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chasingstardustandmoonbeams · 3 months ago

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Little Things

Summary: Maybe there are a few little things in the afterlife that make it a bit more worthwhile.

Word Count: 1,539

Trevor x Ghost!Reader Masterlist

You watched the argument with mild amusement. Your eyes bouncing back and forth like a volley between Alberta and Hetty. You had only been half paying attention to the conversation before it became a full out disagreement. Something about Hetty taking Alberta’s time with the ray of sun in the library.

Ridiculous. It was, but it was also the only source of entertainment you had. Your head resting in the palm of your hand you sat perched on the edge of the couch. One earbud in your ear, you chewed on gum. Little things, you breathed out. If you had to spend eternity like this at least you still had that. Music and gum. You’d never been more grateful for being an over packer in your life, well, afterlife.

“How long have they been going at it?”

You didn’t have to turn to feel Trevor next to you. He had a way of hovering. Not that you minded. Trevor was…

“About an hour, maybe more,” Sas replied. He crossed his arms leaning back in the seat next to you. “I lost track a while back.”

“I’d aim for closer to two hours. And if I had anything better to do, I would have given up a long time ago.” You turned your head to the side, your eyes finding Trevor.

Trevor had that grin on his face. The one you had learned meant he was plotting something. His eyes glinted in that mischievous way that just screamed trouble. Trevor must have taken your expression for interest because he plopped down next to you, his knee bumping against yours.

“Funny you should mention that. I wanted to -”

“There you are!” All three of you turned to see Pete walking towards you grinning at you. “I know this might be an odd ask, but I wanted to see if you would help me with a little project of mine? It’s well it is Valentines Day, or at least I think it is. I lost track a few months back, and I wanted to…” Pete paused to look at Sas and Trevor. “Well, it’s a surprise and I wanted to see if I could get your help?”

“Sure, Pete,” you breathed out, a small smile on your face. You stood up from the couch, half listening to Pete as he prattled on about the surprise. You were nearly out of earshot when you thought you heard Sas say, “Oh, man you are so far gone.”

Shrugging, you tried to give Pete more of your attention. Something about a little surprise gathering for everyone to celebrate together.

It sounded…nice. There wasn’t really much to look forward to anymore, but Pete was trying. And that was more than you could ask of anyone.

“I was hoping, well, I wanted to see…you know you are the only one who…”

“Pete it’s like you’re trying to ask five questions at the same time. Pick one,” you let out a warm laugh, enjoying the way Pete was stammering.

“You are the only one who has access to music, and I was kind of hoping you might share it with us - just for the party.”

“Pete, Sweetie, it’s an iPod. There is no speaker. The most I could do would be blast it through my headphones and even then it would just be a faint background noise.”

“It’s something though. I know it would make Alberta happy. You know how much she loves music. And I -”

“You want to impress Alberta.”

“Maybe…”

You let out a breath, Pete was giving you those big brown eyes. Shit, “Okay, okay. But I don’t want any complaints about the song choices. If I knew I was going to die I would have downloaded a wider variety.”

“Oh!” Pete pulled you in for a hug, “Thank you! You are the best! Amazing!” Pete stayed singing your praises until you were left alone in the library.

One day you’d learn to say no to him. You only had a whole afterlife to figure out how.

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You were sat outside in the grass. The sunlight gleaming through the trees. You laid down, your back pressed into the grass, the feel of the sun nearly intoxicating. The quiet hum of the music in your ear was blended with the sound of the gentle breeze.

You closed your eyes.

“Finally found a way to get rid of Pete?”

The smirk on your face happened instinctually. You opened your eyes to see Trevor standing near you. He crossed and uncrossed his arms before finally dropping his hands to his sides.

“For the time being,” you smiled at him, “He’s got this big surprise gathering planned for later. Another attempt at wooing Alberta.”

Trevor let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, well, I have more luck of getting sucked off then he has telling Alberta how he feels.”

You let out a groan, “God, you guys need a better name for that.”

Trevor was smiling at you. That teasing grin that pulled at the corner of his mouth.

Dangerous.

“Did you need something, Trev?”

You watched him swallow, before he shrugged it off. “Hetty and Alberta settled their argument. Just trying to look for my next source of entertainment.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him, but chose not to pry - at least not this time.

“Are you going to sit down then, or are going to keep making me look up at you like that?” You were teasing him, you knew it. But watching Trevor, self-proclaimed T-Money pretend to play off flustered had become like a new favorite pastime.

He gave you that smile again. The one that made your non beating heart pull in a way that, even if for a second, felt like you had a beating heart to pound.

Trevor carefully sat down next to you, a hand at the hem of his shirt to preserve his modesty as he sat down on the grass beside you. It took a moment for him to look at you, before laying down on his back next to you.

You watched as he crossed his legs at the ankle, his hands settling over his stomach. He turned to look at you, and if you had breath to be stolen you were sure that would have been the moment.

He simply raised his eyebrows at you. Trying to read you.

“So, what’s that thing you’re always listening to called again? The CD player thing.”

You let out a huff of a laugh. “An iPod. Nobody uses CD players anymore. Everything’s digital.” You moved to pull it out of your bag to hand it to him.

Trevor rolled the iPod around in his hand, before he turned to look at you. Your gaze already on him, shifted to the iPod. Leaning an inch closer to him, you showed him how to move the tracking pad to find a song and clicking the center button to select.

“I haven’t heard of half of this music,” Trevor’s voice was low. Eyebrows furrowed. He chanced a glance at you, before turning his attention back on the iPod.

“Here,” you handed him an earbud. Tentatively, Trevor put the earbud in his ear. The sound music fills the space between you both. This Is The Last Time by Le Fever floating through the earbuds.

You both laid silently in the grass, Trevor’s gaze fixed on the sky above. Your arm brushed against his as you shifted on the ground.

“You ever get sick of it?”

You turned to look at Trevor, “Sick of what?”

“Listening to the same 20 songs over and over again?” He was smiling at you again. There was something there in his eyes that you couldn’t quiet place.

“20 - Trevor, this thing can hold 30,000 songs.”

Trevor sat up a bit at that, resting his weight on his elbows. “This, this tiny little thing can hold that much music?”

You let out a laugh that had Trevor’s focus only on you. “Yeah, Trevor. We’ve evolved since the ancient times of old. No longer are we confined to the CD holders of the ancestors.”

Trevor rolled his eyes at you, but the smile never left his face. “You’re horrible.”

“And yet that doesn’t stop you from always looking for me.”

Trevor was quiet now. You shifted your gaze from the sky to Trevor. He was watching you intently. “Yeah, well, you’re the only new source of entertainment. Don’t get too excited. T-Money has enough to go around.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes at him now, a smile threatening to tug at the corner of your mouth. “Ugh, you’re so lame.”

“Am not, I am perfect 10/10 - looks and personality, thank you.”

“Sure, Trev, whatever you say.”

“It’s not my fault you don’t recognize greatness when you see it.”

A small laugh escaped you before you could stop it. You could see Trevor smiling at you from the corner of your eye. “Alright, T-Money, I think I have the perfect song for you.” The beginning of DONTTRUSTME started to play.

You watched as Trevor’s face morphed into one of pure confusion into a brilliant smile.

Yeah, sometimes it was the little things that made the afterlife bearable.

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neeksparksg · 2 months ago

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Ghosts Cbs Headcanons

Sam feels bad for you because you died so young. You think it’s annoying whenever Sam tries to baby you since you were “practically an adult” by your standards. Isaac points out that 14 was not adulthood, even back then.

Sassappis is your favorite ghost to sit with when you're tired of everyone else's drama. You’ll plop next to him and just sit in silence, occasionally making snarky comments about the others with him.

Thor has decided you’re an honorary warrior, dubbing you “Tiny Shield Maiden.” You once pretended to fall just to see if he’d catch you—and he did, dramatically yelling, “THOR SAVE YOU!” while everyone else rolled their eyes.

Alberta has taught you all her jazz songs. You sing them as loudly and out of tune as possible.

You constantly make fun of Nigel’s formal way of speaking. You mimic his British accent to annoy him and get giggles out of the other ghosts. Isaac thinks it’s hilarious but pretends to scold you for “mocking an ally.”

Alberta taught you to snap your fingers dramatically when making a point, and now you do it constantly.

You were angry with Isaac and refused to talk to him for two years. After the first month, you forgot why you were angry, but since he didn’t apologize, you kept giving him the silent treatment.

Flower insists on telling you stories about her wild days in the '60s, and you listen intently, even if you don’t understand half of what she’s saying. “What’s a commune?” you once asked, and she just replied, “Freedom, kid. Freedom.”

Trevor tried to teach you slang from the early 2000s. “No one says that anymore,” Sam tells him, but he insists on teching it to you anyways. He regretted it as soon as you said, “Totally tubular, Trev.”

Isaac talks to you about his achievements, but you purposely get the details wrong to annoy him. “Wasn’t that Hamilton’s idea?” you ask innocently. “It was NOT,” Isaac sputters, indignant every time.

Whenever Jay practices cooking, you like to guess what he’s making based on the smells, although your guesses are often way off. “Cactus stew?” you once asked when he was making pesto.

You still use old Wild West slang, which confuses most of the other ghosts. You’ll say things like,“Faster than a jackrabbit on a hot griddle,” or "Acknowledge the Corn" leaving everyone (especially Isaac and Hetty) scratching their heads. Flower, however, thinks it’s deep, and Sassappis always nods in approval, as if he fully understands. (He does not.) it does not help that you use it wrong on porpouse to mess with them

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roanofarcc · 10 months ago

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THE ONE

pairing. alive!reader x trevor lefkowitz

summary. (requested) It would have been fun if you would’ve been the one.”

warnings. g!n reader, mentions of death, feelings of unrequited love, not proof read

word count. 3.3k || masterlist

The boredom of the mansion was quelled the second a new guest arrived to check into the B&B. Trevor shot up from his spot on the couch and followed the group of ghosts out of the living to the front desk where Sam and Jay stood, happily conversing with the guest. For a moment, Trevor was excited to see what the guest looked like; as a ghost, he had to take what he could get. His love life had fallen to shambles and the only thrill he got anymore was ogling attractive guests as they arrived.

However, when the guest had turned around for a moment to pick up their duffle bag from the floor, Trevor felt a quick flood of emotions enter his body. He stopped short of the desk with his throat suddenly dry and hands clammy.

“Are you in the area for business or a little vacation?” Sam asked, making her usual small talk.

You pushed the duffle bag over your shoulder and cleared your throat. “Uh, neither.” Your voice was different than Trevor remembered, older and a little deeper than it had been, which made sense. You were older but still the same height you were in high school. Maturity was written across your features, but he still saw the remnants of your youth that he had once memorized.

Maybe he was dreaming. He had dreamed of you before, both before and after he died. In college, he had thought about calling you every time your birthday rolled around or when one of his friends said something funny that he knew would’ve made you laugh. But every time he chickened out, figuring you still hated him. Instead, he saw you in his dreams like some embarrassing rom-com where you came back together when you were a little older and he was less of an idiot. Then he died and he dreamed of all of the things he would have done differently if he had a redo button. But he genuinely thought he’d never see you again. When you hadn’t come to the memorial his parents put on for him, he knew his dreams were pointless. His parents hadn’t even mentioned you, meaning you were probably well moved on and married or something.

“This might sound weird,” you continued, smiling sheepishly. “But you actually held a memorial for my…friend a couple of months ago. Trevor Lefkowitz.” The ghosts all snapped their heads in his direction but all Trevor could get himself to do was stare at you. Something about the way you hesitated before calling him your friend made his stomach ache.

Sam’s eyes widened as she looked at Trevor too for a moment. “O-Oh! Yes. We did. Trevor. You knew him?”

“Yeah and I wanted to come but I thought it would’ve been weird. I wasn’t close with him when he died. We were friends when we were kids. But the more I thought about it, the worse I felt about not coming. So I figured I’d pay my respects. That and when I visited his parents they wouldn’t stop talking about this place.”

He snapped out of his daze and stepped forward, standing beside Jay and getting a better look at you. He felt bad about it, but the first thing he did was look at your left hand. You didn’t wear any rings and while he knew it was so stupid, he felt relieved.

“Sam,” Trevor said quickly. “You gotta talk to them. Please.” He couldn’t hide the desperation in his voice.

Sam obliged with a nod of her head that was directed at him. “If you would like to, after you get settled in, you could tell us about him. Trevor. I mean, after we got his parents' side of who he was, Jay and I have been interested in what he was like to his friends.”

Jay furrowed his brows. “We have?” Sam shot him a look that he understood right away. “Ohhh. Yeah, we have. For sure.”

You thought about it for a moment, fiddling with a room key in your hand. “That would be nice,” you said.

“No pants wants you to talk to them?” Jay said after they all were gathered in the kitchen, waiting for you to finish getting settled into your room. Jay worked on making lunch while Sam put on the kettle for tea. Trevor sat at the table feeling too many things at once. It was one thing seeing his parents. They were his parents and they loved him no matter his screw-ups. But you were under no obligation to forgive him. In fact, he figured you’d be mad at him forever and he’d spend life and death regretting his choices. Yet, you wanted to talk to some stranger about him?

Sam sighed, taking the seat across from him. “Yes,” she replied to Jay. “For a childhood friend, you don’t look too happy to see them.”

“No, that’s not it,” Trevor said, sinking into his chair. “I messed things up with them, big time, before I left for college. I don’t know why they’d want to pay their respects to me after all these years.”

It wasn’t too often he garnered looks of sympathy from Sam or the ghosts. The only other time was when his parents came and he learned he was a child of divorce. All he wanted to do was hug his mom, but he couldn’t and he felt like a little kid lost in a grocery store. Alberta hugged him instead, which was not quite the same but close enough.

“What’d you do?” Sasappis asked.

It was more about what Trevor didn’t do. He didn’t tell you he reciprocated your feelings after you confessed the night before you both moved away to different colleges. At the time he didn’t want to be held back by his hometown; he wanted a fresh start to be someone else. It was stupid in hindsight because he didn’t change that much in college, he learned to like the person he was, quirks and all. And he didn’t realize that you didn’t hold him back, you made him better. But by the time he figured all of that out, he heard you had some boyfriend and moved across the country. He missed his chance and figured you hated him.

“Hi.” You poked your head into the kitchen and Trevor sank down further into the chair. He felt guilty, hot and festering in his veins even though there was no blood in his body.

Sam turned around in her chair. “Hey. Take a seat. Jay, can you pour the tea?”

With a nod, Jay made the tea while you took the seat beside Sam as you observed the kitchen, unaware it was occupied by a series of curious ghosts and Trevor.

“So, you still talk to Trevor’s parents?” Sam got right to it, a bit too eagerly. “Because you heard about the memorial from them,” she clarified.

You thanked Jay as he sat down your mug. “Yeah. I didn’t for a while, not until I heard that he died. They called me, tracked down my number and everything. I was surprised. Trevor and I hadn’t talked since the night before we both left for college.”

“Oh,” said Sam. “Did you guys have a falling out or something?”

“Yeah, of sorts. We were dumb kids and said some things we didn’t mean. At least, I did. I’d like to think that he did too but I didn’t get the chance to ask him.”

Trevor tried to ignore the burning gazes of his friends but it was impossible; they wanted to know every little detail, that much was clear on their faces. Even Sam and Jay looked engrossed in your words, curious to know more.

“Well? Did you?” Hetty asked, nudging Trevor’s shoulder.

“Of course I did. I was a dumb kid, like they said.” He let you walk out of his life and tried to convince himself it was better that way.

“The truth is,” you continued. “I thought I knew him better than anyone. We grew up together and he was my best friend. But maybe I didn’t.”

Trevor felt like was going to cry; it was awful and pathetic. He was the one who walked away and thought a couple of weeks would pass by and you two would be able to pretend like your conversation had never happened. But it never did and he was too stubborn to reach out. Then weeks turned into years and you grew up while he regretted letting you go.

“Best friends at age are tricky, especially when you’re leaving for college. I know one of my best friends and I got into this weird fight before we left for college. I was scared she was going to find a new best friend. And she did,” Sam laughed uncomfortably at the memory.

You smiled kindly at Sam’s rambling. “I was scared he was going to fall in love with someone at college before I got the chance to tell him I loved him. But I wished I would’ve kept it to myself. Then I at least we would’ve stayed friends.”

A couple of gasps sounded from behind him and Sam’s eyes widened as they flickered between him and you. “Y-You loved Trevor?”

A sad smile pulled on your lips as you held onto your steaming mug of tea tighter. “Yeah. And after I told him he said he wanted a fresh start in college. A blank slate. Not a partner. He didn’t like me that way and I overreacted, walked away, and avoided him for a while. He never reached out; I figured he found what he was looking for in college.”

He buried his head in his hands and stifled a groan.

Sam hesitated before continuing. “That’s… terrible.”

“It was all so stupid in hindsight. I always thought about reaching out, just to check in. The night he died I even dialed his number that I found in the phonebook. I was going to call but decided against it. Then two weeks later his parents called me to tell me he died and I couldn’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if I had called. He was here, he wasn’t even home so it wouldn’t have changed anything but I…I don’t know.” You nervously played with the button on your shirt, looking at anything but Sam and Jay. “Sorry. I don’t even know why I’m telling you all of this. I don’t even know you and it’s not like you knew Trevor. It’s just...I haven’t talked about him to anyone. I’d feel bad bringing any of this up to his parents. And being here…I don’t know.”

“Don’t apologize! His parents said the same thing when they were here. I guess if you believe in spirits maybe…maybe his is still here. But that’s…crazy.” Sam was a bad liar but she was lucky her ability to see ghosts was so insane no one would think she’d be lying about that.

You hummed, taking a sip of tea. “That’s a nice thought.”

Trevor wanted to talk to you; he wanted you to see him more than he was sure he wanted anything “Oh, man,” he groaned loudly. “I should have called. I should have-” Pete placed a hand on his shoulder, looking down at him sadly. He wanted to curl into himself and disappear.

“I’m sure he felt the same way. He probably wanted to reach out too,” Sam offered in an attempt to make you feel better.

Jay nodded. “Oh, yeah. Trust me, I was a dude in college once. There was not much going on up here.” He tapped on his forehead.

“Maybe,” you shrugged. Trevor wished he could tell you for certain that he had been an idiot and he regretted it still. He loved you back, he just didn’t realize it until you were out of his life. What if he had said so that night? Would he still be alive? Would you two have been married? There were a million different outcomes of his life that played through his head at a dizzying rate. “This is probably weird for you guys, learning so much about some guy you didn’t know but died in your house.”

Sam and Jay exchanged a look. “You know, it’s almost like we did know him.”

You ate lunch and didn’t bring up Trevor again, neither did Sam and Jay despite the buzzing questions the other ghosts spit out at you and Sam. It wasn’t until you left that Trevor felt like answering them.

“Oh boy,” Jay whistled. “That was rough, no pants. How’s he doing?”

“Bad. Obviously bad!” Trevor said.

“Bad,” Sam repeated to Jay.

“Well, I mean, what’s his side of the story?” Everyone turned to Trevor, but Sam answered before he got the chance.

“I’m going to go out on a limb and say he realized he felt the same way after they stopped talking, right?”

Trevor huffed. “How’d you know?”

“It’s written all over your face, honey,” Alberta said.

“And he never told them?” Jay asked.

“I thought about it,” Trevor signed. “A lot, but I thought I lost my chance. And now they’re here and I still can’t tell them the truth.” He wanted to tell you, not to have it translated through Sam. And there was a slim chance you’d believe her anyway. Believing in ghosts was one thing, but trying to convince someone that not only were ghosts real but the ghost of an old friend who was actually in love with you was in front of them was a whole other thing.

Sam frowned. “He thought about it but figured he missed his chance,” she told Jay.

“Man, this sucks,” Jay replied.

“You could knock over vase again,” Thorfinn suggested. “Maybe they fall downstairs and die or see us like Sam.”

“No!” Sam was quick to shoot down that idea. “There will be no murder attempts, guys.”

“There’s gotta be another way for no pants to confess his feelings without someone else dying in our house. Seriously, that’s a lawsuit we do not have money to pay for,” said Jay.

“You know what’s romantic?” Isaac began. “Letters.”

A gasp fell from Hetty’s lips as she tugged on Isaac’s arm excitedly. “Yes! Have Sam pen a letter.”

“You could say everything you wanted to them without having to first convince them ghosts are real,” Sass added. “It could work.”

“That’s a great idea!” Sam said, earning a confused look from Jay. “I’m going to write them a letter from Trevor telling them about his feelings.”

Jay nodded, impressed. “That could work. But how are you going to explain to them why you have the letter?”

“Just tell them Trevor’s parents found it and brought it to the memorial thinking they were going to show up,” Alberta said. “Say they forgot it and you held onto it for some reason.”

Sam explained that to Jay before she rushed off to find a pen and paper. Trevor nervously tried to gather his thoughts. It was a lot of pressure, putting everything out on a piece of paper, but he had to do it for both himself and you. He couldn’t go another moment without you knowing that he did reciprocate your feelings and that you were the only person who knew him so well. He needed you to know how much you meant to him and how he regretted letting you walk away in the first place. He should have chased after you the second the realization hit him like a truck. He should have shown up at your dorm like he imagined himself doing a hundred times over until he talked himself out of it.

After Sam returned she and Trevor were left alone. He spilled his guts. Every regret, everything he didn’t say, she wrote down. He admitted to loving you too but being too much of a coward to admit it after he let you go. He told you how he missed you but he wanted you to be happy; that was all he had ever really wanted. And for a while, when it was just the two of you in high school, that was what he tried to do. He didn’t know why he thought stopping was the right move, but he couldn’t take it back. All he could give you was the letter of his feelings. He hoped it was enough to bring you both closure.

After it was written, Sam went upstairs to deliver it. She knocked on your door and sucked in a deep breath before it was swung open. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you said.

“I found something that belongs to you.” Sam held out the letter and you took it with an odd look. “I forgot about it until a little bit ago. Trevor’s parents brought this letter with them to the memorial, but they left it here and I, well I’m not sure why, but I kept it. And when you were telling us about Trevor, I remembered I had shoved it in a drawer. Super weird, I know, but it’s all yours.”

You flipped over the envelope to see your name scrawled across the front. Sam awkwardly lingered in the doorway for a moment before she realized you weren’t going to open it with her standing there. She let you be and returned downstairs to a nervous Trevor pacing back and forth across the kitchen.

“Did you give it to them?” he asked, chewing on his nails.

“Yeah, I think they’re reading it now.”

You didn’t come out of your room for a while and Trevor wondered if you’d even read it at all. He guessed he couldn’t have blamed you if you didn’t. In your head, he was someone else, some asshole who didn’t even call you on your birthday, so you didn’t call him when his rolled around a couple weeks later. Maybe you had saved face for Sam and Jay and deep down you really hated him. Maybe you threw the letter away and were busy packing your bags.

But then you showed up, eyes rimmed red, and clear tears streaked down your cheeks. Trevor didn’t know if he was relieved or worried.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked, abandoning her cutting board on the counter where she was helping Jay with dinner.

You smiled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. “Yeah. I just wanted to say thank you for this.” You held up the letter.

Sam sent a small smile in Trevor’s direction before she ushered you into one of the kitchen chairs. “Dinner’s still cooking but while you wait, how about a chocolate chip cookie?”

Your eyes widened slightly before your brows furrowed. “Chocolate chip? Those are my favorite.”

“Oh, what a coincidence,” she said, looking once more at Trevor who stood in relief mixed with something else that was warm but nice inside his chest. He knew they were your favorite, which is why he told Sam to make them. He still remembered most things about you.

And now you knew how he felt after all that time. You knew that he didn’t forget about you. In life and death, there would always be a soft spot he had for you and dreams of what could have been but never was. At least now you knew he had loved you and he regretted not owning up to his feelings; he hoped that gave you some kind of closure. He hadn’t been much for spilling his feelings when he was alive, but death had changed him a little and he didn’t want you to go the rest of your life thinking your feelings about him had been misplaced and unreciprocated. You knew the truth and you seemed at peace with it.

Pete appeared beside him, clapping him on the shoulder gently. “You okay?”

Trevor nodded. “Yeah. I think I am now.” And he hoped you were too and that you’d continue to be until you were old and gray, living your life out to the fullest.

#cbs ghosts #trevor lefkowitz #trevor lefkowitz x reader #trevor lefkowitz x you #cbs ghosts fanfiction #sam arondekar #jay arondekar #hetty woodstone #sasappis #isaac higgintoot #alberta haynes #pete martino #thorfinn #flower montero

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dutchessofcaladan · 1 year ago

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How is Ghosts on its 3rd season and there are NO fics for this man?!

Truly boggles the mind 🫤

#trevor lefkowitz #fanfiction #cbs ghosts #ghosts #i need these fanfics!#trevor lefkowitz x reader #your honor i love him #him and his goofy little socks

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mrsmoonies · 11 months ago

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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

#cbs ghosts #cbs ghosts x reader #sasappis #hetty woodstone #thorfinn #trevor lefkowitz

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gwens-love · 7 months ago

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One second of your time please 🙏 very important

^~^

Okay but why is there only one (maybe two) person writing Hetty Woodstone fan-fictions…What went wrong? 😑

Just look at her… she’s so beautiful

Okay thank you 🫶

#hetty woodstone #hetty woodstone x reader #cbs ghosts #ghosts #Hetty #fem!reader #fanfic #fanfiction #cbs

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p1nkm1lkslug · 6 months ago

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i nneed him in an iv drip 😭

#There is no meaning to this post #I just love him #Save me sasappis #Save me....#cbs ghosts #sasappis x reader #sasappis

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audrey-carr1 · 10 months ago

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The Heiress and the Lady of the House (part 1)

Author's note: Due to a lack of Hetty x reader fics I decided to fix that. This will more than likely be a series! For future writings, I will take requests as well! Please don't be too upset with how i write because I'm still learning how to write for Hetty. We all know she's a simple yet complex lady. We learn as we go. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

warnings: fem!reader, hettyxreader

It was an accident when I stumbled upon the "Woodstone B&B "hiring ad". As a child visiting my grandmother, I remember riding my bike past the mansion. My grandmother used to take me trick or treating there, and the older woman who lived at the manor always gave the children king-sized candy bars.

After a near-death experience as a teen, I've been able to see ghosts. It began to happen on occasion before it became an everyday thing. I would pretend it wasn’t real and ignore every ghost I encountered. Unless they looked sorely out of place, I couldn't really tell if they weren't living anyway. Ignoring all of them had worked...at least up until I walked into the Woodstone B&B.

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“So is there a history convention in town or something?” I ask Sam teaches me the basics of the B&B website.

“Um no, why do you ask?” Sam questions nervously

“Because of the people in costume? Do you not see the Viking and Revolutionary officer in front of us?”

Sam gasps, “ Oh my gosh You can see them!?”

“She can see us?!” The two men ask.

“Am I not supposed to?” I asks

Sam quickly takes my hand and leads me into the living room. She has me sit and takes a seat in the spot next to me.

“What I’m about to say is going to seem absolutely insane,”

“Okay?” I say unsure of where Sam is taking this.

“This place is haunted, and everyone you see besides me and Jay are dead,” Sam explains

I didn’t mean to burst into laughter, but I did. How could something so absurd be true?

“My word what is all of this laughter about? Can you plebians be joyous outside of my napping hours,” a voice says

I turn to see a red-headed Victorian woman descend the main staircase. We both lock eyes and I feel as if time has stood still. My heart starts to beat a little faster and are my palms sweating? I could be mistaken but is that blush on the other woman's cheeks? "Can ghosts blush?" I ask myself

The redhead quirks and eyebrow before breaking the silence, “You can see me?”

Suddenly unable to speak I nod still looking into blue eyes.

“Hetty, this is (y/n). She is our new employee,”

“And she can see us? She’s not dead? How can you see us?”

Finally finding my words I reply, “I can see you, I’m not dead, and I’m not sure as to why I can see you but I can,”

“Did young girl fall and hit head like Sam?” The Viking asks

“I don’t remember falling recently,” I reply

“Have you always been able to see ghosts,” Sam turns and asks me.

“It’s a long complicated story, I’d rather not get into,” I say.

The redhead purses her lips not enthused by my answer. Soon I hear whispering of what I assume are the other ghosts.

“It’s okay guys, you can come out,” I say not sure of what could happen next.

Entering the room is a flapper, the Viking, the war officer, a hippie, an oversized Boy Scout, and a man without pants. My mind is filled with questions, but mainly I'm wondering why that man doesn’t have on pants. Before I can question his attire, Sam begins introducing everyone.

“There is one more of the main 8, his name is Sassapis, but we call him Sass. He’s out on a walk with Crash, our occasional headless ghost.”

“I see, well it’s nice to meet you all,” I say to them.

“Well go on tell us about your little cute self,” Alberta says “We want to know everything,”

“Well okay I’ve graduated college with a (insert major) degree, and my grandmother recently passed and left me with more money than I know what to do with. Which means I'm technically a heiress. I’m not sure I want to go into my field of work yet, that probably has something to do with my imposter syndrome. I’m an only child, my parents passed away when I was 19. Oh, I love jazz! I actually play piano and know almost all of the Jazz standards, my favorite pizza is pepperoni, and after reading a dystopian novel series I got into archery but that didn’t last long. Let’s see what else,” As I try to recall information I notice the redhead Victorian woman, Hetty looking at you. I begin to blush as I start my next sentence, “I was crowned queen at my senior prom, I love playing vintage Super Mario Brothers in my spare time, My favorite fish to cook is cod, I have a stuffed teddy bear named Daisy, and my favorite musical of all time is Hamilton,”

Isaac, the revolutionary war officer, scoffs and throws his hands up in exasperation while Hetty pats his shoulder while holding back a smirk.

“What about the juicy stuff, like do you have a significant other and have you ever killed someone?” Alberta asks.

“Oh well," I say a little overwhelmed, "I do not have a significant other, I haven’t even had my first kiss yet. To answer your other question, I have not participated in a murder at least not to my knowledge,”

“Sam you have to keep her! She’s perfect for the job,” Flower says

“Except for the Hamilton thing,” Isaac says off the side.

“Plus she’s incredibly hot,” Trevor says. “Not like Tara Reid hot but she’s almost at your level Sam,”

Everyone rolls their eyes at his comment, “I find it best if you ignore his comments. He’s harmless ” The victorian woman who's the name I've learned is, Hetty, whispers in my ear and I try to ignore the sudden butterflies in my stomach. I don’t need to add attracted to a ghost to my resume.

“Well it seems like everyone is on board with you being here even though you were already hired. Why don’t we go back and get some training done,” Sam says heading back to the front desk.

I go to follow her, but I trip over my untied shoelace. Before I can hit the floor, I find myself caught by a pair of soft hands.

Everyone gasps, and I can tell it wasn’t from the fall.

“Did Hetty just catch a living?”

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A/N: Oh I hope y'all don't hate it! This is the first fanfic I've written in about 11 years, so I'm a little rusty. As I said before this is the first part of this many-part series. I may even add this to AO3. Tell me what you think! Until later!

#cbs ghosts #hettyxreader #hetty woodstone #this will probably be a series #i may do some one-shots too #female reader #hetty woodstone x reader

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azurbright · 2 months ago

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Hi!!!! I literally never thought I would find a blog that writes for Ghosts CBS, even though I am only up to mid Season 2 so I am jumping for joy rn you are doing the Lord's work and WONDERFULLY too!! ❤️❤️

Anyway, idk if you write for this but can you please do a fanfic of Sasspis having a crush on Fem! Ghost Reader who died in the last 50 years and is pretty laid back and bubbly. But he lowkey doesn't know what to do about it/handle it, since he has his whole 'cool kid' persona that he wears constantly, and his nonchalant 'flirting' isn't working (Cuz Reader is just living her afterlife and bro would literally treat 'hi' as flirting, we all saw the Tree episode 💀)

So it is basically Sas trying to flirt with her by basically just having a normal conversation, and accidentally blurts out his feelings in frustration when she doesn't pick up on any of his 'hints' then you can decide the ending, go wild >:)))

Yess absolutely!!! There just aren't enough Ghosts X Readers out there in the world. I've taken it upon myself to write them <3

Sassapis X Fem!Reader

No content warning other than Sass being the most cringe fail man that's ever existed. Don't worry, he gets the girl in the end.

I didn't have much time to write this before work, sorry it's a little short. And this is my first time writing Sass, so I really hope you like it.

You died recently... well, not exactly recently. You were the most recent ghost to have died, but it wasn't long after Trevor. You died in 2006. So before anything interesting happened but long enough to have more knowledge of technology than the rest.

So you've been here for a little less than twenty years, and you'd say your relationships with the other ghosts were quite good. You especially liked to hang out in big groups because that's just where you felt you belonged. You were happy you got to have this silly little family of friends for all of eternity.

There was one ghost, though, that you weren't sure even liked you. Sass, for the most part, only ever said "Hi" to you. And it's not like you weren't trying to talk to him. It's just when you would. He seemed to get all strange and figedty. You didn't really mind that much though.

Today was different, though. For some reason, while you were watching the television with Thor, he decided he wanted to strike up a conversation with you. "Hey." He smiled at you, an actual greeting.

"Hey Sass, how's it going." You respond your eyes still watching whatever it was on the TV.

"Oh, you know, same old, same old." He crosses his arms over his chest and glances off to the side nonchalantly.

"Right..." you say suspicious, "do you, need something?"

"Oh! Yes! Right, I was wondering," he pauses stuttering, "if you were doing anything later?"

You look up at him and cock your head to the side in confusion, "Yeah, Jay's cooking dinner tonight, we're all gonna be in there." Your eyes close at the idea of Jay's cooking. It always smells wonderful.

"Yeah okay, cool... cool." He then quickly scurries away.

You turn to Thor, who's laughing his ass off, "What was that about?" You giggle.

"Thor does not know, maybe Sass is trying to be friend." Thor continues to laugh.

"Yeah, you're right." You smile to yourself, honestly, you're glad that he's actually trying to come around.

Later that day, you're all in the kitchen smelling whatever it is Jay's making for dinner, and Sass is standing next to you. Weirdly close, but you didn't really mind.

"Hey." He smirks. You question to yourself if he's trying to look cool, because if anything he just looks a little silly.

"Hi, Sass. Are you enjoying the smell of the food?" You ask him, making small talk.

"Yeah, but I'm enjoying the smell of you more." He says.

"...sorry, what?" You turn and look at him laughing in confusion.

"Do you wanna walk the grounds, Jay's seems to be almost finished." He gestures towards the back door.

"Oh yeah, let me get Issac, he loves evening walks."

"No, no no no no," he says quickly, "just me and you."

You nod and start to walk towards the back door, "are you gonna murder me?" You joke.

"Definitely." He responds.

You two walk in silence for a while. At this point, you're really not quite sure what you're doing here. You like Sass, he's cool, but you were quite sure he hated you.

"So, how'd you die?" He asks you.

"You don't know?" You look up trying to remember all the details, he shakes his head, "uhm, well, basically the short of it is, In 2006, I was on a walk with my boyfriend, and he murdered me. And that's basically it, I'm like super over it, though." You laugh, "he was kinda shitty anyway, I don't think he even got away with it either"

"That's awful, dude. Wow" Sass seems to be in awe.

"Yeah, but, you know," you nudge him, "now I have you guys."

"That's so true. You could have me, all of me." Sass seems to blurt out.

"What?" You stop walking and turn to him.

"No, I mean," He seems to be trying to back track, "like, we could be something. Or not! We don't have to, we can just be friends. I've been weird to you, and I know that's weird, I'm weird. You're not weird, you're so nice, and you didn't even notice." He stops.

"Oh my god, this is embarrassing." He shutters.

"No, Sass, I just don't understand what you're saying." You say confused.

"I like you, I guess." He laughs nervously.

"Ohhhhh." You seem a little taken aback. This isn't a bad thing. You've always found Sass to be cute, but you genuinely thought he hated you. Now you realize it was just his stupid "cool guy" persona. "You goofball." You hit his shoulder.

"What does that mean." He looks at you.

"Nothing, just, here." You lean and kiss him on the lips. Only for a second before pulling back to see how he felt about it.

You weren't sure if he shut down or not, "Sass?"

"Please, do that again." He says quietly.

You laugh quickly and then step closer to him, putting your hands on both sides of his face. You tilt your head slightly and kiss him again, this time for a little bit longer, and he actually kisses you back. He hesitantly puts his hands on your waist. "Is that alright?" He asks you.

"Yes." You smile, and hug him tightly. "I'm just glad you don't hate me." You laugh again but this time relieved.

"I never hated you, sorry, I was just trying not to come on to strong."

"I don't think you came on strong enough." You both giggle together embraced in eachothers arms. It was fun, exciting, and different. You never thought you'd get to have anything like this ever again. It was exactly what the two of you needed. Eachother.

#ghostscbs #cbsghosts #ghosts cbs #cbs ghosts #us ghosts #ghosts us #usghosts #ghostsus #Sassapis #sassapis ghosts #sassapis x reader #sassapis x fem!reader #thorfinn #jay arondekar

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victoria-dreamer4 · 3 months ago

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Sasappis x female new ghost reader

Friends and more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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trevorsimp · 5 months ago

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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…”

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#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #cbs ghosts fic #ghosts us #sasappis #sasappis x reader #sasappis x male!reader

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chasingstardustandmoonbeams · 4 months ago

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Backwards Walk

Summary: Trevor tries to help Ghost!Reader find a little closure.

Pairing: Trevor Lefkowitz x Ghost!Reader (eventual)

Words: 890

Trevor x Photographer Ghost!Reader Masterlist

“You can’t be serious,” you said, your expression a cross between amused and agitated.

“Oh, dead serious,” Trevor grinned at you, bumping his shoulder against yours.

“You’ve been hanging around Pete too much,” you sighed, turning to walk away. Your hands clutched firmly to your bag. Trevor was trying, you couldn’t fault him for it. You’d been a bit off the whole week and oddly enough Trevor of all people had been the one to notice - to actually say something about it.

Flower had tried, you thought - for about five minutes before she rambled on about her bank robbery.

“Come on, aren’t you just the least bit curious?” He prodded, his brown eyes locked on yours. Trevor looked almost like an excited puppy, nearly bouncing in anticipation as he stood in front of you.

“Maybe,” you replied, watching as his expression morphed into one of pure glee, “But,” you added, “I don’t know if I have the patience to wait five hours while you try and look everything up.”

“I don’t take that long!” He argued, “let’s see you try and do it faster,” he grumbled under his breath.

“What was that?” You said, challenging him. There was a faint smile on your face as you watched him. Trevor was…Trevor, but he was trying. You could count the number of people on one hand who had bothered to try so hard for you - at least while you were alive.

“Are you in or not?” Trevor raised his eyebrows at you, a mock serious expression on his face. He began rubbing his hands together, his eagerness on full display.

“Fine, fine,” you acquiesced.

Trevor, gave a triumphant fist pump and set to work opening the web browser. You stood next to him as he painstakingly looked you up on Facebook. Trevor had had the bright idea to look you and your friends up to see what everyone was up to now. You, of course, had been hesitant about it. You were dead. You’d been dead for over ten years and the thought of seeing everyone move on without you, well, it felt pretty shitty. But, he wasn’t wrong, at least not completely. Maybe seeing everyone would help you move on. At the very least, stop making your after life feel like an eternal hell of reminiscing.

It was almost an hour later when he finally got to your old Facebook page. The layout was completely different - you didn’t like it. You should have just stuck it out with MySpace, you thought, was that even still a thing?

“Wow,” Trevor said softly. His eyes focused on the computer screen before looking at you.

“What?” You asked a bit more nervously than you would have liked. He was giving you that look again. The glimpse of something soft around the edges before the smirk came back.

“Nothing, it’s just sometimes I forget you’re actually just capable of a real smile.” He was giving you a toothy grin as he pointed to your profile picture.

“Oh, shut up,” you playfully shoved his shoulder. “I smile and laugh. Pete just told me a dad joke earlier.”

Trevor gave you a look of disbelief.

“What? Okay, it was a lame dad joke, but he’s funnier than you.”

Trevor gasped, “You take that back.”

You let out a warm laugh, you closed your eyes and shook your head. “Sorry you can’t handle the truth.”

“Careful there Pinocchio,” he pointed his finger at you before getting back to work on the computer.

It was painstaking, but Trevor took the time to try and go through as many of your friends' profiles as he could.

Most of your friends were in relationships. Some were married, others had kids, everyone had moved on. Everyone but you.

Trevor circled back to your profile, he was going through some of your photos now. He was silent now, something that got your attention more than anything else.

“I didn’t think you were capable of being quiet,” you said, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

Trevor ignored your comment and pointed at a picture on the screen. “Did you take these?”

You glanced at the screen, your smile growing smaller. “Yeah, I had a thing for old historical buildings,” you shrugged, “look where that got me.” You let out a humorless laugh, “I should have stuck with my candids.”

“You were good,” Trevor turned to really look at you now, “really good.”

You felt your throat get tight, your hand gripping onto your bag strap once more. Your camera and earthly life were all in that bag. A stark reminder everyday of what you no longer had.

“Yeah, I guess I was,” you said softly. Your eyes looked from Trevor to the computer screen.

“Trevor?”

“Yeah?”

You turned to look at him fully now. You’d never seen Trevor so…defenseless before.

“Thank you,” you smiled at him.

“Anytime,” he grinned at you, “Another success story in the bag thanks to T-Money.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to walk away.

“Oh, come on! It was a T-Money win!”

You kept walking up the stairs, but the smile never left your face. You’d never tell him, but Trevor really did have a way of making you feel a little less alone. There were worse ways to spend forever. At least T-Money was entertaining.

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#trevor lefkowitz #trevor lefkowitx x reader #trevor lefkowitz imagine #ghosts us #ghosts us x reader #ghosts us imagine #ghosts cbs

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questionableratatouille00 · 1 year ago

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im gonna be honest cbs ghosts feels like a television adaptation of musical fandom’s Hamilton Crew x Reader fics where the Hamilton characters (historical figures) came to the future and lived with the reader

#not like I read those or anything. ha #hamilton musical #cbs ghosts #hamilton x reader

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roanofarcc · 2 months ago

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DO NOT DISTURB

pairing: trevor lefkowtiz x shy ghost!reader

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

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

word count. 2.3k | masterlist

HETTY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SASS & ALBERTA

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You winced, feeling bad. “Sorry.”

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

Sass shuttered. “Don’t remind me.”

ISAAC

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Man,” Trevor groaned.

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

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

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

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

STEPHANIE

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you kidding me, Trevor?”

Stephanie.

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

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

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

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

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

You buried your head in your hands and Trevor sighed.

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

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

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

SAM & JAY

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

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

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

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

And that time was no different.

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

“Hey!” she greeted, surprised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He beamed. “Nope, not anymore.”

“What do you mean ‘not any more?’”

“It’s our room!”

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

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

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

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

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