#ghost taxi 👻

[kelliealtogether]

[fandomwritingbit]

👻Hallowe'en Special👻

Ghosting.

Michael Afton x fem!reader.

Synop: After being abandoned by a friend at a stellar Halloween party, reader hooks up with someone in a Ghostface costume... turns out to be Michael Afton. This is a very distant sequel to Hateful with both Mike and reader being arseholes with an enemies to lovers thing going on.

Warnings: drinking, swearing, horniness, smut, public sex.

You’ve been looking forward to tonight for months. A friend of a friend spread the word about their ‘killer halloween party’ almost as soon as August rolled around and rumours of fancy dress, live music and drinking games followed suit. It sounded like just what you needed to perk you up after weeks of studying. 

And now, looking at your costume laid on your bed, you can’t help but grin, it’s cheesy and a little old-fashioned, but hey, if it ain’t broke…

You’ve spent much too long getting it just right, using several sharpies, glitter and lipstick to perfect the face on your blanket, huge eyelashes on top of your eye cut-outs and big pouting lips. A fucking perfect, tarted-up blanket ghost. You complete the set-up with a pair of fishnets and chunky heels, unable to hold in your giggles when you check out the outfit in your mirror.  

“Oh my god, you look crazy.” Your friend Gemma laughs, looking at herself in the reflection next to you, her playboy bunny costume a much more basic choice than yours. One could argue a more sensible one too, because you'd had to layer up so all your secrets couldn't be exposed by one big gust of wind.

“Yeah, crazy hot.” You put your hands on your hips and pose, both of you tittering like schoolgirls. It is funny, but you’re aware that the pre-drinks you’ve had are probably making it seem funnier than it is. 

Your friend grabs a jacket and slings it over her shoulders, gesturing with her head that it’s time to go. “Can you even see anything?” She asks as you join her outside, looking at you sceptically as you turn around to lock your apartment door, missing the keyhole on the first try. 

If she could see your face, your eye rolling would be very evident. “Yeah. I know what I’m doing.” You bring your hands to the lips of the blanket, “I even cut a hole so I can stick a straw through.” Showing her by sticking your tongue through the gap, though quickly cringing at the feeling and taste of the fabric. 

“Oooh, she’s prepared.” Gemma says sarcastically, before putting a hand on your shoulder and all but forcing you to get a move on, you don’t want to be more than fashionably late after all. 

~

One giggly taxi ride later, you and her are struggling to get out of the car without flashing anyone. And then, you're heading up the front steps to the house, where the party is already in the swing of things. A werewolf sits next to an inflatable flamingo on the steps, one smoking, the other vaping, you’re admiring their costumes when you realise the wolf is a lad from your tutor, so you stop to tell him how amazing he looks. 

“Come on, y/n.” Your friend again takes your arm, her voice faux-whining. “We haven’t even got drinks yet, you can mingle in a second.” 

You let her guide you, though not without a sharp glare, quickly turning to the wolf before you go, “See you later, Joe!” 

As you step away, she grins at you, almost knocking over a witch’s drink sitting beside her on the top step. “Really gushing over Hoe-seph, huh?” She wiggles her eyebrows, her tone a little condescending. 

You can’t help but laugh, “Shut up, you knob.” you nudge her, making her wobble on her huge heels. “You’ve got to admit he looks great.” 

She scoffs in response. “Sure, he does. But it’s fucking Joe! We can do better tonight.” 

…

So much for that, you think to yourself as you sip probably the cheapest lager you’ve ever tried through a curly straw. Not even an hour after you and her had arrived, she’d found a group of people she knew from law studies and buggered off with them. Right now, you can see her bunny ears peeking over the crowd and swaying slightly to the music. 

You probably should have anticipated being on your lonesome. 

Though that doesn’t make it any less shit.

“You alright, y/n? You here all on your own?” Someone you recognise talks loudly over the music, pulling you out of your silent thought. 

You sigh, though they probably can’t hear the extent of it. “Yeah… Gemma pulled her signature move and left me in the dust.” You try to explain, having to repeat the words twice before they understand. When they do, their expression shifts in pity and they put a hand on your shoulder.

“Awww, come drink with us then, screw her.” You pull a face as you consider, before nodding and following them over to the kitchen where they and six others stand around an island drinking. It’s much brighter in there with the big lights on and you blink after being so used to the muted multi-colour lights of the living room. 

Your new buddy catches your reaction. “Hey, don’t let the light sober you up. What are you drinking?” They ask, and man, you really need to buck up and ask their name. 

“Uhh… whatever this is.” You twist the bottle around so they can see the label and their expression instantly reveals disapproval. Which you completely understand.

“You want another one of them?” A bloke standing next to the fridge pipes up, who you'll come to learn is called Ash.

“...Not really.” You admit and they laugh. 

“Vod and coke?” Your saviour prompts with a huge bottle of smirnoff in their hand and you beam under your costume. 

“Now we’re talking.” 

~

As enjoyable as the change in drink was, it didn’t take much for it to take effect and pretty soon you’re hanging off the arm of someone you've just formed a strong drunken friendship with, and singing along to someone’s halloween playlist. 

The drunkenness itself wasn’t so bad, everyone else was too and surprisingly this group was an excellent match of personalities. The main problem was that drink makes you horny. Like seriously horny. Horny enough to scan these people for a viable and interested partner. But you swiftly realise the seven of you are made up of two couples, someone that doesn't date girls and that Ash guy.

You struggle to think of who around could be your hook up. Yes, you could go find your werewolf friend, or his flamingo buddy, but that doesn’t feel too appealing. 

“I’m gonna go outside… I want to smoke.” You try not to slur your words, and pat the arm of the person that led you to this drunken safe haven as you walk, or rather stumble, past. The struggle is real, especially in these heels, but you manage it. Squeezing through masses of guests and trying not to get decked by tipsy people dancing, some of them shouted sorrys at you, others stared after your form like you were in the wrong. 

The cool night air was pleasant and you soak it all in as you check faces around. You recognise lots of people even through costumes but you know them too well for a quick drunken hook up, and there's no need to make your social circles awkward. But, god, you’re thirsting. 

Moving down the steps and being really careful not to slip, you pull a packet of cigarettes out from under your blanket, the box warm from being pressed against your skin for so long. Then you go down the side of the house, flinching when a motion-sensor light kicks into life and illuminates the path in a dingy yellow light. It’s like the party doesn’t exist back here, the noise completely dying when you turn the corner into the back garden. 

And that’s when you see him. Some guy in a full Ghostface get-up, one glove pulled up to let him scroll through his Instagram feed. You can’t help but grin under your covering, you have a special place in your heart for Ghostface, the movie one of your favourites for many reasons. Not all of them wholesome.

Placing the cigarette through the slit in your costume, you light up. Taking yourself over to slasher and standing beside him. 

“Uhh hey…” He turns to you tilting his head, no doubt trying to figure out who you were under your mask and failing. “That costume is-”

You smirk as you cut him off, “Amazing? I know. Proving to be a little inconvenient though.”

“Yeah I’ll bet. Do I know you?” You make a humming noise, trying to decide if you want to know who he is. There’s something really hot about the anonymity of it, hell you can play with the idea of a Matthew Lillard or Skeet Ulrich under there. And just the thought of that spurs you on immensely. 

“I’m not sure. But there’s fun in that.” The guy nods, but you can imagine a look of confusion under that sexy mask. You’re not usually this bold, but liquid courage and boredom can make anyone risqué. 

The two of you fall silent for a moment, before you break it teasingly, “Well, aren’t you going to ask me?” 

Ghostface scoffs in hesitation before he bites the lure. “Ask you what?”

You dramatically place a hand on your chest as you pretend to gasp. “... The Question. From the movie, you know, the one Ghostface is famous for?” 

“Ohh.” he laughs as he catches on. A hand digging in his robe for a small black device that looks like a radio. He holds it up to the mask and does as you ask, “... What’s your favourite scary movie?” The voice changer is scarily movie accurate, that iconic voice that is the perfect mixture of terrifying and ridiculously hot. 

You gasp for real this time, losing yourself in giggles, “That is awesome, holy shit.” You move a little closer, deciding that yeah, you want to test the waters with this fella. “Scream…” You answer, “Because I think Ghostface is really hot.” 

The flirtation in your tone isn’t hard to miss and although he’s surprised you just walked up to him and staked a claim, he certainly isn’t complaining. “Yeah?” 

You nod, alcohol making you brave enough to lay all your cards on the table. You lift up the hem of your blanket slowly to show him how good your upper thighs look in these fishnets. “You interested?” 

 He laughs, “Hell yeah.”

~

Right there against the back of the house you pull the sheet up over your hips and your little shorts down, grinning in excitement as you watch him pull his gloves off and set about doing the same. He tries to help you take the fishnets down, but at this point you just hook your fingers into the holes and rip them enough to allow him access to your slick seam. “Fuck.” he breaths when his fingers come into contact with your wetness. How the hell has he gotten this lucky tonight?  

The vodka in your veins doesn’t let you feel the cold, right now there’s nothing you want more than a good fuck and you hope that whoever is gripping your hips right now can do that for you. And judging by how quickly he finds your clit and begins to slowly rub circles, he absolutely can.

It’s clumsy, but exactly what you want and pretty soon you’re arching your back and pulling at the waistband of his boxers. You free his cock and he’s delightfully big and thick in your hands, so much so that you have to commend yourself, you really picked a good one here. Your hurried grabbing of his dick pushes him to press into you, hands cupping under your behind and lifting you to his perfect angle. It’s unexpected and you grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself, leaving him to slide his cock between your folds, coating himself in your slick, before pressing firmly inside you. 

“Shit-” You hiss instantly, a buzz in your core becoming apparent at the gorgeous feeling of him filling you up. You move your hips against him as much as you can, spurring him on to a rough pace of fucking in and out of you. Neither of you consider that you’re completely exposed, lewdly hooking up outside next to someone’s house, anyone could come round the back and catch the two of you but that’s the furthest thing from your mind. 

His grunts match the pace that’s quickly bringing both of you to your ends, gradually becoming whiny as he tries to make you come before finishing, but your tight walls are making that fairly difficult, as are the sweet sounds he’s pulling from you. He doesn’t realise how close you are and so the second he again starts to stroke your clit, the waves of your climax hit you hard. Your pussy sporadically tightens around him as you cum, your head tilting back against the wall and just like that he has to pull out, his release immediately hot and sticky on the top of your thighs. He thrusts into his hand as he finishes, groans dripping from his lips. 

By now you’re recovered enough to be annoyed that he’s covered your lower body in cum and you push against him to get him off of you. He obeys and leans against the wall next to you, both of you staring forward for a moment of realisation. How the Hell are you supposed to go back in there with this costume fucking sticking to you? God, you probably should have discussed logistics beforehand but hindsight is 20/20, huh? Your still tipsy brain nearly laughs at the situation but stops when the bloke next to you starts shifting in his costume, grabbing at his mask in an almost panicky way. 

He manages to pry it off and closes his eyes for a moment. The very moment he does you practically jump 30 feet in the air. A gross knowledge snapping through you so fast, you swear you touch all five bases on the grief scale. Your Ghostface was fucking Michael. Michael Pissing Afton. “Oh. Fucking Christ.” You snap out of nowhere, making Mike flinch. 

“Woah, what? What’s wrong?” Your reaction is so strong he thinks you must be in pain of something and swiftly turns towards you, hands hovering over you like you were about to hit the deck. 

You neglect to answer him, just angrily pulling the blanket up and tearing it off your form with an exasperated sigh. Only Michael Afton could make you completely sober in the span of two seconds.

He watches with wide eyes and almost winces when he reaches the same conclusion you did. “Y/n?” He laughs a little in surprise, still staring as you toss your costume on the floor and stand there in the tiniest shorts and top going. “Why didn’t you say anything?!” 

You scoff, “I didn’t fucking know, did I?” You say loudly, the silence following it deafening. Honest to God, how didn’t you realise sooner? You definitely should recognise him from your fling nearly a year ago- must be the alcohol, but still, if you’d have known you probably would have shopped around a bit before settling for Michael Fucking Afton.

A stupid smug smirk coats his lips, that pinch between your brows is just funny. He speaks through a chuckle, “I actually can’t believe it’s you… How’re you doing, it’s been a while?” 

The sharp gaze you fix him with just makes him laugh harder. “Yeah, that was intentional.” 

And there was that side of you that got on his last nerve, props to your attitude for being able to ruin a perfectly good shag. “Why are you pissed off? You came on to me.” He asks the questions incredulously, his tone irritating.  

“Huh, bet that’s a first.” You retort, a condescending smile increasing tenfold when he scowls.

How in the name of all that is holy did this happen?

A/n: Hope you enjoyed, stay tuned for the next one xxx

[writingpromptneeds]

'ghostbusters' (1984) prompts. 👻

'I want you to concentrate.' 'You're coming with us on this one.' 'That would've worked if you hadn't stopped me.' 'I'm gonna take back some of the things I've said about you.' 'I believe that everything happens for a reason.' 'What I'm about to say may sound a little unusual.' 'If something's gonna happen here I want it to happen to me first.' 'I don't think you're crazy.' 'Hey, anybody seen a ghost?' 'There's something very important I forgot to tell you.' 'If there's a steady paycheck in it, I'll believe anything you say.' 'Boy, I've gotta get some sleep. I'm dying.' 'I want to know more about what you do here!' 'There's gotta be a way in.' 'He told me to meet him here.' 'I don't think he's human.' 'There's something very strange about that man...' 'I'm afraid you're going to die.' 'I'll be over there in a little while.' 'Will you stay here in bed until I get back?' 'How about a little music?' 'Just where do you think you're going?' 'You're going to be held responsible.' 'Shut it off.' 'I just work with these guys!' 'We're in a real fix, here.' 'Dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria!' 'Enough, I get the point!' 'I am going to send you a nice fruit basket.' 'Come on, let's run some red lights!' 'You gotta learn to play rough.' 'Hey, where do these stairs go?' 'This looks extraordinarily bad.' 'Empty your heads.' 'We've only got one shot at this.' 'I couldn't help it.' 'Well, there's something you don't see everyday.' 'I'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.' 'Funny, us going out like this.' 'I have a radical idea.' 'I feel like the floor of a taxi cab-' 'Somebody turn on the lights.''I love this town!'

[whatsnewalycat]

Hi! I’m the worst and just now realized I never told you my ghost stories I promised you 👻

When I was 19, some friends and I went to a hair show in Long Beach. We thought it would be fun to stay on the Queen Mary, cause why not 🙃

My friend and I were underage, so we couldn’t got to the after parties with our other friends. So we stayed in our hotel room and just hung out. My fiends ended up passing out close to like 1 am, so I tried to do the same. At one point though, I could hear a man and a woman talking (I don’t remember what about) very clearly— like it wasn’t muffled through the walls like from another room or in the hallway. It was like they were right in the room, which was super tiny and somehow squeezed too twin beds into it.

I was getting freaked out and my friend is just snoring away.

I had tried texting my other friend who was staying in our room too, she was out at the party, but the cell service was kind of wonky being one floor below deck. I was literally hiding under the covers because the talking turned into more of an argument and out tv went out and was just a fuzzy screen.

It was close to 3 am when my friend text me they were at Dennys, which was a 10 min taxi ride from the ship.

I put shoes on and ran so fast out of our room, up the flight of stairs to the lobby, which was creepy in itself because no one was around but there was that eerie music playing.

Finally made it to the taxi and over to my friends. Ate some food and then went back to the hotel room. Our friend had woken up and said she had heard what sounded like a couple having a conversation in our bathroom. The rest of the night it sounded like someone was stomping around our room and banging on the walls.

We were so stoked to leave (my one friend and I went back and stayed 3 more times lol)

We did take pictures the entire time we browsed the ship. Hoping to capture something. There was one picture we took of the lobby. They have a baby grand piano next to an out of service elevator. When we looked at the photo closely, you could faintly see a man standing by the piano dressed in a black tuxedo. It was wild!! My friend went to download the photos to her computer the next day, all the photos were gone.

The end!!

👻👻👻

HEIDIIIIIIIIIII i hope you don’t mind me saving this story for my campfire 🥹🖤 that’s so fucking spooky omg!!!

It’s unsettling enough to hear a couple arguing, let alone GHOST COUPLE ARGUMENTS. I wonder why they were stuck in that loop, if something followed this argument that imprinted their energy in the space. Thank you so much for sharing, I love it so much.

[silverjetsystm]

👻 GHOST — is there someone or something that you feel is missing from your life? do you know if there's any way to find it/them? - jake

IN CHARACTER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS. | Accepting

Jake's always on the move, even before getting his license. Never still.

A house is a house. His cab is his home.

People are his home. Gena. Ricky. Ray. Crawley.

Two beloved sons go to war. Chasing helicopters. Wanting to be like the silver and jet champion of their boyhood.

One came home in a coffin. Folded flag. Grateful nation.

They weren't there.

Her other son flew his former hero around for a while. Gena let them back in for a while. Marc pushed them all away. Isolated them to keep everyone else safe, to keep them safe from hurting their loved ones. Jake and Grant didn't like it; they had their own hurts.

The people's cabbie is a ghost in a toy yellow taxi, tires and engine the only sounds passing The Other Place, neon shining in the rear view mirror.

Better for everyone they moved on.

[uhaunted12345]

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[ultimategeekboy]

Got tagged by @lilduckface thanks man!

Relationships: 4 serious ones and a couple of hook ups.

Break-ups: 3 plus plus those hook ups.

Kids: don't have any kids yet.

Brothers and sisters: I had one younger sister.

Pets: two lovely kitties 😊

Surgeries: I had a couple.

Tattoos: none

Countries I've been to: Oh boy 😅 Belgium, France, Holland, I've seen pretty much most of Europe, Norway, The US and Canada.

Been in an airplane: Yup I love flying!

Been in an ambulance: More times than I care to admit. 😅

Sang Karaoke: Never sang karaoke before.

Ice skating: Yup and it's not a pretty sight. 😅

Been on a cruise: Nope I've never been on a cruise.

Rode on a motorbike: Once and wouldn't mind doing it again!

Ridden a horse: Hahah that's never gonna happen chief! 😂

Stayed in a hospital: Once or twice.

Favorite fruit or berry: I love mangos and apples. 😍

Favorite color: Purple!

Last text: Girlfriend telling me she'd prank me by shaving her eyebrows 😅😬

Coffee or tea: Tea guy all the way, you got more options!

Favorite pie: Apple pie or Blueberry pie 😍

Favorite pizza: Hmm tough one anything with a lot of cheese is good in my book!

Cats or Dogs: As much as I like dogs I'm more of a cat person.

Favorite time of year: Autumn and the only reason why is cus I love halloween. 👻

Met a star: I once met Steve Higgins when I was a bike courier, pretty cool dude!

Flown a helicopter: Nope but it's on my to do list. 😊

Been on TV: I was on Belgian television once.

Broken a leg: I broke my left leg once and my foot. 😅

Seen a ghost: I may have. 👀

Been sick in a taxi: if being in one on my way to the hospital counts then yes!

Seen someone die: Unfortunately I have..

Not sure who to tag for this one so I'm gonna skip this time!

[kurambrollins]

WIP meme

I got tagged ages ago by @deanandseths and… please excuse my awful memory. By lovely people who didn’t forget I existed and am an Ambrollins writer 😘 Edit: I looked it up. It was sweet, innocent @leedustoambrollins sorry I forgot

Oh God, I’m not quite sure people really wanna hear me rant about stuff I won’t finish until were all old and grey but here we go 😂

📽 Flesh It Out - y'all should know about my porn baby, so I’m not gonna say much about it. Dean’s a porn actor, working at Cyberfights, and Seth is his biggest fan. Right now, Seth has dumped Dean and ran away like the scared, overwhelmed teenager he is, giving college a shot until he realizes wrestling his his one true passion. Dean not included. But oh, how can he ever fix what he broke?

⚰ Rollinstein’s Monster - Dean dies and Seth says “fuck natural order bullshit, imma revive mah man” and goes full on Frankenstein to be reunited with the love of his life. Mother nature, Roman and Dean have their own opinion on this though. (Heavily inspired by Frankenweenie.)

💙 In A Heartbeat - Well, this one’s heavily inspired by the short movie IAH. Teenage!Ambrollins. Dean’s the troublemaker of the town, Seth the sheriff’s son who follows Dean practically everywhere cause his heart demands it. I’ve made this one darker than the film, with Seth not talking and ending up in hospital, close to death due to his heart “condition”.

💔 We can learn to love again - prompt fill, canon compliant (takes place back when Seth was still US and WWE champ). Seth has cancer and even though he screwed Dean (and Ro) over Dean tries to be a good brother and help him in any way he can. Roman isn’t as eager as Dean but that’s maybe cause he doesn’t want to get back together with a traitor.

📖 (Working title is “evil magic book” and was supposed to be a Halloween short ficlet…) Teenage!Ambrollins. Seth and Dean find a book that makes everything come true that you write in it. Soon they realize they’re meddling with powers they can’t control.

⚖ (Working tile is “soulmate AU”). Your typical soulmate AU with a little twist to it. The name on your wrist doesn’t show your sweetheart - it shows your murderer.

☠ Death Parole - Dean is death and Seth suffers from the fear of death. Until Dean shows him what death really means. Very self indulgent to cope with my own fear of death.

🔞 Deathmatch - Teenage!Ambrollins. Dean is forced to compete in death matches inside a cage and Seth - the neighbour kid - wants to save him.

👻 Paranormal Lockdown - Seth has a ghost hunter tv show and Dean’s house is supposedly haunted. He is less than thrilled to have idiots running through his new home, trying to fool him and the world with their moronic fake ass show but he’s more than just amused by Seth, so he lets him run wild. (Inspired by the TLC show Paranormal Lockdown.)

Ugh, I have so many more WIPs… like Seth starting a cooking course and Dean’s the teacher. Shield breakup paired with amnesia (the same night from three different perspectives), Shield anonymous love letters, a Silent Hill fic, sequels to Arachnophobia and the latest Shield one shot, Taxi Driver, Zombie apocalypse, a couple more promot fills etc etc etc. More than I can ever finish. I’ve probably also forgotten some I already have a Google drive file for but these are the ones I remember and that are closest to my heart. I haven’t run out of ideas, just out of energy 😅

[kelliealtogether]

Thank you, @rainbow-0bsidian, for the tag!! We've both got some restaurant-y vibes going on. I love it.

This is from something currently titled Ghost Taxi:

“Refill?” 

Ronan Lynch looked up from his phone into the face of the reason he whiled away hours at Fox Way Diner every night. Adam Parrish’s dusty hair, gaunt cheeks, and tired blue eyes made it easy to tolerate cup after cup of burnt coffee long after Ronan finished eating his nightly slice of pie. Adam’s hands, too, elegant and boyish, made it easy, even when one was wrapped around the orange spout-cum-handle of the decaf coffee pot that magically filled every time Ronan walked through the door. 

While he could have sat at the sticky formica counter on an uncomfortable, backless stool all night just to be in Adam’s presence, Ronan couldn’t stay. “No, I’m done, man. Got a fare,” he replied, waving his phone to give Adam a brief flash of the Lyft Driver app on the screen before he shoved the phone back in his pocket. “Just my check.” 

Adam nodded and returned the coffee pot to its hot plate before moving to the old analog cash register at the other end of the counter. It was another thing that added to the stuck-in-time feel of the diner, a cash-only establishment Ronan didn’t think was a front, though the staff seemed more than capable of money laundering, or worse. The checkerboard linoleum tile floors, the cracked vinyl seats of the booths, the wood laminate covering everything one could cover with wood laminate–As soon as you walked into Fox Way, dropped on the side of the highway just outside Henrietta, you stepped into 1965, or 1975, or 1985, sometime decidedly not in the twenty-first century.

Tagging @iammistressofmyfate, @werewolffeelings, @mychemicalrachel, and @jackwolfes if any of you are up for it!

[kelliealtogether]

Chapters: 7/10 Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Friends to Lovers, Working Together On A Mystery to Lovers, Pining, Ronan Lynch Loves Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch Loves Adam Parrish's Hands, Murder Mystery, Low Conflict, Slow Burn Excerpt:

“Hiking accidents don’t leave ghosts, Gans. And no one goes hiking here,” Ronan put his finger in close proximity to Adam’s before moving it six inches away, almost the edge of the map, “when they can go up by Nethers and hike Old Rag.”

“We went hiking in stranger places,” Gansey replied smoothly.

“And we didn’t have any hiking accidents,” Ronan said, desperately wanting to steer the conversation away from why he and Gansey hiked in stranger places than the woods outside of Henrietta. He glanced at Adam and Blue to make sure their interest wasn’t too piqued before plowing ahead. “Accidents don’t leave ghosts. If they did–If accidents and old age and whatever the fuck else people die of left ghosts, there’d be a shit ton of them. Do you see a shit ton of ghosts hanging around? No. So Noah didn’t die in a hiking accident. I’m telling you, Whelk killed him.”

[Chapter Seven]

[kelliealtogether]

From a future chapter of what had the working title Ghost Taxi 👻 and is now The Rearview. I'm cheating since it's seven sentences, but 🤷‍♀️.

“Hope you closed your weird ass porn.” Ronan pulled the computer in front of him, risking a glance at Adam even though he knew exactly what he’d find on Adam’s face, the rare expression reserved for when Ronan was being particularly dickish: thin lips pressed together, blue eyes narrowed, a crease between fair eyebrows. 

Adam’s face didn’t disappoint, and Ronan smirked, something close to satisfaction thrumming through him until Adam said, “What’s to say you wouldn’t have liked it?” 

If Ronan had been drinking his coffee, he would have ruined Adam’s laptop when Adam’s response unexpectedly punched the air out of his lungs. It wiped out every witty retort Ronan could have come up with, leaving his brain a thoughtless hiss of static without hope of a signal coming through. Adam was joking, teasing, and Adam never joked or teased. Heat flooded into Ronan’s face and, knowing a blush would follow, Ronan hunched over Adam’s laptop and held his cheeks in his hands as he mumbled, “Probably not. Freak.”

[kelliealtogether]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish Characters: Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish, Barrington Whelk, Noah Czerny, Blue Sargent, Richard Gansey III Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Friends to Lovers, Working Together On A Mystery to Lovers, Pining, Ronan Lynch Loves Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch Loves Adam Parrish's Hands, Murder Mystery, Ghost story, Low Conflict, Low Drama, Just Chill

Excerpt:

It was such an unexpected breathy and almost soundless laugh that, initially, Ronan thought he hadn’t heard it. Up until then, Noah had been so dour it was contagious, creeping across the center console to infect Ronan the same way Noah’s chill did whenever he was in the car. But then Noah laughed again, and when Ronan glanced at him, the Noah in the passenger seat was definitely closer to what the living version of him must have been like. He still had the shadow on his cheek, marking the blow that likely killed him, but the rest of Noah–

Ronan reached over, expecting to find flesh and bone, but his hand sank right through Noah’s arm and, starting from his fingertips, ice crystallized through his veins until he jerked his hand back.

“Hey,” Noah complained, frowning at Ronan’s hand and looking a little less substantial. “That’s–That’s not cool. I don’t touch–try to touch you.”

[Chapter Five]

[Take if from the top.]

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Friends to Lovers, Working Together On A Mystery to Lovers, Pining, Ronan Lynch Loves Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch Loves Adam Parrish's Hands, Murder Mystery, Ghost Story Summary:

Without any other plans for his life, Ronan Lynch turns to driving for Lyft to occupy time in an otherwise stagnant existence in rural western Virginia. He taxis drunks home from the local bars when they've had a little too much. He picks up people from the side of the road when their cars break down on the highway. And, between rides, he hangs out at Fox Way Diner to spend time with Adam Parrish, a waiter with boyish, elegant hands.

Most nights, it's a boring gig.

Until the night Ronan picks up a ghost.

Inspired by this post.

[Chapter One]

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Friends to Lovers, Working Together On A Mystery to Lovers, Pining, Ronan Lynch Loves Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch Loves Adam Parrish's Hands, Murder Mystery, ghost story, Low Conflict, Low drama, just chill Excerpt:

So Noah had unfinished business or whatever stopped a soul from going to heaven, resting peacefully, or passing over, depending on your flavor of belief, and unless Ronan wanted to keep seeing his ghost around town and giving him free rides, Noah's business needed to get finished.

Ronan figured he was probably in a better position to help with that than any damn Sheriff's deputy. And as Adam pointed out, he wasn't doing anything else with his time.

“Jesus shit. Fine. I’ll look into it," he finally ceded. It was enough to get Adam's attention, and when he glanced over at Ronan, Ronan added, "If you help me.”

[Chapter Three]

[The top.]

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Last Line Tag Game

Thank you, @jackwolfes for the tag! 🥰

This is again from the fic with a working title of Ghost Taxi:

The way Adam leaned on his hands, his collarbones jutted out a little from the collar of his well-worn Eagles t-shirt, and Ronan’s eyes dropped to them before dropping to the jut of Adam’s thumbs where they gripped the counter.

Tagging @werewolffeelings, @iammistressofmyfate, @mychemicalrachel, and @cheeeryos. 💕

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This one still has the working title Ghost Taxi, but now it has a plot 😌:

“What’s got a bee in your bonnet? Or however you say it.” 

Ronan looked up from rattling a spoon around his empty coffee cup as Adam stopped in front of him on the opposite side of the counter. For once, Fox Way Diner had customers other than Ronan, a couple who came in and took a seat in a corner booth when Ronan was halfway through his slice of salted honey pie, the diner’s Wednesday special. They were needy, the couple, constantly flagging Adam down for more napkins, new silverware, refills on their sodas, and from the tic in Adam’s jaw, Ronan knew the couple was testing Adam’s patience. From personal experience, he knew Adam’s patience was close to limitless, at least, it seemed, where Ronan was concerned. Adam had worked at the diner for as long as Ronan had been using it as a base between passengers and Ronan had tested Adam’s patience plenty, but he’d never made Adam’s jaw tic. 

“I don’t have a bee in my bonnet,” Ronan snapped, still shaking his wrist and spoon, metal clinking against ceramic until the sound magically stopped when Adam plucked the spoon away with nimble fingers.

“Sure you don’t,” Adam said, tossing the utensil into the bin of dirty dishes behind the counter. “Because you usually make a racket when you’re in here. So what is it, Lynch?”