Request: Ooooo, Benzo tells Vander “If you don’t make a move on Reader, I will.” Vander can’t tell if he is bluffing or not lol. + I love the idea of the kids picking on Vander cuz he has a crush on reader. Maybe even does the “Why are you acting weird?” While reader is at the bar. “Oooooooo Vander likes her.” Ugh so cute.
Requested by: Anon, and Anon
Summary: One slowburn fic, mostly detailing the actions of Vander’s family upon discovering he has fallen for you.
Warnings: None, I don’t think
Words: 10.4K
Notes: This is the longest thing I have ever written. It’s somewhat a slowburn. Enjoy. My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!
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Like most days during the week, business at The Last Drop had been somewhat slow – steady but slow. It had been enough to bring in profit to pay the bills and clear the ledgers, but it hadn’t been enough to keep Vander’s mind occupied. His mind kept wandering away from the tasks had been provided with by his patrons, and to you. A mysterious new face that had started appearing more and more frequently amongst the faces of more regular patrons, not that he would complain about that. You were a nice sight – especially when he was having a rough evening. In some ways, you calmed him – your mere sight alone just made him… Relax. He wasn’t entirely sure how to explain the effect, or the warmth that spread through his chest when you came up to order drinks, the smile that started to occupy his face more and more as your number of interactions increased. You had been coming for something near three weeks now, almost every other day. Vander knew that your primary reason for visiting the establishment was for drinks, business or both, like everybody else, but part of him wanted to believe that it was for him, too, for his brief amount of company. Though the rational side of him tried to dismiss this – there was little point in trying to give hope to someone like him, when there was none. There was no need to disturb the status quo, or to change things from the way they were. Though, Vander supposed, in some senses, he was lonely. Of course he had his four children, and they could indeed keep him company through long and restless nights, by distracting one another by talk of imaginary chases or dreams – but as much as Vander adored spending time with his children, there were other areas of his life that had sat long neglected, almost forgotten. Parts that, he vaguely hoped, you would be able to help him tend to – if he were able to strike up any kind of conversation with you.
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To all new Ghost fans
Because I feel like a dad.
It's perfectly fine if you got into Ghost because of TikTok.
It's perfectly fine if your favorite song is Mary on a Cross.
It's perfectly fine if you can't tell Ghouls apart.
It's perfectly fine if you can't tell Papas apart.
It's perfectly fine if you're a bit lost and confused about the lore. We all are.
It's perfectly fine not to know everyone's identities.
It's perfectly fine if you don't want to know everyone's identities.
It's perfectly fine if you can't get/afford any merch.
It's perfectly fine if you can't afford to go to a ritual.
It's perfectly fine if you don't want to go to a ritual.
It's perfectly fine to interact with other Ghesties. Don't be scared of us. The majority of us are chill.
It's perfectly fine to ask for song recommendations.
It's perfectly fine to have your own theories and headcanons, as weird and unhinged as they might be. It's Ghost. They do weird shit, too.
It's perfectly fine to discover new artists through Ghost.
It's perfectly fine to be confused about things. Everyone is.
Ghost is supposed to be fun. So have fun, damn it.
- Jez
You wanna join him? Yknow what, I’ll even set it up so it’s live AND in person.
…
It is very awkward to run into you here.
Hello.
😐
…
Don’t tell on me.
-Vent Shadow
Things that are better than sex:
1. when a masked character does the head tilt thingy
he's just a little guy
The Boy Wonder (2024) #2 by Juni Ba
Pairing: Poly 141 x Reaper! Forensics Pathologist! Female reader
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Note: Only the reader's hair colour is defined. Everything else is up to you. Also the third image is what I image you wearing in this fic.
“Confused is all. As to why you of all people are at my doorstep. Don’t you pups know what death looks like? Or do you prefer to experience it yourself?” you raised an eyebrow at their interference. Your long black onyx nails tapping the back of your clipboard.
A reaper right in front of their face. Disguised as a Forensics Pathologist, a mortician, a keeper of the dead.
John Price, the stern-faced leader of Task Force 141, took a step back, eyeing the woman with a mix of wariness and curiosity. “We've seen plenty of it,” he replied, his British accent thick and commanding. “But we're not here for a lecture on mortality, Doc.”
“Pity. You look like you need one. Several. Of. Them. Perhaps then you will promptly understand how important my work is.”
Your hair looked like molten lava, the layers of charcoal, auburn, and copper framing your sharp face, which was devoid of any make-up except for the crimson lipstick that stood out against the starkness of your teeth.
“Do you think you scare me scotsman? I know more about life than you lived in a year.”
Your eyes bore into Soap, holding his gaze as if challenging him to dare.
“Shoot me foolish man, go on, do it, see what kind of 'damage' you won't be able to do.”
Because no one can kill death. And they will all come to her eventually.
Death is the end of everything.
Divider Credit: @cafekitsune
And the fact that soap was exactly like this, building a relationship with ghost but it’s all gone now that he’s dead :(((
BUT LETS PRETEND AND IMAGINE HES ALIVE
YEAH!! :D
So….when do I get this?
my man my man my man