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roanofarcc · 3 months

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ONE DANCE, PLEASE?

pairing: trevor lefkowitz x ghost bride!reader

summary: 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

word count. 1.6k || masterlist

warnings: fem!reader, mentions of death, dead!reader

a/n: this is my first ghosts fic so please be gentle! I love the idea of a ghost bride and debated on making it into an OC or reader story. I think I like having it be in little one-shots! it’s a crime more hasn’t been written for trevor (or any of the show’s characters). feel free to request for trevor or any other ghosts characters <3

“Are you going to mope around for eternity?” Sasappis asked you, standing arms crossed in front of a beautiful garden decorated to the nines. The backdrop to your sulking was stunning flowers tied in bunches and pastel dresses moving around the patio-turned-dance floor.

“Is that not the point of being a ghost?” you replied, jutting out your feet forever stuck in kitten heels and skin-colored pantyhose. Sass lightly kicked your foot with his and nodded his head to the corner just off the dance floor where the rest of the ghosts danced and laughed. A part of you was jealous of how easily they enjoyed themselves at weddings and how they were not plagued with an eternal hatred for them and what they represented.

It always felt like a cruel joke, even though it never had anything to do with you, when Sam and Jay hosted a wedding at their B&B. As much as you loved the couple, you couldn’t stand what most considered a joyous event. The union of two people in love, not tainted by tragedy, grew your restatement each time. Weddings were a part of the business and helped Sam and Jay bring in the money they desperately needed to fix up the mansion, but that didn’t mean you had to enjoy yourself. Instead, you spent each event sulking on the sidelines, ignoring the pang in your chest, and avoiding your ghostly counterparts' advances to cheer you up. The only thing that would’ve cheered you up was a do-over of your big day that was ruined by a strike of unluckiness, resulting in your untimely death.

Sass narrowed his gaze at you but decided against saying whatever he wanted to. Instead, he turned on his heel and headed back to the ghosts. You adverted your gaze back down to the beads sewn into your dress, picking at them with the wish you could pull the garment apart with your hands, but since it was what you died in, it would forever stick to you.

A slow song played through the DJ’s speakers as the sun slowly began to set over the yard. Strung lights glittered warmly, bathing the attendees in a golden glow. The bride had looked radiant since she arrived at the mansion days ago, and all day you had to watch her and her husband’s love run circles around you. Your malice wasn’t aimed directly at the happy couple, but rather at what they represented and the reminder of what you almost had.

Someone appeared beside you, their presence clouding your solitude-sulking. “What a bunch of losers,” the person said, causing you to turn your head and meet Trevor. “I mean, seriously, this song was lame when I went to weddings and people are still dancing to it? I get the appeal of throwbacks but let’s pick this snooze-fest up a little, am I right?”

You rolled your eyes. “What do you know about weddings?”

“I happen to have been invited to a lot of them, thank you very much. Well, the receptions and bachelor parties, usually. Those weddings had a lot more alcohol and single bridesmaids.” You said nothing in response, hoping your dimly lit mood would shoo Trevor away. You were mistaken, though. If anything, your silence only encouraged him further. He moved in closer to your side, standing with his hands on his hips as he gazed out across the crowd. “I think they may need some help livening things up a bit. Care to join me?”

He often tried to do that, brighten your mood by offering to dance with you. And every time you turn him down, not because you didn't want to, but because you’re worried that the second you start to enjoy yourself at a wedding, tragedy will follow a second time around. You liked Trevor and couldn’t stand the thought of enjoying yourself only to hurt yourself, again, or him. In your head, as long as you moped around, everything would stay the same as they were, which you loved more than you’d admit aloud. You liked your ghost-mates and you liked Sam and Jay. If you somehow brought some unfortunate curse upon any of them because you enjoyed yourself just as you had on your own wedding day, you weren’t sure you could cope with that a second time around, not when you hardly coped with it from the first time.

“Trevor…” you sighed, defeated and slumped-shouldered.

Normally, he dropped it after that. He usually sat quietly at your side until his excitement and urge to join the party overwhelmed him and he resumed dancing with Flower or attempting to play pranks on the livings with Thorfinn. That time, however, he took you by surprise. He moved directly in front of you, face set with a certain tone of seriousness that was odd.

“Nope,” he said, simply. “You are not moping for eternity. I won’t let you.”

“That’s not your choice.”

He smirked, cheekily and annoying but stupidly charming. Those three words suited him too well. Trevor extended his hand out, making a grabbing motion with his hand. “One dance, that’s all I’m askin’. That’s all I need to change your mind.” You tightened your grip on the skirt of your dress, unbudging at his request. “One dance. Please?” His voice was a little lower, pleading almost.

One dance. You never got to dance at your wedding. Something bad could happen, it probably would.

Trevor’s fingers grazed your knuckles, tapping them lightly and looking at you in a way, underneath the golden light, that made you consider it. He noticed your hesitation and dropped his hand back down at his side.

“Okay,” he said after a beat before he turned away with a little frown on his lips that made you feel even worse.

There was something wrong with you, maybe it was some kind of ghostly side effect of dying on your wedding day; perhaps you were doomed to live in the murky waters of what-if and why.

The bride and groom were in the middle of the patio dance floor, spinning each other around in quiet fits of laughter and bodies pressed as close as they could get with the bride’s fluffy dress. They were married, dancing as two halves of a whole with nothing bad lingering over their heads. There was no impending doom, aside from you sitting on the outskirts. The doom was you and your mind, rippled with jealousy, sadness, and a million questions of what exactly you could have done differently that day. But the truth was, there was nothing you could have done. Fate was fate, as Flower had once said in one of her more insightful conversations. Fate was messy and included bear attacks, arrows in necks, and accidents. Fate found you there, at the Woodstone mansion forever a fiancee but now entangled with the fates of your ghost friends who also found themselves there forever.

Forever was such a long, made even longer with eternity hanging on your shoulders. How many more weddings would you sit there, watching and sulking in your own unhappiness that others wanted to fix for you?

Something between a groan and a sigh left your lips as you stood up, letting your wedding dress fall back down to the ground in the pristine condition you had died in it in. “Trevor,” you said again, louder as you called after him. He stopped, slowly turning around with a confused quirk of his brow. You nervously picked at the beads again, but that time wasn’t to pick them off but rather settle them back in place in a similar way to how you had picked at them awaiting your turn to walk down the aisle. A dance was not nearly as monumental as that, but it carried a weight that pressed down on your chest.

“One dance,” you said. He stared at you for a moment like he wasn’t sure he had heard you right. It wasn’t until Thor punched him in the arm with a hardy laugh and Hetty pushed him forward towards you.

Trevor approached you, smoothing out his tie. “Really?” he asked.

You nodded. “If anything bad happens, I’m blaming it on you," you said only half joking.

He smiled, wide and toothy and the way that made you subconsciously want to copy it. “The worst thing that’ll happen is me stepping on your feet. I haven’t slow danced since prom.” Despite that, he dramatically bowed and extended his hand. “May I have this dance,” he said in a terrible accent. You couldn’t help but laugh lightly, some of that weight lifting from where it hurt your chest.

Once you accepted his hand, he all but dragged you to a quiet corner of the dance floor, away from where any livings would walk through you two, and away from the other ghosts and their suggestive smirks and comments pointed at the two of you.

When you danced, with his feet clumsily trying to avoid stepping on yours and hands rested on your waist, nothing bad happened. You did not die a second time around, nor did tragedy strike in the way you feared. The only thing that occurred was dancing, peppered with occasional laughter and a quick apology when Trevor stepped on your skirt and halted your movements. You recovered with a shake of your head and a slight lead in the dance, which he didn’t voice but silently appreciated.

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

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last-night-is-a-blur · 2 years

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If Sam wants to show hetty about how unfair society was when she was alive, make her see any a Christmas carol film. The book would of been available to read during hetty’s life. I think the story is criticising the very rich ie Scrooge

That would be really interesting. The promo for the christmas special implies that Sam loves Christmas, and I can imagine the holiday season would give her (or anyone vaguely aware 19th century classic or popular culture) inspiration for that exact idea. I can imagine Hettie refusing to accept it as a valid point, since it’s all just fiction, or treating it as propoganda against the rich.

The book would have been published around the time of her birth, so unless there were some major changes during the next 5 decades, and differences between uk and usa, regarding the classism and working condition of the working classes, and other issues relevant to the story, then Christmas Carol should portray a world familiar to Hettie. Regardless of any differences between Scrooge’s life and Hettie’s, classism, income equality, greed, selfishness, stinginess and poor treatment of lower classes and employees are, sadly, relevent throughout time and place, especially in larger and more complex societies. I haven’t read the original story, but I have seen a movie adaption or two (Mickey’s Christmas Carol and the GoodTimes Entertainment’s version), but from what I gather one of the most important messeges is that poverty isn’t the fault of the poor (or, at least not always, or not entirely) and that people have a social and moral responsibility towards those in need.

Hettie has many similarities to Scrooge. She is from the same era, she was rich, classist, not very compassionate, especially to those who had less means then her, rude, neglected as a child, and she was probably lonely throughout her life. We don’t know if she had friends or close relationships with her family. Her line about Thor being there for her when no one else was, implies at least a lonely childhood. Her marriage was loveless, and it seems she didn’t have any affairs of her own.

She is different of course, in that she seems like someone who would actually spend her money, and enjoyed the luxuries it could buy. She had children, and she seems to care about familial connection, based on her treatment of Sam, and her comments about Sophie in the Halloween episode.

It would be funny, and kind of on-brand for Hettie to watch the movie and learn the wrong lesson. She has a tendency to learn the wrong lesson, or only partially learn her lesson. She might get offended at how much Scrooge is demonized for being careful with his money, instead of "squandering it on poor people", or simply decide that the lesson is to buy everyone's love so you don't die (o spend your afterlife) alone. She could become so terrified, that she would try and turn around a new leave, but with mixed-results. She could simply be appalled by how Scrooge lives despite being wealthy. Or she would simply decide that since she is dead and doesn't techinically own material things anymore, that this doesn't apply to her, though given how possesive she is of the house, I doubt it.

A Christmas Carol could be used as a basis for a episode plot, or even just a single scene or a running gag in a Christmas special.

I think cbs ghost would be the perfect show for a Christmas Carol inspired holiday episode. I mean, it's a sitcom, which are known for adapting famous work of fiction into episodes, and we already got mansion filled with ghosts, one of them who is literally a rich, greedy, victorian with a somewhat ruthless attitude towards life. But it would be funny to simply have a small b-plot, or a single scene where someone tries to force Hettie to have her “Scrooge epiphany”, where the joke is that she see through it, or simply fails to grasp the message.

If it’s just a single scene, then I love the idea of Thor or Sass telling her a tale from their culture, which was either intentionally or unintentionally inspired by Christmas Carol, to scare her straight, but Hettie sees right through it, beause she knew the story. It would also be funny if she didn’t know it, because her parents forbade her from reading it, because they thought it was nothing but propoganda against the rich.

As for a full episode adaption, then I can imagine a few ways that could go.

While I would personally not love it, I could imagine Hettie watching xmas carol and having a nighmare.

A better idea imo, would be Sas learning about christmas carol, and the storyteller in him would drive him to create a scenario based on the story, and get the other residents to join. They would because they are bored and they want to teach Hettie a lesson (and in Isaac's and Alberta's case, because they are performers at heart).

Sam could fill the role of Fred, as a younger relative who wants Hettie to open herself up to other values. Pete could be Bob, since he is kind and descent family man. Tiny Tim could be a child sick with something that would be life threating in Hettie’s lifetime, but is easily treatable today, unbeknowst to Hettie. He could be Pete’s grandson whose family is at the B&B, or Mark could come to fix something, and bring his son with him.

Thorfinn is jolly, but harsh and blunt, so he could be ghost of Christmas present. The plague ghosts could be the Want and Ignorance (Sidebar: Want and Ignorance reminds me of a few figures in norse mythology, especially Ganglati and Ganglöt, the slaves of Hel. Their names both means “lazy at walking” - löt and lati being the female and male version of the adjective lazy. Hel also has a few object named after negative things, like utensils named named starvation and hunger, so these figures remind me of Want and Ignorance).

Sass would be great as the ghost of Christmas past, as the second oldest ghost, and the story teller. I don’t know who could play the role of Christmas yet to be. Maybe a basement ghost, or Jay in a costume. Or Crash - and the reason he doesn’t say anything is simply becausae he doesn’t have his head.

Jacob’s Marley role is harder to cast. Maybe Elias, who somehow pops up for a moment, despite it not being Halloween, or the other residents could pretend that he is contatcting Hettie from Hell.

Alternetively, we could simply have one of the residents tell Hettie some story, real or made up, as warning.Isaac or Trevor could also suffice. Isaac and her consider each other equals, and have some similiar flaws (elitist, classist). Trevor seems to have been focused on gathering wealth in his life. As presumably rich, status focused men, they could both tell her cautionary tales from their time among the living, or they could tell Hettie that they believe ther reason they are stuck ghosts is because of their greed or lack of compassion and generosity. Maybe even make up a lie about narrowly escaping getting dragged to hell. Thor could pretend he was left behind by his shipmates because of his greed and miserly ways, and he just lied about not knowing why they abandoned him out of shame.

#hettie woodstone #ghost cbs #sam arondekar #thorfinn cbs ghosts #sassapis ghosts #isaac higgintoot #alberta haynes #trevor lefkowitz #jay arondekar #pete martino

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