#thorfinn x flower

[cbsghostsdaily]

- Sue Zhao

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

thor and flower are so autistic-for-autistic i love them

[peachyygoblin]

Isaac and Flower ramble!!💐✒️

Isaac and Flowers' similarities , and why they would make a good dynamic for more interaction because I love them ARGHHH !! 🌼🦅

Flower and Isaac are similar in ways many would not see at first eye, which is what sets them up to be viewed as an unlikely duo, until these reasons as to why they are the same would come into light!

For one: they both struggle with intimacy. Isaac with more physical and Flower with more emotional, although they both struggle with the other aspect too. This is something we have seen them tackle on their own without ever seeming to realise they are both similar in that way!!

I feel that once they understand that they are alike in this way, they may become closer and try to help each other out, especially considering their boyfriends are friends too! While Thor and Nigel watch ants, an unlikely friendship could be found with Flower as they could both talk about their respective partners and what its like to be in a relationship after many years of being caught up feeling the shared guilt or loss that they have both experienced in their last relationships in life! They both hold these complex feelings with love and how they emotionally regulate these feelings! Being similar in this way despite being hundreds of years apart could be something the both of them could share talking about together🌼🦅!!

Second Point: They have both been viewed as strange/socially outcasted in their life/death!! ARGH this is something I'm passionate about the both of them! Through Flowers life after she subjected to her more hippie life and no longer subjected to what was viewed as ''socially acceptable'' , the was viewed as being strange or off-putting in a way that she never fully understood, especially considering the only thing she wanted to do was to spread peace, love and music, PLUS she is thought to have been raised in an extremely strict/religious household as according to Sheilas' views on her, so this being considered into the fact that she derived from the pressures she faced from not only her family but also outside factors such as the general views of the time perfectly align with Isaacs also!! Isaac while alive had his curly hair and odd clothing which never had seem to fit in entirely with the fashions at the time, Which is why he straightened his hair to try and 'fit in with the cool kids' as BSJ once describes (Which, again, is something Flower did when she went by as Susan, straightening her hair to fit in with the high societal standards for her at the time) shows perfectly how he was also viewed as odd, but those are only physical aspects, Isaac never seemed to say anything right and was awkward socially, making him seem odd and off-putting in the same way that Flower would have been viewed as in her time!! We see it more with the Flower we know today also, where she blurts out and interrupts and says things of concern, whereas Isaac is more reserved, due to his era where the only thing he knew was to bury his true self and his feelings, something which Flower used to do until after she would have left the cult, but still not fully allowing herself to show weakness and vulnerability in the same way which Isaac does!!

This shared oddness which they both have is once again another way in which Isaac and Flower could see that they are more alike than once thought, especially considering that they *BOTH!!!* would have been brought up religiously (most likely Christian) and how that affected them and what was expected of them, even more so because they are both queer characters and what that part of their identity means to them. Isaacs mother was nosy, most likely questioning and wondering her son constantly, while Flower was in a strict household where once again, she could not be herself!! Its very likely she only went to law school to please her parents and their high expectations which they had of her. We know she never truly cared for it, as she constantly skipped classes to hang out with her partner, even though we know she was smart and capable enough to get into the school.

This expectation of pleasing and living up to parental expectations can once again be linked to Isaac and his expectations to marry for wealth or closing a deal, many marriages in his era were not for love, but rather for economy or business, its probable that his marriage with Beatrice was arranged, as they slept in separate rooms and beds, while he was lucky to have found a friend in Beatrice, it sill most likely would have been a marriage to please Isaacs' parents and their expectations of him to marry well to maintain a good reputation in his family, similar to Flower to maintain a good reputation of her household name too by going to law school!! Something which still was viewed as odd for women at the time, as they were still expected to be housewives or a mother tending to her children, but if she *was* to still subvert and be odd, may as well have her job be something respectable, right? 🌼🦅

Another smaller point: they both have a deeper caring and love for things which they do not show as often. This is due to all the years they both have had to suppress actual feelings in trade of being viewed as 'the perfect child', or societally acceptable, So when we see them both serious, we understand how much they truly care for the things which are important to them!!! If Isaac and Flower interacted more, we could truly get to see this shared dynamic in which they understand each other deeply, the way they changed themself, the way they both had crippling pressure applied to the both of them to be viewed as perfect, yet never truly achieving it due to the fact that no matter how hard they both tried, people found them weird or strange, another mini note, both of these characters seem to be written very neurodivergent coded, they both struggle with societal situations, have a hard time with tone and sarcasm, both stim a lot physically and have a strong sense of justice amongst many other things, i think it would be wonderful if they both actually were and it could be another thing that they could share in common, an understanding between the two that they are both different and that is a wonderful and beautiful thing to share, to be weird and for that to be and incredible thing, as it makes them, well, *them*! Maybe this is me reading into it too hard because I myself am ND but oh well teehee, I think that Isaac and Flower are more alike than what most people think, and for them to interact more and have that shared experience interacting together could be a wonderful thing to see on screen!! like hello they would be so silly together

BUT YEAH!! that was my long thread about Isaac and Flower and why they are so similar, there's bound to be more, but these points were the only things I could think about at the top of my head, thank you for reading all of this if you actually did!! I think that they're neat you guys I love them a lot🌼🦅💕

[roanofarcc]

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.

[originalwinnercheesecake]

Wish list for CBS ghosts season 4

Make Patience a recurring antagonist for at least 2-3 episodes before that story gets resolved and she gets regulated to a background character.

Patience character to be 50% good religious farm girl, 50% crazy witch. She also needs to have a wicked(ly cool) ghost power

More of Isaac loving dinosaurs

More solo development for Isaac

More of Isaac and Hetty's awesome friendship

No Nigel for a while. I do not like him. He did a lot of things in his and Isaac's relationship that are textbook abusive partner behavior.

I think it is about time for Jay's restaurant to start up, and I would like that to actually become pretty successful/profitable. Mostly because I would like Sam and Jay to have a bit more disposable income to do things around the manor, and I know the B&B is unlikely to become super busy next season (unless the show is ending , which I really do not want).

The difference in treatment between the above ground ghosts and basement ghosts to be addressed. I know after season 3 that they aren't going to move them all up stairs. But it would be nice if Sam and Jay could like furbish the basement , and then more Basement ghosts than just Nancy got invited to come upstairs for games or discussion.

Just to be clear I still want Nancy to keep making her frequent visits up stairs and hang out with the man 8. I just also would not mind seeing Stuart or another nameless basement ghost standing or walking by in the background on the occasion.

Explore Pete's power more. He does not need to hop on a plane and go across the country or anything, but let him keep going out into town and having adventures. Also let him keep going on dates with other random ghosts outside of the house.

I know that Pete&Alberta will probably happen at some point in season 4. The thing is though while that ship was cute in season 1, the way the ship was handled in season 2 soured it like milk to me. Both characters need a lot of development, and separate explorations of what they want out of a relationship, before I can ship them again.

H-Money is still a couple I kinda like. I do not expect them to get back together in season 4 (Please not another season that is fully devoted to coupling up all the character), but I would like them to start scheming together again. Let them figure out how to interact together as friends, and build a stronger foundation to eventually, in season 5 maybe, try again.

I have heard people suggest that Pete's power could maybe be extend to getting the other ghosts through the barrier if they are like holding onto Pete's hand. I want this. Now I know Sass will want to visit a Pizza Hut, and Issac a dinosaur museum, but I would say the most important thing to do with that would be to take Thor and Flower over to the Farnsby manor to visit Bjorn and his girlfriend Judy. It would also be cool if there was a lesbian ghost living there they could set up Nancy with. Since Nisaac is on a "respite" and queer representation (preferably healthy queer representation) is important.

Everyone remember in season 2 when we learned about Flower's super protective, formally MIA, army vet brother : Rob. You remember how the show's staff said they would love to have Rob come to the B&B for a visit, and were already considering actors who could play him? I want this episode. Also if you cannot directly tell Rob his sister is a ghost on the property, then can Trevor or Alberta use their powers to help Flower send a message to Rob. To say that she still loves him. I cannot deal that both siblings spent like 50 years thinking the other hated them when neither did. It is to sad.

It would be cool if we could also have Ira visit once too. I know Flower did not love him like she did Michael or does Thor, but he was still someone who was a big part of her life for a while, and knowing her cannonly had a large impact on his. Maybe we find that while he has done charities in her memory, trauma over watching her be killed by a bear has also lead him to sponsor bear hunts or poaching. Flower is horrified. Then Sam and Jay have to spend his visit looking for a way to convince him that is not what Flower would have wanted.

Four standard episodes for each season are a Halloween episode, an episode where Bela visits, one where Stephanie wakes up, and one where Crash appears and is slightly relevant. I have no idea what to do for an episode with Crash, but for the others

-Ghost animals on Halloween

-Home theater night for ghosts and guests on the night Stephanie wakes up, complete with all the drama of set up and shenanigans that going to the movies encores.

- Bela is broken up with Eric, she does not even like him. This time her and Jay's parents come with her for the visit. Bela wants all the latest gossip surrounding the ghosts, but they have to tip toe around the parents. Jay's dad does not fully support the B&B even without the knowledge that it is haunted, and Sam does not want to give her mother in law another reason to suspect that she might be crazy.

Owning back to the "Can Pete take the other ghosts off the property" theory, can Thomas Woodstone be a ghost who died visiting a neighbors property. We have no reason to see Elias again since he has decided to stay put in Hell. But Thomas reappearing could be interesting for both Hetty and Alberta. If he does show up though I want the twist to be that he is actually severally cognitively impaired (think Lenny from oMaM)... I mean the man was from an inbred family, played with lead based toys as a baby, had a cocaine addict mom, and a father who was a lot of things. He could not have been all there. Also address more on if Earl ever actually cared for any of the people he was two timing (again development that needs to happen to make Alberta want to go from dating an Earl to a Pete).

A Sasappis based episode that is not his death story. I feel like he needs at least one more episode exploring what his life alive was like, to be appropriately gutted when we learn about his secret death.

Actually maybe we can hold off on Sass's death and Hetty's ghost power until season 5. let's keep the element of mystery in the show for a little longer.

[stargirlshojo]

ghost headcannons part 1538293729

- thor and sasapis have very deep friendship and are the closest of all the ghosts (spent like 200 years together before isaac came around)

- nancy and flower lowk good friends and flower doesn’t mind hanging out in the basement

- flower and alberta host music club and they talk about their favorite musicians from the 20s and 60s respectively

- trevor likes to give hetty back rubs for free but she must not tell anyone or they will drop as a currency

- alberta loves to make sam and jay put on movies set in the 20s so she can nitpick every detail about their inaccuracies

- flower and thor LOVE scooby doo

- it’s pretty common for animals to see ghosts and i just know dogs would love hetty and she’d HATE it (but secretly wishes she had a lil lap dog)

- jay wanted to watch the percy jackson series and thor FORBID it (says it is made by danes and percy is too puny to be neptune’s son)

- thor LOVES talkshows and sitcoms

- trevor loves listening to hettys robber baroness stories

- hetty watches over jays cooking and nitpicks everything he does even tho the woman never had to cook and he’s a literal chef

[mooncalf87]

Listen. I had to. I’m sorry

Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart- Steven Universe

[januscorner]

Bi Pan Thor x Flower Stimboard

💗💗💗 💗💗💗 💗💗💗

[buffyfan145]

Really enjoyed the season finale of "Ghosts" last night and what it set up for season 4!!! 😀 Spoilery thoughts behind the cut.

I had a feeling Isaac was going to end his engagement to Nigel but didn't think that'd happen at the wedding. It made sense though as he wasn't ready for marriage yet. Though now he's also been taken by Patience so that's going to be an interesting storyline next season. Curious who's going to play Patience too. Then I'm so happy about Flower and Thor getting engaged. I actually do ship them and while I have other poly ships in my other fandoms I was glad in this case they ended it with Nancy as I noticed in the writing even in s2 that it was proving to Flower she could just love one person and be in a monogamous relationship. Also happy that Pete's back too and does have a limit on how long he can leave the property. Nice to see the actress Allegra Edwards, who played that girl Pete was with on vacation, was the same one who plays Ingrid on "Upload" which also deals with the afterlife in a different way too. Surprised Carol is still there too and she's marrying Baxter. LOL I too thought she'd move on so I guess she'll be in s4 too. And now the wait for s4 this fall.

[weltato]

don't mind me, just over here thinking about all the relationships in Woodstone Manor so far

they are my new top ships for the day

[cbsghostsdaily]

Thor x Flower ↳requested by @imdefyingmavity

tutorial credit: x + x

[bubblespalace]

Haunted Woodstone: Prologue

Back in the 1800s, there was a girl. She was born to a wealthy family.

This little girl was special, for she had the gift of seeing the undead. 

She knew three ghosts on the property, they had been her friends, and caretakers since her parents were always absent.

Soon the little girl was no longer little. She grew into a beautiful young lady, but due to her older eyes, she could no longer interact with her only friends.

Eventually, she forgot about them, only remembering a few things they had taught her.

Once she was seventeen, she was forced into a marriage with her cousin. But he was an evil, cruel man, who was unfaithful to her and made her think less of herself with every breath he took.

One day, years later, a man was hired to work in the family stables. The woman took an instant dislike to him and he took an instant dislike to her.

But in that dislike, there was still respect. 

Soon that respect blossomed into something else.

For the stable boy had fallen in love with the woman, and she had fallen in love with him. The two shared many kisses under the light of the moon. 

A few moons later, the boy proposed they run away together, and that they get married instead. 

Happily, the woman agreed, she would meet him at night in the stable and they would ride away together.

However, the woman's husband found out about them from one of the maids in the house.

He was furious and in a fit of rage he sought out an evil spirit. For he had sold his soul to the devil himself for power.

The husband devised a plan, he knocked on the stable boy's door in the middle of the night. The cunning man had lied to the stable boy and told him his wife had mysteriously died, and his services were no longer needed. The boy believed him instantly.

The stable boy was in despair, feeling as though he could not go on without his lover, he returned to the stables where he and her had their first kiss, and hung himself with the leather strap of her saddle.

The woman returned to the stable that night, wearing a stark white wedding gown and veil so they could get married. She found her lovers body hanging from the roof, she wailed in sadness. 

Soon, she pieced together what had actually happened. She took hold of an axe and charged down the hallways of the mansion to the dining room. 

She swung the blade to her husband's neck, decapitating him. After he was dead, she took her own life with a vile of poison to join her lover. 

But sadly, the husband still had a grip on the two lovers in their afterlife. He had separated the stable boy and his wife from each other, locking one in the attic, and one was left roaming the house, looking for the other for eternity.

Soon the husband had to pay up for his powers. He had to make the earth and hell one. This could only work by collecting souls. 

He had six already, but soon he gathered three more. A jazz singer, a troop leader, and a hippie.

All he needs is one more ghost to bring the mortal world to its demise.

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[lalaverdecia]

Who's your favorite ghosts from the CBS version?

Obviously Isaac! Although all the ghosts make me laugh, him and Nigel have a special place in my heart. 😊 🧑🏼‍❤️‍🧑🏻

[roanofarcc]

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.

[kaigarax]

100 Ways to Fall in Love Masterlist

AGAIN

Porco Galliard: Take 574

Eren Jaeger: Take 5

Marco Bodt: Take 382

Bertholdt Hoover: Take 892

Floch Forester: Take 374

Connie Springer: Take 103

Marcel Galliard: Take 42

Zeke Jaeger: Take 452

Armin Arlet: Take 294

Jean Kirstein: Take 122

Reiner Braun: Take 1101

FLIGHT

Miya Atsumu: It’s the Little Things

Komori Motoya: A Blue Hand Towel

Oikawa Tooru: To My First Love

Hoshiumi Korai: Somewhere Only We Know

Nishinoya Yu: How to Be Brave

Yaku Morisuke: Growing Up With You

Bokuto Kotarou: From Drops to Drizzle

Kuroo Tetsurou: How to Find Love

Futakuchi Kenji: Your Laugh and Smile

Iwaizumi Haijime: The Gravity of You

Miya Osamu: Stars In The Sky

MELODY

Agatsuma Zenitsu: Break My Heart

Tokito Muichiro: - Yours

Kamado Tanjuro: Always

Hashibira Inosuke: A Million Ways

Shinagawa Genya: And Forever

EMOTIONS

Saionji Ukyo: Times In Our Lives

Ishigami Senku: Between You and Me

Asagiri Gen: It’s Always Been You

Nanami Ryusui: The Reason We Exist

WISHES

Finral Rouclase: Wilting Flowers

Gauche Adlia: Frosted Over

Leopold Vermillion: Embers and Ashes

Magna Swing: Between the Boarder

FREE

Sabo: Of Knowing and Understanding

Eustass Kid: What One Claims to Be

X Drake: To The Stars

Roronoa Zoro: Hopes and Dreams

Trafalgar Law: And... You

Vinsmoke Sanji: Wishes and Hopes

Portgas D. Ace: Fall

Kaku: Could You Love Me

CHANCES

Loke (Leo): How to Flirt

Mystogan (Edolas Jellal): Autumn

Lyon Vastia: New Beginnings

HOPES

Nozel Silva: Dance

William Vengeance: Choose

Yami Sukehiro: Move

Fuegoleon Vermillion: Speak

Rhya: Lie

MOMENTS

Dederida: When You Are With Me

Nagato (Pain): When You Laugh With Me

Uchiha Itachi: When You Dream With Me

Sasori (Of The Red Sand): When You Craft With Me

Uchiha Obito: When You Change With Me

SONGS

Rengoku Kyojuro: Dandelion Wishes

Shinagawa Sanemi: Potted Aster

Uzui Tengen: Abatina Petals

Iguro Obanai: Sleeping Willow

Tomioka Giyuu: Sunflower Memories

DREAMS

Itoshi Rin: Elegance

Niko Ikki: Affinity

Yukimiya Kenyu: Cherish

Bachira Meguru: Passion

Michael Kaiser: Conviction

Shidou Ryusei: Amok - Absolutely

Mikage Reo: Evanescent

Nagi Seishiro: Accismus

WONDER

Senju Hashirama: Nobody (Loves Me)

Uchiha Izuna: Empty Bed

Uchiha Madara: Fix You

Senju Tobirama: Hypothetically

TUNES

Doma: Spring

Gyutaro: Winter

Akaza: Summer

STARS

Geto Suguru: Absolutely Bright

Nanami Kento: Absolutely Blunt

Gojo Satoru: Absolutely Dazzling

BRILLIANT

Itadori Yuuji: Absolutely Yours

Denji: Yours Absolutely

ECHOES

Sabito: "Anyways, I'm Falling In Love With You."

Julian Loki: "By The Way, I Think I Love You."

RETICENCE

Satoru Gojo: Sometimes, All I Think About Is You

Suguru Geto: I See You In My Dreams

DISTANCE - Someone You Loved

Asagiri Gen - The Mentalist: A Shattered Reflection of You

Porco Galliard - The Soldier: Everything I Could Never Say

Hoshiumi Korai - The Athlete: In The Midst of Uncertainty

REACH - Someone You Loved

Finral Roulacase - The Poet: Whiteclover

Niko Ikki - The Bookkeeper: Bittersweet

Loke (Leo) - The Dancer: Gardenia

SPACE - Someone You Loved

Sabito - The Storyteller: Forget Me Not

Senju Tobirama - The Detective: Crimson Red Rose

Nozel Silva - The Auteur: Bluebells and Lillies

BREADTH - Someone You Loved

Sero Hanta - The Hero: Exactly As You Saw

Thorfinn - The Chef: Exactly As It Is

Narushima Melt - The Pilot: Exactly As I Am

AMBIT - Someone You Loved

Tokito Muichiro - The Violinist: Green Wishes

Diez Drake - The Architect: Purple Hopes

Uchiha Obito - The Journalist: Orange Dreams

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Here Comes the Groom!

Nigel x Issac

Requested by: @mooncalf87

(A/N: I love wedding fluff and everyone coming together for it ong</3)

"I'm so nervous." Issac muttered to Trevor who was readjusting his jacket.

"Ah, small man, don't be nervous, if man accepts proposal man likes you." Thor commented, incredibly excited.

Issac nodded, "Thank you for the reassurance, Thor."

Sam walked in, smiling, she was also excited! A ghost wedding! "Me and Jay got the arch all ready and made sure it was beautiful and as requested."

Issac smiled, "Thank you, Sam," He said, his voice cracking. "This means lots."

"I know, Issac, now come on! Wouldn't wanna keep everyone waiting." She waved him on and down to the alter, where Jay was sitting. Aswell as Alberta, Hettie, Pete and where Trevor joined them. Thor lead him up to the alter and stood behind him. Sam nodded and Jay started up the "here comes the bride" music. Flower giggled and skipped down the aisle and threw fake flowers since... ghosts can't really grab petals... Followed by them was Nigel and Sas. Issac smiled and started tearing up as well with Flower. "I always cry at weddings- is that another butterfly?" She went to get up but Hettie grabbed her arm and sat her down.

Nigel reached the alter and smiled, whispering a hi to Issac and Issac saying hello back. Sam took a deep breathe and started, "we are gathered here to unite these two ghosts. Issac, do you take this man to be your husband in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, and to comfort him, in sickness and health, for as long as you two are... dead-?"

Issac smiled and nodded. "I do." Sam smiled and turned to Nigel, "Nigel, do you take this man as your husband in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, and to comfort him, in sickness and in health, for as long as you two are dead?"

Nigel smiled and nodded. "I do." He responded. "Then, by the power invested in me, you may now kiss the groom!" Sam finished. Issac leaned in and kissed Nigel, and Nigel returned it. Everyone cheered and hugged eachother, all happy for their friend. Thorfinn hugged Pete tight as he sobbed happily. Jay stood, "are they happy?" He hoped and Sam nodded. "They're stoked." She kissed his cheek and watched all the ghosts happily dance around and hug the newlyweds.