#For different reasons than Mollie they always wanna hug and hold him and call him cute

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The Rising Volt Tacklers as Caregivers

(this post is specifically about the adults, if you wanna know my hcs for Liko, Roy, and Dot or any of the Pokemon of the crew as CGs or Regressors feel free to ask)

Friede is a very adaptable Caregiver. Whatever kind of little you are, he can match. He's best when winging it, so not much for schedules. He's surprisingly a big stickler for rules, like no baby on the top deck unsupervised, because those kinds of things are there to keep you Safe. When not with the little he's a massive worry wort, you're constantly on his mind even when left with someone else. He's just concerned you're not having a good time. Sensitive babies make him anxious, he desperately wants to avoid making them cry but.. He can be a lot.

Murdock loves a little he can hold on his hip. He loves to cook with and for littles, watch them eat, clean them up if they make a mess. He'll experiment and try all sorts of things for you if you're a picky eater, anything for his baby. This man has baby fever like you wouldn't believe. Ten THOUSAND photos of his baby on his rotom phone, at least. He's who Friede goes to if he makes the baby cry on accident, because he is a master of stopping water works. He's the best there is. I think the only kind of little he'd struggle with is someone who's grumpy or fussy no matter what, mostly because he'd take it very personally and be very broken up about it, worried about being a bad caregiver. He'd go crazy trying to become the perfect CG.

Orla doesn't really know the Dos and Don'ts of babycare. What do you MEAN a baby can't held disassemble an alarm clock? That's what she was doing as a kid! You have to be a very specific kind of little to find Orla's baby activities entertaining, as she completely does her own thing with you along for the ride. Like Murdock she can very easily pick you up, at least, though she's less on her hip and more a piggy back kind of gal. You're at high risk of boo-boos running around with Orla, luckly she always carry's bandages and gives the BEST healing kisses.

Mollie seems like the type who's really awkward around kids under a certain age. She's not a baby person, she does not want to hold the baby she does not want to baby talk the baby, she thinks they're kinda yucky and a pain, no offense. She does better with older kids she could have a conversation with, but even then she's entirely too polite and might snap someone out of littlespace by talking to them like an adult. The ONLY time she's good with a little is when they've regressed while sick. She's a doctor and she takes that role very seriously, so if you need to be baby talked into taking medicine, or blown raspberries while she's taking your temperature, she'll do it, and you might even catch a little genuine smile on her face while she does.

Ludlow is a very go with the flow kind of CG. He does best with a stationary little, a baby having tummy time or someone so sleepy they just can't seem to move. He tells stories in a very soothing voice, and offers the best hugs and comfort on the ship. Though again, he's really only good with a baby willing to sit and stay with him. If you were to get up and start waddling away, he'd follow until the two of you come across someone to take over for him and return to his fishing spot. He also could easily pick you up and hold you on his hip.

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okay so re: smutless long fics, I’ve tried to compile a list of fics as close to 50k words as possible since that’s the wordcount the anon cited and tbh my friends there really are not that many that I personally have read but I did my best.  All fics under the cut are over 30k and have either been verified good by me or my trusted friends

delete this transmission by @anxietycalling: 67k mashton sci-fi. I reread this one recently and it’s just as amazing the second time around I very highly recommend it

“Yeah,” he says, catching sight of his reflection in the dimly reflective surface and running fingers through his hair to fluff it up. And instead of getting on the mag-train home like he wants to, he catches the northbound train to the greenlawn with Calum. “You know, I think I might not go through with it,” he tells his best friend, meaning his activation. They sit together across from the back doors of the car and watch the adverts for an upcoming showing of ‘Titanic’ at the interactive theater. While Calum sits beside him silently he gnaws on a thumbnail and wonders whether it’s too late to get his money back.

“You can’t go back on it now,” Calum tells him.

And it’s true: His payment has already been processed, the credits removed from his profile. The invoice showed up in his e-net overnight and he’d added it to his encrypted folder. “It’s just - weird,” he says, weighing each of the words on his tongue before he speaks. “To be in charge of another person like that. I don’t want that responsibility.”

I’m a Falling Star by @pixiegrl: 55k lashton fantasy, very cute and sweet

A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless really. “Do the stars gaze back?” Now that’s a question.

Or: Ashton’s a shop boy setting out on a adventure to find a star to help grant a wish. Luke’s a star crashed to Earth looking for some help to get back home. They’re both in for more adventure than they bargained for.

I Wanna Sleep Next to You... by milecgv: 54k malum college au.  I read it over a year ago but I’m pretty sure I enjoyed it then

"Cuddle buddies, how can I help you?"

Pausing, Calum thought, he could just hang up. Get over the moment of weakness and face the rest of the night alone. He could do it. But the idea of spending one more second alone, brought a fresh pang of hurt to his heart and really, he couldn't bear it. Before his thought process could spiral out of control, the calm voice repeated itself.

"Um, yeah. I-, I need someone to-" He cut himself off because really, how was he going to phrase this?

Chuckling softly, the man on the other line interjected. "Sir, do you need someone to cuddle you?"

Shit, it was now or never. "Yeah. I-uh, I do." His voice came out so small, and he really hoped the man on the other side wouldn't pick up on how desperate he was.

~~~

Calum gets the opportunity to live out his dreams in New York City but it proves too much for him, and on a lonely night he ends up calling the professional cuddle service he swore he'd never call.

those are the only three completed fics over 50k that I personally can vouch for, but here are a few more longer ones I’ve read and I’ll link some over 50k that have gotten good reviews from my friends after those.

Destination: Perth by onlythevoid: 34k lashton 

The stranger swung into the seat next to him and sighed contentedly. Luke stole a glance from under his hat. It was a boy with light-brown messy hair, reminiscent of surfers Luke saw on the beach in Brisbane - he had a t-shirt on and black jeans, and fade-tint round-frame sunglasses propped on his straight nose.

The stranger caught Luke’s eyes.

“Hey?” The stranger asked. Shouldn’t have looked at him, Luke thought. Too late.

The stranger had set his sunglasses on his head and was peering below Luke’s cap. “Dude. You look terrible. Are you okay?”

Oh, so the stranger was one of those guys. Too friendly and ever-inquisitive. Yes, Luke looked like shit; he’d been crying for an hour at a time, every few hours, and all he’d had to eat in the past two days was some wet broccoli at the hospital and a bag of chips he’d bought that morning in Brisbane, and there were bruises all up and down his right arm from a car crash he wished he’d died in.

Luke didn’t say any of that. He prayed his voice would be steady and said, “Yes. Thanks.”

The messy-haired boy did not seem convinced. After a pause, he offered, “My name’s Ashton, by the way.”

hello, hello by @clumsyclifford: 30k lashton

For one long, blinking minute, Luke stares at Ashton and wonders if he’s hallucinating. Because that’s definitely Ashton. That’s Ashton Irwin, his former best friend from Sunny Days, the show they co-starred on as children.

But it’s also definitely Ashton Fletcher, professional film actor worth many millions, possibly hundreds of millions, of dollars, standing on his doorstep, wind ruffling his hair.

Now for the fics that I haven’t read but can confidently say are good through a rigorous peer review system (aka I have friends who read them/I have read and enjoyed other works by these people)

home is wherever you are tonight by @lifewasradical: 72k lashton. this one is on my tbr, I have only heard good things, and I’ve read other things by Amanda and trust her as a writer

Life has become so mundane in the past few years that there’s very little that sends a thrill up Luke’s spine anymore. It’s that idea that had him saying yes to the idea of moving out here for a few weeks anyways: the knowledge that this was a completely new place where no one knew his name. He could be anyone he wanted to be here, within reason. He wouldn’t be seeing any of these people again after May, so what’s the harm in becoming a new person for a bit? Someone not so bogged down by the shit in their head that they can’t get out of bed some mornings. Maybe this is a step in the direction of the person Luke wants to be in the future anyways.

Or, Luke inherits a beach house on a tiny costal island that needs some work. He didn't plan on falling in love with the guy at the hardware store.

world war series by prettyluke: 58k lashton historical au. Megs really likes this one and I trust her judgement

Even after months of seeing bodies ripped apart by bullets and bombs, Ashton still isn't prepared to be ripped apart by the fragile German soldier who has seen far more than any child should.

and

Luke shows up in Britain after 25 years right in time for World War Two to start, and Ashton has been waiting for someone to yank him from his melancholy since Christmas of 1914.

i’ll keep on fighting (just to make you believe) by @squishmichael: 33k muke I have heard good things about this one, have read other works by Taylor and trust them as a writer, and also I did skim this one when it first came out and it’s good I just need to sit down and fully read while paying attention

“Hi, Mike,” Luke says softly.

Michael might have cried from hearing his voice so clearly, not through a phone line, but instead his smile just gets bigger and bigger until his cheeks hurt.

“Hey, Luke,” he replies before throwing himself at Luke, arms looping around his neck and holding tight.

“Easy there, tiger,” Luke says with a chuckle, but he hugs Michael back.

It feels so different, all the shapes and sizes wrong, yet Michael has never felt so at home, melting right into the hug. Luke still fits so perfectly against him despite everything. Because it’s them, and they’re meant to be, and Michael never wants to let go.

*

In which Luke is finally coming home to Australia for the summer after two years, and everything should be perfect. Michael quickly realizes nothing is.

Under the High Low Lights I See You There by @pixiegrl: 33k lashton 90s bar au. I have heard a lot of good things and I have read and enjoyed Emily’s writing

Luke moves onto cleaning the glasses, sneaking glances over at him, admiring the open blue flannel he’s wearing with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his chest in the white tank top he’s wearing and the pull of it over his muscles, the acid wash denim pants straining over his thighs. He’s attractive and Luke knows he shouldn’t be looking, shouldn’t be so obvious in his stares, but he can’t help it. The man was made to be admired.

Or: It’s the summer of 1996 in New York City when Luke meets Ashton at his bar. Things aren’t always as they seem.

He Did Ballet by @kaleidoscopeminds: 34k cake. people love this one and meg is a great writer

Like the way he danced, everything in Luke's life was perfectly placed, an allegro exercise all on beat, an enchainment with no mistakes. The last thing he needed was a distraction, something to pull his attention away and make him stumble, like losing your spot during a series of fouettés. He glances back towards the bar and sees Calum still looking in his direction. Luke catches his eye again by mistake for just a second too long and Calum smiles slowly and winks at him. Luke shivers slightly and already feels slightly unbalanced. Calum is definitely not a good idea.

Luke's life is perfectly on track. He is about to get everything he's ever wanted, to become a Principal dancer for the Royal Ballet. He's focused, determined and nothing will get in his way. Then he meets Calum, a smooth-tongued barman with dangerous eyes, and suddenly not everything's so simple.

The Sun Is Burning Down Los Angeles by @burstingsunrise: 40k cake. have heard good things and Molly is a good writer

Calum probably signed a form saying he wouldn’t fall in love with the lead singer of the band. And he really doesn’t want to. What a cliché. It’s just…people get famous for a reason. This guy got famous for all the reasons.

***

Calum moves to LA to work for 5SOS.

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Save Me: Chapter 66 - What Is Left

~Hey guys! Chapter 66 is out now :) Thank you to all of you who have been reading Save Me from the start or have just joined our family now, I love you all!~

Molly finds herself protecting what is left and discovers the lengths she will go to keep the ones she cares about safe, while Negan asks Molly a question that hasn't been discussed in a long time.

A day had passed and I hadn't seen Negan or Lydia.

I waited for hours outside the cell, just praying that she would choose us.

If she wanted to leave, I would let her because I love her but I also just want her to be safe and I will get her to that place wherever it may be.

Gabriel brought her food three times a day but she refused to see me.

It was my fault that this happened to her so I understood why but it still stung like a bitch.

From sitting on the step outside the cell, I could clearly see the front gates and I would watch them religiously, just hoping that Negan would come back soon.

I knew that they were going far out and that integrating him into our community was key but I still worried about him.

Though I knew he was more than capable of handling himself out there, even without Lucille.

I always wrote Lydia little notes on small pieces of paper about all the ways in which she is strong just to remind her when she felt herself questioning it.

Today, I wrote another and posted it through the cell window, in between the bars as I heard it drop to the concrete floor.

I didn't know if she read them, but the sentiment was still there that I cared about her and that others did as well.

I sighed and started to stand up and walk home as it was getting dark when out of the corner of my eye I saw the gates slide open slowly.

I smiled and said 'thank god' as I ran down to the gates and jumped into Negan's arms.

He was covered in walker blood, so was Aaron.

I didn't ask what happened out there but I could tell by Negan's expression that something bad went down.

He propped me down gently and smiled as I said seductively 'c'mon let's go home, I have a treat for you'.

I grabbed his hand and made him follow me to the house.

Once we were inside, I pushed him against the wall as I kicked the door shut with my foot and crashed my lips against his.

He smirked as he burst into action, taking control of the kiss as his hands travelled up my waist until they landed on my jaw.

His lips tasted sweet and soft against mine but I could feel his hesitation like he was only doing this for me.

I moved us off the wall and manoeuvred over to the couch so I could straddle him.

He smiled gently and wrapped his arms around my waist as he sat up to hold me closer.

I teased him and stood up slowly as I hovered over him, planting a quick kiss on his lips before I started to slowly undress.

His smile faded and he grabbed my hand pulling me gently back to the couch.

I frowned and asked softly, 'what is it?'.

'I'm sorry, I want nothing more than to screw your goddamn brains out, truly' he said smirking which made me chuckle.

'But?' I asked slowly.

'But, there's something pressing on my mind' he replied.

I nodded and said, 'alright, what is it?'.

He looked down sadly and asked 'do you hate me for what I did to Glenn and Abraham?'.

I raised my eyebrows and looked down as I hesitated giving him a reply.

'I forgave you' I replied softly, barely believing it myself.

'It's not the same, do you hate me?' he asked again as I avoided his gaze.

'No, but I wanted to. I hated myself for not hating you, I felt like I owed it to my friends to hate you but I just couldn't. Every time that they would tell me that you were evil, I never saw you that way, even when I went to the Sanctuary' I said hesitantly.

'When I left you, I was heartbroken because I hated myself, not you. It killed me that you killed two people who were close to me, but the part that hurt the most was that I understood why and that if I was in your position, I would've done the same thing. It made me believe that I wasn't a good person, but maybe there is no good or bad in this world, just people who do whatever it takes to survive' I said softly.

He listened to every word until he finally understood and nodded as he wrapped an arm around me as I snuggled closer.

'I never slept at the Sanctuary, not until you. Maybe I got a few hours but never fully. I used to drink until the morning and then get straight back to work because being alone in my thoughts would haunt me. I never let myself stop or think, I just did what was necessary at the time for my people to survive. I only became a monster because that's what the world needed. I thought I needed to stop caring to be a great leader, but turns out I was very wrong. I regret what I did now, I wish I could take that pain away for these people, for you because I'm not that same guy anymore. I feel like myself again, just new and improved' he said softly as he leant his head against mine.

I reached up and kissed his cheek as he smiled.

'I don't think you're improved, I think it's always been in you' I said.

He chuckled, saying 'well, that's thanks to you Molly, you did that' as he kissed my forehead and stroked my hands.

I smiled and said softly 'I love you'.

'I love you too' he replied happily as he held me closer.

The following day...

I stood on the terrace, looking out onto the compound and over the fields as I oversaw the work.

I was in my own thoughts when I heard footsteps behind me and I turned around briskly.

It was Lydia.

She walked up hesitantly and came to stand next to me as we both watched the world go by.

'Hi' she said quietly as I said the same at the same time.

We both giggled and I started to apologise when she said 'I'm sorry Molly, you were trying your best to protect me and you didn't deserve my ungratefulness. I guess being here, being with you and Negan reminded me that the parents I had were gone and that my mother didn't love me'.

I just shook my head and said 'there's nothing to forgive' as I pulled her into a hug as I rested my head on hers.

'I want this, I wanna live here, with you and Negan because I love you both' she said softly which made me tear up.

'I love you too' I replied as I held her tightly.

'Oh, I almost forgot, I had this made for you' I said excitedly as I grabbed the wooden stick from my bedroom.

It had nunchucks on the ends and spiked edging for walkers.

Lydia's eyes lit up as she stared in awe at it.

'For me?' she asked happily.

I nodded, 'mhm, all yours. I even engraved your name on the side' I said pointing it out as we smiled.

'Do you like it?' I asked happily.

'I love it, thank you' she said.

'Can I go train with it?' she added.

'Of course, go see Aaron, he'll give you some tips' I said smiling as she ran out the house squealing with excitement which made me laugh.

Later on in the day, Rosita stopped by to talk.

She wanted to apologise for the way she acted about Negan and swore she just wanted me to be happy and safe.

We talked about our families, Rosita's daughter Coco and her boyfriend Gabriel and of course Negan and Lydia.

The topic of Negan was kept brief for obvious reasons as we both didn't wanna fight anymore, we had been for years and it was exhausting.

It was time to just finally support each other and not judge.

Speaking of judgement, I asked her about Eugene.

He was playing a large role in helping Rosita with Coco, sometimes even more so than Siddiq or Gabriel (the father and the boyfriend).

Rosita told me that it was complicated, because she had feelings for him and he did for her but she loved Gabriel and would never hurt him.

The fact that she opened up to me about this stuff, made me realise that through thick and thin, we could fight like families do but we would always have each other's back.

I couldn't tell her anymore than she already knew in her heart and that was to be with whoever she found herself gravitating to.

Not just sexually or romantically, but practically, who was the person she wanted to share things with?

That's how I knew Negan and I were real, we had a deeper connection than most when we met, one that was greater than the both of us.

I had to cut our talk short because Michonne told me she was going to Oceanside with Judith and RJ for weapons and other resources.

So I would be leader again while she was gone and with Luke leading Hilltop, I felt positive about the coming war.

Everyday I would receive updates from them about how everyone was doing and the current situation, whisperers, hoards, that sort of thing.

The whisperers hadn't found their way to Oceanside as far as we knew, so we usually used it for training and the holding of weapons.

Each day when Michonne would call, Judith would always tell me who beat who at chess and brag that she killed the most walkers, just like her Auntie Molly.

Michonne and I would always laugh and joke about this, but there was always a serious undertone that the whisperers could attack at any moment and that we should always be prepared.

I had to protect everyone and make sure we all could fight well so when Connie and Kelly had asked if they could join them, I granted it because the other day, Kelly had a run in in the woods with a walker and she couldn't hear it behind her.

She wasn't bit, but it screwed with her head, so I asked Daryl to go with them just in case while I stayed at Alexandria.

I knew that Daryl wouldn't say no to helping Connie anyway, so I could rely on him to keep them safe on their journey, plus the beach would be peaceful.

So, we were almost near the cusp of war.

Our people were training hard and fighting in different communities, but all fighting for the same thing - our future.

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Mirror Image P2

Hey loves.

Sorry for being a day late. Lot of shit going on. 

Dean x Reader 

P1 

Warnings: Sexual talk, fighting, depression, self issues. 18+ ONLY.

Don’t place my writing anywhere else without my consent. 

“Look who it is, the piece of shit that runs this dump!” You smiled a bit walking over to the bar, giving Gerald a kiss on the cheek. Smiling down at you, scooping you into a large hug. “So, a whole vamps nest. Rumor has it you saved…” Gerald watched Molly walk in with he two men he was just about to announce. “Winchester.” Laughing slightly you shrugged. “Molly get your beautiful self over here and give me a hug!” With a smile plastered on her face, she ran jumping over the bar. She gave Gerald a huge hug, receiving a kiss on the top of her head. “Keeping this one out of trouble?” Molly narrowed her eyes towards you. “Trying too, you know how hard it can be.” Dean watched the man behind the bar. He looked oddly familiar. “You knew Bobby..” Dean spoke up staring at the man who was in his late 40s. “Correct. I knew your father pretty well too.” Sam tilted his head slightly. “What are you two doing around my girls?” “Your girls?” Dean asked a bit rough. “Yes, I care for these two. I help them with lore, a hunt. Whatever they may need.” “Gerald. Can I get a shot of whiskey please?” Nodding the man grabbed four glasses with one large ice cube pouring whiskey over it. Grabbing the class you deemed yours, you walked to the pool tables and wracked them up. “So your headed to Ely?” Gerald asked walking over to you concerned. “Yeah.. I am guessing Wendigo..” Dean spoke calmly grabbing the rim of the glass. “Molly, how is she doing?” Gerald spoke low, making sure you didn’t hear him. “Same as usual. Kill. Drink till passing out. The occasional lay and then a run in the morning.” Gerald squinted when Molly mentioned the occasional lay. “She needs to be careful. Her liver can not be good.” Sighing Gerald watched as you practiced shooting pool. Hearing the door slam, your eyes looked at the front door at the loud noise that covered the bar. “Shit.. Gerald!” Molly hollard, as she turned she seen your sprinting towards the front door. Dean watched this scene play out in front of him. “Sam grab her.” Molly yelled out. Quickly avoiding Sam’s grasp your fist made contact with the man that walk through the front door. “Fuck Y/N!” The man hollered. As you seen the man on the wood floor holding his face. You withdrew your pistol pushing it to the mans head. “Y/N STOP!” Dean hollard. “We don’t kill humans.” “Stay the fuck out of this. This man.. gave the where abouts to the demon that killed my mother.” Gerald slowly walked up to you putting his hand on your shoulder. Then instant it made contact Dean watched your shoulder relax. “We do not, kill Humans.” Gerald spoke gently to you. Grabbing your handcuffs from your belt loop you tied the mans hands together.

“Ill be in the basement.” “Y/N We do not have time. We must take care of that hunt. People are dying..” Molly spoke rationally. “We can find him later..” “Your lucky I don’t shoot you here Josh…” Hearing a crack you bent the mans hand back, feeling the bone break with ease. Dean squinted, taking a deep breath. “I promise… to make your life a living hell..” you whispered in Joshs ear. The mans eyes were wide, groaning in pain from his hand being broken. “You know, for good measure..” As you grabbed the other hand, you felt a hand on top of yours stopping you. “No. We are not this.” Molly spoke looking you in your eyes. “Mom.. would not want this..”

As the trees passed by your face was focused on the road. “You know why she wanted to ride with Sam right?” Dean spoke looking at you as your drove. “I don’t really give a fuck..” your words harsh and short to the point. “What did Josh do?” “Shut up.” “Come on… We at least need to talk we have three more hours to go.” Sighing your looked over at the man next to you. “He… he gave the location to where my mom was staying.. he led to her getting killed. My mom was an expert in not being tracked. Molly and I where taught spells, sigils and everything to make sure our tracks could never be followed.” Dean watched your lips speak. Something about those Cherry red lips stirred something in him. “So, these tracking spells. Is this why Cas couldn’t sense you when he came to see us.” “Yeah.” You nodded to Dean. “How about some music?” Pushing play on the stereo Aerosmith came on.

Pulling up to the Cabin you and Dean has been singing your hearts out. Sam and Molly watched as you two pulled up. You playing air drums and Dean playing the air guitar. “Are you sure this is not some type of alternate universe…?” Sam asked chuckling at the two of you. “Better than killing each other!”.

Turning off the car, you opened the trunk to grab your bag. “Y/N!!” Looking over you seen a familiar woman running into your arms. “Kelly.” You hugged her tightly. Kissing your cheek she slapped your ass slightly. “I will never prepare for that.” You chuckled slightly. Sam looked at Dean who had his lip caught between his lips, watching the two women embrace. Sam slammed his elbow into Deans arm. “Who are the cuties?” The tall black-haired woman kissed Molly’s cheek walking over to the boys. “Winchesters.” “Ah, Johns boys.” Isabell smiled looking at Sam and Dean. She walked over hugging Sam unexpectedly and then Dean. “Well, I got your call. Three rooms.” “Thanks Isabell. For everything.” Isabell shot a wink to you heading to her office.

“Three rooms?” Molly asked confused. “One for the brothers, one for me and one for you.” “Y/N.. I know what your going to do..” Molly was hot on your heels, following you to the room Isabell prepared for you. “Molly not now. I just spent 4 fucking hours with that Winchester so you can be sweet on the nice one. Let me at least fuck the night away.” Dean stood in the doorway over hearing the fight. “You can take it out me baby” Dean smirked staring at you, giving you a wink. “Fuck off Winchester. Stalker.” “No! There is no substance with these men you bring back! You kick them out right away. Like why is that what you want?” “BECAUSE THE PEOPLE I LOVE DIE. IS IT BAD I WANNA HAVE SEX AND HAVE NO STRINGS?!” Hollering in Mollys face, it fell. She took a step back with watery eyes and walked out the door pushing past Dean.  “Did you need to go off on her like that?” “Why are you still fucking here?” Growling at the handsome man looking at you. “Because. Sammy enjoys Molly’s company. Figured we needed a bit of a change up. Plus, you saved our lives.” Cracking your knuckles, your anger was getting the best of you. Something had you angry since you took out the nest of vampires.

Dean opened the bars door. The smell of smoke, regret and whiskey was strong at this bar. Looking to the stage he seen a beautiful face performing. Taking a seat at the bar he watched a dancer take over the stage. “I only wanna do bad things to you. So good that can’t explain it” “Y/N..” Dean whispered watching you walk out in loose fitting black Jeans, a red laced bralette with a small fitting black leather jacket. He watched someone else come out from the back room. A tall man with blondish hair and covered in tattoos. “Nothings that bad. If it feels good. So you come back, like I knew you would.” “Nails scratchin my back tatt” the blond man sang next to you.  Dean watched as you imitated scratching the mans back as you danced with him. “Oh fuck no!” Molly appearing next to Dean. Sam looking at the stage confused. “I cant explain it I love the pain” The man sang on stage in the backround. “What is wrong Molly?” Sam asked slightly concerned. “Him..” Molly pointed to the man you had your arms wrapped around. A large smile with hazy eyes. “He. He is her kryptonite.” Gritting her teeth she watched as the performance wrapped up. “I fucking knew the moment we got here she would meet up with him.” “Bad boy huh?” Dean asked slightly annoyed at your public display of affection for this man. “It was the one she can’t seem to drop. The who always comes around when she is at her lowest.” Groaning Molly grabbed a shot of Jack, downing it.  Dean watched the two walked down the stairs of the wooden stage to the bar. “Hey Jill, can we get two more?” The man smiled at the bartender. Pouring two more they took a swig. Dean watched her movements. The way she smiled at him with her hazy eyes. The way his hand groped her thick ass. “The sex must be good.” Dean spoke up. “I have a few girls in different cities that I hook up with when I am near. That is what this is..” “Why cant she just find someone to love.. Like… Like.. Idk a hunter like you?” Molly said with a sigh. “Hahahaha… Like Dean..?” Sam started laughing at the thought. “He is just as fucked as she is in that department.” “Right and a Demon was so much better.” Sam looked at Dean with his famous bitch face. “WHOOO Come on Y/N!” Your friend/friend with benefits drug you towards the door to leave. Who knew what hell you would raise in the small down, but fuck it. Why not?

“His name is Colt. As you know we are from here. Colt, Colt is from here too.” “Wait.. Colt as in like gun?: Molly nodded to Deans questions sighing. “It is his real name. He is a hunter too. His uncle taught him everything he knew. For some reason Y/N and him always had a thing going on. They dated in high school. Both obviously struggling because they where never at just one school and not often together. Colt cheated on Y/N. I didn’t hear anything about him till one day I walked into the motel room she got and low and behold the two where doing the dance.” Shaking her head. “I swear she seeks bad things out, honestly.” Rubbing her temples, Sam rubbed her back. “It will get better. Dean has the same issue.” “You are all about throwing me under the bus huh?” Dean sighed tending to his whiskey once again. “Come on Molly, lets go do some research about the wendigos in the area.” Same smiled down gently at the long blonde hair woman. “Alright Sam.” She nodded feeling defeated. “Dean, remember wrap it up.” Sam whispered into Deans ear.

[marlonrae]

&. SASHA VISITS MONA!

who: @fckmonax​ and sasha; preston’s friend. & marlon. where: mona’s place warning: highkey! problematic! - nsfw ig.

SASHA

knocks on the door a few times and waits, scrolling through her phone

MONA

jumps at the sound of a knock on the door, carries ven with her to go open the door “Hopefully you’re not a murderer!” opens the door, grins at sasha, pulls her in for a hug “Wow, I totally forgot I invited you over.”

SASHA

laughs and shakes head, rolling her eyes at mona's comment ''Am I that irrelevant? I don't think so.'' chuckles and gasps when she looks at ven ''YOU'RE SO MUCH MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN I THOUGHT YOU WERE, WOW.'' grins widely and strokes Ven's cheek. ''Oh my god, pictures don't do her justice, look at her.'' pouts

MONA

laughs, shrugs “What can I say? My brain has been very occupied with all things Venecia all morning.” steps aside to let her in, grins at the compliments, knows they’re all true “Wanna hold her?”

SASHA

grins, looking like she won the lottery. ''Yes, of course, yeah.''

MONA

chuckles, pushes the door closed “She’s like the easiest baby ever, I promise.” kisses ven’s forehead, carefully maneuvers to hand her off, switches to baby voice “Hey Venny. This is mommy’s friend. She’s gonna hold you for a bit, okay?” doesn’t let got until sasha has her securely

SASHA

grins at both ven and mona and holds her like a pro, placing a hand in the back of V's head. ''Ugh, I already love her so much.'' looks down at Ven and kisses her cheek gently. ''The most beautiful baby ever, I SWEAR.''

MONA

smiles proudly at the two of them getting along so well “Isn’t she just the best? I am totally obsessed with her and I’m glad you can see why.” pulls out her own phone, snaps a pic of them “Seriously, though. I’m not sure what I did to be blessed with a baby girl so perfect. I can’t wait for her to be just like me!”

SASHA

''She really is the best.'' cant stop looking at Ven and giggles when mona snaps a picture of them. ''You need send me that asap.'' nods ''For sure, she's gonna be just as beautiful as you are when she's older, you'll see.''

MONA

nods, immediately sends the photo over ”Oh, please. She’s gonna be prettier than me. We don’t even look like mother and daughter.” pouts

SASHA

furrows brows and looks at Ven and then at Mona. Hums. ''How does her dad's side of the family look like?''

MONA

“Dark hair, dark eyes, tan skin. They’re Puerto Rican.” navigates through phone, pulls up a pic and hands it over “This is her Aunt Mariana. She literally looks more like her than like me.” pouts

SASHA

looks at the pic and frowns, def seeing the resemblance. ''I mean, yeah, she's pretty and all but I'm sure Ven will grow out of it and look more like you as she grows older.''

MONA

“I wouldn’t mind if she continued to look like Mariana though. Mariana’s gorgeous.” shrugs, sighs “Do you want anything to eat or drink?” leads the way towards the kitchen “Preston’s weird about his stuff, so maybe don’t touch anything?”

SASHA

shrugs, not at all impressed by mariana's looks. ''Yeah, I guess she's alright.'' looks down at ven and smiles, blown away by how adorable she is. ''Hm, do you have snacks?'' giggles

MONA

looks at them adoringly, checks through the cabinet for snacks “Looks like we have potato chips... barbecue ones, oreos, an assortment of fruits. Sorry that the selection is kinda lame.” shrugs “We can also go out if you’d like.”

SASHA

hums ''Do you have ketchup?''

MONA

quirks brow “Yes...”

SASHA

“Potato chips with ketchup are a blessing.” grins excitedly

MONA

makes a disgusted face “Would’ve never guessed that you’d be the type for that combo, but who am I to judge?” grabs both the chips and ketchup for her “Want me to grab her?” gestures at a now asleep ven

SASHA

''I can't believe she fell asleep on me.'' smiles and pouts at the baby. ''I love that she's comfortable, ugh but yeah, I'll take her again in a bit.'' very carefully hands ven over

MONA

“She’s probably exhausted from the sleep she didn’t get last night.” takes ven, rocks her to keep her asleep “That and she’s totally comfortable with you.” puts ven in her crib, walks back out with the baby monitor “But I didn’t ask. How are you? How is life?”

SASHA

frowns ''Why? What happened?'' totally walks into the kitchen as if she owns the place and grabs a bowl for the chips and pours ketchup all over them. ''Life is good, a little uneventful at the moment, but good. Michael's been working a lot lately and that's super boring.'' sighs, eating her chips. 'Want some?'' offers the bowl ''What about you? Your life seems to be much more eventful than mine.''

MONA

“No clue. She just had energy all day and night for some reason.” sighs, shakes head “Literally P and I got no alone time.. if you know what I mean.” watches her, genuinely confused by the chip situation, shakes head “Your whole life doesn’t revolve around Michael though, right? - Unfortunately, my whole life does revolve around Venecia.”

SASHA

frowns ''If you ever need alone time, I could help babysit. Just give me a call.'' smiles and shakes head ''No, it revolves around my phone, mostly.'' laughs ''I truly don't have a life but I don't really care, it's fine. I'd love to have more action or drama but I guess I'm lucky I don't.'' shrugs, eats more chips

MONA

“That would be amazing, but that’s what my sisters are for. I would never pass on an irritable Ven to you.” chuckles “I’ll get them to babysit some time while we hang.” shakes head “Believe me you do not want drama. What’s so entertaining on your phone though?”

SASHA

''I doubt she ever gets irritable.'' chuckles, is literally loving her chips. ''But I do, nothing exciting ever happens for me. I wanna be involved in something entertaining. Do you get drama often?'' chuckles ''Honestly, social media, online books and youtube.''

MONA

scoffs “Play one round of peek a boo with her and you’ll see how irritable she can get.” sighs “Honestly.. So much. Like a sex tape of me and my sister’s husband literally leaked a few months back. Drama follows me everywhere, so if I could have it not, that’d be ideal.”

SASHA

gasps, puts the bowl down ''A sex tape with your sister's husband?'' jaw drops ''Please, elaborate.''

MONA

sighs “Well it was old first off, and he wasn’t her husband at the time of filming.. was her boyfriend, though.” shakes head “I probably shouldn’t be telling you this. It’s way too soon for you to know this about me.” chuckles “But we were both just kind of going through weird stages in our relationships and we did something stupid.. multiple times. And I guess at some point in our drugged out, sexed up state, we thought making a video was a good idea.” sighs “I didn’t even remember any of this, but kind of just had to put the pieces together when suddenly there was evidence of it floating around.”

SASHA

is shocked and wide-eyed but lowkey loves everything about the story even though she probably shouldn't. chuckles. ''That's... terrible but amazing.'' chuckles again, shaking her head ''Is he cute?''

MONA

laughs, shakes head "I'm definitely going to hell for it, but you're totally gonna lose some points for that reaction." chuckles "You will not find him attractive. He kind of gives off Jafar from Aladdin vibes." pulls up a pic of marlon on her phone "This is Marlon. He's my best friend."

SASHA

jaw drops again, takes the phone and stares at it for a good 30 seconds before looking back at mona ''Oh... my god!''

MONA

takes her phone back, rolls eyes

SASHA

shakes head, shocked ''Mona, I know him.''

MONA

jaw drops "What?"

SASHA

nods, wide-eyed. ''It's kind of a long story but basically he was my brother's drug dealer for like the longest time and they would hang together and I always thought he was so hot and I was younger than him but I...'' chuckles, shaking her head ''... finessed him and I sneaked him in one night and yeah.'' shrugs and giggles. ''I had like the biggest crush but then he kind of like grew tired of me..'' pouts slightly ''... eventually I got over it, though.'' shrugs dismissively ''But woah, this is so bizzare.''

MONA

stares wide-eyed, listens, shook "Holy shit... He wasn't like, your first or anything, right?" pulls out her phone "I'm texting him right now. Can I invite him over?" laughs, shakes head "This is insane." laughs some more "And you genuinely liked him? Wild." laughs

SASHA

laughs. ''I mean, there was a guy before him but I was really young and  he was basically the first guy I ever had like real sex with but no, he didn't actually took my virginity, my neighbor Jason did when I was even younger.'' laughs and covers her mouth, shaking her hand. ''OH MY GOD! I haven't seen him in forever, that's so embarrassing.'' laughs and nods, figuring that this was truly the most problematic thing happening in her life in the past year or so. ''I liked him so much.'' shakes head, still laughing. ''I thought he was the hottest dude around. - I mean, he is kinda hot but please don't tell Mike I said that.'' chuckles

MONA

finishes writing out her text to marlon, focuses on sasha again "This is truly the strangest coincidence. I'm glad he didn't take your virginity though. That'd make him coming over here a little more awkward than this is already gonna be. " literally just laughs some more, trying to stop, failing "Dude, he's so hot. In a hot chicken kinda way, but hot. Obviously, I think so. I like... risked it all for him. We stayed friends though. Which is truly amazing."

SASHA

nods in agreement ''I only said kinda because I thought you would judge me but yes, he is 100% hot.'' laughs ''He just looks so different from everyone around and his face is so, so nice and okay I shouldn't be saying this but he was like actually good in bed in a lazy, high, kind of way. - I think that made him even hotter.''

MONA

"Why would I judge you? After that story I just told with him as the other person in the scenario? This is a judgment free zone." replies to marlon, continues talking "Oh god, we really shouldn't be discussing this.. but yeah. Those days where it just Marlon and I and a bunch of coke and molly? Some of my best days." groans, shakes head "Don't ever repeat this, obvi."

SASHA

''Of course I won't.'' laughs ''He 100% used me back then, we had sex like four times and he would never even call me or anything.'' shakes head and laughs ''I mean, it was enough for me because it meant he gave me a tiny bit of his attention and–''  M(arlon): literally walks in as if he's walking into his own apartment. ''Ramona, this better be good or else I swear I will shove my fist up yo–'' stops when he notices she has company. furrows brows  S(asha): looks kind of terrified but laughs ''Hi.''  M: raises eyebrows ''What are you doing here?'' looks at Mona ''What's going on?''

MONA

is kind of saddened by her story, doesn't have time to respond "Hey!" looks in between the two of them, a cruel smirk on her face "Marlon, this is my new friend Sasha."

SASHA

S: smiles mischievously and nods ''I'm sure you don't remember me.'' M: raises an eyebrow and shakes head, pretending to be oblivious even though he remembers every single lil detail about sasha ''I don't.'' shrugs, looking back at Mona ''Did you just bring me here to introduce me to a friend?''

MONA

scoffs, offended for her new friend sasha "Marlon, cut the shit. I can see it in your eyes, I know you know who she is, so how about not making her feel even worse than you did when you fucked her and ditched her all those years ago." rolls eyes, looks to sasha "Clearly, you missed out on nothing by him ghosting you."

SASHA

S: smirks, loving mona's attitude ''Yeah, trash.''    M: exhales deeply ''Did you expect me to propose?'' asks sasha, raising an eyebrow ''What are you two even doing together?''    S: ''Not really, a call would've been nice.'' shrugs M: ''It was ten years ago, Sasha. Move on, maybe?'' gives her a look ''Forreal, what's up?''

MONA

"Ah, so you do remember." shakes head "I gotta say, my sister really hit the jackpot with this one." is entertained by the whole situation "Nothing's up. We're friends now. Preston is buddies with her boyfriend, we met through them and realized that we kinda have a lot of common... Clearly more in common than we originally thought since we've now learned that we've both seen a scrawny chicken boy naked."

SASHA

S: laughs, shaking her head. ''I mean, I don't blame him. I've been told I tend to leave an impact on people.'' smirks, grabs her bowl of chips again.

M:  shakes head, staring at sasha and shaking his head when he sees the chips ''See, that's exactly why we never worked out. Why would I ever trust a stan of chips covered in ketchup?'' makes a face ''Disgusting.'' 

S: ''Hey!, don't be a hater.'' rolls eyes at him, hugging the bowl 

M: chuckles ''I guess rich, spoiled brats have a thing for scrawny chicken boys like me.'' smirks ''I can't blame y'all. I would too if I was dating the men you all seem to date.''

MONA

claps hands together, grins "This is amazing." turns to marlon "I was giving her a crash course, like on who I am as a person and why all the drama in my life isn't fun, so I mentioned that leak that happened a couple months back. And she was like no way, details please. And I showed her your pic and she was shook to learn that it was you. I am shook to learn that you two banged... Literally when she was so young, but we'll save that conversation." drapes an arm over marlon's shoulder " But yeah, I was telling her about we're bestest friends and you looove me." pulls him into a hug, dramatically kisses his cheek

SASHA

S: eats her chips, laughs at the summary ''Aww, I'm lowkey sad you guys didn't work out. It would've been so cute.'' half joking

M: nods and looks like the cloe meme as soon as mona is all over him but doesn't even move. looks down at his best friend ''Can you.. not?'' rolls eyes when she kisses his cheek but stays put ''I love her so much she's pulling this type of shit right now and I still haven't punched her in the face.

S: laughs and hums, putting her bowl down and walking over to him and grabbing his face before kissing his other cheek. laughs. 

M: shakes head and pushes the two of them away. ''Get off.''

MONA

"Nah, it was for the best. If the two of us actually became a thing, we probably both would have OD'd by now. Plus, there'd be no Venecia and that isn't even a world I'd like to live in." chuckles when sasha joins in, squeezes him even tighter, scoffs when he pushes them away "I mean, technically we have both gotten you off before... if that's what you meant by get off." winks, knows she's being horribly problematic

SASHA

S: rolls eyes and laughs, eating her chips again. ''I got you off several times. - Remember that one time   I got you off like twice in a three minutes period?'' smirks and looks at mona ''That was my personal best. I did good.'' chuckles

M: Knows hes going to hell and laughs at mona's problematic comment, shaking his head and narrowing his eyes at sasha. ''You want a medal?''

MONA

"Twice in 3 minutes? His little chicken dick was probably weeping with joy that it got THE Sasha," pauses, thinks "I don't know your last name, to BLESS it with her touch." shrugs "I don't know. I think she deserves a medal."

SASHA

S: laughs at mona's comment and nods ''He was so shocked, you could tell I was basically changing his life. - Sasha Cole, that's me.'' laughs ''It's such a pornstar name but I guess it goes well with my life-changing sex skills.'' smirks

M: ''You were also sixteen and I was a grown adult so we should probably never discuss that ever again.'' rolls eyes

S: shrugs ''That didn't stop you from fucking me, did it?''

M: ''It did.'' gives her a look. ''I'm guessing your men don't know y'all are speaking so fondly of my dick, do they?''

MONA

just observes the dynamic of the two of them, so intrigued "Huh. So your morals came into play, just way too late in the game?" shakes head "You guys were so messy. I love it." shrugs "Nobody's man gotta know about this conversation just like your woman doesn't need to know. Simple as that." ven starts crying on the baby monitor, nipples immediately begin to ache and leak "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back!"

SASHA

S: hums, frowns ''Is that seriously why you never contacted me again?'' furrows brows ''Because of my age?''

M: ''Yes, Sasha. Are you gon' cry about it?'' rolls eyes at her. ''Why would I ever tell anyone about this meeting?'' is immediately interested by P's knives and grabs one, is weirdly fascinated by it.

S: furrows brows and can't believe she's somehow feeling somewhat attracted to marlon at that very moment ''Preston doesn't like people touching stuff, you know?'' brows still furrowed

M: looks at S, staring at her for a second. ''Are you telling him I went through his shit?''

MONA

literally takes her time getting ven, debates feeding her but knows she needs to go back to her guests, carries ven out in her arms "MARLON!! What are you doing? Put that down!" hurries over "Give me that. Now." looks around frantically "Sash, here." unceremoniously hands ven over to ketchup hands, ven is now crYING "I'm not even allowed to touch these, why would you be?" looks through drawers for a cloth to wipe marlon's prints off with, puts hand out for the knife

SASHA

S: jumps a little at mona's reaction and struggles to grab ven without making a ketchup mess all over her baby clothes. starts to kinda rock the baby to sooth her but is watching the whole thing go down with furrowed brows

M: looks mad confused ''What the fuck are you doing?'' gives her the knife ''What.. the fuck.... are you seriously wiping prints off the knife?'' ainsley's face hits his mind ''Stop doing that.'' shakes aisnley's face away and furrows brows 

S: ''Shh, it's okay baby.'' rocks ven

MONA

literally ignores him, wipes the knife off soo thoroughly, carefully inspects it for any leftover marks, hums in satisfaction, returns it to its rightful place "Sorry, he just notices things, okay? And literally like the one rule I have here is to never touch the knives." sighs, stressed suddenly, takes a bottle from the fridge for ven and warms it, holds it out to sasha "It's not you, she's hungry."

SASHA

M: He's deadass so weird.'' shakes head ''You really gon' make ketchup hands feed your child?'' shakes head and takes ven from Sasha with one hand and the bottle with the other, showing pro skills at the whole thing. starts feeding ven and the baby is suddenly quiet and happy to be eating.

S: everything happens so fast that she's just observing, chuckling at how smooth marlon was at taking the baby and feeding her ''That's kinda hot.'' is wide eyed when she realizes she said that out loud.

MONA

"Ketchup hands was the one without a knife. I had to make a decision." shrugs, watches, smiles as he feeds his niece Clearly, you've had lots of practice." raises brows at sasha's comment, knows they've def crossed a line at this point "Sasha!" shakes head, chuckles "Was this a bad idea inviting Marlon over?"

SASHA

M: shrugs, not seeing the big deal ''Being a dad teaches you a thing or two.''

S: giggles and her cheeks start heating up. changes the topic. ''I mean, yeah. Good dads, though.'' shrugs ''Ven's dad can't relate.''

M: raises an eyebrow ''You got something to say, Sasha?'' 

S: laughs ''Hm, yeah. Ven's dad is a flop.'' shrugs, goes back to her chips.

M: ''Your dad is a flop. I mean, his teenage daughter was out there finessing grown man into fucking her.'' furrows brows

S: furrows brows, offended

MONA

cringes, really don't wanna be a part of a convo about fab, lowkey relieved when marlon changes the topic a lil, walks over, lightly and playfully slaps him on the side of his face "What teenager doesn't finesse grown men into fucking them? Shut up." goes over to sasha, pulls her into a hug "Stop being mean to my friend."

SASHA

S: is mad and lowkey sad because she ain't used to people being mean to her ''You were the adult so technically you were the one responsible for it.'' crosses arms over her chest and leans into mona's touch 

M: ''Right, that's exactly why I ended it.'' is annoyed ''Seriously, this was years ago, why are you so pressed? Chill.'' 

S: stays quiet and shrugs

MONA

frowns really upset by the turn this is taking "You're literally just being mean, Marlon." notices sasha going quiet, hugs her tighter, really ain't trying to lose this friend already just bc marlon is mean "Anyways. This was fun and all, but you can go now, Mar."

SASHA

S: gives him a look. ''What do you even get out of being so mean?'' frowns 

M: rolls eyes so far back he caught a glimpse of his brain ''Man, are you still sixteen?'' shakes head and furrows brows before looking down at ven and kissing her cheek and then her forehead. ''Take her.'' carefully hands her to Mona 

S: shrugs slightly again, frowning and hugging mona back ''You're gross.'' @marlon

MONA

frowns, gladly accepts her child, literally just ready for this all to be over "I'll talk to you later, okay?" also @ marlon

SASHA

M: gives mona a look ''Apologize to Hazel, you were gross.'' turns and stares at S for a quick second and reaches for her face, pinches her cheek. ''Toughen up, you're grown now.'' narrows eyes at her. ''You're cute.'' smiles, walks away fully aware he just rocked her world again.

S: is sixteen again and looks up at him, feeling flustered when he calls her cute and furrowing her brows when he leaves

MONA

rolls eyes "Yeah, obviously I will." watches his interaction with sasha, confused and kind of disgusted, shakes head "Alright, enough of that." shuffles him to the door, her hand on his back basically pushing him out "Goodbye, Marlon... We're definitely talking soon."

SASHA

looks like she's about to cry, grabs her bowl but there's nothing there. pouts.

MONA

shuts the door, turns just in time to see sasha's face "Please don't cry!" hurries over and pulls her into another hug, ven squished in the middle "I am so sorry, that was an awful idea."

[readyreddie]

Coming Out

It is now officially National Coming Out Day. I just want all my followers to know I love and support you all through all your trough tough times and all your good times as well. If you plan on coming out today good luck! If not, don’t worry about it. Go at your own pace. In the mean time have 4 chapters of how I think  5 of the Losers would come out. Starting with Bev and Richie! (I am still trying to get back into the swing of writing after a year or two off so please give me any feedback you have)

also @bxxpbxxprichie​ asked to be tagged so here ya go. If anyone else asked I might’ve missed it so just shoot me a message telling me to tag you in the future chapters. and this is going on my ao3, here

At 14 years old Richie Tozier had lived a… fairly complicated life. Killing a psycho demon clown, getting bullied relentlessly, having parents who don’t give a rat’s ass about him, and lacking a pure common-sense filter for his mouth were all things that had assured him a strange upbringing. He was sure that he really could do without any more drama coming into his life for at least the next 7 years; however, his body and mind had decided to give him one last fuck you before he could settle down. His huge fucking crush on his best friend, Eddie Kaspbrak, and just all-around attraction to other boys.

Now, Richie still thought girls were plenty hot. He had no trouble picturing himself making out with a girl like Molly Ringwald, but he also could just as easily occupy his mind with thoughts of Rob Lowe’s lips on him. Even more so than Robe Lowe, Richie could picture himself holding hands, and cuddling with Eddie.

The thought of keeping his opinions on both boys and girls a secret did not appeal to Richie at all, so he decided he needed to tell someone. Eddie was immediately out due to the fact that he was the boy Richie was crushing on, and Richie didn’t feel too comfortably telling any of the guy losers right now. He trusted them all but for some reason it just didn’t seem right to him. He decided to tell Bev first and the others all at once with Bev’s help.

On October 11th 1990, Richie Tozier had somehow found himself standing in front of Bev Marsh’s house, he had no idea how he got here or what he was going to say now that he was here, but he rang the doorbell anyway. Ding dong, ding dong, it rang twice and not 5 second after the second dong did Bev open the door. As Molly Ringwald stood there staring at Richie Tozier expecting him to say the first word like he always does, Richie just let it slip.

“I LIKE BOYS!”

Beverly Marsh knew the different rumors that had seemed to follow her around for what seems like her whole life. Slut, bitch, and piece of shit were just some of the colorful insults girls and guys alike had taken to calling her. None of those ever quite hurt her as much as the word dyke. Every time someone called her…that word, it seemed to leave an extra terrible feeling in her body. Beverly did not think it was because she was gay. She knew she had feelings for at least two boys, but she also knew that she had no problem seeing herself falling in love with a woman one day.

Beverly never thought much of it. She didn’t really flaunt it, nor did she see the need to tell anyone unless she was explicitly asked by someone she trusted. The red headed girl kind of just wanted to make it through high school by blending in with the crowd, and coming out to people would make that very difficult. Bev had thought she could keep to that plan, telling loud mouthed Richie Tozier did not seem like a great way to keep her secret. Yet, here Richie was, telling her something of equal value, and trusting her with one of his biggest secrets. How could she not trust him in the same way? Trust is a two-way street after all.

“That’s cool Rich, I also like boys.” She grinned at him, he was still wide eyed after blurting out something he clearly had not meant to say. “Girls are pretty hot too.” Her grin turned into a wide smile, as her cheeks flushed as she finally said the words aloud.

“Haha, I think so too Molly.” After that brief exchange at her door way she invited Richie inside to hang out. They talked normal stuff for a while before getting back to the topic they had started with.

“Richie, have you told anyone else yet?” Bev stroked his arm to grab his attention and reassure him that everything was okay.

“Not a soul, madam” The British voice was coming out which meant Richie was nervous as hell. Beverly thought of her next words carefully, Richie acted tough but when dealing with him you had tread very carefully otherwise he would shut down. She knew that it would drive him insane to have to keep a secret from any of the Losers, and that even if he could do it for a while he would eventually get torn apart deciding how to tell them.

“Well…do you wanna go tell them together?” She saw his face go on a whole road trip. His emotions clearly showing at each road sign: surprise, to confusion, to worry, and finally landing at resolve.

“Well that just sounds like the swellest idear, mah—”

“Beep beep Richie. No voices for this answer”

“Yea that sound’s nice, I think the sooner the better will be good for me. I will call them and get everyone together sometime this week. Are you sure you are okay with this?” Richie’s face seemed to express actual concern, an emotion Beverly had only seen him wear openly two other times. Both included when Eddie was hurt.

“Yea, I don’t mind telling you guys. It is the other towns people that scare the shit out of me.”

Two days after that conversation Eddie, Bill, Stan, Mike and Ben all sat in a circle at the quarry. Eddie and Stan had been there for about 10 minutes before the other 3 had shown up together. They had been growing impatient at the tardiness of the group, specifically Richie who had called this meeting of the 7.

“Where the hell is he?!?” Eddie yelled at no one in particular, and a silence began to fill what had already been quiet conversation between the small group.

Mike responded once it seemed like no one else was going to. “No idea, Eddie. But, you know how he is, he will probably be here soon.” About 5 minutes later just when everyone was sure Eddie was about to lose his shit they saw a Trashmouth barreling down towards them at a pace that would give a cheetah good competition. His long lanky legs propelling him forward faster than any of the Losers had seen him run before. Beverly could be seen in the distance casually sauntering behind the hyperactive loser.

“GUESS WHAT GUYS!!!!!!” Everyone heard Richie yell. He reached the little clearing the Losers were sitting in and stood trying to catch his breath. A little winded from his sprint down to the area.

“What, Richie?” Eddie snapped at him, “I don’t suppose you are gonna apologize for being late.”

“Oh, no. Nothing like that my dear Eds.”

“Don’t call me th—” and before Eddie could finish telling Richie off he yelled something that only one of the seven losers were expecting.

“I LIKE GUYS!!!” He yelled beaming like he hadn’t just said something as surprising as revealing his sexuality.

“W-w-wait, w-wa-what?” Bill asked, stutter worse than usual showing that he was just as taken back as the other 5 who had just been sitting in the quiet, the only noise just 30 seconds earlier being Eddie’s seething anger.

“I like guys. Like, I like the idea of my tongue down Eddie’s Spaghetti’s cute little mouth.” He pinched Eddie’s cheek.

“Fuck off Trashmotuh!” Eddie pushed him off but Stan and Ben could’ve sworn they saw him blush. “And when did you figure this out about yourself.”

“Hmm, I think it was right around the time your mom, Ms. K, brought a second man into our sacred bed. At first I was surprised bu—”

“Beep beep, Richie.” Bev cut him off once she decided he was no longer being productive.

“Oh right! Our very own Molly Ringwald has something to add.” Richie bowed and gestured over to Beverly who was standing right between Bill and Ben.

“Did you know?” Stan asked the girl, just out of curiosity since they seemed to have come to the quarry together.

“Yeah, he told me two days ago. But that isn’t what he meant. He called everyone so that we both could come out. TOGETHER.” She glared at Richie who looked away whistling. “He just yelled it before I could get down here. But, yeah, I like girls and boys. Richie still likes girls by the way. I would let him tell you himself but I don’t think he is gonna be very focused right now.”

“Well that’s cool g-g-guys, you know we don’t care.” Bill said first, as the honorary leader of the group everyone had kind of looked to him to respond to big news first.

“Yea, what Bill said. I am just glad you guys trusted us to tell us.” Mike smiled as he pulled them both into a hug, which all the losers quickly followed him into.

[sutterbabe]

#8 Auston Matthews

Hi!! I love your writing!! Can you do an Auston imagine where you guys are babysitting a teammate's kid and he kinda drops hints about how he wants kids?

I sorta changed it a little bit

I babysit this gorgeous little kid called owen and I love him so much he is the purest being on this planet. 

Song suggestion of the day: Boo by shortstraw

Song i was thinking about when writing this: Whatta man by Salt-n-pepa esp the line: ‘I think i wanna have your baby’ lmao 

If you were being honest, the best part about getting to know the wags of some of the older guys on the leafs roster was the fact that you’d get to babysit their kids. You and Auston had been together for almost five years, which simultaneously felt like forever as well as no time at all. When you’d first gotten together, you guys went out a lot more but now you weren’t so interested in the bar/party/club scene and more interested in hanging out at home with each other and doing weird adult things you never thought you’d want to do (okay, you’d gone to one winery for a wedding but still). Obviously, seeing as you guys didn’t have kids and weren’t sleeping off big nights out, you found you had a lot more free time than Auston’s teammates. Given that, you guys were happy to give families like the Bozaks a break and babysit for them. Kanon was nearing eight and the biggest ball of energy you had ever seen. So at first, when it came to babysitters, Zach had ALWAYS been favoured above you. You get it, the guy writes children's books and he’s like the nicest dude ever. Heck, if you had kids, you’d definitely want him looking after them. Then slowly but surely, Zach was high in demand and you guys got a shot at kid-watching duty. Look at you now, regulars!

To be honest, you didn’t blame most of the parents for wanting to get out every once in a while. Kids are full on. But totally worth it. You could not wait for the day you got to welcome your own baby into the world. You knew Auston loved kids, but if he wanted them.. well you assumed he wanted them eventually. With you? hopefully. In the next few years? yeah, no. Which was sad but you totally got that he wanted to figure himself out first. He’d been in the NHL for seven years and hockey was a big deal for him. You didn’t really know if he’d even thought that much about having kids.

“What are you thinking about?” Auston asked, glancing over at you.

You glanced over at him from looking out the window as you drove and smiled softly. “Nothing.”

He smiled at that, reaching over to hold your hand as he drove. “Okay.”

You giggled at that. “You’re really cute.” you told him and you caught him flush gently at that.

“Thanks, gorgeous.” he mumbled, unable to wipe the massive smile off his face that occurred every time you complimented him. You smiled and leaned across to kiss his cheek.

“I don’t think i told you this enough, but you looked really good the other night.” you added.

“Well, I know I definitely looked like nothing compared to you.” he replied. “Did my best to clean up nicely though, didn’t want to kill your aesthetic.”

You laughed. “What aesthetic? My ‘try-not-to-fall-down-the-stairs-in-those-heels’ aesthetic?”

“No your ‘I-am-literally-the-hottest-person-on-the-planet.’ aesthetic.” Auston replied replied with a chuckle. “Besides, those shoes have me convinced that people who wear heels would survive the apocalypse.”

You laughed. “I’m not sure if that’s a good thing but I’ll take it anyway.” you informed him as he pulled into the Bozak’s driveway. You were there a little early to help keep Kanon busy while Tyler and Molly cleaned up the house before people started arriving.

Yeah so apparently adult things also included ‘casual drinks’ at people’s houses. Which was fine but like a lot of small talk so you and Auston either ended up hanging out with people’s kids (or dogs if they didn’t have kids), which you had no complaints about. Everyone didn’t seem to mind, as it at least kept the littlies occupied.

Kanon was waiting outside the front door for you, bouncing excitedly on his heels.

“Hey, bud.” Auston grinned, crouching down to greet him with their customary fist bump before Kanon was ushering you through the house to the kitchen where Tyler and Molly were getting everything ready.

“Mooomm, Auston and Y/n are here!’ Kanon announced as he dashed into the kitchen.

“Careful, buddy, no running in the kitchen remember.” Tyler said, catching his son round the chest before he could barrel into his mother.

“Okay.” Kanon replied, but all four of you knew that he’d be doing the exact same thing again within the next half an hour. 

Tyler shook his head with a chuckle as Kanon raced off to his room to get who-knows-what. “Hey,” He greeted, reaching forward to clap Auston on the back in greeting as you hugged Molly ‘hello’ and handed over the salad you’d made.

Kanon was actually pretty quiet compared to normal. He’d been at a sleepover last night so he was still pretty exhausted. 

“Wanna go see how, Kanon’s doing?” Auston suggested, after growing tired of all the small talk he was making.

“Bit eager tonight?’ you chuckled.

“Well, just want to get in as much practice as possible.” He reasoned.

“Practice?” you questioned, but Auston avoided the question, branching off from the adults and going to hang out with Kanon.

“They’re boring. All they talk about boring things.” Kanon noted when you joined him. “I don’t ever want to be an adult.”

“Well.. we’re adults...”  You started.

“But you’re cool. You’re not boring.”

“So if, you have to be an adult... you’d be a cool adult, like us?”

“I’d be a cool adult, but I wouldn’t be you.” Kanon told you pointedly.

“Who would you be? Connor McDavid?” Auston chuckled. “I wouldn’t be him, ‘cause he’s a boring adult too.” 

you elbowed Auston in the ribs gently as you hid a chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“I’d be me, but old.” Kanon told-you a matter of factly. 

You nodded in agreement. “Good plan.”

“So what makes us cool? Because I don’t wanna get boring like all the adults.” Auston said, dropping his voice to a whisper like he was being let into some big secret.

Five minutes later Kanon had make you a whole flowchart for avoiding ‘boring adult status’.

“Okay. Number one!” Kanon announced. “Are you an adult?”

“yes.” you and auston both answered simultaneously before chuckling lightly.

“Okay.” Kanon said, circling ‘addalt’ in a different coloured pen.

“Do you have children?”

‘No,” you replied as Auston said “pretend we do.”

You glanced at him and he shrugged casually. “Well, we don’t want to be boring for our kids do we? Gotta start preparing so we don’t become boring parents.”

Kanon eyed you both suspiciously. “...okay. Step one if you have children is... No Embarrassing them!”

“Okay.” you said. “Auston, you got that one?”

“Are you ready for number two?” Kanon questioned.

You both nodded.

“No having parties without other kids there. Otherwise your kids will get bored!” Kanon told Auston sternly. “And last. No talking about boring things. So don’t talk about bills or roadworks or the weather!”

“What about... work?” you asked.

“No work! You can talk about hockey and toys and movies but no work!” Kanon warned, making you nod rigourously.

“yes, of course not.”

He narrowed his eyes at you both. “But you guys don’t have a kid!”

Auston nodded. “I know. But do reckon we should? Would we be good at being cool parents?”

Kanon thought for a moment. “Yeah. Then I wouldn’t be lonely everytime all the adults come to our house. But I don’t think you would be boring adults.”

“Well, thats very important to not be boring. That’s why we wanted to ask you lots of questions, since you’re the cool expert.” Auston explained.

Kanon nodded. “That was a good idea.”

After the guests had returned home, you stayed back for a bit to help clean up.

“you alright, Y/n? Looks like there’s something on your mind.” molly noted as she glanced across from where she was picking up glasses to take inside.

You sighed. “I think Auston wants kids.”

“Why the sigh? Isn’t that a good thing?”  Molly questioned with a hint of confusion.

“Well he hasn’t like... outright ever told me he wants kids but.. some of the things he’s been saying these past few weeks... I don’t want to interpret it all wrong and get my hopes up when he isn’t ready.”

“Y/n,” Molly smiled. “Theres no harm in talking to him. “Besides, guys are weird. He’s not going to come straight out and ask you to have his baby.”

you laughed at that. “They are definitely weird.” you agreed.

“Kiddo in bed,” Auston announced as he walked into the kitchen with a grin, Tyler following by his side. “Let’s hope I have the same magic touch with our kids, huh?”

You and Molly exchanged a glance. “Subtlety is definitely not his forte.” Molly murmured, making you laugh gently.

“Well, we better head off. You ready to go, Y/n?” Auston asked.

You nodded, turning to Molly and giving her a hug goodbye. “Thank you so much for having us!”

“Oh you’re very welcome. We’ll see you at the game!”

“I can’t wait till we have that.”

“Have what?” you questioned, glancing over at Auston as you dropped your bag on the kitchen bench.

“A family.” he shrugged.

“Is that what tonight was all about?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He sighed defeatedly, caught in the act. He ran a hand through his hair before glancing up at you. “I really want to start a family with you, Y/n.”

you giggled. “Well you could’ve just said so.” you replied with a grin, throwing your arms round his neck and placing a gentle kiss to his nose.

[meerkatheart-blog]

MH: Irreplaceable

Was bored, so I wrote my first MH story in a long time. I'm going to be fleshing out Penny and Tucker's every-day lives for a while now. I hope you guys enjoy. The story Butterfly is telling came from a comedy show I heard on youtube once. Credit goes to the guy who actually lived through this nonsense, but it sounded like something Penny would get into. Hope you guys enjoy this silly drabble. It was just a normal night at the townhouse, a bunch of girls sitting in various places in the living room. Everyone swapping stories, having drinks, it was all good. Penelope Stone, better known by her street name ‘Butterfly’, was full of stories. Mostly of her childhood. “Another story I’ll never tell my parents..” Penelope began, holding her bottle on her knee. “This all happened in high school. The redhead leaned back on the stool she was sitting on, her knee high boots stretching with the strain. “I had this teacher in high school, whose kid actually went to our high school, the teacher’s name was…” she thought a little “Mr. Alberquirq and his son was Max Alberquirq. He was a sophomore, when I was a…a senior so he was two years younger than me.” Two fingers were held up, more reaffirming herself than anyone else. “And well, Mr Alberquirq…” Penny smirked, as if amused by her own thoughts “was, an asshole. And one weekend, he and his wife decided to leave town, which you should never do,” she looked around the room, slightly leering at everyone “if you’re an asshole.” “The thing was, Max Alberquirq, decided to throw a party, at his dad’s house…yaaay.” Fake cheer, Butterfly knew sarcasm that was topped only the group leader “He wasn’t all that popular, you don’t get very popular when your dad is both a teacher..” she put a little emphasis on this one, using one figure in a forward and upward motion “and an asshole.” Most of the girls laughed, they knew what it was like. The lot of them were social outcasts, fed up with society. Labeled ‘mean girls’ by kids and grown-ups a like. Assholes were part of the trade. You dealt with them every day. “So most kids around town got invited to this Saturday night party, and each and every damn kid..” she paused again, this time for effect, her voice slightly rising in pitch “I swear to you, thought individualy ‘Alright, let’s go over there, and trash the place.’” She made a sneer at the last three words. This was rewarded by more laughter. Only one girl was keeping quiet so far, that was Merrianne Enin. Her street name was ‘Mercy’; hers wasn’t even a street-name that was just what everyone called her. No one called her Merrianne and survived. She had always been a hard-ass. But Butterfly respected her. So far, Mercy was just sitting in her chair, sewing something and not saying a word. After a sip off her beer, Butterfly continued her story “I walk in through the front door, and every person I ever knew was there. And they were all drinking like it was the end of the world.” Laughter broke out here “We were drinking like it was the civil war and we were all about to have our legs sawed off.” The laughter got louder; one girl caught her breath long enough to put a log on the fireplace. “It was totally unsupervised,” she flung her arms out “we were criminals off parole,” she bounced her shoulders, while slightly shaking her head “it was insane.” Now Butterfly stands up and starts to walk a little ways, making gestures as she tells her story “I make my way down to the basement; they got a pool table in the basement. Some dumbass took a running start, threw his body on to the fucking pool table and broke it in half.” She took a drink here before continuing. “Another kid found out which room was Mr. Alberquirq’s, went upstairs and took a shit in laptop case.” The girls really started to laugh here, that would be something one of them would have done. Even Mercy had to chuckle at that one. Butterfly made her way back to her seat. “So the party was going great.” An almost placid ‘this is fine’ smile on her face, as if to downplay the whole situation. “I’m in the basement, holding a red cup like you see in the movies.” She holds up her bottle in the same sort of way “So, I’m standing there, holding a red cup and I’m starting to black out. When suddenly someone says ‘something, something, police.” She sort of shakes her head as she said this, unable to remember the exact words. “And in this bleary, brilliant moment of intoxicated word association, I say ‘FUCK DA PO-LICE!” She suddenly stands, yelling “FUCK DA PO-LICE!’ and everyone joined in.” she looked very surprised, the other girls were too,. “A hundred, drunk, white children, collectively yelling ‘Fuck. The. Police. Butterfly was almost laughing herself as she said this “It was like a bunch of guys who had already, like, been to jail and aren’t afraid anymore, like ‘I served my sentence, you can take me if you want to!’” she did laugh a little here, and then said “but, drunk children.” “As it turned out,” she sat down again” the reason someone yelled ‘something, something, police, was because the police were there.” “So this middle-aged patrolman comes down the stars to the basement, and he looks out over a sea of drunk toddlers screaming ‘fuck the police’ in his face.” The girls all gasp a little at this, even Mercy seems interested by now, still not stopping her sewing though “And he’s almost impressed, he’s like ‘wow..’. Then he leans into his walkie talkie and says” Butterfly used her best ‘NYPD voice’ for this “‘Get the paddy-wagan’” There were a few chuckled, a few ‘oh my gods’ here and there. Butterfly continues. “And my buddy Poppy, she’s a mother now, this woman now has a baby. She grabs a forty, smashes it against a wall and yells ‘SCATTER!’” More laugher came from the girls settled in the room. Butterfly had to laugh herself, Poppy was a good kid, nothing like Butterfly. Poppy was a trouble-maker, but she was never really into crime the same way her childhood buddy was. Poppy got into trouble for fun, Butterfly did because it was just what she did. That had been the first and only time Poppy had ever drank, underage. Butterfly, by then had made it a bad habit, among other things. “And we all ran in different directions.” Her voice picks up speed as she talks, once again using hand gestures for emphasis “We all ran in different directions, it was like a hoard of cockroaches when you turn on the light and they all race away, yeah we all ran in different directions.” “I ran into the laundry room, jumped up onto the wash-machine and crawled out a window into the backyard and I start running through the backyard and there was this big chain-link fence and I was like ‘I’ve never climbed a fence this high before!’” Her voice dropped and she said flatly “and then I woke up at home.” One of the girls, a young Korean lady named Nari, street name ‘Bloom’ asked “How on earth did you get back to your house?” Bloom had an ‘American’ name that she had been given when her parents immigrated to America. But with this support system of friends she had made, she proudly bore her original name. Butterfly shrugged “No idea, I asked my brother the next morning what had happened, all he said was ‘You came back at like 4:00 am, Poppy fell asleep in a chair while you crashed in your bed.’” “I ask him ‘Where are the old men?’” “‘Well Dad #1 took Poppy home, Dad #2 asked why you were out so late last night, I told him you guys went to go hang out at the park with some friends and it got dark so you came back here. Next time you go out and get drunk, don’t expect me to cover your ass.’ I was lucky his did that time” Butterfly had to admit, her older brother may have been utterly useless in 90% of cases. But when it came to blowing smoke up her parent’s asses, Tucker was the master. He was able to sweet talk every adult in their family to this day. He was the only person able to schmoose even aunt Alexa. He’d pull that goofy smile and say something that sounded really cute and sincere and give one of those gushy bear-hugs of his, and they were putty to him. Tucker never used this talent for anything useful though, mostly for getting sweets after Dad #2 had clearly told him no more. Tucker was the #1 ass-kisser. A bunch of usual inquires followed. Till Mercy asked “Did you ever busted?” those were the first words she had spoken in an hour. Typical of the hard-ass to ask something like that. “Well,” Butterfly said “A caught up with Max a few days later and I denied ever going to his party. He recapped everything that had happened, but then he said “Worst thing is, someone stole my baby-picture from when I was still in the hospital, and my parents are kinda freaking out about it.” “I got that feeling, that only black-out drunks, and Steve Irkle could get. ‘Did I do that?’ But I told myself I wouldn’t do something like that, I wasn’t a sticky finger drunk.” Then she kinda shrugged “But I was never sure, until a two years later.” The girls all started mumbling amongst themselves “Hey! Relax” she said. “I was chilling with one of my cousins, this chick named Molly I went to school with, she was the same age as me. And we were playing video games and stuff like that, she was a lot closer to my brother than me, but he was off at college by then, so we started hanging out. After a few rounds she looks over at me and says ‘Come here, I wanna show you something.’” “She leads me into her bedroom and then into a secret crawl-space she found inside her closet one day, never a good thing. She turns on this electric lantern, and I shit you not” she paused here for a moment and said “it was wall to wall, with stolen hospital baby pictures.” “I look at her and I go ‘why…why are you like this’. She looks at me and she just says” Butterfly looked right over at Mercy and said “‘It’s one of those things that you can never truly replace’”

[wellimhavinga3outof10day]

All right, so @thislifeisawasteland tagged me to answer a bunch of questions that are actually an ask meme, but w/e. (There are kind of Riverdale spoilers in this post? I’m bitter, sue me.) Here we go:

Full name: I’m not really gonna tell you that, so settle for Jessica

Zodiac sign: Taurus

3 Fears: Death, spiders... that I’ll never fall in love?

3 things I love: Chocolate, green tea, & my laptop

4 turns ons: Humour, kindness, bad pick-up lines, goofy smiles

4 turns offs: Racism, homophobia, an annoying voice, a terrible smell in general?

My best friend: Like all of them

Sexual orientation: Bi

My best first date: I’ve only had one first date, so walking around the mall

How tall am I: 5'8"

What do I miss: My friends, knowing Jughead was safe and happy smh

What time was I born: 9:04 a.m.

Favourite colour: Red

Do I have a crush: Not unless we’re counting fictional characters

Favourite quote: *gross sobbing* “It’s like my home.” Nah, I’m kidding, I don’t really have a fave quote

Favourite place: My library

Favourite food: Chocolate

Do I use sarcasm: No, never...

What am I listening to right now: "Leave” by Jojo (lmao, idk why)

First thing I notice in new person: Their hair, tbh

Shoe size: 6 1/2 (yes, I have tiny fucking feet)

Eye colour: Blue

Hair colour: Brown/blonde

Favourite style of clothing: Casual, comfy

Ever done a prank call? Yes and omg worst experience of my life, almost had a panic attack, never again

What colour of underwear I’m wearing now? Pink

Meaning behind my URL: It’s a line from White Collar

Favourite movie: He’s Just Not That Into You (it’s on Netflix now, I’m so excited!!), also Pretty in Pink

Favourite song: Atm, “Prom Queen” by Molly Kate Kestner

Favourite band: ??? idk man

How I feel right now: Pretty good

Someone I love: Jughead Jones (honestly, fight me)

My current relationship status: Single af

My relationship with my parents: It’s good

Favourite holiday: Christmas

Tattoos and piercings? My ears are pierced and I have no tattoos

Tattoos and piercing i want: I kinda want a sternum piercing, and a rose vine tattoo up my side

The reason I joined Tumblr: I was filling out my social media quota before I went to uni

Do I and my last ex hate each other? Well, I didn’t think so but then she made me answer all these questions, so? It’s up in the air ;)

Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night” texts? Nah, never (unless you count my mom checking to see if I’m awake when I’m home alone)

Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Nope

When did I last hold hands? ...? Fairly recently probably, I hold my mom’s hand all the time.

How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 20 minutes, maybe?

Have I shaved your legs in the past three days? Nope

Where am I right now? At my desk

If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? N/A, never been that drunk

Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Reasonable (pretty quiet actually if you ask other people)

Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Yup

Am I excited for anything? Jughead to be loved and cared for and warm and safe, for the love of god.

Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? All right, well “can” and “would” are different words, so technically yes, but I wouldn’t?

How often do I wear a fake smile? Rarely

When was the last time I hugged someone? Last night?

What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? Eh, might bug me a little, but you go girl. (I mean, as long as it’s not an old man.)

Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? I don’t think so?

What is something I disliked about today? Today just started, buddy. Umm... for some reason my hands are really sweaty? I hate that?

If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Atm, the cast of Riverdale, but that’ll change in like a month if not a day.

What do I think about most? Probably w/e I’m writing atm.

What’s my strangest talent? ...? I don’t have very minute talents, idk what to tell you. I’m very talented at drinking too much green tea and procrastinating things I actually want to do.

Do I have any strange phobias? Mustard

Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind, probs.

What was the last lie I told? ...? I lie a lot, idk. I probs lied on here. Kidding, don’t think I have. Umm... I honeslty have no idea. It’s anyone’s guess.

Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Both are horrible and probably the worst forms of communication, but I’m gonna go with the phone b/c I have an unnecessary grudge against Skype.

Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Maybe? and yes.

Do I believe in magic? Little magic, sure.

Do I believe in luck? To an extent.

What’s the weather like right now? Sunny, average temp

What was the last book I’ve read? I’m in the middle of Crooked Kingdom right now, but the last book I finished was I’ll Give You The Sun

Do I like the smell of gasoline? Yes

Do I have any nicknames? Yes: Jess, Jessie

What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? I broke my wrist by getting knocked down a hill and landing on concrete.

Do I spend money or save it? Save it.

Can I touch my nose with a tongue? Nope

Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? Yeah, more things than I expected too, tbh.

Favourite animal? Pigs

What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Talking to Rachael on Tumblr/watching Misfits

What do I think is Satan’s last name is? Claus (yes, I know it said Satan not Santa, but it’s a conspiracy)

What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? I Don’t Wanna Be Sad by Simple Plan

How can you win my heart? Be nice and funny and care about me (honestly giving a shit about me is really all I need, my standards are fucking low as shit)

What would I want to be written on my tombstone? Idk but something kind of weird and maybe a quote I like?

What is my favourite word: Feral

My top 5 blogs on tumblr: Ugh, I don’t want to do this.

If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? “I love you, take care of yourselves.”

Do I have any relatives in jail? I don’t think so...

I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Flight

What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? Umm... lots of things, I’m sure.

What is my current desktop picture? It’s a city that Natasha made for a class and it’s super pretty and green.

Had sex? Nope

Bought condoms? Yes, actually

Gotten pregnant? Nope

Failed a class? Nope

Kissed a boy? Nope

Kissed a girl? Yup

Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Nope

Had a job? Yes

Left the house without my wallet? All the time

Bullied someone on the internet? I don’t think so, I hope not

Had sex in public? Nope

Played on a sports team? Yes

Smoked weed? No

Did drugs? No

Smoked cigarettes? No

Drank alcohol? Yes

Am I a vegetarian/vegan? No

Been overweight? No

Been underweight? No

Been to a wedding? Yes

Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Yes

Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yes

Been outside my home country? Yes

Gotten my heart broken? Eh, probably not

Been to a professional sports game? Yes

Broken a bone? Yes

Cut myself? No

Been to prom? Graduation in Canada, but yes

Been in airplane? Yes

Fly by helicopter? No

What concerts have I been to? So I went to like three in a row a few years ago: One Direction, Marianas Trench and... shit, I thought there were three... it might have been two... oh! Shawn Mendes! (And I’m listening to him right now and I forgot that, lmao)

Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Yes

Learned another language? Kinda

Wore make up? Nope

Lost my virginity before I was 18? Nope

Had oral sex? Nope

Dyed my hair? Yes

Voted in a presidential election? Federal election yes, I’m Canadian

Rode in an ambulance? Nope

Had a surgery? Nope

Met someone famous? Nope

Stalked someone on a social network? I don’t think so

Peed outside? Nope

Been fishing? I have.

Helped with charity? Nope

Been rejected by a crush? Yes

Broken a mirror? Nope

What do I want for my birthday? *laughs* Umm... not a clue. 

How many kids do I want and what will be their names? 4: Marcia, Whit, Eli, & Beth

Was I named after anyone? My middle name is my Oma’s middle name too, but my first name’s not from anywhere

Do I like my handwriting? I used to b/c it was literally flawless when I was younger, but now it’s like a mess, so no.

What was my favourite toy as a child? Should I even remember this? Barbies, probably.

Favourite Tv Show? Atm, Riverdale

Where do I want to live when older? Not a clue. Probably Toronto or Vancouver? Maybe somewhere in Europe. Who knows?

Play any musical instrument? I used to play guitar but I probably can’t remember any of it.

One of my scars, how did I get it? Idk if I have any scars, man. There’s like kind of a scar by my elbow? But how I got it is a mystery.

Favourite pizza toping? Green peppers

Am I afraid of the dark? Nope

Am I afraid of heights? Nope

Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? No, I don’t think so. (I once was caught squirting water in a guy’s face? But he kind of deserved it.)

Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? I don’t think so...?

What I’m really bad at: Figuring out my life

What my greatest achievements are: I once predicted the end of a book, does that count? And my highest post here is almost at five thousand notes?

The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: "I love you, but sometimes I just don’t like you.” (Honestly, I deserved it, but it was savage af.)

What I’d do if I won in a lottery: Buy a house, buy a lot of fandom merch, invest a bunch... 

What do I like about myself: I’m pretty laidback, I know what I want for the most part, and I try to be a good person.

My closest Tumblr friend: Not this again.

Something I fantasise about my ex: (lmao my first instinct was to put “dying” and that’s not true, my babe, I’m sorry) Honestly? Just having sex, like nothing fancy.

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Summary: Nancy opens up on some history to Flake and Darryn and Melissa are upset over the camp. Chapter: Nine - Keeping It Old Style Author’s Note:

[Masterpost] [Quotev] [Blog]

Melissa holds Darryn’s hand as they stand at the edge of the camp, watching as the sun rises above the mountains and shines down on their faces.

“It’s rather beautiful, isn’t it?” Melissa says, squeezing Darryn’s hand.

“Yeah. It’s lovely.” He tells her, his eyes squinting as the rays hit against his face. Melissa leans forward slightly, looking down at the valley below them.

“Why do you think they decided to camp here, out of all places?”

“It’s secluded.” Darryn tells her, looking around. “Nothing is around, It’s the perfect place to be, I think.”

Melissa nods, thinking to herself for a moment. “Why do you want to leave, then?”

“Really?” Darryn asks, laughing slightly. “You know why.”

“Not really. I just know you don’t like that Flake guy.”

“He’s shady, Mel, I don’t like it one bit.”

“Well. You don’t seem to like anything, do you? Come on, let’s go get something to eat, I’m starved.” Melissa smiles, pulling at his hand. Darryn turns, grinning briefly at her as they walk down the pathway.

--

Grace and Sabrina stand at the food storage as Drake comes wandering along, stopping as he spots the two girls standing in similar stances, their arms crossing, biting their lip, leaning more on one foot than the other.

“Is there something wrong?” Drake asks out of curiosity.

“We’re running low, we’re trying to figure out a way to make sure everyone eats.” Grace tells him without looking away from the pile, her eyes moving across the different types of food lying.

“I think Flake said he’ll take some of us out for a mission tomorrow. We’ll probably have to walk.” Drake says as he begins walking away. Grace just mutters a “uh hu” in response. Her eyes linger before she looks towards Sabrina, squinting at her as she reaches over, using her thumb and index finger to pull a twig from her hair.

“Hey!” Sabrina calls out of surprise, feeling her hair.

“Did you goto bed dirty?” Grace questions, rubbing her fingers together until the dirt falls from her skin. “You look nasty.”

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry.”

“Like you’ve been rolling in the mud.” Grace adds.

“Mark and I were playing a game, that’s all.” Sabrina tells her, walking over to the pile and picking up a can. “Want some?” She offers, changing the subject as just earlier she had snuck back into camp after a small adventure outside the walls.

Grace shrugs, “Sure.”

--

Flake rolls his neck, yawning as he sits at his desk, sitting back in the chair as he stretches back, the front legs of his chair coming off of the ground as he yawns again. A small knock comes from outside the door.

“Come in!” Flake calls from the desk, standing to his feet as the door slowly opens. Nancy pops her head around the door.

“Hey…” She says slowly, pushing herself inside, holding the door so it’s just ajar.

“Can I help you?” Flake asks.

“Yeah. I just wanted to say thank you for taking us in yesterday.” She begins, leaning against the door until it closed behind her. “It was real nice of you.”

Flake looks at her, her stance leaning right against the door as it clicked behind her, her eyes barely making eye contact.

“There’s no problem. Gotta stick together.”

“Yeah-- I wanted to talk to you about something. Do you have time?” She asks, biting her lip.

“I always have time, what is it?”

Nancy puts her hands behind her back, her wrist held in her hand as she doddled towards Flake as he sat back in his seat.

“I know who you are.”

--

Molly and Sammy sit in their bedroom, holding two dolls in their hands as they quietly play. Jessica sighs as she watches them from the living room through the open bedroom door, Robbie standing beside her as Scrap sniffs around the kitchen.

“You don’t need to put all the pressure on yourself, you know that right?” Robbie tells her as Jessica sighs loudly.

“Pressure of what?”

“You know, taking care of them. It’s not just your sole responsibility.”

“Yeah-- I guess I know that.” Jessica tells him, rubbing her eyes. Robbie inches closer to her, wrapping one hand around the back of her neck and bringing her into a hug. Jessica huffs into his shoulder, wrapping one arm around his body as he wrapped his other arm around her. “Thanks.”

“No problem. You know I’m here for you and all these people out there are, too.” Robbie tells her as they break away from the hug.

“I just wish life wasn’t this unfair.” Jessica says.

“Sometimes It’s just like that.”

--

“You know who I am?” Flake questions, squinting at her. Nancy takes a deep breath, sitting in the seat opposite him.

“I was a freelance reporter working in Manhattan in early 2010. It wasn’t the best job in the world but I got to travel around alot.” Nancy begins explaining, shuffling in her seat as Flake’s gaze never leaves her. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying to ruin your reputation or anything. It was a small case and I doubt these people know who you are.”

“Continue.” Flake tells her after a moment's silence, leaning back in her seat.

“Uh-- Well. I found out about your case, the murder case. It was really interesting, not to say that you-- Nevermind. I did a lot of research on you, Sebastian-- Sebastian Flake, 34 years old when he killed Francis Holden.”

“That case was thrown out. Nothing came from it.”

Nancy nods, “Yeah. I thought that you were framed when the reports I found started to come in. I don’t care if you did it or not. I don’t even know why I’m telling you that I know. I just want you to know that I know.”

“Okay. I understand.” Flake tells her, the colour seeming to drain from his face slightly.

“I just want to know that my friends and I are safe in your company.” She adds.

“You are. You know the whole story, you should be able to make that decision on your own.”

“Yeah. I do know the whole story and frankly, It doesn’t matter if you did it out of cold blood or you did it for some other reasons. I did enough research to know that what you did was not morally wrong.”

“I’d rather us to be done here.” Flake says.

“Of course. I didn’t come here to make your uncomfortable or frightened. I actually came here to warn you, not exactly a warning but more of a friendly gesture.”

“Which is?”

“People you meet out there may know who you are and that may put your life or your position as leader at risk. I would suggest telling people about this but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I presume nobody knows and if you’d prefer to keep it that way, I’ll keep my mouth shut as will you.”

“Thank you.” Flake mutters.

Nancy stands up, “Thank you for letting me talk to you. I hope our alliance stays strong between our two groups.” She smiles, holding her hand out. Flake shakes her hand quickly and she makes her way towards the door, pulling it open and making her way out.

Flake sighs, sinking more into his chair and squeezing his eyes shut, tapping his fingers against his chair.

--

Grace puts the metal tin down on the porch as her and Sabrina sat on the porch. Sabrina’s legs crossed on the top stair and Grace’s head resting in her hand.

“Hmmmm” Grace hums, swaying her legs.

“what’re you doin’?” Sabrina asks.

“I’m thinkin’... D’ya wanna do something today?” Grace asks, sitting up and turnin to look at her sister.

“Like what?”

“Uhhh, I don’t know. Maybe so--”

A loud scream suddenly rumbles through camp.

Darryn falls into his backside as one of the undead grab at his ankle, snapping their teeth as it pulls itsself along the ground, half it’s legs missing. He grumbles as he sends his foot flying towards the undead’s face, snapping it’s neck back as it losens his grip. Darryn manages to crawl away and stand up.

“What’s going on?!” Drake asks, running over with Robbie, Melissa and Grace close behind.

“This thing--” Darryn smashes his foot down on the dead’s head, causing it’s brains to splatter across the ground, he stamps down twice more to make sure it’s dead. “Attacked me, In the camp!”

“How is that possible?” Drake says, mostly to himself.

“You tell me, genius! You say this place is safe?”

“They can’t get inside. It’s impossible for them to climb inside the fence.”

“Well maybe your logic isn’t exactly correct.” Darryn snaps,wiping his foot roughly against the dirt, smearing blood across the ground.

“Where is Flake? I want to speak to him.” Darryn asks.

“Yeah-- Me too!” Melissa pipes up, pushing past Grace rather roughly.

Flake suddenly appears, walking up the pathway. “What’s going on?” He asks, rather casually.

“Oh. I’ll tell you what’s going on.” Darryn begins moving quickly towards Flake, his fists clenching. Robbie suddenly steps sideways a little and grabs Darryn, attempting to hold him back. Darryn swings his arm and shoves Robbie aside.

“Hey!” Grace snaps, practically catching Robbie in her arms.

“Your camp almost got me killed.” Darryn snaps as he reaches Flake, just inches away from his as he spits in his face. “We’re leaving. Your camp isn’t safe.”

“It’s safe. The walls are secure.” Flake tells him, trying to achieve a louder volume than him, although it didn’t seem to be working.

“I could have died and it would have been blood on your hands.”

“Then leave.” Flake bluntly says after taking a few seconds of silence. Darryn scoffs, kicking the dirt slightly.

“Fine. We will.” He tells him, emphasising the ‘We’ as he begins walking away. Melissa puts her hands on her head, pushing her hair up as she groans loudly. She starts storming after Darryn.

“This isn’t over.” She says as she passes the foursome, her shoulder hitting off of Flake’s as she makes her way after Darryn

---

Darryn opens the door to the cabin where he finds Nancy, Tanya and Carlos talking. They look up at him, eyebrows raised as he grabs his gun.

“We’re leaving.”

“Woah-- What’re you talking about?” Carlos asks, standing up.

“Flake doesn’t want us here. He even said.”

“What? Did he say that?” Nancy asks, her voice rather shaky.

“Yeah, why?” Darryn asks, leaning to his side as he looks at her. “Did he say somethin’ to you?”

“No! He didn’t I was just wondering…”

“Well. He did say that. He said for us to leave.”

“I don’t think he meant it like that.” Melissa says as she makes her way inside the cabin, closing the door behind her.

“What do you mean?” Tanya asks.

“Come on baby. You know we can’t leave. You can’t be so ridiculous.” Melissa pouts, moving over to Darryn and taking his hand. “Just a few more nights?” She asks, fluttering her eyelashes. Darryn bites the inside of his lip, clenching his fist.

“I don’t know, Mel.”

“Come on, Darryn. We can’t go out there anyways.”

Melissa winks at Darryn, unnoticable to anyone else but him. Darryn smirks at Mel. “We leave first thing in three days?” He requests, Melissa shrugs.

“Maybe.”

---

Robbie approaches the cabin door, raising his fist to knock against the wood.

“Be careful. Don’t want any of ‘em to bite your head off.” Grace comments as she wanders past, gesturing her head towards the cabin.

“Yeah. I’ll be careful.” Robbie says as he knocks against the door. Tanya opens it, her eyebrows raising.

“Oh, hi! I didn’t expect anyone to come by.” She says.

“Yeah, I was just checking on you to make sure you’re okay and not leaving.” Robbie tells her, “I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced, either, I’m Robbie. Mind if I come in?” He asks.

“Oh, sure! It’s a bit messy but…” She moves for him to enter, which he does. He spots Carlos sitting at the small table in the kitchen and Nancy lying on the couch. Tanya clears her throat to get the attention of the two sitting in sight. Carlos raises his head.

“Hello!” He exclaims, standing up. “Sorry, for Darryn and Melissa, for earlier.” He immediantly says.

“It’s fine.” Robbie says, shaking his head.

“We don’t have any intentions to leave.” Carlos tells him, Robbie nods, smiling.

“I’m glad. You could be useful here.” Robbie tells him.

“Good, we’re happy to be here.”

“Where are they, anyways? Darryn and Melissa?” Robbie asks.

“In the bedroom. It would probably be best not to disturb them.” Carlos says quietly. Robbie raises an eyebrow, shook.

Grace walks until she reaches Sabrina, who lingers at the front gate. She snekas behind her and quickly clamps her hands down on Sabrina’s shoulder. Sabrina practically lets out a loud scream, shaking slightly as she turns.

“Hey, don’t do that!”

“Me and you, tonight, let’s play jenga.” Grace tells her, poking her sister lightly in the chest.

“Where did you find Jenga?” Sabrina asks, shoving her hands into her pockets rather awkwardly.

“In Mika’s bedroom. I thought maybe we could play and maybe Jessica could join us with the kids?”

“Mmm, maybe. Sure.” Sabrina shrugs, Grace rolls her eyes.

“It’s just one game of Jenga, Sabby.”

“It’s a two player game?!” Sabrina yells jokingly, reaching her hand over while it’s still tucked into her jacket pocket, hitting Grace slightly with it.

“Okay, whatever! I’ll make a makeshift twister mat or something.” She shrugs, smiling.

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(Ch. 4) Hugh Jadhav and the Detention Escape

Hugh tapped the teacher’s wooden desk with a wooden pencil. He tapped once, twice, three times. The “clack!” sound of each tap bounced around the walls of the classroom. It echoed off the off-white drywall, past the wood grain desks (all but one empty, aside from a vague shadowy presence inhabiting them), and met with the ticking clock. Hugh slouched back in the chair, still tapping. Above his head, the chalkboard spelled, in wisped-white letters:

1. NO TALKING

2. NO MISBEHAVING *

* (DEFINITION ACCORDING TO PERSONAL BELIEFS)

3. NO LEAVING

Molock, sitting in the one desk not occupied by a vague shadowed presence, traced a finger up the length of his red horns, then hung loose from his desk.

“Hey,” Molock spoke. “Hey, you.”

Hugh, without un-slouching himself from the chair, replied, “yeah. Me.”

“You. Detention guy.”

Hugh repeated, “yeah. Me.”

“Guess what?”

Hugh repeated, “yeah. Me.”

“Detention guuuuuuy,” Molock sat back up. “I’m bored.”

Hugh repeated, “yeah.”

“Detention guuuuuy. I’m bored!” Molock drummed at his desk with his hands. Rat-tat-tat-tat. Rat-tat-tat-tat. “Let’s play a game detention guy. You and me. Come on!”

Hugh took a second in silence. He soaked in the quiet seconds. His desk was so tranquil. His body, at rest. He’d found peace. Then, he sighed. He unknotted his spine from the chair, and sat up. “Uh. Sure. Why not.”

Molock cut a sharp grin into his face. “Good answer! Let’s play 20 Questions. I love, I mean love, 20 Questions. And I wanna get to know you, detention guy!”

Hugh grumbled for a bit under his breath, before breaking into, “yeah, okay, whatever.”

“Okay! I wanna start, detention guy. I always start when I play 20 Questions.”

“Shoot.”

“Okay! So…” Molock grinned, questions swirling around his tongue. “Let’s start with a softball. Were you legally born a Detention Guy? Or is that something you took on yourself?”

Hugh made no reaction. “The name’s Hugh. Uh. Last name, Jadhav.”

Molock drummed his fingers again. “Hugh. Huuuuugh. That’s nice. Hyooooo. Hugh Detention Guy Jadhav.”

Three seconds ticked by on the clock: one, two, three.

“Huuuuugh. It’s your turn.”

“Oh. Uh… hold on. Uh…” Hugh felt his brain strain to lift a thought into his head. His mind felt heavy and thick. His back longed to droop into the chair. After a few seconds, Hugh finally spoke: “Okay. Your name.”

“Creative. Call me Molock. Or Molly, if you want. You can always call me Molly.”

“I’ll go with Molock.”

“Aw. Oh well…” Molock said. “Hey, hey. I got Question #2 ready: where’d you come from, Hugh Jadhav?”

Hugh tapped his pencil again. “Downtown. City in the United States. It’s a place on Earth.”

“Nice place?”

“It’s the worst.”

“Better than here, though?”

“Mm. Probably,” Hugh replied. “Okay, my turn again?”

“Nope.”

“Nope?”

“Question #3: Why are you here?”

“That’s a kinda broad question.”

“Like, here. in detention”

“Oh. Well, I’m supervising.”

“Why?”

“Cause supervising gives me extra credits.”

“And you want that… why?”

“Cause I wanna do good at school.”

“And you want that… why?”

“Cause I want the biggest grades.”

“Why?”

“Cause… I don’t know how to love myself?”

“Hah! You’re funny, Hugh. Funny funny.” Molock leaned in closer to Hugh, with an arm snaked up to his chin. “Okay, your turn. Come at me. Gimme any question you like.”

“Okay. Then how ‘bout this. Why’re you here?”

Molock face knotted into a frown. “Okay, different question.”

“Uh, okay? Guess we’re moving on?”

Molock looked away. “That’s none of your business, Hugh.”

“Okay, okay, it’s none of my business. If you say so, whatever.”

Molock tsk’d and clicked his tongue. “We’re going too slow. Let’s get to the good stuff already!” Molock grinned again, and looked directly into Hugh’s eyes. “You got anybody you like, Hugh?”

Hugh felt hot air rise in his chest. “Uh… uh, what?”

“You like? Anybody? Hello? Come on, you can trust me.”

Overhead, a flickering noise cracked and buzzed. All the shadowy presences at the other desks shifted for a moment, blinking in and out.

“No. What?” Hugh’s eyes turned up to the ceiling. “What the heck was that?”

“Hey hey, Hugh, you gotta face your problems with courage, you know? Otherwise, it’s no good. Can’t just avoid the question...”

“No, the noise. What was that?”

The noise crackled again. Something in the ceiling sizzled away. “Huuuuugh. C’mon.”

“No, I think it’s the--”

A “shock!” sound cracked and surged from the ceiling. It snapped right through Hugh and Molock’s eardrums, “shock!, shock!” The room went completely dark. The familiar sights of the classroom, the outlines of the desks and cabinets, were barely visible under the shroud of the blackout. Hugh could hardly even see Molock’s silhouette in front of him, coated in the shade.

“--the lights. Crud!”

Hugh breathed a choked sigh, and rubbed furiously at his temples. “Just my luck. Just my luck.” Hugh wanted to kick the desk. But Hugh wouldn’t. Hugh was reasonable. If Hugh kicked the desk, it would just mean a hurt foot and a not-hurt desk. He breathed. He was reasonable. He’d calm himself. “Okay. Okay!”

“Hugh, is it okay?”

“It’s okay, Molock!” Hugh turned his eyes around the classroom. “I read-- I read, okay, about the emergency protocol like, a million times. A. Million. Times. I just gotta, gotta find the emergency pack, it’s…” Hugh felt his way around onto the bumpy plaster wall of the classroom. Everything was dark, but his eyes remembered the sterile white color of the walls. He hugged onto them, and sidled on over to the other end of the room. “It’s over there, somewhere. Uh. Crud. Just gotta…”

Hugh felt around in the corner where the backpack should have been. After flailing his arms for a few moments, his fingers hooked onto a fabric strap. “Here! It’s over here. No worrying.”

“No worrying, Hugh?”

“Nope, nu-uh.” Hugh felt for the zipper. The backpack growled upon as he pulled back on it, and Hugh put his hand into the open flap. Fingers fumbled over unknown edges and shapes in the backpack before finding the cold, metal touch and curve of a flashlight. Perfect. Hugh took the flashlight out from the bag, and switched it on. “No worrying, Molock.”

Instantly, a harsh ray of yellow light beamed out from Hugh’s hands. A circle of the classroom revealed itself: a desk, a flyer for some club on the wall, and Molock’s red face.

Hugh looked straight at Molock. “Okay. Okay. Come on, we’re moving out.”

Molock looked at the door, then back at Hugh. “Moving out?”

“Yep. Moving out. Going. We’re leaving this place. Bye-bye. See you later. Let’s go.”

Molock pointed at the chalkboard. “The rules, though?”

“Emergency protocol’s rules too. Heck, it’s probably like, super rules, compared to that.”

Molock’s eyes spun around the room. His pointer finger shifted on over to the other desks. “What about those? The vague, shadowy presences? Don’t they gotta evacuate too?”

“They’re not on my roster. Just you.”

Molock’s eyes looked away. “But uh.” He licked his lips. “The game. We haven’t finished the game-- you didn’t finish the question.”

Hugh sighed, and shined the flashlight back to the door to the hallway. “Listen. Molock? I’ll level with you here. I don’t wanna answer that question. Not a bit. Not even zero percent of me wants to answer that. But if it makes you feel just a teeny bit less weird about getting out of here, I’ll tell you any dirty little thing you wanna know ‘bout me. Okay?”

Hugh reached his hand over to Molock’s. Molock turned his hands up, and strutted to the door. “Hey, hey. I can go. I can go. No worry, right Hugh?”

Hugh turned his head to the doorway. “Yeah. No worry. Okay. Let’s just move already, okay?”

Hugh grabbed onto the doorknob, turned and opened. The two boys walked on through.

* * *

It was dark in the hallway. Seemed the lights had gone off, not just in the classroom, but all over the floor. Hugh and Molock walked together in silence across the hall. The only sight they had was the harsh, battery-focused spotlight searing in front of them. The only sound, the heavy “clack!” rhythm of their footsteps over the tiled floor.

His eyes focused forward, Hugh spoke, “so. Who I like.”

Molock took a second. “Huh?”

“Who I like. You wanted to play this weird game; you asked me who I liked.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

“You aren’t excited ‘bout this, are you?”

“No, no! Ack. Sorry. Come on, Hugh, I wanna hear!”

“O…kay.” Hugh continued to walk. “So. I guess, I do have someone I kinda like. Kinda.”

“Uh-huh?”

“He’s. Uh. Well, he’s kinda close, I guess. Met him at school, actually.”

“Uh-huh.”

“He’s… I dunno, honestly. He’s a lot. He’s a big ol, stupid lot. Gets into fights and stuff all the time. But I guess I like him. Can’t tell you why. Even I got absolutely no clue. But I like him.”

The sound of something surged through the hall, then. It was a “click!” noise, muffled, far off in the distance.

“God! Can’t this hallway ever just be normal? Can’t we ever just, walk through the hallway like a normal hallway, without some weird noises, or spirit meeting, or quest or whatever? I swear to god, if there’s a quest coming on…” Hugh rambled to himself, continuing to walk. “Ugh. Sorry Molock. I just hate this stupid hallway so much. I wanna fight this stupid hall so bad.”

No response.

“Molock?”

Hugh looked back. Molock had stopped walking.

“Molock, what the heck. We gotta keep moving. We gotta get to the evacuation meeting place.”

Molock breathed a heavy, lead breath. Hugh felt it fall in front of him. Molock did not move.

“Hey. Hugh…” Molock spoke. “I have another question for you.”

Hugh heard the clicking noise louder now. It was moving through the hall.

“What? Come on Molock, just spit the damn thing out.”

“Hugh… have you ever broken any rules?”

“Rules? Uh… let’s see.” Hugh thought. “I littered on the street once, when I was in 6th Grade. Okay, I tried to litter. But I’m a weenie. So I ended up grabbing the soda can I threw away off a gutter and carried it all the way to a dumpster. That’s all I remember.”

Molock stood in place. “So… you never broke the rules before.”

“I don’t… think so?”

The “click!” grew louder. It turned a corridor towards them.

“Heck is that noise?” Hugh asked.

Molock swallowed. “Good… That’s good Hugh. Real good.” Molock breathed another lead breath. “You must be a good person, Hugh.”

“Uh, I dunno about that. What I do know is that we gotta move. So, Molock, if you wanna continue this--”

Hugh reached a hand to Molock.

The noise drew louder. Hugh could hear many clicks within it now.

Molock did not grab Hugh’s hand.

“Molock.”

The noise drew louder. It was close.

“Molock?”

The noise drew louder.

“Hugh. Hyoooo. That’s a fun name you got, Hugh. You’re really funny, Hugh.”

The noise boomed in Hugh’s ears, “CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK”.

Before Hugh realized, Molock jumped out into a sprint, running away from the noise. Molock zoomed, ran, ran down the hall, turned to a door, jammed at the doorknob.

“Molock, what the heck are you on about?” Hugh yelled.

“Damn it.” Molock cursed at the door. “Damn it, damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”

Hugh blinked. Without warning, Molock fell down right where he stood. Hugh caught a blur of something strike at him. The blur moved onto Molock, snapping at his ankles, spreading over him. “Damn it!” Molock, voice muffling underneath, “please, please,” he yelped, and snapped, and thrashed his arms everywhere. “Please!”

Molock shut his eyes. He felt his pulse pump slower. His limbs felt limper by the moment.

“Please…” Moloch moaned. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-- didn’t…”

Hugh shined the light over Molock’s body. And he saw it. The shape of the clicks. Their bodies. Their eyes.

No time thinking. Hugh held the flashlight up, and slammed it down on the clicks.

“Hah…” Molock breathed, a few of the clicks moving off his face.

Hugh slammed the flashlight down again. And again, and again, and again. He smashed the steel-cast against the clicks over and over.

He wrenched his fingers down through the mass of clicks, fumbling for Molock’s body underneath. His hand grasped onto Molock’s body. He pulled him through, beating off the wriggling mass over him.

“Hey. Hey, you. We’re leaving! You hear me? You got your ears working?”

Molock’s eyes looked dizzily at Hugh. Hugh chiseled the last group of clicks off of Molock’s body, and held his arm over his other shoulder.

“And you idiots,” Hugh said to the clicks now, “better hear me too. Alright?”

Hugh turned on his heels, and ran.

Hugh ran away from the clicks.

He ran fast. He ran hard. He threw the clicks off his back. He slammed off the clicks that hung onto their bodies. Hugh ran, ran, ran. Hugh ran far away, deep into the hall.

After a long time of running, their noises faded away.

Then Hugh stopped. He was in the middle of the hall, around some lockers. His breath kept running; he breathed again, and again, and again, and his lungs felt like collapsing at how many times they blew up and deflated.

“Crud,” Hugh breathed out. “Crud! God,” and again, “what a load of-- crud!”

Hugh’s hands skittered over the backpack, pulled out a bottled water, and rushed it to his lips. The droplets spilled down his throat and over his shirt. “Okay. Crud! Okay. I think… I think we lost them. Crud! Sorry. Crud!”

Molock sat down on the hallway tile. Hugh coughed, and crumpled down next to him. “Crud,” Hugh whispered again.

Molock sat still. He moved nothing.

“Hey…” Hugh wheezed. He held out the water bottle. “Take a sip. Come on, big guy.”

Molock turned his head over to the bottle. His eyes were glazed over. Then, he looked over at Hugh.

Molock laughed.

He laughed loudly. Enough to rattle the lockers in the hall.

“Hugh!” Molock said. “Hugh, you really are funny…”

Hugh shook his head. “Okay. I’m funny, Hugh’s super funny, ha ha ha.”

Molock stopped laughing. He paused for ten seconds.

“Okay, so…” Hugh said. “We’re playing a game. Here’s another question. What the heck?!”

Molock did not speak. He waited another couple seconds.

“Maybe that’s not so good a questi--”

“Hugh,” Molock said. “I wanted to ditch you.”

Hugh looked at Molock. Molock didn’t look back. “Figured.”

“I wanted to-- to leave you behind, back there.” Molock looked up. “Didn’t work. They wanted me.”

“I saw that.”

“Hah! You’re good Hugh. You really must be.”

Hugh rolled his eyes. Hugh had been saving it up for the opportunity, but he finally rolled his eyes. “O-o-o-okay.”

Molock took the bottle of water, and tilted the bottle down over his lips. He drank for 5 seconds. His adam’s apple bobbed up, down. He pulled the bottle back, and grunted.

“Hugh.”

“Molock.”

“I was really gonna leave you there, so I could get away.”

Hugh felt a good opportunity coming on for a second eye roll. “So what? It’s over. It’s done.”

“It’s not over. They want me. They’re coming back. Listen closely.”

Hugh turned back to the hall. A faint, clicking noise crept down the walls.

“Hugh.”

“Molly.”

“They’re not fast. But they catch up.” Molock strained his bones, and stood himself back up.

“Next time, Hugh. Leave me behind.”

Hugh groaned.

Hugh audibly groaned.

“God,” Hugh said, “why is everyone so stupid. Why did the universe let everyone be stupid. And why does everyone feel like they got the right to say stupid stuff?” Hugh stood up. “Anyways. The door to the evacuation room is down the hall, left at the turn, two rights, and then straight. I don’t got a map or anything telling me that. It’s one of those, your heart knows, things. Stupid halls. We’re going down there.”

“Hugh.”

Hugh took another sip of water, and put it in the bag. He helped Molock back onto his shoulder. He started walking.

“If you can say my name,” Hugh said, “you can ask some questions. Come on. We’re playing a game.”

“I’m sorry, Hugh.”

“That’s not a question, Molock. That’s a statement.”

Molock shook his head. “Hugh.”

“Say my name one more time.”

Molock paused.

“Really? Nothing?”

Molock breathed. “Favorite food.”

Hugh kept walking.

A click echoed off the lockers.

“Coffee. If that counts. It’s also my least favorite, cause I’m difficult like that,” Hugh replied. “It’s awful. Awful stuff. But I think if I stopped drinking the stuff for a day, even a day, I’d crumble up to dust, and die.”

Moloch made no reaction.

Hugh turned a left.

“Hugh,” Molock said. He had a thought. He shook it away. “Hugh. Favorite music. Tell me your favorite music.”

The click turned left, behind them.

“Music. Music, music… Honestly. I don’t really listen to music. Not a music guy. But my music taste, hoo boy. I got none. I like anything I hear. Doesn’t matter if it’s rock, pop, heavy metal, jazz. Never heard a song I really hated.”

Hugh turned right.

The click turned right.

“It’s getting closer, Hugh.”

“If you aren’t asking questions, I will. Favorite color.”

Moclok blinked. “Red. Hugh--

“Red?”

“Yeah, red. So--”

“God.”

“What?”

“Just thinking about how hysterical that is. Your favorite color is red. You’re red. You’re literally red. Your favorite color is literally just you.”

Hugh turned right, again.

The click turned right, again.

“Straight down. I see the door, Molock.”

Hugh walked down to the door.

The click moved over to Hugh’s heels.

“Molock, tell me your favorite music.”

Hugh walked closer.

“Molock? Music. Catch up with me here.”

Hugh was close now, doorknob a few steps away.

“Molock?”

Hugh looked back.

A dark tendril had hooked onto Molock’s ankle. Already, the clicks started moving over him.

Molock was perfectly still. “Hugh,” he said, without looking at him. “Go.”

Hugh blinked. “Stupid.”

Clicks continued to climb themselves over Molock’s body.

“Hugh. I screwed up. I screwed up real bad. And I did something-- I did something really awful.”

Hugh clicked his tongue. “Yeah.”

“You don’t get it, Hugh. Really bad. Something you just can’t forgive.”

Hugh inched closer to the doorknob, still holding onto Molock. He felt every tremble that ran through Molock’s body.

“I wanna tell you. I wanna tell you how bad it was. I wanna tell you, but I--”

Hugh kicked at the door. “So don’t! Just don’t! Problem solved!”

“You don’t get it, Hugh. You’re a good guy.”

“Jesus, I’m not! I’m a dumb teen!”

“You’re a good guy. But me, I’m being punished. I did something wrong. Now I’m getting taught a lesson. You don’t--”

“Oh my god!!” Hugh yelled. “Shut up!!”

Hugh wrenched himself forward to the door, with the weight of Molock and the clicks tugging against him.

“Just shut up! Shut it!”

Hugh reached to the doorknob, and began to pull.

“I screwed up! I did something unforgivable--”

“I don’t care! Hear me? Oh my god! I don’t care! I don’t care whatever you did! I don’t care whatever happened! Jesus Christ! Why the hell would I?”

“Because! These things! They want me, want me to learn--”

“Oh whatever! Learn, learn, learn, I’m not your nanny! I don’t care what lessons you gotta learn!” Hugh grasped at the brass touch of the doorknob, but was pulled back again.

“I don’t care what stupid vague lesson you gotta learn! And I really, really don’t care if you wanna throw yourself in your own wallowing pile just cause you gotta learn it! You know what? You’ve got  years and years to go off and screw things up just as bad some other day-- and maybe, maybe you learn something, and it’s all great, or you don’t, and it sucks!” Hugh shouted. “Look! If you really wanna learn, go say sorry, think a little about it, try not to do it again, and play nice! Or whatever! It’s not my problem! You! You’re on my roster! You are!”

Hugh’s fingers wrested away, grappled right over the doorknob.

“So! Shut up, and let me fix this already!”

Hugh turned the doorknob. He wrenched himself, and Molock in. The two boys tumbled into the other side of the room. Hugh slammed the door back before the clicks could slip through. White light seared over them from the ceiling.

Hugh gasped for breath. Molock wheezed. Hugh coughed. Molock tried to catch his breath. Hugh heaved air in and out.

“Okay,” Hugh spat out, in between husky breaths, “get into your homeroom’s,” cough again again, “single file line. That’s Class,” cough, “71-P.”

Molock wheezed again.

“Hear me,” Hugh said, “Molock? 71-P.”