#made this for sass and hetty

[aflawedfashion]

Ghosts 02x09 | The Christmas Spirit, Part One

[roanofarcc]

DO NOT DISTURB

pairing: trevor lefkowtiz x shy ghost!reader

summary:  the 5 times the ghosts caught you and trevor kissing + the 1 time you two finally got some privacy

warnings:  fem!reader. just young people in love! lots of fluff, make outs, and teasing from the other ghosts. some suggestive themes but nothing explicit! the ghosts can’t stay mad at shy!reader (expect stephanie…) pre-established relationship

word count. 2.3k | masterlist

HETTY

Sharing a room with Hetty was nice. She was a great person to talk to, especially when she allowed herself to let loose a little and feed into more modern-day perspectives. She enjoyed fussing over you, attempting to turn you into a “proper lady” since her efforts with Sam seemed fruitless. You had no intention of reverting back to the ways of Hetty’s time, but you humored her to an extent, enjoying how her lessons always fell away into the slivers of brightness she had lived through before her unfortunate death. 

Hetty also had a schedule, a routine that was rarely missed. So, you thought your bedroom would be empty for the entirety of the late-morning, allowing your boyfriend to enjoy some one-on-one time before the chaos of the day ensued. 

Trevor enjoyed the quiet moments together, you resting your head on his chest and him lightly tracing his fingers up and down your arms. He liked to use the opportunity to get as close to you as possible, his arms holding you against his frame and lips pressing kisses to every inch of your face. 

You giggled as each kiss was placed, on your cheeks, your nose, and your forehead. He lingered on your lips, deepening the kiss from a playful peck to something a bit more needy. Your fingers threaded through his hair and his hands lingered on the skin between your shirt and skirt. 

Just as the two of you broke apart for air and readied yourself for more, Hetty stepped through the closed door. 

“Oh! My word!” she gasped, a hand on her chest, startled by the intimate sight. 

You pushed Trevor back and he held his hands up like he’d been caught by the police. You pulled your shirt back down in place and smoothed out your hair as embarrassment heated your face. “Hetty! Y-Your back so soon,” you rushed out. 

She scoffed, eyes flickering between you and Trevor. “Apparently I am.” 

Trevor cleared his throat and smiled at her innocently. “We were just-” 

Hetty held up her hand to stop him. “I do not want to know,” she said before turning on her heel and swiftly leaving the room. You buried your head in your hands, embarrassment killing any of the romance that had been built up. 

SASS & ALBERTA

Trevor was a gentleman, despite what he sometimes came off to others as. He was sweet, endearing, and enamored by you. It was difficult to be a gentleman and be a ghost, but he made it work.

While he couldn’t pull your chair out or buy you flowers, he always held your hands on walks and complimented you as if you didn’t look the exact same every single day. He had an endless stash of cheesy compliments and though you weren’t the most talkative, he listened to every word out of your mouth as if it was the most interesting thing anyone had ever said. Trevor also had a habit of needing to be touching you in some way. Whether it was holding your hand, an arm thrown around your shoulder, or a hand on your knee. It was comforting to have him near, but sometimes the constant touchy-feely actions of Trevor were kicked up a notch when you thought you two were alone. 

Even when you two were somewhere not exactly private, it was hard not to be swept up in the sweetness that was Trevor. 

The kitchen was one of the least private places in the mansion, but you two just so happened to be in there when Jay and Sam were out in town and the rest of the ghosts were occupied in other parts of the house. Trevor was being his usual charming felt, his hands resting on your hips as he spoke to you with a small smile on his lips. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, listening intently. 

He punctuated his story with a kiss to your lips and you laughed into it, being pulled closer to him. You kissed him back almost feverishly, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours and the quietness of the moment you could have lived in forever. 

However, before the two of you even needed to come up for air, two voices broke through the quietness of the kitchen. 

“Oh, come on,” Sass grumbled, despite the amused glint in his eyes. 

Trevor sighed and dropped his hands from around your waist to throw them up in the air. “Does no one knock anymore?!” 

Alberta tilted her head to the side, brows raised. “This is the kitchen, lover-boy. No knocking required.” 

“And that’s not exactly possible,” Sass added, crossing his arms over his chest. “Do you guys have to rub your happiness in everyone’s faces? Can you not pick up another hobby?” 

You winced, feeling bad. “Sorry.” 

Alberta smiled and lightly hit Sass on the shoulder. “Oh, leave ‘em be. There are worse things they could be doing in the kitchen than kissing,” she said, causing heat to rise up your neck and over your cheeks. “Remember that time we walked in on Flower trying to teach Thor yoga?” 

Sass shuttered. “Don’t remind me.” 

ISAAC 

The upstairs study was half cluttered with items Sam and Jay used for the B&B. They were in the middle of moving things around and trying to make sense of all of the rooms in the mansion. The study wasn’t used that often by anyone, which made it one of the few places of privacy inside the home. You enjoyed the seat in the study, back away from the clutter and beside an old bookshelf with untouched literature that you had asked Sam not to get rid of. The smell of old books made the room feel cozy to you, and from the chair you could see most of the backyard. 

When you wanted a moment alone, you went there. Sometimes, Trevor joined you. He liked to joke that he enjoyed the view as well, but his chair faced yours, and his eyes were not fixed out the window, but rather on you. He’d sit with his chin propped up on his fist and a goofy grin on his face that was laced with admiration. 

On that particular day, you stood at window, watching the birds you had come familiar with go about their day. Trevor joined you, standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist and head resting comfortably on your shoulder, watching too. But he had a shorter attention span than you, and when he grew bored of bird watching, he lovingly pressed kisses to your shoulder. 

With a smile, you turned your head and kissed his forehead, which made him light up. Despite being ghosts, there was an undeniable light in his eyes as he spun you around by your hips and brushed his hand sweetly across your cheek. You leaned into his touch before he grasped your face with his other hand, pulled your face closer to him, and kissed you. 

No matter what the moment was, Trevor also started kissing you slowly like he was savoring it. His touches were always gentle and thoughtful, even when his kisses turned more intense. 

Though, lately, any intensity and plunge into more unexplored territory had been halted by interruptions. That time was no different either as Isaac entered the study. 

“Oh!” he gasped out, not in shock like Hetty but in simple surprise. “Uh, my apologies.”

“Man,” Trevor groaned. 

Isaac cleared his throat and stood with his hands behind his back, a slightly apologetic look on his face. “I was just looking for you,” he said, looking at you. “Sam needed some assistance with something, but I can tell her you’re…busy.” 

You shook your head. “No, it’s all right.” You and Trevor bid a short ‘see you later’ before you followed Isaac to where Sam was. 

“I do apologize for ‘ruining the moment,’” he said, trying to mimic modern-day speak that he’d been slipping into his vocabulary as of late. “There does seem to be a distinct lack of privacy in this place.” 

You blew some air from your cheeks before muttering, “You’re telling me.” 

STEPHANIE 

In some form of a miracle, the ghosts, Sam, and Jay were all occupied with outside renovations. Well, Sam and Jay were busy with renovations and the ghosts were busy ‘livings watching,’ voicing their opinions, and causing general chaos for Sam and Jay. 

But the important thing was, the mansion was empty, and you and Trevor thought you’d finally have a moment alone. You spent the last twenty minutes simply talking in the upstairs TV room, laughing at stupid jokes and enjoying each other's presence uninterrupted. 

Your shy nature led you to not initiate anything Trevor; you were too nervous you’d do something wrong or misread a situation. But Trevor was never shy, and seemingly never nervous. He liked you wrapped in his arms, peace filling the empty room between you two as he kissed you between mumbles of compliments he liked to shower you with. 

Even though he was your boyfriend, he still knew how to make you flustered, hot-faced, and giddy like a schoolgirl with a crush. He trailed his hands down your arms before he placed him on your hips, rubbing circles with his thumbs absentmindedly. His kisses trailed down your jaw and onto your neck. You savored it, the feeling of his lips on your skin made you feel on fire. 

Just as Trevor worked his way back up to your lips, your fingers fumbling on his tie, a shriek filled the room so startling you two nearly toppled off of the couch. 

“Are you kidding me, Trevor?” 

Stephanie. 

Trevor, wide-eyed, stood up and smoothed down his shirt and suit jacket. “Looks who’s awake,” he said with forced enthusiasm.  

“W-What is this?” the teenage girl asked, gesturing between you and him. “You were kissing her?!” 

“Yeah, well, she is my girlfriend,” Trevor replied, annoyance flickering across his face. 

Stephanie turned her attention onto you, and if you hadn’t already been dead, the look she gave you would have likely killed you. 

You tried to offer her a polite smile, but she glared daggers at you before returning her attention to Trevor. “Cool,” she said, fake happiness dripping from her tone. “Totally cool.” With a narrowed gaze, she slowly turned around and walked out of the room. 

You buried your head in your hands and Trevor sighed. 

“Well, where were we?” he said. You shot him a look and his shoulders slumped. “Mood killed, huh?” 

With a nod, you added, “Good thing I’m dead already. I’m pretty sure she’s plotting my second murder.” 

Trevor chuckled. “Can’t be worse than the first, huh?” You did your best to copy Stephaine’s glare. 

SAM & JAY

“Believe it or not, I used to do this a lot in high school,” Trevor whispered, standing close to you inside the coat closet. You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of your situation. Inside a mansion and two of you were sandwiched into a small closet, surrounded by guests' coats. 

“I’m not the first girl you’ve had in a closet?” 

Trevor kissed you before saying, “No, but you are my favorite.” 

With a roll of your eyes, you leaned forward, kissing him feverishly. The number of times you two had been interrupted was starting to add up, leading you to your current situation. All you wanted was some time alone with your boyfriend, which you didn’t think was a crime, but the universe did not feel you two were deserving of that. It kept throwing a roadblock in your way. 

And that time was no different. 

You two hardly shared a couple of kisses before the door was thrown open and Jay entered with Sam standing in the doorway. She was in the middle of saying something when her eyes landed on you and Trevor. 

“Hey!” she greeted, surprised. 

Jay glanced over his shoulder at her. “Hey?” 

“No,” she said. “We’re not alone in here.” 

Jay furrowed his brows. “There’s got to be a less ominous way to put that.” Sam quickly explained that you and Trevor were in the closet. “That’s kind of a weird place to be. What’re they doing in here?” 

Sam opened her mouth before looking at you and Trevor. Your back was up against the wall and his hands were still settled on your waist. She put the pieces together quickly, wincing with realization. “Um, just…hanging out,” she said with an awkward laugh. “Grab the coats so we can go, please?” 

While you appreciated her urgency to give you and Trevor some more alone time, the secrecy of the closet was broken as Thor and Flower passed by, giggling at the implications of the two of you in the closet. So, you two retreated back to the company of the never really quiet home. 

Trevor’s hands were over your eyes he led you somewhere. Once he stopped, he removed his hands and said, “Tada!” 

You stared at the closed door of his shared bedroom. Confused you turned to him. “We’re at your room,” you said. 

He beamed. “Nope, not anymore.” 

“What do you mean ‘not any more?’” 

“It’s our room!” 

At first, you were confused, your mind trying to make sense of what he had just said, but once it did, your eyes widened. “Our room? W-We’re moving in together?” 

“Well, we do already technically live together. Now we just share a room too.” Trevor twisted his hands around in front of him like he was nervous. “Is that…cool?” 

You smiled wide, stepping forward and wrapping him in a hug. “It’s perfect,” you whispered. 

He embraced you tightly for a moment before he pulled back and intertwined his fingers with yours. “It also means we finally can get some alone time.” He wiggled his brows, causing to you laugh as he pulled you through the door of your bedroom for some much deserved alone time. 

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

Yet, another thought about the reveal.

I think Trevor did know or did suspect but didn't ask because he wanted her to say it in her own time.

Remember in TP, when Sam said she was curious but she didn't know the etiquette around ghosts' deaths. Trevor doesn't really look like he wants to talk about it. And in fact, he never talks about his death.

I've made this point before, but Trevor is the only younger ghosts that never brings up his death in any capacity. The ONLY time he ever talks about it is in TP or when someone brings up his body in the lake and usually he brushes it off.

That is a level of avoidance most of the other ghosts don't have, except Hetty and Sass. They're the only two that have avoided mentioning their deaths.

So, it would make sense for him to see the evidence but not ask and then to lie to the others about it becuase he understands that each ghost deals with their death differently and Hetty, like him and like Sass, might not want to talk about it.

[medusas-daughter]

Update: the repressed white lady on cbs Ghosts has just made me sob violently for a whole hour by revealing how she died. I am unwell. She was all alone. She was never alone, her entire life she was always surrounded by staff who begrudgingly respected her and a bunch of ancient ghosts who looked over her since she was a child and loved her. And when she was most scared and desperate she was alone. And then she became a ghost and just stayed alone. And Thor and Sass and Isaac just came home one day, finally free from the hole and traumatized and reeling from the loss of Prudence to find Hetty wandering the halls of her home alone. And she tells them she was celebrating, she tells them she had partied so hard she accidentally overdosed. Her closest friends, who love her more than she could ever know, and she can't tell them. So they congratulate her on a "fun" death and move on. I am dying somebody sedate me

[charliedawn]

Nothing to do with my blog but…I just started watching this show called Ghosts. I love it. I recommend it. It’s so funny and entertaining. And I am totally fine with these ghosts hanging out and having fun. Trevor and Pete. Sass and Thor. Alberta and Hetty. They just got the thing.

This is not a ship post.

Just pointing out that if they had been together, it would have 100% made sense to me. Also, I am gonna go cry in a corner because none of them will get with any of the characters I want them with and I am never gonna be able to play matchmaker for them. But it’s whatever I guess…Just look at them. And suffer with me.

[meet-me-in-the-pouringrain]

PART THREE US GHOST HEADCANONS LETS GO

- Hetty is the one who banished the cholera ghosts to the basement. When she died, the cholera ghosts were the only companions she had. And she Did Not Want Them. So when three strange men come running up to her looking all distraught that she’s dead, Hetty turned around and was all ‘as Lady of the House, i thank you for companionship and now begone with you’

- the cholera ghosts are just like “….ok you heard the lady, move it.”

- Flower was only at Woodstone because she thought it was WoodSTOCK. (this could genuinely become canon)

-Hetty’s fave colour is purple

-because historically, that was the most expensive type of fabric to own. At one point only the English Royals bore that colour (hence Purple being seen as an official UK royal colour) and therefore she would spend a lot of money on purple dresses to flaunt her wealth.

- to annoy trevor and to get him back for the french thing i mentioned last time, Hetty started calling him NewMoney

- completely backfired on her, now he shouts NEW MONEY and does an M sign with his fingers instead of T-Money.

-Sam called Hetty mom once. They were arguing about something that hetty disagreed with and sam just blurts out. “Okay, Mom I get it!” like a teenager and the pair of them just stop and look each other for ages. Hetty blinks first and gives a nod. “Good. Glad that’s sorted.”

- Pete finds out and makes a weird Daddy comment “does that make me Ghost-Daddy or Trevor Ghost-Daddy”. It’s completely innocent on his part but boy did the other Ghosts RUN with it.

- “yeah sam, am i your ghost daddy?” “I will perform an exorcism.”

- Jay teaches the ghosts + sam Tamil / Marathi (Utkarsh is descendant of both regions!) because he learned about their Language Lessons (part one) and wanted in.

- Sam sets up a live feed of Earth Cams in the ghosts rooms. Issac gets an Aquarium. Hetty gets Paris, Trevor gets NYC (He wanted a nude beach, Sam had Thor hit him) Alberta gets New Orleans, Sassapis misred the leaning tower of Piza as Pizza, Thor gets Oslo, Flower wants Amsterdam. Pete refuses because he can just go places.

- Isaac taught Sass and Thor how to read english. Reluctantly but he would gather the two whenever a Living was reading and try to teach them letters and words before the page was turned. It was a nightmare.

- It wasn’t until Hetty was around and she was learning how to read that they were able to have an actual lesson, and Issac made the other two sit in.

- Sometimes Flower has Lucid Days, where she doesn’t space out for the entire day. No one knows why that’s a thing, but it is.

- Those Lucid Days are eagerly anticipated because it’s the day all ghost conflict gets solved. They have a thing called Ghost Court. Two bickering ghosts hire Flower and Isaac as counsel and they set up a mock trial.

- Sass is usually the judge. The other 3 not involved act as Jury. Sass does what he wants though because he often goes what he think will be funniest.

Part 1

Part 2

[kremblor]

Saw on previous post of yours, you have more Hetty headcanons. Can you tell them when next available please? Sorry grammar is bad

I love when I actually get proper notifications. *cracks knuckles, grins* Gather round, I have a story to tell Honestly, since I started watching Ghosts (literally just this year like maybe three months ago I watched it ... TWICE) ... Hetty was my favorite and I obsessed over her. I ended up with so many ideas and posted a lot that its almost hard to keep track of everything I thought up. However, I do have a general idea of various things (as I have document I'm keeping track of some stuff as I do have some fic ideas and plan to eventually write something). That being said ... some of my headcanons for Hetty do in particular involve the Woodstone family overall. The Woodstones - for me - are both a Northern and Southern family. They were amongst the families that were brother vs brother during the civil war (however part of why they acted as such was more in familial interest, which ever side won they'd still be on the winning side and able to profit. Family side that lost may ... suffer a tad however). That being said, I do imagine that the line Elias came from is from the South (part of the reason for the "land deal" being due to the war and needing to further secure the family line type thing).

So, having said all this ... my little "story" Henrietta Woodstone is the younger sister to Margaret Woodstone (the first child to Samuel and his wife, not the boy desired or wanted but at least they could try for more). She was born near death, was not expected to live, and further more was EXPECTED to be a boy - a severe disappointment. Her name was due to "Henry" being planned the entire pregnancy for the resulting boy the parents intended. She was the first Woodstone able to see ghosts (despite the Manor being more a retreat from society prior to her inheritance and her father taking up residence there after her mothers "hysteria" .... no other before her birth that was there showed signs of noticing the ghosts).

Her first time she saw one of the ghosts was actually Patience. Samuel had made a comment about something - specifically in relation to the bible and god - and Patience ... well had a "that's the wrong passage how dare you" reaction and Hetty of course giggled. Her father thought it was due to him, Patience didn't even consider it was due to being seen - who would think a baby could see a ghosts let alone find them funny? Thor of course started singing to her shortly after this, but also like Patience never considered being visible. Sass told her stories (out of boredom more than anything) while Isaac tended to go on about whatever topic was on his mind when Hetty was in the room (also out of boredom). Eventually they worked it out (and that she didn't know their names) when others within the household discussed her behavior/actions without her present.

Hetty even when little was a wild little thing who knew what she liked and didn't like. She was determined, stubborn, and a fighter. There was a few nannys who quit over the years because she gave them a run for their money. Only Margaret and the ghosts seemed to know how to calm her. Of course, her mother had as well but her mother disappeared from the home while she was little and her father was no help on that one. She kept riding horses the way "boys and men" do much to her fathers displeasure. She would find various things and collect them, then get angry with the staff because her rock collection or her flower collection or her feather collection or whatever the current thing was had suddenly disappeared (was her father's orders).

Her father constantly tried to stomp this behavior out of her, desperately trying to build up a daughter that could marry into proper society. Just as he had crafted with Margaret (who of course had blended in save for the pristine appearance that Hetty managed to grow into). So, when Hetty ended up in a relationship with a painter ( who I also HC as being the family stable boy because honestly that works so well with Hetty's little stabler boy obsession. I also HC said individual as getting her involved with another paramour who happens to be really into say something like the suffrage movement) of course her father gave her a "money or poverty" ultimatum along with the "asylum" threat. Then rapidly followed it up with a "oh we just made a land deal and it came with your hand in marriage".

Now, if I go any further into HC of mine after this (and even this above was a tad brief lol) .... that gets into Hetty-Elias territory and that gets rather darker. But yeah, I love the idea of Hetty being this rebellious girl who was born into the world already fighting and hanging on. That unexpected "ah yes of course you are having a son, sir, look at all the signs" only for "Surprise its ME" Hetty to arrive and even then she is BARELY alive but she REFUSES to let go of life, refuses to give in, refuses to let go of WHO SHE IS. And despite everything she is going to thrive, exist, and live. Give all that she has for all that she loves. And I just love the idea of her running around the estate as this tiny human seeing the ghosts and talking to them so that her entire family is just like "I know kids usually have imaginary friends but what child conjures up colonists and indians?" "Apparently mine" "Okay but a viking?" "I don't even know how she knows what that is" "Did she just describe a nun?" "I think she just tried to say cholera" "I don't even want to know anymore" "She talked to a corner for four hours yesterday"

[hettywoodstonenumber1fan]

pls tell me abt the sapphic painter

how do she and hetty meet? how long does it take for hetty to get over her internalized misogyny and homophobia? what do thor, sass and isaac think abt this?

Amelie Moreau, she came from a wealthy and socially important French family who left France for America when she was only a girl. Her parents quickly befriended Samuel Woodstone, and she just as quickly befriended his daughter Henrietta. The girls were inseparable, each others only true friend, but as they grew, their bond started to shift. Amelie was an artist, an amazing painter, a child prodigy, but as time went on she lost inspiration. Let's just say she found her muse in a certain redhead. Hetty herself was not ignorant to the arts, a talented pianist since she was a child. Art and music blossomed between them, followed of course, by love. But the nineteenth century wasn't kind to them, least of all Samuel. He found a rather scandalous painting, forbid Hetty from ever seeing Amelie again, and quickly started to put all the pieces into place to have her married off. Amelie still found ways to contact her love, smuggled letters and midnight meetings by the lake, and spent countless hours trying to convince Hetty to run away with her. But Hetty was too frightened. Frightened of the unknown, of societal judgement, of leaving behind everything she had ever known. Of potentially never seeing her sister again. The day of the wedding came and Hetty realised that she couldn't go through with it, but it was too late. Or so she thought. Moments before having to face her new life Amelie rushed in and swept her into the night. The official story is that they were never seen or heard from again. They picked a new name, not connected to either family, and started a new life together. They made art inspired by their love and carved out a comfortable little life for themselves. They died only weeks apart, Henrietta after growing more ill over the course of months collapsed at her piano while serenading her lover one last time, and Amelie refused food and sleep while trying to capture the perfect portrait of her lost soulmate. History remembers them as the best of friends, so close they shared a name, a home, even a room. You know how historians are. Hetty's piano and Amelie's easel stand beside each other in the museum that was once there home. It's said that on a quiet night you can hear music coming from the instrument, a love song.

[ghostiesandteacups]

Since people keep liking the post i made about the ghost getting Jay pregnant…

Sam better hurry the fuck up before one of the ghosts does it.

[jmagnabo92]

Can I get a cheek kiss, any pairing!

Hope you liked it!

***

Ever since discovering Sass’ secret – that he has a crush on Trevor but won’t admit it because Trevor’s the house slut and he doesn’t want to be just another ghost that Trevor’s been with – he has been trying to get him to admit it. 

Flirting, touching him (platonically) and stealing friendly platonic kisses.

Sass huffs but turns pink.

Trevor’s also made it a point to talk about why he is not the house slut.  He tries to argue that offering to be of fun assistance is not the same as doing it and he doesn’t have the notches in his belt that Thor has… just because he’s dated Flower and Hetty and offered to blow Thor and Pete (the latter of which did not take him up on his offer)… does not mean he’s a slut… at all.

He just - he can’t figure out why he’s the one touted as the house slut.  Thor’s been with way more people – he’s had four girlfriends!  And if Thor counts against Trevor, Trevor should count against Thor…

Still, somehow, he is touted as the house slut.

Either way, he’s been having fun trying to get Sass to admit his crush on him. 

As such, he sees Sass sitting on the couch in Trevor’s room and smirks.  He moves and sits beside him.

Sass tries to seem fairly chill, but Trevor knows with the slight tint to his cheeks and knows that his appearances hasn’t gone unnoticed.

He waits a few minutes before stretching and putting an arm around his shoulders. 

Sass is determinedly not looking at him, so after waiting another few minutes, Trevor presses a kiss to his cheek and when Sass does look at him, he looks at the TV, as if nothing happened.

He waits until Sass looks back at the TV and does it again.

Sass gives him a look before turning back to the TV.

So, he does again and again and again.

It took a dozen cheek kisses before Sass turns to kiss him as Trevor attempts to do it again for the thirteenth time. 

Trevor’s a little more surprised than he probably should be, but he’s finally got Sass kissing him and he’s more than okay with that.  Especially when he goes to pull away and Sass takes the opportunity to straddle him. 

So, he’s trapped and kissing Sass and … well, Trevor’s never going to complain about that.

Until…

“HA!  I knew it!” Alberta yells, jarring them apart.  “That rumor that Sass had a crush on the house slut is true!”

“I really wish you’d stop calling me that,” Trevor groans as Sass blushes.

“I never said I had a crush on him,” Sass retorts, even though he doesn’t move from his position on Trevor’s lap. 

“That’s why you’re in his lap.”

“That’s for – uh – everyone else, to – uh – cover him up, you know?” Sass offers, blushing when they start laughing at him.  “You both suck.”

Trevor grins at him.  “Not yet – I’m not a slut, so you’re going to have to date me first to get that.”

Sass gives him a look as Alberta yells, “Ha,” again before leaving to tell everyone that they’re together. 

Sass runs a hand down his chest, playing with his tie a little.  “What exactly counts as a date?”

Trevor shrugs.  “Movie night, alone?”

“So, what we were just doing?”

“Uh, technically, but I didn’t know.”

Sass shifts in his lap, which makes Trevor try not to groan. 

“So… you want me to go back to my side of the couch and plan a different date rather than kiss me now?” he asks, slyly.  It’s clear that Sass knows Trevor absolutely does not want that.

Trevor groans.  “Shut up and kiss me.”

“Gladly.”

Trevor still may be the house slut, but at least he’s getting what he wants, and he hopes he gets to keep him for a while.

Like, for maybe, an eternity.

***

Thanks for the ask!

I'm still playing :)

[audrey-carr1]

The Heiress and the Lady of the House (Part 8)

A/N: Sorry for the late updates. I got a new job, and it takes up my weekdays leaving me the weekends to rest and write. You know I did not think this would end this way when I first started. I hope you all have enjoyed the story thus far. There may be an epilogue coming soon. Someone also suggested that I could write this from Hetty's point of view, and that doesn't sound like a bad idea.

warnings: fem!reader, Hetty x Reader

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“I’ll give you two time to talk, but I want an answer soon,” Death says before disappearing

Hetty nods solemnly to herself, thinking about what she was told. She looks at me, a look in her eyes that I cannot place. 

“I want you to be happy, truly,” Hetty says.

“Hetty, please-” She places a finger over my lips shushing me before brushing her thumb across my lips. Her hand cups my cheek, and I place my hand on top of hers. 

“You can be with your parents, it’s okay. You’d have peace, the night terrors would stop. You deserve to be happy without loss, my love,”

“But I am happy with you!” I say teary eyed. 

“If we are meant to be we’ll find each other again.” Hetty begins to cry, “I know what it’s like to not have your parents around. Especially not growing up with a mother. If you have that chance, I’d give it to you without a shadow of a doubt. I want you to have every good thing in the world. You have been running from what happened for years, and I have come to believe that you are using us to help you not face your problems. I know it’s not malicious, but I cannot watch you lose yourself to us. I’m telling you ”

“You’re leaving me?” I ask. 

Hetty sighs. Of course, that’s the only thing you heard from her speech. Hetty grabs your shoulders and waits for you to look her in the eyes. 

“I can’t offer you anything in our world,” Hetty says, “This relationship would go nowhere. Literally.”

“Hetty you came all of this way to get me only to try and leave me?” I say. 

“If it means giving you something better then yes, I will let you go.  If I let you go, I can give you more. Does it hurt? Yes, and it’s taking every fiber of my being to not be selfish and keep you all to myself,”

“I do not want for anything, Hetty,” I beg, “Only you. Please don’t let me go.”

“I will not allow you to wait idly while your life passes you by. Do more than I could, live your life beyond Woodstone. I’ll be okay…we’ll be okay,” Hetty kisses me chastely, “You’ll be okay.”

“Hetty please do not make me choose. I don’t…I can’t” My face is wet and warm with tears. My fingers clutch the fabric of her dress fearing that if I let go then this will all be over. 

“It’s okay,” Hetty says wrapping me in an embrace.

“I thought you loved me,” I sob. 

“I do love, so much if I were alive it would kill me. You have made quiet the impression,” Hetty says wiping away her own tears. 

Hetty couldn’t bring herself to say that she knows what you’re night terrors are about. How in your sleep you still call out for your mother. How you’ll mumble about your dad sometimes in the wee hours of the morning. She would never tell you that one night she asked Sass to enter your dreams, and she’ll never forget the empty expression that was on his face when he relayed what he saw. 

Hetty couldn’t allow you to live like that any longer. Sure she would go back to life as it was before you. She’ll miss having her arms wrapped around someone. She would miss having someone who understood the multiple complex layers of her personality. She’ll miss watching you interact with everyone and hearing your infectious laugh. She’ll miss catching the hijinks that you and Trevor would cook up. Hetty hates that it took losing you to realize how much joy and life you brought to Woodstone. Something that wasn’t there even when Hetty was alive. 

Hetty knew that if she were to allow you to come back with her, you would never leave. You’d never grow into the person that you are destined to be. Stifling your growth would be worse than breaking your heart. At least in Hetty’s eyes, it would be. As selfish as Hetty wants to be, she has to let you go. At least this way it doesn’t cause either of you pain you would remember. 

“Hetty?” I ask, “Hetty, what happened that day when I crossed the boundary?”

Hetty’s mind flashes back to that day. Her stomach is twisted in knot as she replays the image of you layed on the floor being worked on my paramedics. The feeling of losing you so intense it makes her spin even now. Hetty takes a shuddering breath before she finds the words to speak. 

“It was a very painful ordeal to watch. It all happened so fast. I woke up to noise downstairs, and I saw you being carried in. You stopped breathing,” Hetty stops her voice too shaky to continue.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to continue,” I say taking her hand. 

 “What did it feel like for you?” Hetty asks.

“I didn’t feel a lot really. Apparently, the reason I felt so crappy before is because my soul, or what was left of it, was trying to attach to Woodstone. Since the other part was here, when I crossed the boundary I cam here. This is the place where-”

“Where the girl pushed you. Riley told me after I had asked,” Hetty says, “It’s okay you don’t have to talk about it,” Hetty says. 

She pauses for a moment, and then continues,“So this was inevitable, you would have had to cross the boundary at some point.” 

“Yeah I guess so,” I respond.

“And I’m at the hospital now?” I ask already knowing the answer. I just want the confirmation that I’m still alive. 

“In a coma,” Hetty nods, “I only found you because we did a reverse seance,”

“A reverse seance?” I ask. 

“The ghosts sent me to you instead of asking you to come back. We were afraid that if your soul came back to Woodstone it would be trapped as a soul forever. This whole ghost thing can be very tricky,” Hetty laughs before her lips go back to being pressed in a fine line. 

At some point we find ourselves sitting, and I watch as Hetty draws mindless shapes in the sand. 

“I can’t remember the last time I played with sand,” Hetty says a bit amused by her own actions. 

I watch her a little longer before speaking up again. 

“You’re not going to let me come back with you, are you? I ask looking at her. 

“You are a woman who can make her own decisions, but I would advise against it,” Hetty says not looking up from the drawings. 

I don’t respond. My mind wanders to the possibilities that lay infront of me. I lean against Hetty and she wraps her arm around me.

“If you could leave Woodstone, what would you do? What would you be?” I ask. 

Hetty's smiles at the question, her eyes staring out into the distance as she ponders her answer. 

Hetty laughs softly before saying, “Here’s something I haven’t told you. I used to design dresses. I never made them, but with drawing skills, I could sketch some of the best designs. I had a few of them made, and I wore them. It felt nice to have original works that no one else could get their grubby little hands on,” 

I laugh at the last comment. 

“I think you would be a great designer,” I say. 

—--

“When did you first know you liked me?” I ask. 

“I’ve always liked you,” Hetty says smiling. 

“I mean romantically,” I say nudging her, and Hetty laughs. 

“Well, I remember seeing you for the first time. That was the first time I think my heart skipped a beat without it being cocaine-related,” Hetty says, “I think I knew I liked you when we would go on our walks together or when we would have our moments alone. I looked forward to those moments more than I would have cared to admit in the past. I knew I was in love with you the night we danced. When I had you in my arms…I think about that moment all the time. Especially since that is when we first kissed. I knew from that moment that I was head over heels in love with you.”

“When did you know you liked me? Hetty asks me this time. 

“I’ve always liked you,” I reply grinning. 

“Using my words against me I see,” Hetty smirks. 

“I knew I liked you the moment I laid eyes on you. I fell for you literally, and you caught me. I saw our forever in your eyes,” I lean in closer to her laying my head on her shoulder.

“You are rather clumsy,” She says matter of factly leaning into me. 

“Hey!” I say in self defense, and we both laugh. The laughing dies down and gives way to silence. The sound of the water and wind rustling the leaves the only things making noise. 

“What are you going to choose?” Hetty asks looking at me this time. 

“I’m not sure,” I reply softly,  “Hetty I don’t want to lose you.” 

Tears begin to fall down my face, and I bite my lip to keep from sobbing. 

“You won’t lose me. I promise you won’t lose me. No matter what memories may be lost, we’ll still have each other someway,” Hetty says wiping the tear from my face, “My love is so strong for you. Though you won’t remember me, and I won’t remember you my love will always be there. I can feel it.”

Hetty has to fight back tears herself, “I’ll be the sun that kisses warmth on your skin, I’ll be the clearest day when the rain is done. Not even a shake of an earthquake could break my love. That’s how strong my…our love is. We’ll find a way to each other again. In some other lifetime, we’ll be together. I know it,” 

Hetty leans in, and I do the same. Our lips meet in a kiss. This kiss is different. It is uplifting and heartbreaking at the same time. Filled with sweet memories and regrets. We pour ourselves into kiss grasping for just a bit more of each other before the inevitable happens. We hold on to the other almost afraid to let the other one go. I break away from the kiss and look at Hetty. 

“I love you,” I say

“I love you too,” Hetty says

—----

In some other life - June 2025

We walk inside the shop, the bell above the door sounding above us. We are greeted warmly by the staff, and given complimentary glasses of champagne. Movement at the top of the stairs brings our attention in that direction. A striking pair of blue eyes meet mine. I feel as if the air has been sucked out of the room, and my heart skips a beat. I take in the woman’s appearance.

Curly red hair, piled into a messy bun with a pencil sticking out from it. They are dressed in black slacks and a dark teal top. A string of pearls around her neck. A tape measure hanging carefully from her fingers.

There is something familiar about her, but I can’t place it. I hate that feeling when you think you’ve seen someone before, but you know you haven’t. I’m brought from thoughts as the woman descends the final step and walks over to us. 

“Welcome to House of Woodstone, I am the Lady of the House, Henrietta, but you can call me Hetty.”

Nadine and Riley both introduce themselves taking her hand in greeting. 

Hetty gets to me, and my heart flutters again. 

“You must be, (y/n),” 

I’ve gone mute, and I can only nod. I’ve never been rendered speechless by such beauty before. She outstretches her hand, and I take it in greeting. 

“Her skin is so soft, and she smells of bergamot, my favorite,” I think to myself

“Well (y/n), we must get you fitted for your dress,” Hetty says placing a hand on the small of my back to lead me into the dressing room. I try to fight the blush that threatens to overtake my cheeks at the gesture.

The blushing gets harder to fight when her hands work on the dress. I feel like I may die just by her being this close to me. I feel the warmth of her hands as she smooths over parts of the dress. 

“We’re going to get some more champagne, we are all out,” Nadine says taking Riley with her. Hetty and I acknowledge their departure before Hetty goes back to working on the dress. 

“Why don’t you try walking in it for me,” Hetty says. 

I nob taking some of the dress in my hand to have room for my feet. Ofcourse in my clumsy nature I trip trying to come down from the raised platform. Before I hit the floor, I’m wrapped in a pair of strong arms. 

“Clumsy?” Hetty says. 

“Awfully so,” I reply as he helps me into an upright position. Her hands rest on my hips, and I steady myself, resting a hand on her arm. 

“We’re back! We got the whole bottle this time,” Nadine announces. 

Hetty and I move from each other quickly as if we had been scalded by the other’s touch. Hetty clears her throat and gestures for me to walk. 

“Well seeing you don’t have trouble walking in the dress, I think the final alterations will be quite simple,”

“Did she ask about the bust?” Nadine says sitting on the couch.

“The bust?” Hetty asks, quirking an eyebrow up. 

“Don’t listen to her,” I say quickly. 

“No please do. She is a little shy, but we both think,” Nadine gestures between herself and Riley, “That she has a killer rack and it should be displayed but you know tastefully. Is there a way to help accentuate that,”

“Please forgive her she’s had too much champagne I think” I  apologize.

Hetty turns to me a look a mischief in her eyes before turning to Nadine, “Yes, I think I can do that. Especially if we-” 

I nearly choke on my spit when I feel Hetty’s hands on my under bust. She does some more adjusting, and I am practically squirming. I exhale sharply when her hands come to adjust my chest a bit. 

“Are you comfortable with this?” Hetty asks a faint look of concern in her eyes. 

“No, no I’m fine. It’s just uh I’m not used to dress fittings.  I’m just a little flustered, but I’m fine. Keep going,” I say and then I realize my words, “ I mean-”

“I know what you mean,” That mischievous gleam is back in her eyes. 

Once she finishes we all look in the mirror.

“How’s this?” Hetty asks. 

“It’s perfect! The cleavage is impeccable. My mouth is watering already,” Nadine laughs

I groan to myself. This is the last time I allow Nadine to come with dress shopping. 

“Well, I would hate for a killer rack to go to waste,” Hetty says her hand lingers a bit on the exposed skin of my shoulder. She winks at me in the mirror, and I feel weak-kneed again. I take the glass of champagne from the table next to me, and I down it one go. I’m a goner. 

I look to Riley and Nadine, and the two of them are walking amongst themselves. I don’t they’ve noticed anything, especially the flirting. 

“I’ll have the dress ready for you by tomorrow,” Hetty whispers to me before leaving the room. I can’t help but watch her walk away, and I do not fight staring at the extra swing in her hips as she leaves. 

—--

The Ball - Still June 2025

The night of the ball is more exhausting than I thought. Meeting and talking to people I really do not have much interest in. The only person I can think of right now is Hetty, and her eyes. The feel of her hands and the sound of her voice. 

I press my drink to my chest, hoping the chill of the glass will help fight the warmth I feel. 

“The dress looks like it was made for you,” A voice says from behind. 

I turn around to thank the person, and to my surprise it’s Hetty. 

“Hi, Henrietta, sorry I mean Hetty,” My cheeks flush, and I kick myself for stumbling over my words.

“It’s okay…” She pauses,” I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I quite like the way you say my full name,”

“I’ll admit. I also like the way you say mine,” I add,”  I love the dress too.”

“I’m glad you do,” She smiles and I do the same, “ I never thought I would make a dress for an heiress,” 

“Aren’t you one?”

“You’ve done your research,” She says a bit impressed, “It’s different when it’s a new silhouette.” 

We stand in silence watching the room and the people in it. I rack my brain to find something…anything to say. I’ve never been rendered speechless by someone before, and it is awfully frustrating. 

“So…” Hetty says breaking the silence. 

“So…” I repeat trying to find something to say to fight the awkwardness in the air. I could facepalm myself for how dumb I must sound. 

“Where is your girlfriend?” Hetty asks before taking a sip from her wine glass. 

“Girlfriend?” I ask.  I look at her and I notice her cheeks turn pink. 

“The woman you came to the dress shop with,” She says casually 

“Nadine?” I ask. 

She nods. 

 “Oh no, she’s not my girlfriend just a friend that is a girl. She is very flirty with and without alcohol,” I clarify. 

Hetty tries not to react strongly to the news that you may be single after all. She schools her features and prepares herself for the next question.

“My apologies, I assumed that since she called looking for a dress for you that you two were together,” Hetty clears her throat before continuing, “And the boy? Is he a friend that happens to be a boy?”

“Yes, in fact he is,” I reply with a small smile. 

Hetty gives an internal utterance of gratitude. Again silence overtakes the both of you, but neither of seem to mind in this moment. You both enjoy each other’s company even if words aren’t being exchanged. 

Hetty can’t describe the feeling she has just by standing next to you. She tries hard not stare, and keeps her eyes trained on the others in the room. 

The orchestra begins to play, and I immediately recognize the tune. Lana Del Rey’s rendition of Once Upon A Dream. 

“I must be feeling very bold tonight, but would you like to dance?” Hetty asks extending her hand for me to take. A feeling of nervousness overtakes Hetty as she realizes that you could say no. That she could have been overstepping a bit. 

I look at the outstretched hand.

“Yes, I would. I have to tell you that I am not well versed in the art,” I reply

“It’s okay, I’ll lead,” Hetty says

I try to fight the butterflies in my stomach that flutter when Hetty places my hand on her waist and then places her hand on my waist. Her other hand skates down my forearm, and I gasp softly at the sensation. Her other hand slips into mine easily, and we begin to waltz with the rest of the crowd. We move around the room as if we are the only ones here. 

The air feels heavy, and the tension around us could be cut with a knife. 

“I have been trying to recall where I know you from. You seem awfully familiar,” Hetty says 

“As do you,” I say, “I have never felt a strong connection with someone I’ve just met before. ” I say.

She smiles, “Neither have I.”

As we dance we prattle places we could have seen each other, but nothing rings a bell for the other.

“Are you single?” I ask. 

Hetty smirks at the question. Her tongue darting out to quickly dance across her lips. My breath hitches at the sight. I breathe sharply through my nose, and I tear my eyes away from her lips. 

“I am,” Hetty says matter-of-factly. 

She looks me in the eye, and I am thankfully she has a decent grip on me otherwise I’m sure my clumsy feet would have the best of me again. She pulls me in closer closing in any of the remaining gap between us. I’m not sure who’s heart could be the one hammering. 

Her eyes look to my lips, back to my eyes, and then my lips again. 

“May I be bold once more?” Hetty asks. 

“Please,” I reply.

Her lips meet mine, and it feels like my soul has finally found its missing piece. The cliches about the feelings of true love’s kiss finally make sense. My world finally makes sense. To anyone else, we would look like a couple instead of two practically strangers. 

The kiss breaks, we are in public after all. 

“I apologize, I have never been so forward before,” Hetty says 

“No it’s okay. I wish I would have been as forward,” I say hoping she doesn’t leave.

“Are you sure we haven’t met before?” Hetty asks again. 

“Maybe in some other life,” I say. 

Hetty smiles, kissing my lips again before continuing to lead the dance. I hum the lyrics and laugh to myself at the irony and slight accuracy of the lyrics. 

But if I know you, I know what you’ll do

You’ll love me at once

The way you did once upon a dream

-Fin-

A/N: Ah the final installment! I should probably get to work on the other stories huh?

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UNFINISHED BUSINESS

pairing. sasappis x ghost!reader

summary. (requested) as the two youngest ghosts at woodstone, you and sasappis understood each other and your laundry lists of unfinished business. at the top of the list for both of you? falling in love

warnings. dead!reader, fem!reader, mentions of death, sad sasappis, happy ending!!

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“Good morning!” you greeted cheerfully as you entered the living room where the rest of the ghosts were hanging out, lounging and waiting for today’s adventure to spring to life. Usually, when you awoke, you could gauge how the day would go from the looks on their faces. More often than not, they were a little bored as they awaited to see what Sam and Jay had on the agenda for the day, but today was slightly different. When you greeted them, the looks on their faces were a mix of boredom, worry, and confusion. 

“There you are,” Hetty said, standing up with a small huff. “Is Sasappis with you?” 

You furrowed your brows. “No, why?” 

“We not know where he is. We thought he with you,” Thorfinn said, looking slightly distressed at his seemingly missing friend. 

It wasn’t possible though for Sasappis to be missing. If he had been sucked off, or passed on to whatever awaited you after ghosthood, someone would have seen it. And it wasn’t like ghosts could wander off the property. You thought for a moment, longer than it should have taken you to realize just where Sass had run off too. 

“I’ll get him,” you said, starting toward the back door. The other ghosts began following you, but you paused and turned to look at them. “Um, maybe I should talk to him first.” 

You hadn't known Sass the longest, not by a couple hundred years, but the two of you had bonded as the youngest ghosts to haunt Woodstone. All of them had unfinished business, that’s why you all were stuck in the mansion, but you and especially Sass had so much unfinished business that it felt overwhelming at times. That was when you’d each need to get away from everything to mull it over. But as you quickly learned, mulling it over alone was even more isolating. Then, one day you stumbled upon Sass sitting alone by the large pond on the property. From that point on, whenever the two of you felt extra jaded about your untimely deaths, you’d find yourself by the lake with each other, slightly soothed by each other's company. 

There were protests from the other ghosts, except Thor. He knew Sass the best since they had been dead together the longest. He stepped forward and placed a heavy hand on your shoulder, offering you a nod before he turned around and did his best to explain to the others why it was best that you go speak to Sass first. While he did that, you slipped outside and headed toward the lake. 

You found Sass in his usual spot, with his feet pulled up to his chest and his chin resting on his knees. 

“Hey,” you greeted quietly, as to not scare him, before you sat down beside him on the slightly overgrown grass. 

He offered you a weak smile in return before his gaze returned to the rippling water. The rising sun glittered across the surface and it bathed everything in a warm orange glow. 

“Everyone was worried about where you ran off too,” you said. “I think they thought you got sucked off or something.” 

Sass shook his head. “Like that’ll happen.” The edge in his voice made you frown. “I’m never leaving this place.” 

“You don’t know that,” you said, gently. 

He laughed bitterly. “I’ve been here 500 years and still have unfinished business. I don’t think I’ll ever finish it all. It's not like it was one thing I wanted to do; I had everything left to do.” And it wasn’t fair. All of the ghosts at Woodstone had potential in their lives, lots of it, but died before they reached it. But Sass, one of the youngest at the mansion, had his whole life ahead of him. He had hardly started it before he passed, and after five hundred years it was probably hard to see a point of even trying to continue completing any unfinished business in a world so different than the one you’d been alive in. 

There was little you could say to make him feel better. Instead, you scooted closer to him and placed an arm around his shoulder. Like second nature, he shifted his head from his knees onto your shoulder, melting into your side as you both kept your gaze on the lake. You stayed like that together for a while, until the sun had risen, and the sky was a brilliant, cloudless blue. Only after that did he lift his head and turn towards you with a small, sheepish smile on his lips as he rubbed his eyes. 

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I didn't mean to dump that all on you. I just…” he trailed off with a sigh. “It’s just nice having someone who understands.” 

You brushed a couple of rouge pieces of hair from his forehead and smiled. “Don’t apologize. That’s what I’m here for. We both have unfinished business, a lot of it, but at least we died on the same property. I think that makes up for some of it, us getting to be…friends.” Friends didn’t quite feel like the right word. What you and Sass had was more than just friendship, it was a connection that no one else really understood. You were still practically just kids who had died on the verge of their lives starting and you were trying to figure it out.

Sass’s expression became unreadable for a moment before it turned into a small smile. “Yeah. Friends.” He stood up and offered you his hand before pulling you to his feet. Together, you walked back to the mansion, where Sass was swept up in whatever daily plan the other ghosts had to keep their boredom at bay. You, however, broke off from the group and found yourself in front of the series of photographs that Sam had put up along the upstairs hallway. She said it was a little homage to the ghosts of Woodstone, some of them anyway. She had found old photographs abandoned in the basement from the many lifetimes of Woodstone. There was a family portrait of Hetty that Sam had smartly cropped in the frame not to include Elias. There was a photo of Alberta on stage and a hand-drawn photo of Isaac and his regiment that Jay found for a couple bunks on something called E-Bay. It was sweet, you thought. There was even a photograph of you when you were a little girl at your aunt's wedding that took place at Woodstone ages ago. In the picture, you stared up at the bride with a stary gaze full of admiration and hope that one day you’d fall in love and have a wedding of your own. 

The list of your unfinished business was long, but near the top of the list was to fall in love. You’d come close in your lifetime, a couple of times, but you had died before anyone became serious enough to plan a wedding. As a ghost, you still sometimes felt like the little girl in the photograph, captured by the idea of love with a dream to feel it yourself. As foolish as it was, you still held out hope that it would still happen to you. How, you weren’t sure. But the large and bleeding heart of the little girl you had once been still existed inside of you, underneath cobwebs. 

“There you are,” a voice came from behind you. “We’re about to play charades.” 

You threw a glance over your shoulder as Sasappis approached you, seemingly in better spirits than earlier. “I might pass today,” you replied. 

He stepped in line beside you, nervously playing with the beads on his clothing out of habit. “I didn’t bum you out earlier, did I? Because I’m sorry if I did-” 

You cut him off with a shake of his head. “Stop apologizing for how you feel, Sass” 

“Sorry-” You shot him a look and he sighed, hanging his head. “What I mean is, I didn’t want my bad mood to rub off on you.” 

“There was a lot on both of our lists,” you said, earning a slightly confused look from him. “Our list of unfinished business. There was a lot we both wanted to do. I really wanted to fall in love like my aunt in this picture. Look how happy she looks.” Your aunt was practically glowing beside her partner, dressed in white with a look of pure admiration and love that one could feel radiating off of the framed photo. 

He gazed at the photo for a moment. “You looked happy too.” 

“I was. I remember that the whole day here felt like a dream. That’s why I came back a couple of years later. I didn’t know I’d end up dying here. though.” 

After a beat of silence, Sass said, “It was on my list too, falling in love. Well, technically I was but I was too scared to tell her. Then I died and that was that.”

“Looks like we both fell short there, huh,” you said, laughing breathily in an attempt to lighten the mood. 

Sass’s brows furrowed and he pressed his lips together in a thin line as he stared at a spot on the floor for a prolonged moment. “Maybe…Or…” He snapped his gaze upwards, falling onto you. “Can I say something that might be, uh, a little crazy?” 

You smiled. “We’re ghosts living in a haunted house, Sass. There isn’t much you can say that could be crazier than that.” 

“I wouldn’t say that yet,” he muttered under his breath, but you still heard it. He turned his body toward you and rolled his shoulders back. “I missed my chance when I was alive to tell someone I liked them. I was scared and a little bit of a coward. But, you know, I’ve had five hundred years to think about what I would have done differently if I ever liked someone again. But I never thought it would actually happen.” He spoke quickly like he was trying to push out his thoughts before they got too jumbled inside his head. Even as he took a quick breath, there wasn’t enough time for you to say anything before he started again. “And maybe this isn’t…I don’t know. Maybe it’s a long shot and a stupid one. Maybe you just see me as a friend and that’s fine. But I,” his breath caught in his throat for a moment as his gaze fell off of you. “I like you.” 

Your eyes widened at his admission; speechless and breathless. You body moved without help from your brain as you stepped right in front of Sass and placed on hand on the side of his face, getting him to look at you. His eyes were swarmed with unease and nervousness, like the young kid he was and not a five-hundred-year-old ghost. 

“Really?” you asked, voice just above a whisper. He nodded. Your lips curled up in a smile. “I like you too.” 

He let out a breath in relief and matched your smile for only a moment before his arms encircled your waist and pulled you in closer before he pressed his lips for you. You hugged your arm around his neck and kissed him back like you had silently wanted to do for years. 

The kiss was short but sweet, as it was interrupted by a hardy laugh that startled both of you. “Thor knew it!” You both spun around to see all of the ghosts as they made their way to the usual room for charades. 

“About time,” Hetty scoffed. 

You gazed back at your photograph and smiled brightly at the little girl. You had been wrong. Not all of your unfinished business had to stay unfinished. Perhaps there were things you weren’t to accomplish in death just as the things you had accomplished in life. 

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

CBS Ghosts 4x12 Live Reaction

So the episode title for this one is really, really long.

So, I'm going to call it: Flower's Disastrous Galentine's Day :)

LOL Male Number 28???

Flower recruited them. WOW.

He can talk to Moon Rock??? And he gets the outside.

OMG. Sticks and badgers? OMG.

Isaac - management. right.

This not a great team. Jay's opening is 2/13/2025?

Aw Trevor. You all get to go.

OMG Trevor - the REVERSE of the Diner Party!

Wow, Sass.

Thor's cool with it.

Woohoo!

I love that this is a reverse of DP. Go Trevor!! It's awesome that Isaac's rewarding him with this power :)

Oh man, imagine if they could hear the ghosts.

OMG Jay is just prompting Flower's memory. Love it.

Bela's excited!

LOL Flower is teaching Thor Spanish.

I love that Sam's just like - yeah no, Flower. :)

Side note - all this about the Restaurant - have we forgotten about the B&B???

LOL Hetty is trying to manipulate Issac into giving her his spot.

We know Isaac!

Wow, Hetty. That's impressive.

Flower's frustrated and goes to the Basement Ghosts!

OMG THEIR GHOST POWERS???

Trevor is so cute.

YES! I love Trevor and Hetty going back and forth like this! I love Trevor being able to go toe to toe with her.

Trevor's never been the one against the Irish Hetty, that's you!

Aww he's sour about the breakup. Hetty's so shocked.

I would've liked it better if he did it because of DP. it would be very circular.

Neal is after Bela. I like him better than Eric.

"It would be more impactful if you could hear me."

OMFG I'm dying!

Bad Flower!

They can give people Cholera! HOLY SHIT. Powerful!

The ghosts really do ruin their lives sometimes.

That's the good news?

Dark Silver Linings.

Bela's helpful at least.

OOOOOH the sunset already! SHIT!!

Sam is just letting loose. Awwww, now I feel for Flower - oh, no, wait.

LOL "May I sit or am I banned from tables."

Aw. Trevor, you're so cute. <3 He misses his friend. Which I guess means that they are friends!

Hetty said she's sorry! That's nice.

Power Friends?

I love it! This could be fun! (As long as they actually do something with it).

Sam relents too fast. Even if Sad Flower is sad.

Pete, please stop.

Aww, Sass and Alberta are so sweet.

I feel like Mark needs to know how this works with the ghosts.

Bela! Jay! BAD!

Hetty is like "This is reserved for us" = BASEMENT BUDDIES and Power Friends.

I'm impressed by the crowd!

And the ghosts helping! <3

OMG Isaac!

"Wow, there's really nothing Sam won't do for us!"

Cute.

He's blaming Lettuce??? OMG Isaac!

"We're still following lows this fool made" - Love you Alberta.

"Wow these guys believe anything" - this coming from Flower. WOW.

Overall, I think I enjoyed the episode :)

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AU time incoming!

H-Money au where they’re musicians.

-Hetty is a rapper in an all female rap group called Ghosts with her best friends Alberta “Bertie” Haynes and Susan “Flower Power” Montero. She’s a huge role model for young girls, showing that yes, you can be older and have fun! She will defend her friends from dickheaded talk show hosts and creepy fans.

-Meanwhile Trevor is the guitarist for a pop punk band called Jump Cut with the douchey Lehman crew, who take inspiration from Simple Plan and Stretch Princess. They’re about as punk as Blink-182 post Enema of The State. He’s the pretty boy who can shred on guitar.

-They meet at a party in a bathroom when Hetty is trying to calm down and Trevor is hiding from Stephanie Douglass, a bratty up and coming pop star who’s obsessed with him.

-They hook up and manage to keep it under wraps, in due thanks to Ghosts’ incredible PR guy, Issac! Who just so happens to be in love with English rocker Nigel Chessum.

Other stuff:

Abby does exist, she’s very well hidden from the public.

Trevor eventually leaves Jump Cut because he doesn’t wanna be around those assholes, Hetty made him realize that. Eventually he forms a band with Sass and Patience called The Good Die Young, which is still very pop rock.

(CW for suicide): Hetty wears a choker all the time because she tried killing herself via a phone cord when she was 42 and found out Thomas tried to poison Alberta.

-Trevor, Flower and Thor used to be in a band called Flower and The Ts when they were all in high school.

Should I add more?

[ratnix]

As a fan of both the CBS and the BBC version, I'd like to spend a moment and appreciate both of them and talk about some things that I like, enjoy and appreciate about each version and some things that I think one version does better than the other without trying to bring the other down💚

- One thing I appreciate about the BBC version is the non-romantic relationship between the ghosts. As an aroace, it always bugged me how the CBS ghosts fell in love so quickly and it just seemed...forced. Isaac and Nigel have to be the only CBS couple that actually feels like a couple while the rest are just...there. Thor and Flower, sure, maybe I can understand this one too but Trevor and Hetty and Pete and Alberta (not a couple but Pete has a crush on her) are just dumb and pointless. On the other hand, you can feel the platonical relationship between the BBC ghosts -not saying that the CBS ghosts aren't good friends, but the BBC ghosts feel like they've spent an eternity with one another. The BBC ghosts work better as a group while the CBS ghosts work better as individuals

- I really like Jay's relationship with the ghosts. Where Mike is "oh ghosts", Jay is "oh ghosts☺️". Calling them "invisible friends", asking if Hetty's okay after she left his body, proposing that Sam should help Thor with his nightmares. He's literally Pete's bff! Wanting to play D&D with him, both of them making references to things they both enjoy. I mean, Jay's first instinct when he thought he could see ghosts was to hug Pete

- I actually don't have an issue with the CBS version revealing the ghosts' death soon. I mean, it's not even soon. It made sense that Flower would be the first ghost in the first minutes to reveal her death because she's Flower. Even in the BBC version, from the first episodes we can get an idea on how Julian died because of the no pants and and how Fanny died from screaming when falling from the window. Season 3 hasn't come out and we still don't know how Hetty or Sass died -we know that Sass died the day he was going to tell his first story but we don't know how. As for Hetty, I'm thinking it might have to do with overdose given the amount of drugs she took that she didn't know we're harming her. The mystery aspect of their deaths in the UK version ties with the more "haunting" atmosphere of the show whereas the US one is "sunnier", which isn't a bad thing at all! Alberta's death was a mystery and the reveal with Hetty knowing the truth all along was gasp worthy

- It bugs me when people say that the US version is a copy of the UK one because, a)that's... that's what an adaptation is. The Office is an adaptation of the UK office but no one really cares? B) Aside from Pat/Pete's storyline, I can't see any other similar subplots other than their "main" aspect. Hetty and Fanny are the conservative ladies of the house, Sass and Thomas are the artists, Flower and Kitty have bubbly personalities, Robin and Thor are the oldest ghosts who speak broken English. Sure, Trevor and Julian both died without their pants on but both are pretty distinct from each other. Isaac and the Captain are the closeted soldiers but both of their storylines take different paths. All of the characters are different, with different personalities, interests etc. If the US version had carbon copy characters of the UK one, people would, justifiably, call it a copy but even now where the characters are very different they're still calling it one. They compliment and parallel each other without being the same

- The BBC version follows a more "creepy" tone, if that's the correct way of saying it, with a haunted atmosphere and that's cool. The CBS version follows a more sitcom-y tone with a more cheering atmosphere and that's also cool! No need saying one's superior than the other

- I think Crash was kinda pointless? They wanted to make a Humphrey but it didn't really work. He's not even a ghost that's there, unlike Humphrey who had a role and contributed to the story

Feel free to add your own opinions 💚

[meet-me-in-the-pouringrain]

okay so i just posted about an AU of sorts where the Ghosts can be seen by kids who come stay in the BnB. (Here)

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So, it becomes like a sort of secondary power and it’s the older ghosts (+ Alberta) who can be seen by the kids. Pete can on the very very rare occasion because his arrow scares the crap out of kids but he’s also very paternal so it’s a weird balance.

I like to think they can’t usually be seen during the day. There’s some forces at play which only make the ghosts visible when they’re needed.

Thor, who as we know Hetty could see, can be seen the most often by the kids. He regularly appears just as the kids begin feeling scared in the manor at night or they’ve awoken from the nightmare. He stands guard for them, makes them feel safe and protected like he did for Hetty.

Speaking of whom, Hetty can be seen by babies and toddlers. Solely. A kid over the age of 2 cannot spot the Lady of the House. Babies will quiet down when they see her both fascinated and comforted. She starts, like Thor, watching over them while they sleep and speaking softly to them. The next morning, a toddler will point to a portrait of Hetty and cry “Hatty!” With a smile.

Sass, similar to Thor, appears to kids who are frightened or cannot get to sleep for any reason. He sits and tells them tales to sooth them to sleep. I like to think there was a Lenape Native family staying once because they were tracing their roots and Sass stayed up all night with a 7yr old telling them all about the tribe and their folklore.

Isaac is autistic to me and because of that, he appears to autistic kids who are having a tough time adjusting or LGBTQ adolescents. With the autistic kids, he sits and talks their special interest with them (on occasion it’s history and he’s able to share his Revolutionary War memories to someone who’s actually listening). When he appears to LGBTQ kids, he offers some advice on coming out or being accepting of yourself.

Alberta appears to kids who are having a tough personal time. Especially when a kid is getting bullied. I like to think she makes kids realise their worth. (And get revenge ideas but Sam doesn’t need to know that)

Whenever Pete appears, it’s because a kid needs a stern talking to (Dad Vibes) or because they need help with some pine trooper stuff. A kid once broke one of Hetty’s antique clocks in the sitting room in a tantrum and Pete yells “Hey! Cut it out!” And suddenly he’s visible and there’s an arrow in his neck and the kid is crying and it’s chaos.

I can think of maybe one occasion where Trevor appears to a young girl who had an argument with her dad and Trevor goes full Girl Dad Mode and is able to resolve the situation. But that’s the only occasion he’s ever been able to do it.

I can’t think of any occasion where Flower can be seen i’ll be so real.

This all becomes a competition between the ghosts and they made sam keep a tally on who’s winning. (Thor is)