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Assigning (some) BBC Ghosts characters songs with no explanation (Based on my playlist), to feed my hyperfixation.

Captain: War of Hearts-Ruelle, Little Miss Perfect-Taylor Louderman, Let me Down Slowly-Alec Benjamin

Allison: Vampire-Olivia Rodrigo

Fanny: Labour- Paris Paloma, Nymphology-Melanie Martinez, Family Jewels-Marina and The Diamonds

Thomas: Average-Sushi Soucy, The Knife in my Back-Alec Benjamin, Cry Baby-Melanie Martinez, The Lakes-Taylor Swift

Kitty: Candy-Robbie Williams, The Family Jewels-Marina and The Diamonds

One of my biggest questions about ghosts is the rules around their memories, cause the ghosts seem to remember thing that they probably shouldn’t, like Humphrey remembers what shoes Thomas’s cousin wear and that he was writing 2 letters and Robin remembers a lot of details about his death day even though it happened thousands of years ago. Robins memories could be explained by the fact that it was the day he died and that’s a significant thing but for Humphrey Thomas’s death was just another day, he probably didn’t even find out Thomas was a ghost for a day or 2. So did the ghosts get unnatural memories after death? And if so then Robin remembers almost everything he’s witnessed in his thousands of year of existence, having that many memories must be exhausting but that opposite is even worse, slowly forgetting everything about your life but still just being their gaining new memories as the old ones fade away

happy pride month to my favourite lesbian Fanny Button :3

My hair for theater makes me look like Lady B, kinda feel like falling outta a window rn tbh

The fact that theres a new bbc ghosts, sex education and good omens season all coming out 😌🥵 british tv leveling up

Ghosts taking care of you when you have a cold

platonic Ghosts x alive!reader

Requested by anon: Hello! How are you? Please could I get a general ghosts x reader where she feels horrid, loke a cold (I feel like shit) and the ghosts just bug Alison to get stuff for you (even Fanny and Julian are concerned) ❤

Hello! Sorry for the delay, I hope you feel better soon, dear anon! Hope you like it ♥

Another pit of coughing made your lungs and throat hurt. You took a tissue to clean your nose and a hoarse whine of pain escaped you. You felt like shit, not only from the sudden cold, but also because it ruined your plans to hang out with your dear friends Alison and Mike. Just after you arrived at the Button’s house and Alison invited you to the kitchen, you felt a chill run down your spine. She told you it’s because of the ‘ghosts’ and you both laughed at that (although you’ve noticed her strange look somewhere behind your back).

But now all your reassurance about ‘just being tired’ crumbled like a house of cards. You were lying in Alison’s guest room bed and with a fever and a terrible cough. Even though you were left alone for a few hours, as Alison went to deal with some things about their business and Mike went to the nearest shop for medications, you never felt truly alone. Maybe there were ghosts, after all? No, you’re just starting to lose your mind. Ghosts are not real.

With those thoughts tiredness finally overpowered you and you fell asleep. not having a clue about all of the long-dead members of the house fussing around you.

***

“Poor thing...” mumbled Pat, looking with pity at your small form, curled into the fetal position under the thick blanket.

“We need to call Alison, this is irresponsible to leave this poor child to suffer like this alone!”

Discordant choir of voices agreed with Lady Button’s suggestion.

Julian and Robb went to the phone and all of the others followed the two discussing all of the things you needed to feel better.

***

When you woke up you still felt terrible and your throat felt dry and your head was pounding. You checked your phone, it was well past 10 pm. You sighed and reached out a hand to pull down the blanket, but the door to your room opened swiftly. You jumped a little, startled. The bright light from the corridor blinded you and you hoarse an uncertain “Alison?”

When a pair of cool hands cupped your face you let out a sigh.

“Yes, love, it’s me. You have a fever, you need to lay down. How do you feel?”

“Like shit…”

She chuckled. “Yeah, figured.”

Finally your vision focused on her concerned face. Her eyes flickered to the end of your bed and she nodded.

“Yeah, listen, you need to eat something. How about chicken soup? And a tea, hmm?”

***

“Chicken soup will do nothing, Alison, don’t be ridiculous. You need to rubdown their body with vodka and ground pepper. I remember Mayor Jameson, who had quite a strong pair of hands by the way, was fighting…”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Hon, you need to eat something to gather your strength.”

“Do they look like they’re fighting hypothermia?” Julian scoffed. “If we’re talking about vodka it’s better be taking inside of the body, not wasted on some stupid…”

You thought about it for a moment, not noticing your friend’s face. If you weren’t sick, you would see her gaze flickering from one spot of the room to another.

“Yeah, okay.”

She smiled at you. “Great then! You just lay here, I will be back in a few minutes with tea and pills, and then Mike will bring you soup.”

You nodded and sent her a grateful but tired smile.

“You’re an angel, Ali.”

She waved her hand dismissively.

“Please. Rest, love.”

When she was about to step out of the room you heard her whispering “No, I won’t perform an exorsism on them, Mary, what even…” and she closed the door.

You were so confused that even your headache felt less painful for a moment.

“What the hell?” You mumbled to yourself, but were cut off by another pit of cough.

***

Meanwhile in the kitchen there was chaos. All of the ghosts bombarded poor Alison with suggestions of their time and preference on how to fight your sickness.

“I’m telling you, vodka is the best option. They will be on their feet in an instance.” — Captain.

“Yeah, or will die of intoxication, genius. I’m telling you it’s...” — Julian.

“Cake! Ohh I would love to eat a cake, papa would give me a big slice when I was ill.” — Kitty.

“You all wrong, they need meat.” — Robin.

“Why don’t you even consider the idea of poetry? The power of a good poem is one of the best medicines in the world, it heals the very soul…” — Thomas.

“Or maybe give them real medicine?” — Pat.

Silens. Alison sighed, feeling a headache creeping slowly. On the other hand, she was grateful that Y/n didn’t hear them all, it definitely would not help them.

“Guys, thank you all for your suggestions, but I stick with Pat. But you can watch over them and tell me about their current condition.”

After a few days you were feeling much better and started to pack your things to finally go home. You were grateful for Alison’s care, even though at some point you started to suspect she had some sort of supernatural abilities. When you ran out of tissues, she was there within a minute. When your throat felt dry, not 5 minutes later she’d brought you water. But you didn’t question it much, she did more than you could ask.

And Alison didn’t know how to tell you that there were a bunch of very caring and concerned ghosts that were looking after you the whole time. Maybe one day you’ll know, but for now it’s best to keep it secret. At least until you’ll feel better.

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Alison introducing you to the ghosts.

Of course when Alison told you she could see ghosts you were sure that your friend was a… to put it lightly, out of her freaking mind. But Ghosts of the Button House proved they were as real as you by pushing the cup off the table right in front of you.

A few days later you were ready to meet them, well, as much as it was possible in these circumstances. So now you were standing in Alison and Mike’s bedroom looking at the photographs and portraits of long dead people.

“And this is Pat, he was a scout leader, as you can see.” Alison introduced you to another photo. It was a picture of a chubby man in mustard-colored shirt and breeches. He had a mustache and a bright smile on his face.

“Aww he is adorable!” You cooed and smiled softly. You looked up at Alison and noticed that she was looking somewhere to her right.

She suddenly let out a humorous chuckle, rolling her eyes a little and said to someone invisible “Kitty, I don’t have a picture of you yet, so I don’t know what they think of you. When I find one, I’ll show you to Y/n, promise.”

You were frightened. Especially after all the comments you so fearlessly said about each ghost. “They’re…” you hoarse, throat suddenly dry and eyes wide. “They’re here? They can hear me?” You felt your face burn with embarrassment. Alison laughed heartily. “Oh, yeah, they can. By the way Captain and Pat thank you for the compliments." She paused for a moment and added" Oh, and Lady Button as well, she says you have beautiful eyes as well, my dear."

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