#ghost fahc

[shadeofazmeinya]

1 and 6 for the song asks please! :D

1. Song that makes me happy

Critical Hit by Ghost Mice. It’s a goofy song using DnD references to be optimistic. It’s got a good message and a nerdy way of phrasing it. I love it. One of the few songs thats stuck with me from my folk punk days haha

6. makes me feel like i could kill god

I had to look back through my old FAHC playlist but I think Warriors from Image Dragons is pretty good. Honestly most Imagine Dragons songs are great for just feeling energized

[merethessc]

Little hc for fahc peeps

[treh-co]

FAHC Headcanons

So I feel like a good amount of my hcs are a lot different than other people’s??? And I’ve done a LOT of thinking abt them so! Here’s kind of like a masterlist of my general hcs! I’m just gonna go through this person-by-person.

(This got Kinda Long, so it’s under a read more. Sorry mobile users,)

Geoff

Obviously, he’s the one who started The Fakes. Basically, he went into the military after high school, came back and was like “Damn. Hated that” and then some old friends are like “Hey wanna do crime” and he was like “Fuck it”. That ended up being the beginning of The Roosters, which would grow to become the most powerful crime syndicate in Los Santos.

However, when they started shifting more towards managing the organizations they controlled, Geoff felt like he was missing the hands-on action. With the others’ blessing, he branched out to create his own gang under the syndicate, which would be the Fakes.

Geoff was the acting boss, supervisor, and manager of the Fakes for many years, while still juggling responsibilities with the Roosters. After a while, he felt the stress of it all begin to weigh on him, so he decided to pass some of it off. He made Trevor the acting supervisor of the crew’s regular business, while he handed management of behind-the-scenes matters to Lindsay. He’s still technically the boss, though, and any Big decisions go through him.

Jack

Jack actually met Geoff when they were in the military together. While he was a journalist, she was a pilot, and while she’d always been a sort of straight-laced, innocent kid growing up, she discovered that she actually loved flying. More than that, she loved the excitement of a chase or a gunfight. When she got back, she found herself bored.

That was around when Geoff called her up with an offer- one that not only allowed her to get back in the cockpit, but promised twice the action way more money than she ever got in the military. Of course, she said yes.

Jack’s main role in the crew is transport and evac. She can fly or drive anything, from a city bus to speedboat to a cargobob. Unofficially, she’s a sort of second-in-command for Geoff. He usually discusses any business stuff with her before making decisions. She’s also probably the most capable medic in the main crew, though she’s not an expert, and will pass off the responsibility if they have access to someone more formally trained.

Gavin

I imagine Gavin comes from a criminal family. Nothing exciting; standard white-collar stuff, embezzlement and fraud. They were substantially wealthy from their exploits and sent him to private school and all that, but Gavin found it all horribly boring. By the time he reached high school, he was experimenting with every type of low-level crime he could think of; theft and vandalism, all that shit.

Eventually, his habit of making enemies got him in over his head, and eventually he found himself in serious hot water. Out of options, he forged some papers and got a flight out of Britain. He’d far from learnt his lesson, though. He didn’t plan on cleaning up his act, and he decided to hide in plain sight, in the most crime-infested city America had to offer- Los Santos.

That was where he met Geoff. He was working odd jobs around the city, still new to America (and, though he’d never admit it, pretty lost and scared- he’s only sixteen). He gets hired by some asshole to take out Geoff, and he isn’t familiar enough with the scene to know better, so he goes for it. When Geoff has the knife out of his hands and a gun pointed at his head in less than two seconds, he’s pretty sure he’s fucked- but Geoff doesn’t shoot. Because fuck, how the hell is he supposed to take out this scrawny, terrified kid? So he talks to him instead, and when he finds out that Gavin has no loyalties to the guy that hired him and has a much broader skill set than Geoff would have expected, he decides to take him in.

As for my take on The Golden Boy- I personally don’t see Gavin as a hacker, and tbh I personally Cannot picture him suave enough to be some smooth-talking informant. In my mind, he’s sort of the crew’s everyman. He does a little bit of everything- stealth, dealing, hacking, fighting- he isn’t really an expert at any of it, but if you need something done, he probably knows enough to help. 

Michael

Michael was raised in New Jersey with his brothers. His life was fairly normal, to be honest. He got a gig as an electrician, and it sucked, but he was doing okay. And then his mom got sick, and things started falling apart. Long story short, he ended up turning to more unsavory ways to get the money she needed for her treatment. He found out that he was pretty good at making bombs, and even better at cracking skulls. 

Michael only ever dipped into those practices to help his mom, but once you go in, it’s pretty hard to get out. He was running with a gang in New Jersey for a long time, until one day, their leader sold them out to the cops. He and some friends ran away to Los Santos, but still got caught, and suddenly he was locked up in a LS prison.

It was in prison that he met this guy named Gavin. After bonding through some good old fashioned prison fighting and saving each other’s asses, Gavin told him that he’s part of a powerful gang that was planning on breaking him out. He said that he needed help with the prep work they  needed done on from the inside, and if Michael helped him, they’d break him out with Gavin. Against every instinct, Michael agreed, and they broke out together. After they got out, Geoff decided to offer Michael a job- partly because he was impressed with him, and partly because Gavin wouldn’t stop whining until he did.

Michael is great for a steady gun or a good fight on missions, but his expertise is in demolitions. He’s self-taught, but he’s one of the best in the business, and he has fun with what he does.

Lindsay

Lindsay has always thrived on chaos. This presented itself more innocently in her childhood, but once she reached her teen years, it quickly spiraled into something more dangerous. She was always looking for something more risky, more exciting. Speeding, then shoplifting, then vandalism; it was never enough.

That being said, it shouldn’t have been that big of a surprise when some friends easily talked her into her first burglary. From then on, it was an easy slide into the more serious world of crime. She was a gun for hire by twenty, had long left her well-meaning parents behind, travelling with no real goal and making both allies and enemies everywhere she went.

When she cropped up in Los Santos, trailing gunfire and spray-paint cat tags where she went, Geoff knew she was meant to be one of them. He hired her for some odd jobs at first, just to make sure; but just a few looks at her style proved his theory. He offered her permanent position and she took it on a whim.

True to her role, Lindsay is the crew’s wildcard. Sort of like Gavin, except her skills are more specifically in the “fuck shit up” range.

Jeremy

Born and raised in Boston, Jeremy had a not-so-great home life and started hanging with the wrong crowds from a young age. He grew up through fistfights and car wrecks, and by the time he was grown, he didn’t really know anything else. He was actually pretty close with his gang back home. They were the ones who taught him the importance of loyalty; how important it is to have people you can trust. Nothing good lasts forever, though. When another gang- much bigger, much stronger- started picking them off, their leader made the tough choice to disband. Despite communal reluctance, she got them all set up to go underground in different parts of the country. Jeremy was sent to Los Santos.

While there, Jeremy saved a boy he saw being jumped in an alley. The boy turned out to be a hacker and information dealer named Matt. Jeremy was homeless at the time, and Matt offered to let him stay at his place as thanks. Somehow, this quickly turned into them being roommates and friends, and then partners, when they decided it would be a good idea for Jeremy to tag along on Matt’s deals for protection.

While helping Matt, Jeremy made a name for himself in underground fighting rings, known by his half-joke moniker “Rimmy Tim”. One night, a non-regular sat in to watch the fight, and afterwards approached him with an offer. The stranger was one Geoff Ramsey, and the offer was for a job with the Fakes. Jeremy happened to know who the Fakes were- and be a big fan of their work. He was nervous, but he accepted the offer, and it only took a few weeks for them to essentially pull him in.

Jeremy is, in simple terms, the crew’s muscle. He drives, he shoots, and most importantly, he can fight. If anything needs doing that involves those three things, he’s good for it.

Matt

Matt grew up in a small, boring town with a small, boring family. He filled his boredom with the digital world. Eventually, he started diving deeper; learning how to code, and then how to program, and then how to hack. By the time he was seventeen, Matt was going by the alias of “Axial” on dark-web forums, dealing information and breaking into everything from private systems to locked-down, international servers.

After turning eighteen, Matt decided he was sick of his home town and used the money he’d gained from his illegal business to disappear and move somewhere more exciting- Los Santos. After a few months of living there, he met a boy named Jeremy, who saved him from a deal gone wrong. He liked Jeremy, and it seemed like Jeremy liked him; despite the suspicions they both probably should have had in their lines of work, they became fast friends and roommates, deciding to work together.

When Jeremy got hired by the Fakes, Matt was disappointed, but resigned to the fact that he would be back on his own. Until he was pulled away from his work one night to a knock at the door, and found the Vagabond there, ready to take him to the penthouse. Apparently, the crew had been in need of a hacker for a while; and a certain new member had put in quite the good word for him.

Matt is, obviously, the crew’s hacker. He doesn’t really go on the field too much; he’ll tag along if there’s a proximity requirement on his part, or if a bunch of people are unavailable and they really need a backup driver or something, but for the most part he operates from the penthouse. He’s usually on comms during the heists to give directions or help with security or recon in real-time.

Trevor [TW: Sex work mention]

Trevor grew up in a trailer park in Blaine County, raised by a single mom. She loved him, but was involved with all the wrong people. When an altercation with an ex-boyfriend ended up deadly, fourteen-year-old Trevor up and ran as fast as he could, and ended up in the streets of Los Santos. He got by with begging and soup kitchens at first, but he started picking up tricks, on his own or from others he watched. Pickpocketing, manipulation, shoplifting; whatever he could use to get a bit of an advantage, he took.

It was just a while after he turned eighteen that a man he met outside a bar proposed he enter a different “path” of business. Trevor was reluctant, but he was also desperate, and the man made a lot of promises. He ended up spending two years as a prostitute, until one night he’d had enough. He killed the man who’d been selling him and ran once again. 

Once again faced with life on the streets, he returned to what he knew he was good at- lying and stealing. He came up with the alias of Reached, and became a thief and informant by commission, fairly well-known. He became close associates- maybe even friends, if such a thing existed in Los Santos- with another duo, Rimmy Tim and Axial. One day, they gave him a call- saying their new employers needed someone with his skills on a job. To make a long story short, when the Fakes met Trevor, he was pretty much already a part of the team.

Trevor is a thief by trade. Stealth, deception, and stealing is what he does best. He’s a master lock picker and an expert at slight of hand, and is far too good at putting on an innocent face. 

Alfredo

Alfredo was raised by a big, loving family; but people are a product of their environment. A combination of wrong place, wrong time, and peer pressure had him messing around with local gangs far before he should have even seen a gun. But Alfredo always had a knack for precision, and he had the aim of a trained vet, and he was probably a little too busy being cocky to understand the risks he was taking.

Eventually, those risks caught up with him. He was in a lot of hot water and he knew his family was in danger. He couldn’t let them get hurt on his account, so he ran to protect them. He considered turning a new leaf when he got to Los Santos, but quickly realized that if that was the plan, he’d picked the wrong place to do it. It wasn’t long before he was dragged back into work as a gun for hire.

He was good- really good, and when some hot shot rolls into the city with a sniper and skills like that, it shakes things up, and word gets around. Word even gets to some of the most powerful men in the city- including Geoff Ramsey, who decides that if this kid is really as good as he’s heard, there’s no way he’s letting him get snatched up by anybody else first. His invite to Alfredo is more short-notice than it was with the others, but he and the crew click in about two seconds flat, so it really doesn’t take a lot of convincing.

Obviously, Alfredo is their sniper. He’s a hell of a shot with any gun, and can do fine with up-close combat when he needs to, but he’s at his best when he’s giving cover from a rooftop.

Fiona

Fiona comes from one of France’s most infamous criminal organizations. Her parents run the group, and she was raised, essentially, as the heir to the business. She’s been trained since she was a child to be the best at any skill she might need. An array of languages, hand to hand combat in five forms, dozens of weapons, from blades to melee to guns- most of all, she studied deception.

There was a small problem, though. Fiona appreciated everything her family did for her- but there was also no way in hell she was just going to drag on the family business. She wanted to make a name for herself, and she wanted more than the stuffy, starch-white world they were giving her. So she ran away to America. She spent a few years travelling, testing out different paths. At one point, she ended up in long-term employment with a gang. Except she ended up hating said gang, and she wanted out.

Luck happened to be on her side. One day, she was told that they’d kidnapped two people who happened to be members of a powerful crew called the Fakes. Fiona knew the second she laid eyes on the two- a strangely similar looking pair named Trevor and Alfredo- that they were her ticket out. She made a deal with them, that she’d let them escape if they took her with them and kept her safe, and the three of them had a wild adventure that lasted about a week, and ended in the three of them strolling into the penthouse, ragged and exhausted but looking like they’d just had the time of their lives, with Trevor and Alfredo proudly declaring that Fiona was now their newest member.

Fiona is a master of disguise. She’s good at a lot of things, but putting on an act is what really sets her apart. Give her a wig and a makeup kit and she can turn herself into a new person in five minutes flat- complete with an accent and everything. She’s the go-to when the crew need undercover jobs done.

[kingsyblr]

ok so before I get into the drawing details I should mention that this idea came completely from @dubuthecat (here's a link to their blog https://dubuthecat.tumblr.com/) I saw the original drawing of ghost rider Ryan(here's that link ;) https://dubuthecat.tumblr.com/post/189269700326/tiny-ghost-ridervagabond-because-im-stressed) 

aNyWAY if you do see this dubu (?) and you don't want me to keep this up or whatever just tell me :D  douBLE ANYWAy ghost rider Ryan is cool and really fun to draw pFFt I think I just wanted to draw fire lol  so the drawing to abOUT 4 hours-ish? give or take, drawn in fire alpaca and the character is @dubuthecat​ ‘s ghost Ryan design :D well.. i hope you like it dubu, if you see it at least HAh

[achievementtooth]

Ghosts from the Past

Summary: A sequel to Name Your Price.

Edgar has caught up to Ryan, and has put all of the Fake AH Crew in his sights. He's set his best team to getting to Ryan and destroying the Fakes, a team composed of Ryan's old friends. You can't always escape your past, no matter how hard you try. It has a way of catching up to you.

Rating: T

Chapter: 3 - Shark Wars

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[writingfromruins]

I nightmare and the biggest thing in it is darkness, not dark like absence of light but dark like oil slick all rainbow and no way out, choking and drowning and constantly reminding you that it can turn you into an inferno in its grasp and in the middle of it, you, not a bright but not the darkness either, grin like liquid mirror sliding off your face and dripping through the viscous air, grin and eyes and fingernails like liquid mirror all reflection and no form, the worst funhouse figure running like an egg yolk down your face and hands and you wait for me to come to you, over and and over you wait for me to come to you, over and over and i think this is the only dream i’ve ever had

This is a poem about ghosts

[cool-loser]

Fahc au collection update

So to make it easier for people to find all my fahc aus I made a collection so that it’s easier to find specifics

that said, I also write most of these at 3am so if I’m missing any send it to me and I’ll add it as I update this

Immortal Au Bits

These are the little stand-alone headcanons

Random Headcanons

Random Headcanons pt. 2

Betting buddies bit

Sniper Matt

Alfredo in school

Matt’s a Freak

Personal rant

Matt bit

Mechanic

Matt stop holding down the horn

Team Murder

Torture bit

The worst way to die

Friends in high places

Ryan’s hair

Meet Fiona

Story Driven Headcanons

These are more story driven but in the sense that there’s an underlying plot in them

The cough

First Death

Body counts

Glitches

Sick

Matt’s Sick

Alfredo finds out

Alfredo tells the team

Matt’s Cancer

Fahc Swap

These are like story bits, I also did fanart for it check out @cool-art-loser if you want to see them

Part 1 - how it starts/who’s who

Part 2 - Outfits

Part 3 - Planning

Part 4 - They fuck it up

Here’s any other head cannons I make

Yeah that’s pretty much it

Haunter

small boat au

King Midas au

[miss-ingno]

Ghost Story

Fandom: ragehappy Ship: Jeremwood, pre-Doolraywood Words: 1.8k Tags: Battle Buddies AU, immortal fahc

Summary: A sniper and a ghost walked into a bar. It sounded like a bad joke. Maybe I am the punchline, Ray mused. A sniper, a ghost, and an immortal walked into a bar.

Read here on Ao3. Inspired by this post.

A Thank You fic for @vagrantblvrd who is such an incredible sweetheart <3

A sniper and a ghost walked into a bar.

It sounded like a bad joke, but as Ray grabbed a red bull and a diet coke from the bar, the flickering shadow he could see from the corner of his eyes reminded him of the reality of his situation.

Maybe I am the punchline, Ray mused as he set the diet coke in front of the empty seat next to him. Last time he came here, Ryan threw a hissy fit when Ray wouldn’t get him anything to drink. He had yet to see his dead companion actually drink the coke, but it was easier to humour him than dealing with the headache of his complaints. He couldn’t even see him, per se - barely a blur, a distortion of air rippling in place as he moved. But he could hear him.

Like fucking hell could he hear him.

It all started with an assignment three months ago. Ray hadn’t given the job much thought - wasn’t sure what his employer got out of it. Didn’t care to be honest. Whether it was for revenge, or to get rid of a rival. As long as he was paid, Ray couldn’t care less for the personal details. The only thing of note was that his target was a mercenary, so he’d have to take additional precautions.

Not that it mattered. Ray was known as a silent assassin, a sniper who never got close to his targets. There was no reason for this to be different.

Except. Here he was, with the ghost of a dead man following him around. Haunting him, or whatever. Ryan, he learned, followed him from his death, curious who got the best of him. And then who hired a sniper to kill him. Ray saw no point in keeping secrets from a ghost - at least, once he was convinced Ryan was real.

So a sniper and a ghost walked into a bar. The sniper was looking for a new job, and fuck if he knew what Ryan’s deal was.

Ray looked up as the door fell shut, the jingling of bells covered by the noise of the crowd. A man walked in - broad-shouldered, bald and short, possibly even shorter than Ray. He barely would have spared him another glance, aside from admiring those arms in the fantastically tight shirt, if Ryan hadn’t straightened. No, that wasn’t quite the right word- solidified. The shadow turned denser, took on a more distinguishable shape, looking much closer to the man he’d killed.

“You know him?” Ray asked, hiding his mouth behind the glass of red bull.

“Maaaybe,” Ryan said, in a way that clearly meant yes. His voice echoed across the room, an ethereal reverberation that left his ears ringing.

Ray glanced over as the bald man leaned against the bar, exchanging words with the bartender. He ordered a beer and saluted the bartender with it, before turning to survey the room. His eyes zeroed in unnervingly quick on Ray.

Or… Ray cocked his head, eyeing the stranger closely. He wasn’t looking at Ray - he was staring at the empty seat next to him.

“Can he see you?” Ray asked under his breath, arching a brow as the man sauntered closer. The ghost rippled in the corner of his eyes, his… arms? moving around as if he was gesticulating wildly.

“Why would you think that?” Ryan returned evenly. Ray didn’t look at him, not wanting to give any indication he could see him. The man’s face remind blank, but his eyes flickered to follow Ryan’s gestures, and that was answer enough.

“Is he like you?”

Ryan snorted, a weirdly echoing sound.

“He’s not a ghost, obviously.”

But Ryan neither confirmed nor denied it. Curious. Did that mean Ryan wasn’t a ghost, either? He was certainly dead. Or, well. Undead.

The stranger seemed to be quite alive. Ray could see the pulse flickering at his throat, the beads of sweat gleaming on his head. There was a healthy flush to his cheeks, and he’d interacted with others at the bar. Ray wasn’t just imagining him, then.

So.

An immortal walked into a bar and sat down across from Ray. He sprawled in his chair, staring at Ray intently. Ray raised a questioning brow, taking a sip from his red bull.

“Hi there,” the man said, nodding his chin at the empty seat with Ryan’s coke. “You waiting for someone, buddy?”

“Not exactly,” Ray replied easily, evading the question. He gave the stranger a pointed look. “You looking for someone, shortstack?”

His eyes flickered almost involuntarily towards Ryan.

“Perhaps.” The stranger smiled guilelessly and leaned forward, holding out his hand across the table. “I’m Jeremy.”

“Ray.” He took the offered hand and squeezed shortly. “You here for a reason, or just chasing ghosts?”

Jeremy burst out into startled laughter.

“Funny,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Maybe I’m here for you, hot stuff.”

He let his gaze travel over Ray, who couldn’t help but flush a little at the attention. Luckily, it would be hard to see with the shadows of the bar and his tan skin… he hoped. Ray cleared his throat.

“Nice try, dude.” He tipped his head towards the empty chair between them and the diet coke resting abandoned in front of it. “You gonna keep beating around the bush or...?”

“Depends on what you know.” Jeremy grinned devilishly as he casually added, “Sweetcheeks.”

Ray blinked slowly, not letting on if the nickname affected him. Jeremy was a very attractive man. And under any other circumstances, he would be glad to take him up on the implied offer, but. There was a mystery to unravel. Whatever Ryan’s deal was, Jeremy was clearly involved somehow. And that made him dangerous.

“So are you like Ryan?” Ray tilted his head, watching Jeremy closely. “He wouldn’t actually say.”

Jeremy ignored his question, focussing on the last part of what he said. “You can actually hear him?”

“You can’t?” Ray returned evenly, mind scrambling at this new piece of information, because… “You can see him though.”

“Yes,” Jeremy admitted drily, flipping the shadow off. Ryan cackled eerily. “He’s been making rude gestures the entire time. So either you can’t see him or you have the world’s best poker face.”

Ray chanced a glance at Ryan, but the most he could make out was the shape of a man. “He’s kind of a blur to me. A distortion in the air,” he explained before side-eyeing Jeremy. “Since you arrived, he’s become… firmer. Less flimsy, more… real, I guess.”

“Interesting,” Jeremy muttered, and for once, made no secret of looking straight at Ryan. Then he started signing sharply with his hands. Ray’s eyebrows rose up into his hairline.

“You speak ASL?” he inquired curiously. Jeremy gave him a quick glance, before returning to… argue? with Ryan.

“Had to,” he replied casually, ending on a rude gesture. “To communicate with this fucker.”

Ray’s eyes narrowed. “Was he mute in life?”

“What?” Jeremy blinked, torn from his argument as he turned to look at Ray.

“Or deaf?” Ray added offhandedly, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “Why else would you need to communicate via sign language?”

Jeremy’s expression slipped and his eyes shuttered. Ryan, however, chuckled, in his eerie, ethereal way.

“Clever boy,” he whispered, causing a shiver to run down Ray’s spine. “I knew I liked you for a reason.”

“You don’t say,” Ray drawled, tilting his head to indicate he was talking to their dead companion. Then he cut Jeremy a look. “He wasn’t, was he? So this happened before.” He arched a brow in Ryan’s general direction. “If you can come back to life, why are you still a ghost?”

“That’s actually why I’m here,” Jeremy piped up, plopping his elbows on the table and leaning forward. “What the fuck, Ryan. You’ve been dead for months now.”

“That’s not-” Ryan started with a frustrated noise, hands flying into action. Ray glanced between him and Jeremy, whose frown darkened.

“What do you mean, he-” Jeremy asked sharply, fingers flowing into three distinct gestures. His eyes narrowed, and he turned towards Ray. “You killed him?”

“To my eternal regret,” Ray replied dryly, shrugging. “Or annoyance, or whatever. He’s been haunting me ever since.”

Jeremy gave him a long look, before quietly turning to Ryan, fingers stiff and furious as he signed at him. The shadowy blur shifted next to him.

“Because-” Ryan rippled and wavered. “No, but- Jeremy-” A frustrated groan, and then, “He’s interesting!”

“You know I can hear you, right?” Ray pointed out, arching a brow at the ghost. Ryan sputtered. Jeremy chuckled.

“I gotta admit, that is curious.” Jeremy cut him a sly glance. “You some kind of medium or something, buddy?”

Ray shrugged, emptying his can of red bull. “Dunno. This idiot’s my first ghost. Not-ghost.” Ray’s brow furrowed. “Whatever you guys are.”

“Immortal,” Jeremy supplied. At Ray’s incredulous look he shrugged. “Not in the can’t die sense, per se. Well. Kinda?” He lifted his right shoulder in a shrug. “We die, we float, we return to our bodies, we live. Usually.”

At that he glared at Ryan. Ray leaned back, processing that information.

“So you, what, respawn?” he inquired, scrunching up his nose. Jeremy glanced at him, nodded, then shrugged.

“Basically, yeah.”

“Fuck. Alright.” Ray dragged his hand over his hair. “I need another drink,” he muttered under his breath, lifting his nearly empty glass.

Jeremy pointedly looked at the lone diet coke sitting on the table. Ray rolled his eyes.

“He kept complaining.” Ray hooked a thumb over his shoulder in Ryan’s direction as he raised the glass to his lips.

“Aww, I’m sorry, buddy,” Jeremy addressed him, a smirk playing around his lips. “Guess they don’t serve spirits here.”

Ray snorted up red bull, slapping a hand over his nose. “Dude.”

Jeremy laughed and slid his chair back. “Another red bull, or something stronger?”

“Red bull’s fine,” Ray said, grimacing. “I don’t drink alcohol.”

“Alright,” Jeremy said easily, raising a brow at Ryan before he sauntered off to the bar, getting them both a refill.

“He likes you,” Ryan whispered right next to his ear. A shiver ran down his spine, but Ray ignored it.

“Sure he does,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. The other patrons didn’t pay them any attention, and Ray supposed that’s why he usually did business here. Nobody cared as long as you didn’t bother them. Jeremy caught his eyes from the bar and winked. Ray rolled his eyes.

A sniper, a ghost, and an immortal walked into a bar.

And maybe that wasn’t as bad a set-up as he first assumed.

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[redvsvblue]

Of molten gold and ruined walls 

[howdoyoudothedew]

im kinda tired and want to write but have lost all energy to do so, so i’m gonna play a little wip game that i’ve seen around and maybe get some creative juices flowing

send me one of the below from my whumptober list (i’m adding the main prompt but all of them fill multiple prompts) and i’ll either say a fact about it or post a snippet

FAHC:  “This wasn't supposed to happen.”

Paperinik: Gun to Temple

Hatoful Boyfriend: Waking up Disoriented

ATLA: Caught in a Storm

Ghost Hunt: Cave In

Jackie Chan Adventures: “Are you here to break me out?”

Blood pact (Dove Bronzewing/Scarlet David from RWBY): “Take my coat.”

Leverage: Knees Buckling

Phineas and Ferb: “You're safe now.”

team CRDL from RWBY: Blood Covered Hands

Holo/Claire (from Spice and Wolf): Defiance

[asofterfahc-blog]

you’re up early. hello?

[somegrumpynerd]

Okay so BK’s fahc doll is done, I’m almost finished with Joe’s, and now I kinda wanna make a bunch of little crochet ghosts to throw in since they talked about wanting a ghost for the office and it’s almost halloween

[ursifors]

Jeremy has so many talents I feel like if you gave them all to rimmy tim you could write a multi-chapter fahc fanfic where every chapter somebody discovers one of their talents and falls in love with them about it

truly it's so wild if you write down on paper everything jeremy can do and accomplish. amazing artist, writer, makes music, is a comedian, was a gymnast, can host shows, and can also punch ghosts. like leave some talents for the rest of us dude.

[treh-co]

Wild how u all reject the pink Tron suit FAHC Gav instead of choosing to interpret it as neon tech gear FAHC Gav 

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Okay what about going to the pumpkin patch and carving them with Calum

I can do that. Reader Insert. No gender or race. 

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The air is crisp but not too cool as you sit out in the backyard. Your cup of tea is still steaming. Calum’s mug of coffee is creating small tufts of clouds as its own warmth escapes it into the cooler air. The beanie on Calum’s head is low and covers his forehead and ears as he stands, green bag in hand and tying it close. Duke trots up to the door that leads back inside. The thud of the garbage bin top hardly disrupts the call of the birds flying over head. 

“Halloween’s soon. Want to do something?” Calum asks after going inside to wash his hands and settling back down next to you. After the mugs are emptied, the two of you will take Duke for a walk and then the rest of the day will be all to yourself. 

You shrug. “Like should we throw a party?”

“Believe me when I say there are plenty of others that have that covered. But possibly a pumpkin carving? Just us? I dunno. Or a group if you want.”

“The patch in town’s probably got slim pickings now.”

“I know about one a little further out that Luke told me about. He and Sierra went to the one close by and said there wasn’t much left to it either.”

“I’d be down for a road trip,” you agree before taking another sip from your mug. The tea’s still warm enough that the moment it touches your tongue you recoil slightly. “Gagh!” you exclaim. 

Calum chuckles from next to you. “Patience, young grasshopper.” He digs in the tease by taking a pointed sip of coffee. 

“Curse your burnt nerve endings.”

Your walk with Duke is nice. Most of the neighborhood hasn’t waken up yet. It’s early and the sun’s hardly turned the sky a hazy pink to signal the start of the day. As Duke pulls a little on the leash, his nose dug brushing the base of a bush as if something is wrong, Calum makes a quip about being a better pumpkin carver than you. 

“That’s a lot of talk there,” you laugh, gazing up into the more normal sky. The sun’s climbed out more from the horizon, the sky it’s bright blue. “Put your money where your mouth is?” you asks. 

“You the betting type?”

“Against you, Hood? Any day of the week. But we need to find out who’s judging?”

“Poll on IG. Let the public decide,” Calum returns. 

“Fine by me.” The three of you soon start back up and then loop back around to the house. The scents are as new this time around as on the initial loop. Duke is content just to trot along. Back home, you shower and change. You find that it’s at least an hour and half drive so while Calum gets ready, you decide to put together a little basket with some snacks and something for lunch. 

“Having a picnic too?” Calum asks as he slips into his leather jacket, noticing the basket in your head. 

“Just some snacks. In case.”

He kisses the center of your forehead. “Snacks are always important.”

The two of you discuss what’s the best shape of pumpkin to get and what ideas you have. Though the conversation slowly fizzles out and the twinges of the guitars swell around you from the radio. Gazing out of the window you watch the buildings pass by you. It’s all stationary. All unmoving but somehow constantly moving forward too. And maybe that’s just you. Maybe that’s just you constantly moving forward and like from the window of the car it all seems to be moving with you. 

A hand settles into your knee and without thinking you wrap your fingers around Calum’s hand. His thumb brushes along the skin of your hands and it’s just comfort--that’s all you can describe it as as the world stays and you move and Calum rubs and your hand. 

Calum takes your hand as you walk into the patch itself. There are more pumpkins that you anticipated being left but you can still some haven’t weathered the test of time too well. Calum spies a pretty decent looking section and tugs on your hand before nodding in that direction. You follow behind him. Pausing him only once to show him the teeny tiny pumpkins. He laughs at the way you pout. 

“Go on. Grab one,” he encourages and you zip off to grab the most robust looking one of the tiny ones. It fits all too well in the grip of your curled palm and you finally come to the section Calum noticed. 

You turn over pumpkin, pressing inspecting them and trying to envision your design onto it. Calum goes off a little ways, not too far but he too is inspect his choices. You find one that’s tall enough to handle the idea you had for a little cartoon like ghost on the pumpkin and still have some width to it. Clutching your pumpkin close you set the tiny one on top and trot over to Calum, who’s crouched now, tracing over a pumpkin with his fingers. It looks like he’s spelling out something, but you can’t be sure.

“That’s a thinkin’ face if I ever seen one,” you tease. 

He looks up, the sun casting the perfect glow around you and the fly aways of your hair. “Yeah thinking of all the ways I can kick your ass carving this pumpkin.”

You scoff. “You don’t have a tiny one. Clearly, two pumpkins are better than one.”

He laughs. “Clearly.”

“Can we stop by a craft store too? I don’t think we have paints at the house and I have an idea that involves painting the tiny one.”

“Yeah, we can make a stop.” Calum places the pumpkin back onto it’s bottom and searches around for another moment. He spies another one that he thinks might be wide enough for his plan. He stands with a small grunt and throws a pointed finger up at you. “Not a peep.”

You roll your lips together to keep the snicker at bay and trot behind him as he carries on and squats yet again at another potential canvas of the squash variety. He traces again with his finger and you watch out over the patch to take in the sounds of some children and possibly teens laughing. Their smiles are big as they survey their pumpkin pickings. 

“Alright, you all set?”

“Been set,” you return still watching the young group pick up pumpkins to each the group. 

After paying for your pumpkins you set them into the trunk and Calum pulls out the basket. There are some benches right on the edge of the makeshift public lot and Calum suggest a small reprieve to munch on the snacks you packed. Though the food break is short, you enjoy taking the moment just to sneak jelly onto the tip of Calum’s nose. 

“Hey!” he calls out with a laugh. He scrunches his nose and face up when you stretch across and lick it off. “You’re disgusting.”

“And you taste like grape jelly.”

Back home, with pumpkin carving sets and paints spread out on the table in the backyard, and old newspapers from the local gas station covering the table, the two of you set out to cut open, deseed, and carve your pumpkins. You sit across from Calum and can only see the way his tongue peeks out from his lips as he takes the sharpie carefully over the ridges and bumps of the pumpkin. 

You cut open and pulled out the seeds to the big one but switched to painting your tiny pumpkin first so it could try while you wrestled with your actual carving. The little witches hat is perfect on the tiny one and you set it off the side before exhaling and turning to you big on. 

“Scared now? Got you shakin’ in your boots, I reckon. Going up against a professional.” Calum grins, driving the tiny saw into the rind. His sleeves that he previously rolled up are starting to slip. 

“You wish. I’m exhaling because I know you want to, but you’re too scared to show that I’m getting into your head.”

Calum pauses, eyebrow raised but you’ve turned attention back to your carving. And it’s true. You are in his head. But not the way you think and the shakes come back. They first started in the pumpkin patch. He was going to stick with you until you picked yours but he needed a moment to breathe. His plan would work. It would all work out. You two had been dating for three years at this point. You had moved in with him. You two had worked out so that you’d spend Christmas one year with your family and the other with his--but you always made sure on the years that you spent Christmas with your family, that you spend News Years with Joy and David in Australia. 

You coming home for the holidays, or Calum coming home with you weren’t even a point of discussion--in that it was a big deal. Everyone’s family just knew. Where one of you was, the other wouldn’t be far behind. And it all just fucking worked out. So this would too. 

You giggle to yourself, setting the tiny pumpkin into the tiny whole you made so that the hat lines up perfectly onto of your cartoon ghost who’s smiling and there’s a tiny speech bubble with “Trick or treat.” It’s such a silly design but you’re so proud of it, even if your finger are covered in black paint and smell like pumpkin guts. 

“Totally kicking your ass, Hood.”

He scoffs. “I doubt it.” He looks at his pumpkin. He couldn’t go with the full design--he needed two pumpkins he realized when he got the patch. He couldn’t get two big ones it would be too suspicious. But the tiny ring he might’ve butchered attempting to carve it with his lack of art skills but it’s not terrible. The question is still legible and that’s the most important. 

You put in a tiny tea light and watch the ghost flicker and hand one over to Calum too. “Done?”

“Not quite.”

“Okay. I’m just going to start cleaning up a little bit.” The newspaper holding the pumpkin guts is thankfully layered a few times so it doesn’t make a huge mess as you walk over to the garbage can. You take the hose to try and get the paint off but you efforts will work best with soap and water.  

As you settle back down at your side of the table you take a picture of it and watch the way Calum fidgets across from you. “You okay? What’s going on?”

Calum really is a do-or-die situation. He’s already got the pumpkin carved. He just needs to ask. “Not-nothing. It’s okay. I’m done now.” He looks up to you with a tiny smile. It wavers for a second but he continues on before you can ask again. “Reveal on the count of three.”

“Yeah. One.”

“Two.”

“Three,” you two say together and spin the pumpkins around. You hear Duke’s small bark and check for a second but he’s off in the corner tussling with one of his toys and your turn your attention back to the task at hand. 

As you turn back around there’s tiny ring box sitting next to Calum’s pumpkin. Open to a gold band. It’s ornate but still simple without being overly decorated with gems. Marry me? is carved into the pumpkin. You gasps looking up to find Calum and he’s hand settles onto your knees, bringing your attention to your side. The tears blur his face for just a moment. 

“I know you hate too much attention and even the thought of asking this in some stuffy overpriced restaurant wasn’t ideal for me either. But we’ve had a really great three years. And I love you. I don’t know how else to say it is. I want as many years with you as you’ll give me. So, will you marry me?”

You nod before your teeth, tongue and lips and push out the word, “Yes.” Once you can speak, you chant yes over and over even as Calum slips the ring onto your ring and you slip down out of your chair to burrow your face into his chest. “Oh my god, yes. I’d be so honored to marry you,” you exhale bringing your head up to gaze at him. “So, so honored.”

The kiss is soft and short and you both giggle into you. “My ghost pumpkin seems so stupid now.” 

“Your witch ghost is so cute. And thank you. For allowing me into your life.”

[achievementtooth]

Ghosts from the Past

Summary: A sequel to Name Your Price.

Edgar has caught up to Ryan, and has put all of the Fake AH Crew in his sights. He's set his best team to getting to Ryan and destroying the Fakes, a team composed of Ryan's old friends. You can't always escape your past, no matter how hard you try. It has a way of catching up to you.

Rating: T

Chapter: 2 - Special Broadcast

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