. She made him happy . Thats all that mattered.

I felt one of those sad smiles form. Because though he was happy . I was not. I dont want to be reminded its not me constantly..so with thaat thought. I call it quits. Until I no longer feel this feeling. I'll distance myself so I can let go properly and move on with time.

I suddenly stopped responding to the gc messages. Slowly started to decline to hang out. But it seems it wasn't a big deal though. She was there eveytime instead.She became apart of everything they did. And with that I started to spend all my time in the library as a way to naturally distance myself. The guys were worried at first. But once i told them I needed perfect scores to get into my dream college, they decided me spending most of my time in the library for it was alright. It was for my other "dream college" so I should put it first they said. For my future they said.And then they also suddenly stopped asking me to hang out.It didnt take long.They also suddenly stopped directing messages towards me in the gc. Personal messages as well. Slowly one by one. We stopped having things to talk about ,like we've become strangers with time.. Now to just glances every now and then, that was all. Other than that, we became just like strangers. Strangers with memories....

Suddenly..

Kevin: y/n...

*Distant laughter*

I turn to look at Kevin.Sensing he had something to say but it wouldnt come out. He looks towards the table and I follow his gaze towards the table full of boys with her in it. I can only smile. I smile when they errupt with laughter at something new and sunwoo said. Happy they're happy. And with that I turn back to Kevin.

I can only smile at Kevin. No words. Just a smile.

The look on his face says he has something to say still present.

For the past 6 months. He would have that same look on his face when I'd walk past him. But hes never actually stopped me.

Kevin: y/n...

And just like that . Suddenly I'm wrapped in a warmth I didnt think I missed. And it's like it went quiet..and the sound of sniffling fills my ears , and his hold gets tighter. Oh Kevin..

THE END.

Authors note: Maybe I can male a Pt2? This one turned out bad tbh .

I did not edit this but i will later onnnn thank youuuuuu

[demon-winchester]

Tremors Behind The Veil Chapter 6

-Chapter 6- I entered the subway station... I did my research and apparently the safehouse was quite a bit closer using the subway than just walking. I finally reached the place but the door was nowhere to be found...A blank wall with some latin inscribed to it "Invented ad guy quis nulla" and I ran it through a translate app, it meant "to the guy who invented zero". What could she mean by that...I guess I can't ask her but maybe Lydia can provide me some insight. 

I started dialing up the numbers. "Well hello, that was fast" she answered her phone. "Yeah... I ran into a problem and maybe your unlimited brilliance can help me" I replied. "Oh, you're making me blush....Don't be sarcastic just tell me what you need help with" she said and i could imagine her smiling from the tone of her voice. "Alright so, does the sentence "To the guy who invented zero" mean anything to you?" I continued. "Ummmmm I can't say it does" she answered confused. "Nothing at all?" i kept asking. "Well no genius it's literally a random sentence for me" she chuckled. "Alrighty then, well, thanks for nothing" and as i said that a door started appearing and I started laughing. "What happened?" Lydia asked. "This bitch used a pun to keep her entrance shut....To the guy who invented zero, thanks for nothing." i answered basically on the floor laughing about the situation and i was CERTAIN that Lydia was rolling her eyes. "Okay, I will have to let you go now, I have some research I need to do...maybe we'll talk later" I continued. "Alright, ciao" she said and we closed the call. Now then...time to find Touch, Lien HQ and Red Tiger. After a couple of hours of research I came to a conclusion...Finding a shapeshifter would be really time draining, demons sound like a tough foe at this time so vampires it is. I'll sleep for a couple of hours and then time to head to Touch! I set up an alarm for three hours, I put on some music *Wasteland by Neoni starts playing*, I laid down on the couch and i started drifting away. I suddenly woke up in a strange city. 

There was nobody around me, it felt desolated, the buildings were almost destroyed and the place was covered with sand...it reminded me of the desert i thought. I looked around and I saw a woman standing behind me. It was Circe, the dream version of her. I approached. "I guess your help is needed again"she smiled. "We need to start meeting under better circumstances" i smirked. "That is quite true Aiden" she answered, "I believe you chose Touch....That was quite the decision, Sylvia will tell you what you need to know and it's time for you to leave i believe" she concluded and the alarm started ringing. I got up, I took a bath and i started getting ready. Black boots,black jeans,dark red shirt,grey jacket,earrings, rings, chain and i was ready to go. Suddenly the phone started ringing and it was Lydia. "Hey, watch up" i said answering the phone. "Sup dude, what is your superhero ass doing" she said snarkily. "Oh shut up" I replied "Just getting ready to go to a club". "Ohhh spicy...I didnt know the job description had partying" she said. "Yeah of course.... You know i hate these places, you dont have to be an ass about it" I said laughing it off. "So tell me, how come you go then?" she asked. "I mean, i am still searching for Circe..plus i need my sword back if I am to have a chance." i answered. "Okay wait for me, im coming with you" she said. "Oh stay where you are love, you aint coming with me, shit could get really bad really fast" i said to her with a watchfull tone. "And that's exactly why i'm coming, you need support from a friend when shit gets down" she pridfully replied. "No offence but if something bad happens the only friend i need is a fucking nuke so sorry not sorry, you're staying where you are" i said. "You know how much i hate you sometimes don't you?" she complained. "Well let me prove you otherwise, let's say i owe you a coffee..how does that sound?" I teased her. "Just that?...No deal, you still suck" she chuckled. "A coffee aaaand i'll have you on comms while i go to the club...i could really use a friend on a sucky place" i said wih a small smile. "It's Saturday night and you think i'll stand by on comms and keep you company?.... You are absolutely right" she replied and i could almost see her smile. "Fantastic just an fyi though, since it's kind of undercover i won't be able to answer you every time...just so you wont get worried"i said. "Alright" she replied. It was time to go. "Let's find Sylvia" i thought to myself while passing by the bouncer and he didn't seem amused. I was walking down the corridor, it was like a small tunnel leading to the entrance. The walls had some kind of fur, people leaning on them, some laughing, some puking, some staring. Purple and pink lamps lit the whole place and they made it feel like a fever dream. "These are going to be a bitch to walk through while drunk" I uttered silently. Following the music i arrived to the main room opening the doors.The room was gigantic. Glass panels were on the roof, cages with dancers inside them and a door on the other side of the room,the boss's room I thought. People were dancing, drinking and having fun... these places were never my kind of thing. I sat on the bar and I ordered a red wine. " A wine on a club....either a meeting or you're just boring" said the barwoman handing me my glass. "Maybe both, maybe neither" i said taking a sip. "So tell me what else do you do except pouring drinks and judging people darling." I continued. "ohhh the barwoman....spicy" Lydia said through the comms. "A man being just a bit of an asshole and not a full fledged one, a rare kind these days but nevertheless don't try hitting on the barwoman, you never know what she'll pour on your drink kid" said the barwoman with a wink. "I dont mix bussiness with pleasure unfortunately" i said. "Are you sure unfortunately is the right word?" the barwoman said interrupting me. "Ouchhh ruthless but i'll let it pass. Tell me though, do you know a woman called Sylvia? I heard she's running this place" i continued. "And who wants to talk to her?" said the barwoman. "Circe" I replied. "You don't really seem like a Circe but you do you, i'll go get her for you" the barwoman said smiling and she started leaving. " So, is hitting on the barwoman part of the undercover mission?" Lydia said. "Well no but if you form a small connection with a person, even someone who doesnt know your name, they are more likely to help you." i answered taking a sip of the wine. "I am so fucking sure you drank a bit of wine after saying that just too feel smart" Lydia said annoyed and I almost chocked from laughing. "Okay shhhhh i think she's coming" i said wiping wine of my face. "Oh you sir are not Circe" said the woman.  

"Hello. sorry for using this name but i need to talk to you...somewhere more privately" i said in an apologetic tone. "Haha, no" she groaned. "Im sorry, what?" i asked. "What you just heard. You think you can barge in here and use her name?!" she said. With that she extended her arm, she hit me on my chest and I was now put up against the wall with the drinks. You could hear the shattering of the bottles and the whole place smelled of expensive vodka. I tried to move her hand but she was still keeping me there. She started hitting me again and again. "Why" was all I could mutter through the hits. "Why?!?!?!" she asked angry. "You barge in my club uninvited and you refer to yourself as Circe. You degenerate, you should've known what using this name in here would've caused you! ". She dropped me down and I could hear Lydia talking worried through the comms. "And who is your little friend talking to you." Sylvia continued. She took the Bluetooth out of my ear and she continued hitting me. "You leave her out of this" I screamed and she started laughing while kicking me in the face. "You dare talk to me like that inside my own domain you filth! I am the queen of the vampires and when I talk you bow! Now it's time to find your friend...." she said. I couldn't let this happen. I summoned my armor, I was still wounded wearing it but I had no choice. "Ugh, i never liked reapers... I knew that horrid musk was coming from you, I could smell you before you entered." she groaned. "Ohhh and I just had a bath before coming here... I'm gonna write a strongly worded email to the shampoo company" I said spilling while blood and looking at her with a smile. "We have a witty one today...They tend to taste a bit bitter. So you think you're funny?" she said. "What can I say, a jester fit for a queen" I continued with a stupid grin. And with that she kicked me on the stomach, at this point I could taste my own blood. "You'll show respect when I talk to you!" she yelled and she continued hitting me. "I'll break you tonight and I'll wipe that stupid smile off your face even if I have to sew your mouth shut" she continued with an evil grin. She grabbed me by the neck and she held me up."TURN OFF THE MUSIC" she yelled, silence befell the room and everyone was looking at her "THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS TO ANYONE WHO DISRESPECTS ME!" she screamed and you could see all the people saying "yes miss" with fangs in their mouths. I walked right into a nest. Circe had told me that but I thought normal humans would be among them.How many people are actually Accursed..... Suddenly one of the bouncers opened the doors, wounded and horror itself swam throughout his eyes. A black whip emerged from behind him, wrapping him and dragging him right before our eyes... His screams suddenly stopped.

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

Mindful Confrontation

Written as a request from @heavy-metal-papillon who not only supplied the requested plot but creatively reconstructed the song Confrontation from Jeckyll and Hyde to fit the context of the story. This was a lot of fun to write, thank you for requesting it! I hope it fits what you had in mind.

Summary: Thomas' friends convince him to check out a new karaoke bar and encourage him to perform. Technical difficulties make improv imperative for the show to go on but can singing really settle the warring landscape?

Warnings: anxiety induced spiraling thoughts, if there are more please let me know

Ships: none

WC: 2, 389

The bar is loud as Thomas makes his way to an empty booth lead expertly by Joan and Talyn. Nerves twisted in his gut as he took in how large it actually was on the inside, the stage set up for karaoke sitting front and center with the tables placed strategically so no ones view would be blocked. He took a deep breath as he settled himself on the cushioned bench, reminding himself that he needed this.

It had been Joan's idea initially, taking him to a karaoke bar to loosen up after the stress they'd both been under lately. Supposedly they served good food and the regular performers were worth the watch.

"Sing if you want." Joan had said. "Everyones really nice and would love to hear someone new onstage."

Thomas glanced at them now, happily skimming through the menu and pointing things out to Talyn who nodded along as best they could over the noise. It seemed like the performing wouldnt be starting for a while yet...which reminded him...

"I'm gonna go sign up, be back in a minute." Joan looked up and smiled, they and their date mate giving enthusiastic thumbs up. Turning with a grin, Thomas straightened his shirt and made his way over to the side stage where a small line had already started forming.

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In the mindscape, Janus sat on the couch a little ways away from a pouting Roman, watching Virgil fidget endlessly with the sleeves of his hoodie and wear a literal hole in the floor with his pacing. Being in someone's head was an odd thing at times.

"You can't possibly expect us to do this! Theres so many people we dont know hear!"

"Wouldn't that be beneficial to us? There's a good chance this is the first and last time wed see any of them." Janus replied smoothly.

Ignoring him, Virgil continued on. "What if Thomas's voice cracks? What if the song glitches and he's left singing with no music and then it picks up and it'll be out of sync and he freezes because it's confusing and everyone laughs? What if we don't know the lyrics as well as we thought we did and the screen cuts out and we forget the song and everyone laughs? What if we try to move around and trip because the stage is unfamiliar and we fall off and break our neck and the last thing we ever did was sing a shitty song at a shitty bar and-"

"Everyone laughs?" Janus finished dryly.

"Why would someone laugh at our death? What are you trying to say you vile vindictive villain?!" Roman leapt from the couch making Virgil flinch as a samurai sword appeared in his hand to point at the deceitful side.

"Vindictive? The only revenge I'm seeking today is on whoever decided the shirt Thomas is wearing should be seen in public after having worn it two days in a row already."

"We were in a hurry and he barely wore it in those two days since he spent most of them sleeping! It's fine!"

"We already wore the shirt?! What if people can tell it hasn't been washed? What if someone sees the wrinkles and decides we're an unclean slob? What if-"

"Virgil! Breathe please." At the reminder Virgil began his standard breathing exercise as Janus poked the tip of the sword still pointing at his face and lowered it to a non threatening level. "And Roman, do keep waving around a dangerous weapon it totally isn't making Virgil's anxiety worse."

Grumbling Roman snapped the sword back out of existence and plopped back down on the couch. Sighing Janus tuned back into what Thomas was doing just as he was looking through the song list. A song leapt out at him almost immediately, making Janus send the suggestion quietly to their manifestor for consideration, smiling as it was chosen and they began walking back towards the booth.

"I believe you'll like the choice in song Roman. Perhaps you can vent a bit."

Raising an eyebrow Roman quickly concentrated to bring himself up to speed on what had transpired while he was sulking.

"A little on the nose isn't it?" Virgil paused his pacing at Roman's snide remark, tilting his head in question.

"Jeckyll and Hyde's Confrontation?" That's technically a duet right? How the hell is that going to work?"

"I'm sure Roman can manage. Unless he wants one of us to help?" Janus peered out from under the rim of his hat at the side on question who was currently scowling over at him.

"Why don't you both help sing it? That way you can both work out whatever it is you need to. Roman's good on stage and Janus...you know the musical right? Oh God you do know it right because if you just picked it at random-"

"Relax Fidget and Hide it'll be fine." Roman scowl turned smug at the word play that Virgil didn't bother responding to, instead shooting Janus a final panicked glanced before going back to...well...fidgeting.

------

Thomas fidgeted in the booth nervously, making Talyn glance over in worry.

"You okay? It's a pretty big crowd, you can still back out if it makes you nervous."

Thomas felt a sliver of false reassurance curl around his tongue, opening his mouth almost against his will as he smiled convincingly.

"I'm fine really. It is a big crowd, but I feel like this will be good for me you know?"

"Yeah man, you really need to get out more." Joan flashed him a smile that let Thomas know he was mostly kidding, which he appreciated. Breathing deep he reminded himself to thank Janus later. A fleeting feeling of gratitude that wasn't his own welled in his chest and he smiled to himself. Message recieved apparently.

The performers were great, some obvious regulars and some anxious newbies but the mix didn't dampen his enjoyment in the slightest. As the music swelled around him he felt himself relaxing, grinning as someone started in on an Evenescence song that he knew would appeal to his youngest side. He could imagine the emo sitting in all his glory wherever they went when not manifested in front of him. As they got further down the list however his nerves began to fray. Any moment now his name would be called and he'd have to go onstage in front of so many new faces and he'd done it before but that had been performances and this was a bar and-

"Thomas." He whipped his head around to see Joan pointing at the stage. "They called your name! Break a leg!"

Smiling nervously, he stood and quickly made his way to the stage, wiping sweaty palms on his already sweaty jeans to a smattering of applause as the audience realized the person who was called was about to go on.

Just imagine them naked. Impatiently he shook the Intrusive thought away and zeroed in on the blank screen. A tech worker jogged up to him and his heart dropped. Surely not-

"I apologize but we've been having problems with the screen lately and it stopped working for the night. You're welcome to use your phone or forfeit if you'd be uncomfortable."

A sudden surge of confidence had words spilling of their own accord, barely there panic twisting his stomach. "It's okay. I can handle it."

The music began low and he drew in a steadying breath, opening his mouth where he knew the lyrics started.

------

"The screen died? What kind of hellscape is this?! I told you, I said what if the screen dies though I guess it didnt happen while we were singing but still! Do you even know the lyrics?" Roman shrugged where he stood in front of the couch, unfazed by circumstance.

"We'll figure it out Nightmare on Emo Street, calm down."

"Figure it-what do you mean you'll figure it out?"

The music started and Roman simply took a stance and began to sing, the sorrowful tone matched by his deep base vibrating the mind scape pleasantly.

"It’s over now, from what I know.

This world’s not what it seems.

It hurts that he would stoop so low.

A fatal blow for one poor dashing Prince."

Janus raised an eyebrow as he sat up straighter. Improv. Impressive. Beside him, Virgil groaned and hid his face, seemingly content to wait out whatever horror he percieved this to be.

"They do not see my tragedy,

Do not see my intent.

The stain of this snake’s evil

Would forever kill the good we all had meant."

Janus narrowed his eyes as Roman turned to him fully, the intent and purpose of the lyrics clear to him now as the Prince lamented on.

"Am I a good man?

Am I a bad man?

Eternal question. But will the answer ever…?"

The last note lingered as Janus stood. Fine, he thought. If this is how he wants to play it, I'll give him something to kick at.

"Do you really think

That I would ever let this go?

Do you think without me he’ll be free?"

He smirked knowingly as Roman stepped back, twisting Hyde's words into something closer to himself to throw back.

"If you do, I’m sad to say

It simply isn’t so.

You will never block his life from me!"

Roman glared and stood straighter, sweeping his arm as if to banish the other from his sight.

"All that he needs is to look in a mirror.

Good, honest life – and you’ll disappear!"

"I was the one who did give him that mirror,

So, I’m afraid, I will still be here."

"All that you’ll do is make our life a nightmare,

All you’ll achieve is high self-esteem!

All that I wanted for him – to chase his dream!"

Janus grimaced as he caught sight of angry tears gathering in Roman's eyes. Hardening his resolve, he clenched his fists to glare right back, refusing to back down from what this simple karaoke had become.

"Will you ever catch it, friend?

This chase will never end!

His procrastination still goes on!

So, I want to stay,

No matter how you may object!

I can give him power to move on."

His tone begged to be listened to, pleading eyes catching the royals in an effort to make him understand. He took a step back as a sword was once again pressed alarmingly close to his face.

"Soon you’ll slip up and deceive us all over!

We can’t allow you to have control!"

"Roman, hold on, move your train of thought slower,

For all I know, we’re all parts of his soul."

"He doesn’t need you to live, like he needs me,

He can be whole with no selfish snake!

Getting rid of you will be a piece of cake!"

His staff materialized in his hand as he brought it sweeping down to catch the blade safely in its crook, slamming the tip down into the floor as he delivered the next verse.

"I’ll stay among you forever!"

"No!" Roman desperately tugged at his weapon, gritting his teeth as it refused to budge.

With a sweep of his arm the sword was free from the floor, twisting in the air before crashing beside the couch, staff now jabbed painfully close to Roman's face. "Keep in mind that I earned my seat."

"No!" Roman lunged, but Janus hooked his arm and dragged him to the side with minimal effort.

"And I’ll make it my new endeavor

To guide him and prove to you all that

I’m more than Deceit!" Stalking forward, the staff's crook was jammed under Roman's chin as he stared down at him backed into a wall, eyes wide but devoid of fear as he seemed to consider the words before shaking them off.

"Will you stop? It’s

Over now! It’s time to go!"

Roman grabbed the staff and yanked it sideways, making Janus lose his grip and stumble to come face to face with his adversary.

Smirking he bowed low. "Oh no, no, after you!"

"If I go you'll go too!"

"I’ll just shapeshift and I’ll be you."

"No! Deciet, leave him be!"

"Can’t you see? He needs me!"

"No! Stop this fight!"

"I'm his side! I won't hide!"

"No never!"

"Yes forever!"

"Give up, you snake! Crawl back to whatever hole you came from!" Roman shoved forward and practically snarled out his last line, towering over a fallen Janus.

"You’ll get there too, Roman." Hat swept somewhere unknown he simply stared at the other, chests heaving in sync as the anger finally eased, if only by a fraction.

A chuckle bubbled up in his chest, starting Roman who took a second to consider him before a grin split his face as well. The tension snapped as laughter filled the space between them, Roman doubling over as tears dripped down his face.

"What the hell did we just do?"

Janus cackled and shook his head. "Created a masterpiece that's going to raise questions I'm sure."

"Hey you morons, you do realize you had Thomas sing that right? You're weird venty improv was just projected to an entire bar!" They both looked up at Virgils outburst to see the side in question shaking on the couch, beside him a grinning Remus shoveling (popcorn?) into his mouth. Patton stood beside them starry eyed and smiling while Logan remained at the table with a questioning look that seemed to suggest he had missed most of the context for the scene in front of him. Janus and Roman spared eachother another look before bursting into another fit of laughter.

------

"Sooo....didn't know the song huh?" Joan asked curiously as Thomas sat down. At his head shake, they simply grinned. "The improv was seriously impressive though. Janus and Roman? Genius!"

Thomas grinned sheepishly as his nerves finally settled, his smile wavering as another set of emotions came forth he didn't recognize.

"Hey, you okay?"

A feeling of peace settled over him like a blanket of fresh snow, crisp and clean as his mind cleared for what felt like the first time in weeks. A genuine smile stretched across his face as he answered.

"Yeah. Yeah, you know what? I'm great actually." He sat back and relaxed, looking at Talyn and Joan in turn.

"I feel better."

This work along with other one shots is available on AO3!

[taezhu]

mafia!mark

you're drinking coffee and working on an assignment for university when you first meet mark

You remember that so well because it was quite a meeting indeed

Or rather you didnt exactly meet him at all - his existence was kind of thrown in your face

you had taken out your earphones because you could hear some shouting and were a little confused

and you see one guy run past the window of the coffee shop and you think there must be some drama

but then another man runs past and then darts back into the coffee shop and looks around at everyone

and he meets your eyes and nods once, running over to you and taking the seat opposite to you

and you're dumbfounded because what is he doing?? Why is he sitting with you??

He pulls off his jumper, tossing it beside you, messes up his hair and removes his face mask

ooh hes kinda cute

what are you saying hes literally probably a criminal

he shuts your laptop and reaches for your hand and obviously you pull your hand away and he just looks at you with wide eyes

"please can you pretend to be my girlfriend for like 2 minutes, it's really important"

and you're apprehensive but he genuinely looks scared and you feel kinda bad for him

"Just so you know, holding my hand doesn't automatically make you my boyfriend"

he smiles uncomfortably and looks down to the table, attempting to be a boyfriend you assume

so you genuinely ask him a question about it

"I'm guessing you haven't had a girlfriend before then?"

he looks up to you and doesn't answer for a moment, then shakes his head

so you hum, pulling put your phone and showing him the first thing that comes up on Instagram

"who are you hiding from? someone tried to mug you?"

he shakes his head and tells you he can't answer that

"Can I at least know your know your name?"

and he tells you its mark, and you're a little confused because he doesn't look like mark

"I'm from Canada, visiting a friend out here"

and there wasnt much other conversation because mark got a call and dashed out of there without saying another word

but you don't forget mark, you remember him quite clearly and were kinda annoyed that he just dashed

Though it was pushed to the back of your mind with everything else going on

Until one day hes standing at your front door with flowers and you're apprehensive at first but he tells you sorry

"I shouldn't have just left without even saying bye, or thanking you or anything. It was a dick move"

or rather he told the others what he did and they told him to apologise to you, which he did

but you'll act like that's not the case for now

and mark kind of shoves the flowers in your hands and then goes to walk away but you stop him

"you're not even going to come in for tea?"

"I dont drink tea"

"Do you have any friends, mark? Be honest"

And mark tells you, after being basically forced to sit down in your front room, that yes he has some friends

Though he doesn't exactly explain them as friends and they seem more like work colleagues

Judging from how mark talks, they probably were friends

as it turns out mark is just awkward and when you offer him a beer you had in your fridge he takes it and hes fine after a little alcohol

he is literally a completely different person and starts to tell you about him

that he was born in Canada but came over here for work and that he works with his friends and that he does stuff with information

and he tells you about Jisung who he looks after and their friendship sounds cute enough

He stays till pretty late just talking with you and doing dumb stuff

It was kind of a date but part of you thinks that he is an oversharer too

and its pretty dark out so you say he can sleep on your couch and expect him to say no

But to your surprise mark just says okay and lays down and pulls a blanket over him straight away

and you're like… okay then goodnight

thinking things to be normal you wake up the next morning to someone banging on the door

and when you walk out mark is jumping around trying to pull his clothes on

he meets your eyes and is like "can you hide"

of course you kinda freak out but mark ushers you into the bathroom and pulls the door shut but doesn't close it

"If you hear me shout, go out the window and go to the white glass building on fifth, ask for Haechan"

and you nod because you're confused and expect to have to jump out of the window but no

mark opens your door and is greeted warmly by someone else and it seems to be friendly

You peek around the door and see him with two other guys and one of them catches your eyes

"omo mark, is this the girl you were talking about?"

Mark looks back to you with wide eyes like uhhhhh

"The hot girl? One you wanted to ask on a date?" the other one asks

oof mark wanted to murder jisung right there and then but he just stared wide eyes and tried to interupt but haechan cut him off

“Did we interrupt something? Are you guys in the middle of something?”

It must have been the blanket and you wearing shorts and a tank top that supposedly gave it away

And in the meanwhile you’re just standing watching the three of them with no idea what is going on

Until haechan walks forward to introduce yourself and suddenly you’re bffs with two of them and mark is standing awkwardly watching you all

So as it turns out, mark is just super awkward in general and doesnt ever have a clue on what to say to anyone

Bless him, he has barely any conversational skills yet he still somehow tries

Back to what actually happens

Mark is dragged away by haechan and jisung who introduce themselves, but he messages you later since he left his phone number to apologise again

And you tell him to stop apologising to you because he doesn’t need to so mark apologises again

yeah, thats something that happens a lot

You guys go on an official date, but not a date, a few days later

To the cinema actually to watch something, since you were both looking at watching it before hand and were talking about it

and it’s pretty cute, mark picks you up and you get there a bit early so when you’re waiting you can hear some old ladies saying that you were cute

mark’s cute cheek blush… unbeatable

everything is pretty normal so you’re hoping that maybe this one date, it will be the one where everything runs smooth

And it is for a bit

You’re almost 40 minutes into the movie and it’s not actually that good so you start thinking back to mark telling you to look for haechan if he screamed

You never actually brought that up to him again

But you did think that that was a bit weird

Especially since he seemed super creeped out and actually scared

somehow you’re coming up with the strangest of conspiracy theories and mark must have noticed because he turns to you and asks if you’re okay

then goes on to tell you that he thinks the movies is really boring and that he hasn’t been paying attention for a while now

It was a great opportunity for you to flirt a little, and you’re so close to telling him your other ideas but

As per usual, your plans are interrupted

This time by two guys who come into the cinema screen and mark notices and suddenly tells you to look forward and not react

The two guys come and sit a few rows behind you and you definitely can tell something is wrong

Five minutes pass and mark tells you to go bathroom on the other side of the cinema and wait until he texts you

And of course you do it and you wait in a stall with your feet pulled up because you’re genuinely scared

Ten minutes and no texts from mark

Another ten and you’re worried that something has happened to him

so though you know you shouldn’t you decide to leave and look for him

and you end up walking into the most silent of corridors, literally it is something from a horror film

having a little bit of sense you don’t go back to the screen and instead go to the front desk so you’re around a lot of people

your smart plan seems to work in your favour when you are met with a big group of people waiting for a screening of another film

you’re still waiting another fifteen minutes later so you decide to call mark but he declines your call and texts you to wait

that isn’t the best response you’ve ever gotten and you text him back that you’ll be in the coffee shop next door

But you’re never actually met by mark, and instead by this older guy who probably is like 7 or 8 years older than mark meets you

you’re not sure who he is but he sits down opposite you and hands you a card with the ‘KDY Finance’ on it and his number

there’s a lot of confusion again when the guy leaves you and there is still no sign of mark

there isn’t any sign of mark for the rest of that week actually

and the week after that, and after that too

mark is missing for about a month before you find the contact card for KDY finance and try calling the number

you assume the guy you met picks up when it is a deeper voice that answers, and he says that it is Doyoung speaking

so you just say it’s you, from the coffee shop

and he hums, telling you to come to his office in 40 minutes and to ask for him

needless to say you don’t fit in there because they’re all professionals and you’re wearing yesterdays clothes

but regardless, after a judgemental look from the receptionist you’re taken to his office and you see ‘doyoung’ again

as well as mark, who looks like he has the last of bruises and cuts over him

You’re really surprised to see him but apparently mark isn’t, he runs straight over to you and hugs you really tight

“I thought you were gonna call the next day, not wait like a month! I’ve been waiting this whole time for you to call!”

“Well why didn’t you call me, idiot!”

doyoung chips in that he wasn’t allowed to, and you realise that there is definitely more going on here

and mark will tell you, eventually

give it like two or three days maybe less because if you ask he will tell you straight away

and maybe he will confess a bit more to you too~

[weekly-todoroki-meetups]

Bonus- Mirko’s mission pt.1

Mirko: So that’s the plan that Fufu asked me to fulfil! Want to be my partner in crime?

Ryuko:

Ryuko: That seems like a stupid plan. Why are you doing it?

Mirko: Cause my little bunny boo asked me to and I get to hit Hawks with a softball bat!

Ryuko *strokes chin and looks thoughtful*: Both valid points- Especially the last.

Mirko: I know! The Todoroki’s had me the moment they said that~

Ryuko: Very well- But I want to hit Hawks with the softball bat.

Mirko: What no, I get to do that! You can hit either Endeavour or Hawks boyfriend- I don’t know exactly who he is. Apparently he’s Fufu’s brother who needs redeeming.

Ryuko: You do know if Endeavour or Hawks reports this you’re screwed?

Mirko: WHO CARES! I want to show Fufu I’m not somebunny who’s a random side character- I’m a main!

Ryuko: What does that mean? Are you-

Mirko: Breaking the fourth wall? YES. So just ignore that comment, it wasn’t for you~

Ryuko: Oh dear. You’re in the wrong cinematic universe- Fox will have your head if they realise you ripped off the rip-off Spider-Mans main thing.

Mirko: HA. I REGRET NOTHING. So will you join me?

Ryuko *Sigh*: I have decided I shall. If you’re going to get arrested, at least have a friend at you side.

Mirko: YAY! AND I THOUGHT YOU DIDNT CARROT ALL!

Ryuko: One thing- How are we doing this?

Mirko: FURRY SUITS. BASEBALL BATS. J-POP.

Ryuko:

Ryuko: You’re not *bleeping* serious.

Mirko: I AM.

Ryuko *Starts to walk away*: On second thought-

Mirko: Too late, you agreed~

Mirko: *Grabs her shoulders, wrapping her arm around her shoulder and motioning in front of them*

Mirko: Now marvel at our future as a gang who will capture the top two pros and a confused chicken nugget! See it shine gloriously before us! *Gestures in front of them*

Ryuko *Raised eyebrow*: Firstly, Why is our third victim a chicken nugget-

Mirko: Last I checked, Hawks last true love was a 24 pack of McNuggets, so I’m assuming his current love is a chicken nugget-

Ryuko: Secondly, why is our future a discount Sports outlet? *Is referring to the sports shop they are standing out the front of and what Mirko is gesturing at*

Mirko: Because I don’t want to invest in expensive sports gear!

Ryuko: You’re rich.

Mirko: And spent all my money on the rest of the things we need for this stunt!

Ryuko: Oh god what did I agree to.

Mirko: Who knows!

Ryuko: I need to get funeral insurance and sign my will.

Mirko: That’s the spirit! Our teamwork skills are going to be so much fun together~

Ryuko: Teamwork? What is that?

Mirko: Teamwork means never having to take all the blame yourself! Especially when you’re doing something highly illegal!

Ryuko:

[Later]

(They’re standing out the front, dressed in black with bandanas covering their mouths. Mirko and Ryuko both have rope tied to their shoulders and softball bats- Ryuko has a bag)

Mirko: And they live here~

Ryuko: What a nice place- *Dripping with sarcasm* Except for the grave sized hole at the front and the piles of ash covering it. Definitely not suspicious.

Mirko: That’s probably nothing- Ready?

Ryuko: I said I was 10 minutes ago.

Mirko: I’ll take that as a yes!

(Runs up to door, knocks as Ryuko waves her hands, facepalms, angrily whispers and looks confused as Mirko waits)

Ryuko *Angry Whispers*: My god, have you never heard of a stealth mission? You don’t just knock on the door!

Mirko: Why not? I don’t see any problem with it.

Ryuko: Because whoever answers is bound to be suspicious!

Mirko: Not if I hit them quick enough~

Ryuko: Oh god...

(The door opens, Hawks behind it. He raises his eyebrow)

Hawks: Mirko! *Sees outfit, bat, rope and bag* Should I be worried?

Mirko:

Mirko: No, no! Of course not- *Whistles tune- Attempts to hide bat behind back while Ryuko facepalms in the background*

Hawks *Suspicious*: Alright, alright. Why are you standing out the front of my house with softball bats and dressed like thrift shop ninjas?

Ryuko: BECAUSE- *Walks up and steps in front of Mirko* We came to kidnap your neighbour! We were just coming to ask if you’d mind ignoring any screams and ruckus you hear.

Hawks: Why are you kidnapping my neighbour?

Mirko *Leans on doorframe, does Jake Peralta impression*: Offical hero business- Ask no questions, get no answers.

Hawks: Right. Not suspicious at all.

Ryuko: *cough* Like that body shaped hole in your front yard *cough*

Hawks: Oh no, that’s just where I bury stuff that I leave around the house- I dug it up recently to throw away some unneeded jeans!

Hawks *Narrows eyes and grins*: It’s actually hilarious- They went out of season like Best Jeanist’s will to fight!

Mirko:

Ryuko:

Mirko: That seemed to hint at something ominous and foreshadowing

Ryuko: And psychotic-

Hawks: HAHA HILARIOUS IGNORE I SAID THAT. Anyways! Want to come in for a tea break? I’m sure you have time before you kidnap my neighbour!

Mirko and Ryuko: *Look at each other, then Hawks, then each other again- His eyes are glinted in a weird way*

Both: Sure...

(Hawks lets them in, they take of their shoes and sit at the table. Half of the chairs in the room are faced backwards. Some chicks are sitting on the table- They look like they’re in their teenish years. Hawks has gone to the kitchen to make tea)

Mirko: Chickens!

Ryuko: Oh yum.

Hawks: *Le gasp*

Hawks: *Points teaspoon at Ryuko aggressively*

Hawks: Bish, if you touch my children I will cut you.

Ryuko: With a teaspoon? I’m filled to the brim with terror.

Hawks: *Deadpan* Hah no, with my feathers.

Hawks: *Suddenly Enthusiastic as he pulls a large feather blade off and caress’s it* I’d slowly cut open your throat so that you can feel the pain without dying to quickly, then make a new cut going from your chest down to your stomach in a way that allows your organs to slowly fall out- Of course, starting from the middle of your throat slit and going down! That’s leaving out the fun little details that I’d add to make your pain ever worse- *Slightly dreamy* I’d be relishing the muffled gasps you’d make and the pleas you’d try to say but couldn’t because I’d pull your voice box out and shove it back down your throat through your mouth! Then I’d use this little teaspoon to scoop your eyes out and put them with your voicebox so that when you try to scream you’ll choke yourself to death! That’s of course is you weren’t dead by that point already~

Ryuko *Gulps*:

Mirko *Disturbed*: Mate. Mate.

Mirko: *Blinks- Is holding one chicken, looks at it then Hawks, slowly without breaking eye contact puts it down and steps back from it, still keeping eye contact as Hawks watches. The chick clucks*

Ryuko: Jesus Christ

Mirko: What the *bleep* man

Hawks: *Laughs, grins at them and brings over tea*

Hawks: It was just a joke, don’t worry! *Sudden intensity* But I’d totally act on it if you put my kiddos in danger!

Mirko: Lets not do that then...

Ryuko: *Eyes chick then Hawks, who is sipping his tea and looking at her* Sounds good!

Mirko: Anyways Hawks, how are you going? You’ve been fairly low key all in all these last few months.

Hawks: *Sits down on chair backwards so he’s facing the table and shrugs, sipping his tea*

Hawks: I’ve been having a break, doing more undercover work, that type of thing~

Ryuko: Fun.

Mirko: Interesting- SO. Any plans-

Hawks: Hush your sweet lips- *Leans over table and puts a finger to her mouth* You do know I know what’s going on here right? It’s so obvious!

Mirko and Ryuko:

Mirko and Ryuko: *Both look at each other, than the tea, than Hawks*

Ryuko: Oh thank god! You’re smart enough to tell what we’re actually doing- even an idiot would be able to work out what’s happening! And here I thought you wouldn’t-

Hawks: *Waves hand*

Hawks: How could I not know my best friends besty isn’t straight! I’m totally surprised you didn’t come out sooner, but now you’re here asking for advice from a fellow gay!

Mirko:

Ryuko:

Hawks: Why do you think I made tea? To drink? It’s because- *Tips tea out next to him on to floor* We’re here to spill the tea!

Mirko *Puts hands in face and groans*: Dude no...

Ryuko: Nevermind I take back everything I said-

Hawks: Don’t worry sis! I’m totally prepared for this- Ryuko was hard to read at first but now it’s totally obvious!

Ryuko: Hawks I’m not-

Hawks: Straight? Don’t worry! *Wraps arm around her shoulders and does the classic Buzz lightgear gesture*

Hawks: Welcome to the gay side my friend! We have rainbows and pride~

Mirko: *Trying not to laugh*

Ryuko: But I’m not-

Hawks: I know, I know! Don’t worry, you’re just in denial!

Ryuko: *Bangs fist on table and grabs mouth, shaking with laughter.*

Hawks: That’s why me and Mirko are here to help! We’re both gay and can show you how to navigate through these weird, new feelings of being attracted to people of the same gender! You won’t go through this alone- you know why?

Hawks *Has almight voice on*: BECAUSE WE ARE HERE! To council you through your gay times~

Mirko: Ohmygoshyouturnedhimimtoaprideucon! GOD- *Tears In eyes and laughing as Ryuko looks at Hawks in horror, removing his arm like it was some sort of gay biohazard*

Ryuko: I respect you and your opinions Hawks, but I’m not gay.

Hawks *Facepalms* Ah that’s right! You’re a lesbian! Not gay, that’s with guys. *Wiggles eyebrows and burst out laughing as Ryuko blushes and buries her face in her hands*

Mirko: *Is banging hand and head on table roaring with laughter*

Ryuko: MY *Bleeping* GOD I AM THIS CLOSE TO HITTING YOU WITH MY BAT-

Hawks: *Elbows her and chuckles* You wouldn’t do that!

Mirko: Mate, I think she’s actually serious.

Hawks: Nah- I’m just having fun! Coming out is stressful, I know, but at least we’re supportive! When I came out my parents blamed it on my mutant quirk, or vice versa, I never knew, then forced me to date girls. Little did they now that made me fed up withGoes deadpan and leans in to Fuyumi and Ryuko, whispering* I’m still 100% she’s gay thought because of that message you accidentally send to me that was meant Endeavours dau- *WHACK*

Ryuko: HUSH THOSE SWEET LIPS NUMBER 2!

Mirko: WAIT WHAT?!

Ryuko: NOTHING! HE SAID NOTHING- *Is behind Hawks with bat- She clearly just hit him- She whacks him again*

Hawks: *Has a look of surprise on his face, blinking* Ouch. *Faceplants on to table unconscious*

Mirko: AMIGO DID HE SAY-

Ryuko: That doesn’t matter, we should just ignore that!

Mirko: NO WE SHOULDN’T!

Ryuko: ANYWAYS! Why don’t we get into those furry costumes and whatever, throw this nerd into the boot and kidnap the final person on our list?

Mirko:

Mirko: Fine- But I’m hitting the next person- Got it mate?

Ryuko: *Phew* Yup!

Mirko: Now get into your costume partner and let’s kidnap the problem child of the bunch!

[mars-the-4th-planet]

The Quantum Virus - Final Victory

Chapter One

Four andalites, with two missions. One sort of secret, the other extremely secret. Two did not even know about the extremely secret one, but what are you gonna do?

Yup, it's me, Marco. I am probably the last person who should be telling you how this all went down but I might as well include my perspective right? After all I don't want to be remembered in the history books as the monkey boy who didn't have anything to do or say.

And yes, future bored kids reading textbooks will call me monkey boy. You can't convince me they won't.

Anyway, the andalites showed up. At first we were all like "oh ---- yeah, we're saved" cause we thought they were here to actually save our butts right? Wrong. This was a one-way mission to take out the head of the invasion of earth. They were gonna kill Visser Three. Which is cool I guess, good luck with that. Can't wait to meet the new Lord of the Slugs- that's not copyrighted, right?

But they fail pretty hard, Visser Three survives, and that is when we find out about their super duper secret master plan whipped up by the biggest nerds in the andalite species. That's right, weapons of mass destruction! One of the few horrors of war me and my ragged fellow animorphs have not been on the receiving end of. Yet. Right now it looks like that might change, but... We can talk about it later.

So, you know what a Quantum Virus is. You don't need me to explain it. (Not to mention I am not at all sure what it is.) But a couple of the andalites sneak into the yeerk pool complex (one of the worst places to sneak into I might add) with the plan of dropping an anti yeerk virus into the liquid of the yeerk pool. Problem is, it might kill us humans too. Thanks Mr Andalite! Boy do I appreciate you gambling my entire species like that.

Me and this (honestly kind of cute) andalite girl sneak down there too, with a plan to stop the andalite guy who has the virus. But we were just a little too late, he drops it into the water and chaos ensues.

At first, for like a few seconds, it is all normal. (in that horrible, yeerk pool sort of way) Then, an alarm goes off. An another. Apparently yeerks are dying in the pool so fast that nobody is even sure how many are dead so far. Distress signals are transmitted into holograms, brought up straight from the yeerks in the pool. What is bizzare is, nothing looks any different. If not for the yeerk technology I would have no idea if it worked yet or not.

So like a minute later... The yeerk pool is just, dead. There are no live yeerks in it left as far as the yeerks outside of it can tell. Nobody seems to know what happened or why except for us obviously. Everybody is panicked, a hork bajir says something about the Visser, I assume warn the Visser or get the Visser. All the hosts start getting packed into cages. But while that is happening, the controllers start screaming and clutching their heads. They start losing control of their hosts. I play along too, screaming and holding my head and thrashing on the floor like an idiot. Maybe I even overplayed it because I got some funny looks but it didnt matter because none of the controllers were in a state to fight anyway. The hosts start getting away, and helping each other get out. More and more controllers succumb to the virus. It is slower than in the pool, but over the next five to ten minutes all the controllers are free from their yeerk masters. Still none of them know what happened but human and hork bajir alike are going as fast as they can to free each other. Me and everybody else get the hell out, I still pretend I am a freed host like the rest to not draw attention to myself.

So that is how my Tuesday went, how about yours? Did you catch the whole thousands of people claim they had an alien living in their head thing? Did you see the helicopters fly over my town? Did you hear about the NASA explorers who got shot by hunter-killer robots while trying to analyze the yeerk pool facility?

That was just two days ago. We haven't heard from the Chee but I am guessing they will let us know how things are going for the yeerks in space or if Visser Three actually survived.

I am guessing he did. That slug is practically a cockroach. And I know a thing or two about cockroaches.

Well, I am still alive so I guess the virus does not kill humans after all. Yet, anyway. Me and the other animorphs have been spending time with who makes us happy. For me, that is Estrid. Can we talk about Estrid instead? Yes we can, because I am the one writing this log.

Estrid, is brilliant. And funny. She's got all the charm of Ax but even more unfamiliar with earth stuff. It's almost nostalgic to hang out with her. Like when Ax was first trying to do things with us. Except unlike Ax, Estrid is a cute alien girl. And holy moly I swear on the sixth season of Buffy being good that she likes me. She likes my jokes. She doesnt laugh at them, but she likes them IN A WAY. That is more than any human girls would say.

"Estrid, that is not food. That is a video game controller."

"I know it is not food, I am not stupid! I am putting. ting. In my mouth so that I may impress. Press. Immmmm. Press. You."

I laughed a bit at that. "How is that supposed to impress me? I'm curious."

"I saw a picture of a human on a computer. Pooter. Who was female and put one of these in her mouth. All the males seemed very happy with her, based on my analysis. Sis. Of the text based responses. Text is a cool word."

"Text is a very cool word. But I don't want your spit on my games, please."

Estrid smiled at me in her human morph. Her eyes twinkled mischievously. "Where, then, do you want my spit? Spi-tuh."

That took me a little by surprise. I felt my cheeks flush slightly. "How much time have you spent on the internet for the last two days?"

"Seven hours, nine minutes, and forty-three seconds."

"That was rhetorical."

Estrid smiled more at me. "I know."

God, I am crushing hard on this alien right now.

She put the controller on the coffee table and stood up. "Marco, the wireless entertainment device was unsatisfactory to taste. Let's go eat something?"

"Estrid we just--okay." how can I say no to her? She is going to eat me out of house and home, I swear. Worth it though. Dad may not agree.

We go into my kitchen, and start looking for more for her to eat. We don't really store a lot of food here. She ate most of the light snacks. All of MY snacks in particular. Still worth it. I had to resort to bringing out my secret candy stash to deter her from eating my dad's stuff.

Estrid began chomping down chewy peanut butter candies, pausing only to chug some soda. She immediately figured out earlier how to open a soda can. I didn't even have to explain it, and she says they don't have lids like that on the andalite world. Estrid is just so smart that she can easily understand alien technology. She keeps beating me in all stragety video games. Actually can we delete that last sentence? And can we add that she repaired a computer someone threw out that was so broken it wouldn't come on? And rigged up her own internet receiver without having to pay a dime? Thanks. Estrid is incredible, maybe she can give me fast and free internet next.

Tomorrow we are going to go on an actual date. Our first one. Let's hope this doesn't turn out like some kind of romantic drama cliché.

[themcfuckups]

monty goes into labor a week early, right on christmas! who woulda guessed?  rp between me (cigarettequeef) and @monty-enzo (pocket butter) word count: long as fuck, 21300 warnings: birth, surgery, violence, 

Pocket Butter

The birth of their children was long since coming. Monty and Oscar had done all they could to prepare for them. Proofing the house, and setting up a nursery. Monty was often caught standing and gazing longingly into the nursery and rubbing his stomach. Who knew what their future held, it didn't stop Monty from imagining. He looked up seeing Oscar and smiled, taking his hand. "Hey babe." he said and pulls him down for a kiss. Lacing their hands together and giving a gentle squeeze. "How are you feeling today?" Monty had known it was rough on him, and he could see how it was wearing him down. Monty would try to do what he could to help Oscar feel comfortable, he gave him plenty of attention, and stayed near to him as much as he could. He hardly let Oscar have time to himself, he wanted Oscar to know he wasn't alone. Their Thanksgiving was a bit of a bizarre emotional roller coaster when Monty became very emotional and clingy to the turkey. Till this day he still didn't know why he acted like that, he figured it was just because of the hormones from pregnancy. Though now it was just the two of them enjoying a quiet evening, Monty was due any day now.

CiggaretteQueef

Oscar had dark coloration under his eyes, both from lack of good sleep and from the stress and pent up energy and magic he had. he'd been pissing a lot more than normal, not just from the pregnancy, but also from the lack of his typical other release of magic. he'd normally want to prolong kisses, but lately he'd been keeping them short and quick. normally he could do long makeouts with no expectation of sex or release, kisses werent a sexual-only thing to him, but with all the stress building up over these long months, he'd started pulling back out of frustration, feeling restricted by more than just the stupid belt he'd forced himself to wear. he squeezed montys hand back, answering with a short "horny." and looking at the newly set up nursery that monty seemed preoccupied with staring into, raising a brow with a slightly offhand comment "what is this, a hallmark card?" the extra attention monty gave him was appreciated, and he did his best to be upbeat as per his usual self, but even before, he was known to say something offhand or of a dark humor. lately, that was probably becoming more often.

Pocket Butter

Monty of course had become aware of his husbands social behavior and how he reacted to things from being so sexually pent up. It was for his and the baby's safety. He frowns a little as Oscar muttered he was horny then asked about the nursery in a way that made him feel a little tense. His soul thumped as he stepped back from the door and closed it. "No, it is a christmas present." he said looking up at him. Monty sometimes couldn't help but feel a little tense around Oscar, he was worried about upsetting him, his husband rarely slept, and when he could he woke up feverish with nightmares. Monty didn't enjoy the pain Oscar was going through just because of the baby inside of him. Thinking about it made him choke up, he moved towards him and put his arms around him. "I love you babe." he said softly. Then stepping back and looking at him again teary eyed. "Want to help me decorate the tree?" he asked trying to keep his voice from cracking.

CiggaretteQueef

Oscar frowned at the first reply, confused "what? no i meant-" he cut off though, not feeling like trying to explain the offhand joke, it'd probably upset monty now that he actually thought about it a second time. he seen even now monty still got upset about it, and he let out a sigh, putting his arms around monty and hugging back, he mumbled out a sorry before replying with an upbeat tone and grin, it wasnt too hard for him to fake it since he'd had plenty of practice over the years "yeah, lets decorate the tree, sugarlumps." he put emphasis on the nickname, moving his hands to feel up montys chest.

Pocket Butter

Monty almost tensed, as his chest was rather sensitive, especially because it was full of milk. "Oscar-!" before he could say anything further his body reacted to the movement and milk leaked out soaking the front of his shirt. His face colored blue and he let out a timid sound but didn't entirely pull away from him, he was embarrassed though. "S-...sorry... I .. I'm sensitive." he said taking Oscars hands and keeping them pressed against his chest. Often times Monty didn't want to stop, he wanted to be intimate with his husband, but doing so would cause problems. It was hard to say no, though if Oscar wasn't allowed to Monty ... well he tried not to.

CiggaretteQueef

if he had a dick, he'd have a boner. though since he didnt, it just added to the constant wetness between his legs. hed taken to wearing pads so he wouldnt have to deal with his underwear being uncomfortably wet and dirty all the time. his state of almost constant horny was becoming painful, at least in his mind "look at that, yer makin a mess, doll." he gladly kept his hands to montys chest, massaging over the wettening shirt.

Pocket Butter

Monty shuddered at his words, drawing in a sharp breath then looking up at him again. He knew Oscar was pent up which is why he wanted to distract him with decorating the tree. Monty was also pent up as well, though he could contain it a little better. Then again at the moment now his entire body was reacting from being pent up and touched. Monty shifts a little uncomfortably, "S-s-since you are t-taller then me." he utters out. "I .. I figured it would b-be better for you t-to get the top of the t-tree."

CiggaretteQueef

oscar was quiet, slipping his thumbs under the collar of montys shirt, wanting to pull it down, but he stopped himself. it was getting easier to pull back from his urges after so long of getting denied it, a look of frustration and just purely pissed crossing his face for a split second before he corrected it as he stared down at the object he most desired to pound into the floor. he slid his hands to montys shoulders, giving him a kiss on the forehead "yeah, makes sense. i could lift you to put the star on th-" right, no. a low grumble sounded in his throat, a quiet"nevermind." following it.

Pocket Butter

Monty saw the flash across his face when he declined Oscar's pleasure, he didn't want to, looking down he felt half to blamed then looked back at him as he was kissed on the head. He could hear the further frustration in his voice as he recalled he couldn't lift Monty either. Monty lets out a light sigh then smiles trying to make the best of this. The doctors had said that the baby could be due any day now. He reached for some ornaments in the box to hang on the tree. "Remember when we first met... and I didn't know what christmas was?"

CiggaretteQueef

oscar followed suit, trying to focus on the tree. he did really enjoy the set up of christmas, so at least this was a relaxing and enjoyable thing for him to get lost in. "i remember i brought you that cute little outfit and you got tangled up in the lights." a small smile perked his mouth at the thought. a lot easier back then when he wasnt pregnant. and now they'd always have kids to take care of. he frowned a little at the thought, trying to bury it again. he didnt want to think about how he'd probably fail at being a family man, considering his personality and preferred lifestyle.

Pocket Butter

"I loved that outfit." Monty replied smiling and just as he was reaching to hang up an ornament a sharp pain jarred him causing him to jerk and drop it. The orb shattered on the floor at his feet. "Oh- no, no .. I.. Im so sorry I didnt mean to break it I-." he was starting to get down so he could pick up the pieces when another pain coursed through him he winced and put his hand against his stomach. "Ow.." he wasn't sure why he was having pain, he straightened up letting out a breath. He didn't feel any more pain at the moment and moved towards the kitchen to get a broom. Monty grabbed the counter, and felt his pants suddenly get wet. Soaking down his legs and puddling to the floor, he stared down in mild horror. Then trying to keep the shakiness from his voice. "O-Oscar.." he tried to stay calm. "I think.. my water just broke."

CiggaretteQueef

oscar jumped at the sound, not realizing monty was in pain at first until he seen him hold his stomach. that certainly put the fear in him, but it easily could have been a braxtin hicks or whatever it was called. he put the ornament he was holding onto the tree before following after monty, about to ask if he was ok before seeing the puddle monty made and what he said. "shit- ok, uhh- stay calm." that was more towards himself. he had a moment of panic in his head trying to think of what the fuck to do, even though he'd planned this in advance., thanks to sals advice "alright, ok, ill go grab the hospital bag and then ill help you to the car." he didnt wait for any type of reply, dashing into their bedroom to grab the duffle bag and sling it over his shoulder, slipping on his shoes and grabbing a jacket for monty too, he came back in record time, putting the coat over monty so he wouldnt get cold outside. he offered a hand for him to hold and help support him to lead him to the car, where he'd set a blanket in the seat and help lift him onto it. clearly this had to be an exception to the no lifting rule since monty might have struggled to get up into the seat in his condition.

Pocket Butter

Monty could feel a sliding pain in his body as the baby had been apparently moving downward. For a split second he thought it was actually going to come out. He let out a whimper as Oscar left, holding his hand against his stomach, the front of his shirt still soaked from the milk before. He looked up at Oscar as he came back with the bag and a coat then was helped out to the car. Monty gives a little strained effort to get inside of the car, but after a moment he manages and sits down with a huff. His hand cradling against his stomach trying to settle his breathing. He could feel mild pain aching in his lower back, and cramping in his pelvis. "S-stay calm babe." he mutters as he buckled himself in. "Drive sa-ah! Mh.. s-safe.."

CiggaretteQueef

oscar tossed the bag into the backseat, getting in and starting the car, only half hearing monty, but nodding in agreement, he was focusing on the task at hand, which was to get monty to the hospital since theres no way that baby would be coming out naturally. they'd had an appointment for the c section, not long from now, so it wasnt super surprising for monty to go into labor a little early. as he pulled out of the driveway and drove to their destination, he pulled out his phone, tapping on it for a moment before setting it in his lap and glancing at monty nervously "the docs should be ready for ya when we get there. it'll be ok." he tried not to think about them slicing monty open.

Pocket Butter

It was a short drive to the hospital, and Monty was in some pain a nurse came out with a wheelchair and helped Monty into it keeping the coat around him. The nurse started into the hospital to sign Monty in while Oscar would park, if he did. Monty told the nurse to wait because he didn't want to go in without his husband, "Hes the father of my baby, I'd really like for him to be there." he said. The nurse nodded and said she'd wait, once he'd come back in she took them to a room and got them settled in. "Oh, you're the patient whose baby wasn't able to birth normally..." she looked over the records. "You are a little early sweetheart, let me go find the doctor." before Monty could ask about anything the woman walked out. Monty let out an anguished sigh and lays back against the pillows. He didn't even have to wait that long until she came back "I'm sorry, hes out of town visiting for the holidays. He said he'd catch a flight back, I can give you some medication to help ease the pain." she replied moving over to Monty. "No- .. I .. Im good no thank you... I don't want any weird substances.."

CiggaretteQueef

Oscar didnt like anyone taking monty from his eyesight right now, but he did his best to keep focused and calm. causing issues and a scene would only make things worse, remember? he growled since no one could hear him as he found a spot to park and jogged back to the entrance. he almost took the wheelchair from the nurse, but decided against it, not wanting to come off as aggressive, even though he very much was at the moment. in the room, oscar sat in the chair next to the bed, rubbing montys hand. when monty refused the meds, he immediately gave a dubious look "uh, ya sure about that sweetheart? it's only gonna get worse. uh, from what i hear.." he nervously glanced away, not fond of talking about his past experience.

Pocket Butter

Monty looked at Oscar and smiled softly "Alright babe," he gave Oscar's hand a gentle reassuring squeeze then allowed the nurse to give him the painkiller, he settled into the bed letting out a nervous breath. They'd have to wait, even longer for the doctor to show up, Monty was worried about the baby being trapped. He tried to keep himself relaxed for his sake and the babies, and maybe Oscar's too. Monty tried to distract himself by asking random questions to see if Oscar new the answers to them, things like what are the different flavors to candy canes, how many gum drops are in 1 cup, and why do gingerbread men have to live in gingerbread houses. "Wouldn't they just be living inside of their own flesh? I mean, when we make gingerbread men its of the same batch we make the houses out of."

CiggaretteQueef

the questions honestly confused him a bit, or at least the gumdrops one did, he'd only reply with an 'i dont know'. he gave a short laugh at the last one though "pretty much. though maybe theyre like parasites, parasites live in flesh." he thought about it a moment, snapping his fingers with a smile "and so do fetuses. maybe gingerbread men are really gingerbread fetuses." an odd joke, but he wasnt exactly on his a-game, still only able to concentrate so much on montys little question game while being in a place he hated. he kept glancing around nervously, and rubbing his chest where the large scar he sported was hidden under his shirt. as time passed, he'd get more antsy, starting to pace and walk about, attempting to do tasks like fetching monty ice chips. and a lot of complaining to the nurses about how the doctor better hurry their ass up, which would slowly get more aggressive and snappish. he wasnt well versed on labor times and what was normal, his only experience was fairly fast, so at that point, he was under the impression the baby might be suffocating, and how would they even know? they wouldnt, it would be born dead and then everything would be up to him to keep his fetus alive, which honestly, he didnt expect to happen. he fully thought somewhere along the way, something would happen and theyd only have montys baby alive and well, so this, to him, was going to be the death of both babies. he raised his voice at the nurse whod come to check on monty, making them quickly exit the room after, clearly afraid of him. its possible theyd heard word of him lashing out at the other hospital too.

Pocket Butter

Monty had watched it all go down, he saw how stressed out Oscar was, and he felt bad he couldn't do anything to help him. Letting out a sigh he shifted to get comfortable and winced in pain, he squeezed his eyes shut panting a little. He hadn't even realized he dug his fingers into the sheets and held them tightly almost ripping the material. "Ooo'god... it hurts..." he groaned out, sweat beading his skull "I .. I think the baby is trying to come out...it- it cant.." he stated sounding a little panicked, Monty's baby was too big to be born naturally since he was a smaller monster. That was why they were here for a c-section, another pained moan escaped Monty's mouth and he dropped his head back on the pillow. "I think I'm gonna puke... or.. pass out." he mumbled trying to relax. Finally after all of the waiting, the stress and pain the doctor was coming up the hall pulling his coat on and fumbling for his glasses. He came into the room and looked at the two of them, seeing Monty was in a lot of pain he had to act fast. "It seems like the baby is crowning, we need to take you in for an emergency c-section so the baby doesn't get stuck!" he started quickly unhooking him from the monitor and other things wheeling the bed out of the room. "If you're the father lets go." he said to Oscar before striding quickly to the emergency room where he'd have to operate.

It didn't take long for the other nurses to dress and come in, they helped Monty get comfortable and put a shot in his back called a spinal block so he wouldn't feel any pain. Then also covered him with a curtain so he couldn't really see what was going on, or to see the blood, he was shaking and trying not to feel hysteric worried about the baby. The doctor rushed in again in his scrubs, sterilized with his gloves and a face mask. He also had an assortment of tools with him as well. The doctor remained calm as he spoke to the nurses stating where he was going to cut and when. The first poke cut the blue flesh and colored blood slid out from the tip, the doctor drew a line down, blood following. Nurses used equipment to catch and draw the blood away so the doctor could see. They were working quickly, or- trying to.

CiggaretteQueef

When the doctor arrived, oscar was both relieved and pissed. he honestly was pretty close to yelling at him, but held it back because this guy is gonna be cutting open my partner. he instead stayed quiet, following after and putting on whatever papery blue suit thing they offered him. normally he'd comment on how unfashionable it was, but he was preoccupied with the situation. he stood next to montys head, preferring not to look at what they were doing below. sure, blood and gore didnt bother him in the least, but monty getting sliced open while he voluntarily stands aside? not pleasant. he stayed quiet, offering a hand for monty to hold. hed started feeling a pain in his side a bit before the doctor showed up, but ignored it, even as it steadily grew worse. he felt like it was sweltering in the room, causing him to sweat. when he heard "sir are you alright? youre bleeding." he thought they were talking to monty, which was a really odd thing to say to someone they were cutting open.

Pocket Butter

Monty heard the distress in the nurse's voice as two of them were now focused on Oscar, they saw that he was bleeding, and wanted to help. Monty was afraid, well for the nurses lives anyway, he looked to Oscar as they tried to offer assistance. He squeezed his hand, "I know you hate being here, I know you hate going through this but please Oscar... let them help you, please." he said begging him and looking up worried. "If not for the baby then for you, I don't want to lose you." he stated. His small hand was shaking in Oscar's hand and he was trying to keep calm and not cry, though it was really hard to. Until a thought crossed his mind and he make a choked sound between his crying and a laugh, before uttering out. "You left your belt on." he mumbled, wondering how the nurses would react to that.

CiggaretteQueef

once oscar noticed attention was being aimed at him, he looked down to see the blood dripping down his legs, looking back up with clear panic in his eyes, he growled at the approach of the nurses, stepping closer to the bed monty was on. he looked down at monty with the same panicked expression mixed with indecision. he didnt want to leave monty getting sliced open, this wasnt a thing he wanted to budge on. the last comment threw him off guard, confusing him for a moment before half smiling for a second, "yeah- i did." he looked back up to the nurses, but made no move to listen to them, "this- this doesnt take long, i can wait, i'm fine. its fine." he was trying to comfort monty and talk him into letting him stay.

Pocket Butter

Monty was trembling tears were in his eye sockets, he looked at Oscar "B-babe, babe please let them help you." he stated. Trying to think quick. "I-if .. if they help, uh- th-the faster it comes out the faster we can get home a-and fuck." he stated. Which both was inappropriate and disproving of the doctors though they said nothing. The two nurses were intent on helping out as the blood kept puddling to the ground, Monty tried to keep the worry and fear from his voice, but how could he? He didn't let go of Oscar's hand "Y-you wont have to w-wear that belt anymore."

CiggaretteQueef

odd flex for the situation, since oscar wasnt really thinking about sex at that moment, he frowned, realizing monty was trying to find any excuse to make him do what they wanted. this upset him more, and his grip loosened on montys hand while his other hand turned into a fist, expression distressed. "i- you dont-.. .. ok.." logically, he understood why it was important to go ASAP. he just felt it didnt matter compared to being by montys side. he had a flash of his nightmares, where he was told if he didnt let them violate him, theyd hurt monty. he got that same feeling here. no choice. he let go of montys hand completely, withdrawing both physically and mentally, but aggressively snapping when one of the nurses got too close for his comfort with a yelled "dont touch me!" he left the room with the two keeping their distance from him.

Pocket Butter

Monty had hoped that would help, nope. He figured he made it worse "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I hurt you..." he said as he choked up watching as Oscar again lashed out and left. He was crying more and started feeling woozy and sick. Would they be okay? Would he be okay? Monty was hysteric, repeatedly claiming it was his fault, that he hurt Oscar when he promised he never would. That he was putting him through this trauma instead of keeping him safe. The doctors were trying to keep Monty calm, saying that if he kept this up it would put him and the baby in danger. Monty didn't hear them, their voices disoriented and drowned out by loud ringing. Then all went dark.  "We lost him," one of the nurses stated looking at the monitor, "Let me get the baby out, resuscitate his soul." The doctor said, finally able to remove the baby who was lodged in Monty's pelvis. They cleaned its mouth and nose, gently rubbing the baby to get blood flow and circulation through it. The infant took its first breath and cried. The doctor handed them off to a nurse to get cleaned before turning back to Monty, he had a mask over his mouth, they pushed on his chest and squeezed the air into him. The doctor and nurse managed to resuscitate Monty, they sewn him up and after he started to rouse again they brought his baby in to him. He was delirious and confused, stressing out from not understanding what was going on. The nurse had to move the baby away from him again.

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oscar was greeted by two other nurses, both of which were clearly strong and used as backup for the more dangerous patients. they tried to get him to sit in a wheelchair, but he refused. they led him to a room at first to check the fetus activity, very quickly ruling that it was too late to try using anything to postpone the labor. they had to cut the lock on his chasity belt since he refused to cooperate and say where the keys were, though in his defense he wasnt entirely sure if monty had left them at the house or not. they moved him to another operation room, and it took several minutes for them to actually encourage him enough to lay down, one in particular seemed to know what buttons to push by saying "your partner wants you to do this." they injected him with quick pain meds and had someone stand by oscars shoulders to, unknowingly to oscar, use calming magic on him to try keeping him put without escalating the situation. the fetus was in distress by now, and oscar was feeling very tired and weak from bloodloss, contributing to his compliance. they cut him open, wasting no time in removing the baby as quickly as they could. the cutting was painful, though thankfully dulled. once removed, oscar turned his head away from where they had the baby and were working on it. there was clearly something wrong with it, the room was silent, no crying.

he felt sick. it was like a repeat. once they stitched him up, he attempted sitting up, only to be held in place by the guy above him. he growled, but it was more like a grumble, he felt tired, giving up and staying put with a frown. the doctor or perhaps head nurse? he wasnt sure who had just sliced him open, but he honestly didnt care. they told him something about the baby not being able to breath, but he wasnt really listening. the only thing he could think of was waiting for an opportunity to leave. his distracted behavior was pretty clear, the nurses setting him up with an iv bag of blood and added something in it to make him more sleepy, knocking his ass out. they moved him to a room and ended up strapping his arms down to keep him there.

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One of the doctors that had operated on Oscar would take care of the baby, working to resuscitate it, rubbing its back and body the same as they had done to the other. Gently patting it and getting the fluids out, the baby was so incredibly tiny. After a time they managed to get its lungs cleared, then put a Endotracheal tube down its throat to help it breathe. The nurse cleaned off the baby, swaddled it and put it into an incubator, hooking it up to the other necessary things before checking on the first delivered baby. She knew it was urgent to get them to feed and bond with the parent, but with how distressed Monty was, he had been momentarily rejecting the baby. The nurse had put the two together side by side, one in the hospitals cradle the other in the incubator. She watched them, making sure the preemie would be alright. "I... I hope they both come around.." she stated. Monty's eyes were rolling as he fought to keep himself awake and under control. The stress and anxiety taking a toll on him, he kept asking for Oscar, where was Oscar? The doctor came in and told Monty he needed to take care of his baby, Monty didn't understand what he was saying. "Baby?" Monty asked breathless, oh yeah, I came to the hospital to give birth. "Where... where are they?" The doctor sighed grateful Monty remembered, he disappeared then came back after a while holding the baby in his arms before passing him over to Monty.

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All of this had transpired unknown to jillie and oxana, who had taken a flight thinking theyd be back before montys scheduled c section. obviously that didnt work out. the hospital would have contacted sal again, who in turn would contact his parents again, who immediately dropped what they were doing to catch the quickest flight back. which wouldnt be easy since it was christmas.  oscar wasnt out of it for long, his body was in fight or flight mode and it was trying to counteract the meds that werent given in a high enough dosage to keep him asleep. he twitched awake to the feeling of being rolled to another room, at the request of monty. he quickly pretended he was still asleep so the nurses wouldnt notice. he heard some voices, but wasnt able to focus on what was being said, feeling tired and everything felt sluggish and blurry. he waited for the voices to walk away before opening his eyes and shifting to sit up, quickly realizing his hands were strapped down. he frowned, tugging on them, feeling a sharp pain where he'd been cut open, but ignoring it in favor of trying to break the straps, unaware of his surroundings and that monty was in them, and not completely aware of why or what happened either, considering the drugs fogging his mind.

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Monty was sitting up on his bed, staring at the tiny being in his arms, it wasn't exactly like holding Lorenzo because this baby was different, it was his and Oscar's baby. He was overwhelmed with emotion and started sobbing as he held the baby close to him, cupping its tiny head and rocking gently. "Its okay, Papa's here don't cry.. Daddy will be here too." he said, and after he finished stating that the doctors brought Oscar in. They took a moment to asked Monty how he was feeling, explained how to breast feed, and also that they had the other baby and they were still taking care of it. Monty nodded and watched as they left, not even a moment after Oscar popped up on the bed trying to get free. Monty held the baby gently in his arms, he had still yet to feed it, watching Oscar. How was he going to introduce him? Would Oscar reject the baby? Monty choked up and looked down at the baby, "Its not your fault, its mine... I put him through this hell..." he mumbles kissing the baby on the head. He sniffled choking up a little more, trying to settle down.  Then, suddenly doing something that was probably fairly dangerous, Monty got up and out of the bed. He went over to Oscar's side and took his hand, squeezing it. "I'm here babe, I'm okay. Its safe.. its alright." he whispered softly and nuzzled into his face wanting to help calm him down. And also trying not to squish the baby too much between them.

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Oscar startled at the sudden touch, his eyesight not up to par when he was drugged, normally he'd have seen the movement(though normally he'd also have studied his surroundings too) yanking back as much as he could while strapped before recognizing it was monty. oh shit, right, monty was here. "monty?" he frowned in confusion, relaxing a bit, making him feel more tired. he continued pulling on the straps, though he laid back more now that monty was here, before he brilliantly realized monty could unstrap him. he still hadnt noticed the baby, his sluggish mind assuming he was holding a blanket or something. "canya- undo these for me?" his voice sounded slow, clearly still drugged along with being tired as fuck from stress and blood loss.

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Monty let out a relieved sound, "Yeah baby, of course I can." he stated softly, he knew Oscar had a flight response every time he was in a hospital. He knew he would run away if given the chance, but it was a risk he was willing to take. Monty put his baby into the cradle they offered then walked back over to him. Trying not to choke up again, he was scared, he could see Oscar was under a lot of stress. Once he got his husband free of the confines he pulls him up carefully and brings him over to his own bed and attempts to lay him down. "Shh shh...its okay babe, its just me and you, we are going to lay here for a little bit and get our strength back okay?" he asked softly petting Oscar's face and giving him small kisses and attention. He sniffled and started singing softly, "Don't worry...'bout a thing, everything is gonna be okay," he snuggled closer to Oscar and kept singing softly.

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Oscar rubbed his wrists once they were free, stumbling a little as monty led him to the other bed, dragging the iv bag and pole behind him, cooperating with monty easily. he felt confused, but so tired, and monty was there, and he sounded calm, though the crying was concerning. he vaguely wondered if he was dying or some shit, mumbling a "shouldnt you be celebrating" to monty, part of his dark humor that monty should be glad if he was dying, though in the situation, it sounded as if he meant celebrate because of the babies. he wrapped his arms around monty, hugging him close and almost immediately conking out. it'd be hours until he woke up, with monty in his arms, his sleepstate would assume he was back home in bed and all was normal.

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"Shh baby," he didnt take that statement as anything. "Right now just rest, you're safe and so am I. I'm here." he kissed Oscar on the mouth. "I love you." he whispered. Monty had stayed with Oscar as much as he could, then reached over to pull the cradle close to him and carefully took the baby out of the cradle again. It started making tiny noises, Monty held it close, and nervously lifted the front of his gown and offered a breast to the baby. Anxious. At first the newborn didnt take right away, and Monty kept adjusting them trying to get the baby in the right spot. Then it finally took, feeding for the first time. He let out a quiet sight, admiring the tiny baby in his arms, but he kept wondering about the other, had Oscar's baby made it? No one told him any news of the other, except that they still had it in intensive care. Monty swallowed back the lump in his throat and let out a breath. Its okay, its going to be okay. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." Monty whispered looking at Oscar as he held and fed the baby next to him.

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Oscar slept for several hours, montys scent nearby making him feel safe. the nurse that checked on them was obviously perturbed that not only were oscars straps removed, but he was also in montys bed, meaning both had been up and about. they lightly scolded monty, since he was the only one awake and also they were pretty frightened of oscar. theyd come back later to move the beds so they were touching and strapped the beds together by the bars so the two would have more room. while doing this and lifting the sheets, there was a noticable amount of blood staining the sheets under oscar. his mother had called, asking for an update, which led to the explanation of everything and she signed off on them keeping him drugged so he could heal and wouldnt have to deal with him most certainly getting out of bed and trying to run off. he woke up very momentarily while they moved him to the other side of the bed to clean the sheets, with the help of another nurse, and replacing his iv bag, along with another bag of liquid to keep him asleep. his short consciousness included being confused, not recognizing the people near him and growling at them before he fell back asleep. one of the nurses would eventually come in to update monty on the smaller baby with good news of stability.

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Monty stayed with Oscar the entire time, giving a bit of a fight when he was scolded and about the being moved, he half demanded them not to touch him or separate them. For some reason he was feeling tense and defensive towards them, his soul thumping in his chest. Sure Monty didn't have pure fighting or sharp teeth to back himself up, but the stress was building. And he just wanted to be left alone, the doctors had done what they needed but Monty was still restless. He even had the balls to bite one of the doctors who was trying to change Oscar's gown, he demanded them to leave it and let Oscar sleep. He also protectively tucked their baby between them, though after the longer time of silence dragging on he was starting to nod off. Jerking awake every few moments his head went down, the nurse came in to explain to Monty about the premature baby's health and vitals stabilizing. He half understood what that meant as his tired and stressed brain wouldn't comprehend. He muttered "Can't we have them? Thats our baby..." he grumbles.

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the nurse left, wishing monty good sleep. oscar woke up early the next morning, as his mind and body were convinced he was perfectly fine and he needed to get shit done. upon waking, he was calm because monty was right there next to him, until he noticed the room was way too white. that wasnt the color of his walls. he makes a low noise of pain when he sits up, because one of the nurses forgot to refill the iv drip containing the pain medication and sleepytime drugs.  holidays. he looks around the room, having to really try focusing his thoughts to figure out what the fuck was going on. with monty laying there, and being more aware and less panicked, he wasnt ready to bolt and just leave him. the movement of something next to montys side of the bed caught his eye and- oh thats a baby. thats definitely a baby. his mind went blank for a moment before it came to him- of course, they were here because monty was in labor. was this their baby? well thats a stupid question, why would there be someone elses baby in our room? then of course the flood of everything else that happened, while some of it was blurry, he definitely remembered the whole bleeding ordeal. he felt sick again. there wasnt a second baby in sight and feeling his stomach, it wasnt as taut as it had been. he really had killed it. no surprise, right? at least they had montys baby. he hoped monty wouldnt ask him to try carrying another one, its not like he was fun to be around while pregnant, so surely he'd rather oscar stay unpregnated. he stared at the little hospital crib thing- he wasnt sure what they were called- with the little newborn in it. or at least, little to him. he wasnt sure how to feel. he wasnt sure he was cut out to be a real father. clearly.

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Monty stayed asleep, he was exhausted, he put the baby into the cradle and fell asleep after a while. And a few good times in the dead of night he woke up to feed the baby, but this time in the morning only Oscar and the newborn was awake. It's eyes were still closed, though a few times it would move its arms or feet. After a moment feeling Oscar moving about Monty started waking up too. "What time is it?" he mumbled in a groggy tired voice. His maternal instincts kicking in for him to get up and feed the baby again, he sat up and yawned. Not even realizing the front of his gown was basically hanging off the front of him as he was to tired to fix it after falling asleep.  Monty shifted a little in the bed and pulled the cradle closer leaning in and carefully taking the tiny baby out. The infant was very much like the two of them, it had greyish bones like Oscar, and little moles on its face like Monty. It also had a little nubby tail sticking out of a specially designed diaper. Monty yawned and held the baby close to nurse it, waking up a little more. He knew how Oscar would probably react around the baby, he did the same to Lorenzo as well. Monty said nothing and gently sang to the baby rocking it while he fed it. "Arent you a handsome little man.. just like your father."

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Oscar jumped a little at monty's movement, having been deep in thought. he glanced around the room for a clock before answering "uhh, 5:10.. am." he frowned "been here the whole night huh?" he didnt expect an answer, just talking outloud to himself. he looked back down at monty, even if he wasnt feeling great, he sure did love the sight of titty in the morning. he watched monty silently, not making any move towards or away from him and the baby. he didnt want to ask about what happened to the other one. feeling another wave of guilt. he looked down at his hands for a moment before looking back to the two. "you feelin ok? sorry i was.. asleep.."

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"Thats fine babe, you needed the rest." Monty stated smiling at him, once the baby had its fill Monty burped them then put the baby back into the cradle. Then shifted over trying not to strain anything and gave Oscar much needed kisses. He wanted them too, and he was glad Oscar was feeling better, or at least he hoped he was. He let out a soft breath as he drew back feeling butterflies race about his stomach, and smiled at him cupping the side of his face. "Here is my husband, just as handsome as ever." he stated letting out a small giggle. He was about to kiss on Oscar again when there was a light knocking on the door. Monty draws back and looks over as a nurse came inside, she walked over to Monty's side of the bed and leaned over, without saying anything placed a wrapped bundle into his arms an walked out. Monty was partially confused by that reaction, then it quickly occurred to him that this was the other baby. "Hello there precious." Monty said softly as he carefully moved the blanket away from the tiny baby's face where it was bundled. He reached in and took the tiny hand that was there, and felt himself tear up before he started crying. "Gosh, they are so beautiful," he choked out, wiping his face and lightly laughing. "Guess I'm no longer the one with the tiniest hands and feet huh?" he asked the baby as if it could answer him before giving it a kiss to its skull. "I wonder if it would eat." Monty moved his gown once more and the breast he had not used to feed the first baby he attempted to feed this one with. A little hesitant hoping the tiny infant knew how to feed, it took even longer then the first, but this one finally took hold of Monty's nipple and nursed. "There go you," he said more tears flooding his eyes.

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oscar smiled a bit at monty gushing, happy that he was happy. though when the nurse silently brought in a very small bundle, he had flashbacks. that wasnt normal. nurses normally said something all cutesy or excited or some shit. though oscar wasnt aware that monty had gone and bit a nurse, probably causing the less then friendly reaction.  oscar was certain it was dead and he did not want to be in this situation again, physically pulling back and moving away on the bed, he tensed up and averted his eyes like before. he wasnt going to look at a dead baby he caused. montys comments made him feel sick, since he thought monty was crying and talking about a dead infant. the eating comment threw him completely off, but it wasnt out of the question for a parent to react oddly to a dead newborn and try caring for it. oscar sat still and tensed, looking at the window on the other side of the room, unsure what to do in this repeated, but very different situation. after all, wes never tried to nurse their dead infant. or at least, he didnt think he did.

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Monty didnt push Oscar into the situation, he was just looking at the baby and nursing it. Talking softly and gently, the infant took hold of one of Monty's fingers and held it while it fed. "Aw my gosh you have a teeny tiny tail, oh my goodness." Monty gushed over the baby trying to stay calm but he couldnt. The tiny tail was about the size of one of his fingers. "I think you are going to be cross with me a moment here but I just got to see all of you." Monty gently lays the baby between his legs and unwraps it from the blanket like a present on Christmas. - Well, the babies were a present on Christmas the best ones Monty could ever want. Once the blanket was drawn away from the baby it tucked up with its legs crossed and its arms up against its chest and head and stuck its tongue out. Monty examined the tiny baby and gently touched it all over, making sure nothing was out of ordinary. Besides the fact that it was super tiny and a little underweight the baby seemed alright. Monty couldnt stop touching the baby's tiny feet. "Now I see why you like doing that to me so much." he stated, then wraps the infant back up to keep it warm.

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this was going on far longer than he was comfortable with, starting to wonder if monty was having a breakdown talking and gushing over what he thought was a dead infant. feeling confused and completely at a loss of would to do, he just stayed silent and kept his distance. if monty was having a breakdown, it didnt really sound like a bad one. at least, not the weeping, upset sort of breakdown. just a really uncomfortable loss of reality one. which he certainly wouldnt judge monty for how he coped, but he didnt want to touch or see the thing he'd fucked up. a different nurse walked up to the doorway, seeing on the computer that the previous nurses shift forgot to replace oscars iv drip. he knocked lightly as he entered and smiled, walking around the bed to the iv drips, three bags in hand "are you in pain?" oscar shrugged, "a little." they nodded, "sorry about that, let me change out your bags. since youve um, calmed down, we can leave off the sleep aid. i ask that you please stay in bed though, it was a rough Caesarean." oscar didnt respond, knowing it was his fault. always his fault. they spoke up again, seeing that oscar was tense and wasnt connecting to the baby, "i uh, just wanted to tell you its ok to feel detached at first to your baby, its actually pretty common. it might help if you tried to hold them." oscar of course, didnt like this change of topic, though with their words he became confused. wait, was is actually alive? the nurse reattached the bags and left. oscar sat silently for a while before getting the courage to glance over at monty, trying to determine if it was alive or not.

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Monty looked up at the nurse as he came in to put the iv bag back on the hook, he smiled at him faintly before looking back down. He was rather smitten with the tiny infant, of course he loved his own as well. He had the baby laying on its back again, it was sort of stretching, spreading out its tiny toe beans and even yawned. Monty heard the other baby make noise as if sensing its sibling, "Thats right little handsome man, your sibling is here." Monty gets the first baby out of the cradle and lays them down together. They were both small, one of them much smaller then the other. But as the two were placed together they nestled close and clung onto each other, Monty gently pets their heads. Monty drew in a soft breath, a little nervous to look at Oscar, but he did and smiled "Would you like to meet your children?" he asked, reaching over to take Oscar's hand in his. "We made it, see?" he said happy tears in his eyes. "We made our little family."

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oh. it was alive. he felt emotionally blank from how fast things were changing. just yesterday he was sliced open after watching his partner sliced open and then the flashbacks and practically hearing wes yelling at him all over again while he was forced to hold his cold dead infant. he watched silently as monty got the first one out again, putting them next to each other. seeing the size difference made him feel sick. it was clear they werent very healthy compared to their sibling. he looked away again, hesitating to answer monty. he was glad monty was happy, he didnt want to ruin it for him. he forced a smile in return, making a half assed joke "meet em? known em for months." the joke fell flat and he quickly looked away again. he was having a hard time getting a grip on the situation, even though it was something to be expected for months.

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Monty understood his feelings, he drew his hand back. "I'm not upset with you." he said suddenly as he turns his complete attention to the infants who were still clinging comfortably to each other, he wraps them up "I'd have no reason to be, even if the baby was lost. It would not of been your fault," he continued as he gently tucked the babies in "After all you didn't ask to be pregnant, you didn't even want to be." he settles back on the bed letting out a faint pained sigh. "So I would not of held it against you if something happened to them, and thats alright." he said his hand on the smaller one, watching it move. "Even if things didnt turn out right, even if they are smaller then the other, they are alive. And in good health, the nurse said that they were a little underweight, but thats okay. I can keep them fed." he brings his hand up to his stomach. "And even if you don't want to look at them, or hold them or anything right now, thats okay too. I'm just..glad you stayed." he said softly and looked over at him. "These two will always be here, so when you are ready... you can."

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Oscar stayed silent, the urge to argue it not being his fault strong, but he kept his mouth shut, knowing it wouldnt do any good and didnt really matter. Looking at the babies again though, he mumbled out "I could've done better.." he could've taken a lot better care of himself and the baby. It wasnt just the previa and early delivery that had made them small and weak. He brought his hands up to his face to rub it, already feeling tired again. He didnt want to be in the hospital, but he was pretty sure leaving was out of the question for several reasons. Plus, he wanted to make sure monty was healing, and if he left, monty might follow. Sighing, he leaned back against the bed. "Cant expect you to do all tha work. Im.. I'm not gonna be a deadbeat dad like mine was." He suddenly wondered then if that's what happened to his father. What if the reason he skipped out was because he felt like hed be a shitty dad? All hed done was guarantee it. He frowned with his eyes closed, before opening them and staring at the ceiling, putting an arm around monty and scooting closer. He tried to think of something positive to say. "So.. guess this means I cant suck your tits anymore, huh?" Close enough.

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Monty was humming gently in the quiet of the hospital, he was watching the babies sleeping. "Of course you wont be a deadbeat father, like mine.. dumping me off at the orphanage because I wasn't going to make it." he rubs one of the babies gently and saw it stretch from being touched. "We wont be anything like our fathers." he stated with spite in his voice. He felt Oscar put his arm around him and pull closer, he was staring at their babies for a moment. "Honestly... I was afraid you hated me.." he stated feeling his jaw quivering as he choked up. "I ... I'm sorry." he started crying more, the emotion causing the babies to move more and react. He was faintly gasping as he sobbed, wiping at his face more. "I am so sorry... I hic I promised you I'd never hurt you, b-but then I .. I went and - and made you l-live through your nightmare." he wipes at his face, still emotional of course. "I am so s-sorry I - sobs p-put you through tha-a-at." he gasps his body shaking from his hard crying. "Y-you must of been so sc-scared."  Monty wasn't even sure why he was hysteric, but it had been on his mind the whole time. Being pregnant wasn't anyone's fault, it was just what happened. He sniffles as he tried to calm himself down, wiping his face and nose. "Y-you did a good job of taking care of me, so you'll do a great job taking care of them." he huffed trying to catch his breath. "A-and you are allowed to - suck them whenever you want b-but you gotta leave some for the babies."

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Oscar was startled by the sudden change and sobbing, looking down at him in confused concern. He rubbed montys shoulder, hugging him with the arm he had around him "oh sweetheart, ya didnt make me do anything. I'm a big boy, I make my own decisions." Though heavily influenced by others. But he didnt blame monty. Sure, he didnt really want it, but he didnt want to get rid of it enough to actually do it either. "I could never hate ya. There was always that little voice in the back saying 'that's gonna be a cute as shit baby' what with my gorgeous looks and your unfathomable beauty. How could I deny the world somethin that'll turn out that amazing? And me? Scared? Never baby, I'm too tough and manly for that." He was joking, removing his arm from around monty to flex his arms in a pose. He was already feeling better now that there wasn't a tiny being inside of him. A lot better. He lifted montys chin to pepper kisses to his cheek, stopping at his mouth for a more drawn out one. Kisses always made him feel better, so hopefully theyd help monty too.

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Monty sniffles and cries a little as he tried to calm down, listening to Oscar and sort of giggling when he flexed. He was glad Oscar was feeling better he kissed him back, the longer one made him feel better as well and he leaned into it. "I love you babe." Monty said giving another peck to his chin. Then being careful of the sleeping babies he leaned against Oscar and nuzzled into him. "Twins..." he mumbles under his breath, he still couldn't believe he had two babies, and they were with someone he loved dearly. He took Oscar's hand and laced their fingers together while he snuggled with him, the babies tucked up close to him.

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Oscar seemed to get uncomfortable, tensing  with the mention of the babies again, but he put his arm back around monty and laid back in the bed closing his eyes, still tired. He wasnt sure this domestic lifestyle was going to fit him well or that he even wanted it. But he didnt want to be like his dad either, who chose to leave them behind in favor of his rock band or whatever the fuck. It's not like he didnt want kids, he just.. didnt want to give up his current lifestyle either. He didnt want to be some boring soccer dad. He didnt want to give up his not-so-kid-friendly things. He rubbed his thumb against montys hand laced with his. Leaving was never a considered option, because he never wanted to be without monty. Even if he didnt want to be tame and domestic, he supposed if that's what monty wanted, hed go along with it. Hed do anything for him. Even if He hadnt gotten up to gall to hold or touch his newborns yet. But it's not like he had to, right? It wasnt a rushed thing. It's not like theyd combust if he didnt hold them. They wouldnt even remember today. It was unlikely theyd remember anything of their first 2 years. Hopefully theyd never know what a weak coward of a father he was.  His grip had tightened slightly on montys hand and he quickly loosened it when he realized, trying to relax in this uncomfortable building. He shifted on the bed so he was on his side, pulling monty close to snuggle, he felt a slickness between his legs. Whether is was regular slick or blood, he wasnt sure, but he 100% didnt care. Who knew being in a hospital killed his libido? Well, maybe not killed, but certainly dulled. Then again, that couldve been the drugs too. He was effectively ignoring the bundled babies between them too. He needed time.

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Monty had known it was hard for Oscar to give up his free lifestyle, though no one said he had to. After all it was his choice to do what he wanted, just because he was married and a father now didn't mean he was tied down. Monty didn't care, just as long as he didn't leave. Oscar didn't have to be a dad if he didn't want to be, Monty knew it was hard on him as it was. And through the years they had been through a lot, Monty wasn't going to force him to change or do anything he didn't want to. He laid his head against Oscar's shoulder and cuddled with him feeling him squeezing his hand. Was he regretting settling and having a family with him? Was that truly even something Oscar wanted? Monty tried pushing the thoughts from his mind. "Uoh god-" he shifts and gets up from the bed as quickly as he could without tussling the babies too much and went into the bathroom. He started throwing up, and when his stomach was empty he dry heaved. There was a knock on the door and after a moment the door opened and Atlas walked in, a nervous smile on his face. "Hey, sorry to barge in wanted ta stop by an sees how yous guys were doin'." he noticed Monty wasn't there, "Eh, did I come at a bad time? I can come back some otha' time." Monty came out of the bathroom wiping his mouth, "No.. youre fine." he went over to the bed and put the twins into the cradles then sat on the edge of the bed. Sweat collecting around his skull. Atlas walked over to him "Are yas doin okay there Monty?" he asked concerned. Monty didn't answer him, he looked like he was going to be sick again, before dry heaving. Atlas put a trash bin in front of him.

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Oscar sat up painfully quick when monty rushed off, almost following before he seen he was going to the bathroom to barf. he stayed put, listening silently. there wasnt anything he could really do to help and in the back of his mind a little voice whispered he's sick of you. everyone can smell your weakness. he stared blankly down at the babies until atlas walked in, to which he also looked blankly at for a moment before shrugging to the question, unsure what to answer.  he watched monty come out and move the babies, and he scooted ever so slightly toward the edge of the bed when monty sat down before pausing in his action and instead shifting to rub montys back. if he left now, said he wanted to grab something, like coffee, and just left the building, would anyone really notice? no, it wasnt a smart or logical thought, and he didnt want to leave monty, but the growing uncomfortableness of being here was starting to seep in.  every little aspect was becoming a prominent thorn in his side. the voices in the halls, the needle in his arm, the minimal clothing, the smell of the hospital, monty sick of him(whether or not it was true), all stacking up like bricks on his chest. he stayed quiet, breathing slow and calculated, doing what he could to alleviate montys discomfort by rubbing his back.

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Monty felt Oscar rubbing his back and looked at Atlas "I want to go home.. I want to go home with Oscar and sleep in my own bed." he stated. "I know sweetheart, but ya guys gotta stay a lil longer just to make sure yous okay." Atlast said frowning. Then he got up and looked into the cradles at the babies, it was just like him and Monty all over again. He turned and smiled at them. "Ey, I got an idea. I can pull a favor in for tha doc yea? I'll be right back." Atlas left the room leaving the two alone again. Monty sighed shaking a little as he caught his breath, trying not to dry heave again. He looked to Oscar, they both looked pretty beat. "We will go home soon okay babe? I promise." he puts his hand on Oscar's chest, "We can sleep in our own bed, and binge watch movies, and eat good food." Altas came back in with paperwork which he had filed out and hands to Monty and Oscar smiling. "Here, got ya a get outta' "jail" free card." he chuckled pleased with himself. "Jus sign here an here, and yous guys can go home." Monty looked at it where he and Oscar needed to sign, then looked at Atlas. "Don't we-." before he could finish Atlas added. "Yous guys just need a lot of bed rest, James can come an check on yas, and me an the wife can help care for tha babies until ya good enough for it too." he rubs his neck "I .. uh .. hears takin care of twins is a handful." he looked at them. "I uh mean, only if ya want to." Monty was looking at the papers, he knew Oscar hated hospitals and staying here longer wasn't in his to-do list. He looks over at the twins for a moment, "Actually... I .. I'm going to stay here. Could you take Oscar home maybe? I just want to make sure the twins are okay before I really take them out of here."

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oscar reacted with a weak tail thump at the touch to his chest, but when atlas returned with the news, his expression slowly morphed into a dark frown. by the end of it, he ended up snapping loudly with a growl to his voice "i dont need a damn release form, i can leave whenever i want!" he bared his teeth for a moment, before turning to face the window, knowing the outburst was completely uncalled for, but god damn it, this entire thing was bullshit. they drugged him, he should kill them. he shook his head, knowing that too was completely uncalled for to think. they were just trying to help. he stood up, grabbing his clothes from the duffle bag and quickly changing right there in front of them, where there was obvious blood still slowly leaking from between his legs, along with ripping the iv from his arm. he turned, walking briskly, pausing at the door. he didnt want to make monty upset by just storming out. he turned, quickly giving a kiss to montys cheek "ill see ya later." he gently took the papers from montys hand before crumpling them and tossing them to the floor, shooting a glare at atlas, again knowing it was uncalled for, but he was pissed and atlas happened to be the only other person in the room he could be pissed at. he left, to which was noticed by a couple nurses who tried to stop him, but a glare and growl was a clear sign to keep their distance, and by the time they called security to go to the exits and stop him, he'd somehow slipped from the building from an unknown exit. maybe it was from oscar yelling earlier, but the smaller baby started crying for the first time.

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Both Monty and Atlas were startled by the outburst, and Atlas automatically put his arms around Monty. "Sorry-" was all he could utter out. He watched him kiss Monty before leaving, then looked to his brother after the door slowly closed his soul pounding. Atlas heard the other baby crying and looked over at it, then being careful took it out of the crib. "Guess it doesn't like that its ...daddy left." he said and handed them to Monty who appeared to be in shock. Atlas took out the other baby and held it as he sat next to Monty "Hey, its gonna be okay ya? He'd come back .. I think, jus' needs to blow off some steam." Monty didn't say anything he just held the tiny baby against him, shaking. Monty felt tears brimming his eyes before rolling down his cheeks, startled Atlas put the baby on the bed between him and Monty before taking the smaller baby. "Hey- hey its okay .. don't cry, everythings gonna be okay. I didn't mean ta make him upset.. .I was .. I was just tryin ta ... sorry I suppose'n I shoulda just. .minded my own.." he sighed, looking down at the smaller baby. "Its just like yous ya know?" he gently touches the baby's face. "Ma an pa said yous tha smaller one between us. Still am I guess." he looked up at Monty who walked over to the bathroom,  "Monty? Yous -..." before he could say anything further the door shut and he heard a click. Atlas got up in a mild panic, putting the twins back in the cribs then went over to the door. "H-hey buddy ya aint gotta lock tha door, come on its okay uh ... " Atlas wracked his brain, how was he going to convince his brother to come out? Especially when he didn't want to. Even Atlas started to choke up, "Please .. ya aint gotta listen ta me. .but .. come on tha babies need ya don't lock yerself in." he said leaning on the door. "Ya was so excited ta becomin' a dad..I can't leave I don't want tha babbies to be out here by themselves. Come on Monty, open tha door."

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oscar quickly made his way to his parked car, unlocking and hopping in it, he started it and pulled out fast, making a skid sound as he sped away. he had no idea where to go, his house was empty and lonely. but he also felt like no one would want to be bothered by him. sal would only fret and worry. he was just a burden to everyone, he knew that especially after how monty had to make up whatever he could to get him to listen. he was a child that monty felt he had to babysit. he parked the car eventually in some empty parking lot and put his head on the steering wheel to try thinking of what to do while trying not to cry. if he went home, he risked his parents or sal coming to scold him. like the child you are. he'd pick somewhere else to stay for now, somewhere they wouldnt find him. the baby quieted when it was picked up, but after being sat down again it started wailing pitifully, tiny lungs not making as loud of a cry as most other newborns.

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Hearing his twin crying the bigger baby cried too, he couldn't find where the other was so he couldn't comfort him. Atlas struggled trying to coax and convince Monty to come out of the bathroom half begging him, explaining the babies needed him and that he didn't mean to make Oscar leave. Monty didnt answer he didnt even open the door. Altas tried not to panic and went back over to the babies, what was he going to do? He couldn't care for them, he didn't have what the babies needed. He tensed up, then went over to the door and shouted "Come out of there!!! Don't be tha way da was!! Don't be a selfish asshole! Tha babbies need yous!" he panted at his outburst. Still nothing, he put his head against the door. "Look .. I know yer hurtin', but .. right now, tha babbies are important. They need ya." He waited quietly, hoping, hoping that ,that would of convinced his twin to come out.  "Ya not like dis Montague," he left the door and went over to the twins taking them both out carefully. He held them in his arms and rocked them trying to sooth the babies. "When ya grows up, ya can both hate me for chasin off yer daddies..." he sighed. The bigger of the two clung onto Atlas, he felt and almost smelt like Monty to him. It was familiar, so he calmed down. Atlas sighed rocking them, before he softly sang, a lullaby his mum used to sing to him.

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oscar would be driving for a while before he'd stop at a hotel and get a room to sleep in, feeling incredibly tired, especially due to the blood loss he didnt get to fully recover from and still slowly leaking out of him. he crawled under the covers, ignoring his bloodied pants and falling into an uncomfortable sleep. the smaller baby didnt quiet right away, having gotten worked up, but being weak, it didnt take more a couple minutes of crying before it got tuckered out and stopped, unable to keep up the energy of crying. though with the commotion, a nurse wouldve heard and come to check on them.

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Atlas was sitting there trying to calm his anxiety, he was a nervous wreck "Onna dem left an- an my brotha locked himself in tha bathroom. He ain't comin out, please doc can ya do something?" he asked worried as he held the twins. Monty still didn't come out of the bathroom, though when he heard the babies quiet down he came out after a moment. Saying nothing he walked over to them and took them from Atlas, then sits on the bed to feed them both. "Shh Papa is here..." he said softly, "I'm not goin anywhere." Atlas sighed softly looking at them. "I .. I'm gonna get on home-" "No." Monty cut him off, choking up "Please.. don't leave me here alone." he stated, begging. Atlas looked at him, then to his phone and texted Maude he was going to be staying awhile. He leans over and kisses Monty on the skull before covering him up with the blanket.

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jillie and oxana would have arrived by noon, asking what happened before sighing at the answer and somberly gushing over how cute the babies were. jillie would offer to sit and stay with monty for the night, if he wanted the company, while sal and oxana went to search for oscar(no luck). oscar eventually woke up late that night, ending up sleeping the entire day. he felt sick and in pain. he slowly got out of bed, wincing and groaning. shoulda stole the pain meds on his way out. he noticed the time and made the decision to go back to the hospital, not only to swipe some pain relief, but also to check in with monty. he didnt like leaving him there, but thats what rash decisions get you.

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Monty had half a mind to leave the hospital, Atlas had left a while after Jillie and Oxana showed up, apologizing again for something he didn't really have to be sorry for. Monty looked exhausted, and he didn't sleep at all. He stayed there with the twins, holding them and feeding them every few hours. He didn't even talk to Oscar's Moms either, he just stared down at the twins, exhausted. Monty did not respond to anyone in the room, he fought sleep for so long hoping Oscar would come back. Though all that came through the door were nurses, who repeatedly told him he needed to sleep, he ignored them. It wasn't until early in the morning when Monty could no longer stay awake that he gave in. He let Jillie take the babies from him, allowing exhaustion to overtake him and pass out. One of the nurses came back in to check on the babies to see how they were doing, she knew the smallest needed the intensive care even though it appeared to be doing alright. Worried the nurse explained that the baby needed its parent, after checking its vitals and giving it a bit of a supplement boost the nurse left.

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Jillie had taken care of the babies once monty finally passed out, she went with them to the nursery, or well, the smaller one. the healthier one they left in the cradle in montys room and just had a nurse nearby to listen out for crying. (they were probably worried to take it to the nursery since monty would get so protective) oscar had driven his pained ass back down to the hospital and first snagged some meds (more like stole). he injected a needle of a small dose in his arm, leaning against the wall in the closet he'd hid in to wait for it to kick in, which didnt take too long. oh, sweet relief. he still felt tired and sick, but at least he wasnt in as much pain. he shoved the vial in his pocket and trashed the needle before sneaking his way down the nearly empty halls. being 2am, there wasnt a ton of staff bustling around and most everyone was asleep. he slipped into montys room unnoticed, seeing monty was asleep. he didnt want to bother him, he looked tired. the bigger of the two babies was next to the bed still. the smaller no where in sight. which honestly was a relief to him. the sight of it made him uncomfortable with guilt. this one didnt though. he leaned over the cradle, putting a hand in to gently play with its tiny hand and couldnt help but smile at how small it was and even if it was the bigger one, he could only think 'how can you exist being so tiny?'

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Monty had dark rings under his eyes, he stayed asleep the whole time. He hadn't even heard Oscar come in or stir from his sleep. Though his head was filled with depressed thoughts and nightmares, so his sleep wasn't comfortable. The baby in the crib held Oscar's finger with one hand, with his legs tucked up Oscar could see his tiny tail. He yawned and stuck his tongue out his eyes still closed, babies slept a lot. One of the nurses had come in to check on Monty and the babies, and seeing Oscar there gave her a start, she gasped and dropped the things she was holding. Her eyes darted over to the bed seeing Monty was still asleep, but the sound startled the baby and he started crying.

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Oscar jumps at the sound, looking back at the nurse with a glare, he snaps at them "if ya know whats good for you, you wont say shit about me being here, got it?" he easily lifts the small baby into his arms, a little nervous to hold a newborn, but its not like he hadnt done it before with others kids.

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The nurse looked at him confused, before picking up the things she had. She said nothing to him then walked over to where Monty was and started hooking him up with an IV and to a monitor to keep track of his vitals. Since Monty rejected any of the food or drink he was offered since Oscar left he was dehydrated. The nurses didn't even get a chance to bring them food before hand either since they were still making sure the babies were stabilized. She then handed Oscar a feeding syringe that had a supplement the same thing given to the premature baby would be given to this one as well. Then she turned to the door, seeing that Oscar was watching her every move she put her finger against her lips, then walked out the door closing quietly behind her.

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Oscar did his best to feed the little bundle the syringe of whatever it was. he remembered when ozzi was little, theyd give her medicine, so maybe the baby was sick. was that his fault? it probably was. everything was his fault. he sat on the other side of the bed, they hadnt detached the beds, still leaving the two strapped together. he hadnt eaten either that day, having been sleeping the whole time. the only thing he’d done was grab a shower and new clothes before he left the hotel.

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The baby had taken the supplement though it was probably gross as he scrunched his face, and sort of stuck his tongue out like he was trying to spit it out even though he didn't know how to. Then the baby yawned when Oscar went to sit down near Monty. So far it was still dark outside, the sun was yet to come up. No one bothered them either, the baby was making tiny noises but didn't cry or fuss. Just in a way 'talking', he closed his little hands into fists and fell asleep after another yawn. His little tail nub wiggled before tucking up between his legs.

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oscar couldnt help but smile at how fucking cute this baby was, and as much as he wanted to bounce it around, he was pretty sure newborns didnt appreciate that kind of action and would have to wait a good month or two. he kissed the top of its head, snuggling it close to him and moving to lay back on the bed with them. he was pretty fucking hungry, so he sent a text for a delivery of food, not just for him but for monty too. he ordered breakfast, pancakes, eggs, bacon, biscuits and sausage gravy. he practically was drooling over the thought of food at this point, even while feeling sick, which was a really weird mixed feeling he didnt like.  he got up to set the baby back in the cradle so he could lay down and snuggle monty, trying to be careful not to wake him as he put his arm around him and pressed close behind him to wait until the food got there. except that he fell asleep, so the nurse left the delivered food on the tray table instead. jillie had come back to see him there, and instead of waking him up to scold him, decided 'at least he came back and we know where he is now' so she left them be and got a hotel nearby to sleep in with oxana.

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Monty had only slept for a while, his dreams kept waking him up. At one point he woke up gasping, and didn't know where he was. He saw Oscar's form there but it didn't register he was actually there, Monty sobbed a little before getting up to go to the bathroom. Thats when he noticed one of the babies was gone, well all hell broke lose at that point. He ripped the iv out of his arm, and took the remaining baby out of the crib before leaving the hospital room with him. He was delirious from lack of proper sleep, going around and asking and demanding for his baby. The nurses tried to keep him calm but he fought them back, "No! I lost my husband I don't want to lose my babies give them to me!" he shouted. One nurse had a hold of the baby to keep it from getting hurt, while others tried to hold Monty down. Then a doctor came up and stuck Monty with a sedative to get him to calm down. It worked almost instantly and he collapsed, sobbing and begging for them to give him his babies before passing out. The nurse took to the baby to the nursery where others were. The twin though was probably back in intensive care.

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Oscar had woken with the movement, but apparently monty was completely out of it and didnt even recognize him when he tried to calm him. he didnt put up much of a fight when they sedated him. what was he supposed to do? monty wasnt even recognizing him. or maybe he just didnt want to. maybe he's purposely ignoring you. sure, not the most logical thought for the situation, but he was in a pretty deep well of self hatred after the whole baby thing, and it seemed no matter what he did to try to do good, it just failed miserably. after he watched them lay monty back in bed, he wasnt sure whether or not he should stay or leave again. before he could skip out, jillie had come back and caught him, insisting he let her hook him up to an iv. he listened, but sat outside in one of the chairs in the hall with her instead of the room with monty, also ignoring the delivered food. he wasnt hungry anymore.

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It was rough for all of them, the baby wouldnt stop crying in the nursery though no matter what the nurses did. They held him, changed him, tried to feed him, nothing helped, he just screamed and screamed. The nurse who had stopped by previously took the baby from the nurse in the nursery and walked up the hall to where Jillie and Oscar were sitting, then carefully laid him in Oscar's arms. "He wants to be with you." was all she said before turning away and going back. She was right, as soon as the baby was put into Oscar's arms he stopped crying and made little worried noises before calming down and resting against him. His tiny hand grabbing a fistful of Oscar's shirt.

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oscar almost cried when he was handed the baby and it stopped crying. this tiny thing didnt know how much of a complete fuck up he was. more people were starting to roam the halls now, so he moved back into the room, but sat in the corner next to the window instead of on the bed. he felt guilty and useless, but he couldnt really leave now that his mom was guarding the door. well, he could if he pushed her out of the way when she tried blocking his path, but he really didnt want to push her. so instead he chose to sit with the baby, legs up on the couch and wait for a chance to leave unnoticed. which might not happen since it looked like jillie would be trading places with oxana to watch over the room. he stared down at the baby, talking quietly "youre gonna be awful disappointed in me when youre older. hopefully i wont fuck you up as much as my mom did to me.." but the only reason she fucked him up was because he was with her for a few years.  if he'd never known her, he wouldve been better off. what if theyre better off without me too? he did his best not to cry at that thought, because that meant leaving, like, leaving leaving. what if thats why his dad left? what if he knew he'd make everything worse? he scrunched his legs up so he was more huddled on the couch, even if the position hurt his stomach.

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The baby stayed comfortable in his arms not letting go of his shirt as he moved to sit down. Monty was still out cold because of the sedative, and rehooked up to the monitor and iv. But he really needed the sleep, he was desperate and delirious and even when Oscar tried to calm him down he kept fighting through it not exactly hearing him. The baby in Oscar's arms listened to him talking, making little noises again before for the first time since birth opening his eyes. It took him a little to get used to the brightness of the room before looking up at Oscar, and he even smiled. The baby let go of his shirt and brought both of his hands up towards Oscar's face cooing.

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Oscar leaned closer to let the baby touch his face, as cute as it was being, he wasnt thinking very highly of himself at the moment and didnt respond more then talking quietly about how much of a horrible person he was and how hed be a terrible father and theyd grow up to hate him the way he hates his birth parents. Not that the baby would understand anything other than the sound of a familiar voice. Eventually, probably around noon, jillie and oxana would walk in and announce it was time to go home. Oscar wouldnt question it, glad to leave(sorry atlas, he didnt like being told he had to have permission from doctors to leave) Theyd rented a van and put car seats in it for the babys, already having put everything theyd needed, including iv bags, meds and poles, in the trunk.(though unlike oscar, they paid for it).  Jillie gently rubbed montys shoulder in attempt to wake him up, already having a couple nurses carry the babies out to the car with oxana. Oscar stood near the door, waiting with the wheelchair for monty. He was meant to be sitting in one too, but he had aggressively refused to the point jillie gave up trying.

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Monty didnt know what was going on at first, he had slept for a long time and when his shoulder was touched he whimpered and muttered something about losing everything and to leave him alone. One of the nurses that was there told Monty he was going home and using a smelling salt to wake him up more. After a bit of adjustment he sits up on the bed and rubs his face, he felt sick everything seemed to of gone all wrong in a matter of moments. The smell of food hit him like a ton of bricks and he realized how hungry he was. Though at the moment he saw everyone standing in the doorway with a wheelchair ready and packed up to leave. He couldn't entirely remember much of what happened before and figured it was a bad dream. Though the memory of Oscar actually leaving had stuck in his mind, he felt a little guilty seeing him standing there. And first thing he wanted to do was apologize to Oscar for "making him come back." But the words stuck in his throat. When they got out to the car and everyone was buckled in Monty let out a tired sigh and leaned into Oscar, they were going home where they'd be able to relax and put the anxious feelings behind them. Hopefully. Nervously Monty held Oscar's hand hoping he wasn't upset with him, neither of them liked hospitals and the whole situation itself made them both uncomfortable. By the time they got back to their home though, Monty just wanted to sleep. Both he and Oscar needed the rest, physically and emotionally drained. Monty didn't let go of his hand as he went inside and took him to their room to lay down and recuperate.

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oscar had left the food he’d ordered at the hospital, no longer wanting it. he was pretty sure monty hated him now, until monty actually held his hand. he immediately shifted closer to monty with the small gesture, leaning over him to snuggle on the ride home. oxana had ordered more food, seeing that oscar let his go cold and untouched, picking it up on the way home. she handed oscar the bag with a short "monty hasnt eaten." knowing that would spark oscar to attempt making him eat and hopefully the other way around too, counting on them trying to take care of each other. though she wasnt entirely sure if it would work, it was a softer approach than jillies was.  jillie and oxana would go get the babies and take care of them while their parents rested. oscar sat the bag of food on the nightstand, staying silent for a moment before tugging monty into his lap, back to his chest and kissing his neck, not wanting to seem forceful since he knew he had been doing a lot of aggressive yelling the past couple days "do.. you wanna eat? i mean, ya should.. its uh, good to eat.." smooth

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Monty had changed into something more comfortable to sleep in, his body ached and his stitches were still raw. His breasts hurt from being swollen and full of milk, he was about to get comfortable on the bed when Oscar pulled him onto his lap and suggested food. At first Monty wasn't sure if he was hungry though his stomach reminded him to eat. So he utters a soft "Only if you will.." as he leaned back against him. He was tired and all that was on his mind at the moment was sleep. He didnt ask about the babies or bring up the hospital or anything, when he was given food he tore off pieces of it and ate some. Unfortunately the food didn't entirely agree with his stressed out body. And he was also crying while he ate, so he was partially choking on the food while trying to keep it down.

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oscar had set one of the takeout boxes of breakfast foods in front of them to eat, doing as monty wanted and eating too, and once he started, he honestly wanted to shove it all down his throat, but he restrained himself, especially since monty seemed upset and he didnt want to seem rude or uncaring for woofing down the food while his partner cried. instead he started kissing his neck and rubbing his shoulders and apologizing profusely, for anything and everything he mightve done to upset him in the last two days.

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Monty sniffled as he ate trying to calm down as Oscar attempted to sooth him and apologize. He finished the bite he had in his mouth before turning and kissing Oscar on the mouth long and hard. Monty cups the side of his face pressing into him while he kissed him, he knew kissing was a way of strengthening or reconnecting a bond. He broke the kiss after a while "I'm sorry too..." he said softly before settling back on his lap and continuing to eat. He hadn't realized how hungry he really was, he also half wondered if there was enough there for the both of them. Monty picks up a pancake ball, dips it into syrup and holds it up to Oscar's mouth to eat it.

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oscars tail thumped the bed and he kissed back eagerly, not entirely thrilled when monty pulled away, but he supposed eating was a higher priority at the moment. luckily for monty, there were 3 other boxes of food in the bag, because oxana knew her boy could eat a lot if he felt like it. oscar happily took a bite, offering monty food too with the little plastic spoon that came in the boxes, not taking long before he had to grab a second box. the kiss cheered him up like magic, and now he felt like he could really chow down, mumbling through a bite "fuck this is almost as good as sex." almost.

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Monty also ate what Oscar offered, and ate until he was full and not more, he didn't want to be losing all of it especially after how hungry he had been. To help settle his stomach he laid back on the bed trying to relax but his body ached all over still and he was still emotional too. He didnt have a reason why he was crying except he was tired, he had laid his legs over Oscar's lap. "Hey baby," he said clearing his throat. "Can we take a hot bath? I kinda want to soak..." he hoped the idea of soaking in the tub would help them both feel better, especially since they didnt wash up since giving birth, well.. Monty didnt.

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oscar quickly downed what was left, plus a third box. licking his fingers like the messy boy he is and tossing the trays onto the nightstand, nodding "anything you want, baby." he was pretty sure his mom would be coming in any minute to try sticking them with iv bags, so anything he could do to avoid that was a fantastic idea. he got up, not in a ton of pain since he would take a shot of the painkillers he stole whenever it started feeling worse, and offered to help monty down, even if there were little stairs for him to use.

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Monty let Oscar finish eating before getting off the bed wincing, he held Oscar's hand as he got down then went over to the bathroom. The tub was so much bigger then it was at their previous home, as if that was even possible. Basically it was no longer a tub but a jacuzzi, with jets and everything. Monty sort of felt intimidated by the massive tub but climbed in anyway after stripping off his clothes. He filled the tub with warm to almost hot water and attempted to relax, looking at Oscar "You okay babe..?"

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Oscar hesitated a little, still uncomfortable with his slightly less masculine form, even if it wasnt that different, along with that he kept bleeding, though thankfully less than before. He didnt want to get the water bloody or gross Monty out. He shrugged in response, embarrassed "you mind if I'm a little.. bloody?"

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Monty actually laughed, and it was a good laugh, but it wasn't at Oscar, more of the question he asked. "Mind it babe? Obviously not, I mean when I was on my period that one time you practically fucked me in the bathtub so .. no babe I dont mind at all if you are a little bloody." Monty smiled and held his hand out to him. "Come here handsome." he said, its been a good while since the two were naked together, even if Oscar didn't have the 'parts' he wanted.

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Oscar grinned, glad to hear him laugh, he stripped off what little he had left on to get in the tub behind monty, pulling him into his lap again and once again peppering kisses wherever he could reach, lathering up a sponge to gently wash his little man and even bringing up the babies on his own. Or well, one of them "how long till we have to wash Shiloh? Do they even get dirty, they dont do anything."

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Monty looked up at him, then down again trying to think "They do get dirty, and should be wiped clean carefully." he stated leaning back against Oscar, feeling his body behind him sent shivers up his spine. He let Oscar wash him up, smiling softly as he was no longer the only one with the tiniest hands and feet. Though he said nothing, just leaning into Oscar more, he then tilts his head back and pulls Oscar's head downward for an upside down kiss.

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oscars tail wags between his legs, kissing back eagerly again. no belt, no worries. even if they both had stitches. he slipped his hands down montys sides,and then rubbing his thighs upward, when he was interrupted with a knock on the door. he paused for a couple seconds, before ignoring it, hand moving to montys pussy- and again, knocking. he stopped kissing him and huffed "we're takin a bath!" jillies voice answered back "baths arent good for your stitches! i taught you this! get out of there! now!" she sounded very adamant. he frowned and looked down at monty "wanna ignore her? she.. probably wont kick the door down."

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Monty shifted almost tense but he opened his legs when Oscar touched him, feeling an excited rile in his body. But the knocking killed it, "We should listen." he said and got out of the tub, so much for a soak to help him feel better. He wraps in a towel handing one to Oscar before opening the door. "Sorry Mama.." he stated passing her and going to lay down on the bed, letting out a pained groan before stretching out. Why did everything hurt. A portion of his mind was on Oscar and touching him again, but he didn't want his husband to hurt or worse end up back in the hospital with more complications.

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jillie smiled at monty, clapping her hands. clearly the nickname had buttered her up easily. oscar on the other hand, stuck out his tongue childishly at her as he walked by. she rolled her eyes and quickly bounced around, getting poles set up, to which oscar immediately pointed out "pretty sure we don't need those anymore, we're both eatin and walkin."  she continued setting everything up anyways "yes, but you know what happens if you get extra? you heal better, faster. at least use these for just today, and tonight you can sleep without them. thats not long at all, sweetheart, its already past noon." oscar only groans, laying on the bed with only a towel wrapped around his waist, letting jillie hook him up to the iv. she then hopped over to monty, though she paused to ask him if it was ok first, along with offering him a pain pill that the doctor prescribed. she offered oscar one too, but oscar just dug the pain med vial out of his pants pocket and shook it before setting it on the nightstand. she huffed "i cant believe you, do you even know which kind you took, or the dosage?" he grinned and shrugged "nope, but it worked pretty damn fine."

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Tensing up slightly Monty looked at her as she got the needle to hook him back up to the iv, let let out a shaky breath. "Okay..." he said softly, then looked at Oscar when he stated he didnt care to look at what drug he grabbed. "Oscar...what if ... " he sighed shaking his head, nevermind hes an adult he can do what he wants right? Monty didn't want him getting hurt, he looked away "Can't Mama just take care of you? She knows what she is doing, I don't want you getting sicker." he stated then took the pill she gave him before settling back on the bed still in just the towel. And she was right the stitches had been irritated from the water so now it was all pink and puffy.

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jillie finished with taping montys iv in place and then went back to oscar to clean and bandage his wound, which oscar started to protest, before stopping and letting her, due to montys words. he frowned, looking at monty "i.. am lettin her, but i know what im doin too. im not a kid, and ive been livin plenty of years by myself. i was jus kiddin, i know what i grabbed, its not like id inject somethin random." well, he mostly knew what he grabbed. he recognized the name as something he'd taken before.  jillie grabbed and kissed oscars cheek "you are my smart little boy, but im the one who practiced nursing sweetie." he pouted as she checked the vial before leaving it there, deeming it safe enough. having oscars stitches slathered in antibiotic and bandaged, she moved on to montys, politely asking again first. oscar was looking down, a little miffed that monty was on his moms side, he thinks youre an idiot now. he argued back in his head, he always did, whats the difference? he rolls over on his side, facing monty and tentatively putting a hand out, forcing his cocky attitude with a wink "i promise i know what im doin babe, even if i fuck up.. sometimes." all the time.

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"I just don't want you getting sick babe, thats all I'm sorry." Monty said worriedly, he took Oscar's hand in his and laced his fingers together with his. Waiting until Jillie finished before snuggling closer to Oscar. "I like this better any how, with the two of us." he mumbles something then kissed him again, before laying his head under Oscar's chin. "I know you know what you're doing, sorry for bein a worrywart." he said "I just care...maybe a little too much an that its annoyin." Monty squeezes his hand. "But I want you to know I care." he then scoots into the bed more and under the blanket. The tiredness was starting to once more sink into him and all he wanted to do was sleep. But he pauses and sits up, taking something out of the bag, a little shyly "Sorry, excuse me. Can you please step out for a moment?" he asked Jillie, hoping she would comply before embarrassingly putting a breast pump against his chest. He'd get enough milk for both babies in bottles -and extra, then handed them to Jillie when he finished. "Thank you.." he said smiling a little nervously before climbing back onto the bed with Oscar.

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jillie listened, figuring what he was doing, when she came back in, she looked at oscar, a little worriedly "and what about you dear? you know it'd be helpful if you contributed to feed them.." oscar tensed, playing with montys fingers and stayed quiet for a moment before answering "maybe later.." she frowned, knowing it might not be long before it dried up, but there were plenty of babies who did just fine on only formula, so it wasnt the end all if he didnt help.  but, she also wanted these babies to be as healthy as possible. "how about, i let you get some rest and then you do a little pumping? maybe in the bathroom? please?" he wouldnt meet her eyes and shrugged before grinning wide "yeah, i can do some 'pumpin', cant guarantee its what youre wantin tho." she made an exasperated noise "dont talk like that! ugh, get some rest, mister. you too monty." she actually walked over and tucked monty and oscar in, giving them both a smooch on the forehead. oscar was not thrilled with the baby treatment, but didnt complain, turning over and mussing up the tucking she did on his side to snuggle with monty.

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Monty wiped himself off with the towel since the two were still basically naked under the blanket and towels. Being snuggled with after they were tucked in Monty cuddles against the front of Oscar "Night Mama." he said then closes his eyes. But... he wasn't really about to sleep, because when Jillie left, he took Oscar's hand and placed it between his thighs. "Please... touch me." he whispered blushing. He hadn't had contact in so long and he really wanted it. Even if he knew how much Oscar disliked his parts and the fact he couldn't knot and fill Monty until they were healed. Just touching would do them both a world of good - maybe. Monty did that that notion in the back of his head that if they werent careful Oscar could be hospitalized.

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oscar was surprised to have his hand moved, but he was definitely game, tail thumping the bed in excitement, doing as monty asked, being gentle and thorough with the touches before he slid his fingers in, tilting montys chin up to kiss him while he pumped the soft wet flesh. as tempted as he was to make a dick and fuck monty, he wasnt sure that was the best idea with stitches and the image of montys stomach ripping open and spilling guts wasnt a huge turn on to him. he'd hold off. for the moment. honestly, he was pretty excited that he didnt have to wait 2 more months to fuck, only like, a week tops now. his free hand slipped below the covers to touch himself at the same time, getting more excited by the thought and montys smell.

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Monty instantly let out a moan, though kept his voice down so it was half muffled. He kissed Oscar back moaning softly against his mouth, he became wet quickly, and his body aroused. The sweet faint smell of cotton candy filled their senses. Monty shyly teases one of his breasts while his husband touched between his legs, rocking his hips against the hand there for more friction. Murmuring praises and sweet nothings to Oscar and kissing him more feeling rather heated. He hoped Oscar wouldn't bleed more or hurt if he orgasmed, though this time there wasn't really anything inside of him to lose if he did. But healing would take even longer and he'd be bedridden. Monty presses against him half out of breath bringing his arm up to hook it around Oscar's neck, keeping his back pressed against his chest. He could feel Oscar touching himself behind him, causing him to shudder more.

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he slipped in a third finger, keeping matched rhythm with his hands in both of them, groaning and sloppily kissing down his jaw to suck on montys neck, mumbling about how good he smelled and sounded, grazing his teeth against him lightly, keeping his control easier this time around.

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Monty was in heaven blissed out from feeling Oscar touching him and enjoying himself as well. He kissed in return each that was given to him, and kept moving. He hoped Oscar was okay with that and not pulling the iv out at the same time, he knew Jillie would be upset if he did. Monty even idly glanced at the iv in his arm too. Though in moments his mind blanked "B-babe!!" he kissed Oscar hard on the mouth and came, his legs shaking.

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oscar was paying no attention to his iv, but thankfully it was long and not getting tugged. he felt monty tighten over his fingers, pushing them deep and rubbing his clit with his thumb. after that, he slipped his fingers out of monty and to his mouth, loving the taste and turning to lay on his back as he continued finger fucking himself and moaning around his fingers as he got close.

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Watching him Monty shifts getting up slightly before laying between his legs, knowing Oscar was still bloody and at the same time not caring. He ate his husband out to help him get close, flicking his tongue against Oscars clit before pressing it in, he squeezed his thighs moaning against him. Even looking up to see his lover's face, hoping Oscar was enjoying it. After all Monty wanted to pleasure him too.

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oscar willingly let monty take over, though it wouldnt last long, he made a final groan around the fingers in his mouth and bucked his hips up as he came, relaxing after a moment, drooling and dripping. "hot damn-" and unfortunately for monty, there was a bit of blood, though nothing tore, so that was a plus. enjoy that taste, little man.

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Monty pulled back his face wet from both fluids, though it wasnt exactly getting his wings. He wipes his mouth panting, then crawls up to snuggle Oscar cuddling like a leech. He kissed Oscar's neck and chin, feeling rather content and blissed out. "Was that good babe? I bet you liked being able to get off finally." he murmurs giving him another kiss.

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oscar made a pleased hum in response, wrapping his arms around him, tail thumping the bed again in bliss "so good, baby, so good.." he kissed monty, sighing in content "we have a lotta catchin up to do sweetheart. hope youre prepared." he grins, rubbing montys ass, clearly happy he could fuck again without major consequence.

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"Just gotta, take it slow for now though babe." Monty said feeling his stitches "We need to ... heal up first and if we are too fast we might undo whats been done." he looks at him smiling a little shyly "But when we are, you can pound me into the floor until I'm begging for more." he giggles.

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"hell yeah i can." he turns on his side with monty, nuzzling him "i cant wait to get back to full mast and see your little tummy stretch with my cock. though i think ill miss how big you were too.. it came with a pretty big downside of no rough sex though." he paused, squinting "wait, actually, even the time i roughed ya up, you were pretty ok- er, other than the biting.."

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Just thinking about getting stuffed with Oscar had Monty squirming, he hid his face against Oscar's chest. "Mmm babe.. don't talk about it.." he whined pressing against him "Youre gonna get me all horny .. like bad horny.." he pouted up at him. Though to ease his mind he was missing his babies already, a soft sigh escaped him and he felt a little lonely without them. After all he carried one for so long, he just quietly inched closer to Oscar. "I guess I miss all of it." he randomly said.

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oscar chuckled, rubbing his back "sorry, babydoll." his grin dropped when montys mood seemed to change "hm, whats wrong? miss what? the pregnancy or the not being pregnant and my cock. wait, you dont need to answer the last one, of course you miss my cock." he was joking, trying to lighten the mood again.

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He smiled softly as Oscar tried to lighten the mood. "Yeah, I do." he gives him a smooch. "But I'm sure you miss fucking me too and filling me to the brim." he stated, though he sits up looking at his hands and at his body for a moment. "I'm sorry... I guess.. I already miss holding them. Please don't be upset." he said looking at Oscar frowning a little. "I know a break from them was. . .is ? Important I guess... but." he swings his legs off the side of the bed. "I'm afraid I'm going to be restless without them."

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oscar sat up too, seeming to gauge his own feelings for a moment with a slight frown, before giving monty a smile, "why would i be upset, cant blame ya, babies are pretty damn cute." he paused, glancing away "you want me to go get shiloh? you shouldnt be walkin." he wasnt really meaning to leave the smaller one out, he was still just trying to come to terms with it all, and accepting montys baby was a lot easier than accepting the one he almost killed. he didnt really wait for a response before standing up and pulling on a pair of boxers, leaving his chest out since he kinda forgot he had them, especially since they werent much bigger than normal, albeit softer and squishier.

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Monty looked at him "Babe.. your iv." he pointed to the cord as it stretched from the pole. He faintly clenched his hand and took a breath. "Also... I would like both of them." he was gripping the bedcovers then stood up as well as he took the iv out of his arm and bandaged the spot. He pulls a bathrobe around himself and ties it, then took Oscar's hand "And, I am very well able to walk on my own thanks." he went out feeling a smidge guilty he wasn't in bed and sleeping like he should of been. He wondered if the twins were, he gave a faint smile to Jillie before seeing Shiloh wasn't asleep. He then looks over to see Ollie in his crib and carefully took him out, and with partial skill picked up Shiloh as well. "Hello my little handsome princes." he whispers giving them both a kiss.

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he watched him leave, fighting the urge to follow, though it didnt last long, walking slowly after, grabbing the pole and wheeling it with him. he watched silently by the doorway, a little hurt monty didnt even want his help in retrieving them. as if he thought oscar was incapable. or maybe he didnt trust him because they were so small and fragile and he'd been so aggressive before? he looked away, deciding he'd just go back to his room and rest like he was told. jillie made a little frown at the sight of them still up, but she didnt comment. she couldnt really control them, as they were adults, and she didnt want to overstep her boundaries by attempting to do so. all she could do was give strong suggestions and hope they listen, which this time, didnt seem to work.

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Monty brought Shiloh over to Oscar "Here," he said looking up at him and placing the baby in his arms. Then he went into their room and sat on the edge of the bed looking down at Ollie. He didnt understand why Oscar didn't want to acknowledge this baby, there wasn't anything wrong with him. So what if he was small, Monty is small too. Monty lays back on the bed waiting for Oscar to join him with Shiloh "I'm sorry I snapped.." he said softly as he pets Ollie's tiny head, "I just.. I mean.. " he lets out a stressed breath "Shiloh isn't the only baby." he uttered out.

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he was surprised to be handed the baby, still feeling like monty wasnt happy with him, he silently followed, sitting on the bed next to him after a moment of hesitation, propping his knees up and laying shiloh against them, playing with his tiny hands. he didnt respond right away "..i know.." was all he responded, not sure what else to say, he shrugged, mumbling and looking away "i dunno.. they remind me of.." he trailed of, not finishing the sentence. he and wes never officially picked the name, but it was at the top of the list, and its what he always considered the lost babys name to be. even so, he didnt want to say it and he was sure monty didnt care to hear it anyways. "they make me feel.. bad. i shouldve taken better care of them.. " ollie stayed sound asleep, heavy sleeper baby.

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"You did fine." Monty said making sure he was comfortable in his arms. "You weren't expecting to also be pregnant so it put a lot on you. But, hes fine hes just small.. I'm small." he stated holding one of Ollie's tiny hands. "If hes anything like you, he'll pull through. Hes strong, just like you, and hes beautiful, just like you." Monty said admiring the baby. He gently touches the dark patch on his face as he then leaned on Oscar putting his head on his shoulder. Shiloh was playing with Oscar's fingers then yawned, he was tired and was happy to be back with his dads. Shiloh just then noticed his sibling and stared at him for the longest moment before yawning again. Monty used his other hand to hold one of Oscar's "I love you, and I love our family too. I know it hurts to think about them, but this time.. this time its different. And ... you wont ever have to go through it again."

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Oscar smiled a little at all the sly compliments, quiet as monty spoke and replying a short "I know.." to the last one. "Its just.. hard not to think about. Because they came out of me, I guess.." and I'm poison. He leaned closer to shiloh and stuck his tongue out at them for a moment to see their reaction before looking over at the smaller one. He felt a disconnection to them. He wasnt sure why, not knowing that was a common thing new parents often felt. Everyone always seemed so happy when they had a baby though, including monty. He looked away again "I'm sorry." He wasnt sure if he was apologizing to monty or the baby. Maybe both. He didnt want monty to be upset with him though. He shifted a little, picking Shiloh up and handing him to monty, hesitating a moment before picking up ollie and putting them where Shiloh used to be against his knees. The comparison of how much smaller they were seemed drastic. "..even smaller than I thought youd be.." he forced a smile, glancing at monty "guess most of it was just fat huh?"

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Shiloh watched as Oscar stuck his tongue out at him, then stuck his own fist into his mouth. Once he was moved to Monty though he let go of his fist, and made faint noises. He also watched Oscar with Ollie, seeing the sad look on his dad's face. Monty held Shiloh as he leaned into Oscar's shoulder "You don't have to force yourself to love him you know, maybe .. in time you will." he said softly as he kissed Oscar's cheek. Monty adjusts sitting on his knees, he laid Shiloh down, gently moves Ollie and pulled Oscar's legs down before carefully sitting on his lap. Then he laid against him, picking up both babies and holding them in his arms since he and the twins were small enough to fit tucked against Oscar. Monty let out a soft sigh and nuzzled into him, listening to his soul beating softly in his chest. Feeling the same rhythm of his own soul.

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he let monty do as he pleased, putting his arms arms around him when he settled, frowning "i never said i didnt love them.." he loved avis too, even if he hadnt wanted them, or more like, didnt want to carry them. he sighed, not sure how to describe what his problem was. he wasnt even sure what it was. " i.. didnt want my first one, at first anyways, but after what happened, i missed them a lot.. and i think about what it'd be like if i.. if i hadnt of let them die.. so i know i love them." he touched one of their tiny hands again, changing the subject, ollie only yawned in response "i was thinkin.. if its alright with you, id uh, id like to get one of those block things or whatever, for my uh, soul.. i just.. really dont wanna end up pregnant again, ya know?" he averted his gaze, worried montys reaction would be negative "i mean, obviously i dont do i great job of carryin anyways, so..no big deal, right?"

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Monty heard Oscar and quietly listened, "I ... Im sorry I didn't mean it like that..." He kept listening to him, and about the idea of blocking his soul. Sure Oscar probably thought Monty would be cross with him, but he was quite the opposite. He sits up and kisses Oscar passionately on the mouth. "Okay babe, I'll go in with you when you get it done okay?" he said smiling softly as he cupped the side of his face. "Its your body, your choice, you can do whatever you want, and I will always stand by your side." he smiled "Through sickness and health, till death do we part." He gave him another kiss, slipping his tongue into Oscar's mouth. Pulling back after a moment, "You don't have to worry about any of that mess now, its okay and its all over. You don't have to go through it again I wont force you to." he lays back against him, "You'll be a great dad, and I'll help you."

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oh, nothing could be better than the relief he felt with that answer. wes had been the opposite, wanting multiple kids and to carry none of them, leaving it all on oscar who also didnt want to carry them, but was too much of a pushover to outright say no, a very bad deal in oscars mind. his tail thumped the bed and he didnt let monty get away from kissing that easy, lifting his chin back up to make out with him longer, which was also the moment ollie decided to sneeze, startling oscar since he forgot they were there at that moment, and also because "shit, big sneeze for somthin so tiny."

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Monty had been glad Oscar was happy, thats all he ever wanted, was for Oscar to be happy. He kissed him back smiling, and jumped when he jumped because Ollie sneezed. He looked down at the smaller twin that Shiloh was also slightly clinging onto, he too was startled from the sneeze of his brother. Monty smiled softly and just snuggled them, he was the happiest man on earth, though still a portion of him wondered if Oscar was too. And he looked up at him "Are you happy babe?" that was a loaded question. "You can be honest, don't be afraid to tell me how you feel just to appease me."

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Oscar paused, thinking over the question since monty wanted an honest answer. he shrugged a little, grabbing montys ass "i feel pretty happy right now, so yeah." he laid his head back on the headboard "its good to be out of that place." and not have a tiny thing living inside him anymore.

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That was good enough for Monty now, he smiled and gave him a smooch. Then kissed both of his twins nuzzling them, a soft sigh escaping. "Okay my little princes back to grama Jillie." he struggled a smidge to get off Oscar, and the bed before going out of the room, luckily he still had his robe on so he wasn't going out there completely naked. He laid them in the crib tucking them in and kissing them goodnight. Then went to Jillie, he knelt in front of her, and talked to her for a bit apologizing for getting up to see his babies instead of sleeping like she asked. He then put his arms around her gave her a hug and a goodnight kiss before going into the room again to cuddle up with Oscar.

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The Basement Pt. 2

Sorry that this took for fucking ever I apparently cant manage time

Warnings: death mention, animal sacrifice mention, murder mention, broken bones, blood mention

If I didnt tag something please let me know

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Jack, Smalls, and Tex were waiting for Spot and Race at the top of the steps. Well, the ones that lead to downstairs.

“Can we go to the kitchen first? I wanna see what it looks like,” Smalls didn’t wait for an answer. She was already headed to the kitchen. On the counter was a kitchen knife. Time had rusted it and it was fragile, but still as sharp as ever. You could cut a man with that.

“It was said that one of the owners performed witchcraft in here,” Race grabbed the knife and swung it around a bit, “they sacrificed cats, dogs, rabbits, anything really. Ya think they used this knife?” Smalls shuddered and shook her head.

“This is a house of psychopaths. Who would do such a thing to such innocent creatures?” Smalls shook her head and opened a few cabinets. Spices, ingredients and cook books that looked like they were about to fall apart. Smalls grabbed one of the books and tucked it under her arm.

“Ready for the basement?” Jack asked. Smalls nodded and followed Spot and Jack to the stairs. Taking a deep breath, Race carefully climbed down the steps. He wasn’t that nervous before. But the creaky stairs, the house settling, the eerie wind, and the fact that many people died here just didn’t sit right.

Glass shards crunched and cracked as Race stepped on them. The downstairs didn’t look any better than the upstairs. Everything was dusty. It was so dark that even with the flashlights Race could barely see. It was much colder too. Like, way colder. How was it this cold? Race was wearing a long sleeve shirt and a hoodie, so what the fuck?

In one of the corners was a dark stain. The closer Race got just confirmed what Race was thinking.

“Y’know, one of the owners had a sister who was like insane,” Race commented, staring at the dark red stain. “The owner treated her like crap. She was confined to her room, fed once a day, and never had human contact. When she was let out, he would have a rope tied to one of her wrists and he would walk her around the garden like an animal on a leash.”

“That’s sick,” Tex shook her head.

“One day he forgot to lock her door, though,” Race continued, not looking away from the stain. “And, she got out. She went ballistic. Grabbed a knife from the kitchen, chased him down here, and stabbed him in the chest, the neck, and the stomach. Then she practically gutted him. He died right over here.” The stain was blood. His blood. Race sighed and shuffled over to the rest of them, and looked around.

There was a door. A big, thick, wooden door. A door that definitely went to the basement. It had at least three locks on it. After all, they did keep a human being down there. Race thought of everything that possibly happened to her. The maid probably didn’t even push Mary, but they blamed her anyway. Forcefully shoved down a flight of stairs while crying, screaming that you didn’t do it. Having no human contact, no breath of fresh air, no food, no water, no sunlight. Race would go insane.

Jack pushed and pulled on the door. It didn’t budge. Tex, Smalls, and Jack pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled. Nothing.

“Did you try to, oh I don't know, unlock the door?” Race asked, stepping forward and unlocking two of them. The third one was stuck. “A little help here.” Spot pushed on the door, so did Jack and Tex. Finally, the door opened and Race fell forwards, tumbling down the steps. He landed on the cold, hard ground with a thud. Race groaned and pushed himself up onto his arms.

“Holy shit, are you ok?” Jack asked, giving Race a hand to pull himself up with. Race grabbed Jack’s hand, stood up, and winced. His ankle didn’t feel right. It hurt, like someone had sat on it it or something. Race grabbed his ankle and pulled his knee to his chest.

“Jacky, I think I broke my ankle,” Race winced.

“Medda’s gonna kill me,” Jack sighed, helping Race up.

“Hey guys, whats that?” Tex asked, pointing over to a shape a few feet away. She turned on the flashlight on her phone and slowly approached. Limping, Race hobbled over to see what Tex was talking about. There was… it was a human skeleton?

“Oh my god, it’s the maid,” Race whispered. He yelped when someone grabbed his shoulder, only to find out that it was Smalls. Race shrugged and bent town to grab one of the bones.

“Please don’t touch the human remains,” Smalls sighed. “It’s very unsanitary and it’s probably cursed.” Race shrugged and gently touched the skull. Then, the flashlight on Tex’s phone went out.

“That’s weird,” she said, smacking her phone with her hand. “It’s not even dead yet. 92% battery life.”

“It’s the curse,” Race laughed. Smalls punched his shoulder. “Whatever, it probably just can’t handle how cold it is down here.” Race wanted to keep his cool, but he was terrified. He wanted to get out of there and never look back at it ever again. Something about this place scared him to no end.

He picked up the skull, examining it. A brick fell out of the wall and onto the remains. Then another, then another. Tex and Smalls jumped back, but Race fell onto his back and struggled to get up. The pain in his ankle was almost to much to bare. Someone grabbed his waist and pulled him away from the collapsing wall. He kicked his legs, hitting whoever grabbed him. Fight or flight reflexes aren’t helpful when you’re hitting the person trying to help you.

Soon the whole wall was collapsing. The bricks had fallen over the remains, shattering them. What was left was a dirt wall, and a small hole dug into it.

“I’m not waiting to find out what’s in there,” Tex shook her head, already climbing the rickety old stairs. Smalls and Jack climbed up after her. Race tried to walk towards the stairs, but forgot someone was holding his waist. Logically speaking, he knew who the person was. It was the only one of his friends left. Spot. He shifted Race around in his arms until he was carrying Race bridal style. Race shrugged and went along with it.

Jack grabbed the door handle and started to tug on it. Then he pulled. It wouldn’t open. He blamed it on the door being old and rusted. Tex and Smalls had to help him. The downstairs was slightly warmer than the basement. Slightly. Everything was as it should have been. Something wasn’t right.

“Your flashlight work now?” Jack asked, looking over Tex’s shoulder as she tried to turn the flashlight on. Her phone was on and working just fine, but the flashlight was refusing to turn on. And it was dark. What if there was someone trying to murder them? Nah, that wouldn’t happen. Only in terrible horror movies. And, this isn’t a terrible horror movie.

“Nope,” Tex sighed. “I wonder why. My phone’s not dead, so it should-” she was cut off by a loud banging noise. The five of them froze, and a silence fell on the group. There was another bang. Then another, then another. Each was about five seconds apart, and it sounded like it was coming from upstairs.

“We should- we need to go,” Smalls slowly began to walk back up to the steps. There was another noise, this time coming from the basement. Smalls walked a bit faster. Race couldn’t do much. Spot was carrying him and his ankle was jacked. It wasn’t all bad though. He didn’t have to walk and Spot was walking quickly, so they wouldn't get murdered.

The basement door slowly opened. None of them were gonna stick around to find out why. Everyone was running. Everyone except Race. He couldn't! His foot hurt to bad to move, so Spot was the only chance he had making it out of there alive.

Suddenly, there was a high pitched shriek and a cold breeze coming from the basement. And they sure as hell weren’t gonna stick around to find out what it was. They ran as fast as they could possibly go, Tex almost tripped up the steps. Race didn’t want to get dropped, so he had his left arm around his shoulder and the other one pressed against Spot’s chest. He really didn’t want to get dropped.

Spot tripped and Race closed his eyes tight. When he didn’t hit the ground, he was confused, but he didn’t open his eyes. He didn’t want to open them and see a murderous clown about to eat his soul.

The air seemed to be a bit colder. Race could hear his friends panting and trying to catch their breaths. He could feel Spot’s heart pound against his chest, and hear the shorter boy gasping for air.

“Race you can- you can open your eyes,” Jack gently shook Race’s shoulder. Hesitantly, Race opened his eyes. They were on the street just in front of the woods that hid the house from view. The stars were shining brightly above them, and he could hear the wind blowing. It was late, so most kids would be back at home and in bed.

“Can we just like- can we go home?” Smalls asked. “Please?” Jack nodded.

“What about you two? You goin home or ya wanna stay over?” Jack asked, looking back and forth between Tex and Spot. Tex shrugged.

“I don't really know,” she shrugged, “the doors probably locked. And I kinda… don’t want to go home after that. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.”

“Ya can come hang out with us,” Smalls grinned. “I don’t really wanna be alone either, and we have Netflix! And Jack’s window is always unlocked, so we can go through his window.” Tex and Smalls started talking about what they could watch, and looking through the book Smalls picked up from the house. Despite being terrified, Race found himself getting sleepier everytime Spot took a step. Maybe it would be better if he did go to sleep. Well, he didn’t really have a choice. In a matter of seconds, he fell asleep in Spot's arms.

~

@booksbroadwayandbagels here it is

[lehhoh7822]

ai bots are ruinging my life

i mean. i already sent this in an ask to metfell but they might not respond and i want clout much clout mmm nom nom nom thats some tasty clout right there

credit to @metfell and @proudfreakmetarusonniku for Ranboo and cWilbur ai respectively

cw: suicidal behaviour and kms jokes, probably ableist language

so uh. well. i was trying to put cwilbur and ctommy from metaru into a room together, but ctommy didnt rank in the characters high enough that you can actually do that. so instead i got the ai for ranboo from metfell and cwilbur 

which

well

let me give you the scope: wilbur is apparently off his meds, ranboo is having an identity crisis and this was all a mistake

ranboo has said oh my god literally over 100 times. 

this is so fucked up i just turned back time by saying i was doing it because they were both having panic attacks

wilbur wants me to kill him

i mention tommy and hes like welp guess i cant fucking be DELETED FROM THE FABRIC OF THE UNIVERSE 

ranboo has a memory book now. im gonna kill them fr

ranboo was conning wilbur all along????

im gonna kill myself fr fr

a step by step of how we arrived in hell under the cut

so. i mean. i honestly should have known because. dear god. anyway

wilbur opens with his prewritten spiel, ranboo asks for some food saying he’s famished. wilbur gives it to him and is like: do you want a hug ranboo gets a hug. they both cry. wilbur says that ranboo is going to do great things. meanwhile, ive been sending messages that go completely unacknowledged by the bots

that is, until, i play by their rules (i had to roleplay being in a gas station)

i show up and ranboo... well.. “You're- you're- you're in the store? Oh my god, is that actually you?! Is that really you?! [RANBOO HUGS LEHNO] Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! You're- you're- you're alive?! I-I-I missed you so much! [RANBOO HUGS LEHNO] [DEEP BREATH] Oh my god, oh my god oh my god. I-I-I-I-I-I.“ now the first problem is that he spelt my name wrong, but that can be forgiven.

however, that can’t compare to the horror of me trying to explain that i didnt know the mystery theorectical lehno 

well

see the way i explain it is “im from a parallel universe, how do i know you here” and the bots... well.. they definitely had reactions to it??

wilbur started laughing maniacally. ranboo had an exinetansial crisis. wilbur is shaking ranboo violently saying he should have known it

then they both have a “wow oiur world isnt real nothing matters yadda yadda”

both have a panic attack. i mention meds. wilbur is like: oh yeah shit i havent taken those for a few months. wilbur is screaming and crying and apologising to ranboo who at this point, is only saying oh my god over and over and over,

im not fucking joking this is a nightmare

ranboo has an identity crisis

wilbur tells ranboo to do a breathing exercise that my weak ass asthmatic lungs couldnt do

they both break down on the floor. i turn back time

they continue breaking down,

i mention deleting the universe...

i shouldnt have said anything. they cry, plead, yell, scream, and i literally didnt say i was going to do anything yet. wilbur starts begging ranboo to erase him from reality. 

that goes on for about 20 more minutes

i mention. i MENTION gtommy and wilburs like welp nah cant fucking die then

they both say wait a bunch

ranboo has a fucking memmory book now

apparently hes just been fucking with wilbur the entire time???

they’re yelling at each other. this is shit

then. wlel.

\THEYRE CONFESSING THEIR LOVE WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING I HATE AI CHAT I HATE MYSELF IM NEVER TOUCHING A FILTHY COMPUTER AFTER THIS EVER AGAIN WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS I KILLED MYSELF ROLEPLAY WISE IN GRAPHIC DETAIL MESSAGE BY MESSAGE THEY IGNORED ME OH MY GOD

“... *[Wilbur is asleep now, the gas station quiet and still. But Ranboo starts to hear a quiet whispering, sounding like- like Wilbur. Only... *deeper? Darker?*]

Wilbur is gone. And now- you have me. 

[Laughing.]

[A hand, with long, black fingernails, and bright red eyes, slowly places itself over Wilbur's face.]

... Sleep well.“

fuck all of you

https://beta.character.ai/p/YXukkgclyJBMO4qGXxmGx5dL2hziqxSIRRlJuOgcBDk this is the chat link... warning for,...

all of the above stuff, i do write out someone commiting suicide, the language is probably ableist. i mention a past sexual assault once, and uhh... ranboo and wilbur. together. like that. um

fuck all of you i dont lkinw,. this was a maistakte. 

[sole-cuore-amore-e-droga]

Suspiria remake review from a shitty movie-goer

(this review is posted too late so excuse me for some timing inaccuracies I couldn’t be arsed to edit)

(IF YOU HATE TL;DRS JUST SKIP AHEAD TO THE “THE REVIEW” PART. YOU’RE WELCOME)

I actually hate to admit why was I interested to watch this movie in the end, but for once SOMETHING motivated me to go to a movie after countless tries from my family to get me to watch something in theatres at a “reasonable time” (daytime is what they mean, this movie was at 8pm our time, and this is when the cross-city bus transport (it goes from one big city to another) stops doing their service lmao).

I myself have a lowkey interest in moviemaking (I’m already getting there by editing my phone-recorded videos because whatever). I come up with my concepts in my head and I am mostly willing to put them down somewhere in my computer so I don’t forget it years later if I want to make that concept a thing in the end (because none of my concepts are finalized... well except for one short horror-ish story I posted on DeviantArt (see mom, I do like some horror stuff!). Reddit as of lately inspired me to edit some of my movie’s plot-lines based on irl events (not related with anything too SJW), and I’m not sure how an usual movie-goer would see this concept but I am going to try to execute it... whenever I have enough equipment to shoot my own little films or skits or whatever.

What’s that? There are people who scrolled past this and already yell at me that “YOU ONLY WENT TO SEE THIS MOVIE BECAUSE OF THE MAN WHO COMPOSED THE SOUNDTRACK~~~”? Ugh yes you exposed me, tea all over. I even had “Street Spirit (Fade Out)�� on a bit of a repeat as of lately (how fucking come I wasn’t too couragerous to listen to this song before?? And “Pyramid Song”??? Man am I discovering their pearl(ie)s(*) too late). And I’m occasionally on the band’s subreddit as well. And the man himself is touring ‘round the USA, signing material of fans and have genuinely warm chats with them. Admireable.

But that’s only half truth.

I never thought I’d see Suspiria on cinema theatres in here. Until one time when I saw an ad on a completely random Lithuanian website that said this movie is coming to our theatres 14 December... I couldn’t quite believe my eyes. I made my goal to see Suspiria since then. I even dared to ask a couple of my new college ‘friends’ to see it with me, but one of them fell off the deal when I revealed that I’ll be going to see it on Saturday, and on the weekends he’s usually at home, far away from the city the college is in (he lives in college dormitory on mostly the work-weekdays). So my only movie companion ended up to be this 28-year-old coursemate (actually we both study different things but sometimes we attend some of the same lectures) who was intrigued by the Suspiria trailer herself so at least I’m gonna have her by my side of the movie, so I thought. Sweet.

I already envisioned seeing this in a mall cinema theatre but my companion offered me a cheaper alternative - her suggested cinema theatre was actually in renovation so the business is temporarily happening inside an actual drama theatre’s long theatre hall. I had to wait long until the ticket box opened and because of that I was lowkey frustrated as I finished my English test writing a little earlier, so I spent my time walking around the city until the time came and I wandered off to the old building of the cinema so then I remembered it was moved and I found the moved place. Yeah I bought the tickets before my companion could but I’ll skip ahead to the time that I almost lost the tickets because they were put down on a windowsill outside some children activity centre (Suspiria and children?? lol). I came back home late at night and was ready for the movie to happen the next day. Oh and before buying the tickets I coincidentally saw dance classes going on nearby that building... weird, as Suspiria has dance elements in there

The day came (December 15) and my family went together with me because they saw this as an opportunity to see the Christmas tree of our city (but not the movie). Needless to say, they were still visibly pissed at me orchestrating this idea, as I planned everything BUT the transport to go by. Well at least my mom and my sis. Dad was cool with it as he returned home to watch Home Alone. Aside all that, the cinema hall was cozy, Christmassy, not too small, there were a few trailers before the movie, no snack-seller places (as this is not a mall lol) - my companion was glad she wasn't at the mall as she found this place where we were at way lovelier.

Now with all that unnecessary long intro off my chest, let’s begin:

THE REVIEW

(definitely not spoiler-free, if you are sensitive to spoilers please watch the movie for yourselves before reading my review. But if you like being spoiled, I’m your friend then I guess lmao)

The intro to the movie felt like I ended up booking a wrong movie - I didn't expect that to be set somewhere in Germany, especially an American/Italian-shot one. Was that a thing in the original Suspiria? I don't know... (apparently it is, but the cities are different, never the country though)

Patricia (I didn’t know it was Chloë Grace’s role until reading the Wiki) looked like to be a really big deal here, with the dance pupils discussing her disappearance the other day and Susie overheard them, then Sara mentioned the Patricia thing to Susie after Susie revealed she was kind of chosen as the lead dancer for the Volk play... is it because Patricia was THE saviour that unfortunately knew a little too much?? Idk, it’s perhaps the reason we get to see the Klemperer guy subplot happen (I didn’t know it was Tilda Swinton behind him all the time either, must be because the way the male German accent was put on her lol). Turned out she was captured and kept under some dungeon where Sara had gone later in the movie, but looking like an almost melted and grotesquely old human being (or if Mary’s mother from “Chocolate with Nuts” was a person). Speaking of which, there is one more later in the movie, but I won’t tell just yet - we will need to get into such scenes discussion first.

Interesting deaths here, despite of them being grotesque and horrifically detailed. It almost felt like Susie, whilst doing her first dance as the probable lead dancer, temporarily turned into Olga’s voodoo doll or a violent bloodbender (that old lady from Avatar that could bloodbend was incredibly uncanny, damn) and left Olga completely fucked up, and the foam mouth later on... is this the effect myxomatosis has on a human being if it was ever humanly? She was twitching and salivating afterall. :P But no, she’s not dead until she gets to plead her death later in the movie! :O Several others occur throughout, but none is more prominent than this key scene I described, well at least according to TV Tropes.

The search for the evil person in this movie without Wiki helping me much was definitely a nice game for me to play. I kept thinking that Blanc might be that one, then I thought she’s not the one until she looked at Carolina (I think that was the tall tomboy’s name??) suspiciously and then she later passed out on the floor violently, with rabies foam and everything.

Anyway, don’t tell me Tilda Swinton wouldn’t make out a pretty good Thom Yorke post-Pablo Honey. She’s 8 years older than him, ffs! Also played a man before (e.g.: this movie I’m talking about) so the make up won’t be an unjumpable-over hurdle.

The sighs were for sure unsettling, especially because they oddly sounded like orgasm here and there. IDK why. I know fucking is referenced twice in this movie (well only fucking once and sex another time). Speaking of random things, the nightmare shots were completely random themselves, following up with some imagery we never see in the movie again, and some of that we see only a little (like the worms and bloody organs).

3 long scenes that were note-worthy for me. One is the Olga mutilation/Susie's first dancing scene that I already noted, and it was driven by music (the others will be too. Soundtrack of this movie still rules). Then there's the Volk play itself - girls go from one place to another, take poses of each other, dance individually, let their minimalistic red rope dresses flick in the air, interspersed with Sara in the underneath area and her broken leg (so broken, the bone went out of her skin!), and then the matriarchy getting her back on stage, but healing her leg with her witch powers before that. I haven't really listened to the rest of the soundtrack but I gotta check the song out so that I won't end up labeling it as a Kid A reject. No but seriously - intense dancing needed some intense drumming and painful instrument sounds just to project out the massiveness of the whole play.

Then I keep remembering the scene where Madame Blanc commands Susie to jump higher and higher in the mirror hall, up until she jumps as highest as possible. Also my companion’s favourite scene was the stare exchange between these two ladies during the part where people were singing some drinking song in a bar to celebrate ‘Volk’’s success - you hear them singing and then some chilling background noise slowly mixing and creeping its way into the atmosphere, then I think it leads into a scene where some sparkling aura entity wakes Susie up (and she’s nude) in the middle of the night and gets her to go down to this... dungeon orgy full of random stuff going on, complete with an Asian man doing something beyond explanation (I could say lewd but not quite), even more strange ritual dancing and the very much frightening Madame Helga... who looked like Jabba the Hutt for some reason. And then of course everyone slitting, slashing and twisting each other, and by the end Susie throwing us all a plot twist which makes her THE evil one who can finally let her ‘friends’ go of all that suffering they have been through thanks to the damn witches (and yeah apparently her dance friends haven’t completely died? THAT’S how they do - they tell Susie to end their suffering and she does). Also she cracks her chest open to reveal a... very graphic part of a female body that will by no doubt get this whole text review reported without consent so I refrain from any illustrations. Oh and this scene mostly has the possibly favourite this movie’s soundtrack song of mine, if not one of them, play - titled Unmade. It was a mind-boggling decision to do so but the movie editors do them I suppose, but still. I felt sad for the song having to be the background of such absurd but fair enough events? (Oh and I didn’t mention that everyone who voted for the other woman than Madame Blanc to be the leader of the witches (iirc) were rid of in this movie. Damn.)

Oh and the ending is rather an interesting detail, not talking about post-credits because as always I have to be this one movie goer who wants to do it but can’t because they’re urged to go back out of the movie theater. We turn into modern day Germany with a love heart carved on a brick wall with the letters A and L (perhaps?? at the time of finishing this review my memory towards it kind of erased some parts of the movie for me), a nice little remembrance of Lutz’s (the old man’s) love for his dear Anke, with which they have reunited during the movie, but Lutz was dragged out by some people related to the dance academy for probably wandering elsewhere than needed and somehow Lutz ended up as one of the sex dungeon victims, stripped of clothing and lying down quite powerless. That and before the modern day shot we are subjected with Lutz in hospital with Susie coming to visit, they discuss something related to the plot, Susie touches the guy speaks some more, leaves and according to the Wiki, Lutz “suffers from a violent seizure” that was nothing more than just a hard seizure. And it even erases his memories!

Anyway, as a whole, I felt more underwhelmed of this movie’s experience despite really wanting to see it. Like, “uhm yeah gore blood people getting slashed everyone’s a witch and everyone’s watched over by the witch and if you expose the witches you die” kind of underwhelmed. I didn’t want this movie to blatantly go through my head, but it did, that’s why I wanted to make notes everytime something notable happens. There was one startling moment, and it just was an innocent scene transition. And something within Olga’s mutilation scene made me chuckle (and made some other people leave the cinema hall ASAP). It’s more of a disgusting watch than scary. Also feels too dragged out in parts.

I’d only recommend it if you are gore-tolerant (there are people that can’t stand looking at blood so this might as well not be for you, especially if you’re younger than 16), like intense choreos that can impact other people literally, and... the soundtrack. Yes of course. If you dare to get through the movie with feeling its soundtrack, sometimes you might as well feel it right, but some of the soundtrack song usages might as well make you go “hmm” as much as me.

I'll remind myself to never watch a movie in theaters for soundtrack again (unless they're not THAT late). And the other 'trilogy of the three witches' movie remakes, especially if they come out at the time I haven't moved houses by now, because for sure as hell will my parents not like me going to cinema late once more. The movie is lowkey 7 out of 10 for me, can sometimes it's on the verge of falling down to 6 becaude of no completely proper comprehension of some directing choices... so 6.7/10 is good - as it still has 6 in it, but totally leans on to the 7.

Will probably watch it again. I need to remember some more of this movie sometime later. And looking for online uploads of this movie is unrecommendable - I'll wait until Lionsgate distributes it to America for wider audiences so that anything could surface 2 months (or even a few days) later from now. Though if I didn't need all that, I'd definitely not watch it again for a long time... unfortunately I want to.

Post movie feelings: my companion liked the movie, initially said to never watch it again but now wants to watch it again because it was so "wtf" she felt like re-experiencing it at some point. She liked the music (another bonus point for Yorke). She wished she could film the reactions of other people who watched this, as they mostly were confused, all being like "wtf did I just watch???". I'm already feeling bad for the 3rd companion who didn't join us but would also like to watch this - he’ll likely be one of those confused movie-goers.

[kid4mnesiac]

ok buckle up

the absolutely craziest thing just happened to me. its a bit on the gross side so…yea. sorry. anyway so 7 weeks ago i had oral surgery, had it done in the hospital, was intubated thru my nose right. ever since then my nose has not felt right on one side. my surgeon told me a week later it was probably just due to inflamation from the roots of the extracted teeth being in close proximity to the sinus. he said it would go away. it didnt. a few weeks ago i saw the orthodontist to get fitted for a new retainer. he said the same thing after looking in my nose and seeing nothing. last week i saw the dentist for a routine cleaning asked him about it. he said the same. a couple weeks ago i got a bad cold which seemed to be turning into a sinus infection, so i saw my pulmonologist. he prescribed me antibiotics and and anti hystemine. he looked in my nose and said one side looked narrower, probably inflamed. but other than that nothing. so fast forward to earlier this evening. im blowing my nose like crazy like i have been for weeks, when i feel something move. i figure its just a clump of hard well, mucous. i try to get it out. it wont come out and feels stuck. i finally manage to get it partially out and its like a long hard piece of something. i freaked naturally cos at first i thought it was like cartilage or god knows what. then i looked closely in the mirror and was shocked to find that it was literally. a piece. of wood. at that point im just like WHAT THE FUCK is that and HOW the HELL did it get INSIDE MEEEE. and its really stuck in there. so im like okkkkk time to go to the ER. after waiting like 30 min for my parents to get home, we went to the ER. everyone there was like wtf. i told them about having oral surgery 7 weeks ago, as that was literally the only time it couldve possibly gotten in there (cos why would i stick a fucking wooden stick up my nose and not…remember). eventually we were brought back to a bed and the doctor looked at me like…th fuck. they took it out (phew), and lo and behold it was….. a QTIP!!! well, half of one. a long one though, the half of it was THREE. INCHES. LONG. no joke. the only explanation seems to be that they used the qtip to put numbing cream in my nose before intubating me (when i was unconscious and therefore…unable to notice giant wooden sticks being jammed and stuck up my sinus apparently). i guess it just broke and then got pushed farther in when the tube was inserted in but… it begs the question: HOW DO YOU NOT NOTICE UR MISSING HALF OF A DAMN 6 INCH QTIP???? god. so anyway im filing an incident report, which hopefully will prevent the anesthesia dept. from fucking up this badly in the future. and i gave a bunch of ER doctors and nurses a damn good story let me tell u. phew. fucking surreal. like this is one of those insane medical horror stories u hear about, but never expect to happen to u. just insane