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CBS Ghosts Hotel Au
Here’s a synopsis of an au I’ve had for Ghosts for quite a while:
Samantha Woodstone, determined to get her bed and breakfast on the map, agrees to host a big event which the hosts will play handsomely. Problem? She has two weeks to prepare and needs a new head chief. She soon meets the perfect candidate, Jay Arondekar, an excellent chief however how long will it take before her boss and employee relationship take a turn?
Meanwhile, checking into the bed and breakfast is newly divorced dad Pete Martino and his daughter Laura, wanting to spend time with her before she moved off for college. His daughter, however worried that her dad may never find love again after her mom. Fortunately, the odds turn into her favor as her father pines over entertainer/singer, Alberta Hayes. A woman with a determination to get out of a contract with her manger/cheating bootlegger boyfriend and away from her creepy stalker.
Elsewhere, Issac Higgintoot tries to become co-manger at the hotel, however Nigel Chessum, an old British rival from his years in law school. As their friendly rivalry continues as they fight for the job, Isaac makes a discovery about himself he wasn’t prepared for. The question reminds, will Nigel feel the same?
Native American, Sasappis, is determined to get the spotlight as head performer at the BNB. To get an okay from Sam, he must perform a groundbreaking story, requiring him to find a muse. As the week progresses, he reunites with an old childhood friend and crush of his, Shiki, he believes he finds his muse. Unfortunately, he meets Jessica, one of the two new interns. He soon finds himself in one of his favorite tropes of all, the love triangle.
Looking to reconnect with his son, Thor agrees to a job as security guard at the BNB. As he sees his son again and his grandchildren, Thor struggles to overcome his prejudice beliefs to be a part of his son’s life again. Fortunately for him, he meets former cult member and hippie, Susan ‘Flower’ Montero. As he spends more time with her, determined to let go of his hot-headed behavior, he soon realizes his feelings for her go far beyond platonical.
Finally, the host of the event Elias and Hetty Wood along with their son Thomas, stay at the hotel for Elias and Hetty to renew their vows. Hetty just can’t wait for this to be over, tired of her stale marriage. However, she meets young, finance bro, Trevor Leftkowitz. The young man, desperate to get teenage girl, Stephine to stop hitting on him, he and Hetty set up a strangers with benefits situation. As time past though and the ceremony comes up, Hetty wonders if staying married to Elias is truly worth it.
Unbeknownst to the majority, an evil scheme created by Elias lurks around. A plan made to steal ownership of the BNB and ruin Sam’s life.
Through friendship, change, and love, these strangers’ lives all intertwined in the span of just two weeks. The only question left is, will love triumph or will they be left miserable?
I may or may not write a fic of this. I don’t know yet.
#jay arondekar#pete martino#issac higgintoot#nigel chessum#sasappis#susan montero#trevor lefkowitz#sam arondekar#thorfinn#ghosts thorfinn#ghosts cbs#cbs ghosts#hetty woodstone#elias woodstone#alberta haynes#ghosts flower#thorfinn x flower#sam x jack#hetty x trevor#pete x Alberta
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- Sue Zhao
#ghostsedit#cbsghostsedit#flower montero#thorfinn#thorfinn x flower#cbs ghosts#usersitcom#tvandfilm#ours#by janie
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thor and flower are so autistic-for-autistic i love them
#they’re so special to me!!!#thor and his special interest (cod) <3#cbs ghosts#thorfinn x flower#eli.posts
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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🌼🦅💕
#cbs ghosts#cbsghosts#ghosts cbs#ghostscbs#ghosts us#ghosts#isaac higgintoot#flower montero#thorfinn x flower#we all dream of getting queued off#essay#neurodivergent#im silly#please talk to me about them#i love them#sobs and cries#flower and isaac
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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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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
#cbs ghosts#ghosts cbs#hetty x trevor#h money#hetty woodstone#trevor lefkowitz#ghosts us#alberta haynes#pete martino#flower montero#thorfinn
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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.
#Cbs ghosts#ghosts 2021#ghosts US#sam arondekar#jay arondekar#cbs ghosts Thor#thorfinn#sasappis#cbs Sass#isaac higgintoot#Patience the puritan#anti Nigel chesum#Hetty woodstone#Alberta Haynes#Susan “Flower” Montero#pete martino#Alberta x Pete#Flower X Thor#trevor lefkowitz#H-Money#Nancy the Cholera ghost#Nancy the basement ghost#Thomas woodstone#Anti earl#cbs ghosts season 4#Cbs ghosts season 4 wish list#flower montero
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Listen. I had to. I’m sorry
Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart- Steven Universe
#my first ever gif set!!!! I was cackling the entire time making this#cbs ghosts#ghosts cbs#hetty woodstone#trevor lefkowitz#hmoney#h money#h$#hetty x trevor#trevor x hetty#isaac higgintoot#pete martino#jay arondekar#sam arondekar#alberta haynes#thorfinn#sasappis#flower montero#cbs ghosts edit#gif set#steven universe
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Nature lovers 🖤
#ghosts cbs#flower montero#pete martino#cbs ghosts#ghosts#fuck canon here’s a polycule#thorfinn#ghosts flower#ghosts thorfinn#ghosts Pete#ghosts thor#flower x Thor#flower x Thor x Pete#Pete x Thor#Thor x Pete#Thor x flower#flower x Pete#Pete x flower#Pete x Thor x flower#Thor x flower x Pete#polycule
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Bi Pan Thor x Flower Stimboard
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#Bi#pan#bisexual#biromantic#bi stims#Bi stimboard#Stimboard#stim board#stimboards#stim boards#thorfinn#cbs ghosts#ghosts cbs#thor x flower#flower x thor#flower ghosts#Pansexual#panromantic#Pan stims#Pan stim#Pan stimboard#Bi stim#Ghosts stimboard#ghosts cbs stimboard#Ghosts cbs stim#Janus’s Corner
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So I’ve seen a couple of people on tumblr that they hope that Nancy gets back together with Thor and flower and I personally think they shouldn’t.
While I do agree with their argument that we need more poly representation in media, I just don’t think it works with Flower and Thor. First of all, the only reason they got together with her was to please Flower and not upset Nancy since she kinda liked Thor. For me, this came out of nowhere. If the show actually tried to show she had chemistry with Thor and Flower then I would be more on board with the ship but that’s not all.
Another reason why I wasn’t a big fan of it was the entire arc of flower and Thor getting together. Thor wasn’t comfortable of the idea of being with anyone but flower and was willing to wait years for her to be comfortable with the idea of being in a one on one relationship. The progression of them was one of my favorite things in season two. Plus, their relationship of Flower finally dating Thor was also healing to the wounds she had from losing her last one-on-one with Micheal. They show how much Flower loves and cares for Thor to be tell him about a vulnerable part of her life and let her fears melt away to be with him.
When they got with Nancy, it just felt weird, it felt like all the story progression was for not if they could’ve just shacked up with Nancy earlier. If the writers decide to make the tree of them couple up again, in my opinion, it would make the other moments feel less special. No hate to the ship or people that ship it, I was just giving my two cents on the ship. If they do get together again, then maybe I could learn to like it. But right now? I am eh on it.
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Hi! Can you talk about the reasons you love Thor and Flower? They’re not at all popular here but I love them too. I really didn’t think I would at first but now I see them as perfect for each other!
Hi dear anon!
It's a releiving, that I am not the one, who ship the two of them. Firstly I love that they are always help each other improving to be a better person, like in Baby Bjorn, or A date to remember.
Secondly I think they have a good affect for each other, because Thor is a little less brutal and Flower is more attentive then earlier
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Thor x Flower ↳requested by @imdefyingmavity
tutorial credit: x + x
#cbsghostsedit#ghostsedit#cbs ghosts#tvedit#tvfilmspot#cbsghostsdaily#cbsghosts#flashing gif tw#thorfinn#flower montero#thor x flower#s2#s3#ours#by chris
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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.
#ghosts#ghosts cbs#isaac higgintoot#nigel#patience ghosts#flower#thorfinn#flower x thor#pete martino#upload#allegra edwards
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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
#is it manor or mansion i can never remember#hetty woodstone#trevor lefkowitz#pete martino#thorfinn#sam arondekar#jay arondekar#isaac higgintoot#nigel chessum#alberta haynes#susan montero/flower#flower#sasappis#isaac x nigel#hetty x trevor now too apparently#one sided pete x alberta#sam x jay#thor x flower#<- ngl they kinda cute like cmon flower is so sweet with him#cbs ghosts#fandom#cackling about trevor/hetty tho
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UNVEILED
pairing. ghost-bride!reader x trevor lefkowitz
summary. requested. Out of all the mysteries that lived within the walls of the Woodstone Mansion, Trevor was only curious about the mystery of you and the veil that constantly covered your face.
warnings. fem!reader, mentions of death, dead!reader, bodily injuries, talk of insecurities, murder, hurt/comfort
word count. 2.8k || masterlist
a/n. this came out a bit angstier than intended lol but don’t worry there is comfort too! also…maybe I write a part two to this?? feel free to request for all of the ghosts; I love this show so much <3
It often felt like you were on the outside of things, peering in but rarely interacting. The ghosts that shared their purgatory with you in Woodstone had tried and still sometimes did to include you in their TV-watching nights and other ghostly shenanigans. They tried to be kind, but deep down you knew the mystery that shrouded your presence unnerved them. You were the one death none of the already established ghosts had witnessed nor had they seen it coming. One day you simply were one of them, hidden behind a veil and forever stuck in your wedding dress that was ruined with deep crimson smudges.
Only Hetty, Thorfinn, and Sasappis had seen you hours before you met your fate on your wedding day. They saw your features illuminated with a blissful wedding glow. The next thing they knew, chaos had erupted throughout the mansion and you, bloodied and veiled, could see them. What had happened, they only caught pieces from wedding guests as they fled the mansion without any kind of celebration. A groom who flew off the handle and a poor almost-wife caught in the crossfire.
The three of them held more sympathy and kept the secret of your death, what little details they knew. But they had established their own friendships amongst each other and the new ghosts that later joined their strange collection. You could never find it in yourself to truly be a part of their tightly-knit circle. You floated about the house, not quite as estranged as the basement ghosts, but with an uneasy air of mystery that made it difficult for the core group of ghosts to befriend you genuinely. They were never unkind to you, but your presence seemed to unnerve them, sometimes. All you were was a sheet of off-white, faceless, and gory bride.
Your husband, the man you once swore had loved you more than life itself, had covered your face with your veil after he killed you. For a while, you wanted to believe the gesture was one of love but the more you sat in it, you knew it was one of self-preservation. He didn’t want to look at what he did to you, and you thought why would anyone else? You hadn’t even seen what you looked like, but you could feel the deep grooves of your injuries across your face. When you brushed your fingers along your cheeks and down across your chin, you were back at what was supposed to be your wedding night, lying on the ground as the man you once loved saw nothing but red. When he was done ruining the delicate skin along your face with something sharp you hadn’t even seen coming, he placed your veil back down where it had remained since.
Your blood was visible to anyone who looked at you, but your face was obstructed by the ivory, pink, and red veil. It was for the best, you believed. The ghosts and Sam already saw you as some peculiar horror movie figure that lingered in door frames and only spoke from time to time; your sudden input made them jump like they had forgotten you’d been there but you were quite hard to miss. Maybe they blocked you out, pretended they were ghosts haunted by some poor little bride in a costume people now bought in stores and wore on Halloween.
Well, that wasn’t the whole truth, necessarily. Not all of the ghosts tip-toed around you. There was one person in the mansion who seemed to be the opposite of turned off by your quiet and awfully haunting nature.
“Knock knock.”
“It’s not a courtesy knock if you’re already sticking your head inside the room, Trevor,” you said, followed by a gentle sigh.
Trevor was a stark contrast to the other ghosts, while they tried to be your friend but ended up tip-toeing too much around you, he seemed to not be put off by you in the slightest; it was odd and you weren’t sure how welcome it was. You didn’t know how to feel about his flirtatious comments or friendly attitude. Since your fiance, you didn’t have the best feelings toward men in general. You never knew what they were really thinking. One moment, they’re ready to walk down the aisle for you, and the next, they’re the reason you’re a ghost. It wasn’t like you could die again, but there were a million ways to hurt someone, even when you both were dead, which was another reason you didn’t cross the distance between you and the other ghosts.
With a shrug, he stepped fully inside your room with a smile on his lips. “Hard to be courteous as a ghost.”
“I don’t think you try too hard,” you replied, curled into your chair beside the window. You sat with your knees pulled up to your chest, the skirt of your dress spilling out along the ground. Trevor helped himself to the chair beside yours, making himself comfortable. “Is there something I can help you with?”
He shook his head. “There’s only so much of Thorfinn’s ‘cod-talk’ that I can handle. So, I figured I’d pay you a visit. You didn’t come to our morning TV time. Sam showed us another reality show called ‘Jersy Shore.’”
“I don’t think I’m the most welcome to TV time.” They invited you, sure, but deep down you knew they only did it as a formality. You often felt like you were butting in.
Trevor looked at you like you had grown another head; his brows furrowed and a little crease formed across his forehead. “What? Of course you are. You live you too, you know?” He scooted to the end of the chair that was angled toward yours and leaned forward. “And I like having you there.”
You looked at him, head tilted slightly. He couldn’t see your face nor the expression you made underneath your veil but he heard the scoff leave your lips. “You don’t have to say that, you know? You don’t have to pretend like you…” you trailed off, unsure of the right word. You don’t quite know what he was pretending to do. To like you. To see you as a friend when he hardly knew anything about you. Your presence unsettled those inside the house. The air of mystery around you wasn’t inviting but rather cold and confusing. You had made yourself that way, with the help of your fiance who had lost his mind on what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life.
“Like I what? Like you? Because I’m not pretending,” he said, his voice so matter of fact it was hard to believe he was lying, but you knew he had to be. Trevor hung around you, talked to you like a friend, but you couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t real. How could it be?
“Stop,” you signed, hanging your head and dropping your legs back down to the ground. The taste of blood forever stuck on your tongue made you wince. “Look at me.” You weren’t something lovely anymore. And sure, the other ghosts all had something that signified their death forever stuck on them, but it was bigger than a simple appearance. You had loved someone so much and they hurt you so terribly that even in the afterlife the thought of showing your face, your wounds and blood and bridal makeup made you feel ill. Because if someone you loved had looked at you before that, someone who knew you so intimately, and still hurt you, how was anyone supposed to look at you now and feel any semblance of love or even like? What if someone looked at you again, face ruined, and decided to hurt you just as your fiance did?
“I’m trying,” Trevor said. “But it’s a little hard to see you.”
A pang, hot and deep, ricocheted through your chest as you stood up. “That’s the point.”
You weren’t sure if you wanted to cry or scream, perhaps a bit of both but you had resorted to silence considering you weren’t alone. You didn’t want to make more of a scene than you already did with your presence that felt too large and uncomfortable.
“Do you want me to get rid of them?” Sam asked, her voice laced with concern and a gentleness that was a bit lost on you. She and Jay had been cleaning out some old boxes they had found shoved into a closet. In one of them lived a couple of framed photographs of you and your fiance when you were dating. They were a little worn and so old you were surprised they held up after all that time.
You looked too happy in the photos, smiling widely in his arms. There was another taken shortly after your engagement. Your family had brought them to Woodstone to decorate with for your wedding and after the events of that night, they must’ve forgotten them. Somehow they got shoved into a box and remained inside the home ever since. A part of you felt like it was a sweet sentiment, cementing your presence inside the mansion but another part felt like it was some kind of sick joke.
“Oh, so that’s what you look like,” Flower said, peering over Sam’s shoulder. There was no malice in her voice, only the usual airiness, but it carried an unknown weight to her and everyone else.
You felt sick as you stared at the smiling face of the man you almost married. He looked happy too. The two of you together had once been a charming sight. Your families and friends always told you how good the two of you looked together like you had been put on the Earth to find one another. But you no longer looked like the person staring back at you in the photograph, and the last image you had of the man you once loved looked nothing like he did in those photos.
Tears pricked your eyes as you shook your head at Flower’s words. “No anymore.” And never again.
Back inside your room, you paced, chewing on your fingernails. Something had a tight hold on your chest, squeezing your heart was no longer beating tightly. You were so caught up in your awful, crashing waves of nasty emotions that pulled you under, that you missed someone enter your room.
“Hey,” Trevor said, softly so as to not scare you but you jumped anyway and dropped your hand quickly as your veil fell back over your mouth. “Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were okay after that. Sam feels really bad about showing you the photos. She didn’t mean to make you upset she just-”
You cut him off with a wave of your hand. “I didn’t know they’d make me feel so awful,” you said, glad he couldn’t see the tears that trickled down your cheeks. “That’s not her fault. I…” you trailed off, falling onto the edge of your bed with your hands held tightly together in your lap.
Trevor sat beside you, leaving a space between you two. “The other dude in the photo. He was your fiance, right?” You nodded, solemnly. “And he was the one who…”
“Kill me? Yes.” The pieces weren’t impossible to put together. You were sure in Sam’s research about the house and the ghosts your story was among them. Maybe Hetty or Sass or Thor told the others what little they knew about your death. They had been off doing something else when you were murdered, but that wasn’t something that occurred silently. In the aftermath, the house was in chaos and your almost-husband was taken away red-handed.
“I’m sorry,” Trevor said.
“He wasn’t.” Your voice came out with a bite, but it wasn’t directed at Trevor. You bounced back and forth between sadness and anger, stewing it in decade after decade. You wanted it soothed but you feared you’d forever be the bitter bride roaming the halls of Woodstone. “He did more than just kill me that day. It was like he knew I’d become a ghost, stuck here forever in this stupid dress, and my face-” You stopped yourself, ghosting your hand against the fabric of your veil. “He ruined me. Both in life and death.”
Carefully, Trevor reached out and grasped your hand. His hand was cold, but as he squeezed yours, you felt warmer. “Don’t let him,” he said, simply as if he knew anything about how you felt. You rolled your eyes; he couldn’t see it but he sensed it in the stiffening of your shoulders and the slack of your hand in his. “He’s not here, you are. Yeah, he fucked up your life but…I don’t know, don’t you ever feel like us becoming ghosts is a weird second chance?”
“It doesn’t really feel like a second chance. It feels like I’m stuck.” Stuck in your dress, in your veil, in your wedding venue, in the sinking feeling that no matter what you do you’re doomed.
“But it can,” Trevor said, scooting closer to you. “It can feel like a second chance. No one here should be friends; no one here should know anything about each other but we do. That’s a second chance if I’ve heard of one.”
“And you don’t think it’ll end badly?” Because doesn’t everything good?
He smiled lightly. “I try not to think about how it’ll end, only how it’s goin’.”
You had once thought that way too. The inevitability of death or something coming to an end was one of the last things that used to occupy your mind. You lived in the moment, swept up in happiness and falling in love with every stranger you met. The ‘till death do we part’ promise your fiance made when he proposed had never weighed on you because you always thought you’d make it into your old age with him. Since you felt death, endings in your mind became bitter and you couldn’t help but believe they’d always be bad. Every end would be tragic in life and death.
“I don’t think I can do that anymore,” you admitted in a whisper, staring down at your intertwined hands in your lap.
“I could show you.” You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face but you were too scared to look at him and see how genuine he was. You heard it in his voice but seeing it on his face, you were afraid you’d cave. A small piece of you, the part of your heart still intact that wanted nothing more than to be in love again, wanted to cave so badly. The loneliness of your act of pushing everyone inside the home away despite their efforts was tiresome.
You blinked back a couple more tears and sighed. “That might take a while.” You didn’t know if you even had it in you to take back what your fiance stole.
“Good thing we have eternity, then.” You heard the smile in Trevor’s voice and caved, looking over at him looking right at you. He was close, closer than you were sure he had ever been. “Do you trust me?”
The first answer that sprung forward in your head was yes, despite everything, every twisted worry that had accumulated in your body, your instinct when he asked was to say yes. He’d never done anything to make you say no. Unlike your fiance, you never had a troublesome inkling in the pit of your stomach that he’d lose his temper one day or that you got on his nerves when they were already inflamed. No, Trevor stayed with a cheeky grin, a crude joke, a compliment here and there, and an air of trustworthiness that everyone in the house felt but never said aloud.
Swallowing thickly, still tasting the blood on your tongue you answered, “Yes.”
He let go of your hand and touched the end of the veil’s fabric, holding it between his fingers. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he said, quietly. You held your breath and stayed still, not moving a muscle as he slowly started to lift the veil, giving you plenty of time to tell him to stop. It wasn’t until the fabric was fully off of your face that the fear of him turning away in disgust or horror fell over you. He was looking at, looking at what your fiance had done in his successful murder attempt. While you had no idea what you truly looked like, you knew the placement of every cut and groove. You knew it was unsightly and you couldn’t blame Trevor if he pulled the veil right back down over your head, just as your fiance had done after the deed was done.
You waited in thick anticipation, fear encroaching on the corners of your mind. But, Trevor did nothing you feared he would.
His lips pulled upwards in a smile, bright and warm, as he held onto the sides of your face. “Hi,” he said, seeing you for the first time really.
“Hello,” you replied.
#cbs ghosts#trevor lefkowitz#trevor lefkowitz x reader#trevor lefkowitz x you#hurt/comfort#ghost!reader#hetty woodstone#alberta haynes#flower montero#pete martino#isaac higgintoot#thorfinn#sasappis#ghost fanfiction#cbs ghost fic
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