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audrey-carr1 · 5 months ago

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The Heiress and the Lady of the House (part 4)

warnings/tags: fem!reader, hettyxreader, a pinch of hettyxtrevor, angst, suggested smut (none written)

A/N: two parts in two days! I think I may be beginning to spoil you all lol. Hope you enjoy this latest installment.

word count: 3.8k+

Still December / month 2

Nadine and I break apart from our kiss laughing.

“Alright you got your mistletoe kiss, are you happy?” I say sitting back down on my bed.

“Eh, I’ve had better,” Nadine says putting the mistletoe back down.

“Hey!” I say in mock hurt.

“I should hang this over Hetty’s door, so you two can finally work it out,” Nadine says with a suggestive grin waving the mistle toe in my face.

“We have only kissed and it was once! I don’t think it’ll happen again,” I say swatting the plant away from my face.

“Well hello, I have the picture perfect solution to that,” Nadine says referencing the mistletoe again, “Why can’t you just let go of the anxiety and lead with your heart.”

Without warning I begin to cry thinking of how Hetty has practically become a stranger all over again.

“This is foolish, she doesn’t feel for me the same I feel for her. Besides where is the relationship going to go? She’s dead and I’m not,”I say wiping my eyes.

“Well by your ghost power logic, you’re like half-dead,” Nadine says.

“Not helping Nadine,” I say with a watery laugh.

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Meanwhile Hetty and Trevor are in Trevor’s room.

Hetty was trying to allow herself to enjoy the moment, but she could not stop thinking about what she saw. Now her mind begins to throw play tricks on her. She imagines (y/n) and Nadine on the bed like her and Trevor are. She imagines the little noises you’d make, and how she wishes she was the source of them. Hetty feels her hands start to ball into fists.

Noticing Hetty’s lack of enthusiasm, Trevor breaks the kiss. Leaving Hetty a bit surprised, and a bit relieved even if she wouldn’t care to admit the second part.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Trevor asks.

“Talk about what?” Hetty asks feigning ignorance.

“Hetty,” Trevor says a bit sternly.

“Oh alright, fine. Maybe I was thinking about her, but only a little,” Hetty admits sitting up.

“Well it’s not like this is the first time. I honestly don’t know why you’re pursuing whatever this” Trevor says gesturing between them, “When you clearly have a thing for (y/n).”

Trevor sits up in bed and adjusts his jacket.

“I do not have a thing for (y/n),” Hetty says becoming defensive.

“Once while you were straddling me, you called out her name…not mine,” Trevor says matter of factly.

Hetty wishes she wipe the smuggness from his face.

Trevor continues, “Usually I would be hurt any, but I kind of figured you were using me to let off steam. Especially since you don’t have your washing machine. I’m fine being friends with benefits, but I can’t be a place holder for someone who you can easily pursue.”

“Could you all leave that blasted thing in past, I have clearly moved on,” Hetty says a bit annoyed. Hetty begins to fidget with her collar before fidgeting with her hands.

“But you haven’t though. I think you’re afraid of rejection,” Trevor says.

“Oh please,” Hetty guffaws,“When did you have time to obtain a degree in psychology?”

“About the second time you called out her name in the midst of our tryst and this is the third,” Trevor says, “That’s not the point right now though. The point is that you are letting fear take control over you again. You have a woman that has the biggest crush on you, and you have one on her. Don’t think I didn’t hear you giggle like a school girl when she compliments you. I have always seen the way you look at her when her and Flower are outside doing yoga. It’s like you were watching stable boy video.,”

Hetty laughs softly and shakes her head. “Trevor you do not understand, these are brand new feelings. I certainly did not feel this away about Elias, I did not feel this way about the painter paramour. I cannot stop thinking about her, and when she is not near me. There is like an innate need inside me that craves her presence. I want to watch her smile and laugh without a care, and oh so much more,” Hetty admits, “But she does not want me. I have had that confirmed tonight. When that muscle bound brute is around they are always flirting. I walked in on her kissing Nadine, and earlier they were practically eating chocolate off of each other. ”

“Where was I that missed that action?” Trevor asks. Hetty quickly slaps his thigh.

“Ouch, okay yeah not the right time,” Trevor says trying to soothe the sting in his thigh, “Hetty have you ever stopped to think that you might be jealous that she’s getting outside attention? I think you should try talking to her. You might be reading into things that aren’t really there. I do know that Riley has a girlfriend back home. I heard them talking on the phone the other day. I’ve also seen Riley and her around each other, and they act more friends than lovers. And Nadine is just a natural flirt, and you think of her as a threat. I have also noticed that Nadine is just a bit touchy feely, like another person I know.”

Hetty knows that he is referring to her.

“I can’t believe I am taking love advice from a pantsless playboy,” Hetty says giving Trevor a playful push.

“You’re letting your jealousy cloud your judgement, and you know that she wants you,” Trevor stands up,” I think that’s enough psychology for me. If you’ll excuse me (y/n) and have Super Mario Tournament.”

Late Christmas Eve/ month 2

"Hey look more mistletoe! We should hang it for the guests. Maybe the ghosts can get in on the action. I’m going to go hang these up,” Nadine says as she gets up and leaves the room.

I hear Hetty huff in annoyance, but I choose to ignore it. I pull out my phone and begin to finish my Christmas shopping online. Hetty, Alberta, and I sit in silence. The tension in the air could be cut with a kinfe.

“So Hetty, have you and (y/n) watched the new episode of Bodices and Barons?” Alberta says trying to break the ice.

“I have,” Hetty says indifferently.

“You have?” I ask in surprise. I haven’t had time to watch with Hetty as I usually would.

“Well ofcourse, was I supposed to wait for you?” Hetty asks.

“No, of course not,” I mumble, “ I should go and see if Riley needs me or if Nadine needs my help,”

“Oh yes, maybe you two can eat cheese of each other next,” Hetty says one she is sure you’re out of earshot.

“Hetty, what has gotten into you?” Alberta hisses.

“Oh Alberta, I do not know. Everytime she mentions her name I just feel…” Hetty can’t seem to find the right words.

“Jealous.” Alberta says finding the word for her.

“Oh there you go using that word again,” Hetty says throwing her hands in the air infrustration while rolling her eyes. She was getting really tired of her friends throwing that term around.

“Because that is the right word to use girl. Hetty why is it so hard for you to admit that you have feelings for her? You are going to drive her into the arms of somebody else. You know livings are very sensitive. Is it because she’s a woman?”

“No that is it not the matter at all! It’s just,” Hetty feels at a loss for words.

“Just a moment Nadine, I think I left my phone upstairs, I’m going to run and get it,” I say.

I head back up the stairs and towards the upper living room in time to hear Hetty say, “The kiss was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened.”

I cover my mouth to keep silent, and lean in closer to the door.

“Besides, I believe Trevor and I are going to give our relationship another try,” Hetty lies to Alberta. Though Hetty was beginning to make progress in talking about her feelings. Rome was not built in a day, she despised feeling so vulnerable in front of others. Whenever they bring up the relationship between her and (y/n), she feels as if they keep poking at the same scab. “I just need more time,” Hetty thinks to herself.

My heart drops to my stomach, and tears sting my eyes. I do not bother to hear the rest of the conversation.

“Hetty, you know I can see straight through that bullshit,” Alberta says crossing her arms.

“Damn it. Alberta I just need more time to process these feelings,” Hetty says.

“Hetty you are going to process those feelings until the girl is gone. She already has one foot out the door. She is an heiress that has an obscene amount of money, she can travel and find love anywhere. She isn’t obligated to stay here, yet she has stayed for almost a year her head in clouds over you, a ghost. If she wanted a living, I’m sure she would have one by now,” Alberta says.

“Exactly! What do I have to offer her? The girl has everything she could ever want and she can go anywhere she wants while I am stuck here. I am not meant to have my happy ending this easy, it has never been that way so should it start now,” Hetty says in defeat.

Christmas morning / month 2

“Are these dinosaur nuggets and dinosaur cookie cutters?!” Isaac gasps. He runs over to me and embraces me in a hug.

“This is the best gift I have been given in all my life and afterlife. Thank you! When can we cook these?” Isaac asks.

“I’ll turn the oven on as soon as we’re done here,” I tell him.

“Last but certainly not least, Hetty it’s your turn to open your gift!” I say pulling her gift from under the tree.

I hand Hetty her gift, and I wait in anticipation for her to open it.

“Maybe it’s the nerve for her to finally ask (y/n) out” Pete whispers to Alberta. Alberta elbows Pete and bites her cheek to keep from laughing.

Hetty tears away at the wrapping paper to reveal paints, brushes, and a canvas. Hetty feels her heart flutter in chest. She only mentioned she enjoyed painting once and how she missed. Now (y/n) has given her the chance to take up the hobby again. Hetty begins to examine the brushes and paint. She feels tears begin to prick her eyes, and she tries to push down the emotion.

“I would wrapped the easel, but feel it would have given away the surprise. Nadine and I left it upstairs in my room, and we’ll move to any place you want when you’re ready” I say nervously noticing Hetty hasn’t spoken yet.

“I helped her pick out the paints!” Nadine says in excitement placing a hand on my shoulder.

Immediately Hetty looks up and at Nadine and I. The look in her eyes a mix of hurt and anger. Again I find myself confused as to what I could have done.

“They went on a shopping together. They probably even went on a date” Hetty thinks to herself.

“I’ve had better,” Hetty says indifferently before placing the gifts on her lap. In fact Hetty knew that these paints and brushes were some of the best. She couldn’t help the jealous monster that always rears its ugly head at the worst moments.

"Oh well, I can take them back and get you something better,” I say a bit crestfallen and my voice gets thick with emotion.

Um actually I have to-" I say fumbling for an excuse to leave the room before I start crying in front of them.

“Whichever one of you made my friend cry, that was rude!” Nadine calls out to the before running after me.

“Yeah” Riley says and follows behind Nadine.

All eyes left in the room turn towards Hetty.

“This third time this month you make her cry,” Thor says.

“Yeah it’s really starting bring everyone down,” Flower says.

"Alright Hetty, we all are getting tired of this game. If you cause her to leave, we are going to have major issues,” Alberta says.

“Don’t be so dramatic Bertie, she isn’t going anywhere,” Hetty says.

“Well actually, she is planning a trip soon,” Pete chimes in “Sam and Jay are coming back since renovations on the restaurant seem to keep moving along faster. They suggested that (y/n) take a mini vacation before they go back looking for more locations to set up another B&B. She asked me to be her trusted travel agent. She’s currently thinking beach vibes”

“You better fix this so she comes back after that vacation. I’ll be damned if I lose my duet partner to some beach heartthrob,” Alberta says storming out of the room. The other ghosts leave behind her.

Alberta’s words from earlier echo through her mind. She already has one foot out the door.

Christmas afternoon

Riley and Nadine walks into the room unsure if the ghosts are still in there. Specifically she needed Thor or Alberta since they had powers to help her more quickly.

“Thor if you’re in here, can you flicker the lights,” Nadine asks crossing her fingers.

The lights flicker.

“Holy shit,” Riley says in disbelief.

“Great! If Hetty is in here, if yes flicker the lights. If it is just you with the other ghosts keep the lights on”

The lights stay on.

“Oh this is so fun!” Nadine says clasping her hands in excitement. “Alright, I have a plan to get those two oblivious love birds alone. I remember (y/n) saying that there was a vault in the house that ghost cannot walk through. I think we lock the both of them in the vault and let them finally talk out there feelings. I am starting to go mad myself. Anyway, I need you to find a way to get Hetty into the vault, I’ll find anyway to get (y/n) in there. In an hour I need you to flicker the lights once you have Hetty in there, and then I’ll get the other in there. If this works, they’ll finally work things and if this doesn’t work God help us all,”

Christmas evening

“Hey let us out! This isn’t funny!” I pound my fists against the vault door.

“They aren’t going to,” Hetty says inspecting her nails, “ I think I heard Pete say something about us finally talking things out and coming to terms with our feelings for each other before that door opens,”

“Oh great, I’m trapped here,” I mutter to myself knowing Hetty would never admit her feelings.

There is a moment a silence. We stand opposite of eachother as if we were going to engage in a duel.

Hetty speaks up first, "I was jealous.”

"I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that," I say.

“Okay you are going to make me repeat it…,” Hetty mutters to herself.

She clears her throat before saying, “ I said…I was jealous.”

“Of Riley and I?” I ask my face scrunching in confusion.

“Of you and Nadine!” Hetty hisses.

“Why are you jealous of Nadine?” I say even more confused.

“Oh don’t act so obtuse, you’ve been throwing yourself at her since she’s arrived.” Hetty crosses her arms.

“Throwing myself?” I begin to stutter over the accusation, “Hetty she’s my friend what are you talking about?”

Hetty doesn’t think before she speaks. The jealousy she’s been trying to control rears it’s ugly head once more, “You know what I speak of! You allow her to sleep in your bed, then the kissing started, and heaven knows what else y’all have been up to,” Hetty says pointing a finger at me.

“All of this because we’ve always shared a bed?! We practically grew up together having sleep overs, so yes sometimes we sleep in the same bed. There’s nothing else going on between us,” I say in disbelief.

“So why did you kiss her?” Hetty asks

“What are you talking about?” At this point I feel exasperated going back and forth.

“Last week, I walked into your room and saw you two kissing!” Hetty raises her voice and I flinch a little not used to her doing so.

“Hetty what you saw is not what you think it was. Also what are you doing in my room without my permission,” I say.

“Do not try to change the subject. You have been traipsing around here like some trollop,” Hetty quickly covering her mouth as she realizes what she just said.

Trollop. That word hit as if she hit me herself. All the frustration I’ve been holding back finally boils over.

“Trollop?! You’ve been screwing Trevor! You want to call me a trollop when you have some friends with benefits situation going on, and you want me to just sit and wait for you look like some sad little puppy,” I say raising my voice.

“I was not aware that you knew I-”

I cut Hetty off,“I know everything that goes on around here. It’s kind of my job. Plus I’ve seen you throwing yourself at him. How you two have been “meeting”, and how you hold on to him way more than you used to. I have been trying to talk to you for weeks, and you avoid me. Now you want to say it’s because you were jealous?”

“You are quite observant,” Hetty says quietly.

“We became so close, we kissed, and then you shut me out. You didn’t talk to me, we stopped going on our walks, you watched our show without me!” I say, “I felt so out place watching you and Trevor sneak around. I cried to Nadine over the phone over a week about that. I began to my feelings towards you were misguided. That maybe I had overstepped a boundary, and I should apologize. Then you tell me you’re jealous of Nadine’s and I relationship. I don’t know what to think anymore. Hetty do you want me or not?”

“Ofcourse I want you!” Hetty admits

“Then why do you keep toying with my emotions?” I ask.

“Darling, I am not a woman who used to these feelings. In fact I have never felt them at all. That night we danced, I felt as if we were the only two people that mattered, and when I finally kissed you…” Hetty closes her eyes reminiscing on the memory before continuing, “I felt as if my world were finally complete. I never felt that way about the painter I almost married nor the man I did marry. Then Nadine showed up, and I admit I did not like the idea of her being in your bed. I saw you two interact in way I wish I could with you. She ate chocolate off of you, I mean that ignited a fantasy I was not aware I had. You make me feel things that I didn’t know were possible, and to feel those feelings in the afterlife is overwhelming to say the least. I cannot give you what it is that you’ll truly want. We could start this relationship, and you can leave at any point. You can walk away, I cannot.”

“Hetty I’m not leaving,” I say.

Hetty begins, “Pete said -”

I cut Hetty off again, “I assuming Pete told you I was going on vacation. I do not think Pete would have said I’m leaving without said explanation.”

“He may have mentioned that,”Hetty says with a sniff.

“Darling, you have to stop jumping to conclusions. I need you be upfront with me, and I will be upfront with you. I am sorry if I have been pushing you past your comfort level, if it felt like I was rushing you that was not my intention. I also apologize for Nadine, she can be a little flirt but I assure she is harmless. We only kissed under the mistletoe because she said she wasn’t going to kiss Riley and guests were out of the question. I was like a last ditch option.” I say grabbing her hand.

“I’m sorry too. I promise to talk you instead of jumping to conclusions. I know that Nadine is a wonderful friend to you, and I apologize for letting my judgment get clouded. I should have been more upfront with you,”

Hetty and I embrace in a hug, and I melt into the embrace.

“You know, we probably have this moment to ourselves a little longer than we think,” Hetty says suggesrively.

Without further hesitation, I grab Hetty by the shoulders and kiss her forcefully. It was a messy kiss, our teeth clinked and our noses mashed into each other. It was not as graceful as our first kiss was.It’s if a dam broke, and all of the frustration and tension have come rushing over. Our hands paw at eachother, with Hetty having the upperhand on feeling skin action. Hetty soon takes charge and backs me up against the wall.

Hetty pulls away from the kiss and takes a closer look at what I’m wearing. “I have to tell you, this little Mrs.Claus number is really turning me on…way more than I thought it would ” Hetty’s voice in that low tone she sometimes speaks in.

“Yeah? You don’t think the short skirt and pushed up cleavage is too trollopy?” I tease, “I was hoping you would enjoy this as part of your Christmas present.”

This would not be the time to add that Nadine suggest I wear it to see if it got a rise out of Hetty during gift opening.

“Well it is a very nice present,” Hetty says her finger tracing the low cut fur collar of the shirt. Her eyes meet mine, and I see her pupils are blown. I’m sure mine are no better.

“How about you unwrap me, and see what’s underneath,” I say pulling her back into a searing kiss.

90 minutes later

“Did you two finally get it over with?” Trevor as you two emerge from the vault.

I blush and look to see Hetty smirking at the double meaning of that phrase.

“Yes I believe we are on the same page, are we not (y/n)?” Hetty replies first.

“I would have to agree with the Lady of the House,” I say adjusting my hair.

“ Oh (y/n), your shirt is on inside out,” Isaac points out tilting his head in confusion.

“Oh um that is actually the style isn’t it Hetty?” I say quickly looking for Hetty to back me up.

Hetty scrunches her eyebrows and looks to me wondering why I brought her into this.

“Oh yes, she was explaining to me in the vault that inside out fashion is new trend,” Hetty says grabbing your and hurriedly walking you out of the room. The last thing Hetty wants is for them to get any ideas.

“That was a hickey on (y/n)’s neck wasn’t it?” Pete asks.

“Yup,” Trevor says.

“They screwed each other didn’t they?” Alberta asks already knowing the answer

“Big time,” Trevor replies.

“I wonder if they’ll have a third,” Flower chimes in.

A/n: Finally am I right? Thank you for continuing to read my little drabbles! Don't forget I take requests!

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sakebytheriver · 8 months ago

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How are we all feeling in the Ghosts cbs fandom today, huh? This is how I'm currently celebrating Snoop Dogg's holy day wbu

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mooncalf87 · 8 months ago

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Oh hey what if I just (drop kicks Hetty death hurt comfort at you)

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roanofarcc · 3 months ago

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slowly coming out of my writing slump 😵‍💫 feel free to send me requests! and if you already have, I’m working through my inbox!!

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hettywoodstonenumber1fan · 8 months ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ghosts (US TV 2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Trevor Lefkowitz/Hetty Woodstone Characters: Trevor Lefkowitz, Hetty Woodstone Additional Tags: Episode: s03e08 Holes Are Bad (Ghosts US TV 2021), Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort Summary:

“Everybody's been avoiding me.”

So that's what a stab to the heart feels like. Trevor doesn't like it.

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cbsghostsmetasandtrevor · 1 year ago

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CBS Ghosts Gift Exchange - Girl Talk

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Hetty's favorite part about rooming with Flower is that it's easier to sneak back into her room after her late-night visits with Trevor, that is until Flower finally catches her and they engage is some roommate girl talk about Trevor.

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If there’s one thing that Hetty did enjoy about her new roommate, it is that Flower is typically so distracted by the colors that only she can see that she does not appear to notice Hetty sneaking off to visit with Trevor for their nightly rendezvous or at least that’s what she thinks…

That is until Hetty sneaks back into her own room, a kiss from Trevor at the door lingering on her lips, one night a month into the new roommate situation, to hear, “Aw, you two are so cute together,” as she makes her way to the bed.

Hetty jumps, not noticing that Flower has apparently been watching them. She moves to a sitting position on settee, and she’s smiling gleefully.

“I am sorry, dear? I am not sure I know what you mean?”

“You and Trevor,” Flower says, moving to the bed and pulling Hetty down beside her. “You’re cute together.”

“Trevor and I… broke up ages ago, Dear. Perhaps, you’ve forgotten…”

Flower chuckles. “Did I forget that you’ve been sneaking out of here every night only to returned in a state similar to your dalliance with the washing machine? Did I imagine that you and Trevor often disappear together during the day only to show up sometime later looking quite blissed out? Do I imagine every time you two look at each other that there’s a spark? Do I imagine every time he walks you to the door and kisses you good night?”

Had they been so obvious? Hetty wonders. Although they had gotten a bit lax, after all, they had come out once and although it had not gone well, the house was not against them being together, more curious and suspicious. Isaac (her biggest worry), in fact, had been quite supportive. It was only the realization that perhaps they did not have enough in common for tea dates that had driven them back into hiding after just one date.

“I – I do not know what to say,” Hetty admits. “Obviously, you are correct. I have been sneaking out of our room to spend time with Trevor and he has become quite the gentleman lately with walking me to the door and such. It is, however, still a secret.”

Flower claps excitedly, and a bit loudly. “Not that great of a secret. He did, after all, ask about conjugal visits a few weeks ago.”

Hetty flushes. “He was distraught at not having access to our rendezvous for a whole year, given his … always interested state, I am certain it was not more than that.”

Flower gives her a disbelieving look and moves behind her to start undoing Hetty’s hair so that she can braid it. “I don’t know, Hetty. I’ve known Trevor a long time… he’s been my best friend, you know?”

“Yes, I am aware that you are quite close to Trevor,” Hetty states, not willing to admit that she had, at one point, been jealous of the easiness with which the two younger ghosts had bonded.

It had taken many years to bond with each of the ghosts as they joined the mansion, but Flower and Trevor had the easiest time bonding. Not just with each other, but with all of the ghosts. Hetty had wished that she could be as easygoing as the two of them.

Flower chuckles. “Yeah, we’re like you and Isaac. So, I’m just saying… I don’t think it was just the sex that he’d be missing. I mean, you’ve spent like hours down there – it can’t just be sex. I’m sure he’s got stamina, certainly built for it, but eventually he’d have to get tired…”

“Flower!” Hetty says, appalled. “I beg you not to discuss Trevor’s stamina or anything pertaining to our intimate relations. It is highly inappropriate.”

“It’s girl talk, Hetty,” Flower counters. “Besides, while Trevor and I haven’t talked about you two since you’re a secret, we’ve shared about other exploits when we were alive. He appreciates my stories and I appreciate his. I would ask him, but I figure this is more fun.”

“It certainly is not,” Hetty replies. “Besides, I absolutely forbid Trevor from discussing it with anyone after that embarrassing ‘Horny Hannukah’ story. I only let him have that one because he assured me that he would not get into the nitty gritty as it were.”

Of course, that was also due to wanting to make him feel better after the whole ‘embarrassment breakup’. It thankfully worked since Trevor’s such a forgiving man.

“So, then, you have to tell me.”

“I absolutely do not.”

Flower waits a moment or two focusing on beginning the braid (first time of many for the night, Hetty’s sure) before she says, “It’s all fun… please? You can wade in slowly. Just give me something.”

Hetty huffs. With Flower’s hands in her hair, it is not as if she could get away, thus, “What exactly would you like to know?”

Flower hums. “What do you do down there? Besides the sex?”

That was unexpected, but an easy question to answer.

“Well, at first, Trevor had to push to talk to me. He always wanted to know about my day, if I had anything thoughts on the livings or this or that. I quite frankly did not think discussion was precursor to our … desired activities. Thus, we spent a lot less time down there at first. However, over time, we began to engage in what he calls ‘pillow talk’ and cuddling.”

She pauses as she thinks about how just a bit ago, they had been curled up in bed discussing the latest movie for movie night and whether or not Samantha would let Trevor use the computer to research proper role play for one of the scenarios Hetty had requested. He did not think he knew enough to play the part accurately. Hetty admired his dedication for something that they would likely dismiss in a matter of minutes.

“… I used to believe it was quite pointless, but I have grown to appreciate it.”

“That’s great, Hetty,” Flower says, cheerfully. “Is that how you ended up with that devious anti-Nigel tea party? Because of pillow talk?”

Hetty chuckles. “In fact, it was. That was my first foray into it, as I was initially resistant, but he wanted to help, and I did not think I could discuss the issue with anyone else. I was quite surprised by his helpful, albeit misguided advice. He was admittedly worried once it backfired, but I was so impressed that he had listened to one of my stories and used it for advice that I was not angry with him. After all, it was my fault. Of course, I had gone about the situation the wrong way, and perhaps if I had done things differently… things in March would have also gone differently.”

Since Nigel might not have attempted to undermine her or dismiss her, had she been more inviting in the first place. Of course his situation with Jenkins and Isaac inviting him in without discussing it with her had been part of her tenseness with the situation. Of course, none of that mattered now.

“You mean, you wouldn’t have come out to make a point to Nigel?” Flower questions.

Hetty turns her head sharply to look at her, dislodging Flower’s hands from her hair. “That was not just about Nigel. In fact, at the point that I made my announcement, it was solely about Trevor rather than Nigel. Nigel being checkmated was just a bonus.”

Flower hums. “If it wasn’t about Nigel, then why did you let him scare you back into the closet?”

Hetty frowns. “We were not scared back into the closet. It was just that after our not-so-lovely tea date … we realized that we were too different to properly date.”

At this, Flower bursts out laughing.

“Flower!”

“I’m sorry, Hetty,” Flower says, catching her breath. “But do you realize that you were on a double date with two people that were literally on the opposite sides of a war?”

“Well, yes, but –”

“Plus, I mean, you can’t get any more different than a hippie and a Viking and yet, Thor and I are definitely making it work.”

“Well, that’s diff –”

“And also, in this house, we’ve literally spent so much time together that we’ve found things in common? I mean, you and I are just as different as you and Trevor, yet, we’ve found things in common. Somehow, Thor and Sass have become best friends and even though Isaac is thoroughly unhappy with Alberta standing up to him, he was literally spending an entire day trying to figure out who put Crash’s head in the tree with her. Sass and Pete are literally the opposite end of the positivity spectrum and yet, you’ll see them discussing different foods and their smells and tastes. Trevor and Thor can talk about all manner of different travels they’ve done and how quick travel was for Trevor compared to weeks on a ship for Thor, and yet, they’re buddies. Sass may get annoyed by Trevor at times, but they’re still always randomly debating about things in the world…”

She’s right, of course. Hetty has been learning to branch out more with regards to the other ghosts. While she used to cling to Isaac and had warmed up to the others at some point many years after they joined the mansion, now it’s different. Isaac’s so busy with Nigel that she’s spends most of her time with others – the women the most, but also, Trevor…

“… All I’m saying is that … you can’t let one terrible date dictate your whole relationship. I mean, after all, you clearly love him, and he’s been good to you and for you…”

“I never said I loved him,” Hetty retorts. “However, I shall not deny that he has been good for me and to me. He’s been the kind of man I always wished Elias would be…”

He’s far better than she ever could imagine when she’d been with Elias. Trevor’s always focused on her, always interested in her – in what she has to say. He’s always willing to let her guide everything between them that gave her the power that she never had in life.

Truthfully, he’s everything that she always wanted in a partner, but she could not let herself have feelings for him (even though there might this tiny part of her that is already aware that she does, in fact, have feelings), lest things end terribly…

“And yet…” Flower prompts.

“Yet, even if I were to have feelings – which I absolutely do not – it would not matter because it is just amorous congress and nothing else. Just because we have become friends does not mean it is anything else… it is merely friends with benefits as he would call it.”

Flower hums, quiet for a minute as she moves back to playing with Hetty’s hair. She’s so quiet that Hetty nearly jumps when she speaks next.

“Does he call it that? Friends with benefits?”

“Well, no, not – not anymore. At first, he teased when I asked him to discuss it with me or watch stable boys after our washing machine discussion and the kiss the day after Christmas that he was my friend with benefits. He did not explain that it usually involved more than discussions and TV shows until after our first time together.”

“Does he still think that way?”

Hetty sighs. She’s not certain since Trevor has been trying a little more to be a boyfriend since they came out together in March, even if they did go back into hiding. After all, had he not taken to walking with her to and from their meetings rather than just meeting her there? Had he not spent an hour tonight listening to her theorize over the plotline of her favorite show? Had he not planned for various discussions to be had afterward? Did he not take pleasure in the simple act of holding her close while they discuss things? Had he not been concerned for her after Crash had been sucked off and the almost-banished-for-an-entire-year thing?

He had picked up various little … behaviors that she would expect (or at least, should have expected) from a courtship? Behaviors such as kissing her hand or walking her home. Despite the depravity of their dalliances at times, once the acts were over everything between them feels quite domestic – so much more than just a bed partner, and to her, Trevor seems to be more than just her friend with benefits. Much more.

“I am … uncertain. We do not discuss the … technicalities of our relationship. We simply meet and enjoy one another and spend time discussing various things in our afterlives…”

“That sounds like more than friends. Even more than friends with benefits,” Flower states. Then she pauses before asking, “Does he ever call you a name… other than Hetty?”

Hetty frowns. Although he tries his best not to, he’s definitely called her a particular term of endearment that she hears Samantha and Jay call each other. “He has let slip ‘Babe’ or ‘Baby’ a few times, although I am not too fond of it, it does feel a bit more romantic than friends with benefits, I suppose.”

Flower hums in agreement. “That’s what Jay calls Sam.”

“I am aware.”

“So, it would … fit then, that he doesn’t see you as a friend with benefits. Probably hasn’t for a while…”

It is true, naturally. Given Trevor’s penchant for romantic comedies and his once-shared desired for a life of ease on his rooftop with his wife in his fantasy, it would appear that perhaps she had assumed more than she realized. Perhaps Trevor’s leaning into courtship behaviors and treating her more as a girlfriend than as a lover-only that he wanted more with her.

“Seeing as you know him best,” Hetty starts, a bit uncertain, but trusting that Flower would not laugh at her. “Do you believe that Trevor may have developed feelings for me that go beyond… benefits?”

“I do – I think he’s had feelings all along.” Flower moves so that she can smile at her. “I think that Trevor’s been trying so hard to let you come to him and that after the failed attempt to come out to the house, permanently, that he’s trying to show you that he has feelings but is protecting himself by not voicing them.”

Hetty can’t help frowning. “What would he be protecting himself from?”

“Hetty, Trevor likes to pretend that he wants to be casual and not have a true romance that he actually wants, he does that to protect himself from getting hurt. In case things don’t work out.”

Hetty hums. It would explain why he had been pushing to come out and act like a couple even in private. It all made sense.

“Perhaps, you are correct.”

“I’m sure I am,” Flower says, quietly. “And I’m just saying… if you wanted … I bet you could tell him how you feel…”

“Maybe someday,” Hetty agrees. “However, I do not think I am there, yet. At least, you have given me something to think about. For now, though, I would like to rest.”

“Of course.” Flower smiles as they both move to their sleeping places. “And I am always here to help.”

“Thank you, Flower,” Hetty states, sincerely, as she lays down. “Perhaps, we could do this ‘girl talk’ again, sometime?”

“Anytime you like, Hetty.”

Hetty smiles. “Good night, then, Flower.”

“Good night, Hetty.”

#cbsghostsdaily #ghostsgiftexchange #thecryptidbird #Flower #Hetty Woodstone #Fanfic #About Hmoney #Cbs Ghosts #Ghosts CBS

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definitefraggle · 2 years ago

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Here, have a smutty h-money WIP

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #hetty woodstone #trevor lefkowitz #hetty x trevor #h money #my fic #fanfic

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flutterbyoz · 1 year ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ghosts (US TV 2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Trevor Lefkowitz/Hetty Woodstone Characters: Trevor Lefkowitz, Hetty Woodstone, Brief mention of Elias Additional Tags: New Year's Eve, Mentions of past unfaithfulness, A little angst but with a happy ending, Fluffy Ending Summary:

New Year's Eve hasn't always brought back the best of memories for Hetty but this year may be different

A little something for New Year’s Eve, my very first h money fic!

#cbs ghosts #hetty x trevor #trevor x hetty #tretty #h money #hmoney #trevor lefkowitz #hetty woodstone #first fanfic #new year's eve

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gwens-love · 2 months ago

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Touching the Past

Summary: At Sam and Jay’s B&B, you meet Hetty, a ghost who’s missed the warmth of human connection. As you grow closer, you begin to wonder if there’s a way for her to feel truly alive again.

Warnings: none. (if you think there should be one please tell me)

Word count: 1.8k

~Hetty Woodstone x fem!reader~

Please don’t copy/steal or translate this work thanks

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“Hey there!” Sam called from the porch, her face lighting up as she waved. “So glad you could make it!”

“Wouldn’t miss it!” you replied, your heart swelling with joy. It had been too long since you last saw her, and you were excited to catch up with them.

As you entered the cozy foyer, the warmth enveloped you, and you greeted Jay, who was bustling around in the kitchen. After settling in, you spent some time sharing stories over cups of steaming coffee, laughter filling the room like sunlight. Yet, even in the comfort of their company, a pull drew you toward the upper floors, an energy that tingled with excitement.

After some time, you excused yourself, feeling the urge to explore the B&B. You had always seen ghosts, a gift that felt like both a blessing and a curse. It was your first time in this particular house, but you were eager to meet new spirits. As you wandered upstairs, your heart raced at the thought of what you might discover.

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In the dimly lit hallway, you were met with the figure of a woman, dressed in an elegant gown that shimmered in the soft light. She stood with a graceful poise, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Hello there,” she said, her voice smooth and inviting, laced with an enchanting tone. But fully intended to not be heard.

You blinked in surprise, a smile breaking across your face. You stick out your hand to shake “Um, hi! I didn’t expect to see anyone else here”

“Ah, but you can see me,” she said, a look of astonishment dancing across her features. “And you can touch me?”

“Yes isn’t that normal?” You question with a teasing smile. That was closer to a smirk.

“Yes, yes that would be normal if I wasn’t a ghost but as a matter of fact I am.” She said with her own smirk on display.

Tentatively, you reached out, your fingers brushing against Hetty’s. To your delight, warmth radiated from her, the connection igniting a spark of energy between you. “Yes! I didn’t think I would meet a ghost today.”

“I’m Hetty Woodstone,” she introduced herself with a flourish, her playful spirit shining through.

As you conversed, you quickly realized Hetty was not just any ghost. She was lively, witty, and charming, her laughter infectious

Hetty’s eyes widened slightly, and a shy smile crept onto her lips. “You know, I’ve never had anyone like you to share this with. It’s been so long since I’ve felt that kind of warmth.”

You could see a flicker of vulnerability in her gaze, and it stirred something deep within you. “What do you mean?” you asked gently, wanting her to open up.

She leaned closer, her fingers tracing patterns in the air between you. “When I was alive, I often took touch for granted. A simple hug, a friendly squeeze of the hand—it was all part of life. But now, as a ghost, I can’t experience that like I used to. When you touch me, it’s like a breath of fresh air, a connection to something real. It reminds me of who I was.”

Her words resonated in your heart. “That’s beautiful, Hetty. I can’t imagine what it must be like for you.”

Hetty’s gaze dropped to her hands, folded delicately in her lap. “I’ve watched so many people come and go in this house. Some stayed longer than others, and each brought their own stories, their own lives. But none of them… could see me. Well before Sam but it’s different. You’re different.” She lifted her eyes, a faint, vulnerable smile on her face. “And none of them could touch me.”

You found yourself reaching out, almost without thinking, your hand gently resting over hers. The warmth was surprising yet reassuring, like touching a part of yourself that had been long hidden. Hetty’s hand trembled slightly under yours, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let her fingers slowly curl around yours, as if savoring the sensation.

“Does it feel… strange?” you asked softly, afraid of breaking the delicate moment.

Hetty chuckled lightly, her fingers tracing circles against the back of your hand. “Strange, yes. But wonderful. Touch was such a simple thing in life, something I never appreciated as I should have. Now, each time I feel your hand, it’s like I’m discovering it all over again.”

Her gaze wandered to the window, the dying sunlight casting a soft glow over her features. “Even now, I feel like I’m breaking some law of existence. Ghosts aren’t meant to be touched… but with you, I can’t help myself.”

You felt your cheeks warm, her words affecting you in ways you hadn’t expected. “Hetty, I feel the same. It’s like fate brought us together.”

She let out a thoughtful sigh. “Perhaps it did. Perhaps it’s the universe’s way of showing me that there are still new things to experience, even after death.”

You smiled, squeezing her hand a little tighter. “I’d like to help you experience all of them.”

For a moment, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, simply holding hands and basking in the quiet magic of the connection between you. Then Hetty’s eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.

“Have you seen the washing machine here yet?” she asked with a smirk.

You laughed, taken aback by the sudden question. “I have. Why?”

She let out a dramatic sigh. “Ah, that infernal contraption! When it was first brought into the house, I was horrified. Such a vulgar device! But now… well, I suppose it’s grown on me. I even like to, ah… sit on it, from time to time.” She glanced away, but the corners of her mouth twitched with a smile. “You know, for a sensation of sorts.”

You stifled a laugh, trying to hide your grin. “So, you’ve found ways to enjoy the little things, even now?”

Hetty looked at you with a twinkle in her eye. “Indeed. If you’re willing, perhaps we could find even more ways to enjoy them… together.”

The invitation hung in the air, and you felt a flutter of excitement. Each moment with Hetty felt like the beginning of something magical, something that defied the rules of time and life.

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As the days passed, the connection between you and Hetty only grew stronger. You shared laughter, secrets, and moments that felt as real as any you’d known in life. She showed you her favorite spots around the house, from the attic where she’d once kept her finest dresses to the secret nook in the library where she would read late into the night.

But there was always a lingering shadow in her gaze, a quiet sadness she never voiced. One night, as you were lying in bed, you finally asked her about it.

“Hetty,” you murmured, your voice barely a whisper. “If you could be alive again… would you want that?”

She looked down, the flicker of candlelight casting shadows across her face. “I… I never thought it possible. But with you here, I find myself yearning for things I had long given up.”

The words hung between you, a wistful possibility neither of you dared to believe in.

“Maybe…” you began, hesitation in your voice, “maybe there’s a way. We could ask Samantha or Jay. Maybe the answer’s here, hidden somewhere in this house.”

Hetty’s eyes brightened with a glimmer of hope, and she reached out, taking your hands in hers. “If there’s even a chance… I would do anything. I would go to the ends of the earth if it meant being with you fully, if it meant having even one day by your side in the world of the living.”

And in that moment, a plan began to form between you. A plan to bridge the gap between life and death, to bring Hetty back to life so that you could experience together all the moments you’d dreamed of. Little did you know that this path would lead you into secrets far deeper—and far more dangerous—than you could ever have imagined.

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Fin <3

Okay I tried (got some help from a friend) et voilà.. I’m not going to make a habit out of this but I had an idea and needed to write it down. Also without that friend I wouldn’t be able to do anything so yeah. Like I said I’m not a storyteller. (My friend is tho hehehehe)

#hetty woodstone #hetty woodstone x reader #henrietta woodstone #fem!reader #fanfic #fanfiction #ghosts #cbs ghosts

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jmagnabo92 · 1 year ago

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A French Anniversary

After Trevor's slip-up when Hetty's almost year-long banishment, the house knew that he and Hetty stayed together.

Now, their anniversary approaches and both Trevor and Hetty find gifts that are perfect for one another.

AO3

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After Trevor’s slipup when Hetty was almost banished for a year, everyone in the house knew that he and Hetty were still a couple. Yet, because the couple in question didn’t want to make a big deal out of like they had done with hiding in their relationship, then announcing it so that Nigel would know that he had lost and pretend break up, no one really talked about it. They didn’t ask questions, they didn’t make a big deal out of Hetty holding onto him, seeing them doing things date-like things together (ala things Flower/Thor or Isaac/Nigel do) or the times they disappeared alone together. Even the fact that after three months of he and Flower sneaking in and out of each other’s rooms to be with Hetty and Thor, they had permanently switched rooms had not been mentioned. It had just become a fact of life or afterlife.

And honestly, Trevor loved it. If no one made a big deal out of the fact that they’re dating and together, then they can just focus on enjoying being together. They could bond outside of sex and talk about anything and everything. Of course, there were things that had to be explained to one another with the whole different times things – sometimes, Trevor had to go to Isaac to explain because he was confused by Hetty’s explanation (those were long lecturery afternoons that made Isaac happy and Trevor wishing he could die again), but at least it also made Hetty happy. She, in turn, had gone to Flower more than once, but with Flower’s tendency to get distracted usually led to going to Sam for advice after a while.

So, even though no one talked about it, at least everyone was supportive of it. Enough to help anyway.

And things have been going well, so much so that now, it’s almost a year later, they’re still happy and together.

The only problem is – are they going to celebrate anniversary? And if they do, how exactly can he give her a gift? They’re ghosts.

There’s not really a lot that he can do, well, there’s one thing.

But he’s going to need help…

***

Although they had a rough start and things were quite complicated between them, Trevor’s friendship with Bela (which had continued in the last year despite the computer ban) had eventually thawed Jay’s icey attitude towards him. It helped, of course, that since they were not actively hiding, Hetty quite preferred his initial approach to not flirting as much with Sam and that he had changed to teasing and flirting with Jay, who finds it funny. Although sometimes he can’t resist complimenting her in a flirty way, if only because it’s just a part of who he is – he’s toned it down quite a bit.

Thus, he finds Jay in the kitchen and with Sass. Not that Jay’s aware that Sass is there.

“Hey, Trevor, what are you up to?” Sass questions as he makes his way to the magnets on the fridge.

“I need Jay’s help to do something for Hetty for our Anniversary.”

“You’re … doing something for your anniversary?” Sass questions, uncertainly.

Trevor stops what he’s doing with the magnets, which only read: Hey Jay at the moment to look at Sass, uncertainly.

“Should I not?” Trevor asks.

“Oh, no! I’m not saying you shouldn’t. I’m just surprised.”

“Why?” Trevor questions. “I know we can’t do much, but I can do something…”

“No, that’s not it either.”

“Then, what is it, Sass?”

“It’s just – Elias never did anything for their anniversary.”

“Yeah, but I’m not Elias,” Trevor states, plainly. “Aside from being a businessman, I’m not –”

“I know, Trev, I was just associating the two of you because you’re dating Hetty now and she was married to him. I’m not trying to offend you,” Sass assures him.

“Right, not offended,” Trevor states. “But do you think maybe that’s a reason why I should do something for Hetty?”

Sass grins. “Actually, yes, but why do you need Jay? Wouldn’t it make more sense to ask Sam?”

Trevor shrugs. “Well, yeah, and she’d probably go for it, but Jay likes to be involved and I feel like it helps us bond a bit whenever I ask him instead of Sam.”

“Fair enough.”

At that moment, Jay sees the magnets. “What’s up, Trev-dog?”

Need a favor.

“I’m not saying yes until you tell me what it is.”

iPad easier?

Jay huffs before he pulls it out of the kitchen drawer and puts it on the holder. “Go ahead.”

Trevor grins as he pulls up the right app to get it to read his messages.

Want to plan something for my anniversary with Hetty.

“Dinner date?” Jay assumes.

Little more than that. I want to turn to the carriage house into a Paris getaway.

“Paris getaway?” Jay and Sass questions simultaneously.

Trevor groans and tells Sass as he writes to Jay. “Hetty’s always wanted to go to Paris, but she’s never been there – and obviously can’t now, but there’s theme nights and we could set it up to be as if we were in Paris. It wouldn’t be the real thing, but it’s the closest thing we could get to Paris.”

Both Sass and Jay are giving him a look, causing him to be uncertain.

“You hate it.”

“No, no, no. I just – it’s a lot,” Sass states.

“Well, I mean – it’s not like I can do much else,” Trevor states, frowning. He writes to Jay: Do you not like it?

Jay hesitates for a second before saying, “I like it – it’s just I’m trying to figure out why I never considered doing that for Sam.”

“Oh, yeah, Sam loves Paris, too,” Sass states. “Is that a genetic thing?”

Trevor snorts. “No, but it is interesting.”

Then he turns back to the iPad.

Well, maybe you could use it, too. Make it a holiday present and then, the next night, I could use it as a gift for Hetty?

Jay brightens. “That sounds like a great idea.”

“What does?” Sam asks, as she walks in.

“Trevor was just asking for my help with an anniversary present for Hetty, but it’s a secret,” Jay states.

Sam looks at him and he nods. “Yeah, I just had an idea and…”

“Why didn’t come to me?”

“Well, Jay likes to be involved in stuff and – and as it turns out, it works out better that I went to him.”

“Why?” Sam asks, narrowing her eyes.

“You’ll just have to wait and find out,” Trevor says, grinning. He erases his messages and writes: We’ll talk later, Jay. Before leaving the room, quickly before Sam could ask any more questions.

***

He continued to chat with Jay about their plans and was not exactly helpful when the stuff started coming in a week later since he couldn’t actually set anything up, but he did draw a plan for rearranging things and Mark was quite helpful in actually moving things around.

It was really starting to come together, and he couldn’t be happier.

Jay looks at his watch, “Oh, the game’s almost on. You going to watch with us, Trev?”

Mark, who finally admitted that he knows about the ghosts and Sam’s power, gives Jay a look. “I thought Sam was the one that can see them?”

“She is,” Jay states, “But…”

Of course.

“… he can type on the computer, phone or tablet since he can move objects,” Jay says. “So, he’s the only one that I can talk to by himself – the others sometimes use him as a translator when Sam’s not around.”

“Ah, okay then. Let’s go.”

It didn’t take long for them to get up to Flower and Thor’s room to watch the game. Trevor stands behind the couch since he doesn’t want to worry about getting hit or sat on accidentally.

A few minutes later, he’s so into the game that he misses Hetty’s entrance until she wraps her arms around his waist and kisses his cheek.

“Have you come to watch football with us, Babe?”

Hetty smiles. “No, I came to ask you something.”

He turns slightly so that he’s looking at her more fully. “Oh?”

She hums. “I heard you were up to something, and I wanted to know if I should be concerned?”

He grins at her. “Of course not. It’s a surprise, but a good surprise, I’m sure you’re going to love it.”

“The surprise is for me?”

“Well, when I asked Jay to do it – we kind of realized that it could work as a gift for both you and Sam. So, he’s going to give it to Sam on Christmas, and I planned to give it to you the day after.”

Hetty gives him a confused look, and he realizes that the day after Christmas doesn’t ring a bell for her.

He clears his throat. “It’s just – something for our anniversary, but if – if you don’t want to do anything, it can just be for – for Sam.”

It’d be a bit disappointing since it was his idea, but he wouldn’t want to upset her and maybe she doesn’t like the idea since it would maybe remind her of how Elias didn’t do anything for her… but before he could try and find a way to deal with that possibility, she’s kissing him passionately on the lips and he can’t think of anything other than the taste of her against his lips and her hands roaming over his ass.

The kiss is long and passionate and would absolutely have continued if it not for, “Seriously?” which jars them apart.

It’s Sam in the doorway, and it jars Mark and Jay’s attention from the game.

“What’s wrong? We agreed that we’d watch the game today.”

“Not you two, those two,” Sam says, pointing at them.

“It was one kiss,” Trevor states. “And it’s not like they can even see us.”

“It looked like more than that!”

“It wasn’t, I swear!”

“Aw, Trev-dog, I don’t want to know about that kind of ghost stuff.”

“You wouldn’t if it wasn’t for Sam.”

“Dearest, he cannot hear you.”

“Sam, you should translate that.”

“I don’t think so, go to your room.”

Before he can object because he does want to watch the game (and she doesn’t get to tell him what to do), Hetty whispers in his ear, “Sounds like a good idea, your magic fingers would certainly be nice right now.”

He groans, so turned on that there’s no way that he could object. “As you wish, Babe.”

“Oh, gross,” Sam says, as he grabs Hetty’s hand and leads her to their room. “I don’t even have to hear what she said to know that it’s something I didn’t want to know.”

Trevor merely sends her a grin before they disappear through the wall and quickly get to their new room (which was once Flower’s room). Once inside, Hetty’s once again kissing him and this time, he’s thrilled since he can completely ravish her the way she deserves.

He ends the kiss and leans his forehead against hers, “I do believe my lady asked for magic fingers, so more kissing or should I slide under your dress and please you like never before?”

Hetty giggles and gives him a quick kiss. “I believe you should follow my request.”

“As you wish.”

Trevor gives her another long and slow kiss before falling his knees and crawling under her dress. Since it’s nice and poofy, he’s made a nice little habit of hiding in here and pleasing her during her during otherwise boring conversations (at least to him). He’s done it during her ponder time with Isaac and girl talk conversations, which entertains him greatly. Thankfully, he hasn’t been caught, yet, but it’s still the thrill of getting caught at any minute that has him enjoying these times so much.

He starts by kissing from her right ankle upwards, nice and slowly. Teasing and worshipping just the way she loves it. He stops right when he gets to her warmth, before he starts back down at her left ankle and repeats the process. It’s just when he begins to finger her nice and slowly with tentative and teasing licks that have her squirming pleasurably, that he hears the sounds of Flower, Alberta and Isaac entering the room.

This is going to be fun.

Apparently, it was time for their girl talk session, which include Isaac because he’s Hetty’s best friend and he wanted to join so he could talk about Nigel. From what Trevor’s been able to hear during these talks, it’s usually about the men in the house, and ever since the ghosts had coupled up (aside from Alberta, Pete and Sass), these talks seem to focus on each person’s respective man: Flower – Thor, Isaac – Nigel, Sam – Jay, and now, Hetty – Trevor (and technically, Alberta’s got Pete even though it’s more about how to handle the awkwardness of him constantly trying despite the no). Although, she’s never actually let the conversation get too deep into talking about him whenever he’s been under her dress during these conversations. Apparently, she didn’t want him to hear what she had to say about him… he doesn’t mind, since he’s much happier just teasing her.

Hiding under her dress for these conversations has probably happened far too often, especially lately, but Hetty seems to enjoy it even more than he does. It’s just so much fun.

Deciding to tease her by taking it nice and slow, but still focus on her, he happily fingers her and begins to eat her out, drowning out some of the conversation. Flower, as always, starts with her struggles with Thor’s violence at times, even if he’s gotten a lot better. He flicks his tongue against her clit, and she squirms and tightens her thighs around his head. Pleased, he does it again, and almost forgets that he doesn’t want to make it too obvious as Isaac changes the subject to Nigel’s want for something more physical and his difficulty with it.

He vaguely hears Isaac question Hetty about how she got passed her physical barriers, but before she can answer, he hears Sam’s voice: “Sorry, I’m late. I just wanted to –” she pauses. It hasn’t been that long since she saw him and Hetty heading to their room for fun. “– wait, where’s Trevor?”

“He’s not here, Sam,” Alberta states. “It’s girl talk.”

“If it’s girl talk then why does Isaac get invited?” Flower questions.

“We’ve been through this, I am an exception,” Isaac states. Then, clearly turns to Sam, “Why would you assume Trevor to be in here?”

“Because…” she stops, clearly having figured out that in the fifteen minutes since she last saw them, and Hetty’s slight squirming that he’s under her dress. She gags, slightly. “You know what? I, uh, I think I have to uh – go do something, anything else – you all have fun.”

She doesn’t appear to listen as the others as they all yell for her to stop, but the door shuts behind her.

“What’s her problem? What just happened?” Alberta asks.

“I am uncertain, dear,” Hetty offers, trying not to moan when he does that thing that usually has her screaming. If she could, she’d be giving him trouble for that, but she can’t… not until later, which will be so, so fun.

“Oh, I think she’s just freaked out because she realized that Trevor’s hiding under Hetty’s dress,” Flower offers, completely oblivious to the fact that she should not have said that. He can’t help wondering when she figured it out.

“Henrietta, is this true?” Isaac demands.

“I – I…”

He feels the dress lift slightly because Alberta wants to check and obviously sees his shoes.

“Trevor!”

“What are you doing under there?” Isaac questions, but he looks slightly appalled because he knows based on Alberta’s reaction that it’s something sexual.

“Clearly something you’ve never done,” Trevor states as he crawls out from under the dress. Clearly, the mood is ruined.

“Trevor!” Hetty hisses.

“What? It’s a fact,” Trevor says, as Flower and Alberta laugh.

“I take it back, I do not wish to know,” Isaac states. “Meeting adjourned.”

With that, he takes off through the closed door and despite the fact that both Flower and Alberta look like they want to tease them, they take off, too.

Leaving the couple alone once again.

She sits on the bed looking a mix between embarrassed and disappointed. He moves behind her and begins to kiss her neck since he knows how much she likes it, figuring it would make her feel better.

She groans, “Trevor, I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“So, you want me to stop, then?”

“No.”

Chuckling slightly, he continues his efforts, a little more teasing and playful than if he was aiming for the goal. She tilts her head to the side with her eyes closed and he holds her tightly against him. It takes a few minutes before she begins to relax and enjoy his attentions. Once she does, she says, “Trevor, are you sure you want to do something for our anniversary?”

Trevor stops and looks at her directly in the mirror across from them. “I know that we didn’t exactly start on a relationship foot, but I – I care for you and I want to do something special, but if you don’t … I understand.”

She looks touched. “No, I – I definitely wish to celebrate with you. I am just… surprised. Given our relationship’s origins and the fact that I am not used to such… sentimentality.”

Trevor kisses her cheek and hugs her from behind. “I know it might not have been expected, but I … after a year together – as complicated as it was, it’s just nice to be able to celebrate.”

“I concur,” she says, turning to look him in the eyes.

He kisses her passionately. “Good.”

There’s a minute where they just get lost in each other’s eyes.

She hums. “Trevor?”

“Yes?”

“May I have your magic fingers, again?”

“Always, Babe.”

***

Despite the awkwardness of so many people knowing what he was doing under Hetty’s dress, and the teasing that he got from Flower and Alberta, everything continued on as normal in the leadup to the holiday. Of course, once everyone found out that he was ‘up to something’ to celebrate their anniversary, they kept trying to figure out what it was – even in front of Hetty.

Thus, he’d begun a foolproof plan to make those trying to ruin the surprise to go away. Hence, when Flower and Alberta began to question them just prior to everyone settling down for movie night, he pulls Hetty into his lap and begins kissing her neck. She laughs since this has happened every night since Hetty told him that she had heard he was ‘up to something’ and turns to kiss him passionately instead.

Flower and Alberta continue to try and question him, until Alberta groans. “Fine, if you two stop, we’ll stop asking.”

They break apart and grin at her.

“I am really starting to enjoy your method of avoiding this conversation, we should make this the go-to method to avoid any conversation,” Hetty admits.

“Please don’t,” Sam groans. “I’m happy that you’re happy, but please don’t get all gross just to put people off.”

“To be fair, if people stopped trying to figure out what the surprise is, we wouldn’t be ‘getting all gross to put people off’,” Trevor retorts.

“Fine, no one else is allowed to ask anymore, capisce?”

“Capisce.”

“Good, now let’s enjoy the movie.”

***

Trevor’s thrilled as he stands with Jay in the carriage house. It’s absolutely perfect, looks exactly like a French bistro in Paris. A mini Eiffel Tower and everything. There’s French music playing, and images of the view (that you’d see if you were in Paris) are hanging up everywhere. Lastly, there’s a banner that reads: Merry Christmas, Sam.

It would be changed out for Happy Anniversary, Hetty tomorrow morning, but everything was perfect. He can only hope that when Jay brings Sam out here after dinner that no one ruins the surprise for Hetty.

“What do you think?”

Trevor walks over to the iPad sitting on the table and writes: Looks perfect.

“Good. Then we go it all set up just in time,” Jay states. He’s looking around the carriage house smiling. “This was a great idea, Trevor. I just hope she – they – both like it.”

I’m sure they will. Probably should’ve thought of it sooner.

“Yeah, I probably should’ve,” Jay admits. “When we were in the city, we never would’ve had the time off to go to Paris, let alone the money…. Now, of course, it’s just the money issue…”

Condos in the city cost a lot even in the nineties. I was just lucky with my profession.

Jay laughs. “So, you’ve been to Paris, then?”

I’ve traveled a lot, even during the summers between school years. But that’s because I worked my ass off during the year to pay for it. Once I started working full-time, traveling was quite the reward.

“Maybe when you have your date tomorrow night, you should tell Hetty about it all, I bet since she can’t ever visit it that she’d like to at least hear about it.”

That’s a great idea. Thanks, Jay.

Jay smiles. “Have you wondered what she’s going to get you?”

Trevor laughs. I doubt she gets me anything… although there have been some weird questions, lately.

“Weird questions?”

Yeah. Weird questions.

Trevor wasn’t exactly sure what was up with Hetty’s sudden interest in his pseudo three-way relationship with Nicky and Ari. The whole thing had come out accidently when he had blurted out that he wanted to try the whole fun experiment with him being under her dress and seeing how long he could tease her while she maintains the conversation. When she had asked about it, he admitted to the meetings that he had spent on his knees under Ari’s desk, which had led to a confusing conversation about how he could’ve been almost committed to Nicky in the year prior to his death when he was also with Ari.

He’d been so embarrassed given Ari’s actions after his death to explain that he and Ari had had a thing and that it had been ongoing since he’d been eighteen and how Nicky had been okay with them still sleeping together as long as she got to tell him what to do. She really got into it (even telling him that he could spend time under Ari’s desk as long as he didn’t come until he was with her again – it was so hot), and Trevor absolutely loved it – hot and bossy, definitely his type. He could still remember how he’d rush home on days like that and totally and completely ravish her. She seemed to like it, he bet Hetty would, too.

Either way, Hetty had found the idea of it surprisingly intriguing, especially in the last few days. He could just imagine her doing the same as Nicky, and man, that was hot.

Of course, it probably only works in his fantasies.

“What kind of weird questions?” Jay asks, gaining his attention, again.

Oh, uh, I doubt you’d want to know.

“Oh, come on, thought we were bros now?”

It’s related to my previous sex life.

“More stories of you under women’s dresses?” Jay teases. Evidently, Sam must’ve told him about the dress incident. In fact, the whole house had come to asking where he was whenever they were talking to Hetty just to make sure that he wasn’t under her dress while they were trying to talk to her.

Not exactly. But if you must know, the woman I dated before I died discovered I had a friends with benefits situation with one of my male friends, and well, she kind of enjoyed watching us and telling me what to do.

“Oh, god, why did I ask?”

I wish I knew.

There’s a pause before:

“Well, since I’m down the rabbit hole – what kind of questions is Hetty asking then?”

Trevor groans. He was kind of hoping that Jay would leave it, but apparently not.

Just – well, I may have admitted that now that I’ve gotten to be with a woman again, I kind of miss being with a man, too. It was fun and hot … those times when I was with a man, but my girlfriend was ordering me around… watching… telling me to please him, yet, deny me the pleasure until I’ve satisfied them both…

Jay laughs. “You’re a total sub, I love it.”

This is why I don’t share with you.

“Oh, come on. I’m just teasing… now, what’s Hetty asking?”

Well, just that … what it was like on all sides (feelings wise, I guess), what kind of things Nicky would order me to do, how it all worked, and well …

“Well, what?”

If there were any male ghosts, I would be interested in doing it with.

Jay looks absolutely gleefully. “And what did you say?”

NOTHING. I am not going to admit to my girlfriend that I find one of our friends attractive. Or well, I admitted I did, but not – I assured her, I’d never go there. I’m hers, and no one else’s.

“It’s Sass, isn’t it?” Jay questions, bouncing up and down. “Whenever Sam would tell me stories of you two and your sort of opposites attract kind of behavior, I was thinking it was a bit of UST, especially with the whole ‘helping you try to get laid’ last year. But then, you got with Hetty, but I could see Hetty being into bossing you around like that. Plus, Sass would finally not be a virgin anymore. It’s a win for everyone.”

Trevor is absolutely stunned. Could Hetty really be considering having him sleep with Sass at her command? Sass was definitely attractive, and she did like bossing him around… but would she really want to share?

He could just imagine it in his mind’s eye. Hetty sitting on the ottoman telling Trevor to slowly ravish Sass. Sass withering and moaning as Trevor kisses every inch of skin. He’ll groan when Hetty orders Trevor to avoid his cock at first, instead just tease his thighs, leaving little hickeys (or pretending to) and teasing his hole and balls. Trevor’ll beg for permission to suck his cock and Sass’ll be a begging mess, too. Hetty’ll finally cave after enough begging and –

“Trev, you still with me?”

Jarred back to the present, Trevor types: Yeah, but I gotta go.

Trevor turns heel to go find his lovely girlfriend as he hears Jay muttering about dying horny. None of that matters as long as he can have his way with Hetty right now and he will.

***

The holiday and Jay’s gift to Sam went over well. Sam had thanked him for the idea and told him that Hetty was going to love it.

Thus, he wakes the next morning, quite happy and excited for the day. Helped, naturally, but Hetty’s hand stroking his morning wood and kissing his neck.

Trevor hums, “Morning, Babe.”

“Good Morning, Dearest,” Hetty says, looking him in the eyes as she continues to stroke him.

He looks at her with a smile (noting that she must’ve gotten up and taken off her poofy dress as she’s just in her chemise), then down at her hand around his cock, and back again. “Seems someone’s up to something.”

“I would never be up to something,” Hetty states, blinking innocently at him.

Chuckling, he surges forward to kiss her and moments later she’s on her back and he’s sliding his hand into her warmth to tease her. When he leans back slightly, noticing that she’s wrapped her legs around his waist, he says, “And I would never be up to anything either.”

She laughs. “Au contraire, dearest, you are always up to something.”

He nuzzles her neck, and twists his fingers so that she keens, pleasurably. “Only to make you happy.”

She grins. “You do, but only if you stop teasing and get me off right now.”

Trevor chuckles, “We’ve clearly been spending too much time together.”

Still, he follows through with her request, thrusting happily inside her and getting that contented sigh of pleasure.

“Oh Trevor,” Hetty moans as she tightens her legs around him, taking him in deeper.

“Like that?” he pants.

“Always.”

Normally, he would take his time, but seeing her all blissed out does something to him and he gets her to come before coming himself.

Satisfied, Hetty cuddles into him once he’s on his back.

“Happy Anniversary, Babe.”

“Happy Anniversary, Dearest. I cannot wait to see your surprise later,” she says before kissing his cheek. “I also have a surprise for you, but it would be much better later on around bedtime.”

Trevor hums. “So, that wasn’t my present?”

She gives him a look. “You get that every day.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not a present.” He gives her a light kiss. “Every day with you has been a gift.”

Hetty laughs. “I did not realize that you were such a – what would Sasappis call it – a sap?”

Trevor laughs. “I’m not that sappy just…”

“I would highly disagree. You appear to be more and more sappy every day. It appears to come from your interest in chick flicks,” she teases.

“They’re called romantic comedies and who told you to call them that?”

She gives him a mischievously look. “I shall never share my sources.”

Trevor hums as he moves to tickle her. “We’ll see about that.”

Hetty squeals as she manages to wiggle off the bed and stand up, still in just her chemise. He’s distracted by it since it reveals so much of her and she smirks, “You’ll have to catch me first!”

Then she takes off, her dress appearing back on her as she leaves the room. He yells that he’ll catch her for sure, but he knows this’ll just be a fun game for the morning.

***

He did catch her, again and again, throughout the day, and their little game definitely drove their housemates a little crazy. To the point that Sam encouraged him to bring her to the carriage house much earlier than he intended, but extra time alone with Hetty is never a bad thing. As they walk out there, hand-in-hand, through the snow, they stop and kiss along the way. It probably takes at least ten minutes longer than it should, but he doesn’t mind.

Until finally, they’re right outside the door.

“Now, Hetty, I know that we can’t travel anywhere, but that you’ve always wanted to go to Paris, so as an Anniversary present, I brought Paris to you,” Trevor says as he pulls her through the door.

She lets go of him and walks into the center of the house, spinning around admiring the decorations and everything. She takes it all in for several minutes, before Trevor asks, “Do you like it?”

He’s a bit nervous, despite his earlier cockiness about how sure he’d be that she’d like it. She doesn’t answer at first, making him even more nervous, until she turns on her heel and walks right back to him. She grabs his face much like she’d done the first time and kisses him passionately.

Taking that as a yes, he melts into her, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull them flush against each other, thrilled that she’s so happy with him. He’d done it right after all.

When they break a part, still holding his face, Hetty says, “Trevor, I love you.”

Despite being together for a whole year, it’s the first time that she’s ever said it, and he couldn’t be happier. He’d been waiting for this for months.

“I love you, too, Hetty.”

He gives her another kiss before leaving his forehead against hers. He’s thrilled with this development; he’d been waiting for so long for it since he knew that Hetty wasn’t exactly familiar or comfortable with confessing that she loves someone (Isaac had told him that it’d taken the better part of a decade before she admitted that she loved him as a friend) when he’d asked him about it. Trevor had been trying to make sure that he didn’t push her into anything the way Nigel’s been pushing Isaac (since he often complained about it, no matter how much he cares for him).

In turn, Trevor had given him some advice as well, but none of that mattered in this moment because Hetty loves him. She had said it!

He almost couldn’t believe it. It feels like a dream.

Before he could think of anything else, she kisses him again, a little more passionately and insistently before breaking a part. “Should I get your present now then?”

Trevor smiles. “You don’t have to, I mean, I had a ‘dinner date’, a movie and a dance all planned…”

Hetty grins. “Yes, that sounds wonderful, but I am … revved up as you would say, and I think it is better to give you my gift now.”

“Oh, uh, okay, then. Bedroom?” Trevor suggests.

“Yes, please go wait in there for a few minutes, I shall be back.”

Surprised, but always accepting of the change in the flow of things, he smiles and says, “Anything for you, my love.”

She gives him a kiss. “Good.”

With that, she disappears through the door again, leaving Trevor slightly confused, but still quite pleased.

He could only wonder what she has in store for him.

***

It takes about ten minutes before Hetty joins him in the bedroom.

“My love, I present you with my gift.”

She gestures at the door, and Trevor figures that it should be Sam bringing something in, but instead, Sass enters the room, looking a little nervous.

He looks between her and Sass and realizes that those questions had really been a part of her plans to recreate the dynamic Trevor had been missing a bit. “Is this what I think it is?”

Hetty nods.

At first, he’s thrilled, before he remembers just how difficult it was for Hetty to know about Elias’ affairs. Trevor approaches her slowly. “I love you, Hetty, and I don’t want you to do anything that might make you uncomfortable.”

“Oh, hush. I would not be suggesting that you engage in intimate activities with Sasappis if we were not all on board,” Hetty states, plainly.

“Yeah, we’ve been talking about this for weeks,” Sass offers.

“You have?”

“Yes. When I discovered that you had something planned for our anniversary, I brought it up during girl talk, and given that you have discussed the situation when you were alive with Flower, she suggested feeling you out and determining if you would be interested in recreating such a situation…”

“Which explains all of your questions,” Trevor states. “But are you sure about this? You’re not exactly one to share.”

Hetty hums. “I have thought about it for some time now. Sasappis and I have discussed it at great length, and Flower has also chipped in, mainly because she finds herself annoyed that Sasappis would be willing to be a third of sorts for us, but not for her and Thor.”

“I’ve lived with Thor for 500 years, if I was attracted to him – I wouldn’t still be a virgin,” Sass retorts.

Trevor can’t resist his laugh. “So, what you’re telling me is that I’m more attractive than Thor?”

“No need to get cocky,” Sass says, causing Trevor to laugh. Sass gives him a look. “Scary isn’t attractive, okay?”

“I feel that,” Trevor admits. “And we’re not on a boat, so I suppose boat rules don’t really apply.”

“I don’t know – we’re on a boat, exactly, but we are stuck here.”

“Yes, but there are options…”

“May we please get back on track,” Hetty huffs.

“Right, sorry,” Trevor says, turning to her. He clears his throat. “If you’re absolutely sure than I am absolutely game.”

“What a surprise,” Sass teases.

Trevor turns to him, after getting a smile and nod from Hetty, and says, “You know, I am actually not that easy.”

“Oh, please, you’re the easiest ghost in the house.”

“I am not,” Trevor counters, but it’s playful. He’s trying to get all riled up the same way he did the first time that he kissed Hetty. “I actually think you’re the easiest ghost in the house.”

“Absolutely not,” Sass counters. “I’m the only one that hasn’t gotten involved with anyone in the house in 500 years… if I was as easy as you are I would have jumped at the first chance I could to sleep with something… like you did.”

“And you would have … if you had any offers… but you haven’t so…”

“I have too! Flower and Thor interviewed me and not you – in fact, they interviewed everyone except you… so there.”

Trevor laughs. “Believe me, they tried, I was too busy moping about Ari to be interested. And then, of course, I also think Thor’s scary so… besides, it all worked out … my delightful girlfriend can attest that.”

He gives her a grin, but she huffs. “Are you two going to do this or what?”

“No foreplay, Babe?”

She ruffles herself. “I was all revved up as you would say, hence why I went to bring Sasappis into our date, yet all of this talking… is really dampening my mood.”

Trevor laughs and kisses her passionately.

“Alright, then, Sass, you really want to do this? Think you can handle all this?”

Sass scoffs. “Please I’m not even sure you’re even good.”

Trevor leaves Hetty’s side to approach Sass, slowly. “Oh, you’ll be eating your words soon.”

“That’s all I’ve heard is words – why don’t you put your money where your mouth is and prove that you’re actually good?”

That’s exactly what he was waiting for as he surges forward and pulls Sass to him by the waist. Sass appears to have expected it because he wraps his arms around Trevor’s neck in response.

The kiss is a little more tentative than Trevor is expecting. He figured after all that Sass would be a little more confident, but he can teach Sass to be a bit more confident.

Trevor deepens the kiss and hears Hetty telling him to use his silver tongue. He hums as he runs his tongue along Sass’ bottom lip, and he’s surprised that Sass opens his mouth instead of resisting. He’s still in charge of the kiss, but before he could encourage Sass too much, Hetty says something about wanting more.

Thus, Trevor breaks the kiss and starts kissing his neck, while undressing Sass. Just like the first time he tried to undress Hetty, it’s not smooth at all. He groans.

“Why do you two have such difficult clothing?”

“Sorry not all of us have easy access,” Sass counters as gesturing at Trevor’s pantsless state.

“Easy access makes it much more fun,” Trevor counters, before getting Sass’ top – shirt thing off and starts sucking on his neck.

“Speaking of easy access, I believe you are wearing too much clothing, dearest.”

Sass laughs, “Trevor and too much clothing…”

He doesn’t finish his thought as Trevor divulges himself of his jacket, loosens his tie, and slowly unbuttons his shirt. Since the music from the living room is still going for their date, Trevor moves in a way that’s meant to be sexy, but apparently Sass finds funny because he’s chuckling. Even as his eyes rack over Trevor’s body appreciatively, especially as he stands there completely nude for a second before he returns to standing close in front of Sass.

Sass reaches out and runs his hands down Trevor’s bare chest. “Wow.”

Trevor grins, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Then before anymore could be said, he’s back to sucking on Sass’ neck as Sass lets his hands roam all over Trevor’s body.

“Oh god,” Sass groans.

Hetty lets him roam his hands over Sass’ chest and continue to kiss his neck for a few minutes before she tells him to start falling to his knees. He could see a grin on her face and slightly confused look on Sass’ face.

“As you wish, my lady.”

He kisses and licks his way down Sass’ chest, until he’s on his knees. He takes the opportunity to lick his navel, which has Sass trying to wiggle away, but he holds him in place while teasing until Hetty orders him to keep going.

He undoes Sass’ pants and pulls them down, but before he can kiss or do anything to his cock, Hetty says, “Not yet, Trevor, start at the bottom.”

Trevor whines, he wants to kiss, lick and suck on Sass’ cock, but Hetty’s in charge, so he pushes Sass to sit on the bed with his legs spread. Sass leans back on his hands, watching eagerly as Trevor begins kissing up his right leg. He starts fast until he gets to his thigh and then sucks as if to leave a hickey, even knowing he won’t.

The groan from Sass has Trevor groaning in pleasure. He loves making his partner feel good, but once again, Hetty stops him and tells him to do the other leg. He’s a bit quicker on the left, eager to get back to that cock, but once he does get back there, Hetty still hasn’t given him permission.

A whine doesn’t seem to work, so he nuzzles Sass’ cock, and fondles his balls.

“Oh, God, Trevor.”

“Like that?” Trevor breathes.

“Yes, yes… God, will you – more, please?”

As Trevor nuzzles Sass’ cock, he looks up at Hetty, “Please, Ma’am, can’t I … at least kiss it?”

Hetty smiles, slightly evilly. “Only the tip.”

Trevor turns back to Sass’ cock and kisses the tip before flicking the slit and causing Sass to fall back on his back, groaning pleasurably. Pleased, Trevor takes the tip in his mouth and runs his tongue around it. He missed the slightly salty taste of pre-come. Combined with the pure pleasured sounds coming from Sass it’s enough that Trevor could probably jerk himself off to. He sneaks his hand down to his own cock, but before he could get there…

“Ah, ah, ah, Trevor. You shall not touch yourself or finish until you are done pleasuring me as well. Put your magic fingers behind your back.”

He groans but complies. Putting his arms behind his back and trying to balance, but it’s a lot harder that way.

Hetty can clearly see that and orders Sass to take control of Trevor’s head.

Sass is clearly uncertain but threads his hands through Trevor’s hair regardless. Unfortunately, he just sits there for a minute until Hetty starts giving him direction on what to do. This allows for Trevor to begin giving him a proper blow job, enjoying the weight of Sass’ cock on his tongue and pleased sounds from both of them.

He expected it to be long and drawn-out, enjoying every minute of this, especially since Hetty clearly wanted it to go slow, but Sass ruins that by pulling him off suddenly and coming all over his face.

“Oh, God, Trevor – I – that was –”

“Much sooner than expected, Sasappis,” Hetty states, sounding almost as disappointed as Trevor is that it’s over so soon.

“But it’s okay. We should’ve expected it,” Trevor states. “First times usually happen suddenly.”

Sass flushes, looking disappointed. “I was just hoping that it would last longer… especially if it’s only one time…”

Before Trevor could offer more, remembering that this was a surprising anniversary present, Hetty interrupts. “Perhaps, it does not have to wait until next year for another opportunity, however, for tonight, it will have to do.”

Sass nods, as Trevor looks at Hetty. He’s still naked on his knees, hard as a rock, with Sass’ now flaccid cock in his face. “Are you serious?”

“I could consider it every so often when we are all in the mood…”

Trevor gives her a surprised, but pleased look, before turning back to Sass, who is suddenly dressed again, but grinning. He gives Trevor a kiss before he gets up and says, “I’ll leave you back to your date. Happy Anniversary.”

Trevor watches him leave, still feeling pleased and confused, but before he could even begin to figure out what to say about his suddenly leaving the room, Hetty comes over and pulls him to his feet.

He delights in kissing her, thrilled that she’s quite eager for more, and knowing that he can please her, too, and for longer. He skillfully undoes her dress (so much smoother than earlier), leaving her in just her chemise for now while he moves his lips from her mouth to her neck.

She hums, delightfully.

“Like that?”

“Always.”

He grins and kneels on the bed, inviting her to kneel over him, her back to him, her legs spread. He’s supporting her entirely as his one hand holds her against him with the fingers her. His lips back on her favorite spot on her neck, she’s getting all of her favorite things at once.

She moans and withers, not holding back at all. He can feel his cock throb against her and works to get her off, quickly. He’s rewarded a minute or so later with Hetty screaming his name in pleasure.

Thrilled, he moves them around so that she’s on her back on the bed and situates himself in between her legs (which feels like a tease being so close, yet not there just yet), which she wraps around his waist and nuzzles her boobs.

“You’re such a good boy, Dearest,” Hetty says, which she catches her breath.

She’s looking down at him, smiling.

He nuzzles his face in her boobs for a few seconds, as his cock twitches at the praise. “Does that mean I’ve earned the right to finish?”

She hums. “Not yet.”

He groans. Delayed gratification was probably something he shouldn’t have taught Hetty over the last year together, but he couldn’t resist – he loves it as much as he hates it.

“Good boys do not groan.”

“So sorry, Babe,” Trevor replies before giving her a nice and long kiss. “I’ll be better.”

“Of course you will because you are a good boy.”

Then, he sucks on her neck for a few seconds before deciding to kiss and suck on her boobs. He alternates between them, nuzzling when he moves from one to the other.

Hetty’s clearly pleased as she gives off pleased sounds peppered with praises of his silver tongue, before she finally says, “I want your magic fingers, again.”

He’s gleeful since her statement accompanies her tightening her legs around his waist making it easy to thrust into her.

He moans. “So good.”

Hetty hums as he begins to finger her and thrust at the same time. He tries to go a bit more slowly to make sure they both enjoy it for as long as possible, but Hetty says, “Faster, Trevor!”

“As you wish,” Trevor pants.

He’s just as eager as she is to finish and is thrilled when a few minutes later she says, “Come for me, Trevor,” after she’s come due to his magic fingers.

The burst of his orgasm causes some stars in his eyes, and it takes several minutes after he’s laying on his back with Hetty cuddled into him before he can focus enough to say, “Well, that was – something special.”

“Certainly enjoyable,” Hetty confirms.

They’re both breathing a bit heavy, and neither wants to move just yet, so Trevor says, “Why don’t we cuddle here for a bit before we return to the Paris date?”

“Sounds delightful.”

***

It takes some time before they get out of bed and return to the living room of the carriage house. Hetty’s still quite thrilled with his present and he’s quite thrilled with hers as they sit at the table.

“I have to admit, Trevor, that when I heard that you were up to something for our anniversary, I was a bit nervous, but this has been quite delightful.”

Trevor grins. “Well, it’s not just the décor or the dinner that we can’t exactly eat. I also intend to watch a movie – one of your favorites – and dance, if you’d like.”

Hetty smiles. “If I recall correctly, you have indicated that you do not know how to dance properly.”

“And if you recall, there is more than one way to dance,” Trevor states, holding her hand across the table. “And if we make fools of ourselves, well, at least it’s just us.”

“This is true,” Hetty concedes.

“But if you don’t want to dance, we don’t have to,” Trevor offers. “The idea was basically a night in Paris. Or as close to Paris as we can get.”

Hetty smiles. “I appreciate the efforts, Trevor.”

“Well, I knew how much you’ve wanted to go to Paris…”

Hetty looks around the carriage house, “It is not just Paris, Dearest. It is all of it.”

“All of it?”

Hetty hums as she squeezes his hand. “Trevor, you know what my life was like – who I was married to… I was incredibly resistant to letting our relationship become as it is now because I was worried of getting attached and heartbroken…”

He understands. She had made it clear that although she never loved Elias that didn’t mean that she didn’t always hope that one day she’d get more and then, felt heartbroken when she didn’t. She tried so hard to be the woman he wanted, to get the attention she craved, only for him to be an absolute asshole. Thus, closing herself off, even in her afterlife.

“Don’t worry, love. He’s rotting in hell, and I’m going to treat you so much better than you could even dream…”

He lifts her hand to his lips and gives it a kiss.

Hetty smiles. “You already have, Dearest. You have been far better than I ever thought possible.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Trevor says, smiling.

“You should. I am aware that it took me some time to let you in…”

“And I understand why,” Trevor assures her. “Since we have eternity to be together, we have time to get even closer together.”

“Yes, we do.”

It’s quiet for a minute before Trevor laughs, “I feel like this is the moment that we should toast to the last year, to the last crazy year together, to the moment that changed our afterlives forever…”

Hetty tilts her head, confused. “Are you saying that you are not going to toast, then?”

“Well, we can’t toast since we can’t lift our drinks,” Trevor states. Then smiles, “But we can pretend, I suppose.”

He lifts the hand not holding hers, and says, “To a surprising, yet fantastic year together…”

“… may there be many more,” Hetty says, lifting her own to touch against his.

“Happy Anniversary.”

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #trevor lefkowitz #hetty woodstone #Sasappis #Trevor/Hetty #Trevor/Sass #jay arondekar #sam arondekar #HMoney #fanfic

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gwens-love · 2 months ago

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Ooooh yessss and then maybe a maid gets killed by a policeman for trying to stop them or something and her and Hetty fall in love as ghosts, and Hetty struggles with her feelings because it is a sin to fall in love with another women in that time and yeah… that would be perfect, or that’s maybe a bit much. Oh well… Please somebody write this. I would, but I don’t have the gift of storytelling… please I think the world needs this. 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 thank you 😊

Angst Ahoy

I NEED a fic of Henrietta Woodstone waking up as a ghost. No other ghosts nearby (they're either in the hole still or in the dirt at this time). The chaos of the police breaking into the library, the servants yelling, the police yelling, them discovering her body. I imagine they were less than gentle with her body, Hetty instructing her staff despite the fact that they can't see her. Then silence. Loneliness. The terrifying premise of eternity. Hetty is probably the only ghost in hundreds of years who was never greeted by her compatriots. How long was she alone?! I must know!

#hetty woodstone #henrietta woodstone #hetty woodstone x reader #please #fanfiction #fanfic #cbs ghosts #ghosts

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audrey-carr1 · 4 months ago

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The Heiress and the Lady of the House (part 6)

A/N: Yes you are looking at your feed correctly! I have updated this in less than twenty-four hours. With that said, the next few parts are going to be some of the last. There will be at least 2 to 3 more parts that will be added before this is finished! Enjoy part 6!

warnings: fem!reader, Hetty x reader,

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Hetty is woken up by the commotion downstairs. She stretches and sits up abruptly when she notices that you are not in bed with her. Hetty reminds herself that you had an appointment, so you were already gone by now.

The commotion gets louder, and Hetty decides to find out what is going. She heads downstairs and sees the ghosts crowding around the wide-open front door.

“What is with all the hollering?” Hetty asks.

“Get her inside, and lay her on the couch,” Hetty hears Sam say.

“I’ll call the paramedics,” Jay says and begins searching for his phone.

The ghosts quickly part themselves, and that sight that greets Hetty is enough to make her knees collapse. She sees Riley carrying your limp body inside and hurrying to put you on the couch. Nadine quickly rounds the corner and begins to strip you of your coat tossing it aside.

“The paramedics are on their way,” Jay says, “ Has she woken up yet?”

Nadine continues to do her vitals check, and curses under her breath.

“Damn it, she doesn't have a pulse,” Nadine says. Nadine rips off her own coat and quickly begins to perform CPR.

At that statement, Hetty moves to enter the room to be by your side, but she feels herself being held back. She turns her head to see, Trevor and Thor behind her. Unbeknownst to Hetty, the two decided that they should be the ones to hold Hetty back if needed.

“Let go of me,” Hetty says trying to break from Thor’s grasp, “What are you two doing? I need to be in there!”

“We cannot let you go out there, and you know that,” Trevor says

“Damn what I know! Let me go in there, we should all be in there,” Hetty tries once again, but is held back once more.

“Hetty, we cannot interfere right now! I know you want to be in there for her. We all do, but this is beyond any of our capabilities,” Trevor says and Hetty looks at him. Trevor looks truly panicked, and Hetty looks to see everyone’s faces, and they all wear the same expression of panic and worry.

“Fine,” Hetty says, “I’ll stay put,” Thor lets go of his tight grip, but stays ready. He remembers Hetty being quite the evasive runner when she was a child.

Hetty turns her attention back into the room, where you lay. All she can do is watch helplessly as Nadine continues to perform CPR. The ghosts are a bit startled when the paramedics rush in. They quickly get to work and replace Nadine’s efforts of CPR. They begin to ask questions, and Nadine answers them just as quickly as she is asked.

Hetty feels sick as she watches your chest be pushed into the ground repeatedly and spring back up. Hetty wants so badly to turn away, but she also can not let you out of her sight again. The one time she was not awake to keep an eye on you…to protect you and this happens.

“You said you wouldn’t leave me. Please breathe, (y/n). Darling please I’m begging you. Do something! ” Hetty prays and begs to herself.

“We got a pulse! Get her on the stretcher so we can transport,” The paramedic shouts.

“Nadine and I will go with her, we’ll call all as soon as we know something,” Riley says. He knows that he is talking to more than just Sam and Jay even if he cannot see everyone. Riley and Nadine rush outside of the house behind the stretcher carrying you.

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Sassapis and Sam enter the room that Hetty has been occupying since you were taken away this morning.

“Hetty, you’ve been staring out for hours. Would you like to sit?” Sam asks.

“I am okay,” Hetty replies.

“We got the call from Riley. I think you are going to want to sit for this,” Sass tells Hetty.

Hetty turns from the window and sits down for the first time all day.

“How is she?” Hetty asks

“She is stable, but they have her in a medically induced coma. They are not sure why her heart decided to give out all of sudden,” Sam says.

Hetty nods.

“It’s okay if you have more questions. The other ghosts told me that you two had started a relationship,” Sam says.

“And you do not find that odd?” Hetty asks.

“Me? Finding out that the dead aunt of 130 years and the newly hired heiress were in a relationship? The heiress that happens to be able to see and touch ghosts? No not odd at all. In fact it is very on par with what happens in this house,” Sam laughs lightly.

Hetty offers a smile at that but it is quickly replaced with the look of worry she’s worn all day.

“I would give anything to be with her right now,” Hetty says letting the tears fall. Hetty quickly wipes the tears from her face.

“Do we even know how this happened?” Sass asks.

“Riley and Nadine said that she came down this morning, made a couple of jokes, and when they passed the gate she passed out. When they couldn’t wake her up, they turned the car around and brought her inside,” Sam explains.

“None of this makes any sense,” Hetty says shaking her head.

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I open my eyes and I see the sky, but it’s bluer than what I saw this morning. My hands move in the ground beneath me, and I do not feel snow but sand. I listen to my surroundings closely, and I hear the sound of water. I sit up and I see I’m at the lake. I look down to see that I am in a bathing suit that I haven’t worn for years.

I look around me, and no one else is here. No people, no cars, no nothing.

“What am I doing here?” I ask out loud.

“Oh, you’re back already?” Someone says from behind me.

“Who?” I whip around to see the eyes of the lifeguard who pulled me out the water all of those years ago.

“Ah so you know who I am,” The lifeguard says seeing that I have recognized her.

“I recognize you, yes…But what happened to me?” I ask.

“You got attached,” She says like I’m supposed to know what that means.

“Thank you, but I need further explanation,” I respond hoping she would say more than a few words.

“You died that day,” The lifeguard climbs back onto the tall lifeguard chair

I roll my eyes. “Yes, I am very aware…and?”

“When you die, your soul detaches from you. Said soul then either goes up or down. If you’re lucky, you stay in the place you died, and you work out all of your unfinished business. Yada yada yada” The lifeguard says stretching herself out on her chair. She crosses her legs and adjusts her whistle.

“Yes I am very familiar with that, but what does that have to do with me?” I inquire.

“You died and your soul detached from you. Once you were revived, not all of it has come back. A part of you has always been here,” The lifeguard explains.

I look at her in disbelief, “That doesn’t make sense how does half of my soul,”

“You can see ghosts, and you can touch them,” The lifeguard interjects.

“No living person can see and touch ghosts. I have heard tales of living and seeing ghosts, especially children however you are the only one who can do both. You are quite the talk on this side of the world,” The lifeguard smiles.

“This side? Am I dead?” I ask.

“Not entirely, your body is in some hospital somewhere until you make your decision,” The lifeguard says.

“My decision?” I ask my face scrunched in confusion.

“You decide whether you live or die,” The lifeguard says looking out against the water.

“This doesn’t make any sense!” I say throwing my hands up in the air, “I want to go home,”

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Riley, Nadine, Sam, and Hetty sit in the kitchen.

“Does she have any questions,” Nadine asks.

“What happened?” Hetty says. Her voice is a bit sharp, not in anger but desperation. She needed to know what happened to you.

“When?” Sam asks hoping Hetty would be more specific

“The ghosts have said that she has died before. I want to know what happened,”

“Hetty says she would like to know what happened when (y/n), died…the first time,” Sam says to Riley and Nadine.

There is a bit of silence, and then Riley clears his throat.

“We went swimming at Limon’s peak…with our summer camp when we were teens about 17 years old. There was a group of kids that bullied her relentlessly and ruthlessly ruining her esteem quite a bit. She never showed it though, not in front of them but she used to spend hours in the mirror making sure she looked perfect. That there was not one flaw detected on her, which is odd because” Riley sighs.

“She is nearly perfect to begin with.” Riley gets lost in his thoughts for a second, “Anyway, (y/n) was preparing herself to jump off the diving cliff, and some girl pushed her. It was like I watched everything in slow motion, I can still hear the sound she made when she hit the water. She didn’t come up like she usually does. At first, people thought she was playing a joke, but she did not come up. It was like I was waiting for hours, but she didn’t come up. Eventually, a lifeguard went dove after her. She somehow got stuck under water. She was fighting to come up, but she got tired and started drowning. When they brought her to the shore, she was like some wet rag doll. It took them an hour to revive her, and though she seems fine. That day changed her,”

Sam looks to Hetty and Hetty has tears streaming down her face.

Riley continues, “Those kids…they lied and said she jumped herself, but she never jumps without a count-off. She has never jumped without a countoff. I tried to tell everyone what happened, but she told everyone she jumped. To this day I am still not sure why she would say such a thing, but she went with it,”

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A week passes, and Hetty has learned there has been no change in your condition. Hetty cannot bring herself to do much of anything anymore. Life has returned to what it was before your arrival, and it took your leaving for everyone to notice all of the joy you brought to everyone’s life. Especially since you gave them a sense of being alive again being able to interact with items of the world once more than before. Everyone tries to go back to what was before, but they cannot shake the empty feeling from inside. Riley and Nadine have decided they would stay in town until you wake up. They stay at the house you inherited and go to visit you every day. Nadine is always sure Hetty is around when she gives updates.

On the evening of the 7th day, Hetty and Sass have been up all night talking. Sass had figured that was where she would be and decided that it would be best if Hetty weren’t alone at night. At some point during the night, Hetty relayed Riley’s story from earlier to Sass.

“That must be how she got her powers to touch and see ghosts,” Sass says

“That’s what I think too. She doesn’t talk about it really, she just moved on,” Hetty says.

“But now, I do not think she did, it’s like she’s caught in between both worlds the living and the dead,” Sass says, “I don’t think her soul was meant to come back that day,”

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“So you are telling me that when I died and was resuscitated, a part of me stayed here. The rest of me went on to live happy-go-lucky life, and now I’ve been sucked back to this place because I hit some ghost boundary?” I ask.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what am I saying. Any other questions?” The lifeguard says nodding her head.

“I wasn’t dead! I was like half dead or whatever, so the ghost boundary shouldn’t have worked on me,”

“When do I get to go back home?” I ask

“That’s easy, when you decide,” The lifeguard says.

“I have decided. I need to go back home, to my life, to my friends, my” I pause. Hetty and I haven’t even talked about what we’ll call each other.

“Girlfriend? Oh don’t look so shocked, I know every aspect of your life. Every nasty little detail actually,” The lifeguard winks at me, “I know you want to go back, but you cannot go back until you see all of your options,”

“My options? And tell me, lifeguard, what are my options here,” I cross my arms.

“Let’s get one thing straight. I am not a lifeguard. I am a Life Guard, there is a space between those two words. I just happen to be dressed as a lifeguard,” The Life Guard says.

“But you are the lifeguard who saved me at the pool,” I say.

“Yes, because Life Guards are not visible to anyone, so I decided to shapeshift into the lifeguard that saved me. That way it wouldn’t freak you out when you got here. You halflings scare very easily,” She says.

“Freaked out? I was alive going to the doctors and now I am at the beach where I almost died. You tell me that all of the symptoms I had was my soul trying to attach itself to Woodstone, but it couldn’t because the other half was here. So instead of the other half coming to me, it brought me to it instead. And you did not want me to freak out?! This is insane! ” I ask indeed very much freaking out.

“Yeah, this is not going to work if you do that,” She says gesturing towards me visible freakout.

“You haven’t even told me your name. You want me to believe all of this, and you don't even have a name. What is your name?” I ask.

“Lydia,” She replies.

Lydia the Life Guard…that’s cute,” I say.

“Yes, we all love alliteration. Now about this decision, you have to see the past and future,” Lydia says going back to the matter at hand.

“What is this? A Christmas Carol? Do I see three ghosts that take me to the past present and future?” I interject.

“Hey, don’t get sassy with me, I am the one you have to convince to go back home,” Lydia says.

“There’s nothing in the future that will convince me that I do not want to go back home! I want to make my own future back home Now.” I demand.

“You sure are full of demands. Your girlfriend’s mannerisms must be rubbing off on you,” Lydia says.

“I am sorry, I am just a bit overwhelmed,” I apologize.

I hear a whistle and then a bright light causes me to squint my eyes.

Then I hear people again, I see them lying on the beach, splashing in the water. I realize that I’ve been taken back to the day of the incident. I look around to see if I can see my past myself, and sure enough I am at the top of Limon’s peak. I see myself being pushed off the diving cliff, and I hear the scream I let out before I hit the water. I close my eyes, and I try to calm my nerves. I tell myself that I am fine and that I will be fine.

I finally open my eyes again, and now I am back in the office of the camp director. I stand in the corner watching my past self and the camp director talk.

“We just want to know what happened that day,” The camp director says.

“I told you everything that happened,” I tell her.

“But we have multiple accounts saying you were pushed, and they say that this person along with others have been bullying you for a while,” The camp director says her voice laced with concern

“I told you everything that happened. If you are worried you are going to be in trouble you aren’t, but if you were pushed then we need to make that whoever did this faces the proper consequences,”

“If I were to tell you I was pushed, what would happen,”

The camp director sighs before taking a seat. “I imagine a police report would be filed, considering the nature of the situation this would end up in criminal court, and whoever would be brought to court for a trial,”

“That sounds like it could be pricey,”

“Yes, I imagine it could,”

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I am brought back to the lone beach with Lydia.

“Why did you do it?” Lydia asks

“Do what?” I ask

“You lied. You told everyone you jumped knowing that you were pushed,” Lydia says.

“ I did not want to deal with testifying,” I respond.

“You are lying again. I do not like liars. Why did you not want to testify,” Lydia says.

I sigh, “Fine, I was afraid of everyone finding out, The girl, Arabella, who pushed me was actually my sister.”

-END-

A/N: What a ride huh!?

#cbs ghosts #hetty woodstone x reader #hettyxreader #hetty woodstone #hetty x reader #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

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