Could you do a sasappis x ghost reader fic where the reader is attached to an old dress (or anything object of your choosing, in my mind it was readers fav thing in life and then got attached to it somehow) that’s from an antique store? Like Sam went to an antique store maybe to buy something for the b&b and she saw the reader and talked to her and was like “hey do you wanna come with me to make new friends?” Or something like that (sorry this is so long and specific) and maybe make it a series if you’d be cool with that?
this is such a good idea!! thx for the request!
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pairing. sasappis x ghost!reader
summary. when sam stumbles upon your ghost in a vintage shop, she offers to bring you to a less lonely home.
a/n. would love to make this a series of blurbs like my ghost bride!reader series!
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The smell of dust stained your nose, a perceptual scent that lingered in the vintage shop for as long as you could remember. The place was always quiet, even when patrons shopped about with curious eyes as they gazed at the past in the form of little trinkets.
You spent your time at the shop, not because you had died there, but because you were one of the few ghosts whose soul was tied to an object rather than a place.
Much to your disappointment, the only ghosts in the shop with you were an old woman who had technically passed away upstairs in what was once an apartment, a ghost cat who spent its days hissing at the cashier, no matter who was on shift, and a grumpy man. The man hated talking to anyone and spent his time sulking and complaining about what had happened to his shop. The old woman spent most of her time upstairs. And the cat was not pleasant company most of the time, but he was someone to talk to when you grew impossibly bored.
Your afterlife was dull. Day after day, you longed for someone to purchase the dress you were tied to, but it was always overlooked due to it being stuck in a corner. You roamed the shop or sat on the curb outside, wishing you could see something, anything new.
Your luck turned one afternoon, when a blonde woman strode into the vintage shop with a man on her arm, smiling sweetly at each other as they pursued the various oddities that held history so thick you could smell it.
As you sat on an old armchair, you watched them with the same curiosity you always did, drinking up the different view to entertain yourself.
The blonde woman passed by the armchair and offered you a polite smile. You furrowed your brows but brushed it off, assuming she had just seen something on the wall behind you that made her smile. You began following her, however, just to see what the couple was looking for in the organized mess.
As you lingered close, the woman suddenly turned around, looking you right in the eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but faltered as her eyes flickered down to the outfit you were wearing. The dress you were tied to was also on your ghostly body, untouched by the years as the physical dress was. Its colors weren't dull or weathered, nor were wrinkles and hand-sewn rips mended. The dress looked as it had when you received it as a gift.
"You're a ghost, aren't you?" the woman said, voice quiet.
You blinked in surprise as the man at her side paused his searching.
"Oh, cool. There's a ghost in here?" he looked past you, as everyone always did, but not the blonde woman.
"Can you see me?" you asked, confused as to how that was possible. She seemed very much alive, unlike yourself.
She nodded. "I'm Sam. I, well, I had a bit of an accident and hit my head. Since then, I've been able to see ghosts, and boy, are you guys everywhere."
That sounded wonderful, being able to go anywhere and see so many different ghosts. You knew you shouldn't complain; technically, you could travel where other ghosts couldn't. But for years, you'd been stuck in the vintage shop and surrounding area, as far as your tether would allow. You long for conversation, for new people and fresh eyes.
You introduced yourself and learned that Sam lived with a group of ghosts at her inherited mansion. She was still learning how to live with ghosts and being able to see them without seeming like she was crazy. Her husband, Jay, couldn't see ghosts, but he acted like he could in his interactions. You found the couple fascinating.
"Your ghosts all died at your house?" you asked.
"Yep, or on the property." She hesitated, and you assumed she wanted to ask about your death but was deciding against it quickly. You could see how it could be a taboo topic for most ghosts, but your death was not tragic, other than the way death itself can be. It was a simple accident.
"I didn't die here, if that's what you want to know," you said, saving Sam from having to ask.
Her eyes widened slightly. "You can travel?"
"Sort of." You led them to your dress and explained how where it went, you did.
"Oh, we had a ghost like that once," Sam said. "Kind of, anyway. She was attached to a car, though." You hummed, intrigued by the kind of life she lived. "How long have you been here?"
You blew some air from your cheeks and slumped back down in the armchair. "Too long. It has terrible company. The only two other ghosts don't talk much, and the cat is an asshole most of the time."
"That sounds lonely," Sam said with a frown.
You shrugged. "I guess it could be worse. I'm just waiting for someone to buy the dress and take me somewhere new. Even if it's shoved in an attic again, at least I can look at something other than these knick-knacks."
A small gasp left Sam's lips, alerting her husband. "What is it?" he wondered.
"Get your wallet! We're buying the dress." Sam pointed at your dress before her eyes fell back onto you. "If that's okay with you, of course."
You jumped up from the air, practically toppling over in pure shock. "You want to buy the dress?"
Sam's face was soft, friendly. You couldn't remember the last time someone looked at you with an expression like that. "I have a house full of ghosts who would love some new company. They can be a lot, but they mean well, most of the time. And I think they'd like you."
You couldn't have agreed quicker if you tried.
Woodstone was beautiful in the way a lot of items at the shop were beautiful. It was a clash of present day and of another time more familiar to you. Oldness crept out from the edges, but it smelled like lavender and baked goods.
You were positively giddy as you stepped inside, eyes darting all around. You only got as far as the front room before a small army of people hurried in, all plucked from different times. Their clothing gave them away, like a rainbow of the past to the present.
“Who’s the new girl?” a man with a severe lack of pants asked, looking you over with curiosity.
“Hi!” you greeted, unable to contain your excitement. The ghosts all flinched, surprised at your acknowledgment of them.
“The newest member of Woodstone!”
Their voices all overlapped with questions, which quickly was overwhelming due to being alone and in the quiet for ages. It must’ve shown on your face because one of the ghosts, in a pretty purple dress rolled her eyes before she said, “Can y’all hush! You’re going to scare her off.”
Once they were settled, they each introduced themselves before it was your turn. You offered the same brief explanation you gave Sam; which only slightly satisfied their curiosity.
Sam showed you to a nice room and hung up your dress before leaving you to get acquainted with the place.
The room had a large window that overlooked the backyard. You could have spent hours just staring at the nature that replaced the view of parking lot in the shop. Birds flew from the trees and the sky started to turn orange as the sun set.
“Knock knock.”
You spun around at the voice, meeting the gaze of one of the ghosts you had just met, who introduced himself at Sasappis.
“Oh, hi.”
He looked nice, from what you could tell. He stood fidgeting with his hands in the doorway, a small smile on his face. You may have spent the last several years in the shop, but you weren’t clueless as to what a cute man looked like, even if they were few and far in between. Sasappis was very cute, with pieces of his hair braided and traditional clothing on his body. His eyes were soft and cheeks slightly pink in the setting sun light.
“I wanted to ask if you, if you weren’t busy, wanted a tour of the place. Not to brag, but I’ve been here the second longest,” he said, a casual shrug of his shoulders. “Which sounds like I’m calling myself old. I mean, I am old, but not physically. Wait, not like- I mean-“
You laughed, cutting off his rambling. “I would love a tour,” you answered sweetly.
He beamed, eyes crinkling as he did so.
You had a feeling a Woodstone was going to be a new adventure for many reasons, and you couldn’t wait.
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summary: you never thought your ability to see ghosts would be useful until you stumbled upon a job at the Woodstone B&B.
word count. 1.5k | masterlist
note: part 2 mayhaps?
Your mother had once said you had an overactive imagination; a child with vivid dreams even while awake. Your world was in technicolor, painted with characters so life-like that once you grew older and the adorable nature of imagery friends wore off, you couldn’t quite understand them. Talking to the old woman who occupied the old rocking chair on the porch or the little kid in odd clothing in the backyard became concerning instead of endearing.
Instead of embracing the curious characters in your life, you ignored them, but they never left. Voices drifted through department stores and churches from people no one else could see beside you, all alike in bloody wounds or old age.
It had scared you for the longest time once you had outgrown your youth, but as adulthood settled in your bones, you found it more taxing than anything. To go about life pretending that you couldn’t see a whole world hidden from normal people’s eyes got tiresome. There was an itch you refused to let yourself scratch. Conversing with ghosts would only solidify your fears and confirm the scary idea that your brain was vastly different than everyone else's. You did not need that, or, at least, you thought you didn’t.
But one day, while browsing job listings, you came upon one for an up-and-coming bed and breakfast. The job seemed simple enough, working the front desk, resetting rooms, and helping out guests. Upon your interview at the mansion, you were instantly greeted by unknowing ghosts that inhabited the house. They were an interesting collection of ghosts, but certainly not the worst you had encountered in your lifetime. You believed it would be easy enough to ignore them and work there.
It had for a while, too. You went about your daily duties with little trouble, hiding your smiles whenever one of the ghosts said something particularly funny and tuning them out when they were chatting away about new guests.
One ghost in particular caught your eye, who you had learned was named Sasappis from the ghosts' conversations. He often hung around the front desk while you were working, watching the guests come and go or peering over your shoulder to see what you were gazing at on your laptop. You didn’t mind, having been around plenty of curious ghosts in your life.
In fact, you found his presence nice. In what often sounded and looked like the chaos of the Woodstone mansion, he was more of an observer, only participating in the wildness from time to time as a means to probably keep himself entertained.
For a while, as you worked, you believed it would always be that way. That was until you overheard a curious conversation Sam was having in the living room one evening.
You had meant to leave, but your car was being fussy, as it always did when the weather turned cold. So, you had retreated inside to call your friend to come get you and you’d figure out your car troubles after a good night’s rest.
“When are you gonna tell her?” A ghost’s voice sounded, who you recognized as Alberta.
“I don’t know,” Sam replied.
Sam. Living, breathing Sam. Confused, you crept your way through the front entrance to listen closer, thinking you were simply mishearing things.
“She seems terribly nice; I doubt she’ll want you institutionalized,” said Hetty.
You took another step forward, but the floorboards creaked under your feet and gave away your eavesdropping.
“Hello?” Sam called out, causing you to wince before plastering on a fake smile as she rounded the corner to catch you. “Oh, you scared me.”
“Sorry about that,” you breathed out, smoothing down the fabric of your jacket. “My car’s acting up, again. My friend’s on her way but it’s freezing out so I thought I’d, you know, wait in here.”
Sam smiled sweetly, nodding in understanding before she glanced back at the living room. “I was just, uh, talking to myself.”
You tilted your head to the side just slightly. “Were you?” The question was bold, but you were confused. From what it sounded like, Sam was talking to the ghosts that inhabited her home. Was it possible that someone else held the same oddity you did? Surely it wasn’t impossible considering you could see and speak to ghosts, but that person being your boss was more than unexpected. But also, what if you had misheard things? You couldn’t blurt out that you saw the ghosts in her home; what if she had been talking to herself and she thought you were insane and fired you?
Sam hesitated and the ghosts walked out of the living room to see what was going on. You only looked at them for a brief moment, but it was enough for Sam to catch you.
“Wait,” she said, shaking her head. “Did you hear…something else?”
It was your turn to hesitate, chewing down on your lip as you contemplated biting the bullet. “More like someone else…”
The ghosts gasped. “Can she hear us too?” Trevor asked.
You sighed, “Yes.”
The ghosts gasped again, and Sam’s face broke out in a wide grin and she rushed forward and grasped your shoulders. “You can see my ghosts!”
“Your?” Alberta replied, scoffing.
Sam seemed relieved, which was not the response you thought you’d receive when telling your boss you could see and hear ghosts. Instead of a disturbed gaze, she looked excited which caused some of your worry and apprehension to fall from your shoulders.
“You see us whole time?” Thorfin asked, confused, and somewhat rightfully so. While you didn’t exactly understand what it was like to be a ghost, you could imagine someone pretending not to see or hear you a little off-putting, which is why you felt the need to explain yourself.
“Yes,” you said, sheepishly smiling at the group. “I didn’t want you,” she glanced at Sam. “To think I was crazy. I like this job, a lot. But boasting about seeing ghosts isn’t exactly a great resume builder.”
Sam’s smile didn’t leave her lips as she squeezed your shoulders once more before letting go. “Well, at Woodstone it is. I don’t feel like the only crazy lady here anymore.” She paused, scrunching her nose up at her own words. “Not that I’m calling you crazy, just that I felt crazy-”
You laughed, cutting her off gently. “Believe me, I’ve felt crazy my whole life. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one.”
“You’ve been able to see ghosts your whole life?” asked Issac.
“Yep. Which was cute as a child but much less cute as an adult.”
Sam hooked her arm with yours and started to pull you toward the kitchen. “We have so much to talk about!”
Your next shift at Woodstone was vastly different. Instead of ignoring the ghosts to save your thinly veiled sanity in front of your bosses, you were able to embrace the chaos of the ghostly group without fear of being fired.
The ghosts were rather chatting, excited to have another living person to talk to while Sam was occupied with other work in her office. You stood at the front counter, the day slow but in a way that was nice. Most of the ghosts had come and gone throughout the day, stopping by for a light conversation before they went about the rest of their day, doing whatever ghosts enjoyed doing.
But one ghost hadn’t paid a visit until it neared mid-afternoon, which was different than before.
“Hello,” you greeted Sass as he stepped out of the living room. He offered you a small smile as he wandered toward the front desk.
“Hey,” he greeted.
You leaned on your elbows propped up on the counter across from him. “And what have you been up to today? Usually, you visit me first thing in the morning.” Your tone was light, maybe a bit teasing but all good-natured.
He cringed, folding his arms across his chest. “That seemed a lot less creepy when I thought you couldn’t see me.”
You laughed. “I don’t think it was creepy.”
He narrowed his gaze, lingering a little ways in front of the counter like he was nervous to step any closer. “Really?”
“Really,” you assured him. “I liked the company. Though, I think I may like it even more now that I don’t worry about being called crazy for talking to you.”
Sass seemed to relax a bit at your words, stepping closer to the counter with a small smile on his lips. You were able to really look at him without having to pretend to look through him. Perhaps it was still a bit odd, but you did think he was rather handsome. Young ghosts were uncommon, but not nearly as common as old, horror movie-like ones. Sass was very far from horrifying.
“You might not get called crazy for seeing us but listening to these other ghosts talk may drive you crazy,” he joked.
“The other ghosts? Not you?”
His smile was nice; it caused little crinkles in the corner of his eyes and his teeth to show. “Oh, no. Not me. I’m the only sensible one here. Totally cool compared to the other guys.”
You matched his smile, wide and happy. “Hm, we’ll see about that.”
AN UNFAMILIAR PATH. You and Trevor take a walk and he starts to break down your walls piece by piece.
UNVEILED. Out of all the mysteries that lived within the walls of the Woodstone Mansion, Trevor was only curious about the mystery of you and the veil that constantly covered your face.
ONE DACE, PLEASE? since your death, weddings at Woodstone have been a source of bitterness for you but that doesn’t stop trevor from attempting to cheer you up with a dance
LOVING SLOWLY. a quiet moment between you and trevor lead to a step even further in the right direction.
alive!reader
THE ONE. It would have been fun if you would’ve been the one.
THE OLD FASHIONED WAY. You had always regarded your ability to see ghosts as odd, until you met Sam and her eclectic group of ghosts.
A MOMENT IN THE IMPOSSIBLE. near death experience sometimes gave people the ability to see and communicate with ghosts. what you did know was what a second near death experience meant for your ghostly communication, but you were about to find out.
AN OFFERING. you stay at woodstone in hopes of reconnecting with an old and dead best friend
ghost!reader
PICK ME UP. Flirting was certainly not your strong suit, but your boyfriend found your flirty fumbles rather endearing.
LIKE THE MOVIES. being from the 1950s, you had missed the fad of 1990s romantic comedies. luckily you had a ghost-mate with an odd knowledge of movies and eternity on your hands. after binging countless romcoms with trevor, you’re inspired to ask him out in a very 90s fashion
SLOW DANCE. during a holiday party at the mansion, you and trevor share a slow dance
LOATHING. being stuck in the afterlife came with certain rules, one of which was to be civil with your ghost-mates for the sake of everyone’s sanity. however, you and trevor couldn’t stick to that rule. you two loathed each other. or, you thought you did.
DO NOT DISBURB. the 5 times the ghosts caught you and trevor kissing + the 1 time you two finally got some privacy
WHO ARE YOU REALLY? being an icon of your time, cemented in history and remembered for your work on the silver screen was a dream come true. while having fame and fortune was a blessing, everyone had only seen you as a starlet. no one bothered to dig a little deeper, look a little closer at all of you and not just the polished pieces. that was, until you met trevor.
TO THE POINT. you were an unexpected change of events, not interested in playing a game of cat and mouse with trevor, but rather being forward with him. you completely threw off his game, and he loved it.
CLUELESS. when it’s clear that neither you nor trevor will make a move on each other, the other woodstone inhabitants take matters into their own hands
PETE MARTINO
ghost!reader
WING-MAN. in an attempt to help pete woo alberta, you realize your feelings for him may stretch a bit beyond friendship.
LAZY, LOVELY DAY. a lazy afternoon spent with pete and star wars.
WHAT WE DESERVE. pete can’t seem to wrap his mind around your affectionate nature, especially when you aim that affection on him
THE TREE HOUSE INCIDENT. you become the second person to almost die on the woodstone property and gain some paranormal abilities in the aftermath
SASASPPIS
ghost!reader
UNFINISHED BUSINESS. as the two youngest ghosts at woodstone, you and sasappis understood each other and your laundry lists of unfinished business. at the top of the list for both of you? falling in love
STARGAZING. stargazing with sasappis.
BEDTIME STORIES. sass tells you stories to help you fall asleep
SEVEN MINUTES. while sam and jay are away on a weekend vacation, trevor decides to teach the ghosts party games he played in high school, which leads to you and sass being forced to spend seven minutes in heaven
UNDER THE MISTLETOE. per the holiday season, jay decides to hang mistletoe around the mansion, unknowingly pushing two ghosts closer together
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. when nightmares of your death come back to haunt you, sass is there to keep you from spiraling.
PEACE. being somewhat new to the afterlife left you hanging on the outside of things. you liked the quiet and to keep to yourself. and despite sass history, he found himself interested in your quiet nature.
ALL’S FAIR. sass has been out of the dating game for a long time and feels utterly unprepared to ask out the cute ghost girl, jessica. he asks you for help, and despite your feelings for him, you offer to help him out with a practice date.
RIBBONS & STRINGS. one perk of the afterlife was having died with your guitar; it was your outlet to deal with, well, everything. but when you can’t think of any lyrics, you find shared inspiration with sass
SHADOWLESS. your untimely death had occurred moments before you were supposed to fall asleep for a peaceful nights slumber. because of that, you had the worst time falling asleep nearly every night until sass notices and decided to offer you some comfort.
FAMILY TIES. when your family comes to visit Woodstone, your final resting place, it kicks up a whirlwind of emotions, but sass is there to comfort you.
SOUL TIES. your ghostly form is attached to a ring, which moves you at the will of its alive handler. which is all fun and games until the lost ring is then tossed in the pond, dragging you down with it.
TALK FAST. your ability to ramble on and on usually got you chastised or ignored, but there one person who hangs on ever word
SOFT SPOT. the afterlife could wear you down after so many years stuck in one place, but when a new face starts to meld into the day-by-day of woodstone, the afterlife doesn't seem all that bad
ghost bride!reader
TILL DEATH DO WE PART (KIND OF). the afterlife wouldn’t have been too bad if you hadn’t accidentally killed yourself along with your no-good husband. now you were stuck with a bitter taste in your mouth and his voice in your ear. luckily, the band of ghosts at woodstone favored you over him.
sass x reader hcs
pre-established relationship + an adopted ghost kid
alive!reader
SEE ME NOT. you never thought your ability to see ghosts would be useful until you stumbled upon a job at the Woodstone B&B. PART 2!
CRUSHIN’. is having a crush on a person who doesn’t know you exist a bit pathetic, sure. but that wasn’t going to stop sass.
dead pirate!reader
ROUGH SEAS. you and sass had a long history, having known each other before your deaths. you had thought there were decades of underlying feelings between the two of you, but when a new ghost starts hanging around woodstone and catches sass’s eye, you wonder if it had all been in your head.
THORFINN
A NEW YORK SIX. after hearing you talk about your ex-boyfriend you had when you were alive, thor tries to mimic what he believes you liked in a partner. but there was nothing you liked more than thor just being himself.
HETTY
THE WAY ITS SUPPOSED TO BE. after hetty’s husband is released from the basement vault, you catch him alone with hetty, belittling her. if anyone understood a horrible partner, it was you. but things were different now.
summary. the afterlife wouldn’t have been too bad if you hadn’t accidentally killed yourself along with your no-good husband. now you were stuck with a bitter taste in your mouth and his voice in your ear. luckily, the band of ghosts at woodstone favored you over him.
warnings. dead!reader, mention of murder, toxic previous relationship, the patriarchy :(
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“Watch the wine. Don’t let the women near the glasses,” Matthew said, his words low and drawn out to make his point. You rolled your eyes, itching to kill him all over again.
It wasn’t that you believed murder was a good solution to one issue. You, all of your life, had prided yourself on your good morals and ladylike ways of the time. But when your parents forced marriage upon you with a rich, horribly ill-mannered, terrible man, murder seemed like the only viable solution. Without a husband, you’d go nowhere in society, but as a newlywed window, you garner the sympathy of the town along with funds that your father would gain due to the terms and agreements of the marriage. He, while a stern man, certainly would have set you up for life with the inheritance and you could have lived the rest of your days reading in a garden happily.
Unfortunately, you had forgotten which glass you had poisoned and poured some into your own, thinking it was his. When everyone toasted at your wedding, you and him took your final breath and joined the odd group of the fellow deceased at Woodstone. Fate had forced you into an afterlife listening to Matthew bitch and moan at every given opportunity. If you could kill him again, you would.
“They seem rather in love,” you said, hands locked together on your lap. “I doubt we’ll have anyone else join us tonight.”
When a wedding was thrown at the mansion, you felt bitter at the happy matrimonies. You understood that times changed and progression was a wonderful thing, but you wished for the ability to marry of your own choice back when you were alive. You would have lived longer, no doubt, and maybe even found someone who loved you beyond a business arrangement.
“You know, you don’t have to be here,” Trevor said to Matthew, annoyance clear in his tone.
Matthew shrugged and tossed you a dirty look. “I simply want to observe what I did not get, thanks to my wife.” The way he said the title made your skin crawl; he dangled it over your head, and talked about how that meant - even in the afterlife - that he owned you.
Sam, the lovely modern woman she was, had dispelled that notion and told you that marriage was not about ownership but partnership. Even if it wasn’t legal, you had denounced your marriage to Matthew and it was known between all of the ghosts and Sam that you were not his wife in the afterlife.
“Not your wife,” Sasappis muttered, seated at your side with his arms crossed over his chest. He often did that, defended you. You found it sweet.
“Legally-” Matthew began but was swiftly cut off by Thor.
“No law,” he said. “Only ghost-rules.”
Alberta hummed in agreement. “As per ghost-rules, your sorry ass is divorced.”
With a roll of his eyes, Matthew made himself comfortable in his seat, forever dressed in his tux that you hated but his mother had picked out. “Ghost rules,” he scoffed. “You all are horribly pathetic.”
“And you’re a-”
You swiftly cut off Hetty before she insulted him; not that you didn’t want that, but Matthew was not the kind to ever leave an argument be, blowing it way out of sorts. You simply didn’t have the energy for his nonsense anymore. It was easier to ignore him than humor him, you had found.
“Until the ceremony, I’ll be in the garden. If you need me,” you looked around until your eyes fell on Matthew. “Don’t.” With that, you headed toward the backyard, where Sam and Jay had started to restore a small garden.
The train of your dress tailed behind you and the strap on your heels forever pinched your ankle. You had gotten a say in your dress, which you were thankful for in the afterlife since you were stuck in it. At least it made you feel beautiful.
“Wait,” Sass called from behind you, hurrying to your side.
You furrowed your brows. “Yes?”
He twisted his hands together in front of him, a coy smile on his lips. “Do you want some company?”
From him, always. You hadn’t known many men in your life who listened to you the way he did. His attention made you feel like a person, real and important. Unlike Matthew, Sass enjoyed listening to you, even about the most trivial of things. And you enjoyed every aspect of him.
“I would love some,” you said, smiling sweetly at the sparkle in his eyes. The outdoors suited him nicely, and he had a vast pool of knowledge that you were kept from as a little girl. He spoke eloquently of the swaying trees and budding flowers; you were happy to spend eternity with him, along with the other ghosts that inhabited Woodstone, aside from your ex-husband. You suppose you had gotten lucky there, that you weren’t alone with him in the afterlife.
You looped your arm with his before you both began a quiet evening stroll, leaving behind the wedding preparation occurring inside the mansion.
“What he says, it doesn’t get to you, right?” Sass asked, a few minutes into your stroll.
“No, not as much as it once did.” When you were freshly dead, upset over the tragedy of your plan gone wrong, anything he said you to crash-landed, wounding your spirit form. But over time you gained friends with the ghosts and then in Sam. Now when Matthew spewed his hateful words, they rolled off of you.
“Good,” he said, his arm comfortably pressed against yours. “Because he’s an idiot.”
You laughed, warmly, leaning your head onto his shoulder. Something about Sass made you feel whole; whatever damage Matthew had done, Sass had filled the space with his presence that resembled a breath of fresh air after a winter trapped inside. It didn’t matter what had been, only what could be in your newfound life in the afterlife.
summary. (requested) as the two youngest ghosts at woodstone, you and sasappis understood each other and your laundry lists of unfinished business. at the top of the list for both of you? falling in love
warnings. dead!reader, fem!reader, mentions of death, sad sasappis, happy ending!!
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“Good morning!” you greeted cheerfully as you entered the living room where the rest of the ghosts were hanging out, lounging and waiting for today’s adventure to spring to life. Usually, when you awoke, you could gauge how the day would go from the looks on their faces. More often than not, they were a little bored as they awaited to see what Sam and Jay had on the agenda for the day, but today was slightly different. When you greeted them, the looks on their faces were a mix of boredom, worry, and confusion.
“There you are,” Hetty said, standing up with a small huff. “Is Sasappis with you?”
You furrowed your brows. “No, why?”
“We not know where he is. We thought he with you,” Thorfinn said, looking slightly distressed at his seemingly missing friend.
It wasn’t possible though for Sasappis to be missing. If he had been sucked off, or passed on to whatever awaited you after ghosthood, someone would have seen it. And it wasn’t like ghosts could wander off the property. You thought for a moment, longer than it should have taken you to realize just where Sass had run off too.
“I’ll get him,” you said, starting toward the back door. The other ghosts began following you, but you paused and turned to look at them. “Um, maybe I should talk to him first.”
You hadn't known Sass the longest, not by a couple hundred years, but the two of you had bonded as the youngest ghosts to haunt Woodstone. All of them had unfinished business, that’s why you all were stuck in the mansion, but you and especially Sass had so much unfinished business that it felt overwhelming at times. That was when you’d each need to get away from everything to mull it over. But as you quickly learned, mulling it over alone was even more isolating. Then, one day you stumbled upon Sass sitting alone by the large pond on the property. From that point on, whenever the two of you felt extra jaded about your untimely deaths, you’d find yourself by the lake with each other, slightly soothed by each other's company.
There were protests from the other ghosts, except Thor. He knew Sass the best since they had been dead together the longest. He stepped forward and placed a heavy hand on your shoulder, offering you a nod before he turned around and did his best to explain to the others why it was best that you go speak to Sass first. While he did that, you slipped outside and headed toward the lake.
You found Sass in his usual spot, with his feet pulled up to his chest and his chin resting on his knees.
“Hey,” you greeted quietly, as to not scare him, before you sat down beside him on the slightly overgrown grass.
He offered you a weak smile in return before his gaze returned to the rippling water. The rising sun glittered across the surface and it bathed everything in a warm orange glow.
“Everyone was worried about where you ran off too,” you said. “I think they thought you got sucked off or something.”
Sass shook his head. “Like that’ll happen.” The edge in his voice made you frown. “I’m never leaving this place.”
“You don’t know that,” you said, gently.
He laughed bitterly. “I’ve been here 500 years and still have unfinished business. I don’t think I’ll ever finish it all. It's not like it was one thing I wanted to do; I had everything left to do.” And it wasn’t fair. All of the ghosts at Woodstone had potential in their lives, lots of it, but died before they reached it. But Sass, one of the youngest at the mansion, had his whole life ahead of him. He had hardly started it before he passed, and after five hundred years it was probably hard to see a point of even trying to continue completing any unfinished business in a world so different than the one you’d been alive in.
There was little you could say to make him feel better. Instead, you scooted closer to him and placed an arm around his shoulder. Like second nature, he shifted his head from his knees onto your shoulder, melting into your side as you both kept your gaze on the lake. You stayed like that together for a while, until the sun had risen, and the sky was a brilliant, cloudless blue. Only after that did he lift his head and turn towards you with a small, sheepish smile on his lips as he rubbed his eyes.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “I didn't mean to dump that all on you. I just…” he trailed off with a sigh. “It’s just nice having someone who understands.”
You brushed a couple of rouge pieces of hair from his forehead and smiled. “Don’t apologize. That’s what I’m here for. We both have unfinished business, a lot of it, but at least we died on the same property. I think that makes up for some of it, us getting to be…friends.” Friends didn’t quite feel like the right word. What you and Sass had was more than just friendship, it was a connection that no one else really understood. You were still practically just kids who had died on the verge of their lives starting and you were trying to figure it out.
Sass’s expression became unreadable for a moment before it turned into a small smile. “Yeah. Friends.” He stood up and offered you his hand before pulling you to his feet. Together, you walked back to the mansion, where Sass was swept up in whatever daily plan the other ghosts had to keep their boredom at bay. You, however, broke off from the group and found yourself in front of the series of photographs that Sam had put up along the upstairs hallway. She said it was a little homage to the ghosts of Woodstone, some of them anyway. She had found old photographs abandoned in the basement from the many lifetimes of Woodstone. There was a family portrait of Hetty that Sam had smartly cropped in the frame not to include Elias. There was a photo of Alberta on stage and a hand-drawn photo of Isaac and his regiment that Jay found for a couple bunks on something called E-Bay. It was sweet, you thought. There was even a photograph of you when you were a little girl at your aunt's wedding that took place at Woodstone ages ago. In the picture, you stared up at the bride with a stary gaze full of admiration and hope that one day you’d fall in love and have a wedding of your own.
The list of your unfinished business was long, but near the top of the list was to fall in love. You’d come close in your lifetime, a couple of times, but you had died before anyone became serious enough to plan a wedding. As a ghost, you still sometimes felt like the little girl in the photograph, captured by the idea of love with a dream to feel it yourself. As foolish as it was, you still held out hope that it would still happen to you. How, you weren’t sure. But the large and bleeding heart of the little girl you had once been still existed inside of you, underneath cobwebs.
“There you are,” a voice came from behind you. “We’re about to play charades.”
You threw a glance over your shoulder as Sasappis approached you, seemingly in better spirits than earlier. “I might pass today,” you replied.
He stepped in line beside you, nervously playing with the beads on his clothing out of habit. “I didn’t bum you out earlier, did I? Because I’m sorry if I did-”
You cut him off with a shake of his head. “Stop apologizing for how you feel, Sass”
“Sorry-” You shot him a look and he sighed, hanging his head. “What I mean is, I didn’t want my bad mood to rub off on you.”
“There was a lot on both of our lists,” you said, earning a slightly confused look from him. “Our list of unfinished business. There was a lot we both wanted to do. I really wanted to fall in love like my aunt in this picture. Look how happy she looks.” Your aunt was practically glowing beside her partner, dressed in white with a look of pure admiration and love that one could feel radiating off of the framed photo.
He gazed at the photo for a moment. “You looked happy too.”
“I was. I remember that the whole day here felt like a dream. That’s why I came back a couple of years later. I didn’t know I’d end up dying here. though.”
After a beat of silence, Sass said, “It was on my list too, falling in love. Well, technically I was but I was too scared to tell her. Then I died and that was that.”
“Looks like we both fell short there, huh,” you said, laughing breathily in an attempt to lighten the mood.
Sass’s brows furrowed and he pressed his lips together in a thin line as he stared at a spot on the floor for a prolonged moment. “Maybe…Or…” He snapped his gaze upwards, falling onto you. “Can I say something that might be, uh, a little crazy?”
You smiled. “We’re ghosts living in a haunted house, Sass. There isn’t much you can say that could be crazier than that.”
“I wouldn’t say that yet,” he muttered under his breath, but you still heard it. He turned his body toward you and rolled his shoulders back. “I missed my chance when I was alive to tell someone I liked them. I was scared and a little bit of a coward. But, you know, I’ve had five hundred years to think about what I would have done differently if I ever liked someone again. But I never thought it would actually happen.” He spoke quickly like he was trying to push out his thoughts before they got too jumbled inside his head. Even as he took a quick breath, there wasn’t enough time for you to say anything before he started again. “And maybe this isn’t…I don’t know. Maybe it’s a long shot and a stupid one. Maybe you just see me as a friend and that’s fine. But I,” his breath caught in his throat for a moment as his gaze fell off of you. “I like you.”
Your eyes widened at his admission; speechless and breathless. You body moved without help from your brain as you stepped right in front of Sass and placed on hand on the side of his face, getting him to look at you. His eyes were swarmed with unease and nervousness, like the young kid he was and not a five-hundred-year-old ghost.
“Really?” you asked, voice just above a whisper. He nodded. Your lips curled up in a smile. “I like you too.”
He let out a breath in relief and matched your smile for only a moment before his arms encircled your waist and pulled you in closer before he pressed his lips for you. You hugged your arm around his neck and kissed him back like you had silently wanted to do for years.
The kiss was short but sweet, as it was interrupted by a hardy laugh that startled both of you. “Thor knew it!” You both spun around to see all of the ghosts as they made their way to the usual room for charades.
“About time,” Hetty scoffed.
You gazed back at your photograph and smiled brightly at the little girl. You had been wrong. Not all of your unfinished business had to stay unfinished. Perhaps there were things you weren’t to accomplish in death just as the things you had accomplished in life.
summary: your ghostly form is attached to a ring, which moves you at the will of its alive handler. which is all fun and games until the lost ring is then tossed in the pond, dragging you down with it.
warnings: fem!reader, a little bit angst but very fluffy!
a/n: obsessed with this idea
word count. 800+ | masterlist
You were a peculiar addition to the Woodstone haunted bunch. Instead of a ghostly ability, like being able to touch objects or get those who passed through you high, your ‘ability’ came in the form of an attachment. You didn’t die on the property, but were rather left there due to your soul tie to a beautiful, rather expensive ring. The piece of jewelry determined where you went, and after it was lost in the grassy field of Woodstone shortly before the mansion was erected, the place became your home.
The distance you could travel from wherever the ring lay wasn’t even far enough to stretch the length of the property, only a couple of hundred feet in each direction. You thought your deal with rather dismal, until you were forgotten in the weeds of Woodstone and found by a handsome ghost who enjoyed sitting in the overgrown grass on sunny days.
You and Sasappis quickly grew close, finding comfort and affection within each other. A sweet friendship blossomed alongside the spring scenery, evolving into a relationship of shared kisses and whispers under starlight.
You became more than content to let your ring forever rest in the weeds and stay at Woodstone forever. But one day, as a group of young kids snuck onto the sprawling property, one young girl stumbled upon the ring. She placed it on her finger, despite it being a couple of sizes too large, and giggled like she had found the best prize.
That was all fun and games until she raced across the property, forcing you to follow. It wasn’t until she neared the pond on the far end of the property that you started to worry. Sasappis followed, trying to think of some way to shake the ring from the girl’s finger before she took you with her.
It wasn’t until the prospect of losing you did he realize how deeply he cared for you, how he couldn’t fathom not spending the rest of the afterlife with you.
And in a cruel and annoying turn of events, the young girl got distracted as she raced across the little bridge over the pond, leaning over the side to see the little fish that created bubbles on the surface. But as she dangled her arms over the side of the bridge, the loose ring slipped from her finger and dropped into the water. As it sank deeper and deeper, you were pulled down with it.
The Lady of the Lake. A title coined by Thor in a failed attempt to cheer up Sass and make you feel larger than life, but it only made you sound like a tale Sass had made up. None of the other ghosts knew you; they only knew the bitter comments Sass made when he missed you terribly.
Ghosts couldn’t sink or swim. The only reason you did was because of the ring that held your soul. Sass had tried, but he couldn’t dive under the surface of the pond. All he could do was sit on the bank and sulk. Above his own feelings, he felt an ache for you, all alone at the bottom of the lake with nothing to do but sit and watch the water ripple around you.
Sass’s bitterness and hopelessness for the ghost he loved didn’t subside until Sam and Jay bought the mansion. Moments after Sam returned from the hospital with the newfound ability to see and communicate with the collection of ghosts, Sass realized he finally, by some miracle, had a chance to get you back.
It wasn’t until Sam gave in to the fact that she was not insane and somewhat welcomed the insanity of her ability to see and speak to ghosts did Sass broach the situation. He wanted to go about it with care, knowing how much rode on Sam’s answer.
Luckily, after his sob story of the love of his life waiting at the bottom of the lake, Sam and Jay tried to find the little piece of jewelry in the expanse of water. It took a while, so long that Sass almost gave up, but eventually they found the ring. It was slightly corroded and terribly delicate, but you had not changed.
You emerged from the lake the same as the day you fell into it, only with a wide smile in relief. The second you threw your arms around Sass, he was sure that was what heaven felt like, which wasn’t even a concept he subscribed to. Bliss, a feeling of homecoming, overtook Sass as he buried his head in your shoulder and squeezed you as if you were the only thing in the afterlife he needed.
And when you peppered his face with kisses, he felt decades of bitterness melt away in seconds.
You joined the ghosts inside, Sam being gratuitous enough to place the ring safely in a little display case in the living room where no one should bother it, allowing you to roam around the mansion in the unfiltered sunlight with Sass attached to your side as if his soul had become tied to you.
