#sasappis x reader

[roanofarcc]

CBS GHOSTS FANFICTION + more

requests are open

TREVOR LEFKOWITZ

ghost bride!reader

AN UNFAMILIAR PATH. You and Trevor take a walk and he starts to break down your walls piece by piece.

UNVEILED. 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.

ONE DACE, PLEASE? since your death, weddings at Woodstone have been a source of bitterness for you but that doesn’t stop trevor from attempting to cheer you up with a dance

LOVING SLOWLY. a quiet moment between you and trevor lead to a step even further in the right direction. 

alive!reader

THE ONE. It would have been fun if you would’ve been the one.

THE OLD FASHIONED WAY. You had always regarded your ability to see ghosts as odd, until you met Sam and her eclectic group of ghosts.  

A MOMENT IN THE IMPOSSIBLE. near death experience sometimes gave people the ability to see and communicate with ghosts. what you did know was what a second near death experience meant for your ghostly communication, but you were about to find out. 

AN OFFERING. you stay at woodstone in hopes of reconnecting with an old and dead best friend

ghost!reader

PICK ME UP. Flirting was certainly not your strong suit, but your boyfriend found your flirty fumbles rather endearing. 

LIKE THE MOVIES. being from the 1950s, you had missed the fad of 1990s romantic comedies. luckily you had a ghost-mate with an odd knowledge of movies and eternity on your hands. after binging countless romcoms with trevor, you’re inspired to ask him out in a very 90s fashion

SLOW DANCE. during a holiday party at the mansion, you and trevor share a slow dance

LOATHING. being stuck in the afterlife came with certain rules, one of which was to be civil with your ghost-mates for the sake of everyone’s sanity. however, you and trevor couldn’t stick to that rule. you two loathed each other. or, you thought you did.

DO NOT DISBURB.  the 5 times the ghosts caught you and trevor kissing + the 1 time you two finally got some privacy

WHO ARE YOU REALLY? being an icon of your time, cemented in history and remembered for your work on the silver screen was a dream come true. while having fame and fortune was a blessing, everyone had only seen you as a starlet. no one bothered to dig a little deeper, look a little closer at all of you and not just the polished pieces. that was, until you met trevor.

TO THE POINT. you were an unexpected change of events, not interested in playing a game of cat and mouse with trevor, but rather being forward with him. you completely threw off his game, and he loved it.

CLUELESS. when it’s clear that neither you nor trevor will make a move on each other, the other woodstone inhabitants take matters into their own hands

PETE MARTINO

ghost!reader

WING-MAN. in an attempt to help pete woo alberta, you realize your feelings for him may stretch a bit beyond friendship. 

LAZY, LOVELY DAY. a lazy afternoon spent with pete and star wars.

WHAT WE DESERVE. pete can’t seem to wrap his mind around your affectionate nature, especially when you aim that affection on him

SASASPPIS

ghost!reader

UNFINISHED BUSINESS. 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

STARGAZING. stargazing with sasappis.

BEDTIME STORIES. sass tells you stories to help you fall asleep

SEVEN MINUTES. while sam and jay are away on a weekend vacation, trevor decides to teach the ghosts party games he played in high school, which leads to you and sass being forced to spend seven minutes in heaven

UNDER THE MISTLETOE. per the holiday season, jay decides to hang mistletoe around the mansion, unknowingly pushing two ghosts closer together

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. when nightmares of your death come back to haunt you, sass is there to keep you from spiraling.

PEACE. being somewhat new to the afterlife left you hanging on the outside of things. you liked the quiet and to keep to yourself. and despite sass history, he found himself interested in your quiet nature.

ALL’S FAIR. sass has been out of the dating game for a long time and feels utterly unprepared to ask out the cute ghost girl, jessica. he asks you for help, and despite your feelings for him, you offer to help him out with a practice date.

RIBBONS & STRINGS. one perk of the afterlife was having died with your guitar; it was your outlet to deal with, well, everything. but when you can’t think of any lyrics, you find shared inspiration with sass

SHADOWLESS. your untimely death had occurred moments before you were supposed to fall asleep for a peaceful nights slumber. because of that, you had the worst time falling asleep nearly every night until sass notices and decided to offer you some comfort.

FAMILY TIES. when your family comes to visit Woodstone, your final resting place, it kicks up a whirlwind of emotions, but sass is there to comfort you.

SOUL TIES. your ghostly form is attached to a ring, which moves you at the will of its alive handler. which is all fun and games until the lost ring is then tossed in the pond, dragging you down with it. 

TALK FAST. your ability to ramble on and on usually got you chastised or ignored, but there one person who hangs on ever word

ghost bride!reader

TILL DEATH DO WE PART (KIND OF). the afterlife wouldn’t have been too bad if you hadn’t accidentally killed yourself along with your no-good husband. now you were stuck with a bitter taste in your mouth and his voice in your ear. luckily, the band of ghosts at woodstone favored you over him. 

sass x reader hcs

pre-established relationship + an adopted ghost kid

alive!reader

SEE ME NOT. you never thought your ability to see ghosts would be useful until you stumbled upon a job at the Woodstone B&B. PART 2!

CRUSHIN’. is having a crush on a person who doesn’t know you exist a bit pathetic, sure. but that wasn’t going to stop sass. 

dead pirate!reader

ROUGH SEAS. you and sass had a long history, having known each other before your deaths. you had thought there were decades of underlying feelings between the two of you, but when a new ghost starts hanging around woodstone and catches sass’s eye, you wonder if it had all been in your head. 

THORFINN

A NEW YORK SIX. after hearing you talk about your ex-boyfriend you had when you were alive, thor tries to mimic what he believes you liked in a partner. but there was nothing you liked more than thor just being himself. 

HETTY

THE WAY ITS SUPPOSED TO BE.  after hetty’s husband is released from the basement vault, you catch him alone with hetty, belittling her. if anyone understood a horrible partner, it was you. but things were different now.

[p1nkm1lkslug]

i nneed him in an iv drip 😭

[trevorsimp]

Hey! I really love your fics they are fire!! I was wondering if you could do a Sasappis/male ghost reader and/or an Alberta/male ghost reader? I’m not picky on specifics I just love these two so much. Thanks! 🫶🫶

Confessions of a Confirmed Bachelor

Request: ^^^

Pairing: Sasappis x male!ghost!reader

Summary: You and Sasappis

Notes: 759 Words. confessions. mention of previous angst/undertones of past angst.

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You and Sasappis lay on the lawn of the Woodstone estate on a particularly warm summer’s day. The wind blew just right through the grass and over the two of you. You kept your eyes closed as you embraced the sun.

“Sasappis, friend, did you often find yourself bathing in the sun during your lifetime?” you asked.

“Not often,” he said, “I was usually doing something to help my family or tribe.”

You hummed, “Neither did I. Ever the eligible bachelor, I was oft up late in the night, sleeping the day away or keeping indoors. I so wish I had spent some time to warm my living flesh.”

Sasappis turned his head to look at you, “Did you enjoy partying?”

“Why yes,” you said, “The attention was magnificent. I would visit the city to visit the parties and meet the ladies out on the market. In the marriage market, when a woman came of age to be wed, her parents would doll her up and introduce her to the proper men. I would bask in their eyes, but I was not looking to be tied down. Nor did I let a young lady believe she had caught my attention. It was a pity to see them heartbroken. Oh but truth be told, if I had my way, I would have stayed unmarried for my life, my long life, and lived with my good friend Leonard.”

“Leonard?” Sasappis asked.

“He was a handsome fellow. I never went too long without finding his company, nor did I ever dare to attend a party without him. He held my hand when my heart failed me the night, from all of the cocaine he and I did before the party, I died in the manor.”

“I remember him,” Sas said, “He looked heartbroken.”

“He was my closest friend. I suppose we could have been lovers in another era… I hope he lived a long and happy life. I hope he managed to escape the draft for the Great War and live in a big house with lots of money and people who loved him.”

“Do you miss him?”

“In a sense,” you said, “I miss him fondly, but my heart does not break over him anymore. I have made a new life, afterlife, I suppose, here. I have friends and a new fancy.”

“Really?” Sasappis sat up, “Who?”

You laughed and sat up too.

“Why Sasappis, you, of course.”

“Me? Why me?”

“I thought you had noticed that I dedicated a vast majority of my time following you around for nearly the past 25 years,” you said, “You make me laugh and smile, you are a joy to be around, you always find a way to fill your day with entertainment. Sasappis… I am so enamored by you. Tell me your heart beats the same way.”

You took his hand in your gloved hand, holding it gingerly as you looked at him in earnest.

“I, I didn’t realize you felt the same way about me, Y/N,” he said, “All this time I thought you were… more like an Edwardian-era Trevor-type.”

“Oh please,” you laughed, “Trevor and I may be similar in manner but we do not have the same type.” You stopped as his words finished marinating in your ears, “You do?”

You threw yourself over Sasappis to embrace him. The two of your rolled a few times before stopping beside each other.

“Sasappis, my story-teller, where should I begin?” you asked, “With my more recent soul-crushing heart-throbbing feelings? When I realized I love you? Or the moment when I woke from ym cocaine crash out and laid my eyes on you?”

“Start from the beginning,” Sasappis said, “I want to hear it all.”

You cleared your throat, “The night was December 23, 1911. It was snowing outside, and I had just taken the very last of my cocaine. I do wish I had kept my backup tin on me, then, we might have been able to get high in the afterlife. Alas, I have just taken my last bit of cocaine. I was going back down the stairs to rejoin the party when I felt my heart seize up. I blacked out, and when I opened my eyes, standing over my corpse, I saw you. There you were, smoldering gaze and luscious long hair, standing at the top of the stairs. There were other people with you, but I only remembered the way I felt I must be in heaven to see a man so dapper waiting to greet me…”

xxx

Masterlist

[mrsmoonies]

on the second season of cbs ghosts and i need more x reader fics THERES ONLY LIKE ONE AND ITS FOR TREVOR I WANNA READ FOR ALL THE OTHER GHOSTS (especially sass hetty and thor) PUHLEASE

[victoria-dreamer4]

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.

[chickenslittl]

Chicken Little

Fallout • CBS Ghosts • NBC Grimm

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Fallout

•Hancock

•Maccready

•The Ghoul

•Preston Garvey

Taking Independence

Preston x Nora, a brief moment after taking back the Castle.

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CBS Ghosts

•Sasappis

Late Night (request)

Sass x Dorothea, a time when Patience became just a little bit too much.

Darlin’ I Only Have One Desire

And that one desire is you.

Joan coming back from a trip to Greece, later imposing herself on Sasappis’ chair-in-light-shaft time.

Misc.

Dorothea Can’t Cook

It’s how she died.

Bandit DuPont

Fem OC brain dump

Bandit and Coffee

Familiar smells bring ghosts back home

Time Cast a Spell On You

Bandit catching up on the racing season

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Grimm

•Trubel

You Look Different

Anya can’t remember anyone but her.

A Future to Plan For

A future she gets to have.

Thunder Only Happens When It’s Raining

“And she didn’t even try to kill me in broad daylight”

Loving You is Like Breathing

Getting ready with Anya and Trubel 😌

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AU

Redbull Gives You Wiiings

-Grimm/F1 AU: no Grimm stuff, Nick, Hank and Trubel are race car drivers. That’s the whole thing.

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Christmas/Holidays/New Year's Eve Masterlist

In the mood for some winter fluff? Look no further than these curated picks from my collection.

General Winter Imagines

Arthur Curry x Reader

Sweater Weather - Fluff

When it gets colder outside, the king of the sea loans you his sweater.

Jack Frost x Reader

Snowflake - Fluff, Soulmate AU

Your soulmark is a snowflake, and thus, winter easily became your favorite season. However, you have a good feeling about winter this year, a tingly feeling that makes your mark glow...

Tired of Gray - Fluff, Soulmate AU

It’s Christmas time and you’re just about sick of your gray, gray world. Luckily, your soulmate is known to visit in the winter.

Christmas/Holiday Imagines

Bernard the Elf x Reader

The Way it Was Before - Alternate Universe, Bernard exists during Escape Clause Plot, Magic!Reader, a light angst, a lot of fluff.

Something is VERY wrong this Christmas, and it seems you’re the only person in the world who remembers the way things were before. Well, almost the only person. It’s up to you and the Head Elf to save the day before Jack’s wish becomes irreversible.

Home for the Holidays - Fluff, Christmas, Santa’s Daughter!Reader

When you come home for Christmas, Bernard realizes that you’re the reincarnation of someone very dear to him.

All I Want For Christmas - Fluff, Christmas, Santa’s Daughter!Reader

Being Santa Claus’ daughter, it was only inevitable that you’d catch feelings for his head elf…

Dear Santa… - Fluff, Writer Elf!Reader

The writing department has been especially short on elves this year, and this means you find yourself responsible for writing a whole bunch of letters. Luckily, the head elf has his eye on you.

Druig x Reader

Merry Little Christmas - Fluff, Christmas, GN! Reader

Christmas with the Eternals is a little extra special this year because of a certain mind-controlling telepath…

Prince Eric (Barbie in the Nutcracker)

Real - Fluff, Christmas

After arriving back in your living room, you’re startled to find out that the previous night was real, Mouse King, Nutcracker, and all.

Home - Fluff, Christmas

The locket is supposed to take you home, but in your heart, you know you’re already there.

Steve Harrington x Reader

About Time - Fluff, Soulmate AU, Time Travel

You discover a time-traveling wormhole in your closet and a hot guy from the 80′s on the other side of it.

Steve Rogers x Reader

The Nutcracker - Fluff, Ballerina!Reader

When your winter recital finally comes around, Steve is more than happy to support you.

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Merry Christmas, Darling - Fluff, Christmas, Mutant!Reader, Gender Neutral!Reader

The Holidays are in full swing at the X Mansion, and as always, you are tasked with helping run the place. But things are a lot less dull with a certain winged mutant around.

Santa Baby - Fluff, Christmas

You use the power of invisibility to put a Santa hat on each of the X-Men. 

New Year's Eve Kisses

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2017 - Steve Harrington, Marty McFly, Edmund Pevensie, Thackery Binx, Wanda Maximoff

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2020 - Alex Vreeke (Jumanji), Jack Frost, Ben Tennyson, Diaval, Peeta Mellark

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2021 - Bernard the Elf, Bucky Barnes, Diana Prince, Killian Jones, Pietro Maximoff

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2022 - Eddie Munson, Druig, Kili, Neville Longbottom, Peter Pan

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2023 - Roronoa Zoro, Barbie, Jaime Reyes, Hank McCoy, Sasappis

[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

I think for once I’m going to have some free time this weekend. Which means I finally get to sit down and write. I’m hoping to get all of these done, but I’ll go in order of what is most wanted.

[roanofarcc]

SEE ME NOT

pairing: sasappis x alive!reader

summary: you never thought your ability to see ghosts would be useful until you stumbled upon a job at the Woodstone B&B. 

word count. 1.5k | masterlist

note: part 2 mayhaps?

Your mother had once said you had an overactive imagination; a child with vivid dreams even while awake. Your world was in technicolor, painted with characters so life-like that once you grew older and the adorable nature of imagery friends wore off, you couldn’t quite understand them. Talking to the old woman who occupied the old rocking chair on the porch or the little kid in odd clothing in the backyard became concerning instead of endearing. 

Instead of embracing the curious characters in your life, you ignored them, but they never left. Voices drifted through department stores and churches from people no one else could see beside you, all alike in bloody wounds or old age. 

It had scared you for the longest time once you had outgrown your youth, but as adulthood settled in your bones, you found it more taxing than anything. To go about life pretending that you couldn’t see a whole world hidden from normal people’s eyes got tiresome. There was an itch you refused to let yourself scratch. Conversing with ghosts would only solidify your fears and confirm the scary idea that your brain was vastly different than everyone else's. You did not need that, or, at least, you thought you didn’t. 

But one day, while browsing job listings, you came upon one for an up-and-coming bed and breakfast. The job seemed simple enough, working the front desk, resetting rooms, and helping out guests. Upon your interview at the mansion, you were instantly greeted by unknowing ghosts that inhabited the house. They were an interesting collection of ghosts, but certainly not the worst you had encountered in your lifetime. You believed it would be easy enough to ignore them and work there.  

It had for a while, too. You went about your daily duties with little trouble, hiding your smiles whenever one of the ghosts said something particularly funny and tuning them out when they were chatting away about new guests. 

One ghost in particular caught your eye, who you had learned was named Sasappis from the ghosts' conversations. He often hung around the front desk while you were working, watching the guests come and go or peering over your shoulder to see what you were gazing at on your laptop. You didn’t mind, having been around plenty of curious ghosts in your life. 

In fact, you found his presence nice. In what often sounded and looked like the chaos of the Woodstone mansion, he was more of an observer, only participating in the wildness from time to time as a means to probably keep himself entertained. 

For a while, as you worked, you believed it would always be that way. That was until you overheard a curious conversation Sam was having in the living room one evening. 

You had meant to leave, but your car was being fussy, as it always did when the weather turned cold. So, you had retreated inside to call your friend to come get you and you’d figure out your car troubles after a good night’s rest. 

“When are you gonna tell her?” A ghost’s voice sounded, who you recognized as Alberta. 

“I don’t know,” Sam replied. 

Sam. Living, breathing Sam. Confused, you crept your way through the front entrance to listen closer, thinking you were simply mishearing things. 

“She seems terribly nice; I doubt she’ll want you institutionalized,” said Hetty. 

You took another step forward, but the floorboards creaked under your feet and gave away your eavesdropping. 

“Hello?” Sam called out, causing you to wince before plastering on a fake smile as she rounded the corner to catch you. “Oh, you scared me.” 

“Sorry about that,” you breathed out, smoothing down the fabric of your jacket. “My car’s acting up, again. My friend’s on her way but it’s freezing out so I thought I’d, you know, wait in here.” 

Sam smiled sweetly, nodding in understanding before she glanced back at the living room. “I was just, uh, talking to myself.” 

You tilted your head to the side just slightly. “Were you?” The question was bold, but you were confused. From what it sounded like, Sam was talking to the ghosts that inhabited her home. Was it possible that someone else held the same oddity you did? Surely it wasn’t impossible considering you could see and speak to ghosts, but that person being your boss was more than unexpected. But also, what if you had misheard things? You couldn’t blurt out that you saw the ghosts in her home; what if she had been talking to herself and she thought you were insane and fired you? 

Sam hesitated and the ghosts walked out of the living room to see what was going on. You only looked at them for a brief moment, but it was enough for Sam to catch you. 

“Wait,” she said, shaking her head. “Did you hear…something else?” 

It was your turn to hesitate, chewing down on your lip as you contemplated biting the bullet. “More like someone else…” 

The ghosts gasped. “Can she hear us too?” Trevor asked. 

You sighed, “Yes.” 

The ghosts gasped again, and Sam’s face broke out in a wide grin and she rushed forward and grasped your shoulders. “You can see my ghosts!” 

“Your?” Alberta replied, scoffing. 

Sam seemed relieved, which was not the response you thought you’d receive when telling your boss you could see and hear ghosts. Instead of a disturbed gaze, she looked excited which caused some of your worry and apprehension to fall from your shoulders. 

“You see us whole time?” Thorfin asked, confused, and somewhat rightfully so. While you didn’t exactly understand what it was like to be a ghost, you could imagine someone pretending not to see or hear you a little off-putting, which is why you felt the need to explain yourself. 

“Yes,” you said, sheepishly smiling at the group. “I didn’t want you,” she glanced at Sam. “To think I was crazy. I like this job, a lot. But boasting about seeing ghosts isn’t exactly a great resume builder.” 

Sam’s smile didn’t leave her lips as she squeezed your shoulders once more before letting go. “Well, at Woodstone it is. I don’t feel like the only crazy lady here anymore.” She paused, scrunching her nose up at her own words. “Not that I’m calling you crazy, just that I felt crazy-” 

You laughed, cutting her off gently. “Believe me, I’ve felt crazy my whole life. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one.” 

“You’ve been able to see ghosts your whole life?” asked Issac. 

“Yep. Which was cute as a child but much less cute as an adult.” 

Sam hooked her arm with yours and started to pull you toward the kitchen. “We have so much to talk about!” 

Your next shift at Woodstone was vastly different. Instead of ignoring the ghosts to save your thinly veiled sanity in front of your bosses, you were able to embrace the chaos of the ghostly group without fear of being fired. 

The ghosts were rather chatting, excited to have another living person to talk to while Sam was occupied with other work in her office. You stood at the front counter, the day slow but in a way that was nice. Most of the ghosts had come and gone throughout the day, stopping by for a light conversation before they went about the rest of their day, doing whatever ghosts enjoyed doing. 

But one ghost hadn’t paid a visit until it neared mid-afternoon, which was different than before. 

“Hello,” you greeted Sass as he stepped out of the living room. He offered you a small smile as he wandered toward the front desk. 

“Hey,” he greeted. 

You leaned on your elbows propped up on the counter across from him. “And what have you been up to today? Usually, you visit me first thing in the morning.” Your tone was light, maybe a bit teasing but all good-natured. 

He cringed, folding his arms across his chest. “That seemed a lot less creepy when I thought you couldn’t see me.” 

You laughed. “I don’t think it was creepy.” 

He narrowed his gaze, lingering a little ways in front of the counter like he was nervous to step any closer. “Really?” 

“Really,” you assured him. “I liked the company. Though, I think I may like it even more now that I don’t worry about being called crazy for talking to you.” 

Sass seemed to relax a bit at your words, stepping closer to the counter with a small smile on his lips. You were able to really look at him without having to pretend to look through him. Perhaps it was still a bit odd, but you did think he was rather handsome. Young ghosts were uncommon, but not nearly as common as old, horror movie-like ones. Sass was very far from horrifying. 

“You might not get called crazy for seeing us but listening to these other ghosts talk may drive you crazy,” he joked. 

“The other ghosts? Not you?” 

His smile was nice; it caused little crinkles in the corner of his eyes and his teeth to show. “Oh, no. Not me. I’m the only sensible one here. Totally cool compared to the other guys.” 

You matched his smile, wide and happy. “Hm, we’ll see about that.” 

[roanofarcc]

SEVEN MINUTES

pairing: sasappis x ghost!reader

summary: while sam and jay are away on a weekend vacation, trevor decides to teach the ghosts party games he played in high school, which leads to you and sass being forced to spend seven minutes in heaven

warnings: slight feelings of unrequited love, crushes, first kisses, and nervous Sass. gen!reader.

word count. 1.2k | masterlist

Gathered around in a circle, the ghosts of Woodstone watched with various levels of intrigue and concern as Trevor explained the concept of a game he used to play back in high school while at parties. 

“Normally, we’d sneak alcohol from my buddy’s Frankie’s parents but we, unfortunately, can’t get drunk because death is a never-ending nightmare,” Trevor said, clapping his hands together. “So, everyone get the rules?” 

Hetty scoffed. “This is what you called entertainment, engaging in salacious acts for seven minutes?” 

Trevor grinned. “Exactly! Seven minutes trapped in a closet with, if you were lucky, the hottest girl in the grade. If you were lucky, you’d get a kiss and maybe some over-the-clothes action. If you weren’t so lucky, like my buddy Frankie, you’d realize how long seven minutes in the dark really is and then your friends laugh at you.” 

You felt a little giddy, reliving a high school experience that sounded way cooler than yours. With Sam and Jay gone for the weekend, you and the ghosts were free to act like a group of children left without supervision. 

“Oh! We played something similar in the cult. But when it was over, someone was married!” Flower said. Her attention wandered onto something outside of the circle, leaving no room for the questions everyone had but wouldn’t ask because Flower wasn’t one to give a straight answer, ever. 

“Isn’t this going to be weird?” Sasappis asked. “If two people go in there and kiss each other?” 

You wore a teasing grin on your lips, peering at him from across the circle. “What? Are you scared, Sass?” 

He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “What? No! I was just…asking. We do all have to live here for the rest of eternity together.” 

“A kiss is nothing. We can call things weird when the clothes come off, okay?” Trevor said. 

You tilted your head to the side. “You’re already halfway to weird, Trev.” 

He shrugged before sitting down in the circle with the rest of them. “Ready?” The ghosts all nodded and Trevor concentrated all of his energy into spinning the bottle on the ground. It circled around, its neck pointing to everyone until it started to slow, then stop. The neck pointed to you and the bottom directed across the circle, right in line with Sass. 

The ghosts all ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ as you stood to your feet, ignoring the odd feeling in your stomach. Sass looked like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. He looked on the verge of mortified, which did not bode well for your waning confidence. You didn’t think spending seven minutes alone with you was the worst, but by the look Sass was giving you, you began to rethink that. 

You attempted to fake confidence, extending a hand out to him to help him up. 

“All right you two. Everything’s game once you get into the closet. You’ve got seven minutes; we’ll let you know when your time’s up,” Trevor instructed. 

Sass hesitated but accepted your hand, letting you pull him to his feet. Wordlessly, you two walked into the coat closet, standing in the darkened room face to face. 

The silence was heavy, weird, weighing down on your chest as you waited to see if he’d break it. 

“So…” he finally said, trailing off with a breathy, slightly uncomfortable laugh. You smiled, but it was probably lost in the darkness. 

Instead, you cleared your throat and toyed with your hands for something to distract you. “So…” you repeated back. “Still scared?” 

That time, his laugh was a little less uncomfortable, easing just slightly as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. “Honestly? Maybe a little.” 

“You didn’t have games like this back in your day?” 

He scoffed, playfully. “No, we had better things to do than stand around in dark closets.” 

“I’m guessing you had better places to kiss too then, huh?” 

Sass was quiet for a moment. You watched as his head tipped downwards, his chin nearly touching his chest. For a moment, you wondered why that was his reaction. The other men in the house had no problem boasting about their first kisses or any action they had while alive, except Sasappis. You had always thought it was because he was more private about that kind of stuff, but you began to doubt that thought in that moment.

You gently reached out, placing a finger under his chin and lifting his head upwards. “Sass?” you whispered. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?” 

He squeezed his eyes shut, embarrassment rolling off of him in tangible waves. But you didn’t find it embarrassing; you found it rather sweet, actually. 

A small smile graced your face as you ran your thumb across his cheek before cupping his jaw. “Hey,” you said, nearly nose to nose with them. “Come on, Sass. That’s not a bad thing.” 

“It is,” he groaned, reopening his eyes to find you even closer, but he didn’t pull away. “Don’t tell anyone, please?” 

“You know,” you said, lowly. “There’s a pretty easy way to get around ever telling them you’ve never had your first kiss.” 

His brows furrowed, hands down straight at his sides. “How?” You cocked your head to the side, eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips. It took a minute, but he seemed to catch on. Blinking, he whispered, “Oh.” 

“We don’t have to-” 

“N-No!” he rushed out, cringing as his voice came out loudly. Sass cleared his throat, nervously licking his lips. “I mean, that’s the point of the game, right?” 

You brought up your other hand, holding his face and admiring him for a moment. You’d thought about kissing Sass before, not necessarily in a dark closet during some game Trevor convinced everyone to play, but you thought about it nonetheless. Every time he laughed so hard he doubled over or when he excitedly explained something with his hands and a twinkle in his eyes. Every time he shot you a smile from across the room when he caught you looking at him or when he’d accidentally brush up against your shoulder when gathered in a group. 

But Sass was tricky to read and you never knew how to make a move or to make it known that you’d be okay with him making one. Finally, you found it, and you really didn’t want to ruin your chance. 

“Are you sure?” you checked, whispering centimeters from his lips. 

He answered by tilting his head and leaning in. You pulled him the rest of the way, crashing your lips together. The kiss was needy but not rushed. Sass’s hands rested on your hips, and you pressed your chest against his, having longed to be that close to him since you had laid eyes on him. 

It wasn’t until you two ran out of breath that you pulled back, wide smiles a little love drunk. Heat flushed your face, all hidden in the dark. He didn’t let go of you, holding you close like if he let go, you’d disappear. 

“Wow,” he muttered. 

You laughed, resting your arms around his shoulders. “That wasn’t so scary, now. Was it?” 

He shook his head, leaning in for another kiss, that time a little more sure of himself, still with a couple minutes left inside heaven to spare. 

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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. 

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FAMILY TIES

pairing: sasappis x ghost!reader ~ requested

summary: when your family comes to visit Woodstone, your final resting place, it kicks up a whirlwind of emotions, but sass is there to comfort you.

warnings: fem!reader. hurt with lots of comfort. confronting death. lots of complicated emotions surrounding death. reader has a mom, dad, and sister, but no physical descriptions are mentioned. reader has a good relationship with her family. sass is a sweetie.

word count. 2.1kk | masterlist

A rainstorm blew harshly against the windows of the mansion’s living room. You watched the gray clouds roll in, finding a strange contentment in the bad weather. It made the home feel cozy with the warm-toned lamps turned on and the fireplace lit to combat the cool wind that whipped the trees around outside. 

Headlights cut through the rain, pulling into the driveway and indicating the newest guests of Woodstone B&B had arrived. You left your seat near the window and skipped over to the front desk, where Sam was engrossed in her laptop. You told her the guests had arrived, and she thanked you with a smile. 

You loved seeing the kinds of people who visited Woodstone. Since you couldn’t leave the property, your connection with the forever-moving outside world came in the form of the news that Sam would watch from time to time and the people who visited. 

However, when the doors opened, letting in raindrops and a howl of wind, you had expected strangers to step through the threshold. It was always strangers to you, so you never expected anything different. But entering the mansion with umbrellas and raincoats were too many familiar faces. 

At the noise and promise of new guests, the other ghosts had made their way into the entryway to scope them out. Any comments they made fell silent on your ears as you stared at your family strolling through the door. 

You were one of the more recent deaths at Woodstone, leaving behind your older parents, sister, and her children. Only one of her kids was old enough to remember you, while the other two you had never met. 

They all gathered around the front desk, but only your father had his full focus on Sam. Your mother and sister were looking around the entryway, drinking the building in. 

“I’m going to be honest with you,” your father said after exchanging pleasantries with Sam. “We’re here under…odd circumstances. Or, rather a morbid one.” He sighed, his face more aged than you recalled. Wrinkles had set in as deep lines in the face, and he stood slightly hunched, like gravity had finally worn him down. 

Sam tried to cover her surprise as her eyes darted quickly around the gathered ghosts, looking for someone to claim to know the family. They all shared looks as well, curious to see who the livings belonged to, but all you could do was stare at them. Your mother carried one of your sister’s children in her arms, the youngest one who babbled nonsense wrapped in a blanket. She had grown older too, but still dressed for every occasion with a colorful flair. She had on a bright red raincoat and matching boots. Her attention was split between the baby in her arms and the mansion. 

Your sister had a new maturity to her that you didn’t remember. When you died, she was a new mom, frazzled but determined. Her eldest stood beside her, well into his teenage years, with an uninterested glaze over his eyes as he stood with his hands in his sweatshirt pockets. Your sister held the hand of her middle child, a toddler who rocked back and forth in her yellow rainboots. 

“My daughter,” your father began. “She passed away here a little over a decade ago.” The words came out strained and hit the air like a punch. You hugged yourself as a deep frown settled on your face. It didn’t take the ghosts or Sam much more than that to piece together that they were your family. 

Sam flickered her attention onto you for only a moment before she returned to your father, offering her sincere condolences. The other ghosts were staring holes in your head, eager to know more or for you to say anything at all, but you ignored their stares. 

You hadn’t seen your parents since before your death. You had a great relationship with them before you died, but they never showed up to the mansion. Your body had been transported to the hospital, but you had already died on the Woodstone property. You assumed they had met you there, never venturing to meet your ghost where you had actually died. How were they to know your soul rested in the mansion? They didn’t, until now, it seemed. 

“It may seem a little unusual,” your mother added, smiling sadly. “But we’ve gone back and forth for a long time about visiting the last place she was. I don’t know if you believe in spirits or anything of that nature, but I always thought visiting this place would bring us some more closure.” 

Sam smiled sadly. “If there’s anything we can do to help, don’t be afraid to ask.” 

Your mother and father thanked Sam before going through the check-in process. Your sister’s attention was far away from the three of them. She slowly wandered into the living room, gazing around. You followed her with an ache in your chest. You wanted to reach out, squeeze her oldest cheeks like you had when he was born, and hug your new nieces.

“Are you okay?” Sasappis asked, appearing beside you with a concerned glint in his eyes. 

“I don’t know,” you replied. You didn’t know what to feel. Of course, you were so grateful to see them again, but you didn’t know how much it would hurt that they couldn’t see you. They had no idea that you were right there, within reach but impossible to touch. Grief and love overwhelmed you. You wanted to throw your arms around your parents and tell them you loved them, just one last time. But you couldn’t. All you could do was look at them, heart aching in your ghostly body. 

It was like looking at what had been your life from the outside. It was overwhelming, all-consuming. You didn’t even realize you were crying until wetness gathered on your cheeks and looks of pity came from the ghosts who had shifted their attention from your family onto you. 

“Oh, dear,” Hetty said sadly. 

Your chin trembled as you tried to stop yourself from crying like a little kid who wanted her parents. You hadn’t even realized how badly you wanted them until they were right there, so close but still somewhere you could never reach.

Sass gathered you up in his arms. You cried into his shoulder, only slightly soothed by his fingers tracing patterns on your back. 

Once your parents were settled, Sam bee-lined right for you, a look of guilt on her face and worry. “I had no idea who they were when they booked their reservation,” she explained, but she didn’t need to.

You cut her off with a shake of your head as you pulled back from Sass. “It’s okay,” you said, attempting a reassuring smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. “I’m happy to see them. I just…I didn’t know it would hurt this bad.” 

You weren’t the first ghost who had living family members stop by the mansion. You just had no idea how they likely felt. It was a warm kind of sadness, not cold like loneliness. The sadness was warm like an embrace before a difficult goodbye, comforting but heartbreaking too. 

“I never got to say goodbye,” you whispered. Your death had been too sudden for a goodbye. Your body had met your parents there, but not your soul. 

Isaac tried to look on the positive side. “At least now you can.” 

Your chin trembled again as you glanced at the stairs they had just walked. “I don’t want to say goodbye.” You didn’t want them to leave. You wanted to watch your sister’s kids grow old and help your parents as they aged, too. You knew once they left, they probably wouldn’t return. Why would they? It was probably hard enough as it was to be there, where their daughter and sister had died.

“I know,” Trevor said with a sigh. “I didn’t either. But it does help, actually getting to say goodbye to their face.” 

A goodbye was so definite. And even your death hadn’t seemed so definite until right then. 

Later that evening, you found yourself sitting on the bottom step of the stairs, watching as your family gathered in the living room with Sam and Jay, enjoying tea and some baked goods. You were trying to convince yourself to join them, listen to their stories, and what had happened in their lives since you died, but you felt stuck on the steps. Your body was heavy, too heavy to pick up and walk to the next room. 

The other ghosts joined you rather than your family, gathered in the entryway with their attention split between the conversations in the living room and your form hugging your knees. 

On the step right beside you, sat Sass. His leg was pressed against yours, a calming reminder that you weren’t intangible to everyone. 

Your name fell from your mother’s lips, and you tensed up. You could see the glossiness in her eyes from the other room, but there was a smile on her face too as she recalled fond memories of your time together. She told Sam stories of when you were a little girl, how she saw her whole future bloom in you and your sister. 

Your sister shared your teenage antics together before telling her son not to get into the trouble you two had. He laughed at that, a similar giggle to the one he had as a baby, only lower in pitch. 

Their fond memories and stories fell over you comfortably, reminding you that even after death, you didn’t slip from their minds. You were still alive in their memories.

Sass nudged your shoulder, offering you a soft smile. “Want to go join them?” he asked. 

You sucked in a deep breath, limbs feeling a little lighter than they had moments ago. With a nod, he grabbed your hand and helped you to your feet. Together, you entered the living room, joining your family and the new one you found in Sam, Jay, and the ghosts. 

Sam flickered her gaze to you for only a moment, a relieved smile falling across her face as well. 

You moved to stand behind the couch, where your sister held her youngest. The sweet little baby stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, blinking with her long lashes before her gaze flickered right onto you. You froze, still holding Sass’s hand tightly as he stayed right by your side. The baby seemed to be staring right at you, tilting her head as she started to babble. Your sister rubbed her finger against the baby’s cheek. 

“She may be able to see you,” Isaac said. “Kids sometimes can, like Hetty when she was a baby.” 

You raised your hand not held in Sass’s and waved at the baby, who cooed before lifting her chubby little hand in what you liked to believe was an attempt to mimic your wave. Your heart soared at the possibility. 

Your family talked to Sam and Jay for the rest of the evening, telling stories of you and of their lives. Sam slipped in questions you asked her to ask. Instead of only growing sadder at the fact that your family had no idea you were right there, you eventually felt a sense of peace reach you. They were doing great things in their lives, they were happy and healthy, and they hadn’t forgotten about you. You started to realize that was exactly what you had needed. 

You relaxed as the evening stretched on, hand still comforted by Sass. You two ended up on the floor as you listened to the conversations, and your head rested on his shoulder. It was the collision of your two worlds. Your family and your ghost family all gathered in the same room. There was grief and sadness, but there was so much love too from both parties. 

It was enough to bring tears back to your eyes. They silently tracked down your cheeks. Sass brushed his hand across your cheek, wiping the tears away as he peered down at you with concern. 

“Are you all right?” he asked in a whisper. 

You nodded with a sniffle. “Yeah,” you replied. “I’m happy.” Happy that your family came to say goodbye. Happy that your ghostly family was there for you. You were happy that you got the best of both your real life and your afterlife. It all boiled down to who was there in that room. That was your life and death, together in odd harmony.

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'TILL DEATH DO WE PART (KIND OF)

pairing. sasappis x ghost-bride!reader

summary. the afterlife wouldn’t have been too bad if you hadn’t accidentally killed yourself along with your no-good husband. now you were stuck with a bitter taste in your mouth and his voice in your ear. luckily, the band of ghosts at woodstone favored you over him. 

warnings. dead!reader, mention of murder, toxic previous relationship, the patriarchy :(

word count. 1k || masterlist

“Watch the wine. Don’t let the women near the glasses,” Matthew said, his words low and drawn out to make his point. You rolled your eyes, itching to kill him all over again. 

It wasn’t that you believed murder was a good solution to one issue. You, all of your life, had prided yourself on your good morals and ladylike ways of the time. But when your parents forced marriage upon you with a rich, horribly ill-mannered, terrible man, murder seemed like the only viable solution. Without a husband, you’d go nowhere in society, but as a newlywed window, you garner the sympathy of the town along with funds that your father would gain due to the terms and agreements of the marriage. He, while a stern man, certainly would have set you up for life with the inheritance and you could have lived the rest of your days reading in a garden happily. 

Unfortunately, you had forgotten which glass you had poisoned and poured some into your own, thinking it was his. When everyone toasted at your wedding, you and him took your final breath and joined the odd group of the fellow deceased at Woodstone. Fate had forced you into an afterlife listening to Matthew bitch and moan at every given opportunity. If you could kill him again, you would. 

“They seem rather in love,” you said, hands locked together on your lap. “I doubt we’ll have anyone else join us tonight.” 

When a wedding was thrown at the mansion, you felt bitter at the happy matrimonies. You understood that times changed and progression was a wonderful thing, but you wished for the ability to marry of your own choice back when you were alive. You would have lived longer, no doubt, and maybe even found someone who loved you beyond a business arrangement.  

“You know, you don’t have to be here,” Trevor said to Matthew, annoyance clear in his tone. 

Matthew shrugged and tossed you a dirty look. “I simply want to observe what I did not get, thanks to my wife.” The way he said the title made your skin crawl; he dangled it over your head, and talked about how that meant - even in the afterlife - that he owned you. 

Sam, the lovely modern woman she was, had dispelled that notion and told you that marriage was not about ownership but partnership. Even if it wasn’t legal, you had denounced your marriage to Matthew and it was known between all of the ghosts and Sam that you were not his wife in the afterlife. 

“Not your wife,” Sasappis muttered, seated at your side with his arms crossed over his chest. He often did that, defended you. You found it sweet. 

“Legally-” Matthew began but was swiftly cut off by Thor. 

“No law,” he said. “Only ghost-rules.” 

Alberta hummed in agreement. “As per ghost-rules, your sorry ass is divorced.” 

With a roll of his eyes, Matthew made himself comfortable in his seat, forever dressed in his tux that you hated but his mother had picked out. “Ghost rules,” he scoffed. “You all are horribly pathetic.” 

“And you’re a-” 

You swiftly cut off Hetty before she insulted him; not that you didn’t want that, but Matthew was not the kind to ever leave an argument be, blowing it way out of sorts. You simply didn’t have the energy for his nonsense anymore. It was easier to ignore him than humor him, you had found. 

“Until the ceremony, I’ll be in the garden. If you need me,” you looked around until your eyes fell on Matthew. “Don’t.” With that, you headed toward the backyard, where Sam and Jay had started to restore a small garden. 

The train of your dress tailed behind you and the strap on your heels forever pinched your ankle. You had gotten a say in your dress, which you were thankful for in the afterlife since you were stuck in it. At least it made you feel beautiful. 

“Wait,” Sass called from behind you, hurrying to your side. 

You furrowed your brows. “Yes?” 

He twisted his hands together in front of him, a coy smile on his lips. “Do you want some company?” 

From him, always. You hadn’t known many men in your life who listened to you the way he did. His attention made you feel like a person, real and important. Unlike Matthew, Sass enjoyed listening to you, even about the most trivial of things. And you enjoyed every aspect of him. 

“I would love some,” you said, smiling sweetly at the sparkle in his eyes. The outdoors suited him nicely, and he had a vast pool of knowledge that you were kept from as a little girl. He spoke eloquently of the swaying trees and budding flowers; you were happy to spend eternity with him, along with the other ghosts that inhabited Woodstone, aside from your ex-husband. You suppose you had gotten lucky there, that you weren’t alone with him in the afterlife. 

You looped your arm with his before you both began a quiet evening stroll, leaving behind the wedding preparation occurring inside the mansion.

“What he says, it doesn’t get to you, right?” Sass asked, a few minutes into your stroll.

“No, not as much as it once did.” When you were freshly dead, upset over the tragedy of your plan gone wrong, anything he said you to crash-landed, wounding your spirit form. But over time you gained friends with the ghosts and then in Sam. Now when Matthew spewed his hateful words, they rolled off of you. 

“Good,” he said, his arm comfortably pressed against yours. “Because he’s an idiot.” 

You laughed, warmly, leaning your head onto his shoulder. Something about Sass made you feel whole; whatever damage Matthew had done, Sass had filled the space with his presence that resembled a breath of fresh air after a winter trapped inside. It didn’t matter what had been, only what could be in your newfound life in the afterlife.

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BEDTIME STORIES

pairing.  sasappis x ghost!reader (could be read as romantic or platonic!)

summary. as your lucky fate would have it, dying in your sleep had made it nearly impossible for you to get any shut-eye as a ghost. but you just so happened to have died on the same property as a very good storyteller who had a soft spot for you. 

warnings. dead!reader, mentions of death, insomnia, gen!reader

word count. 500 | masterlist

a/n. a little sass blurb on this fine sunday morning

In the great roommate debacle that came with Sam and Jay finally opening their BnB to customers, you had come out on top. While you adored your fellow ghosts, you felt that Sasappis would be the best roommate, and you had been correct. 

At first, you were a bit self-conscious, never having to share a room before, and thus your ghostly insomnia had never been a topic of conversation. You would have thought dying in your sleep would grant you a more peaceful afterlife, but it only came with restless nights spent awake. 

At first, you thought if you were at least still, maybe Sass wouldn’t notice, but he was too observant. He clocked your inability to sleep on the second night you shared a room. From there on out, he made it his personal mission to help you sleep every night that you couldn’t. 

As you stared at your ceiling, flushed with a mixture of boredom and annoyance. The darkness of your shared bedroom was cut by a single stream of moonlight that poured in through the slit in the curtains. 

“Sass,” you whispered, barely audible so that if he was asleep, he’d be undisturbed. But whenever you called out to him in the late hours of the night, he always replied. Unbeknownst to you, he never fell asleep until you did. 

From the couch that you switched off sleeping on, his head poked up in your direction. “Can’t sleep?” he whispered back. No matter how many times it happened, a part of you felt guilty about the whole arrangement. You didn’t want to make your issues sleeping someone else's problem, but Sass often reassured you like he was your friend and he’d tell you stories for as long as you were stuck in ghost purgatory together. 

With a gentle sigh, you replied, “No.” 

You heard him readjust on the couch and clear his throat. “I’ve got a good one tonight,” he prefaced before he raised his voice in a soothing tone just above a whisper and began telling his story. He never failed to amaze you, the way he so effortlessly pieced words together to paint an image both vivid and relaxing. Sometimes you felt bad for drifting off during his stories, but he always reminded you that was the point. He set the scene and lulled you into a comfortable dreamy state before your mind finally gave in, allowing you to sleep after fighting so hard against it. 

He continued to tell the story until he heard your breathing even out and your figure still. No matter how many times he did it, there was a sense of pride and accomplishment Sass felt when you fell asleep. While he died before he had the chance to reach his full potential as a storyteller, in death he felt like all the effort he had put in paid off. 

And in the mornings, when you both woke up to the early sunshine, you’d thank him, and he’d brush you off a little shyly. The routine was comforting; it made the vast expanse of eternity feel a little smaller as the two of you shared the space. 

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ROUGH SEAS

pairing: sasappis x ghost pirate!reader

summary: you and sass had a long history, having known each other before your deaths. you had thought there were decades of underlying feelings between the two of you, but when a new ghost starts hanging around woodstone and catches sass’s eye, you wonder if it had all been in your head. 

warnings: probably an inaccurate depiction of 1700s pirates. jealous!reader & clueless!sasappis. mentions of death & drowning but nothing too graphic. thor’s dating advice.

word count. 2k || masterlist

There was a constant chill that enshrouded you. A shiver often coursed through your body, despite the layers of hand-dyed fabrics you had sewn together yourself and the fact that you were dead. It was a side-effect of your death, having fallen through a sheet of thin ice on a pond during an attempt to save a young Lenape girl who had raced out on the frozen water during a children’s game. You had successfully shooed the young girl to a thicker patch of ice before it started to crack under your feet. Before you could react, your body was submerged in the freezing water. 

As a pirate, venturing across the seas, you had only ever set your sights on living life to the fullest. Your only concern, since you were little being raised on a ship with your father whose crew you inherited after his passing, was adventuring and learning. You had your sights set on the next place you’d encounter, but never on what waited for you in the afterlife. Of course, your lifestyle wasn’t the safest, and you often believed you would eventually parish with your sword drawn in defense of your ship, as your father had. The only people you had ever cared about were your crew, but when you landed in North America in need of a break from the seas after an especially horrible storm that left your supplies at the bottom of the ocean, you found refuge with the Lenape tribe.

They had been especially kind to you. You bonded with the younger adults, including one sweet man named Sasappis who you bonded with the closest during your short time there. Your care extended to the tribe. So, the moment you saw the little girl race onto the patchy ice, you didn’t hesitate to chase after her in fear of her getting hurt.  She had been saved, but you disappeared under the icy water in a cruel twist of fate. When you found yourself lying on the ice, you realized your life had left you and ghosthood had claimed you. 

Loneliness didn’t claim you, however. 

You had quickly met another ghost who greeted you with excitement, a Viking with endless stories of the sea he was thrilled to share with you. You were grateful for Thor. He had made your unexpected transition into the afterlife less terrifying, despite his loud voice and large Viking build. 

Not too long after your death, Sasappis followed. While you were heartbroken at his loss of life, you had missed speaking to him. The two of you quickly fell back into your old ways, joined by Thor in a new adventure of the afterlife. 

As more ghosts joined your circle of friends, you were never as close with any of them as you were with Sass. Each ghost had their own relationship with you, whether it was swapping swashbuckling stories or gossiping about the livings, but the relationship you and Sass had was different. When you were alive, you had pondered the idea of the two of you being more than friends. But you came from two very different lives and you feared it was too much of a long shot to ever push the bounds of your friendship. Then you both were dead, and your afterlives were seemingly tied together since you couldn’t leave the property. 

You weren’t scared of sailing rough seas or fighting off other pirate crews who threatened to rob you. You weren’t scared of the endless darkness that accompanied the ocean or gambling with fate. But the prospect of a relationship with someone you considered your best friend was terrifying. So, you skated around it, allowing you and Sass to linger on the line of more than friends but never cross it. That was all fine and dandy because no one else had ever come around to threaten the delicate relationship you two shared until Sam and Jay hired their first employee at the Woodstone Bed and Breakfast, and he came with a cute ghost's soul attached to his car. 

A bitter shiver ran down your spine as you glared out the living room window, watching Sass laugh and flirt with Jessica, the car ghost. She was beautiful, even with a shard of glass poking out of her forehead. You knew it was childish to be jealous, but you couldn’t help it. 

“Ah! Friend, you missed cod-talk again,” Thor said, entering the living room. “What are you looking at?” 

You sighed, gesturing to Jessica and Sass outside. “The new ghost and Sass,” you replied. “They’ve been awfully friendly with each other.” 

Thor hummed as he peered outside, his hands perched on his hips. “Landship ghost. She is new friend of Sass, yes?” 

“Seems so,” you huffed. 

“You look angry.” 

You forced your gaze away from the window and shook your head. “I’m not angry. I’m just…just concerned, that’s all. We don’t even know this ghost. She could be bad news. Or…” You realized you sounded insane, speaking about someone you didn’t know with such malice. It was in your nature to be intense and skeptical of everyone you met because you never knew who was there to be your friend and who wanted to stick their sword through your gut. But life had progressed well past the days of pirates of your kind. 

“Want Thor’s advice?” Thor asked, his hands perched on his hips. 

A part of you wanted to say no and shoo the Viking away so you could mope around in peace, but Thor had always been a nice shoulder to lean on when you needed it. 

“What kind of advice?” 

“Landship ghost is pretty, yes. But Sass like you. Tell him you like him too.” 

Heat instantly rose to your cheeks at Thor’s words. You sputtered for a response, but something caught Thor’s attention from the kitchen. He left you standing at the window in a pit of your feelings. When you returned your gaze to the window, Jessica was inside the car, alone and Sass was nowhere to be seen. 

“What’re you doing?” His voice sounded, startling you as you spun around to face him. He wore an amused smile on his lips. 

Clearing your throat, you quickly replied, “Watching the birds.” 

“Watching the birds?” 

“Y-Yes. I have to entertain myself with something. What have you been doing?” 

Sass shrugged, looking a bit sheepish. “Keeping Jessica company. I imagine it gets lonely being a car ghost.” 

You hummed in response, feeling that awful pit of jealousy rage like the sea in your stomach. “She seems nice.” 

“Yeah….” Sass trailed off, looking anywhere but at you. 

The conversation felt odd. For decades, centuries even, the two of you never felt uncomfortable in each other presence. You were practically two halves of a whole. But suddenly there was a great divide, a chasm neither one of you were sure how to cross. 

You couldn’t handle it, so you made up some excuse about a promise you made Hetty and left. 

Days later, news came from Thor that Sass and the car ghost were dating. You felt like you were back underwater, submerged in the pond. It wasn’t fair of you to feel that way; you had never voiced your feelings for Sass aloud to him, so how was he supposed to know? Yet, you had always thought he had the same inkling of likeness towards you, too. You had waited and waited for a confirmation of that to show itself, but you had received the opposite. 

Pirates didn’t run away from their problems; they met them with swords drawn and teeth bared. But when you thought about your problem was Sass, all you had the will to do was cower. You could almost hear the disappointment of your father in the air, and the confusion of your long-lost crew. It wasn’t like you; time had changed a lot about you.��

Sass had never been one to run face-first into confrontation either, which was why you were so surprised when he entered your bedroom one night just as the mansion was settling for the night. He looked nervous, a little sorry, and a little angry. 

You looked up from the book Sam had opened for you, gazing at old paintings of ships at sea that were reminiscent of your old adventures. 

“Hello?” you greeted, confused. 

Sass twisted his hands together in front of him, a mix of emotions stormy on his face. “Did I do something wrong?” 

You sat up on your bed, smoothing out the age-old wrinkles on your clothes. “What’re you talking about?” 

He huffed in disbelief. “You’ve been ignoring me for almost a week. Every time I try to talk to you, you run away. You didn’t even show up for Love Island this week! I had to watch it alone. What’s the deal?” 

Another thing about pirates that you were familiar with, they did not like being cornered, but they often found themselves in that unfortunate position. 

“I don’t have a deal,” you said a little defensively. “I figured you’d be spending time with your new girlfriend; that’s why I didn’t show.” 

“I wouldn’t miss Love Island night,” he countered before casting his gaze to the ground. “And Jessica’s gone.” 

Your eyes widened against your will, shocked. “What do you mean?” 

“It’s a long story, but Sam and Jay have to find a new employee.” 

You wanted to act sympathetic, but you couldn’t find it. In fact, you were relieved. “Oh.” 

Sass was quiet for a moment before his face twisted into even more confusion. “Wait, is that why you’ve been avoiding me? Because of Jessica?” 

“You seemed busy. I didn’t want to bother you,” you admitted, trying to look like you hadn’t cared as much as you had. 

He scoffed in response. “Just because I got a girlfriend doesn’t mean I didn’t want to hang out with you. Why would you think that?” 

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. 

He studied you with inquisitive eyes; it felt like he was looking through you, which usually wouldn’t have bothered you due to your ghosthood, but with Sass it was different. He saw you differently than anyone else you had ever known, alive or dead. 

“You’re lying.” 

“I’m not!” 

“You are! What’s really going on? Did I say something or do something?” 

You stood up from your bed, knowing the conversation was completely unavoidable now. If a pirate is backed into a corner, the only thing they knew how to do was fight their way out, protect their ship or go down trying. 

“No,” you sighed. “It’s me, okay? I was…” Trailing off, you internally cringed at yourself, not wanting the next words to leave your mouth, but you feared you had no choice. “I was jealous.” 

The admission hung in the air for a moment, a tense cloud that swirled between you two. Sass opened his mouth and then closed it. You let out a shaky breath and added, “It’s been you and I for…forever, it feels like. I got in my head, okay? I thought after all of this time, maybe, you felt different about me. Maybe you felt like how I feel. But you don’t and I-” 

Sass cut you off with a swift shake of his head. “How you feel? How do you feel?” 

It was all coming out, after so many years, lifetimes even. 

“I like you, Sass,” you whispered. “I really like you. But I didn’t realize just how much until you were with someone else.” 

He was quiet for another moment, and you feared the worst. You feared he’d tell you your feelings weren’t reciprocated. But he surprised you by crossing the space between the two of you, grasping your shoulders, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, he was kissing you. 

It took your breath away, surprising you more than death itself. His lips were warm on yours and his hands held onto you like he was scared you’d disappear under the ice again. It was decades worth of feelings bubbling to the surface at once, spoken through an intense kiss that took the air that wasn't even there right out of your lungs.

When you pulled apart, a smiled painted your lips as a sheepish look graced his face. “I like you too,” he said. 

You laughed in disbelief, grasping the sides of his face and bringing him in for another kiss. 

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ALL’S FAIR

pairing: sasappis x ghost!reader

summary:  sass has been out of the dating game for a long time and feels utterly unprepared to ask out the cute ghost girl, jessica. he asks you for help, and despite your feelings for him, you offer to help him out with a practice date.

warnings: believed to be unrequited feelings that are actually quite requited.

word count. 2.3k | masterlist

It started as a simple complaint from Sasasppis. Dating wasn’t exactly one of his skills, considering he’d been dead for such a long time, so he was lacking serious practice. You, on the other hand, having died a bit more recently were fairly versed in the dating game. You certainly were no expert, but at least you had been on a date in the past decade. 

So, when he complained that he was “embarrassingly” out of practice and didn’t want to look stupid in front of a cute car ghost who was new to the mansion, you made an off-handed comment about him going on a practice date. You had learned, during your life, the key to being good at most things was to practice. 

You just didn’t expect him to ask you to be the one he practiced with. But you couldn’t say no to him. 

Sass was unfairly cute and someone you connected with first after your death. What started as a silly crush morphed into a stupid one you tried to ignore, which was hard considering you couldn’t exactly avoid him. Nor did you want to. 

It was a terrible idea, you knew that, but you didn’t have a reasonable excuse to tell him you couldn’t. So, you agreed like any good friend would, even if it made you feel a mess of all sorts of things tied in an impossible knot and stuck in your gut. 

“Should I be taking notes or something?” he asked. 

You raised your brows, sitting at the kitchen table. “Yeah, go grab a piece of paper and a pen,” you joked. 

He laughed dryly before a real smile broke out on his face. “Okay, okay. But seriously, what if I don’t remember all of this when I’m on my actual date?”  

You were probably overthinking things, but the way he said ‘actual’ sounded pointed, a clear reminder that what the two of you were doing was just pretend. You knew that, but your brain liked to overanalyze every interaction you had with Sass, searching for something that wasn’t there. He was just a friend, and you wanted to be a good one by helping out. 

“It’s not an exam, Sass,” you gently reminded him. “I’m just giving you guidelines, not a step-by-step manual. Everyone’s different when it comes to dating.” 

“Right,” he said with a sigh. “I just don’t want to screw this up. Jessica’s so cool. I can’t even remember the last time someone’s been interested in me.” 

You rolled your lips into your mouth. He was technically right, you never expressed your interest in him. Why? You didn’t have an answer. Maybe you thought you’d have more time to either get over it or work up the courage to own up to it. Neither had happened yet, then Jessica stepped into the picture. 

“It’s pretty simple,” you started after clearing your throat. “Above everything, don’t be an asshole, which should be pretty easy.” 

“One would say I excel in that regard.” You tilted your head in question, and he held his hands up in defense. “Okay, sometimes I excel. But I won’t be an asshole,” he said. “What are we supposed to talk about?” 

Small talk was surprisingly more difficult as a ghost. Without a life to be lived, talks of your future were null. “You can talk about Woodstone, your friends here. Ask her about the places she’s seen. You can even talk about your life, but I’d avoid talking about your deaths; that might kill the mood.” 

Sass listened intently, focusing on you, which made you more flustered than you liked. 

“I wish we could do something for our date,” he said after a beat. Jessica was confined to a small radius outside the car, which meant she couldn’t enter the mansion. Sass had to go to her, and their date was stuck in the backseat. “I don’t know how exciting I can be for longer than an hour.” 

“Well, if she likes you, she’ll find you exciting. Plus, you two have your whole life and death to chat about.” 

“I’m just…really out of practice,” he sighed. “Or lack practice at all.” 

You leaned back in your seat across from Sass, not liking the worry lines creasing in his face. He had nothing to worry about; he was wonderful, you thought, the furthest thing from boring or unkind. Anyone would be a fool not to see that. Yet, a selfish part of you wanted Jessica not to, for your own sake. But the other, more reasonable part of you wanted Sass to be happy regardless of the part you played in that happiness. 

“As cliche as it sounds, just be yourself,” you said, and he shot you a look. “I’m serious. She’d be crazy not to like you, Sass. She might even find it cute that you’re nervous.” 

He didn’t look convinced. “Really? You don’t think that’s lame?” 

With a shake of your head, you attempt to rid Sass of his spiraling worry. “If I were in her shoes, I’d think it was sweet how worried you are and how much effort you’re putting into making the date perfect. I’m sure she’ll see it the same way.” 

“And if she doesn’t?” he asked, fiddling with his hands nervously on the tabletop. 

You looked at him with the utmost sincerity sparkling in your gaze. “Then that’s her loss.” 

Sass’s version of “getting ready” for his date with Jessica was pacing around his room and being slightly judged by Hetty and Trevor. 

“I don’t get why you’re nervous, dude,” Trevor said. “It’s really not a big deal.” 

Sass rolled his eyes. “Says you, dude. This is the first person this century to be interested in me.” 

Trevor furrowed his brows. “Uh, that’s not-” He was stopped by a swift hit in the gut from Hetty, who sent him a glare. “Jesus, okay.” 

Sass ignored them, fixing his hair. He started to ramble, explaining how he thought he was somewhat ready for his date before he had help from you to prepare for it, but his rambling after that bit of information was cut off by Hetty. 

“Wait, you had them help you get ready for your date?” she repeated, seemingly aghast. Sass nodded, not understanding the look on her face. 

Trevor didn’t look much different. He hung his head. “Wow, dude. That’s rough.” 

“What’re you talking about? We’re friends and they offered.” 

Hetty and Trevor exchanged a look that Sass couldn’t pinpoint. 

“You’re not seriously that dense, are you?” Hetty asked. 

It was at that point that Sass felt defensive, he just didn’t know of what. Their tone was judgmental, but he was positive he hadn’t done anything wrong. 

Trevor saw the shift in Sass’s expression and held his hands out to cut the confused tension. “That’s just a little mean, don’t you think?” 

Sass felt like he had missed something, a chunk of the conversation he hadn’t been let in on. “What are you guys talking about.” 

“Oh, God,” Hetty gasped, grasping Trevor’s wrist. “He doesn’t know.” 

“Know what?!” 

“Dude, Jessica is not the only person who likes you.” 

Trevor’s words took a long beat to sink in, for Sass to make sense of who they could possibly be talking about. It wasn’t you, surely. You and Sass had been friends since you had died and ended up joining their group of ghosts who haunted Woodstone. He’s never taken any of your words or actions as anything other than friendly. That was what you called him and what he called you. Friends. Plain and simple. 

Of course, it wasn’t that Sass had never thought of the possibility of you. He thought of you often, if he was being honest with himself, but he blamed that on all of the time you two spent together. Of course, you were on his mind because you and him were always talking, gossiping, even scheming. He liked that you found his jokes funny and were always interested in his stories, even if they weren’t very riveting. He enjoyed your presence, always lingering around him warmly. 

“N-No,” Sass rushed out, laughing at the ridiculous idea they were implying. “You guys don’t know what you’re talking about, okay? Because why would they help me get ready for a date if they liked me?” That was something a friend did, not someone interested in you. 

“Because they don’t think you return the same feeling. It’s easy to see why since you are going out with another person. Why say something when they don’t believe it’s reciprocated?” Hetty said. 

Sass stilled in the middle of his room, his mind running a mile a minute. “But they could have said something before,” he muttered, more to himself than the other two. Why hadn’t you said anything? He was certain that if he had known your feelings pushed beyond friendship, he would have let himself consider the same. But he had been so certain you only saw him as a friend that he didn’t let himself fall into a trap of a crush not returned; he’d been there and done that plenty of times before. 

Trevor shrugged. “Maybe they were scared?” 

“There is a way to find out,” Hetty said, glancing at the clock on the wall. “But that’s a choice up to you, I’m afraid.” 

It was time for his date with Jessica. She was waiting for him outside. He had a choice to make, one he certainly didn’t envision facing at the start of the day. 

The night stretched on, yet you couldn’t sleep. You tossed and turned, thinking about Sass and Jessica on their date, probably laughing and sharing kisses in the backseat of the car. 

With a grumble, you rubbed your temples, trying to scrub the image from your brain before it drove you mad. You tried to think of anything else, closing your eyes and trying to force yourself into a night’s sleep, but your actions were fruitless as a voice called your name from outside the door. 

If you could have picked up your pillow and yelled into it without making much noise, you would have. It was Sass, probably giddy and ready to tell you all about his date. You couldn’t turn him away, and you wouldn’t. 

You sat up, adjusting your appearance before you told him to come in. 

You expected him to come in with a wide smile, bouncing on his feet from a date gone well, but the Sass you were met with looked more stressed than anything. His brows were pulled together, causing a crease to form across his forehead, and his lips were downturned in a frown. 

“I need to talk to you,” he said bluntly. 

“About your date?” 

“No.” He paused. “Yes. Well, kind of. I-I don’t…” he trailed off with a sigh and sat on the edge of your bed, not facing you. 

Worry pricked the edges of your mind as you crawled forward and sat beside him. “Is everything okay?” 

Sass twisted his hands around in his lap and kept his gaze forward. “The date didn’t exactly go as I thought.” 

“Oh?” You weren’t sure how to feel about that. On one hand, Sass was your friend, and you wanted him to be happy regardless of who he was with. But you couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. “What happened?” 

“I talked to Trevor and Hetty before it. They said something and it…it made me second guess the whole thing.” 

“No offense to them, but I don’t know if they should be your main source of relationship advice,” you said, only half joking. 

Sass finally turned his head to look at you, his expression confusing and unreadable. “Why’d you agree to help me out with my date with Jessica?” 

“Because you were worried and said you needed help,” you answered honestly. “Did my advice not work?” 

“No, it worked,” he sighed. “But it wasn’t Jessica who I really wanted to be on that date with. But I just didn’t realize it until I was, you know, on it.” 

You stilled, feeling a confusing rush of emotions fill the air between you two. “What’re you trying to say, Sass?” 

“I wanted it to be you.” 

His words hung heavy in the air for a moment as you two stared at each other, neither one sure what the next move was to be made. At first, you didn’t know if you had even heard him right. He wanted it to be you on the date? He had been so excited since Jessica arrived at the mansion, and you had never felt like your feelings towards him were reciprocated. 

“Hetty and Trevor said it wasn’t fair that I asked you to help me with my date,” Sass continued with a shake of his head. “They said it was clear you liked me. And I thought that was crazy. Then I started thinking about it. I-It was all I could think about during my date. When Jessica asked me what was going on with me, I realized thinking about someone else while on a date isn’t exactly great. So I told her and…and then I came here to tell you all of…that.” 

You were going to kill Hetty and Trevor. That was your first thought as your mind worked through everything Sass had just dumped on you. The second thing was, what were you supposed to say back to that? Your mind felt muddled. 

“They weren’t wrong,” you confessed after a beat. “I mean, not that it wasn’t fair. We’re friends; I wanted to help you. But they weren’t wrong about the other thing. About me liking you.” That had weighed on you since you uncovered your crush, and you planned on never uttering those words aloud to Sass, or at least not so soon. You planned on just living in the afterlife with your one-sided crush or embarrassing yourself somewhere in the future.  

Sass’s expression shifted and a smile spread across his lips. “Well, you know, I’ve gotten some pretty good advice on dating. Maybe I could take you on a real one sometime?” 

You laughed lightly, a giddy feeling replaced the confusion that had clouded your brain a moment ago. “I’d like that.”