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[hauntthebodies]

Happy Halloween, I wanted to share a fun audio I planned on adding to the story but the audio doesn’t want to work for me (: so instead here’s a snippet describing it ❤️

[dannybnnt]

TEXT | MARGOT & DAN

Dan: So I told Isley I was done drinking forever, but this week has been like the biggest bullshit of my life. I know it's late but let's go out and do stupid shit.

[shermann-isaak]

@timeforcracker : Et si c'était moi?

J’comprendrais mieux pourquoi tu es si impatiente qu’on parte en forêt.

[binary0111]

@mysticreset liked for a starter!

Seven picked up the phone to dial the number recorded by the RFA messenger app after MC logged in. Now that she was a new member, he had to make sure that all her information was correct-- while he didn’t doubt the capabilities of the messenger he built, it was still better to double-check everything, in case there was a bug. He also needed something to entertain him while he had work to do for the agency, so he figured he would kill two birds with one stone with a prank call.

It was meant to be light-hearted conversation, of course. He didn’t want to actually annoy her, at the risk of driving her away... He watched her on the CCTV feed, partially to check that she really was there, and partially to get a better look at her than he could on her social media and other assorted selfies from her phone-- not that he’d hacked it! That would be unethical-- who was he kidding. Of course he had.

The number rang, and he heard the other end pick up soon. “Ah, hello? I’m calling to report an issue with your account. It appears that there’s been some fraudulent use, so please confirm your phone number for me and follow my instructions...”

[hauntthebodies]

Happy Mother’s Day

I wrote a thing about MCs family in the spirit of good mothers so without further adieu~

Put under a readmore

Dawn had barely begun to break when your father woke you up. You were groggy, bleary eyed as he gently shook your shoulder, Riley beside him clinging to his leg.

“Hey, kiddo,” He spoke softly as he woke you, almost apologetic for waking you up so early.

You give a soft groan to let him know you’re awake, the room dark as he didn’t want to blind you, “Tell me again why we have to do it this early?” You asked, tone teasing. You both knew the answer, your mother was an absurdly early riser. Despite this, you and your father wanted to make her breakfast in bed for Mother’s Day.

Running the diner, your mother did most of the prep, and for your fairly small town, you knew the restaurant was going to be busy all day.

As you all tiptoed down the stairs, Riley in your fathers arms, you looked at all the photos lining the wall. Many of them were of you as a child, though your mother had removed a few to include Riley, and you smiled at the thought. Growing up, you always wanted a sibling.

As a child, you didn’t understand why it was so difficult to get one, but you knew the topic was a sensitive one for your mother. You remember asking once and watching your mother’s face crumble, before saying it wasn’t so simple and that you were very special indeed.

You learned later the reasoning why, and your heart broke for her. Made Riley all the more special too.

Your mother was a powerhouse of a woman, running a tight ship of a family and devoting her time to you all while also running a business. The diner had been her dream, and your father always liked to say he’d give her the world.

As you make your way into the kitchen, your dad hummed in thought, “What do you think she’d like?” He asked, hoisting Riley into his arms.

“Rose tea,” You start, pulling the box from the cabinet. “It’s her favorite but she never has time to make it.”

“Every tea is her favorite.” He deadpans, looking at the overflowing shelf, “But good call. I was thinking either pancakes or an omelette.”

You and your father bounce back and forth on ideas, voices low as if she’d wake any moment. Eventually you settled on a dish, working as a team to make breakfast.

Riley helped as much as she could, your father letting her try to flip the pancakes, clapping happily at her achievement.

Before long, the food is ready and set, your father taking the tray as you hold Riley, and the three of you set off to your parent’s bedroom.

Nudging the door open, you all quietly made your way into their room, your mother already rousing at the noise.

Despite her drowsiness, there was a smile on her face as you all entered, arms outstretched for you and Riley as you both plopped down onto the bed, embracing her in a hug.

“Happy Mother’s Day,” You finally say, matching her grin as she sits up fully, “To the best mom in the world.”

She laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then Riley’s, before finally moving to her husband as the three of you settled in beside her, “Good morning my darlings.”

She looked radiant in the morning light, perfect smile lighting up her face as she regarded you all, hands clapping together in glee as she noticed the breakfast.

“We thought you’d probably want to enjoy breakfast in bed,” Your father murmurs, looking at your mother with pure adoration, “Get a bit more time to relax before the busy day.”

“You spoil me,” She laughs, her gaze turning warm, “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” Your father responds as you nod your head resolutely, Riley cooing as she was scooped into your mother’s arms. The woman meant the world to you, and you were happy to at least start her day off on a good note.

[hauntthebodies]

Can’t explain what possessed me to make this

[hauntthebodies]

"accidentally saying i love you" for Avery?

❤️ here u go

You should have known they were going to be stubborn, as if it were their predisposed nature to be argumentative. And here Avery was, arms crossed defensively against their chest, jaw tense as they stare you down, “No, you’re not.” They scowl, angry at the thought of you doing something so careless.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, grumbling under your breath, “I wasn’t asking for your permission, Avery.” You snap.

“It’s a really stupid fucking idea,” They gripe, not standing down, “You’re gonna get yourself killed. Again.” The last word was added on as an afterthought, but you just threw your hands up in exasperation.

“Why do you care? I know you have a hobby of fighting with me but this is absurd.” You ask, watching ask they shake their head, a flurry of russet hair.

“Oh, I don’t fucking know,” They drawl sarcastically with a shrug, their expression bitter, “Maybe because it’s a bad idea, like comically stupid idea, which is impressive coming from you, I thought you couldn’t top your stupidity in high school. Or maybe I don’t want you to get hurt because I love you and it’s stupid, so fucking stupid-“

Their eyes widen as they cut themselves off from their tirade, meeting your own surprised look before holding up a finger, “Don’t.”

“You love me?” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them, heart tightening in your chest as they flinch at the question, eyes dropping to the floor as they take a few steps back. “Avery.” You try, but they shake their head, not at the question but at themselves, panicked and retreating.

“I gotta go,” They offer weakly under their breath, spinning harshly on their heel before making a quick exit, leaving you confused and unsure what to do.

[hauntthebodies]