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Trevor Lefkowitz x ghost!reader - Cartoons

Word count: 478

Requested by: My need for more T-Money fics

A/N: The pacing is kinda bad and so is the story but... I hope you enjoy

I hated being a ghost. I didn't even know my ghost power yet!

But, there were pluses. There was Trevor.

What? No, I didn't say anything. He's a 90s finance bro. A stock broker. He isn't even wearing pants!

And the way he died... I mean, a drug overdose? How stupid is he?

But he is sweet. And kind of cute... Nope! Me having feelings for a 90s ghost is as stupid as him calling himself "T-Money".

"Yo, WWII?" Trevor said, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

"Stop calling me that just because I died in '45," I shot back.

"Psh. Whatever. You're just jealous you didn't get as many ladies as I did."

"Okay, first of all, no. And second, Trev, no one in my time period was openly gay."

"You know I love it when you call me Trev," he said, a flirty smile on his face.

"Shut up," I muttered, slightly elbowing him in the side.

We both walked over and sat on the couch, maintaining a respectable distance, staring at the blank television screen.

"You wanna go ask Sam to turn on the magic box?" I asked, purposely not using the proper word (despite knowing it), just to annoy him.

Trevor rolled his eyes, but obliged.

"Sam!" I heard him call out. "Can you come turn on the TV? Y/N doesn't seem very entertained by my flirting!"

I froze. He was flirting with me? And I didn't notice? How did I not notice?

Sam opened the door and walked into the TV room.

"Hey Sam," I said. "Would you mind putting on some cartoons?"

Trevor glared at me. "But I don't want cartoons!" he complained.

"Trev, please?" I asked, putting on my best puppy dog face.

"Fine..." he muttered. "I hate you."

In the middle of an episode of some show called the Owl House, I glanced over at him.

He had a genuine smile on his face, his eyes almost shimmering.

But he wasn't looking at the TV.

He was looking at me.

So, I made the first move. I scooted slightly closer, intertwining my fingers with his.

I'm not sure how- he doesn't even have blood -but he was blushing.

Okay, I'll admit it. He is attractive. Happy?

"So, Trev, you uh... Want to try this? I know you don't really like commitment... But..."

"Yes," he said almost immediately. "Sorry. I do. I want to date you."

I smiled softly, pulling his face down with his tie, pressing my lips softly against his.

He was gaping at me after we parted.

"You know," Trevor said. "I'm usually the dominant one in the relationship."

"You know," I responded mockingly. "I don't actually believe that."

"Psh. Whatever. T-Money never lies."

"Why do you call yourself that? Oh dear, am I gonna have to call you that?"

Trevor smirked. "That you are, sweetheart. That you are."