Pairing: Trevor Lefkowitz x fem!reader (alive!reader)
Summary: A new guest arrives at Woodstone Manor causing an uproar of emotions, especially from one pantless ghost.
A/N: I finally watched ghosts and wanted to write for Trevor. I have not watched the BBC version - though I really want to (so hopefully can get some fics for that version one day)
Don't really know if there is much of a fandom for this show but 100% send requests for more characters/situations for the show.
Credits for borders
“We are just so happy you have decided to stay with us. Really, really happy.”
Sam glanced back at you for the millionth time as she led you and your father through the Woodstone mansion.
“Yes, honey, I think our guests understand how happy and not desperate we are,” Jay spoke through a gritted smile, nudging Sam slightly. He was equally excited to be hosting guests; the B and B had hit a very slow patch, but Sam wasn’t doing well at being subtle.
“Don't worry, we love the enthusiasm.” Your father laughed, his eyes roaming around the building. "It's not often you find young people who are passionate about their work," He sent a small glare in your direction as you adjusted the backpack on your back. Your face remained emotionless, and you silently nodded your head.
Sam sent the two of you a smile, turning back around to lead you - and a crowd of ghosts - to your rooms.
"This guy seems to have some energy," Pete spoke, as he leaned in to inspect your dad. "It's a… little intimidating, but I like it."
While some of the other ghosts agreed with Pete, others were more occupied with the other member of your pair.
"Sam, she’s hot. Like so hot. You have to tell her that she’s so hot,” Trevor pleaded, walking as close to you as he could without touching you. He had been nonstop since the moment your car pulled up into the driveway, sprouting strings of compliments as if you could hear them. The man had always been "fascinated" by the living women that would come into the manor, but after your arrival, he was just acting pathetic.
“Trevor, what did we say about creeping on girls?” Alberta scolded, though she couldn't help herself from eying your father up and down, much to Pete's dismay.
“It’s not creeping on her if I feel a genuine connection,” Trevor argued, waving off the other ghosts in an attempt to get closer to you.
"Yes, because she's really connected with a dead man she can't see or hear." Isaac rolled his eyes, causing Trevor to send him a glare. Before Trevor could rebut the argument, Sam stopped in front of a door.
"So this is where you'll be rooming," She gestured to the spare bedroom, and you nodded your head. "I'll leave you alone, so no one will disturb you," Sam sent a glare to the ghosts, specifically Trevor. "I'll show your father to the room just down the hall."
"Thanks," You spoke quietly as your father sent you a look. "Make sure you don't rest for too long. We have work to do."
You sighed, only nodding at his instructions before entering your 'private' room.
Not far behind you was Trevor, instantly phasing through the door as he rubbed his hands together. “Finally, some privacy,” Trevor smirked, watching as you placed down your bag.
“Not quite,” The voice of Pete spoke up, as he too phased through the door, causing Trevor to glare. “Seriously, man, get lost. I call dibs on this one”
Pete chuckled drily, adjusting his glasses. “Well, you can't just call dibs on a lady, but I’m not here for that. Sam asked me to keep an eye on you.
“Really, I need a babysitter?” Trevor threw up his hands in frustration. “Why does no one trust me?”
“I mean, you do have a bit of a reputation, buddy…and you did do exactly what Sam told us not to,” Pete pointed out, and Trevor rolled his eyes. “Is it that unbelievable that I have a genuine connection and admiration for a total smokeshow babe?”
“If you two are done chattering I have some business to get down to.”
Both ghosts froze, slowly turning around to face you.
You, in fact, weren't on the phone or talking out loud to yourself. You were staring right at them, eyebrow raised as you waited for a response.
“You can see us?” Pete asked slowly, and you sighed. “I can also hear you, so please be quiet as I-”
“Sam! Sam!” Pete yelled, running out of the room instantly in pursuit of their fellow human companion.
You tilted your head, not expecting that to be his reaction. “Why would he call for Sam it’s not like she can-”
Your words got stopped as Trevor's face suddenly appeared extremely close to yours. “Hey, gorgeous,” he said, giving you a cheesy smile as he not so subtly posed for you. He didn't care why or how you could see him; he just knew he wasn't going to miss his shot.
You furrowed your brows, taking a step away. You looked him up and down, finally taking in his whole figure. Your eyes stopped at the bottom half of him, seeing that the ghost was wearing no pants.
Trevor smirked even wider as he watched your gaze. "You like what you see?" He made a move to follow you again, but this time you held out an arm. “If you step closer, I will phase through you. I know it hurts,”
Trevor raised an eyebrow, taking his turn to inspect you. “Firm," He determined. "Which is just how I like my ladies. What’s your name?”
You shook your head. “You dodn;t need to know that, I just need to tell you taht-”
“i already looked at your file, I know everything I need,” Trevor interrupted you, pacing in front of you. “My name's Trevor. But you can call me the man of your dreams.
You let out a groan. “So you must be from the 90s, since no one'sused a line like that in years.” It wasn't often you interacted with a 'flirtatious' ghost, but they were always your least favourite to have to deal with. So far, Trevor was the most insistent one.
“You already know so much about me.” Treovir turned to you with an almost smoulder. “Want to learn some more?”
You rolled your eyes, seriously considering just ignoring this ghost and going to find some less annoying ones. Luckily for you, you didn't have to go hunting as your bedroom door swung open.
You raised an eyebrow as Sam stood there, a group of ghosts huddled around her.
“Can I help you?” You asked in a tone that made Sam question if you could really see ghosts or if Pete had just chosen to pull a cruel prank. “I- I umm-”
“Is it true? Can you see use?” Alberta interrupted Sam, looking at you desperately.
You sighed, pulling Sam into the room, checking the hallway for anyone eavesdropping, then closing the door.
“Yes, I can see you.”
You were met with a flurry of cheers and questions from the ghosts around you.
"Oh my lord, finally someone else who can appreciate my talent."
"Do you have phone? Thor want to watch an animal video."
"I'm just so happy you're here. I hope we're not causing too much trouble."
"Back off, everyone, she's mine."
You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose as you tried to ignore the flurry of voices now surrounding you. You knew mansions were usually loaded, but you didn't expect so many desperate ghosts all at once.
“This is amazing. I’ve never met someone with the same powers” Sam spoke excitedly, finally giving you an opportunity to get a word in.
“Yeah, well, I wouldn't get too excited.” You spoke, turning your gaze to the now confused ghosts.
“My dad has brought the two of us to kill all of you.”
---
“So you are Ghostbuster?”
You paused at the question, wondering how a Viking knew about The Ghostbusters.
You stood in front of the crowd of ghosts, and Sam, who you finally got to calm down enough to listen to you.
“My father prefers to call us ghost hunters… but yeah, pretty much we're Ghost Busters.”
“Ahh, so this is like a forbidden love. Classic” Trevor spoke up, still looking at you with dreamy eyes. Ignoring Trevor, you took out your notebook. “My father is an absolute phony; he has never once actually hunted a ghost despite his claims.”
Sam raised her hand, and you sighed. "You don't have to do that."
"Right," She spoke awkwardly, still a bit intimidated by your sterner personality. "Don't you tell him that he's not doing it right… I mean, with your powers and everything."
"I haven't told him about the powers," You revealed, causing Isaac to let out a lone gasp. "I just let him believe he's doing anything to 'protect the world from spirits'"
"Well, why would you do that?" Hetty asked, looking offended on behalf of your father. "It would benefit your father's buisness: and the worst thing a child can do is keep profit from their parents"
There were a handful of murmurs from the other ghosts, most of them agreeing with Hetty's statement.
You shrugged, wanting to get back on topic. “Well, I got my powers after he threw me down a flight of stairs when I was 12 because some dude onRedditt said a near-death experience would allow you to see ghosts.”
Isaac let out another gasp as the other ghosts looked horrified.
“I mean, the guy on Reddit was right, but I wasn’t going to let him know that.”
You spoke quickly and casually, only revealing the information to satisfy the spirits enough to get them to listen to you. You felt uncomfortable by their looks of sympathy, as you quickly shook your head. “Look, I'm fine. I’m not here to talk about me, I'm here to help you. Throwing me down the stairs was about the only thing about ghosts my dad got right, but he has some tools that you'll probably want to avoid."
You handed your notebook to Sam, to which all the ghosts leaned over - reading the clear list you had written about the few tools your dad had that worked.
“Ghost bullets?” Isaac questioned, looking up at you with a raised eyebrow.
“They won’t actually kill you, but they’re made of a material ghosts can't pass through. The bullets can get stuck in your…figure.” You weren't sure what to call it since the ghosts didn't have traditional bodies. Trevor just sent you a wink, hearing about his ‘figure’, though you tried to ignore him.
“Yeah we have a secret vault downstairs made of that stuff,” Sam breathed out, and you gave her an impressed look. “Cool,” You simply spoke, though to Sam it was like she had just won the lottery. It was the first time you had given her any positive attention, and she was already ready to brag to Jay about it.
You stood there silently for a moment, watching as the ghosts stared right back. You cleared your throat. “So you can all leave now.”
“OH,” Sam blurted as she quickly stood up, caught off guard by your bluntness. "Right, ok. Can do."
“But Thor has more questions,” the Viking complained, and the other ghosts nodded along, expressing their own frustration with being kicked out.
“Well, Thor can ask them later,” you imitated his voice as you gestured to the door. “I need to start pretending to set up ‘secret ghost traps’ before my dad starts having a go at me for not taking the work seriously.”
"Wow, you really are a reverse Ghostbuster," Pete spoke in awe. "You're a ghost saver or a ghost protector."
"A ghost guardian,” Isaac spoke poetically, as the other ghosts added on their own praises and name suggestions.
They were met with a glare from you, as you pointed to the door once more.
“Out”
All the ghosts, and Sam quickly moved out of the room, not liking the receiving end of your glare.
All but one.
“Yeah, you heard her, get out.” Trevor turned back to you his arms wide opened. “Now where were we?”
"You were about to leave." You spoke bluntly, but Trevor just shook his head. "See that just doesn;t sound like me," he lay himself down onto your bed. "I'm the type of guy who likes to stick by gorgeous women."
You groaned, turning away from Trevor as you got out your tools. You knew you weren't going to be able to get this ghost off your back, so you were just going to have to do a damn good job at ignoring him.
---
The next morning, you sat across from your father, picking at the delicious breakfast Jay had made. Your mind was elsewhere, still tired from the day of 'ghost hunting' you had endured. Your father didn't seem to have the same issue as he shoveled his breakfast down his throat.
“What’s up with you?” The man asked, his mouth still filled with food that muffled his words.
You always hated it when people said the two of you were similar to your father. Despite getting your bluntness from him, you wanted to be nothing like your father. He was cruel and hateful. You only put up with him to make sure he didn't actually disturb anyone's afterlife.
So you swallowed your pride and shrugged. “Just turned. This place is bigger than I expected.”
“That just means we’re more likely to find some ghosts,” Your dad spoke proudly. “I can feel it. There are definitely some here, and if I set up our traps right, I should have already caught a few."
“Maybe,” You spoke, biting your tongue to stop yourself from pointing out that you had been the one to set up all the useless traps.
You knew for a fact there were still ghosts in the house.
Mainly because one had been flirting with you all throughout breakfast.
“Your eyes just glimmer in the morning light, did you know that? I wonder if they always do that or if it’s just from being around me?” Trveor spoke from right next to you, as he lay himself across the kitchen table: his legs kicking in the air.
Your grip on your utensils tightened, though you made sure not to even glance at Trevor. Your dad was an idiot, but you didn't want to risk any chance that he might discover your power.
“You know you're good at this, much better than Sam is,” Trevor continued, as he watched you keep your focus on your father. "You already have a perfect face for the screen; you should really look into acting."
Trevor wasn't sure why he was so obsessed with you.
Well, he did understand that you were a hot woman and he was a ghost that hadn't gotten any action in years, but there was more to it.
When he was alive, he always imagined his wife would be a strong woman, someone who could quip back at his jokes and take the lead. You were certainly amazing at doing that, but you also showed high levels of kindness. He noticed how you always went out of your way to avoid phasing through a ghost, or how you always let them speak to you without interruption…even if your response was just to tell them to shut up.
It had nothing to do with how lonely Trevor was: dead or alive, he knew you were the perfect person for him.
“Look what I brought,” your father spoke up, finally getting Trevor to stop his string of compliments as you both turned your attention to the dagger your dad had brought out.
The blade was made of a clear purple material, making it look like some mythical weapon from a fantasy novel. You knew the object must have cost your dad a fortune to buy.
“I found it on ebay, and it’s meant to rip ghosts right in half,” Your dad excitedly sliced the weapon around, luckily in the opposite direction to where Trevor lay.
Unfortunately, Trevor had a large ego.
He feigned an excited look, sitting up and scooching closer to your father. For the first time all morning, Trevor got a reaction from you: your eyes widened as you watched him lean in even closer towards the weapon.
“Ohhh, what do you think? This thing going to rip me right in half?” Trevor inched closer to it, reaching out as if he was about to grab the blade.
“No!” You yelled out urgently, catching both men's attention. Almost in sync, they both raise an eyebrow at you, causing you to sink back into your seat.
"You should put that away," You spoke in a clamer tone, gesturing to the weapon. "We wouldn't want the hosts to see and get the wrong idea."
“Alright, fine.” Your dad rolled his eyes, though he followed your instructions.
In contrast to your dad’s simple reaction, Trevor looked ecstatic. “Oh my god, you care about me." He pointed at you excitedly. "You were so worried for my safety. Like extremely worried.”
You instantly stood up, frustrated by your lack of a calm, quiet breakfast. “I’m going to go get ready for the day” You spoke curtly to your dad, storming out of the room.
As expected, Trevor followed close behind.
“You can act all you want, babe: I know you care about me.” Trevor looked smug as you closed the door to your room, finally addressing him.
“You need to stop doing that, ok? I can't have you distracting me while I’m with him. It's dangerous.”
“Aww, that's so sweet of you. You don't want your favourite ghost to get hurt,” Trevor spoke in a sickly sweet voice, basking in the fact that you were concerned for him.
“I don't want to see any ghost get hurt.” You defended yourself, but your voice came off less harshly than you wanted to. Your words were soaked in sincerity. You sat yourself on your bed, turning yourself away from Trevor in hopes he didn't notice.
"That dagger doesn't do anything." Trveor chuckled cockily. "Your dad is full of shit, and you know that. Besides, we were playing around with it last night: it's just the usual discomfort from phasing through things. No slicing in half."
You were silent for a moment, crossing your arms over your chest. "Well… I didn't know that" You grumbled, trying not to sound too whiny.
Trevor paused, finally noticing how you were sulking on the bed.
“Holy shit, you were actually scared for me," though his voice was a lot sweeter. “You actually care about keeping us safe.”
You avoided eye contact with the ghost, though you turned your body back around to him. “My dad just isn't a good guy… like at all. I don’t want to see him ruin your afterlife. You guys have it bad enough.”
Trevor thought over your words, the smirks on his face being replaced by a more genuine look. “Well, how about your life?” You finally looked up at Trevor, who inched closer.
This tme you made no threat to him, allowing him to sit on your bed. You gestured with your head for him to continue.
“I mean, if he’s a bad guy, then why do you spend your life following him around. He doesn't need you to keep him in check.”
“So he doesn't hurt you- the ghosts.” You fixed your words, not wanting Trevor to get a big head.
“Look, yeah, it suck beig a ghost, but we’re not useless. We can protect ourselves,” Trevor pointed out, “Your dad is barely a threat even to the most oblivious ghost. You should get to do what you want - not just worry about everyone else.”
You took a deep breath, thinking over Trevor's words.
You paused, looking at Trevor’s genuine expression. “I guess after following sonmeone else your whole life, it’s hard to know what you truly want to do." You spoke out loud. "I do know I don't want to spend anymore time with that man."
"Exactly," Trevor cried in triumph, filled with energy again as you finally agreed with him. "I think you deserve some peace and quiet: away from idiots bossing you around."
You nodded at his words before giving a teasing smile. "Does that mean you're going to leave me alone?"
Trveor made a cocky 'pshhh' noise with his lips. "Please, you don't really want that…do you?" He spoke the last part a lot softer, giving you a genuine opportunity to reject his advances once and for all. As much as he enjoyed his flirting, he knew when to lsiten to someone's boundary.
You thought for a moment, giving enough time to make Trevor ansty. Then you just shrugged.
"What does that mean?" Trevor asked, following you as you stood up. "I'm not hearing you say no."
You just shrugged again, this time a cheeky smirk growing on your face.
"You're doing this on purpose," Trevor whined, though he held a smile on his face too. "Just admit that you're totally in love with me."
The ghost was just met with another shrug.
---
You watched your dad as he packed up his car, leaning up against the entrance of the Woodstone Mansion.
Like usual, the two of you would go your separate ways, he would ignore you for a week, then the next thing you know, he'd be dragging you to the next ghost hunt.
Even just thinking about it made you exhausted.
You did get some satisfaction from watching a crowd of heckling ghosts yelling at him as he entered his car. These were the very ghosts he claimed he captured.
“So are you following him?” You looked over to Sam, who now stood next to you. You took a deep breath before giving a weak shrug. “Guess I have to. I don't really have anything else to work for."
Sam was quiet for a moment, her eyes glancing between you and your dad. “Or you could stay here.”
You turned to Sam, your eyebrow raised as you silently encouraged her to continue talking. "I just think you could go for a less…demanding job. You could still take care of the ghosts here, and Jay and I are more than happy to hire you as a receptionist."
You chuckled lightly, shaking your head. "So I'm guessing you spoke to Trevor about me."
Sam gave you a guilty look, hoping you weren't too upset at her meddling. You sighed, causing her to quickly speak in order to justify her actions. “Look, I think it’s great what you do to protect ghosts, but come on. Your dad’s an idiot. He doesn't need you to stop him from avoiding all ghosts.”
You shrugged, nodding your head. “Yeah, he really does suck at the whole hunting thing.”
“Exactly,” Sam laughed along. “So, how about instead of following that douche, you stay here. I could use someone else who can deal with ghosts.”
You turned to Sam. “So you want me to go from being a ghost hunter that travels the county to a receptionist at an Airbnb?” Sam lowered her head, feeling shame at the mere suggestion.
“That actually sounds really nice.”
Sam looked up to see you giving her the first real smile for the whole trip. As little as you showed, you actually quite liked Sam's company. And the ghosts weren't THAT annoying.
“Yes! Yes! Finally! I knew the world would reward me with a super hot babe one day. She's totally obsessed with me.”
Maybe you spoke too soon. Still, you couldn't help but chuckle at Trevor's celebrations, who had clearly been eavesdropping on the two of you.
You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into, but you were convinced it would be more interesting than the life your father made for you.
