#hetty woodstone fanfic

[cigarettessmokeandberries]

Blue Skies and Orange Suns (Hetty Woodstone x reader)

Never apart, Hetty and Y/n spend their days together.

a/n some more fluff for Hetty

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Hetty and Y/N spent their days never apart. Hetty’s morning walks are filled with conversation of death and longing and the way the blue sky always attaches to the setting orange sun. The evenings when Hetty perches on her chair and stares out of the window are filled with days where Y/N sits and watches too. Admiring the way the evening sun brightens Hetty’s auburn curls and how the light only darkens her enchanting eyes.

The conversation is null during these times, a time of admiration and reflection. Y/N spends the time in admiration thinking of the way Hetty’s arm always found a way to link with her own and how any task became two-man jobs when possible. When the sun sets, the loneliness echos through the walls and sends Y/N into the dark of Hetty’s room where hands get lost and clothing would stay wrinkled if possible. When the night finally settles into silence, comfort radiates from Hetty. The blue sky and orange sun resting for the night before waking together again in the morning.

Soon the rooms of the manor became familiar and not worth exploring over the wrinkles of Hetty’s palms. Y/N softly explores the lines for the nth time every night the Ghosts take over the living room. Hetty was never up to date on any show they had the gall to play during her moments with Y/N. Hetty’s fingers would always flex slightly against the tingle of Y/n’s touch as she subconsciously massages the palm of Hetty’s hand while her eyes stay glued to the silly screen. Hetty admires the way Y/N features relax at the touch and the way her eyes flit across the screen- not wishing to miss a beat. The laugh that leaves her lips due to whatever funny thing the box had said always worked to soften Hetty’s features. In these moments, Hetty almost wishes the television did not exist, wishing for all the attention of Y/N’s soften face to be on her solely.

The truth of Issac’s comments ring true at some times. Both Y/N and Hetty had hooked onto each other like ‘abandoned puppies’, he would say. But the truth was they were following the other into a home they’d make their own. The sheets would never be cold for the other and the stress of the day could never cause a growl from either- not as long as they had seen each other. Y/N always on Hetty’s tail.

The eternity of their time had not yet set in, months together felt like fleeting moments in which time graced them with the hidden knowledge of who the other was. Hetty’s stubborn head finding a cradle in Y/N’s soft heart. And Y/N’s calloused heart finding soothe in Hetty’s soft palms. To Hetty’s time, the relationship was crude but to now it was a sunrise on a foggy morning.

Y/N could never choose a better time.

The walks they took in the evening blossomed into moments of glowing solitude between the two. The blue sky pushing the suns rays into the hearts of both women. The time was filled with the cat and mouse of it all. Of each push and pull of their relationship and how it worked to keep them both craving. But, even then when the blue of the day became the dark of the night, the next morning was always brighter than the one before. No words could be shared between either woman again and still an understanding would be palpable.

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[cycat-carisi]

Take From Me My Lace

Pairing: Hetty x Trevor

Summary: Trevor learns about Hetty's most well-kept secret. (Takes place sometime before "Holes Are Bad".)

Tags/warnings: Spoilers for CBS Ghosts 3x08 "Holes Are Bad", some pg content, (implied) suicide.

Words: 1026

A/N: Heyyo! I'm new around here *waves frantically* I've been watching the show casually for 2 seasons. A rerun of the episode where Pete meets his grandkid SOLD me hard, and then the whole Tretty/H-Money affair started up, and I was a total goner, lol.

After watching "Holes Are Bad" I'm on the side that's convinced that Trevor knew. The look on his face, I think, is more sympathetic as if he's sad on her behalf that she had to reveal her secret, and not even on her own time. And when the other ghosts talk to Trevor afterwards, it feels like he's covering up what he knew.

So yeah, long story short, all of that inspired this little fic thing. I have not read any other fics in this fandom yet, but needed to get this out in the world to help kick off my full-blown obsession 😁🫶🏼

AO3: link (or below the cut!)

The pulse point just beneath her jawline.

He would never admit it out loud, but that was Trevor's favourite place to kiss Hetty. He loved that spot because his tender touch would send her eyes fluttering shut amidst hushed moans.

At first Hetty was apprehensive when Trevor's lips would trail close to the intricate neckline of her dress. Yet, as their relationship progressed, Hetty allowed Trevor to explore more and more of the places she had never let anyone else reach.

Still, most nights she would redirect Trevor's affections when his lips strayed even a little too far down towards the lacy seam. Trevor initially wrote off the abrupt change simply as Hetty's insatiable passion taking over, until one night he finally learned the truth.

"Mmm, Trevor," Hetty sighs, her voice heavy with sleep. Limbs tangled with hers, Trevor continues his ministrations, enjoying the feel of her soft murmurs echoing under his lips. "Ready for round two, are we?" quips the Victorian woman as she rouses from her slumber.

"Just lemme make you feel good instead," Trevor insists as he finds the spot beneath Hetty's ear that makes her keen.

She instantly gives in when his hand trails up the front of her corset, arriving to cradle her face. His thumb rubs delicately along the apple of her cheek while Trevor leans overtop his lover to place a languid kiss to her plush lips.

Hetty arches into the kiss, groaning when Trevor begins to trail his lips down to her pulse point. One of her hands grips his shoulder while the other seeks purchase in his styled hair. "Don't stop," she whispers when Trevor suckles lightly on the tender flesh beneath her jawline. And who is he to say no?

Trevor moves his lips inch by tantalizing inch along her neck, pausing to nip and lave his tongue over her ivory skin. He works further down towards the delicate lacework, and this time, without realization, Hetty tilts her head back to grant her lover greater access.

With her fiery red tresses pressed into the pillow, Trevor takes advantage, soothing her features with his thumb and slowly navigating his fingertips underneath the lace.

He feels it at the same time that she does.

Hetty's bright eyes fly open. She recoils, panic surging through her as she scoots herself up towards the headboard.

Trevor pulls back, startled; concern is written all over his face. "Hetty," he speaks gently. "What was that?"

The Victorian woman's vision turns glassy. She has kept her secret for so long, and now she has slipped up. She could lie. She could run. She could get angry at her pantless, horny lover. But she knows that none of those options would be fair. She is just as responsible for their affair as he is, and she concedes that this moment was ultimately inevitable.

Hetty swallows hard; fear and something akin to defeat are etched deep into her features.

Trevor leans in cautiously, his hand coming to rest reassuringly upon her clothed thigh. He sits patiently, waiting for her to be ready to speak.

"Ohh hoo," she exhales shakily, shifting to sit up further. His dark eyes never leave hers as she does. Except instead of speaking, Hetty simply reaches upwards, and her nimble fingers work to roll down the lacy fabric.

Trevor's brows pinch, and his heart sinks when the bruises and golden cord come into view.

Hetty scrunches her eyes closed, bracing herself for judgement–for Trevor to draw back in disgust. Instead, a soft voice engulfs her. "Oh, darling, I'm so sorry."

What Hetty sees when she opens her eyes is a handsome face laden with tenderness. There is no aversion, only warmth. And so, Hetty Woodstone, for the first time in the 120 years since her death, confesses the truth surrounding that fateful day.

Trevor listens attentively as the headstrong woman he is familiar with suddenly becomes so vulnerable, revealing her shame and deepest regrets. And as he takes in her words, Trevor feels privileged that Hetty–his Hetty–trusts him enough to bear her soul to him in this way.

Trevor allows her to speak until she has said all that she needs to. And somehow, Hetty finds her hands in his–an anchor to keep her from drifting away.

"Thank you, Trevor," she concludes, voice low and crestfallen. "Thank you for listening."

"You don't have to thank me, Hetty," Trevor soothes. "I just wish you had told me sooner so I could’ve been here for you."

Hetty gazes deeply into Trevor's eyes. Details leading up to his own death had been a secretive topic for the man who hides his compassion beneath a frat-boy persona. Hetty came to understand that part of him, and now Trevor is privy to a similar part of her. "You are here now, and that is more than I could ask for," she replies with a small smile.

Trevor nods, bringing the back of her hand up to his lips.

"Just… please don't let on you know." Hetty whispers, her eyes brimming with the desperation of her plea.

Trevor gives her hands a gentle squeeze. "Your secret is safe with me."

The pair's gazes fix as they drink one another in. The moment is raw, unveiling, and somehow deeply intimate.

Hetty's eyes fall to Trevor's lips. She begins to tilt her body toward his when Trevor decides to break the silence. He wants to hold her, wants to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, and to kiss away the pain she has locked deep inside herself. Instead, he murmurs, "Does it still hurt?"

Hetty feels Trevor’s breath tickle her lips. She pauses for a moment before answering solemnly. "A dull ache that never truly leaves."

Hetty nods, and Trevor slowly closes the distance between them. His nose grazes against her jawline before warm lips softly meet the bruises encircling her neck. Trevor's movements are gentle; there is no lust, only affection, and something that borders on the line of love.

Trevor draws nearer. "May I?" He asks, eyelashes flickering as he drags his gaze between her collar and the ocean swirls of her irises.

Feedback is loved 🥰

[gwens-love]

One second of your time please 🙏 very important

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Okay but why is there only one (maybe two) person writing Hetty Woodstone fan-fictions…What went wrong? 😑

Just look at her… she’s so beautiful

Okay thank you 🫶

[nike-sga]

Did I accidentally write a 32k word fic about Hetty and Trevor from Ghosts starring in the in-series period romance drama 'Bodices and Barons'? Yes. And it is largely @standingintherainbow and @fallowtail's faults (because I refuse to take personal responsibility for my own actions.) This is legit the longest thing I have ever written (well, finished). It's rated M, but is really more of a spicy-T, excepting the upcoming 'Interlude' chapter, which can be skipped over without missing anything plot (ha!) relevant if that's not your bag. If you give it a read, please do let me know if you enjoyed it!

[Completed but not fully posted yet. 1/12]

[audrey-carr1]

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

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

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!

[hacklesacademy]

I ship H$ with an intensity only previously seen whenever Hetty encounters lumberjack TikTok or cocaine.

So naturally, I wrote a pre-series fic where she tries to make her shitty marriage with her shitty husband work, because my girl hates to fail.

as long as he needs me, Hetty/Elias (sort of), M, chapter 1 of 2

[higgintoothsblog]

A New Legacy

bright and early, Sam awakens Isaac to tell him some good news. After hearing this news, Isaac’s ghost-mates start to notice some subtle changes.

Chapter 1: A New Day

After publishing their book, Sam awakens Isaac with amazing news.

“Isaac! Get up! I have something to tell you!” Sam shouts, startling Isaac to get up. “What is it? I’m tired.” Isaac complained, as he sat up in his bed. “The book! I got an email from Gold Diamond Press and it had reached a hundred sales!” Sam exclaimed, pointing her phone at Isaac’s face, awakening him as he sees the email. “Wait? So this is real?” Isaac observed, as he stares at the fascinating glow of the phone. “You know it is! People are excited for our work!” Sam shouts, “Come get out of bed, Jay is making celebratory breakfast!” Sam finally encouraged Isaac to get out of bed. 

Like a little kid on Christmas, he excitedly runs down the stairs to the seemingly empty kitchen. “Good morning everybody!” Isaac declared, to a room of very tired ghosts, “Did you guys hear the news, of my book!” Isaac brags, to the ghosts looking around, confused. But before Isaac can finish his news, he feels an unbearable pain. The ghosts look around in discomfort, looking at Jay, who accidentally walked through Isaac, to get to Sam, and back at Isaac. “Why must Jay do that?” Hetty starts to complain, but as she takes in the air, she realizes that it wasn’t bad. “Wait… why doesn’t it smell horrible?” Hetty asked, to which everyone looked over at Isaac. “I don’t know…” Isaac replied, as he takes a deep breath and walks through Jay. Unlike the other days in his eternity, it didn’t reek of a horrific smell. Isaac looks at his hands, giving an excited grin, startling the Sasappis, who seemed to be the only one to notice the difference.

“Isaac…” Sas starts to say, as he points to his own teeth. Isaac looks back up, but his teeth seemed normal, “What are you talking about? Are you guys alright? You should be happy for me, finally that horrific ghost power that tortured me for eternity is gone!” Isaac cheered, as the others still looked around. “I don’t think you’re seeing this in the right way… Because if your ghost power is gone, does that mean you don’t have one?” Alberta questioned, as Isaacs eyes widened. “Oh no…”

[1lilspark]

Meet Lex….

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61244248/chapters/156518293

[mooncalf87]

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

[roanofarcc]

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

[thescarleteagle]

An Eastern Arrival

I wrote this in collaboration with @ghostlyhalloween!

Chapter II: Faire La Bise: That’s How You Greet People?

Walking through the halls of the surprisingly empty manor, Isaac and Pierre finally find themselves into the kitchen. Inside they see Thor, Flower, Sassapis, Trevor, and Pete, crowded around Samantha’s computer, and quietly talking amongst themselves.

“Attention everyone! This is Sergeant Pierre La Croix and he is from the France” Isaac exclaims as Pierre tips his hat. “Hello! Or should I say bonjour!” Pete says with a chuckle. “You know French?” Pierre asks curiously. “Very little, but I’ve been to Paris in Epcot!” Pete says, slightly bragging. The two do a greeting where they kissed each other on both cheeks, and they get weird looks from the other ghosts. “Pete in relationship with French ghost?” Thor asks, slightly confused by the gesture. “No, this is one of the many greetings of my great country of France.” Pierre says gloatingly.

After realizing the familiarity of the name, Sam looks up from her computer in surprise, to which Pierre gives her a confused glare. “Oh hello! Jay it seems we have another one.” Sam says in shock, as she looks to her husband. “Seriously? Well it’s nice to meet you… wherever in the room you are.” Jay says awkwardly, as he turns to finish cooking.

Suddenly Pierre’s eyes land on Trevor. He saunters towards him. “Oh? And who is this delectable creature?” Pierre says, looking over at Trevor with a flirtatious grin, awaiting a response. “Trevor Leftkowitz” Trevor says, offering his hand for a handshake. Pierre accepts the handshake, which came in the form of a high-five then a proper shake. “That was an… interesting way of a handshake” Pierre says as he brushes his hand against his coat. “To think someone in such bold attire would know at least aproper handshake” Pierre mumbles, fairly annoyed, he clearly expected something else from the pant-less one. But then Pierre smirks, ”However, you are in prime position for a certain activity-.” Issac ushers him into the other room before he can finish his sentence, leaving Trevor very uncomfortable.

Meanwhile in the basement, Nigel looks off into the distance, almost as if he were examining the concrete that made up the stairs. “Did he just leave me in this sad pit?…” Nigel say’s disappointedly. “Oh yeah, you better watch out before Captain Oi Oi Baguette steals your man, based on what I’ve heard he’s a freak!” Nancy says, interested in Nigel’s reaction. Nigel stands there, with a nervous expression he barely makes eye contact with Nancy, then looks over at Patience, who gives a sigh. “It’s true… despite that dweller’s weird wording, Patience has seen many times of Pierre being unholy and dirty… it’s the whole reason I dragged him to this hell hole, so he wouldn’t interfere with the others purely perfect society.” She says in her usual disgust. 

Nigel looks down, “I can’t believe this, surely he wouldn’t be that desperate… right?…” Nigel looks around at the concerned looks on the other basement ghosts, who are trying to make eye contact, then to Patience who gives a quick glance at him before looking away and starts fidgeting with the collar on her dress. 

Worried, Nigel rushes up the stairs from the basement to see Isaac and Pierre at the main entrance, laughing together. “So, do you have a ghost power?” Isaac asks excitedly, to which Pierre looks at him with a grin. “It doesn’t matter dear, what about you?” He says, taking a step towards him, and jokingly putting his hand under Isaac’s chin and lightly pulling away. Seeing them, laughing together as their bodies go through the door, trying to hold his emotions back, Nigel could only feel one thing, true jealousy.

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

Couple's Game

After their sleepover and dares in Touch Me Tender, Trevor and Hetty's relationship hits a bit of a snag when Stephanie wakes for the day and Nigel's still out to prove that they shouldn't be together.

Can they prove that they're Woodstone Hottest Ghost Couple and meant for the long haul?

AO3

***

Things were still rather awkward the week following the slumber party as the ghosts not attending wanted to know why they had all been victims of various dares and who came up with each dare, so they knew who to get mad at and then proceeded to be mad at all of them.  Sass and Isaac, in particular, were bothered by Trevor and Hetty’s dares. 

Trevor managed to appease Sass and Isaac (who was offended by his kissing someone else when he’s with Hetty) regarding his dare, but Hetty’s dare had apparently bothered Nigel more than Isaac after a day or so.  Trevor’s sure that Nigel’s problem is less that it was inappropriate since Isaac no longer cares and more because it was Hetty, who happened to have had a previous crush on Isaac.  Isaac might be a bit oblivious, but Trevor’s been aware of it the same way that Nigel has been aware of Isaac’s crush for at least twenty years (but probably a lot longer).  Nigel is still clearly mad that their coming out allowed him to lose this chess match against Hetty (that he’s foolish for thinking he could win) and making use of it to drive a wedge.

Still, things are tense so when Isaac walks up with Nigel on Friday morning when they were waiting for Jay to return for his trip in the living room. 

“Hetty, Trevor, Nigel and I would like to tea this afternoon,” Isaac states.

“Tea?” Trevor questions, uncertainly.  Why on earth would they want to go to tea?

“We’d be delighted,” Hetty offers, giving him a look.

“We would?”

“Yes, we would,” Hetty insists, despite the fact that Trevor’s largely sure that Hetty’s never once wanted to have tea in her afterlife. 

Was that a thing in her life that he didn’t know about?  He wonders.  There’s still so much he doesn’t know.

Since he largely lets Hetty lead the way in their relationship, he smiles and nods.  “We would be delighted.”

“Good.”

Nigel smiles at them in a way that makes him suspicious that he’s up to something, but before anything else can happen, Jay comes in and distracts them all.  It doesn’t take long before everyone disperses for a bit.  Jay would likely settle in before making lunch now that he’s returned, which gives Trevor a chance to question Hetty about a double date involving tea. 

“So, tea, Hetty?” Trevor questions.  “Since when do we like tea?”

“I know that tea is not exactly your thing,” Hetty starts, looking him in the eyes.  “Yet, it is Nigel’s, and I would like to find some sort of way to figure out how to deal with him – make the peace as it were.”

“Hetty, he disrespected you by moving in without consulting you, snubbed you at his welcome tea party, and tried to blackmail you (which worked partially since we broke up for a day because of it).  Now, you want to go to tea with the dirty little teapot?  What gives?”

“What gives, Trevor?”

“You know what I mean.”

Hetty sighs and moves so that she’s standing in front of him and can play with his tie with the hand not holding his hand.  “I realize that Nigel is still trying to win a fight he lost, but one must realize that there are far more underhanded methods to get what one wants.”

“I’m confused, you won that fight.”

“Yes, we won, but Nigel still has Isaac’s ear, and he’s quite put out with us since you started sharing my bed, it’s only a matter of time before he pulls something else.  It is best to get in good with him by playing along and attending tea parties.”

Trevor nods.  “Alright, it’s not going to just be tea talk, is it?”

“Surely, not,” Hetty states.

“Then, I’m game.”

Hetty grins before kissing him, but before they could go much further or suggest going downstairs, there’s a scream.

They jolt apart and see Stephanie standing in the hallway looking right at them as the other ghosts return to the living room sensing drama. 

“Stephanie…” Trevor starts, uncertainly.

“… You’re awake a little early, are you not?” Hetty finishes, sounding a little bit more certain. 

“What the hell is going on here?  Why were you kissing her?” Stephanie demands.

Trevor shares a look with Hetty, but before he can answer, Nigel jumps in and says, “Hetty and Trevor have been copulating in the basement for months.”

Stephanie looks appalled and stunned, giving room for Trevor to ask, “Could you’ve said it in a worse way?"

"I could have suggested that you were engaging in –”

“Nigel!” Isaac hisses.  “I thought you wanted to be better with regards to my roommates?”

“Woah, woah, wait.  You are serious?  You two are together and have been for months and you’re sharing a room?” Stephanie asks, appalled.  “What else have I missed?”

“I’m gay and Nigel and I are dating – we’re going on a double date with Hetty and Trevor later,” Isaac says.

“We started a podcast about my murder,” Alberta offers.

“We met Tara Reid and Trevor’s parents after they found his body in the lake,” Hetty says, which causes Trevor to smile at her.  He’s excited that Hetty thinks meeting his parents was an important part of the last year, even if it reminds him that she watched his parents have sex.

“We had to deal with a ghost trap that apparently works,” Trevor offers because he wasn’t going to talk about his highlight as that involves his and Hetty relationship and he doesn’t want Stephanie to focus on that.  “We all made it through, though.”

“I got to possess Samantha for the holiday, and ate lots of cod,” Thor says, cheerfully.

“I got a girlfriend temporarily,” Sass offers.  “Unfortunately, she drove away – she was a car ghost.”

"Sass kissed Trevor, too,” Thor adds.

“That’s not what happened!”

“We had a cult here – that was fun,” Flower says, distracting Sass.  “Oh, and Thor and I are now an item.”

“My daughter had her wedding here, and I got to walk her down the aisle,” Pete states.

“Oh, and Elias came back from hell causing all sorts of chaos and attempted to drag Pete down with him. That could’ve been fun.”

“Gee, thanks, Sass.”

“We found out Sass has a Hi Tree,�� Trevor jokes.

“Stop calling it that!”

“Wait, let me get this straight – you two are a couple,” Stephanie says, pointing at Nigel and Isaac.  “You two are a couple.”  She points at Flower and Thor.  “And you two are a couple,” she finishes as she gestures at Trevor and Hetty.   “What?  Is everyone a couple now?  Are you two a couple, too?” she asks, gesturing at Pete and Alberta.

Pete opens his mouth, likely to suggest the possibility, but Alberta cuts him across him.  “No, God, no.”

“Hurtful.”

Sass laughs.  “God, Pete, things are just not getting better for you.”

“Thanks, Sass.”

Stephanie doesn’t look like she cares about their little back and forth regarding Sass’ tendency to mock Pete because she’s much more focused on the couples. 

“This is unacceptable!”

“What is unacceptable?” Sam asks, as she reenters the living room.  “Oh, hi, Stephanie, you’re awake.”

“Yeah, your dumb husband woke me up again,” Stephanie says, grumpily.  “Tell them they can’t be together.”

“He’s not dumb, and I’m sorry – are you suggesting that I have any control over what they do?”

“You made them room together.  You have some control.”

Sam laughs.  “The only reason they room together is because we need the B&B to make money.  Otherwise, my efforts to tell them what to do usually backfire and considering that they managed to hide their relationship for three months, even if I told them to break up and they did – it would only be a fake breakup in which they would go back to the shadows and continue their relationship anyway.”  She lowers her voice theatrically.  “They’re pretty good at it - even Sass didn’t suspect, and he sniffs out drama like a dog with a bone.”

Sass makes an offended sound, as everyone else cracks up.

“You’re all the worst!” Stephanie yells before storming up the stairs.

***

They dispersed after that, with Trevor, unfortunately, being dragged to try and make Stephanie feel better or deal with the situation before she decided to do something stupid.  It didn't go over well and instead, she attempted to get into his head about whether or not he and Hetty have anything in common besides sex.

Which, they do, of course they do.  They've spent most of their nights talking the night away, but as he sits listening to the three of them continue talking about tea and realizing that its been an hour, he can't help the slight groan and wonder that she might be onto something.

Unfortunately, his groan had been pretty obvious despite his best attempt to hide it, partially because he was so annoyed.  They all look at him rather pointedly.

"I'm sorry, but are we going to be talking about tea the whole time?"  He looks meaningfully at Hetty, she’d promised him that it would be more than just tea.  "It's just - it's been an hour and that's a long time to talk about flavored water."

He can see the appalled looks on Isaac and Nigel’s faces from the corner of his eye. 

"Maybe it wouldn't seem so long, dearest, if you attempted to participate," Hetty offers, squeezing his knee. 

"Uh, okay, well, I've never really been a tea person - I've had Snapple teas, and iced tea, which is okay," Trevor offers, trying something even though Isaac and Nigel might not consider those real teas.  "Although I did really like Long Island Iced Tea, but –"

He doesn't get to finish his thought that he was about ninety five percent sure that it had no tea in it because he hears Alberta cackling in the hallway as she falls through the door.  Pete's yelling at her for eavesdropping, but she brushes it off. 

"Long Island Iced Tea is not tea, Trevor," she says, still laughing.  "It's pure alcohol."

Hetty looks at him with a slightly appalled look.  “Trevor – is this true?”

“There could’ve been a little bit of tea?” Trevor suggests, looking at Alberta uncertainly.

She shakes her head. 

“Okay, maybe not – to be honest, I don’t really remember drinking them that much since there’s a lot of alcohol involved and I was usually already tipsy, so I got drunk a lot faster,” Trevor states.  “But – you know, I had actually iced tea a few times.”

“I don’t think that iced tea counts either,” Alberta offers.

Annoyed, Trevor asks, “Alberta, what are you doing here?”

“Watching this train wreck,” Alberta says, laughing. 

“Really?” Trevor asks, as Hetty admonishes, “Alberta!”

“What?  You don’t think this is a train wreck?” Alberta teases.

Hetty glares at Alberta and Trevor catches a slight smirk on Nigel’s face.  Obviously, he’s trying to prove that Trevor can’t run with them and is glad that Alberta has been plainly stating that the date – double date – is a train wreck.

“Alberta, be a dear and leave.”

Trevor laughs at the offended look on Alberta’s face, before she huffs out of the room.  He leans over and says, “If I know Alberta, she didn’t go far.”

“I have known Alberta for seventy years longer than you, dear,” Hetty states, pointedly. Of course Hetty knows that Alberta isn’t going very far.  “On that note, perhaps we should adjourn for now.”

***

It didn’t take very long for Trevor to be sulking in Alberta and Flower’s room.  He’d gone to his own room (well, technically it was still his) but the guys were the least helpful they could possibly be and thus, he wanted time alone.  Thus, he lays despondently on Alberta’s bed. 

Unfortunately, that was not to be.

“What are you doing in here?” Alberta asks, jarring his attention.

“Sulking.”

“Don’t you have your own room to sulk in?” Alberta says as she sits on the couch. 

“The guys are in there and they were less than helpful,” Trevor states.  “I’m half convinced Sass promised something to Pete so he would scare me away from being in a committed relationship.”

“And what would that be?”

“I don’t know – a chance to actually sleep on the bed?” Trevor offers.  “Doesn’t matter.  All their advice did was make me question my sanity.”

“You thought you were sane?  You gave your pants away to some idiot and took two pills to make green, you were never very sane,” Alberta states.

Trevor props himself up on his elbows.  “Seriously, Alberta?  Are you going to be even less helpful than the guys?”

“Well, I was going to try, but you look so sad,” Alberta states.

“Thanks,” Trevor says, plopping back down. 

“So, I’m going to help you instead.”

“You are?” Trevor asks, hopefully, propping himself up, again.

“Yes, first – don’t let that dirty little teapot or that little sociopath get in your head,” Alberta states.  “You and Hetty have been perfectly fine for months, and you don’t have to fit their idea of a couple or like to do all of the same things just because you’re a couple.”

“That’s true,” Trevor states.  “I mean, Sam and Jay are like the perfect couple and Sam hates DnD, and Jay’s always complaining about Sam sometimes leaving him out of our ghost stuff, which isn’t exactly a Sam hobby, but it kind of is.”

“You think we’re the perfect couple?” Sam questions, somewhat rhetorically.  “Would one-half of the perfect couple decide to lie about auditioning for his dream job in the city that I could never be in with all of the ghosts?”

She sits beside Alberta, who’s looking at her concerned.

“What?  Why would Jay do that?  He loves you – he’d never leave you,” Trevor states.  “Are you sure that’s what happened?  If you heard it from one of us –”

Sam shakes her head.  “No, I heard it from Jay.  Stephanie caught him hiding some expensive sneakers upstairs – when he woke her up – and apparently, she’s trying to break up all of the couples because if she has to be alone so do we, so she arranged for me to find them and when I tried to ask him about it, he blurted out that he auditioned at his old kitchen in the city to be the sous chef.  It was his dream job before we found out about the house and the coma and everything.”

“Yeah, but he would never take it – he probably just wanted to prove something to himself,” Trevor defends. He’s sure Jay would never actually follow through with it.

“I didn’t think you liked Jay enough to defend him,” Sam asks, giving him a questioning look.  “But you’re right – I still don’t like that he didn’t tell me though.”

“He annoys me with the reminders about no pants and Bela, but I do appreciate that he called me dreamy.”

“What?  In your dreams?” Alberta teases.

“No, he actually did,” Sam states.  “The first time Trevor cat-phished Bela.”

“I was not trying to cat-phish her, I just wanted someone to be with,” Trevor says.  “I missed having a special connection with someone.”

“And you found someone in this house to have that with,” Sam points out.

“Yeah, I did – except for that horrible tea date that makes me question my sanity.”

“Are you sure you were ever sane considering how you died?”

“You’re the worst,” Trevor says, plopping down again as Alberta laughs about that was exactly what she said with regards to the situation. 

Sam laughs.  “I’m sorry – I couldn’t resist.”

“You know at least I didn’t hug a bear,” Trevor offers. 

“Or die because you didn’t wash your hands,” Alberta offers.

“Or die because you didn’t do the safety stuff first,” Sam offers. 

They laugh. 

“I mean, my death was certainly dumb, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t sane, just that I’m an idiot at times.”

“Regardless, as I was saying – you and Hetty have been together for months – and in the last couple of weeks since ‘coming out’ so-to-speak, you’ve basically been attached at the hip, and you spend hours driving Isaac crazy by talking about everything under the sun –”

“Except tea, apparently.”

Alberta gives him a look.  “My point being that there’s obviously other things besides tea that you can talk about on dates.”

“The problem isn’t when we’re alone, Alberta.  The problem is that apparently, I don’t fit into teatime with the old-timey people of the house,” Trevor states, upset.  “And what if she wants to have tea where we talk about nothing but tea for an endless amount of time – we have eternity and nothing else to do – I don’t think I could do it.”

“Well, maybe the solution is to talk to her about it,” Sam suggests.  “I mean, I don’t talk about food endlessly with Jay – even though he could talk about it endlessly.  And he knows it, so we found topics that interest us both.  Obviously, you and Hetty have done that before, now you just want to include Isaac and Nigel in that – suggest a different topic.”

“Or better yet, don’t let the dirty little teapot in your head and just date on your own without double dates,” Alberta states.

“Dirty little teapot?” Sam questions.

“Nigel was blackmailing us after he caught us a month ago,” Trevor states.  “It’s part of the reason we came out in the first place.”

Sam frowns.  “Does Isaac know this?”

“We all know it – the check mate statement after you told us certainly made it obvious,” Alberta states. “Which begs the question – why was the date geared towards Nigel’s interests if he was trying to make it up to the two of you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Maybe he’s up to something else, since he lost that one.”

“Alberta!”

“What?  It does seem obvious.”

“Not everyone is up to something,” Sam retorts.

Trevor shakes his head, propping himself up, again.  “No, I mean, it makes sense.  Nigel doesn’t like losing any more than Hetty does.  If anything, he could’ve easily decided to partner up with Stephanie to split everyone up.”

“Definitely possible.”

“And unfortunately, I’m beginning to think that regardless of their motives they may have a point – maybe this tea was just proof that we don’t have much in common.”

“At least you have something in common,” Flower says, coming in and laying beside him.  “Stephanie asked us what we have in common, and I offered horses, and Thor said he likes their meat.”

Trevor laughs, and earns a glare from Alberta and Sam. 

“Be helpful!”

Trevor rolls his eyes.  “Didn’t you and Thor bond over the environment when Sass’ Hi Tree came up?”

Flower shrugs.  “Ohhh, that’s good – we do have that in common, but we don’t really talk about it on our – sort of – dates.”

“What do you talk about on your dates?”

Flower frowns.  “Uh, not his murdering people or my sexual past which seems to upset him – we usually just watch TV.”

Trevor hums, not sure how to help with that.  “Maybe the answer is that Hetty and I should’ve double dated the two of you.”

“To make yourselves feel better about having things in common?” Alberta questions.  “That’s a little selfish, don’t you think?”

“That’s not why I was thinking double dating with Thor and Flower would be a good idea.  I think it’s a good idea because it would be a lot less pressure,” Trevor states.  “I could help them find things in common, and we would be able to include Hetty just fine.”

“Well, too bad you decided on teatime, then.”

“I didn’t decide to do teatime.”

“Either way – your awful date can’t be the reason that you break up because then you would be letting the little sociopath and dirty little teapot win.”

“You’re right.  And I’m not going to let that happen,” Trevor states, sitting up.  “And what better way to make sure that we’re just fine and can totally make it as a couple then a couple’s game – you’ve got that newlywed game in the attic, right?”

Sam looks stunned for a second.  “Uh, yeah – why?”

“I’m going to suggest – we, the couples – play the game and when Hetty and I win or at least better Isaac and Nigel then we will prove that we’re meant to be a couple!”

Sam laughs.  “How do you know you’ll beat them?”

“Because Hetty and I spend hours in bed –”

“I don’t want to hear about that!”

“- just talking – about anything and everything.”

“Except tea.”

“Except tea,” Trevor agrees.  “Plus, we’ve lived together for twenty years whereas Nigel and Isaac avoided each other except once a year.  I mean, Nigel didn’t realize how deeply in the closet Isaac was when they went from walks around the lake to suddenly offering him to sleep in his bed when they didn’t even establish that they were dating.  It makes sense that we’d be able to beat them –”

“Hetty likes nothing more than beating people,” Alberta states.  “Not physically, of course.”

“Of course,” Sam says.  “Alright – I’ll go get the game and see if we can find a non-suspicious way to use the game for what you want, but I will suggest that there are other avenues like just ignoring him and continuing to date Hetty regardless of Nigel’s opinions.”

“Nah, this’ll be more fun.”

“If you say so.”

***

Trevor is thrilled when Hetty seems on board with the game, and most likely the winning of the game.  Which is why he’s grinning from ear to ear as he and Hetty sit beside each other in the living room, her hand in his, next to Flower and Thor.  Isaac sits in the chair while Nigel stands beside him on one side of the room, while Sam and Jay mirror them on the other side. 

“Alright, everyone, we’re playing this ‘couple’s game’ to see who is Woodstone’s Hottest Couple,” Stephanie says.  “And who should break up.”

“That’s not exactly what the game is for,” Sam states. 

“But that’s what I’m hoping for.”

“Of course it is.”

“So, since we can’t write things down, each couple has ghost to whisper the answer to the question their partner has to answer to,” Stephanie states.  “So, I’ll ask something like ‘what’s your biggest pet peeve’ and Trevor will whisper to Alberta what his is and the Hetty has to guess it correctly to get a point.  Alberta will confirm the accuracy.”

Trevor nods.  He’d chosen Alberta since she was least likely to try and claim the answers were wrong even when they’re right.  Pete had chosen Sam/Jay, even though Jay could write down his answers.  Sass was taking care of Thor/Flower, thus leaving Nancy for Nigel/Isaac.  Jay would keep score on the white board he brought in.

“Okay, first question to the one to the right – I was going to say girls but that doesn’t work with those two,” Stephanie says.  “What’s your partner’s biggest pet peeve?”

That was almost too easy as he whispers ‘pants’ to Alberta. 

“Alright, Sam – you first.”

“When I remind him, the ghosts are my thing because I can see and hear you all and he can’t,” Sam says, and Jay holds up a card with that exact thing on it.

“Hetty?”

“Whenever we mention the pants thing and forget that it was a hero move,” Hetty says, and Alberta nods. “That’s correct.”

Stephanie looks disgruntled as she moves onto Flower, who hesitates before guessing that it’s being dismissive of cod.  Everyone’s a little surprised when Sass confirms it as true.

Stephanie then turns to Nigel, who says that he believes it has something to do with loud talking or giggling when he’s trying to sleep and Nancy to say that his pet peeve is when people (the ghosts) remind him of his power since it stinks and mocks him for it. 

Points for three of the four couples. 

Stephanie then moves on to the other half of the couple, asking about their partner’s greatest fear.  Which two of the couples got right.  Then, onto a question about who the earlier riser was, in which the only two couples to get it were ones that have spent nights together. 

Trevor was thrilled when he got Hetty’s guilty pleasure right, found himself surprised when she considered that he was the one that made the first move in the relationship. 

“I think you forgot that you’re the one that kissed me – not the other way around.”

“You were the one that came to me all revved up as you say.”

“I was just walking by trying to distract myself – you’re the one that told me to ‘come here you pantsless son of a bitch’ – that feels like you made the first move.”

“You started the conversation…”

They continue argue for a few minutes while everyone else answers the question.

“You two are ridiculous,” Alberta offers, laughing behind them.  “Does it really matter which one of you was hornier enough to make the first move?”

“Yes, actually,” they say together.

“I’m just saying you grabbed me,” Trevor states.

“You were the one that mentioned that you were horned up.”

“Technically, I said revved up – and you told me to tell you about it.”

“Revisionist history – I simply mentioned that I could understand what it means to lust after someone out of reach.”

“Uh-huh, I was there, you’re right – then I told you tell me about it, and you said it leaves you feeling hungry…”

“Starving,” Hetty counters.

“Ravenous,” Trevor says, leaning closer as he remembers what Hetty had said back then.

“Horned up,” Hetty grins. 

“Then, of course, I paused and asked if I’d taken it too far, at which point you said –”

“Not nearly far enough you pantsless son of a bitch, come here,” Hetty says, before doing just as she had back then and kissing him passionately.

They would’ve completely forgotten everyone and everything if it weren’t for: “Hey lovebirds!  That’s enough – there are other people here!”

They break apart to see a pissed off Stephanie, and Nancy grinning from ear to ear, evidently, she’d been the one to get their attention.

“Right, we have a game to win.”

***

Halfway through the game and Sam/Jay were in the lead, but Trevor/Hetty weren’t far behind with the other two couples struggling a bit.  It appeared that they knew each other quite well, and Stephanie was getting a bit frustrated with the fact that Trevor and Hetty had been on par with the actually married couple in the game. 

It was clear that she believed that they could only be about sex and not having anything in common.  Which might’ve made sense given that she barely knew them.  One day a year for twenty years was definitely not enough time for Stephanie to know either of them enough to suggest that they wouldn’t make a great couple. 

“Maybe we should take a break,” Pete suggests since Stephanie’s all huffy. 

“Fine – we’ll take a twenty-minute break and then review the current standings when we return,” Stephanie says. 

“Great!”

Everyone cheers and stands, immediately going in separate directions to discuss various things.  Trevor lets Hetty lead him outside to go for a walk. 

“I think the game is going adequately well,” Hetty states, once they’ve gotten away from everyone.

“Adequately?” Trevor questions.  “We’re on par with the married couple and we’ve only been together for a few months.  We’re doing pretty damn well.”

Hetty grins.  “I suppose we have been excelling at this game.  Certainly, more than Isaac and Nigel.”

Trevor hums.  He can admit that there’s a part of him that wonders why they’re doing so much better than the pair that has more in common on paper than he and Hetty.  “Does that surprise you?”

“A bit,” Hetty admits.  “I had expected that the duration of their relationship and the fact that they lived in the same era and died in the same era would allow for them to know each other better than we do with so little time together…”

“And?” Trevor prompts, expecting that there’s more.

“And … after our tea date, I spoke with Isaac (and Nigel entered during the discussion) about the date.  I intended to suggest that perhaps we should have tried something a bit different for another double date as it felt that we might have been excluding you and they – mainly Nigel, might have suggested that perhaps we are just too different to make this work.”

“Of course he suggested that,” Trevor states, hating the dirty little teapot even more.  “What did Isaac say?”

“That perhaps he had a point.  Yes, we stay up all night talking about various things, but he seems to think that being unable to discuss tea or trains is a sign that perhaps we do not have anything in common.  I admit the thought worried me until you suggested this game and proved that we seem to know each other well enough that perhaps we could find things in common.”

He hums.  He’s not surprised that she had the same worries.  Stephanie getting in their heads and then, Nigel… but Alberta was right.  Sam was right.  Flower was right.  They don’t have to be basically identical in their interests to be together. 

“To be honest, I was a bit worried, too, and the guys were absolutely no help, but the women in the house pointed out that we don’t have to have everything in common to make it work.  We’ve been fine on our own for some time now and maybe we just need to not date the guy that blackmailed us.”

“I concur.  This … game … has proven without a doubt that we are doing quite well.”

“Glad you agree.”

He gives her a kiss, but things get interrupted by a huffy Stephanie telling them the break is over and that they better not be cheating in the game out here (as if they could). 

Time to kick some ass.

***

The game continued for over an hour with all sorts of personality questions, favorite questions, facts about their life together.  Trevor was thrilled that they clearly had the most points on the board (aside from Sam/Jay, who they were tied with). 

It made it him feel good that they both knew so much about each other, but it does make sense given that Hetty had admitted to paying attention to him even before they got together, and how much time they’ve spent together since they became more intimate (even if it took more time for them to begin talking things out).

“This isn’t fair!” Stephanie huffs.  “You have to be cheating somehow.”

“How could we be cheating?” Trevor questions.  “We’re literally sitting right in front of you.”

“Well, there – there was a break.”

“And we went outside, nowhere near the questions even if we could peek.”

Stephanie huffs and crosses her arms.  She clearly knows that she’s wrong and opts to just leave the room.

It’s silent for a minute before Jay asks what’s happening and Sam says, “Well, I guess the game’s over.”

“But we don’t have a winner,” Isaac states.  “Don’t we want a winner?”

“I think we can accept a living winner and a ghost winner,” Sam offers.  “Clearly that’s me and Jay and Trevor and Hetty.”

There’s some pouting for the other two couples, but Trevor’s just happy to win.  Woodstone’s Hottest Ghost Couple has a nice ring to it.

“And now, we’ve got work to do,” Sam says pulling Jay to his feet.  “Try to stay out of trouble.”

“Don’t we always,” Trevor teases, which results in everyone laughing at him. 

“Definitely not you, and maybe you could try to talk to Stephanie again?”

“I’d rather not,” Trevor states. 

He doesn’t get why it’s his responsibility, but Sam gives a look to Alberta and Alberta says, “Come on, Trev, I’ll help you.”

“Fine.”

***

It takes a bit to find Steph where she’s sulking. 

Once they do, she turns away from them and it takes some prodding before she says, “I don’t get it – what does she have that I don’t?  And don’t say the age thing.”

Trevor hums.  He knows that is the main reason, but the other part is that he and Steph just don’t have anything in common.  The fact that they were born the same year doesn’t mean that they automatically connect. 

“Well, uh, Hetty and I have been gotten the chance to be adults, which is important.  It means, we’ve gotten a chance to experience things that you’ve never gotten to experience.  There may be many years between us, but we’ve both been in the business world.  We’ve both had an interest in being the top dog with regards to money.  We’ve both had learn some things has ghosts and we’ve both had fun with illegal substances.  I wouldn’t be able to talk to you about the drinking or drugs I’ve done, or the parties that I’ve gone to.  You wouldn’t understand some of those things – partially because you’re young, but also because you’ve never experienced those things.”

“But I – I would listen to you and – and it’s not like I’d have to attend one of those parties and embarrass you or something.”

“This isn’t about embarrassment –”

“Really?  The British guy that Isaac’s dating said Hetty was embarrassed to be with you.  I wouldn’t be!  I’d be proud to be your girlfriend not embarrassed.”

“He’s wrong,” Trevor states, curtly.  He doesn’t like to be reminded of that, at all.  “And he doesn’t exactly have a good read on our relationship.”

“She forced you to have a tea date where all you talked about was tea and you couldn’t even talk – is that what you want?  To not have a voice and just be her boytoy?”

“I’m not a toy and we attempted a tea date with Isaac and Nigel, but we’ve both realized that it wasn’t our best choice to go into a date with the guy that tried to break us up or to focus on one era or the other.  We can blend together as we’ve done for twenty years as friends and now, it’s romantic.”

Steph is frowning, but he thinks that she might be getting it.

Alberta, who has been giving a quiet show of support, says, “Besides, child, you’re only awake one day of the year.  You can’t expect a relationship to blossom in one day a year – and it wouldn’t be fair to Trevor to have to wait for you.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Steph says after a moment.  “Maybe you could be my boyfriend one day a year?”

“That wouldn’t be fair to Hetty, would it?”

“Guess not.”

“I am not trying to hurt you, Steph, it’s just not going to work.”

She nods.  “Okay.”

“Okay?  Like you understand and you’re going to sabotage anyone anymore?”

“Yeah, I guess.  I just wanna be alone now.”

Trevor nods and leaves the room, happy that he managed to get through to her.

***

Hetty looks pleased when he tells her of the breakthrough with Steph and they spend the rest of the afternoon enjoying one another without interruption. 

“I know we had a rocky day with the tea date and what not, but I think today was an overall success,” Trevor offers when they lay down to go to bed. 

Isaac, for once, was sleeping elsewhere.  Maybe the library?  Trevor doesn’t know, but it gives them some space to decompress for the day.

“I concur.  It may have been rocky as you say, but I do think we are ending the day on a positive note, and perhaps we should try double dating with Thorfinn and Flower rather than Isaac and Nigel.  At least until we manage to work through some of the issues that are surrounding our interactions with Nigel.”

“I think that’s a good idea.  We really know each other – as that game said anyway – but we should still date just the two of us or at least double date with someone that is not trying to break us up.”

“Agreed.”

There’s a lull for a second where Trevor kisses her forehead and wishes her good night, knowing that tomorrow will bring a new day and at least they managed they managed to prove to themselves and everyone else that they are Woodstone’s Hottest Ghost Couple and they’re here for the long haul.

[gwens-love]

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)

[nike-sga]

(E; 6/6)

Why write one ridiculous H$ fic when you can write SEQUELS?! A sort-of follow up to ‘Thermodynamics For Beginners’ with - incredibly - even less plot.

[audrey-carr1]

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,”

—-----

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,”

—-------

“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,”

—---------

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!?

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The Horrors at Woodstone

Trigger Warning/TW: mention of suicide, abuse, and overall anxiety. Also mentions death and Elias.

Chapter III: Down at the Lake

While searching at their designated location for Sam and Jay at the lake, Hetty and Trevor get caught in a conversation about their lives.

“Have you smelled them out yet?” Hetty says, following Trevor but he doesn’t look back at her. “Y’know, you can help too, and I’m not the one doing the sniffing, it’s Bucky. Be nice to my dog.” Trevor muttered. “Yes, the dog in which parts of your corpse and his body were merged in because your ‘friends’ were in a weird cult like relationship.” Hetty mumbled, crossing her arms in annoyance, to which Trevor finally turns back to her. “You’re not helping! So quit trying to boss us around, we can find them ourselves!” Trevor yelled,  to which the two separated, leaving two spirits, a man and a dog. “And for the record, they were trying to save me, I’m grateful they even tried!” Trevor still was shouting, as Bucky runs and still tries to find the scent.

‘Save him’ the two words that kept running through Hetty’s head as she sits by the edge of the lake. ‘Save… save… why must those words be so familiar to me’ Hetty thought. Trevor looks over at her and realizes she was tearing up, and before he realized it, he was sat by her on the lakeside.

“Are you alright?…” Trevor asked, to which Hetty gets quiet. Trevor looks around to an empty field, “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked. “I’m just worried about my marriage…” Hetty mumbled, as the words ‘save… save him…’ had become a frequent noise in her head. “What are you talking about? You and Elias have it great! Trevor says in an attempt to cheer her up. “That’s what you’d think…” Hetty mumbles, leaving Trevor to think for a minute. “Oh I get it, you’re jealous because Elias and Alberta are off by themselves searching for the livings.” Trevor answered. “It’s not about that. I don’t care if that diseased bastard.” Hetty emphasized, tightening her fists. “Wait, if you don’t care for him, then why are you still together?” He asked.

 “Our vows where ‘till death do is part’ so once we both noticed we were ghosts on the property we agreed that we would split.” Hetty explained. “So what is it that’s bothering you?” Trevor asked, his head tilted towards the lake. “It’s not about Elias, it’s about me.” Hetty sighed and looked over at Trevor. “You’re lucky you know? At least someone tried to save you.” Hetty continued, as Trevor stood looking even more bewildered. “I drowned myself, and I had nobody. Only the police, who didn’t even try to arrest me. They had dogs, they could sense I was in the water but chose to do nothing. I’m not only mad at them, I’m mad at myself for making such an idiotic decision!” Hetty shouted as her mind began to race. Her tears became more evident, and her fists closed even tighter, until she couldn’t tighten them anymore.

“I care.” Trevor confessed, putting his hand on her shoulder, putting her slightly more at ease as Bucky goes to put his head on her lap. “You do?” Hetty implored, her pitch black eyes widening. Looking at him, Trevor can see all her facial characteristics, from her messed up hair to her black tears, he could see it all, all the pain she suffered. “Of course I do! I used to feel that way all the time, but I always have to remember there is someone out there who cares and loves you for who you are, and not what others expect you to be.” Trevor conceited, grabbing Hetty’s hands as her tears start to dry.

“Pretty wise coming from a frat bro.” Hetty joked, the two letting out a slight chuckle, finally drying out all of her tears. They looked into each other’s eyes, able to see all the pain they could put past them. Without thinking Hetty leans in, and the two lock lips for a second. But as Trevor was closing his eyes Hetty pulls back. “I’m sorry… I can’t do this.” Hetty asserted, as she quickly stands up and runs back to the manor. Leaving Trevor sitting in a rollercoaster of emotions.