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roanofarcc · 1 year ago

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pairing. ghost-bride!reader x trevor lefkowitz

summary. requested. Out of all the mysteries that lived within the walls of the Woodstone Mansion, Trevor was only curious about the mystery of you and the veil that constantly covered your face.

warnings. fem!reader, mentions of death, dead!reader, bodily injuries, talk of insecurities, murder, hurt/comfort

word count. 2.8k || masterlist

a/n. this came out a bit angstier than intended lol but don’t worry there is comfort too! also…maybe I write a part two to this?? feel free to request for all of the ghosts; I love this show so much <3

It often felt like you were on the outside of things, peering in but rarely interacting. The ghosts that shared their purgatory with you in Woodstone had tried and still sometimes did to include you in their TV-watching nights and other ghostly shenanigans. They tried to be kind, but deep down you knew the mystery that shrouded your presence unnerved them. You were the one death none of the already established ghosts had witnessed nor had they seen it coming. One day you simply were one of them, hidden behind a veil and forever stuck in your wedding dress that was ruined with deep crimson smudges.

Only Hetty, Thorfinn, and Sasappis had seen you hours before you met your fate on your wedding day. They saw your features illuminated with a blissful wedding glow. The next thing they knew, chaos had erupted throughout the mansion and you, bloodied and veiled, could see them. What had happened, they only caught pieces from wedding guests as they fled the mansion without any kind of celebration. A groom who flew off the handle and a poor almost-wife caught in the crossfire.

The three of them held more sympathy and kept the secret of your death, what little details they knew. But they had established their own friendships amongst each other and the new ghosts that later joined their strange collection. You could never find it in yourself to truly be a part of their tightly-knit circle. You floated about the house, not quite as estranged as the basement ghosts, but with an uneasy air of mystery that made it difficult for the core group of ghosts to befriend you genuinely. They were never unkind to you, but your presence seemed to unnerve them, sometimes. All you were was a sheet of off-white, faceless, and gory bride.

Your husband, the man you once swore had loved you more than life itself, had covered your face with your veil after he killed you. For a while, you wanted to believe the gesture was one of love but the more you sat in it, you knew it was one of self-preservation. He didn’t want to look at what he did to you, and you thought why would anyone else? You hadn’t even seen what you looked like, but you could feel the deep grooves of your injuries across your face. When you brushed your fingers along your cheeks and down across your chin, you were back at what was supposed to be your wedding night, lying on the ground as the man you once loved saw nothing but red. When he was done ruining the delicate skin along your face with something sharp you hadn’t even seen coming, he placed your veil back down where it had remained since.

Your blood was visible to anyone who looked at you, but your face was obstructed by the ivory, pink, and red veil. It was for the best, you believed. The ghosts and Sam already saw you as some peculiar horror movie figure that lingered in door frames and only spoke from time to time; your sudden input made them jump like they had forgotten you’d been there but you were quite hard to miss. Maybe they blocked you out, pretended they were ghosts haunted by some poor little bride in a costume people now bought in stores and wore on Halloween.

Well, that wasn’t the whole truth, necessarily. Not all of the ghosts tip-toed around you. There was one person in the mansion who seemed to be the opposite of turned off by your quiet and awfully haunting nature.

“Knock knock.”

“It’s not a courtesy knock if you’re already sticking your head inside the room, Trevor,” you said, followed by a gentle sigh.

Trevor was a stark contrast to the other ghosts, while they tried to be your friend but ended up tip-toeing too much around you, he seemed to not be put off by you in the slightest; it was odd and you weren’t sure how welcome it was. You didn’t know how to feel about his flirtatious comments or friendly attitude. Since your fiance, you didn’t have the best feelings toward men in general. You never knew what they were really thinking. One moment, they’re ready to walk down the aisle for you, and the next, they’re the reason you’re a ghost. It wasn’t like you could die again, but there were a million ways to hurt someone, even when you both were dead, which was another reason you didn’t cross the distance between you and the other ghosts.

With a shrug, he stepped fully inside your room with a smile on his lips. “Hard to be courteous as a ghost.”

“I don’t think you try too hard,” you replied, curled into your chair beside the window. You sat with your knees pulled up to your chest, the skirt of your dress spilling out along the ground. Trevor helped himself to the chair beside yours, making himself comfortable. “Is there something I can help you with?”

He shook his head. “There’s only so much of Thorfinn’s ‘cod-talk’ that I can handle. So, I figured I’d pay you a visit. You didn’t come to our morning TV time. Sam showed us another reality show called ‘Jersy Shore.’”

“I don’t think I’m the most welcome to TV time.” They invited you, sure, but deep down you knew they only did it as a formality. You often felt like you were butting in.

Trevor looked at you like you had grown another head; his brows furrowed and a little crease formed across his forehead. “What? Of course you are. You live you too, you know?” He scooted to the end of the chair that was angled toward yours and leaned forward. “And I like having you there.”

You looked at him, head tilted slightly. He couldn’t see your face nor the expression you made underneath your veil but he heard the scoff leave your lips. “You don’t have to say that, you know? You don’t have to pretend like you…” you trailed off, unsure of the right word. You don’t quite know what he was pretending to do. To like you. To see you as a friend when he hardly knew anything about you. Your presence unsettled those inside the house. The air of mystery around you wasn’t inviting but rather cold and confusing. You had made yourself that way, with the help of your fiance who had lost his mind on what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life.

“Like I what? Like you? Because I’m not pretending,” he said, his voice so matter of fact it was hard to believe he was lying, but you knew he had to be. Trevor hung around you, talked to you like a friend, but you couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t real. How could it be?

“Stop,” you signed, hanging your head and dropping your legs back down to the ground. The taste of blood forever stuck on your tongue made you wince. “Look at me.” You weren’t something lovely anymore. And sure, the other ghosts all had something that signified their death forever stuck on them, but it was bigger than a simple appearance. You had loved someone so much and they hurt you so terribly that even in the afterlife the thought of showing your face, your wounds and blood and bridal makeup made you feel ill. Because if someone you loved had looked at you before that, someone who knew you so intimately, and still hurt you, how was anyone supposed to look at you now and feel any semblance of love or even like? What if someone looked at you again, face ruined, and decided to hurt you just as your fiance did?

“I’m trying,” Trevor said. “But it’s a little hard to see you.”

A pang, hot and deep, ricocheted through your chest as you stood up. “That’s the point.”

You weren’t sure if you wanted to cry or scream, perhaps a bit of both but you had resorted to silence considering you weren’t alone. You didn’t want to make more of a scene than you already did with your presence that felt too large and uncomfortable.

“Do you want me to get rid of them?” Sam asked, her voice laced with concern and a gentleness that was a bit lost on you. She and Jay had been cleaning out some old boxes they had found shoved into a closet. In one of them lived a couple of framed photographs of you and your fiance when you were dating. They were a little worn and so old you were surprised they held up after all that time.

You looked too happy in the photos, smiling widely in his arms. There was another taken shortly after your engagement. Your family had brought them to Woodstone to decorate with for your wedding and after the events of that night, they must’ve forgotten them. Somehow they got shoved into a box and remained inside the home ever since. A part of you felt like it was a sweet sentiment, cementing your presence inside the mansion but another part felt like it was some kind of sick joke.

“Oh, so that’s what you look like,” Flower said, peering over Sam’s shoulder. There was no malice in her voice, only the usual airiness, but it carried an unknown weight to her and everyone else.

You felt sick as you stared at the smiling face of the man you almost married. He looked happy too. The two of you together had once been a charming sight. Your families and friends always told you how good the two of you looked together like you had been put on the Earth to find one another. But you no longer looked like the person staring back at you in the photograph, and the last image you had of the man you once loved looked nothing like he did in those photos.

Tears pricked your eyes as you shook your head at Flower’s words. “No anymore.” And never again.

Back inside your room, you paced, chewing on your fingernails. Something had a tight hold on your chest, squeezing your heart was no longer beating tightly. You were so caught up in your awful, crashing waves of nasty emotions that pulled you under, that you missed someone enter your room.

“Hey,” Trevor said, softly so as to not scare you but you jumped anyway and dropped your hand quickly as your veil fell back over your mouth. “Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were okay after that. Sam feels really bad about showing you the photos. She didn’t mean to make you upset she just-”

You cut him off with a wave of your hand. “I didn’t know they’d make me feel so awful,” you said, glad he couldn’t see the tears that trickled down your cheeks. “That’s not her fault. I…” you trailed off, falling onto the edge of your bed with your hands held tightly together in your lap.

Trevor sat beside you, leaving a space between you two. “The other dude in the photo. He was your fiance, right?” You nodded, solemnly. “And he was the one who…”

“Kill me? Yes.” The pieces weren’t impossible to put together. You were sure in Sam’s research about the house and the ghosts your story was among them. Maybe Hetty or Sass or Thor told the others what little they knew about your death. They had been off doing something else when you were murdered, but that wasn’t something that occurred silently. In the aftermath, the house was in chaos and your almost-husband was taken away red-handed.

“I’m sorry,” Trevor said.

“He wasn’t.” Your voice came out with a bite, but it wasn’t directed at Trevor. You bounced back and forth between sadness and anger, stewing it in decade after decade. You wanted it soothed but you feared you’d forever be the bitter bride roaming the halls of Woodstone. “He did more than just kill me that day. It was like he knew I’d become a ghost, stuck here forever in this stupid dress, and my face-” You stopped yourself, ghosting your hand against the fabric of your veil. “He ruined me. Both in life and death.”

Carefully, Trevor reached out and grasped your hand. His hand was cold, but as he squeezed yours, you felt warmer. “Don’t let him,” he said, simply as if he knew anything about how you felt. You rolled your eyes; he couldn’t see it but he sensed it in the stiffening of your shoulders and the slack of your hand in his. “He’s not here, you are. Yeah, he fucked up your life but��I don’t know, don’t you ever feel like us becoming ghosts is a weird second chance?”

“It doesn’t really feel like a second chance. It feels like I’m stuck.” Stuck in your dress, in your veil, in your wedding venue, in the sinking feeling that no matter what you do you’re doomed.

“But it can,” Trevor said, scooting closer to you. “It can feel like a second chance. No one here should be friends; no one here should know anything about each other but we do. That’s a second chance if I’ve heard of one.”

“And you don’t think it’ll end badly?” Because doesn’t everything good?

He smiled lightly. “I try not to think about how it’ll end, only how it’s goin’.”

You had once thought that way too. The inevitability of death or something coming to an end was one of the last things that used to occupy your mind. You lived in the moment, swept up in happiness and falling in love with every stranger you met. The ‘till death do we part’ promise your fiance made when he proposed had never weighed on you because you always thought you’d make it into your old age with him. Since you felt death, endings in your mind became bitter and you couldn’t help but believe they’d always be bad. Every end would be tragic in life and death.

“I don’t think I can do that anymore,” you admitted in a whisper, staring down at your intertwined hands in your lap.

“I could show you.” You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face but you were too scared to look at him and see how genuine he was. You heard it in his voice but seeing it on his face, you were afraid you’d cave. A small piece of you, the part of your heart still intact that wanted nothing more than to be in love again, wanted to cave so badly. The loneliness of your act of pushing everyone inside the home away despite their efforts was tiresome.

You blinked back a couple more tears and sighed. “That might take a while.” You didn’t know if you even had it in you to take back what your fiance stole.

“Good thing we have eternity, then.” You heard the smile in Trevor’s voice and caved, looking over at him looking right at you. He was close, closer than you were sure he had ever been. “Do you trust me?”

The first answer that sprung forward in your head was yes, despite everything, every twisted worry that had accumulated in your body, your instinct when he asked was to say yes. He’d never done anything to make you say no. Unlike your fiance, you never had a troublesome inkling in the pit of your stomach that he’d lose his temper one day or that you got on his nerves when they were already inflamed. No, Trevor stayed with a cheeky grin, a crude joke, a compliment here and there, and an air of trustworthiness that everyone in the house felt but never said aloud.

Swallowing thickly, still tasting the blood on your tongue you answered, “Yes.”

He let go of your hand and touched the end of the veil’s fabric, holding it between his fingers. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he said, quietly. You held your breath and stayed still, not moving a muscle as he slowly started to lift the veil, giving you plenty of time to tell him to stop. It wasn’t until the fabric was fully off of your face that the fear of him turning away in disgust or horror fell over you. He was looking at, looking at what your fiance had done in his successful murder attempt. While you had no idea what you truly looked like, you knew the placement of every cut and groove. You knew it was unsightly and you couldn’t blame Trevor if he pulled the veil right back down over your head, just as your fiance had done after the deed was done.

You waited in thick anticipation, fear encroaching on the corners of your mind. But, Trevor did nothing you feared he would.

His lips pulled upwards in a smile, bright and warm, as he held onto the sides of your face. “Hi,” he said, seeing you for the first time really.

“Hello,” you replied.

#cbs ghosts #trevor lefkowitz #trevor lefkowitz x reader #trevor lefkowitz x you #hurt/comfort #ghost!reader #hetty woodstone #alberta haynes #flower montero #pete martino #isaac higgintoot #thorfinn #sasappis #ghost fanfiction #cbs ghost fic

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ffcrazy15 · 1 year ago

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Y'know, I will say this, rewatching Ghosts just gets...more and more bittersweet the more I get brainrot over it.

And of all their deaths, I think in some ways Sasappis's death is the hardest, because he's just so young. You don't realize it at first ,because out of all the ghosts he's been around the longest after Thor, so he seems older and wiser and wittier than the others. But on a second watch-through you relaize...he's not mature, he's just jaded. He's been around longer than almost any of them, but other than Stephanie (who's rarely onscreen) he's the youngest of any of them too.

I mean, twenty-something years old, in love with this girl, on the verge of beginning his career, of chasing his dreams and being somebody and...

And then, for reasons we still don't know, it's all just over. Gone. And five hundred years later, he's still waiting for...something. Whatever his unfinished business is before he can move on.

And part of me just thinks like, what if his unfinished business is...everything. An entire life he never got to live. Even on top of the trauma of watching the American colonization happen right before his eyes and being unable to stop it, there's also just the fact that he was a guy in his early twenties who was in love with a girl and had hopes and a future, and now he's spent twenty times his own lifespan knowing he'll never, ever get to accomplish anything he ever wanted to, and even if he were to somehow be able to live again it wouldn't matter, because the world in which he could have done those things is gone. I mean, he talks in 2020s English more fluently than any of them. He's more mentally modern than everyone in the house, even Trevor. And part of me wonders if that's because of his eternal youth, and part of me wonders if that's because he knows better than any of them the world he lived in is gone, so there's no point in holding onto the past.

It's like he told Sam. It's not just about the tree. It's all just gone. And how in the hell do you go from being young and in love and about to get your big break and alive, to being centuries old and long, long dead, except you don't feel dead, you feel twenty-five. And you've felt twenty-five for five hundred years.

#cbs ghosts #sasappis

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victoria-dreamer4 · 6 months ago

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Sasappis x female new ghost reader

Friends and more.

This is my first romance fanfiction so please go easy on me I only choose this character because there's not a lot of him. I also like to say I have dyslexia so if there is this misspelling or phrase is weird. I will fix it later thank you. Also it's going to be short this is more of me trying to do more romantic fanfiction.

(y/n) was a new ghost in woodstone being one of the new recent ghosts. All the ghosts are friendly most of them were one intended to avoid (y/n).

Sasappis was friendly but he avoided the most almost as if he didn't want to talk or was too shy. The other would say something about him acting weird or not acting as itself. So one night when all it ghosts and Sam and jay where sit watch tv. (Y/n) Wanting to join them. Sasappis got up and left without a word "did I do something to make him dislike me" say (y/n). Sam looks at (y/n) " no he's just ummm how do I put it" she looks at hay as if he had a answer.

Jay trying to help his wife say " he's just nervous around pretty girls" Sam looks at him as if he just told a secret. " What Jay is trying to say is. Sasappis thinks you're cute and well the last ghost he thought was cute"

Isaac sighs as he said" stamped on his heart" Alberta looks at Isaac " way to lay it on thing" and she shakes her head.

Albert looks at (y/n) "Sasappis just don't want his heart broken again. He is the only one out of us all to not actually have a partner in life"

Sam nods her head " exactly you see he doesn't hate you it just he doesn't know what to do " jay nod " guy has it ruff."

(y/n) nods her head "alright thank you. It helps that someone told me what was going on." She smiled walking away.

Later that day as everyone was going to bed. (Y/n) Reach out grabbing Sasappis are "can we talk please" (y/n) say softly. Sasappis nod " yeah what's up" he says looking up the stairs then at (y/n). He takes a deep breath as he looks at her.

(y/n) looks at him and says " I was told by the others you find me cute. Well I want to say I do as well but they also told me you're scared of getting your heart broken. So I was thinking we start by maybe talking and seeing where things go" she telts her head to the side waiting for his answer " you don't have to answer now but I will like to get to know you" she smiled

Sasappis looks a taken back he rubs the back of his neck as he smiles " I actually would like that. Um how about tomorrow we go on a walk around woodstone property. Chat about whatever we want " he looks at (y/n).

(y/n) smile and nodded there head " I would like that a lot actually. What time" she clap her hand behind her back. Sasappis thinks" well jay making pancakes tomorrow and I do love the smell of those so um sometime after breakfast " he said

"perfect " say (y/n) waving him as they go to there room. One out of sight Sasappis smile as he walks upstairs feeling like he just won big time.

#ghost Sasappis x reader #sasappis #ghost #cbs ghosts

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jenjentheboscostick · 3 months ago

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Trevor and Hetty- a kept promise, please and thank you :)

Well... it's not under 500 words. LOL. Hope you like it!

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There weren’t a lot of promises that Trevor made in his life, especially not to other people, but as he watches Pinkus leave with his – their – daughter, he thinks about the promise he made to himself about the life he hoped to find.

A real partner, a family, a life outside of his job.

Then, he went and died.

And maybe he’s a little jealous that Pinkus got to have all that – and he’s, well, he’s a ghost.

Trevor sits on the bench that the ghosts like to watch that one tree limb, lost in thought of the what ifs – what if he’d taken a little less coke, what if he’d drunk a little less alcohol, what if he’d mixed a little less pills…

What if, what if, what if…

“Trevor?” a voice from beside him asks.

He jumps slightly. He hadn’t noticed Hetty beside him. Or that night had fallen.

“Uh, hi, Hetty.”

“Are you alright?”

Trevor shrugs. “I was just thinking of broken promises.”

“Oh?”

“To myself,” he clarifies. He never makes promises to others because he doesn’t need the guilt of a broken promise to someone else.

“Oh?” she prompts, again.

“I promised myself that I would find a partner, have a family, become more than just my job… and that’s literally all I am, even if the after – no partner, no family, just my job. Ironic.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Hetty replies, and his unbelieving look prompts some additional context. “We ghosts have had many a moment of being a family, in particular, a few years ago when we discovered what my louse of great-great-grandson and your so-called bros did to your body. Samantha and Jay have helped us be more of a family in many ways.”

Trevor hums. “Jay does call us his eight idiot kids.”

Hetty hums, too. “I am fairly certain that you, yourself, have called them ‘mom and dad’, too.”

Trevor laughs. “That’s a joke – although it’s fitting.”

Hetty smiles, too. “Thus, perhaps, you did not get to have a child that you raised yourself, but you still have a family – us ghosts, and you have the ability to check on your family, your daughter, as well.”

Trevor nods. “That’s true.”

“With regards to your job, something the rest of ghosts deeply do not understand – I believe Sasappis says it best ‘who wants to work when you’re dead’ –, it’s hardly the only thing about you. There were months where no one had any idea that you held a job in ghostly state and we certainly do not go to you for your job, but because we genuinely want to discuss and ponder with you.”

“Even you?” Trevor teases.

“Especially, me,” Hetty assures him. “I have enjoyed our power friends alliance, and I admit that perhaps I missed out, choosing to focus on getting sucked off and not how you might feel –”

He can’t help his laughter at Hetty’s use of sucked off, though he knows that isn’t what she meant.

“– why are you laughing? I am trying to be honest with you and –”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I don’t – I can’t explain without ruining my favorite joke,” Trevor admits. “But as for the rest of it – are you saying… what I think you’re saying? Would you – maybe want to try, again?”

Hetty looks like she wants to say yes but she probably thinks he’s offering because she’s suggesting it rather than because he wants it.

So, he adds, “Because I – I wouldn’t exactly be opposed.”

Hetty searches his eyes for just a second before they both shift slightly for the kiss that they seem to be on the same page for, and said kiss is a bit softer and sweeter than their first kiss. It’s shorter, too, but when they pull apart, they’re smiling at each other.

“Perhaps you kept your promise after all, no?” Hetty questions, smiling.

“Yeah, I think I did. Thanks to you.” Trevor grins. “A promise kept, after all.”

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#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #trevor lefkowitz #hetty woodstone #hmoney

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frogsndogs · 6 months ago

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ghosts soulmate au here you have your soulmate's last words on your wrist.

Thorfinn has words he can't understand on his, until years pass and he recognizes the symbols as "Oh, you want a hug?". Flower watches Micheal die in front of her, and no strange words from a dead language leaving his lips. That doesn't make it easier. Pete waits for the day for Carol to call alcohol 'booze' as he stares at the "But, I do love booze" on his wrist but the day never comes. Alberta doesn't know what her soulmate is counting to in his final moments, "You know, fifteen, twenty..." but she knows he never finishes counting. Nigel knows his soulmate died in pain, "It hurts," wrapped around his wrist and Isaac hopes he'll get to meet his before it's too late, before he says "If you need me, I'll be reading my poems." Trevor never knows what to make of his, "Damn it!" but knows that she didn't die of natural causes and part of Hetty hopes that Elias is her soulmate, with "Guys, I don't feel so good," tattooed on her skin. She hopes he was in pain in his final moments. Sasappis keeps his bare wrist covered until Thor spills his secret and Sam tells him what asexuality is and he makes peace with not having a soulmate.

Jay's mark talks about canaries and neutral palettes and he's too caught up in the argument to realize what Sam has said until she's already halfway down the stairs. He can barely believe it when she wakes up.

Sam cries when she gets hers: "I'll tell the ghosts you said 'hi'".

#ghosts cbs #ghosts us #sam arondekar #jay arondekar #soulmate au #will i actually write this?#who knows

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1lilspark · 2 months ago

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blogger360ncislarules · 4 months ago

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When Ghosts returns, there will be major story developments for everyone’s favorite sarcastic, pizza-smelling, hopeless romantic ghost, Sasappis.

Now in its fourth season, Ghosts has continued to be a ratings stalwart and a beloved sitcom. Audiences continue to enjoy the misadventures of Sam and Jay Arondekar and their band of wily ghosts.

With a two-season pickup, Ghosts will be on the air for years to come, which means ample opportunities to continue learning about Sasappis.

Lucky for us, as the series winds down its season, we will see much more from Sass, something that Zaragoza is extremely excited about.

We chatted with Zaragoza about his appreciation for the series’ wonderful fans, which things about Sass he’d love to see more of, and what ghost power he’d love to have for a day.

Hint: hint: it’s potentially the coolest one.

Hi, Román. How are you?

I’m good. Yeah, we are in hiatus mode. Life is very different right now. I’m currently in Tokyo, Japan, and yeah, life is so funny to think about.

Talking about Ghosts, I’m like, “Oh, right, yeah. What happened in that episode? Oh, that’s right. Yeah, that happened. Okay, cool.”Yeah, but it’s exciting. I’m very grateful to be in this position in this show and two more seasons. I’m feeling very good.

That was the first thing I wanted to say. I wanted to congratulate you on that. Ghosts is as popular as ever at this point. How appreciative are you of the series and the fans for continuing to make it such a success?

It’s been wild to see that Ghosts is now on Netflix in various countries around the world. It’s in so many different languages, and that’s been a really wild and recent new development. And I’m like, “Oh, Portuguese!” There’s so much Portuguese in my DMs now that I have to translate everything. But I’m like, “Oh, the people are so nice.”

So, that’s been cool. And I’m even getting spam in Portuguese, which is pretty funny. It’s been really cool and just wild to think about how wide of an audience and how big of a reach we’re now having. It’s beautiful.

Isn’t that such a cool thing with social media? And even with the fact that there are so many different ways to see things now, you can touch so many parts of the world and people that, 20 years ago, may have never gotten a chance to see the show.

Exactly. I just started listening to the How I Met Your Mother Rewatch podcast with Josh Radnor. It’s one of my favorite shows. I grew up with it and always dreamed about honestly being on a sitcom, like an ensemble sitcom.

I’ve traveled abroad a bit and been recognized, but always by Americans traveling abroad. It’s going to be interesting if I go to Brazil or something, and I’m curious to see if people recognize me and if people watch the show.

We are now four seasons in, and we’ve learned a lot about Sass at this point. But what do you feel you learned about him this season that maybe you didn’t know about him before?

Oh, man. This season is a big one for Sass, especially this later part of the season that we will be coming into. We’re going to find out a lot about him. But that’s a good question.

I think we’re seeing how strong-willed he is and how when he wants something, he is going to fight for it. We hadn’t seen too much of that for him. We’ve seen the mischievous side, the hopeless romantic side, and him dipping his toe into different areas of things that bring him joy. But we haven’t seen him fight for anything too much.

On the flip side of that, what have you learned about yourself over the past few years playing Sass? And also being a part of such a successful and long-running series?

Ooh. One of the biggest things I’ve learned from playing Sass is the space he takes up. At first, especially as an actor, when we started the show, the writers were trying to experiment with Sasappis.

They didn’t know where they wanted him to go very much. They had a general idea of what we wanted, but they didn’t know exactly what direction he would take.

And we ended up finding the space he takes up, he’s not the loud person. He’s not Thor, he’s not Trevor, he’s not that much bigger, larger-than-life, he’s not Hetty. He’s commenting on everybody else, and he is an observer and doesn’t need to be the loudest one in the room. And yet, he’s seen in a way.

But there’s something about him that he can kind of just be in the back a little bit and be like, “Mm, okay.” I don’t know. I feel like I learned if everyone’s being loud in the room, I don’t also need to be loud in the room. That space is already being taken up. I can take up this space over here.

That equated to when I booked the show. I was very nervous and intimidated by the incredible improv and comedic actors I was working with. They’re freaking veterans of comedy, and I did comedy, but I also did a lot of theater and drama.

So, I found myself pulling back a bit, being the observer, and kind of becoming Sass in a way when we were creating the show as the actor-performer.

It was interesting how art imitated life for a bit and still does. And I think the more that I became more comfortable in this space, the more we’ve seen Sass become more comfortable in this space, too. So, it’s been a cool parallel journey.

I love that, I love that.

I think there are two different things there. It’s what he’s looking for versus what he needs. I think what he’s looking for is someone who sees him and makes him feel safe in this. But he has this idea of what the perfect person is, which in his eyes is Shiki.

He’s like, “She’s the perfect person.” Even though we’ve never had a deep conversation, she’s perfect.

I think that’s what he thinks he needs when, in reality, he needs a strong person who’s going to pursue him, love him, choose him, and also be very intelligent. He is a very intelligent person and doesn’t give himself credit enough for that, and he needs someone to challenge him intellectually. And someone funny?

I don’t know. But I think someone strong. He needs a strong person to come into his life to sweep him off his feet and for him to be like, “Oh, oh. Okay, cool. I don’t need to be pining over someone for 500 years who just said hello to me 13 times.”

Yeah, exactly. I think he’s the kind of person who’s a little coy and shy, and it’s so new for him, and he’s a virgin, and he doesn’t know how to maybe take those first steps into a relationship. So, he needs someone to be like, “I like you. Okay? We’re doing this.” And he’s like, “Oh, okay. Sure.”

Exactly. I like that.

Sass, for many of the reasons you’ve mentioned, is such a fan favorite, right? I like it when you describe him as a little judgmental. Some say judgmental, some say real. What do you think it is that people connect with as it relates to him? Is it some of that realness and that bluntness?

Yeah, I definitely think it’s the realness, bluntness. And he’s that voice of reason, that voice of the audience sometimes.

I think people really relate to that. And yeah, he’s a reminder that we all feel alone and out of place, and we all sometimes use judgment and sarcasm to connect. And I think that is what he used for so long because he didn’t have his family or his friends to connect.

So, he found that was the space he was going to take up now.

He’s like, “I’m hanging out with mostly white people.” They were not directly part of the genocide and erasure of his people, but to an extent, he felt so alone for so long that he found this space where maybe he was trying to connect with them.

I’m trying to explain this in a succinct way, but I think sometimes people use judgment and sarcasm as a way to connect, as a way in, even though there is so much hurt behind it.

No, and that’s part of why he’s relatable: Many people relate to that in their lives.

With more seasons on the horizon, what’s something about Sass that you feel is untapped? Something that you feel like you wouldn’t mind seeing explored more in future seasons?

Great question. First and foremost, it would be fun to just dive into his death. I want to know more about that. I’m so curious.

The biggest thing that the cast always talks about is diving deeper into the relationships between the ghosts. It’s always so fun. This season was the first time Flower and Sass had interactions like one-on-one interactions.

I was curious how Sass learned English. That was something I was always really interested in. I was first pitching that he learned with Hetty as she was learning English when she was a baby. He learned English with her.

Of course, I think we’re past that, and we technically can’t do that anymore. But it’d be funny to find a character that he did that with. He would be sitting next to all these little two-year-olds, and they’re all learning English, and he’s just sitting there, and he’d like, “The… Dog.” I think that would be really cute.

It would be.

What’s been your favorite episode this season? If it hasn’t aired yet, then obviously no spoilers. But what’s been your favorite episode?

And that one was so fun to watch because Brandon Scott Jones is just a genius, and all the actors in that episode were so funny. Like Alexander Hamilton (Nat Faxon), he is so talented. What an incredible actor. Watching him work, I was taking notes and saying, “Wow, he’s so good.” It was amazing.

So, that one as a viewer and also watching the episode was just amazing. That one, as a viewer, was one of my favorites.

And then personally, as an actor, these next two that are airing— I’m going to combine them together.

These next two that are airing were very, very fun for me. I wish I could talk more about them now, but I can’t. But they’re really exciting for Sass, especially regarding love. I really want to talk about it, but it’s a really fun storyline, and it was very rewarding and exciting as an actor.

I love the tease. We have to stay tuned now. Before we wrap, I just had a little fun question for you. I enjoyed the last episode, which was the St. Patrick’s one. They were talking about the ghost power tiers.

I think that’s easy— Pete’s.

Pete’s.

Yes.

It’s got to be Pete’s.

I think he would go to New York City and be like, “What happened to my home? This is crazy.” And I think he would like to go to all these Michelin-star restaurants and just smell everything.

There you go. That’d be fun. Well, thank you so much for your time. I appreciate it.

Thank you so much. This was great.

Of course! Enjoy Japan. Have fun. Enjoy your break.

Thank you so much.

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