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Moll’s Back!? Sorta...

Wowow! It’s been so long.

I want to start off with profusely apologizing for my year absence, however I hope you can all understand it was much needed. I am alright! And I am ready to get back to writing!

To anyone still here, thank you so incredibly much. I have so many requests and it makes me so excited! And this brings me to my next question:

PLEASE TELL ME: would you like my to continue answering requests in the order I received (as I have done in the past. OR would you like me to answer them in whichever I feel most inspired to write first.

Obviously there’s both pros and cons to both options, like if we do the first option everyone’s going to have a fair chance however it might take me longer to put out works if I have writers block.

So, interact, message me, comment, send in an ask with your answer! I’ll tally it up and let you know in a few days time.

And to everyone wondering:

Yes, Tell Me I’m A Wreck is still in full motion and I can’t wait to release the next chapter.

[lucashelms]

Tell Me I’m A Wreck | Declan + Louis

Louis' head was pounding, and regret was definitely filling his mind for drinking so much the night before. A groan left his lips as he rolled onto his side, ending up on the edge of the bed, and reaching for his phone. Even the trill of his phone ringing made him more annoyed than he already was. When Declan answered, he didn't quite catch what he said, some sort of greeting he guessed, so it wasn't that important. "I feel like shit, help me I can't see--" Fuck, "I fell on the ground," He mumbled into the phone. So there he was, laying on the ground, asking Declan to come and help him. That was just a little bit pathetic wasn't it? 

Luckily, Declan had agreed, mostly because he said he would last night-- Louis assumed anyway. Hanging up his phone, he left it on the ground and started to army crawl over to the little bar fridge he'd bought since he was never willing to get off his ass to go to the kitchen downstairs. Louis reached his hand up, grasping the handle, which he could already feel the cold of the fridge from, and opening it. In finding a water bottle, surprising he even had one, he took it and twisted the lid off, then let the cold liquid run down his throat. He set it beside him after, and stayed there on the ground, waiting for Declan.