Warnings: SMUT, Minors DNI, 18+, fem!reader, mordern AU
A/N: Slowly crawling out of my blankets to update. I need some more inspo! I'm hoping the upcoming season helps me come up with better ideas. Anyway here is a smutty chapter before we go back to the angst and longing. :P
Chapter summary: You and Hetty have flashbacks to that one night you shared together.
You barely have the chance to close the door, before you are pushed up against the wall. Her lips attack yours as her hands grasp your hips.
“You haven’t even told me your name,” You say when her lips leave yours to place kisses on any open skin. Your knees nearly buckle when she finds a sensitive spot right behind your ear. Your hands reach out to hold her to help steady yourself.
“You do not need to know my name,” The woman says trying to go back to what she was doing.
“Well, what am I supposed to call out when you have you have me writhing in a fit of passion?” You ask hoping she might say something.
“Oh, she is a cheeky one,” Hetty thinks to herself.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something, kitten,” The woman purrs in your eye.
“Do you know how sexy your voice is?” You gasp when she licks the shell of your ear.
“So I have been told,” She says pulling away from you and bringing you towards the bedroom.
Your back hits the mattress, and you sigh feeling the cool silk against your hot skin.
She stands over you, and you watch slack-jawed as she begins to unbutton her shirt. Pulling it from its tucked position the shirt is splayed open displaying her smooth milky white skin underneath. You wonder how it would feel under your hands. How it would taste on your tongue.
“You’re staring,” She chuckles
“Can you blame me?” You say pushing yourself up to sit up against the pillows.
“No, I guess I can’t,” She says pulling at the foot of your jeans hinting that she wants them taken off.
You decide to stand up to take off your jeans. The last thing you want is to look stupid trying to shuck off your jeans in bed. Once your jeans are off, you are left in your corseted top and underwear. In the back of your mind, you are thankful you had the hindsight to wear matching underwear. Judging by the reaction on the woman’s face, she appreciates it too.
“You’re staring,” You say beginning to undo your corset.
“Stop,” She says, “Let me look at you first,”
She gestures for you to spin around, and she takes in the sight before her. Hetty licks her lips as her eyes run down your curves. She notes that you must have put on a shimmer body lotion because it looks like you’re sparkling under the dim light in the hotel room.
Hetty closes the gap between the two of you. She overtakes the kiss without giving you an opportunity to dominate. Her hands hold your hips in place before they snake around to skate down the curve of your ass. She palms the flesh in her hands before moving to sit on the bed so you semi-straddle her lap.
“You are beautiful,” The woman says breaking the kiss and nipping at the skin on your neck and then your cleavage. The room is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and whimpers. You attempt to grind against her, but there is nothing to provide you with the friction you so desperately want.
“You must be aching,” The woman teases.
“You have no idea,” You pant.
Her hands pull you down so you are sitting on her lap fully. You make a noise of surprise at the sudden movement, but you quickly enjoy the new position. You wish that the corset was removed so you could feel her skin on yours.
She buries her face in your neck taking a deep inhale of your scent, “I can’t wait to devour you whole,”
You whimper at the sound of her words. Your hands bury themselves in her hair. Her curls become tangled and disheveled as your nails lightly scratch her scalp causing Hetty to moan. Hetty licks from the base of your throat to the top causing you to whine in response.
“Will you please tell me your name,” You ask once again.
“By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember what words are,” Hetty whispers in your ear.
Hetty wanted to do so many things. Her head overflowing with so many ideas she didn’t know where to start. All she knew was that she wanted have you begging and pleading by the end of the night. She wanted to leave you utterly senseless with no need to ever want to run back to Elias. She was going to make her claim tonight.
Without waiting any longer, Hetty makes her move forward and kisses you. A tongue runs across your bottom lip, and you open your mouth a moan. The moment your tongues touched, you felt yourself ignite. Any sense of thought seared away leaving behind embers. This kiss was meant to paralyze, like when a predator strikes their prey leaving them helpless to what comes next.
Hetty breaks the kiss to take a look at you, and she admires her handiwork. Your eyes are glazed and half-lidded. Your chest is heaving, and your lips are wet and swollen. Hetty knows that she has you under her spell completely. Hetty dives back in for another kiss, this one is not as controlled. This was purely for her own enjoyment.
A part of Hetty was excited that she was finally the one engaging in an affair. A sense of power being restored ignited a passion in Hetty that she never knew she had. However, with that passion came a bit of jealousy and regret. A tiny voice in her head wishes that it was she who discovered you first and not Elias. Hetty does her best not to imagine you and him together or how he could have been the one having you like this tonight.
This is not something she thought she would do. In fact this wasn’t supposed to happen at all. She was supposed to corner you in the club and make you sign a contract ending things between you and Elias. Instead, once she saw you Hetty was the one who was stunned. The pictures taken by the investigator did not do your beauty justice, and selfishly Hetty wanted you to herself. Even if meant only once and for a moment. She wanted what Elias could not seem to get his hands. No, sleeping with her husband’s mistress wasn’t the goal, but she didn’t mind adding it to the plan.
Becoming impatient you push Hetty onto her back and pin her shoulders with your hands. Hetty’s eyes are wide with surprise and arousal. You lean down closer to her and attach your lips to a pulse point. You suck on the supple skin, maybe a little harder than you intended. You knew that you were going to leave a mark, but at this moment you didn’t care. This was the time to be wild and reckless. This was the time to have fun and live a little.
You maneuver yourself so one of your legs is in between hers, and the woman immediately begins to grind down on you.
“Who’s the impatient one now?” You whisper in her ear. You don’t bother trying to remove the bra from her person, instead, you pull on the cups down until one of her breasts is revealed. Your fingers playfully tug on the rosy bud, before your mouth descends on it. You swirl your tongue around once then twice before enveloping as much as you can in your mouth. The woman arches her back shoving even more of her chest into your face. With her back arched, you take the opportunity to undo the clasp on her bra freeing her breasts from their confines. The woman helps you pull it off of her, and cradles your head to keep you from moving. Your hands find her other nipple pinching and rolling it between her fingers.
This was getting to be too much for Hetty. She was starting to lose control, and she needed to gain control fast. Just when she thought she could flip the script, your knee delivers one more push between her thighs. Hetty cries out in a wordless plea, and you bite down on the nipple in your mouth. She stills for a moment. Her body is taut and then it releases.
“Fuck!” You hear the woman say. Her nails are digging in your shoulder, and she is breathing slightly heavier.
Once the woman’s breathing returns to a semi-normal state, and her nails release her grip, you look up at her.
“Did you just?” You ask already knowing the answer.
Hetty is too stunned to say anything. She really came with no penetration, something she wasn’t sure she was able to do. And she did it effortlessly. Even at her own hand, she has never been able to climax that quickly. You had barely began to touch her, and she went off like some high-strung teenager.
Hetty wanted to be embarrassed, but she barely had the chance before you had slithered down her body. Hetty felt her pants being unbuttoned and pulled herself from her haze to help you undress her. Once the pants were gone, Hetty’s hands were slapped away.
You could see a damp spot in the woman’s underwear as soon as you parted her legs. Your fingers trail up long limbs before finding her hips to pull down the offending fabric. Once it was out of the way, the smell of her arousal hit your nostrils. On impact, your heart began to speed up and your mouth watered. You had never gone down on a woman before, but it couldn't be that hard could it? You relax yourself and tell yourself just to rely on instinct.
Finally leaning forward, you drag your tongue through her sex. The taste explodes on your tongue. Tangy, musky, and a bit sweet. Fingers are tangled in your head again as you explore her further. I flatten my tongue and lick from her entrance up to her clit before enveloping the tiny bundle of nerves. You suck gently, and you hear a muffled cry come from the woman above you.
Hetty bit on her hand to keep quiet, she was never one to be loud. The surprise of you going down on her so easily takes her by surprise. Her eyes roll back, and her hips move against your mouth. Hetty takes a deep breath and relaxes into the feeling. Your tongue laps at her, and she keens.
You pull back and look up at her. Your tongue darts across your lips erasing the evidence of her essence from them.
You smile before you ask, “Is this okay?”
The woman nods before saying, “Yes, please don’t stop,”
Not wanting to disappoint you go back to the task at hand. You are spurred on by the noises she makes in response. Her legs begin to tremble, and you push her thighs further apart to keep them from closing around on you. Though that would be a way to go, buried between a beautiful woman’s thighs.
Hetty was fighting to control her oncoming orgasm. Sure this was supposed to be a one-night thing, but she still wanted to make it last.
Almost as if the girl read your mind she speaks up and says, “Don’t fight it. We have all night,”
Hetty wants to tell her that isn’t true, this can’t go on all night, but she is distracted by the way your mouth is currently moving against her. Even her body knows that they have all the time in the world at the moment. This can last as long as they want it to.
“Please come for me,” The girl says and Hetty looks down at those big beautiful eyes. Hetty can only moan in response as a tongue runs up and down her sex again, and fingers tease a circle at her entrance.
Hetty was never one to follow someone else’s command, except in this moment. At this moment, she was not in control of herself. It was like her body had given itself over to the younger woman. Hetty releases into the awaiting mouth with a shout. Her hands come to grip the head between her legs to keep it in.
You moan into the woman as she continues to grind herself on your face. You hook your hands around the woman’s hips tighter.
place, and then soon she’s pushing the head away due to sensitivity. There was no way that Hetty could handle a third orgasm so quickly, her stamina was good but it wasn’t that good.
In fact she needed to conserve what was left so she could return the favor and more to vixen beneath her legs.
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In her bedroom, Hetty is prepping for bed. She has her clothes thrown in the hamper and has donned her favorite terry cloth robe. She goes into the bathroom to begin her nightly routine. Her mind slowly goes through her to do list, but stops when her mind wanders back to you. How you looked in her bedroom with a soaked bra. She remembered how she lavished that same skin with kisses and bites only weeks ago. Her mind continues to travel down memory lane, and all she can see are the images of you from that one night. Head thrown back in pleasure, fists gripping the sheets, and heels digging into the bed.
Hetty is gripping the bathroom countertop, her knuckles white. She wets her hands with the water that has been running and runs them across her heated neck.
That warm shower she was looking forward to may become a cold one if she can’t get a hold of herself. To this day, Hetty cannot seem to pinpoint what your allure is. There is no denying that you are beautiful, smart, and funny. But there seems to be more to you that Hetty cannot put her finger on, and it’s beginning to nag at her. She places her robe on the hook next to the shower and opens the folding door.
Once in the shower, Hetty’s imagination is assaulted once more. If she thought the fantasies before you were so close were bad, this is horrible. She had never lusted after someone like this before.
Hetty’s eyes flutter close as the spray of the water washes over her body, washing away the ache in her muscles.. She remembers the first shower she took after the little rendezvous, and how the water stung her back where you left claw marks with your nails. Hetty’s own hands begin to travel down her body. Mimicking the way you touched her before. Her hand travels between her legs, and she finds she is already wet and this wetness is not related to the shower.
Your eyes flutter close as Hetty’s fingers circle your clit in a circular pattern. Just when you think you might reach the peak of your pleasure, Hetty switches her pattern yet again.
“You are so lucky I don’t know your name otherwise…”
“Otherwise what?” Hetty asks adding a little bit more pressure.
She sees you bite your lip, and she doesn’t hide the smirk that overtakes her face.
“I got you right where I want you,” She says.
You can’t find the words to give a response, you’re too far gone now. Hetty watches you, as your jaw slackens and your eyes fight to stay open. She could tell you were close, but Hetty wouldn’t be satisfied until she had you dangling off the edge. Hetty pulls away her fingers, and you feel yourself clenching, around nothing. You watch as the woman adjusts her position so she lays between your legs. Her hands open your legs a little further, and her hands skate up your thighs.
“I’ve made such a mess, I would be amiss if I didn’t clean it up,” The woman says before lowering her face closer.
Hetty inhales and is intoxicated by your scent. Driven by a primal need, Hetty wastes no time diving between your legs pulling your clit into her mouth just the right amount of suction.
“Oh!” Is all you are able to get out.
Your body spasms and your muscles pull taut until they can be released. You gather the woman’s curly red hair in your hands to keep it out of the way and to also keep her place. She wasn’t going to keep edging you all night, at least not for long.
“You’re mouth is so good, Oh so good,” You moan out.
Still, while this was happening, Hetty's eyes never left yours. She kept her gaze intense, daring for you to look away. You couldn't look away even if you tried. The only thing your body knew how to do was breathe and continue to rock your hips against the devilish mouth between your thighs. You feel fingers begin to tease your entrance before a slim finger enters you with ease.
“Please,” You beg not even knowing what you’re asking for besides release.
“Is my vixen getting restless?” The woman asks as her finger curls inside of you, “I bet you must be aching for it,”
You nod.
The woman places one last kiss on your inner thigh, and you feel your muscles twitch. The woman moves up to you and places a kiss on your lips. You taste yourself and hint of her in the kiss. You groan into the woman’s mouth, and she inserts another finger.
“So tight,” The woman says as her fingers stretch you.
Hetty begins to feel you flutter around her fingers and takes her thumb to brush over your clit.
You arch your back the feeling causing your chests to touch. Your fingers leave her head and slide down her back, the skin slick with sweat.
“Let go,” You hear the older woman say, and you do as you're told.
You both gasp as you both feel yourself clench around her fingers. Your body trying to keep her fingers in place. A string of curse words leave your mouth before you sink back onto the bed absolutely spent. Your eyes are still closed, and you feel like you may never be able to open them again. You feel the woman pull out of you, and you peek your eyes open long enough to see her bring her fingers to lips before the digits disappear into her mouth. You hear the woman chuckle darkly, as she watches you try to make sense of the world again.
“Are you okay?” The woman asks once she pulls away from the kiss.
“Yes,” You say quietly trying to catch your breath, “You really wore me out,”
“Likewise, let’s go to sleep,” The woman says pulling the comforter over the two of you.
When Hetty awoke the next morning, she was surprised to find that you had already left. The only trace of your presence was a single red rose left in the space you slept in.
You arrive at the club, and you can’t help but feel nervous all over again. You are still reeling over the fact that you booked a job with no one other than Alberta Haynes with no audition. It seems too good to be true honestly, but you are not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Are you sure you want to be here?” You ask Trevor
“I’m the closest thing to a lawyer that you are going to get on short notice,” Trevor says confidently
“You work in finance though,” You say.
“We deal with contracts all time” Trevor replies.
You give Trevor a look.
“Okay we deal with contracts some times. Still don’t worry about it. I’ll run it over, and then I’ll head off to work myself,” Trevor says
You nod in agreement, thankful to have Trevor in your corner. Upon entering you hear voice calling your name.
“(Y/n), we’re right over here!” You hear and then you see Alberta waving you over.
You and Trevor make your way over to the table, and you see Alberta and another woman sitting at the table.
“(Y/n), this is Gus he handles all the contract and paperwork. He’s kind of like of HR person around here,” Alberta explains.
“Welcome aboard, (y/n)! We are very excited to have you. Alberta says you have pipes of an angel,” Gus says.
“Thank you! I am very happy to be apart of Alberta’s set. It seems like a dream come true,” You reply.
After the introductions, Trevor and Gus go over the contract. Once Trevor is sure that you aren’t signing your life away, he hands me the pen to sign the contract.
“Alright kid, I’ll see you when you get home,” He says turning to leave, “It was nice meeting you all,”
“Is that your…”Alberta says with a smirk.
“Oh gosh no! He’s just my friend. We met in college, but he’s a bit older than me. He was finishing his masters and I was just starting my bachelors,” You explain, “He’s letting me crash at his place until I can find something of my own.”
“Well that’s sweet, and it’s nice to not be tied down,” Alberta says, “I’d love to stick around but I have to go to the studio. Feel free to stay and have lunch, you can add it to my tab.”
“Thanks, Alberta, have fun,” You say as she leaves.
You head to the restaurant portion of the club and sit at the bar. After ordering you find yourself chatting it up with the waitstaff. They are all very friendly, and one of the waitresses even offers to send you food in between shows if you need it.
“If the food tastes like this, I may need to eat on stage too,” You laugh.
“I’m sure the chef would love to hear that,” The waitress says before going to serve a table.
The tinkle of your laugh hits her ears and she freezes.
“Of all places for that girl to be, she ends up here,” Hetty groans to herself.
Hetty quickly turns around to avoid being spotted. The glass in her hand is tight in her grasp as she tries to figure out a way to get out here without being noticed. How you had been mere feet away from her, and she didn’t notice you enter the room and throws her for an unexpected loop. Hetty’s thoughts are interrupted when her divorce lawyer calls her name on the phone.
“Look, we are going to have this call later. I can’t talk right now,” Hetty says ending the call without waiting for a response from the other person.
Hetty goes to turn back around and plan for her exit. At the time she turns around, she bumps into someone. In her haze, she did not see you get up to leave.
All of a sudden cold water is splashed all over you. You gasp at the sensation of the icy water meeting your skin. You look up and see Hetty’s glass upturned, and a shocked expression on her face as well. You are equally as shocked seeing Hetty, but that shock wears off and turns into anger.
“What is wrong with you?” You ask her before storming out. Hetty quickly leaves the glass on the bar before running after you.
Once outside of the club you wring the excess water from your shirt and shiver once you feel the chill of air against your damp skin.
“Y/n, wait!” You hear Hetty say as she meets you outside. She sounds a bit out of breath having rushed to get to you before you tried to leave completely.
“What you come to spill more water on me?” You say gesturing to your wet shirt
“That was an accident I promise,” Hetty says, but you don’t believe her. Hetty asks for the valet to bring her car around, and he disappears into the parking garage.
“What did I do to you? I left your penthouse, I left your husband alone, I left you alone. I am honoring every part of that stupid contract,”
“You’ve done nothing wrong. I promise you that I did not mean to do that to you. Please let me make it up to you,” Hetty says not even knowing how she would do such a thing.
“How?” You ask.
Hetty answers quickly,“Let me drive you home. I’d hate for you to get sick because you’re riding around some dingy cab with a wet shirt,”
“I drove, plus I’m sure that's not how sickness works,” You say fighting a shiver. The last thing you want to do is to prove her right.
“I know for fact that you didn’t drive,” Hetty says crossing her arms. Her fingers drum on her arms as she feels herself beginning to get impatient.
“Oh, so you’re still stalking me?” You say crossing your arms mimicking her.
“I never stalked you, and you know it,” Hetty says as her call pulls up to the curb.
The valet exits her car and hands the key back to Hetty. She moves to the passenger side of the car, and opens the door for you. Hetty could almost laugh at what she was doing. This may be the first time Hetty has ever opened a door for someone.
Hetty gestures for you to get into the car, but you don’t move. You stand in the same spot arms still crossed, and Hetty feels herself growing angrier by the second.
“Why is she making this so much harder than what it has to be?” Hetty thinks to herself.
“I’ll be fine, just go,” You say beginning to walk in the opposite direction. You knew that this was the wrong direction to get home, but you would do anything to leave the situation you were left in.
“Are you always this stubborn? Get in the damn car,” Hetty says a bit surprised by her own words.
The same moment the words leave Hetty’s lips, a downpour of rain begins. Now you really don’t have a choice. Walking home in this would be impossible and you didn’t want to bother calling Trevor for a ride home. You really don’t have any other options at the moment.
You enter the car, and Hetty closes the door behind you. After Hetty gets into the driver's side and buckles herself in she pulls off. It took you about five minutes into the car ride to you remember she has not asked for directions, but she is driving like you had given her an address.
“Hey, I thought you were taking me home,” You say noticing that she didn’t take the turn Trevor usually takes.
“You are shivering, and my place is closer. The last thing I need for you is to catch your death in my car,” Hetty says turning another corner.
“I wouldn’t catch my death if you didn’t throw your water on me,”
“For the last time, it was an accident. If I meant it, my aim would be impeccable,” Hetty says. You see her grip tighten on the steering wheel, and you can tell she is getting a bit irritated.
Instead of keeping up the fight, you sit in silence for the rest of the car ride. You turn the air vent so more of the air blows towards you. Hetty notices this and turns on the seat warmer without saying a word. You don’t offer a thank you.
Eventually, Hetty pulls into her house and into the garage. You freeze for a moment, and this time it’s not related to the cold shirt you’re wearing. The only thought on your mind is that Elias could be in there, and you haven’t seen him in so long.
“He’s not here,” Hetty says. It’s almost as if she read your mind.
Hetty unbuckles her seatbelt and exits the car saying, “There’s nothing to worry about.”
You nod but still try to shake the uneasy feeling you have. You unbuckle yourself and exit the car following Hetty into the house. You follow Hetty down hallways until you are standing in her bedroom. She leaves you standing in the middle of the room before disappearing into her walk-in closet.
She reappears, and hands you one of the softest sweaters you’ve ever felt in your life. You begin to take the shirt off, and then you notice her staring. You stop midway pulling the shirt back down on yourself.
“What?” Hetty asks waiting for you to start changing.
“Can you turn around? Or can I change in the bathroom?” You ask
“You're being shy now? You know I’ve seen you naked before,” Hetty says crossing her arms a bit amused. She ignores the flashbacks of that night that play in the back of her mind. Oh yes, she has seen plenty.
“Well that was BTC,” You say
“BTC?” Hetty asks, confused.
“Before the contract,” You reply.
“You’ve got to be kidding. Can we consider this sweater an olive branch?” Hetty asks hoping to pull all of this behind the two of you. If she was going to be seeing more you due to Alberta, the last thing she wanted was there to be animosity between the two of you.
“For the contract or the water?” You ask tilting your head.
“You are infuriating!” Hetty says almost throwing up her hands.
“Takes infuriating, to know infuriating,” You say.
You watch Hetty eye you up and down. The last time she did that you ended up being sore between the legs.
“You know I’d really like to get out of this wet shirt,” You say shifting on your feet.
Hetty rolls her eyes and turns around.
“Cover your eyes,” You say not trusting her completely.
“What are we in kindergarten?” Hetty asks
“Hetty!” You say really wanting her to cover her eyes.
“Fine!” Hetty slaps her hands over her eyes. It’s not like she was going to try and take any sneak peeks.
“Shit,” Hetty hears you mumble.
“What did you do?” Hetty asks a bit concerned you’ve hurt yourself.
“Nothing, My bra is just wet as well, I didn’t realize I was this soaked,” You say.
You quickly catch on to your words and try to correct yourself, “ My bra….my bra, I didn’t realize my bra was this soaked I mean, not me, I mean I was soaked but -”
“Stop, before you wear yourself out,” Hetty says a bit exasperated herself, “I know what you meant. Just take it off, and we’ll through it in the dryer.”
“Huh?” You say not believing your ears heard what they did.
“Oh God, we’re playing this game again. Take the bra off and I will put it in the dryer,” Hetty says turning around to face you.
She sees you topless, and your sheer bra is indeed soaked. Hetty could make out the outline of your breasts very clearly considering the fabric of your bra is now see-through. She sees your nipples poking through no doubt because of the temperature, and Hetty quickly licks her lips. She was going to say something, but she completely lost her train of thought.
“Hey, you turned around!” You say covering yourself with your arms.
“I’m sorry, I got distracted. Not by you, you were just taking so long I mean-,” Flustered, Hetty quickly turns around. She can’t believe that she got caught ogling you.
“Ha,” You interject, “Who’s going to wear themselves out now?”
You slip your bra off and toss it on the floor momentarily while you finish putting on the sweater Hetty gave you. You bend to pick up your bra and shirt.
“Alright, you can turn around now,” You say once you’re back in an upright position.
“Oh goody,” Hetty says in her usual sarcastic tone.
Hetty turns around and takes in the sight of you in her sweater. For the first time, Hetty understands why men love seeing their partners in their clothing. The possessive feeling she had weeks ago begins to creep up on Hetty like a shadow. She clears her throat and clears her thoughts. That is not going to happen again. It could never happen again.
“That ship is long sailed, long gone,” Hetty tells herself.
“Lena!” Hetty calls out on the house intercom.
A woman comes rushing in, she’s a bit shorter than Hetty. She’s dressed in plain clothing. You can tell she’s a bit older than Hetty. The lines on her face show years of joy from all the smiling and laughing she did in her youth. Strong grey streaks line her hair leaving some room for her original brown hair color to peek through. A natural beauty is what your mom would say if she saw her.
“Can you throw these in the dryer for Ms. (y/l/n)” Hetty says taking the clothes from you and handing them to Lena.
“Of course Mrs.Woodstone. Would you like me to prepare a dinner plate for her as well?”
Before you can deny that you’re not hungry, your stomach rumbles speaking for you.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Lena says quickly.
Before you can tell Lena not to trouble herself, Lena has already the room with your wet clothing in hand.
“Great,” You mumble to yourself.
“I promise I don’t bite. I would enjoy having you over for dinner actually,” Hetty says softly. She is not sure why she is nervous about having you around, but she won’t deny that your company would be enjoyed. It would be better than eating alone for the umpteenth night in a row.
“Pfft, you don’t have to lie to me. I’ve already forgiven you for the water mishap,” You say rolling your eyes.
You see, for a brief moment, a reflection of hurt in Hetty’s eyes. Yours are now filled with confusion. Why would Hetty want you here longer than what you had to be anyway? You quickly try to cover your blunder.
“I just don’t want things to get awkward if Elias were to show up,” You say knowing that was not the entire truth, but you were half worried he would show up.
“He’s away on business for the next two weeks. There will be no awkwardness besides whatever is felt between you and I,” Hetty replies.
“Well, I’m glad you feel the awkwardness too,” You say.
Hetty snorts at the comment. Something you thought you would never see someone like her do.
“Let’s go eat, I know Lena is practically done with preparations,” Hetty says guiding you by placing a hand on the small of your back. On your walk to the dining room, Hetty talks about the pieces of art she’s collected over the years. Though you weren’t a huge art fan yourself, you do find yourself being a fan of the way Hetty talks about in her collections.
“Tell me about yourself?” Hetty says before lifting her fork to her mouth.
You stall for a bit before asking, “What is it that you want to know?”
Hetty swallows, “Whatever it is you want to tell me.”
Your fork feels heavy in your hand, as you debate what to say. You debate whether you should say anything at all and just change the subject from you to something else.
“I can hear you thinking,” Hetty says.
“What do you want to know besides what the private investigator told you?” You ask.
Hetty grabs her glass of wine and takes a sip. She savors the flavor before she speaks up again, “I know your age. I know your hometown and your parents. I know your parents are divorced, and your father remarried. From that marriage, you have a ten-year-old sister. Your mother didn’t remarry, but she does run a very successful bakery. You worked there in the summers when you came home from school,”
“Well after that, I’m not sure you need more information from me,” You say sticking your fork in your salad and bringing the fork to your mouth.
“There’s nothing more going on in your life?” Hetty asks.
“Are you trying to be my friend?” You ask
“I’m trying to fight through the awkwardness of this dinner. It would help if you would participate,” Hetty says.
You realize she is right, you did agree to stay for dinner. No one held a gun to you and said you had to stay.
“Currently I’m apartment hunting. I’m staying with a friend right now, until I find something,”
“Where are you looking? I could reach out to-”
“I appreciate the offer, but I should look for myself really. I got to learn to do things myself,”
“A little help never hurt anyone,” Hetty says.
“Why do you want to help me?” Is the question that almost leaves your lips, but you do not want to cause an argument.
Before you can answer, Lena reenters with dessert.
“You did not have to go through more trouble of making dessert, Lena,” Hetty says.
“Nonsense, you have a guest,” Lena says placing the dessert on the table.
“I’ll be leaving now, I’ll return in the morning,” Lena says to Hetty and then she turns to me, “Your clothes are sitting on Mrs. Woodstone's bed,”
“Thank you Lena for everything. Dinner and dessert were fantastic,” You say, and you weren’t exaggerating. This was one of the best-homecooked meals you’ve had since you left your hometown.
“Well, I hope you will be around more often to enjoy some more of my cooking. I tell Mrs.Woodstone that she should have friends over more often,”
“Alright Lena off you go, I’ll see you in the morning,” Hetty says a blush of embarrassment on her cheeks.
“We should probably get you home,” Hetty says.
“Yeah,” I say before pulling out my phone. I see have a missed call and a couple of texts from Trevor.
Trevor: I’m going out tonight, if you are already home don’t wait up!
Trevor: I met this smoking hot chick, and we’re going back to the apartment. I would find another place to crash for the night if I were you. ;) T-Money
You roll your eyes, but you appreciate that Trevor is kind enough to give you a warning instead of letting you endure whatever it is I would be hearing.
“Actually, I’ll catch a cab to a hotel,” You say after reading the text, “So I’ll just wait outside.”
“I thought you had an apartment with a friend,” Hetty says her keys jingling in her hand.
“Yeah I do, but my friend is having…company over, and for the sake of my ears and sanity I would rather not hear them tonight,”
“I see…well you could stay here. I have plenty of rooms,” Hetty offers.
“I would hate to impose,” You say.
“Nonsense. I’ll show you to the guest room,” Hetty replies not leaving room for argument.
Hetty leads you to the guest room and tells you that she will be back momentarily with a set of pajamas for you. You look around the room taking in the beauty of the room. The queen-sized bed that sits in the middle of the room is covered in a black velvet duvet with gold trim. The carpet is soft under your feet, so soft you could sleep on it if you wanted to. You run your hands against the duvet and sigh to yourself. You can’t believe what is going on.
No one is ever friends with their husband's former mistress. All of that nonsense is for the cheesy movies that you and your friends from back home would watch during sleepovers. You begin to wonder if Hetty has a different motive, but you can’t figure out what it would be. You have nothing that she could want. If anything, it should be you trying to buddy up to her. Hetty is a mystery. She has been since the day you met her. You could never tell what she was going to say, what she was going to do, or what she was thinking. Instead of staying you away though, you allowed yourself to get tangled in her web. A part of you maybe enjoyed the excitement, but the other parts of you were flashing with warning signs. There was nothing good that could come of this.
Upon Hetty’s return, you decide to put the questions in your mind to rest by finally asking them.
“What are we doing?” You ask.
“I beg your pardon,” Hetty says.
“I’m trying to loop my head around the mental gymnastics that has become my life at the moment. A few weeks ago you screw me, then you wanted nothing to do with me because you thought I was screwing your husband, and now you’re inviting me into your home for dinner and to stay the night. What is this? Because the only adjective I can think of is ‘weird’,” You explain.
Hetty almost speaks, but she pauses. She isn’t sure what she is trying to do herself. Once she finally finds her words, she steps a little closer to you.
“This is me being nice, which is something I do not often do, I’ll admit. I’ll also admit that I do enjoy having you around despite your infuriating nature,” Hetty says, “ I believe that maybe we could be friends. Or atleast amicable as it seems that we may be seeing more of each other since you and Alberta will be working together.”
“This gig wasn’t of your doing was it?” You ask now thinking that she is trying to pull a stunt.
“What? No. I promise, Alberta discovered you all on her own. I wasn’t even there the night she found you, and I had not even told her of your existence prior to that. I promise you, I am not trying to have the upperhand in this. I am really only wanting to be friendly. Nothing more. Nothing less. Now are there any other questions?”
You ponder for a moment, but you shake your head.
“I guess I’m satisfied for now,” You say not thinking of any more questions to ask.
“Well I’ve been known to do so,” Hetty says before you can react to her words she continues, “Anything you may need will be in the bathroom, if not just come find me.”
You can’t believe that you are entertaining the thought of being friends with the wife of the man you were seeing. This is wrong. You know it’s wrong, but a piece of you just feels like it’s right. Like maybe this friendship thing could work, or atleast until you made your own big break.
“How do I end up in these situations,” You ask yourself.
You undress and put on the pajamas that Hetty gave you on. It was nothing fancy, just a simple, silk, black chemise. You don’t bother to pick up the clothes from the floor. You crawl into bed and try to find some kind of comfortable position. Once you do, you sigh in relief and wait for sleep to overtake you. Except it doesn’t.
Instead, your mind wanders to Hetty. Her voice. Her hands. Her everything.
“God this can’t be happening,” You think to yourself. You bury your face in a pillow. You could almost scream in frustration. The last thing you need is to develop a crush on someone who is more than unavailable.
A/N: Sorry for the late updates. I got a new job, and it takes up my weekdays leaving me the weekends to rest and write. You know I did not think this would end this way when I first started. I hope you all have enjoyed the story thus far. There may be an epilogue coming soon. Someone also suggested that I could write this from Hetty's point of view, and that doesn't sound like a bad idea.
warnings: fem!reader, Hetty x Reader
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“I’ll give you two time to talk, but I want an answer soon,” Death says before disappearing
Hetty nods solemnly to herself, thinking about what she was told. She looks at me, a look in her eyes that I cannot place.
“I want you to be happy, truly,” Hetty says.
“Hetty, please-” She places a finger over my lips shushing me before brushing her thumb across my lips. Her hand cups my cheek, and I place my hand on top of hers.
“You can be with your parents, it’s okay. You’d have peace, the night terrors would stop. You deserve to be happy without loss, my love,”
“But I am happy with you!” I say teary eyed.
“If we are meant to be we’ll find each other again.” Hetty begins to cry, “I know what it’s like to not have your parents around. Especially not growing up with a mother. If you have that chance, I’d give it to you without a shadow of a doubt. I want you to have every good thing in the world. You have been running from what happened for years, and I have come to believe that you are using us to help you not face your problems. I know it’s not malicious, but I cannot watch you lose yourself to us. I’m telling you ”
“You’re leaving me?” I ask.
Hetty sighs. Of course, that’s the only thing you heard from her speech. Hetty grabs your shoulders and waits for you to look her in the eyes.
“I can’t offer you anything in our world,” Hetty says, “This relationship would go nowhere. Literally.”
“Hetty you came all of this way to get me only to try and leave me?” I say.
“If it means giving you something better then yes, I will let you go. If I let you go, I can give you more. Does it hurt? Yes, and it’s taking every fiber of my being to not be selfish and keep you all to myself,”
“I do not want for anything, Hetty,” I beg, “Only you. Please don’t let me go.”
“I will not allow you to wait idly while your life passes you by. Do more than I could, live your life beyond Woodstone. I’ll be okay…we’ll be okay,” Hetty kisses me chastely, “You’ll be okay.”
“Hetty please do not make me choose. I don’t…I can’t” My face is wet and warm with tears. My fingers clutch the fabric of her dress fearing that if I let go then this will all be over.
“It’s okay,” Hetty says wrapping me in an embrace.
“I thought you loved me,” I sob.
“I do love, so much if I were alive it would kill me. You have made quiet the impression,” Hetty says wiping away her own tears.
Hetty couldn’t bring herself to say that she knows what you’re night terrors are about. How in your sleep you still call out for your mother. How you’ll mumble about your dad sometimes in the wee hours of the morning. She would never tell you that one night she asked Sass to enter your dreams, and she’ll never forget the empty expression that was on his face when he relayed what he saw.
Hetty couldn’t allow you to live like that any longer. Sure she would go back to life as it was before you. She’ll miss having her arms wrapped around someone. She would miss having someone who understood the multiple complex layers of her personality. She’ll miss watching you interact with everyone and hearing your infectious laugh. She’ll miss catching the hijinks that you and Trevor would cook up. Hetty hates that it took losing you to realize how much joy and life you brought to Woodstone. Something that wasn’t there even when Hetty was alive.
Hetty knew that if she were to allow you to come back with her, you would never leave. You’d never grow into the person that you are destined to be. Stifling your growth would be worse than breaking your heart. At least in Hetty’s eyes, it would be. As selfish as Hetty wants to be, she has to let you go. At least this way it doesn’t cause either of you pain you would remember.
“Hetty?” I ask, “Hetty, what happened that day when I crossed the boundary?”
Hetty’s mind flashes back to that day. Her stomach is twisted in knot as she replays the image of you layed on the floor being worked on my paramedics. The feeling of losing you so intense it makes her spin even now. Hetty takes a shuddering breath before she finds the words to speak.
“It was a very painful ordeal to watch. It all happened so fast. I woke up to noise downstairs, and I saw you being carried in. You stopped breathing,” Hetty stops her voice too shaky to continue.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to continue,” I say taking her hand.
“What did it feel like for you?” Hetty asks.
“I didn’t feel a lot really. Apparently, the reason I felt so crappy before is because my soul, or what was left of it, was trying to attach to Woodstone. Since the other part was here, when I crossed the boundary I cam here. This is the place where-”
“Where the girl pushed you. Riley told me after I had asked,” Hetty says, “It’s okay you don’t have to talk about it,” Hetty says.
She pauses for a moment, and then continues,“So this was inevitable, you would have had to cross the boundary at some point.”
“Yeah I guess so,” I respond.
“And I’m at the hospital now?” I ask already knowing the answer. I just want the confirmation that I’m still alive.
“In a coma,” Hetty nods, “I only found you because we did a reverse seance,”
“A reverse seance?” I ask.
“The ghosts sent me to you instead of asking you to come back. We were afraid that if your soul came back to Woodstone it would be trapped as a soul forever. This whole ghost thing can be very tricky,” Hetty laughs before her lips go back to being pressed in a fine line.
At some point we find ourselves sitting, and I watch as Hetty draws mindless shapes in the sand.
“I can’t remember the last time I played with sand,” Hetty says a bit amused by her own actions.
I watch her a little longer before speaking up again.
“You’re not going to let me come back with you, are you? I ask looking at her.
“You are a woman who can make her own decisions, but I would advise against it,” Hetty says not looking up from the drawings.
I don’t respond. My mind wanders to the possibilities that lay infront of me. I lean against Hetty and she wraps her arm around me.
“If you could leave Woodstone, what would you do? What would you be?” I ask.
Hetty's smiles at the question, her eyes staring out into the distance as she ponders her answer.
Hetty laughs softly before saying, “Here’s something I haven’t told you. I used to design dresses. I never made them, but with drawing skills, I could sketch some of the best designs. I had a few of them made, and I wore them. It felt nice to have original works that no one else could get their grubby little hands on,”
I laugh at the last comment.
“I think you would be a great designer,” I say.
—--
“When did you first know you liked me?” I ask.
“I’ve always liked you,” Hetty says smiling.
“I mean romantically,” I say nudging her, and Hetty laughs.
“Well, I remember seeing you for the first time. That was the first time I think my heart skipped a beat without it being cocaine-related,” Hetty says, “I think I knew I liked you when we would go on our walks together or when we would have our moments alone. I looked forward to those moments more than I would have cared to admit in the past. I knew I was in love with you the night we danced. When I had you in my arms…I think about that moment all the time. Especially since that is when we first kissed. I knew from that moment that I was head over heels in love with you.”
“When did you know you liked me? Hetty asks me this time.
“I’ve always liked you,” I reply grinning.
“Using my words against me I see,” Hetty smirks.
“I knew I liked you the moment I laid eyes on you. I fell for you literally, and you caught me. I saw our forever in your eyes,” I lean in closer to her laying my head on her shoulder.
“You are rather clumsy,” She says matter of factly leaning into me.
“Hey!” I say in self defense, and we both laugh. The laughing dies down and gives way to silence. The sound of the water and wind rustling the leaves the only things making noise.
“What are you going to choose?” Hetty asks looking at me this time.
“I’m not sure,” I reply softly, “Hetty I don’t want to lose you.”
Tears begin to fall down my face, and I bite my lip to keep from sobbing.
“You won’t lose me. I promise you won’t lose me. No matter what memories may be lost, we’ll still have each other someway,” Hetty says wiping the tear from my face, “My love is so strong for you. Though you won’t remember me, and I won’t remember you my love will always be there. I can feel it.”
Hetty has to fight back tears herself, “I’ll be the sun that kisses warmth on your skin, I’ll be the clearest day when the rain is done. Not even a shake of an earthquake could break my love. That’s how strong my…our love is. We’ll find a way to each other again. In some other lifetime, we’ll be together. I know it,”
Hetty leans in, and I do the same. Our lips meet in a kiss. This kiss is different. It is uplifting and heartbreaking at the same time. Filled with sweet memories and regrets. We pour ourselves into kiss grasping for just a bit more of each other before the inevitable happens. We hold on to the other almost afraid to let the other one go. I break away from the kiss and look at Hetty.
“I love you,” I say
“I love you too,” Hetty says
—----
In some other life - June 2025
We walk inside the shop, the bell above the door sounding above us. We are greeted warmly by the staff, and given complimentary glasses of champagne. Movement at the top of the stairs brings our attention in that direction. A striking pair of blue eyes meet mine. I feel as if the air has been sucked out of the room, and my heart skips a beat. I take in the woman’s appearance.
Curly red hair, piled into a messy bun with a pencil sticking out from it. They are dressed in black slacks and a dark teal top. A string of pearls around her neck. A tape measure hanging carefully from her fingers.
There is something familiar about her, but I can’t place it. I hate that feeling when you think you’ve seen someone before, but you know you haven’t. I’m brought from thoughts as the woman descends the final step and walks over to us.
“Welcome to House of Woodstone, I am the Lady of the House, Henrietta, but you can call me Hetty.”
Nadine and Riley both introduce themselves taking her hand in greeting.
Hetty gets to me, and my heart flutters again.
“You must be, (y/n),”
I’ve gone mute, and I can only nod. I’ve never been rendered speechless by such beauty before. She outstretches her hand, and I take it in greeting.
“Her skin is so soft, and she smells of bergamot, my favorite,” I think to myself
“Well (y/n), we must get you fitted for your dress,” Hetty says placing a hand on the small of my back to lead me into the dressing room. I try to fight the blush that threatens to overtake my cheeks at the gesture.
The blushing gets harder to fight when her hands work on the dress. I feel like I may die just by her being this close to me. I feel the warmth of her hands as she smooths over parts of the dress.
“We’re going to get some more champagne, we are all out,” Nadine says taking Riley with her. Hetty and I acknowledge their departure before Hetty goes back to working on the dress.
“Why don’t you try walking in it for me,” Hetty says.
I nob taking some of the dress in my hand to have room for my feet. Ofcourse in my clumsy nature I trip trying to come down from the raised platform. Before I hit the floor, I’m wrapped in a pair of strong arms.
“Clumsy?” Hetty says.
“Awfully so,” I reply as he helps me into an upright position. Her hands rest on my hips, and I steady myself, resting a hand on her arm.
“We’re back! We got the whole bottle this time,” Nadine announces.
Hetty and I move from each other quickly as if we had been scalded by the other’s touch. Hetty clears her throat and gestures for me to walk.
“Well seeing you don’t have trouble walking in the dress, I think the final alterations will be quite simple,”
“Did she ask about the bust?” Nadine says sitting on the couch.
“The bust?” Hetty asks, quirking an eyebrow up.
“Don’t listen to her,” I say quickly.
“No please do. She is a little shy, but we both think,” Nadine gestures between herself and Riley, “That she has a killer rack and it should be displayed but you know tastefully. Is there a way to help accentuate that,”
“Please forgive her she’s had too much champagne I think” I apologize.
Hetty turns to me a look a mischief in her eyes before turning to Nadine, “Yes, I think I can do that. Especially if we-”
I nearly choke on my spit when I feel Hetty’s hands on my under bust. She does some more adjusting, and I am practically squirming. I exhale sharply when her hands come to adjust my chest a bit.
“Are you comfortable with this?” Hetty asks a faint look of concern in her eyes.
“No, no I’m fine. It’s just uh I’m not used to dress fittings. I’m just a little flustered, but I’m fine. Keep going,” I say and then I realize my words, “ I mean-”
“I know what you mean,” That mischievous gleam is back in her eyes.
Once she finishes we all look in the mirror.
“How’s this?” Hetty asks.
“It’s perfect! The cleavage is impeccable. My mouth is watering already,” Nadine laughs
I groan to myself. This is the last time I allow Nadine to come with dress shopping.
“Well, I would hate for a killer rack to go to waste,” Hetty says her hand lingers a bit on the exposed skin of my shoulder. She winks at me in the mirror, and I feel weak-kneed again. I take the glass of champagne from the table next to me, and I down it one go. I’m a goner.
I look to Riley and Nadine, and the two of them are walking amongst themselves. I don’t they’ve noticed anything, especially the flirting.
“I’ll have the dress ready for you by tomorrow,” Hetty whispers to me before leaving the room. I can’t help but watch her walk away, and I do not fight staring at the extra swing in her hips as she leaves.
—--
The Ball - Still June 2025
The night of the ball is more exhausting than I thought. Meeting and talking to people I really do not have much interest in. The only person I can think of right now is Hetty, and her eyes. The feel of her hands and the sound of her voice.
I press my drink to my chest, hoping the chill of the glass will help fight the warmth I feel.
“The dress looks like it was made for you,” A voice says from behind.
I turn around to thank the person, and to my surprise it’s Hetty.
“Hi, Henrietta, sorry I mean Hetty,” My cheeks flush, and I kick myself for stumbling over my words.
“It’s okay…” She pauses,” I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I quite like the way you say my full name,”
“I’ll admit. I also like the way you say mine,” I add,” I love the dress too.”
“I’m glad you do,” She smiles and I do the same, “ I never thought I would make a dress for an heiress,”
“Aren’t you one?”
“You’ve done your research,” She says a bit impressed, “It’s different when it’s a new silhouette.”
We stand in silence watching the room and the people in it. I rack my brain to find something…anything to say. I’ve never been rendered speechless by someone before, and it is awfully frustrating.
“So…” Hetty says breaking the silence.
“So…” I repeat trying to find something to say to fight the awkwardness in the air. I could facepalm myself for how dumb I must sound.
“Where is your girlfriend?” Hetty asks before taking a sip from her wine glass.
“Girlfriend?” I ask. I look at her and I notice her cheeks turn pink.
“The woman you came to the dress shop with,” She says casually
“Nadine?” I ask.
She nods.
“Oh no, she’s not my girlfriend just a friend that is a girl. She is very flirty with and without alcohol,” I clarify.
Hetty tries not to react strongly to the news that you may be single after all. She schools her features and prepares herself for the next question.
“My apologies, I assumed that since she called looking for a dress for you that you two were together,” Hetty clears her throat before continuing, “And the boy? Is he a friend that happens to be a boy?”
“Yes, in fact he is,” I reply with a small smile.
Hetty gives an internal utterance of gratitude. Again silence overtakes the both of you, but neither of seem to mind in this moment. You both enjoy each other’s company even if words aren’t being exchanged.
Hetty can’t describe the feeling she has just by standing next to you. She tries hard not stare, and keeps her eyes trained on the others in the room.
The orchestra begins to play, and I immediately recognize the tune. Lana Del Rey’s rendition of Once Upon A Dream.
“I must be feeling very bold tonight, but would you like to dance?” Hetty asks extending her hand for me to take. A feeling of nervousness overtakes Hetty as she realizes that you could say no. That she could have been overstepping a bit.
I look at the outstretched hand.
“Yes, I would. I have to tell you that I am not well versed in the art,” I reply
“It’s okay, I’ll lead,” Hetty says
I try to fight the butterflies in my stomach that flutter when Hetty places my hand on her waist and then places her hand on my waist. Her other hand skates down my forearm, and I gasp softly at the sensation. Her other hand slips into mine easily, and we begin to waltz with the rest of the crowd. We move around the room as if we are the only ones here.
The air feels heavy, and the tension around us could be cut with a knife.
“I have been trying to recall where I know you from. You seem awfully familiar,” Hetty says
“As do you,” I say, “I have never felt a strong connection with someone I’ve just met before. ” I say.
She smiles, “Neither have I.”
As we dance we prattle places we could have seen each other, but nothing rings a bell for the other.
“Are you single?” I ask.
Hetty smirks at the question. Her tongue darting out to quickly dance across her lips. My breath hitches at the sight. I breathe sharply through my nose, and I tear my eyes away from her lips.
“I am,” Hetty says matter-of-factly.
She looks me in the eye, and I am thankfully she has a decent grip on me otherwise I’m sure my clumsy feet would have the best of me again. She pulls me in closer closing in any of the remaining gap between us. I’m not sure who’s heart could be the one hammering.
Her eyes look to my lips, back to my eyes, and then my lips again.
“May I be bold once more?” Hetty asks.
“Please,” I reply.
Her lips meet mine, and it feels like my soul has finally found its missing piece. The cliches about the feelings of true love’s kiss finally make sense. My world finally makes sense. To anyone else, we would look like a couple instead of two practically strangers.
The kiss breaks, we are in public after all.
“I apologize, I have never been so forward before,” Hetty says
“No it’s okay. I wish I would have been as forward,” I say hoping she doesn’t leave.
“Are you sure we haven’t met before?” Hetty asks again.
“Maybe in some other life,” I say.
Hetty smiles, kissing my lips again before continuing to lead the dance. I hum the lyrics and laugh to myself at the irony and slight accuracy of the lyrics.
But if I know you, I know what you’ll do
You’ll love me at once
The way you did once upon a dream
-Fin-
A/N: Ah the final installment! I should probably get to work on the other stories huh?
A/N: I'm not dead! Just overworked and underpaid lol. Anyway, this update took me a bit longer than I thought because I have rewritten the ending a total of 3 times. Honestly, this may be going under some heavy revision, but I'll keep it. Count all my mistakes for me lol.
warnings: fem!reader, Hetty X Reader, mentions of death
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“What a twist! See that wasn’t so hard to admit was it?” Lydia says in a mocking tone.
I give Lydia a pointed look.
“Alright, now let’s unpack the rest, sassy pants,” Lydia says.
“I was eavesdropping on my parents. I didn’t mean to I just couldn’t find out a way to move without being noticed. They were arguing about me and my friendship with Arabella and how our friendship was going to bring nothing but trouble,”
Once more a bright light overwhelms my eyes, and I am back to my childhood standing in my parent’s study as they argue quietly.
—--------
“They were bound to be friends, they share more than just a neighborhood,” My mother says.
Don’t you think I know that? But what happens if they are found out? Dale’s entire fortune would be wiped clean. They wouldn’t have a pot to piss in,” My father says.
“I told you 15 years ago that this was going to end poorly,” My mother responds.
“I was helping a friend! If they did not have an heir to their fortune, he was going to be cut out of the will, and they needed the money,” My father hisses.
“I know that! I said I was okay with that, but the other end of that deal was that they were supposed to move to avoid this happening,” My mother shoots back.
“So what do you want me to do? Break up their friendship of fifteen years? Think of our daughter,”
“I am thinking of my daughter! Now imagine how she would feel if she were to find out that her best friend is actually her sister. Imagine the public scrutiny that would cause on every family involved. We lied to make sure that it looked like the child was his. We did some very sketchy things, and if that was found out-”
“I know this!” My father shouts in a whisper.
—-------
I’m brought back to the beach, and Lydia is looking at me with expectant eyes.
“I kept quiet to prevent the scandal my parents wanted to avoid so much. So what? There isn’t any resolving needed there,” I tell Lydia.
“Doesn’t that feel good getting that off of your chest?” Lydia says
I narrow my eyes at her, “How is me talking about the past going to help me get back home?”
“Have you ever wondered how one event changed the trajectory of your life,”
“Sometimes when I’m in a 3 am spiral in the comfort of MY HOME,” I emphasize.
“Would you change it?” Lydia asks
“Change what?” I ask.
“Your past? If you could change your past and give yourself a new future would you?” Lydia repeats her statement once more.
I don’t have time to answer before the light returns.
—-----
When the light fades, and my eyes adjust I find myself in a neighborhood. I’m dressed in my college sweatshirt and rolled jeans with my favorite pair of white sneakers. I look around taking in my surroundings, and I can’t help but notice it resembles the neighborhhod I grew up in.
“Because this is the neighborhood you grew up in. Now go inside,” Lydia says and then she disappears.
I turn the knob to the front door, and it opens. The familiar scent of home hits my nostrils bringing back memories, that were so long forgotten. It feels so different but it’s exactly how I left it. I haven’t been back since after my parent's funeral. I’m sure the place is collecting dust. Tears spring to my eyes, and I quickly wipe them away when I hear footsteps approaching.
“Oh look you’re home!” My mom says. Her hands are covered in flour. She must have been cooking.
“I am home…why are you here- I mean home…now…at this particular time?” I quickly try to cover my words.
Mom tilts her head, her eyebrows knitting in confusion.
“I’m always here at this time,” She says
I pull out my phone and check the time. She is usually home at this, so nothing odd there is nothing odd about that. I nearly drop the phone when I see the year 2024 staring back at me.
She wipes her hand on her apron coming to play a hand on my forehead to see if I have a temperature.
“Are you okay sweetie? You look a bit worn,” She says.
“I um…I got go and lie down,” I say racing to my room.
I nearly knock the door off its hinges when I open it and accidentally slam it shut.
“Holy fucking shit. Holy shit! What this can’t be happening. What is happening,” I ask myself out loud.
I begin pacing in my bedroom floor, trying to figure out what was going on. I pinch myself, and I discover that I am in fact not dreaming. A knocking on my door brings me from my thoughts.
“Sweetie, are you okay in there? Your mom says you're acting weirdly,”
“You’re here too?” I say a little louder than expected.
“Well, I do live here. Are you sure you’re okay? Is something going on?”
I quickly move to hold the door closed, “No just a little uh headache is all nothing to be worried about!”
“Alright, well if you say so,” Dad says. I slump against the door.
“This is happening. I’m home!” I think to myself.
I go through my room looking for photo albums, and I find them on the lower part of a bookshelf. I grabbed the one starting in 2018, the year my parents died. I open the book and I see it’s flooded with pictures of me with my parents. A couple of pictures of Nadine and Riley are sprinkled in too. I lay that book to the side, and grab the following year’s photobook. One followed right after the other until I was caught up.
After hours of going through my room, I hear my mom call my name telling me it’s time for dinner. I get become nervous. I haven’t had dinner with my parents in years, what if they ask about what’s been going on in life? What do I tell them?
Instead of creating more suspicion, I go downstairs to meet my parents in the dining room.
“Are you feeling better?” Dad asks.
“Much thank you,” I reply.
“That is good to hear, I was worried all my cooking would have gone to waste,” My mom sitting down in the chair next to me.
I take a moment to look at my parents. They haven’t changed much besides the signs of age. A couple of grey streaks in my Mom’s hair, and my Dad’s hair has gone full grey instead of it’s usual salt-and-pepper look.
“You seem to be in deep thought,” Dad says scooping some salad onto his plate.
“Just really happy to be home right now,” I say.
Mom grabs my hand and squeezes it. I move closer to embrace her in a hug. I don’t fight the tears that fall.
—-------
End of January
Hetty has been up for hours scouring her brain for hours for an idea on how to bring her love back home.
“What about a seance?” Hetty asks.
“But she’s not dead…technically,” Trevor points out.
“A reverse seance we could try that. Send me to her, and I can find a way to guide her back.”
“Hetty if that were to work that would be dangerous. You could end up trapped yourself,”
“That is a risk I am willing to take,” Hetty says not budging.
“Hetty what if it doesn’t work?” Alberta asks a bit concerned.
Now Hetty was getting annoyed, “Am I supposed to sit here and twiddle my thumbs like some fool?”
Everyone sits in silence for a moment contemplating what Hetty has said.
Isaac finally speaks up, “Hetty we cannot risk losing you both, we won’t send you,”
Hetty storms off, returning to your room, and lays on the bed you two once shared. She wishes the bed still shared your scent, but time has caused it to fade. Her chest aches, and all she does now is sit and wait for your return. She learns your condition doesn’t worsen, but it doesn’t turn for better either. Yesterday she searched the ground fearing that when you hit the ghost boundary you had somehow gotten stuck somewhere. It took Thor having to carry her back to the house for Hetty realize she had been searching from sun-up till sundown. Her feet ached once Thor had set her down on the couch and begged Hetty not to do that again. Instead, he would search for her, and Pete was more than happy to go along. Hetty was hopeful once they said it and prayed that even a hint of your presence was found. When they returned empty-handed, Hetty didn’t leave your room for two days.
Hetty had never experienced this kind of grief before. Grieving for a lover is something that Hetty was not familiar with. She was heartbroken when she and her painter had to call things off, she practically rejoiced when she found Elias had no happy ending, but now she is in despair. Her days seem bleak without you in the home.
She feels as if she is in one of those tragic novels she used to read, never to escape. Doomed to rot.
She tries to keep up with the ghosts, but she cannot shake the feeling of you. She knows that you are out there, it’s like you are tugging on her heart pulling her in your direction. Hetty just cannot figure out which way to start. Hetty turns to her side and tries to sleep.
—-
In the living room, the rest of the ghosts continue to ponder Hetty’s request.
“What if she’s right? What if she can bring her back?” Pete asks.
“What if she’s wrong, and Hetty gets stuck in who knows where?” Isaac points out.
“How do we know that she is in there?” Flower asks
“We don’t but how will we know if we don’t try,” Pete replies.
“Haven’t we lost enough? What happens if Hetty gets stuck over wherever it is we might send her” Alberta says.
“We can ponder these questions all night long, but it won’t change anything. I’m afraid that Hetty may even try to do it herself,” Trevor says, “Once she puts her mind to something she won’t stop until she gets it.”
Still having not reached a consensus, the ghosts stand around each other. Just as puzzled as before.
—-----
I went to sleep in my own bed, and I awake back on the beach dressed in the nightgown I had gone to bed in. I can’t shake the feeling of disappointment I feel. Now that I’m back without my parents, it’s like I’m grieving them all over again. Lydia’s questions weigh heavy on my mind. If I had the option to choose that future, would I take it?
I shake the thought from my head. No. I need to get back to Woodstone. Back to my friends. Back to Hetty.
“So you are the half-ling everyone has been talking about,” A voice says.
I turn in the direction of the voice and see a dark figure. I don’t even have to guess who they might be, “So I’ve been told. You must be Death.”
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Death says holding out a hand. I look at it, but I do not take it.
“You are upset,” Death says putting their hand back at their side.
“Do not patronize me,” I grumble.
“I would do no such thing,” Death says.
“Yet here you are,” Your eyes don’t leave them watching for any sudden movements.
“I am sure Lydia explained to you that you had a decision to make,” Death says
“She did and then she disappeared. How convenient,” I yell hoping Lydia could hear me wherever she went.
“Oh, you are a spitfire. Just like that Hetty of yours,” Death says.
My head whips around at the sound of her name.
“Oh, that struck a nerve didn’t it?” Death teases.
“I swear if you,” I say my jaw is clenched and my hands balled into fists.
“If I what? She’s dead, what could I possibly do to her? Take it down a notch, I’m not going to hurt you or any of your little friends. Living or dead,” Death says.
“What do you want from me?” I ask
“I want you to stop being stubborn, and come with me,” Death replies
“I do not want to. I want to go home,” I say, “That is all I want. Is to be with my friends at home.”
“Home. You humans get so attached,” Death spat, “The place you want to go isn’t your home. You knew that the moment you saw mommy and daddy,”
“I have lived a life without them. I will be fine going back. Now if we could please,”
“I only want the truth, and the sooner you get it to me. The sooner you get what you want. Otherwise, you come with me,” Death says.
—---
Back at the manor
After one more night of consideration, the ghosts decide this may be their best bet to bring you home. If you are indeed lost, then you would need guidance to get back to the other side.
The seance is held the following night with a full moon. Items belonging to you lay in a pile on the table. The ghosts surround Hetty in a circle joining their hands and begin chanting.
Sam enters the room and stops just at the entrance. “Hey, what’s with all of the - What is going on?”
Sam can't get an answer before Hetty is enveloped in light and disappears before their eyes.
“What did you guys just do?!” Sam asks looking at the ghosts who also can’t believe what they just did.
—------------
Annoyed I say, “I have told you what I would like, so if you could get to soul swappy thing that would be great,”
Death doesn’t move, and neither do I. We both wait, watching the other to see whose bluff would be called first.
“You really are stubborn aren’t you,” Death mumbles.
“You have no idea,” A voice from behind says.
“Hello, I am right here,” I say quickly not registering who had replied. I stand still for a moment. I know that voice. I turn around, and there she is. I have to have to be hallucinating. I must be hallucinating. She says my name, and I know this is real. She’s here with me. My heart feels like it could fly from my chest.
“Hetty!” I exclaim.
My feet take off to meet her. Hetty’s arms are outstretched, and I nearly topple her with the force of my body weight. She grabs me by the waist and pulls me in immediately peppering kisses all over my face but delivering a kiss to my lips. A kiss so full of passion, it takes my breath away. Her hands tug at me, and I pull her in closer.
Hetty breaks the kiss and embraces me in a bear grip of a hug, “My darling! I have missed you so much. These past couple of weeks have been unbearable with you,”
“I have missed you!” I pull away from the bug and give her another kiss.
“These past couple of weeks” Hetty’s words echo in my mind.
“Weeks? What do you mean weeks? It’s only been a day,” I say to her.
Hetty looks at me a sadness returning to her eyes. Her thumb runs over my cheek, and a tear escapes her eye.
She takes a steadying breath before she speaks, “Darling, it’s been almost 3 weeks, since the incident. ”
“3 weeks? That means it’s almost February,” I exclaim, “A day hasn’t passed here, the sun never set. There is no way I’ve been here for weeks. That’s impossible.”
Noticing that I was spiraling, Death speaks up, “The sun will never set here. It never will.”
“I’ve been here for weeks?” The question is mainly for myself as I wrap my brain around all of this. Then another question pops into my head.
“Hetty how did you get here? You shouldn’t be here,” I say.
“Finally you and I are on the same page,” Death says.
Hetty scoffs and turns me to face her. Both of her hands are on my shoulder steadying as she looks me in the eye.
“Don’t worry about how I got here, just know that I am taking you home,” Hetty says.
“She’s not going anywhere,” Death says coming to towards us.
“And why the hell not?” Hetty looks up and her eyes are on Death’s form. A cold shock runs through Hetty, but she tries not show it. Instead, Hetty grasps my arm to move me of the way.
“Henrietta Woodstone, how lovely it is to see you,” Death says.
“Oh now we want to do greetings? What is it that you want with her?” Hetty asks.
“She’s coming with me,” Death says.
“I see you are sorely mistaken, she is coming home with me,” Henrietta says tightening the grip she has on my arm.
Death laughs, “I have no time for games, and my patience is wearing quite thin.”
“I have told you that I want to go home. That is my decision that is my hold up?”
“You cannot lie to me. The home you are trying to return to is not the home you seek,”
Death pauses. I feel my heart hammer in my chest a dull roar of blood in my ears.
“You want to be with your parents. That’s what home is to you. The sooner you stop denying that the sooner we can all get on with your lives,” Death says a tone of annoyance in their voice.
“Your parents?” Hetty asks
“It’s nothing, just some little mind trick they do. Don’t worry about it,” I brush off the comment.
“No, tell me please,” Hetty asks. I cannot deny her request, I never have been able to.
“I saw a future of what it was like if my parents were still alive,” Isay
“And?” Hetty asks.
Though the answer is on the tip of my tongue, I delay it. I try to look down, but Hetty tilts my chin up to meet her eyes. Her eyes tell me that she is expectant of an answer.
“I loved it,” I say in a hushed whisper. I never thought I would feel ashamed for missing my parents.
“And that is what you want?” Hetty asks.
“No! No, Hetty, I want you and Woodstone Manor. That is my home,” I say hurriedly
“Darling,” Hetty cups the side of my face, “It’s okay to want your parents,”
I can’t find the right words to speak, so I just shake my head hoping that she would believe me.
Hetty looks over my head and in Death’s direction, “If she were to choose this alternative future…”
“You wouldn’t remember her in your world, and she wouldn’t remember you in hers. It’ll be like you never crossed paths. If she doesn’t choose, she dies. Simple,” Death says.
A/N: I have decided that this is going to be a slowburn. RIP to y'all's sanity.
warnings: fem!reader, Hetty x Reader, AU Modern Era, slowburn
word count: 2.6k
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3 weeks ago
Hetty is up late working when a text notification comes through on her Macbook.
“Thank you for tonight. I had a great time.” It reads.
Immediately Hetty knows that Elias is cheating again. Hetty sighs to herself as she clicks on the green message icon. Though this isn’t the first time he has taken a mistress, she hoped that the threat of divorce from his last affair would have curbed the behavior.
She begins sifting through texts that seem to have been going on for the past 3 weeks. Through her scrolling, Hetty discovers that her penthouse in New York is being used to keep his mistress housed nearby. Hetty could almost laugh at the gall of Elias has to open up her penthouse to house his mistress. For someone who was so smart at cutting corners, he made up for it in foolishness in other aspects of life.
Hetty decides that her threat of divorce should become a reality. Why should she be made the fool over and over again? Hetty’s blood begins to boil at all the ways Elias has mistreated her in their marriage, and she wants her payback to hurt.
Hetty just needed a little more time to gather evidence of Elias’s scamming before she could file for divorce and leave him penniless. First, she needed to clean up all the loose ends and get rid of the mistress. The last thing she needed was someone whispering about alimony in Elias’s ear.
The next day, Hetty skims through the texts once more to see if there is a name attached to this mystery woman. Hetty could almost kiss the screen once she finds it. She screenshots the texts and quickly sends them to her private investigator to dig up some dirt on the girl. Every one of Elias’s last mistresses had some kind of debt or some skeleton in their closet they did not want to be disturbed. It was easy for Hetty to offer them the money and make their problems go away in exchange for a signature on a legally drawn document stating they would never contact or affiliate themselves with the Woodstones or their company again.
She couldn’t help but to be baffled when her private investigator, who is supposed to be the best in the state of New York, comes up empty-handed. The little tart is clean. She is educated, comes from a well-off family so she doesn’t need money, and top it all off she is gorgeous. No wonder Elias fell for her.
“She’s a wannabe actress looking for her next big break. Why she’s here in New York instead of California, who knows,” Her investigator says
To gather more evidence for her divorce case, Hetty sends her investigator out for pictures of the affair. Over the next couple of weeks, Hetty receives photos of Elias and his mistress together. Pictures of Elias making her laugh, gifting her jewelry, and ushering her into cars.
Hetty cannot even remember the last time Elias came home with a gift for her. However, there was something different though with these pictures. Something is missing, and Hetty cannot seem to put her finger on it.
Hetty gets up from the living room taking the file of pictures with her. She enters her office and unlocks the file cabinet in the corner. She digs through files before finding what she is looking for. She pulls out the three files she had on the previous mistresses and begins sorting through looking for the missing piece. She flips through them and finds the same thing in all three, immediately Elias is able to bed them. There were pictures of lingerie-clad women, paired with pictures of passionate kisses, and more. This is what the most current mistresses file lacked. Passion.
The timeline was off. Usually by this time Hetty already would have all the evidence she would need to go for the kill. Now it was going on six weeks, and there is nothing besides fluff. This certainly would not do. Hetty doubts that Elias is being more careful than before, in fact, he is starting to get sloppy. On more than one occasion she has found receipts for restaurants and florists in his pants pocket.
Hetty’s Macbook dings again with a notification. Hetty rushes over to her computer, opening the app to watch the conversation in real time.
You: Since you could not make it to our date, can I take the keys to the Porsche and hit up the Club Soleil with my friends?
Elias : Which color?
You: The red one? It’ll match my nails.
Elias : Ofcourse. What will I get in exchange?
You: What you always get. A hug and a well placed kiss on the cheek.
Elias : Nothing more?
You: I could throw in a firm handshake
Elias : You are funny, but I was thinking of a different kind of firm
You: Elias we’ve talked about this…
Elias : Yes, you are right. I will wait until you are ready. I’ll have the porsche delivered, and let me know if you need an more money for your night out on the town. Have fun.
You: Thank you Elias! *kissy face emoji*
“I guess the tart is a bit of a prude,” Hetty says outloud to herself reviewing the pictures laid out on her desk.
Hetty has to admit the little tart had Elias eating out of the palm of her hand. She’s been receiving gifts with, currently, no sexual favours. If she weren’t about to crush her, Hetty would applaud the woman.
“Hetty!” A voice calls from the hallway.
Hetty quickly puts away the pictures in their appropriate files before she meets the disembodied voice.
“Hetty, there you are girl! We are going out tonight!” Her friend Alberta says.
“Out where?” Hetty asks.
“Club Soleil! My manager wants me to get a vibe for the club before I close the deal for my performance contract,” Alberta squeals in excitement.
“Oh, this can’t get any better,” Hetty smirks to herself.
“I’ll get ready!” Hetty says, “Come. Help me pick something to wear,”
Alberta is a bit surprised at Hetty’s response. Usually, she has to beg and almost drag Hetty to come out with her. Instead of questioning her friend's behavior, Alberta just shrugs and follows her friend to her closet. Hopefully Hetty will let her borrow a purse.
—--------------
Present day
After explaining her side of what has been going on for the past six weeks, Hetty lays out the contract on the table, pen in hand. You sit in silence gathering your thoughts on what you’ve just heard.
You clear your throat before speaking, “So you slept with me to get back at your husband, which also makes you a cheater by the way, and now are you blackmailing me into signing these contracts?”
Hetty thinks for a moment.
“Yes that is exactly what I’m doing,” Hetty smiles, “Now if you could sign these and be on your way.”
“You used me,” You whisper.
“Excuse me?” Hetty tilts her head at the accusation.
“You used me to get me to sign this stupid contract!” You say standing up from the chair. The chair scrapes against the floor causing Hetty to cringe slightly.
“I did not,” Hetty says standing up in her own chair.
“You just said, you knew that I didn’t have skeletons in my closet to produce a bribe. Other than the fact that I have been dating your husband you have no leverage for me to end this besides me sleeping with you,”
“I know very prominent directors in the film industry,” Hetty begins.
“I do not care about that! I do not need some handouts. I had Elias to keep me company, that is all. The restaurants, the fancy cars, and all the gifts were a bonus. Sure yes maybe I am using him too, but it is not the same. I liked the attention of being noticed. A foolish mistake of a girl in a big city, and if I could take it back I would,” You say.
“You weren’t going to sleep with him?” Hetty prods.
“No! I just saw your faces plastered all over some gossip magazine before I got here. I wanted out as soon as I saw he was married. I am no one’s mistress…knowingly,” I add.
“Well look at you. You have morals. This city will eat you and those morals of yours alive,” Hetty scoffs taking a sip from her glass. She notices that your glass sits has sat untouched for some time.
“Don’t you remember? You beat the city to it, and you have quite the voracious appetite,” You quip.
Hetty blushes behind her wine glass remembering the night you had together. You take the pen from her hand.
“I would have signed it you know…without your promises of some fancy schmancy film director. Or without you trying to one-up Elias by sleeping with me. I did not know he was married, honestly,” You say beginning to sign the papers.
You sign the last required spot, “You are out of my life, and I am out of yours. Good riddance.”
“Why did you sleep with me?” Hetty asks.
You place the pen in her hand searching for an answer. You hold her gaze for a second, but you break it. Even when you once find your answer, you know it’s not worth either one’s time.
“I’m going to pack up my things, I’ll be out by morning,” You avoid her question, and head towards the bedroom to pack.
Hetty is shocked. No shouting, no crying, no negotiating, or threats of security. This is the easiest contract signing that Hetty has experienced in all her years in the business world.
“ She really is different.” Hetty thinks to herself.
She finishes her glass of wine and puts the contracts in her bag. Though she is able to smile, she is still left unsatisfied. This does not feel like a victory.
In the bedroom, you do not even bother folding your clothes. You throw your clothes in the suitcase, leaving what Elias bought you behind. You throw away the flowers and begin the process of changing your number. You do not even bother texting Elias before doing so.
You leave the keys to the penthouse on the table and leave once and for all.
—------
A week later
“How about we go out to clubbing? That always helps when I’m down in the dumps,” Trevor says.
“Trevor, you just want to talk to hot girls,” You say scrolling through an app on my phone.
“And maybe you will talk to someone hot and get over this messy love triangle you narrowly avoided,” Trevor says making a triangle with his hands.
“It was not a love triangle,” You reply looking up from my phone
“I’ve read the Hunger Games and it was definitely a love triangle,” Trevor says matter-of-factly.
“It was not a love triangle, I was not in love with Elias…” you pause, “Or Henrietta,”
“Close enough,” He shrugs.
“You are insufferable,”
“Insufferably hot! Boo-yah!” Trevor says.
“No one says ‘Boo-yah’ anymore Trevor,” You say with your face in yours causing your words to muffle.
Trevor ruffles your hair, “Yeah well I’m bringing it back. Now get dressed I’ll call Crash to see if he wants to be my wingman.”
You groan at the thought of going out. You just want to sit and stew in your feelings like a normal person. Trevor snatches the phone from where you placed it on the catch and tells you you’ll get it back once you’ve gotten dressed to go out. You narrow your eyes at him as he dangles the phone out of reach, and after a few attempts of trying to retrieve it, you give up. Trevor chuckles to himself and goes to his room.
“You make me happy that I never had brothers,” You call out as he enters his room.
“Aww, that’s so sweet. Now get dressed,” Trevor closes his door.
An hour later, you’re riding a passenger in Trevor’s car as drive through New York City traffic. Not the best idea, but Trevor navigates the ride with ease.
“What club are we going to?” You ask out of curiosity!
“Club Soleil of course!” Trevor says nodding his head to the song playing currently.
“What? Trevor, no! I don’t want to go there again,” You say. You wonder if she’ll be there tonight, and your heart drops to your feet.
“I wonder if I can walk home if I jump out of the car now,” You think.
“Oh come on, what are the odds that your hot lady one-night stand is going to be there? Zilch. If you had crashed at my place like we planned, none of this wouldn’t have happened you know,” Trevor says weaving through traffic.
“How many times do I have to say that you were right?” You roll your eyes a bit annoyed he keeps bringing it up
“Until I get tired of hearing it,” Trevor says as he pulls up to the valet.
Trevor leaves the keys with the valet and checks his reflection in the car window.
“You done yet, Prince Charming?” You ask sarcastically.
“Just getting started, Princess,” Trevor responds unbothered. He ushers you towards the entrance and gives his name to the bouncer.
He and Crash meet up immediately and leave you to go scouting for potential hook-ups. After spending more than an hour at the club, you discover yet again that Trevor was right. Getting out of the house and hitting the dance floor with a couple of cocktails, was just the pick me up you need. You would never give him that victory though. He has already been bragging enough.
Before trying to find where Crash and Trevor went off to, you go to the bathroom to freshen up your makeup. You thank your lucky stars that the line is nonexistent leaving the bathroom open. You dig your makeup bag out of your purse singing to yourself while reapplying your make-up.
Your mind begins to wander and think about Henrietta. At first, you admired her. As cliche as it sounds she was the most beautiful woman you had ever met. She approached you with so much confidence. The way she talked to you as if she has known you forever, and her eyes. You fight to keep yourself from swooning.
“Not again. She used you, and you let her,” You tell yourself.
You throw your brushes back into your makeup bag, and your makeup bag back into your purse. You give yourself a once over and mini pep talk before going towards the door. But while you’re exiting the bathroom, you bump into someone.
“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry,” You say quickly
“Oh no, you have nothing to be sorry about. I am the one who caused the collision,” The woman says, “I’m Alberta Haynes,”
“Hi, I’m (y/n), nice to meet you,” you respond and then what was said finally catches up to you, “You’re Alberta Haynes!”
“I’ll never get tired of that,” Alberta says smiling, “Anyway I heard you singing in there. I was wondering if you wanted to be my new background singer. One of my originals is out on maternity leave, and I need a replacement quick.”
“You want me to be your background singer?” You repeat.
“Yes, now what do you say?”
It wasn’t acting, but you have to make your start somewhere.
“Yes! I would love to,”
“Perfect, meet me here tomorrow and we’ll get you signing contracts and on the payroll,”
“Thank you so much,” You gush, “I’m singing with Alberta Haynes!”
Do we have any Hetty X reader smut coming our way soon? I read Chapter 3 of Baroness Makes House Calls and now I need more 😂
This took me way longer than I thought! I hope this was worth the wait! Here is 4000 words more or less of pure smutty smut.
If you want more, Prize will more than likely have some in future chapters.
warnings: 18+. MINORS DNI, AU-modern era setting, Hetty x fem!reader,
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"What do you mean my suite has already been checked into? Last time I checked I’m the only Mrs. Woodstone," you say.
"I apologize for the delay Mrs. Woodstone, I promise we will have this situated promptly," The clerk says.
I roll my eyes behind my sunglasses. I'm already tense and tired from extensive travel. While I know it wasn't this person's fault as to why the mishap has happened, I can't help but feel the irritation start to rise.
"Is there no other suite available? I do not care if it is a standard one at this rate, " I suggest wanting to get off of my feet as soon as possible. I'd sleep on a pull-out couch if that meant I could close my eyes for a moment.
"We are booked solid, Mrs. Woodstone," The clerk says apologetically.
"This is the last time I leave booking a suite with my assistant," I mutter under my breath. I step away from the desk and pull out my phone to see if there are other hotels nearby.
"You must have terrible staffing if they can't manage to properly book you a suite," I hear a familiar voice from behind me say.
I quickly whip around to be met by my wife. I almost jump into her arms if it weren't for the two of us being in public. The irritation I felt instantly melts from my body as I see her smile.
"Hetty! What are you doing here?" I ask.
"Cleaning up what would have been a disaster at one of the franchise offices. I wasn't aware our schedules overlapped otherwise I would have had a key sent down for you," She says pressing a quick kiss to my lips.
It quickly dawns on me, "You checked into my presidential suite!”
"I believe it is mine, but we will see whose card gets charged, and that'll settle this," She says snaking her arm around my waist. She has that mischievous gleam in her eyes that I adore.
Turning around I go back to the desk and grab the clerk's attention. "Excuse me, I believe the mistake has come from us both being Mrs.Woodstone. I apologize for the trouble,” I explain.
The hotel clerk seems to thank their lucky stars and simply gives me an extra key to the room. The clerk has a bellhop to assist me with my luggage while Hetty and I make our way to the elevator hand in hand.
“Weren’t you going somewhere if you were in the lobby? I can get to the room myself if you were going to do something,” I say finishing up an email on my phone.
“And miss precious time with my wife? Absolutely not.” Hetty says.
I make a beeline towards the bedroom once we arrive at our suite. I immediately shrug off my trench coat and kick off my heels. I sigh in relief as I balance on one foot and try to rub relief into the other sole of my foot.
"Long day?" Hetty asks already lying on the bed.
"Hetty, you have no idea," I groan while wiggling my toes.
Hetty moves into an upright position, and motions for me to sit on the bed. When I do, she doesn't hesitate to pull my feet into her lap. Her hands instantly get to work massaging the soreness from my feet. I take a moment to take in her appearance. Her hair pulled up in a bun with a few curly pieces framing her face. She wears a dark teal pant suit, and the blazer opens revealing her white button down which she has already undone the top buttons on. “How long are you in town for?” I ask.
“I check out in the morning, this was a quick turn for me. What about my love?” Hetty responds
“Also a quick turn for me. There is no rest for the wicked,” I say. We both smile at my words.
She switches to the other foot and works her fingers into a particular sore spot. I bite my lip to keep myself from making too much noise.
"Hetty, your fingers know exactly how to make me feel good," I sigh
"That's not the first time you've said that," Hetty says with a smirk.
I blush at the double entendre of my words. Hetty's hands travel from my feet to my ankles.
"Have I ever told you that you have very comely ankles," Hetty says.
"Are you quoting Bodices and Barons in bed?" I ask.
"Maybe," Hetty says her hand continuing upwards. "How about you rid yourself of this dress and I will show you how else my fingers can make you feel good."
Her fingers dance along the hem of my dress. I tuck my legs to the side of me and lean in to peck a quick kiss to Hetty's lips, "As enticing as that sounds, I am hungry."
"I'm hungry too you know. Practically famished," Hetty purrs. Her voice dropped into her sexy low register. She has that suggestive look in her eyes that on every other occasion would have me jumping out of my clothes and into bed.
I feel my body start to react. She begins to lean forward causing me to fall back onto the pillows behind me. She leans over me like a predator over prey before claiming my lips in a searing kiss.
The kiss doesn’t last long as I pull away before I fall even more under her spell.
"I am hungry for food," I say catching on to what hunger she was referring to. I slip from underneath her and stand up while I still have the ability to.
I try not to laugh as Hetty rolls her eyes and huffs in annoyance. "My dear, that is why we have room service. We have other people to do the work for us. Besides I am not letting you walk in those heels after all that work my magic fingers did to fix those little feet of yours," Hetty says
"Fine, you have my permission to order anything for me. I am going to shower. I need to wash this day off of me," I say turning to leave but Hetty pulls me back in.
“Why are you teasing me like this? First, it was the noises you were making during your massage, and now you want me to wait out here while you shower. We haven’t showered together in months,” Hetty’s head falls into my chest, and I place a manicured hand on top of her head. Her arms wrap around me in an attempt to keep me in place.
“Are you pouting?” I ask trying to get a peek at her face.
“I do not pout,” Hetty’s chin now resting on my breast, “But at the moment I am whining. We have not seen each other in over three months. That was in September!”
“We saw each other for Thanksgiving,” I remind her.
“Do not patronize me, you know exactly what I mean when I say we have not seen each other. We had guests, and no opportunity for any of the ‘seeing’ I would have liked to do. Unless it was you who wanted to be put on the table instead of the turkey,” Hetty says nipping at the skin of my breast.
I gasp as her tongue licks the line of my cleavage, “I apologize for teasing you, but the sooner I shower the sooner we both get what we want.”
“Fine, but do not take forever!” Hetty says releasing me.
“ I would do no such thing,” I say.
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As I finish toweling off in the bathroom, I hear the door open and a cart being wheeled into the room. I hear Hetty thank whoever is at the door. Once I know the other person has left, I wrap the towel around myself. I emerge from the bathroom and smirk when I see Hetty’s jaw tighten in frustration.
Oh she is more wound up than I thought.
“Food here?” I ask already knowing the answer.
Hetty nods not taking her eyes off of my towel, and gestures towards the cart of food.
“I can’t even wait to get dressed, I want it right now,” I say opening up one of the food trays. I smirk at my choice of words as I watch Hetty close her eyes and take a calming breath.
Hetty clears her throat, “That one is mine, I actually got you this.” She opens the other food tray to reveal your favorite meal.
“Oh darling you know me so well,” I place a quick kiss on her lips and take my tray into the small dining area of the room. I hear Hetty inhale and then exhale before I hear her footsteps coming towards the room I’m in.
“I know what you’re up to. I can see it in your eyes,” Hetty says.
“See what?” I feign innocence before taking a bite of my food. I forgot that I barely had a good meal while traveling today. The flavor of the food caused a moan to escape my lips. This time I did not do that on purpose, but it still has the desired effect.
“If you do not stop that, I will end up bending you over the table and taking you right here,” Hetty says gripping the end of her fork tightly.
“Promise?” I ask with a head tilt.
I let my fork linger on my lips before smirking and returning to my meal. Hetty’s eye narrowed, and if looks could kill I would not be laughing at the moment. As much trouble it may cause me, I enjoy getting Hetty worked up like this. Whether she wants to admit it or not, she likes it too. She goes to say something, but she decides not to. Opting to sip her red wine instead.
We finish our meals, Hetty only eating less than half of hers, before I open our dessert trays revealing our creme brulees.
“I would like to enjoy dessert before you have your way with me, I believe you are capable of waiting a little longer aren’t you?” I ask. I dip my spoon into my dish breaking the sugar crust and taking a scoop of the custard. I bring the spoon to my mouth and look Hetty in the eyes as I make a show of eating the contents on the spoon. I close my eyes and moan my delight at the taste of my dessert.
My eyes open when I hear the scrape of the chair against the floor. A blur of what I assume is Hetty makes her way over to me. She takes the spoon from my hand and grabs my wrist. The spoon clatters against the table falling to the floor. She says nothing as she leads me to the bedroom stopping once we stand at the foot of the bed.
She rips the towel from my body throwing it haphazardly across the room. The unexpected chill of the room caused me to shiver. One of her hands immediately dives between my legs, the pad of one finger circling my clit.
“Oh,” I moan.
“If I were not driven to insanity, I would take my time with you. I’d tease you just as you’ve teased me, maybe even more until I you soaked and weak-kneed,” Hetty says against me. Her breath is hot against me before she gently scrapes her teeth on the side of my throat.
“You don’t have to tease me, I already am,” I groan as she continues to rub her finger against me.
Hetty lays a bite against my neck and quickly soothes sharp gestures with a slow lap of her tongue. I shiver again but this time in anticipation and tip my back silently asking for more.
“Look at you begging, and you were just the tantalizing tease only moments ago,” Hetty says, “Now what if I decided to stop? To leave you aching for my touch.”
Her finger adds a little more pressure but still circles my clit slowly.
“What if I left you on edge until the next time we are together? You know how our schedules are, it is luck we have this moment, and I will be taking full advantage of it,”
The pressure Hetty had on my clit lightens, and my hips buck searching for more.
“You got me so worked up I could not finish my own desert, but that’s fine. I had something else sweet in mind anyway,” Hetty says into my ear.
Her finger dips lower between my legs swirling the wetness she finds at my entrance. My eyes flutter close at the sensation. I bring a hand up to her still-clothed shoulder to steady myself. She removes her hand, and I whimper at the loss.
My eyes open just in time for me to see her bring her finger to her mouth. She wastes no time enjoying her little treat, sucking on her finger in the most sinful of ways. She moans to herself, and her eyes close for a moment before opening again to eye her prey. She grabs my face pulling me into a kiss. I grasp at her pulling her as far into me as I can. Her clothes scratched against my bare body. I taste remnants of myself and the wine she had for dinner on her tongue. Hetty breaks the kiss but not before nipping at my lower lip.
“Bed. Now.” Hetty points to the bed.
Without waiting, I do as told stumbling gracefully on the bed, not breaking eye contact. Hetty’s eyes are dark with arousal. Her chest heaving. She begins to undress herself. Slowly she unbuttons her top revealing a lacy, dark teal bra underneath. My mouth goes dry at the sight I wish she was closer so I can feel the weight of her breasts in my hand. To bury my face in the softness of her cleavage.
Hetty finishes taking off her blouse and lets it drift down the floor. This whole time her eyes have not left mine, the intense eye contact makes me want to press my thighs together in search of some relief.
“Spread your legs,” Hetty says.
With no hesitation, I spread my legs, and Hetty smiles.
“To this day I do not which stars to thank for gifting me the utmost, beautiful wife,” Hetty says crawling on the bed.
Hetty’s hands take one of my legs in her hands. She is slow in her movements. Kissing her way up starting from my ankle all the way up to my inner hip. Deliberate and calculated with each kiss, and then repeats the action on the other leg.
“You smell delightful. I just know you’ll taste even better,” Hetty says.
I try to control my breathing to not give away how much I want and need her. She senses this, and I can her hear mocking me in her head. Oh love, you won the battle but I’m winning the war.
Hetty’s mouth descends on me without warning.
“Oh fuck!” I gasp.
Her tongue is everywhere at once not allowing me to settle in the feeling of her in one place. Her hands move under and over my legs to better her grip as she drinks greedily from me.
My fingers thread themselves between her curls, and my nails lightly scrape her scalp, gasping when I feel her responding moan against my sensitive flesh. I gently rock my hips against her mouth but am thwarted when one of her hands comes back around to keep my hips in place.
“Do not rush me. You will get what you are given,” Hetty says before going back to the task at hand.
Hetty moves to gently suck on my clit before her tongue moves down to my entrance. The stiff muscle teasing me before entering. My eyes roll back. I feel like I might burst, it’s been too long since I’ve had this kind of pleasure. Even my own hand could not bring me to heights that Hetty is able to.
She removes her left hand from my hips and I feel two of her fingers circling my entrance. She enters me with ease, and my back bows at the pleasure. Her fingers offer a delightful stretch as she slowly pumps her fingers.
“So wet…so warm… so mine,” Hetty murmurs, punctuating each phrase with a kiss to my sensitive core.
“Yes, all yours,” I slur. My head tossing against the pillows.
My body feels taut and ready to burst as pleasure ignites every nerve in my body. My mind becomes useless for intelligent thoughts. The only word echoing through my mind. Hetty. Hetty. Hetty. Over and over again. Her fingers curling inside me, and I feel my walls squeeze around her.
I come with her name on my lips. I relax back onto the mattress, biting my lip and breathing harshly through my nostrils.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are when you’re coming? It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before, and I want to keep that image lock in my memory, so I’m going to keep doing this until you can’t take anymore. Okay?” Hetty asks.
I nod.
“Ah Ah,” Hetty rebukes. Her fingers stop their stroking pulling out until just the very tips of her fingers remain, “Use your words,”
“Yes,” I rush out.
Hetty smiles that devilish smile. The one where she knows that she got what she wanted, “Good girl.”
Hetty’s fingers push back into me going a little deeper than before. Her thumb circles my clit in a maddening pattern.
I manage to fight through the orgasm-induced haze to beg, “Kiss me.”
She obliges immediately. I nibble at her bottom lip and she parts her lips enough for me to sneak. Our tongues collide, swirling, and exploring the other. I move my hips to her thrusts, easily matching the rhythm she set. Hetty breaks the kiss to watch.
“Look how pretty you look fucking yourself on my fingers,” Hetty chuckles darkly. She looks back up at me. I know that I must look so far gone.
I whine at the praise feeling myself clench around her fingers. Her fingers find my G-spot and she applies almost the right amount of pressure to send me careening over the edge.
Hetty loves driving you crazy on purpose to see what would tumble from your lips as you lose yourself in ecstasy. Hetty keeps her fingers pumping at a steady pace, not allowing you a moment of reprieve. Watching as pleasure tumbles over you and washes over your face. Hetty smiles when she feels the telltale sign of your climax. Your spasming against her fingers, and the excess fluid coating Hety’s fingers. Hetty watches as your hands ball into the sheets grasping for purchase. Your hips stuttering while still trying to keep up the pace.
“Oh, how much I have missed her” Hetty muses to herself.
“Heavens, I wish you could see how beautiful you look. Your eyes glazed over, your luscious lips parted just so. Are you going to come for me? You know you deserve it. With all the hard work you’ve been doing. I bet you haven’t come this hard since we were last together,”
I do not respond, the only sound in the room is the sound of my wetness as her fingers pump into me. Hearing her voice always had this effect on me, and she is more than aware.
Her fingers stop thrusting, but her thumb continues to rub against my clit. My legs shake in pleasure as I fight to keep them open. It took one more thrust and a calculated swipe against my clit for my back to arch and stars to explode behind my eyes.
“What a good girl,” Hetty coos in my ear. Her tone is dark and sultry.
“Just like that pretty girl. You’re coming so hard for me,” Hetty says. She moves lover to take one of my breasts in her mouth. Sucking and biting on the erected flesh.
“Henrietta!” I cry out. Tears at the corners of my eyes.
I collapse on the bed exhausted trying to catch my breath. I feel myself throbbing against Hetty’s fingers, and she removes her fingers slowly. Hetty bends down closer to me to kiss me. This one is lighter and softer than the ones before.
I watch through half-open eyes as she brings her fingers to her mouth once more. Before her soaked fingers can reach her own lips, I quickly grasp her hand and bring the digits to my awaiting mouth. Hetty watches in surprise as I suck her fingers swirling my tongue around them, tasting myself. If I thought her pupils were large before. Now they are blown. I hear her take a steadying
“I see why you prefer me over dessert,” I say letting her fingers go.
“How about one more?” Hetty asks. She takes my breast in each hand kneading them.
Hetty was not one to people pleaser, but she does have a knack for making sure her wife is pleased in every aspect of life. Especially in the bedroom.
“Can I have my wife once while I am still of sound mind?” I ask Hetty.
“I can wait,” Hetty says placing a kiss on my breast then taking a nipple and swirling her tongue around it.
“That’s not fair Hetty!” I whine.
“Oh, now the tease wants to talk about fair?” Hetty asks with a raised eyebrow rather amused.
“Please?” I ask.
“And what is that you want?” Hetty asks not sure if she will indulge my request so easily.
“You…on my face,” I say
I watch Hetty’s throat bob as she swallows hard.
“ I know you want it. I know you must be so worked up,” I tease. My own hands come to breasts. I bring my head up to them. Kissing them, pinching and pulling on her nipples until they stood fully at attention.
Soon I have Hetty on my face grinding against my mouth. My fingers dig into the flesh of her backside, as I worship her core with my mouth pulling sounds of praise from her lips. I look up at the sight above me. Hetty’s breasts sway freely while one of her hands runs through her hair. I revel in the taste of her coating my tongue and chin with her juices. Her thighs imprison my head as she jerks above me. Her breathing rough and ragged while she thrusts into my mouth.
“Oh yes darling, just like that,” Hetty praises.
She grunts before saying, “Flatten your tongue.”
I flatten out my tongue, and Hetty’s head throws her back. Her curls messy and bouncing as she rides my face. I know now what she was talking about earlier. Seeing your lover come undone was one the best art to witness and it is elating to be the source of said beauty.
“I’m so close… fuck…so close,” Hetty gasps and her hand comes down to her clit. Pinching and rolling it between her fingers.
I feel her body begin to tremble as she approaches her peak. I hear my name tumble from her mouth over and over again like a chant. Her eyes are closed practically screwed shut as she chases her release. Hetty’s movements become faster, a bit more erratic, and finally, she cries out. I take that moment to grasp her hips pulling her further down onto me. I move her hand away from her clit and pursue it with my mouth. I suck with fervor causing Hetty to scream in surprise.
Eventually, she pushed my head away, sensitive to the touch.
“Oh..darling…enough…” Hetty pleads, “I can’t take anymore.”
I press one more kiss to her core making her twitch. I release Hetty from my grasp, and she slowly climbs down the top of me. She lays down next to me and wipes my chin. Kissing me softly, still recovering her energy. She takes time to gather herself, and she grabs one of my hands bringing to her lips to kiss the knuckles.
“I have missed you,” Hetty says.
“I have missed you,” I respond placing a chaste kiss on her lips.
The rest of the night is filled with bliss as we discover each other all over again. Months of pent-up tension finally released as our moans and sighs echo off the wall. There is no need for words as groans and whimpers of pleasure communicate our feelings for us.
Make sure your characters move, but not too much during heavy dialogue scenes. E.g. two characters sitting and talking—do humans just stare at each other with their arms lifeless and bodies utterly motionless during conversation? No? Then neither should your characters. Make them…
Gesture
Wave
Frown
Laugh
Cross their legs/their arms
Shift around to get comfortable
Pound the table
Roll their eyes
Point
Shrug
Touch their face/their hair
Wring their hands
Pick at their nails
Yawn
Stretch
Sniff/sniffle
Tap their fingers/drum
Bounce their feet
Doodle
Fiddle with buttons or jewelry
Scratch an itch
Touch their weapons/gadgets/phones
Check the time
Get up and sit back down
Move from chair to tabletop
The list goes on.
Bonus points if these are tics that serve to develop your character, like a nervous fiddler, or if one moves a lot and the other doesn’t—what does that say about the both of them? This is where “show don’t tell” really comes into play.
As in, you could say “he’s nervous” or you could show, “He fidgets, constantly glancing at the clock as sweat beads at his temples.”
This site is full of discourse on telling vs showing so I’ll leave it at that.
Epithets
In the Sci-fi WIP that shall never see the light of day, I had a flashback arc for one male character and his relationship with another male character. On top of that, the flashback character was a nameless narrator for Reasons.
Enter the problem: How would you keep track of two male characters, one who you can't name, and the other who does have a name, but you can’t oversaturate the narrative with it? I did a few things.
Nameless Narrator (written in 3rd person limited POV) was the only narrator for the flashback arc. I never switched to the boyfriend’s POV.
Boyfriend had only a couple epithets that could only apply to him, and halfway through their relationship, NN went from describing him as “the other prisoner” to “his cellmate” to “his partner” (which was also a double entendre). NN also switched from using BF’s full name to a nickname both in narration and dialogue.
BF had a title for NN that he used exclusively in dialogue, since BF couldn’t use his given name and NN hadn’t picked a new one for himself.
Every time the subject of the narrative switched, I started a new paragraph so “he” never described either character ambiguously mid-paragraph.
Is this an extreme example? Absolutely, but I pulled it off according to my betas.
The point of all this is this: Epithets shouldn’t just exist to substitute an overused name. Epithets de-personalize the subject if you use them incorrectly. If your narrator is thinking of their lover and describing that person without their name, then the trait they pick to focus on should be something equally important to them. In contrast, if you want to drive home how little a narrator thinks of somebody, using depersonalizing epithets helps sell that disrespect.
Fanfic tends to be the most egregious with soulless epithets like "the black-haired boy" that tell the reader absolutely nothing about how the narrator feels about that black-haired boy, espeically if they're doing so during a highly-emotional moment.
As in, NN and BF had one implied sex scene. Had I said “the other prisoner” that would have completely ruined the mood. He’s so much more than “the other prisoner” at that point in the story. “His partner,” since they were both a combat team and romantically involved, encompassed their entire relationship.
The epithet also changed depending on what mood or how hopeless NN saw their situation. He’d wax and wane over how close he believed them to be for Reasons. NN was a very reserved character who kept BF at a distance, afraid to go “all in” because he knew there was a high chance of BF not surviving this campaign. So NN never used “his lover”.
All to say, epithets carried the subtext of that flashback arc, when I had a character who would not talk about his feelings. I could show you the progression of their relationship through how the epithets changed.
I could show you whenever NN was being a big fat liar about his feelings when he said he's not in love, but his narration gave him away. I could show you the exact moment their relationship shifted from comrades to something more when NN switched mid-paragraph from "his cellmate" to "his partner" and when he took up BF's nickame exclusively in the same scene.
I do the same thing in Eternal Night when Elias, my protagonist, stops referring to Dorian as "it" and "the vampire" instead of his name the moment they collide with a much more dangerous vampire, so jarringly that Elias notices in his own narration—the point of it being so explicit is that this degredation isn't automatic, it's something he has to conciously do, when everyone else in his clan wouldn't think twice about dehumanizing them.
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Any literary device should be used with intent if you want those layers in your work. The curtains are rarely just blue. Whether it’s a simile with a deliberate comparison or an epithet with deliberate connotations, your readers will pick up on the subtext, I promise.
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!
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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,”
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I am brought back to the lone beach with Lydia.
“Why did you do it?” Lydia asks
“Do what?” I ask
“You lied. You told everyone you jumped knowing that you were pushed,” Lydia says.
“ I did not want to deal with testifying,” I respond.
“You are lying again. I do not like liars. Why did you not want to testify,” Lydia says.
I sigh, “Fine, I was afraid of everyone finding out, The girl, Arabella, who pushed me was actually my sister.”
"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.
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The morning of NYE
Hetty was always the first one to wake. She says she enjoys watching the sunrise and seeing the sunlight enter the room to illuminate my beauty. I am always the last one to fall asleep, naturally as I am the one running the business, but also because I wanted to be sure Hetty slept. More than once, I have heard Hetty talk about how she does not sleep well or at all. Since she has begun to sleep in my bed, she has slept very peacefully. As she enjoys watching me sleep in the morning, I love to watch her sleep in the evenings. Her face relaxed and free from anxieties. Often times I find myself twirling her hair between my fingers. Sometimes I would have to keep myself from laughing when Hetty would begin to snore softly.
Now Hetty and I lay cuddled in bed enjoying the peace of the morning. Almost an hour ago, I had set up the Wii for the ghosts that were awake to play Just Dance. It was not a game I thought they would enjoy, but they took it up very quickly. I, along with everyone else, was surprised to find that Thor was very good at the game often getting 5 stars on his first try on every song.
Even though she rarely played with them, the only person Thor could not beat was Hetty. She was always just a couple of points ahead. I had never seen Hetty enjoy herself more than when she finally got the hang of the game. At first, she complained that the music was horrible, but over time I have heard her humming the lyrics to the songs. Ofcourse I would never tell her this, this was a moment I’d keep to myself.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are? Especially in the morning,” Hetty says placing a kiss on my forehead.
“Every morning since we’ve been together, but I will not tire of hearing it,” I say placing a kiss on her lips. Hetty greedily accepts the gesture.
“Get up here,” Hetty says in a sultry voice as she moves to lay on her back and brings me on top of her to straddle her.
“Hetty, everyone is up they could hear,” I say sitting up. My hands lay on her chest, and her hands began to caress my upper thighs.
“Well, maybe you should work on being more quiet,” Hetty teases. Hetty takes a moment to marvel at your beauty. Your positioning on the bed allows the light to cast around you almost like you have a halo around your body. “My personal angel” Hetty muses to herself.
My giggles turn into whimpers, and soon my whimpers into soft moans.
“Quiet remember,” Hetty whispers in my ear, her grip on my thighs tightening. I nod biting my lip to keep silent.
One of her hands continues its journey up your thigh and getting closer to the place I wanted…no, needed it most.
“(Y/n), can you touch the Wii remotes again?” I hear Trevor ask through the door.
Hetty’s hand stops abruptly, and I slump against her in defeat. “Oh, so close,” I sigh to myself.
I sigh outwardly and Hetty chuckles, “You are going to have to give those boys a curfew on that game machine. No gaming hours that could interrupt our morning activities,” Hetty says letting me go, so I can get up.
I quickly wrap myself in my silk robe, and look for my slippers which I quickly find near the door.
“Is this what parenting feels like?” I ask
“Honestly, I haven’t the slightest idea. I let the nanny take care of that aspect,” Hetty says waving off the question.
I laugh as I slide on my slippers, “I love them, but I am almost at my wit's end being called. I’m about to push Riley or Nadine down the stairs so they can see everyone too.”
“That wouldn’t be the worst idea, how about Nadine?” Hetty asks a bit too eagerly.
“Behave, Hetty. She is still my friend,” I reply
Hetty smirks to herself and turns to lie on her side.
“Hurry back,” She says waving me away.
“Trust me I’m trying to,” I say leaving the room.
I head towards the room with the Wii, and I’m met with Pete and Trevor waiting for me. I could almost laugh at the picture.
“Oh, good morning!” You hear Pete say, “We hope you weren’t sleeping,”
“No she and Hetty were trying to get it on,” Trevor says making a gesture.
“Trevor!” I say swatting his arm. I try to keep from laughing, as I blush from being found out.
“What am I lying?” Trevor defends himself, “Honestly I do not blame them, Hetty and I-”
“Please spare me the details of what you and my girlfriend used to do,” I interrupt.
“Girlfriend? You two are using titles now?” Trevor asks. A grin spreads across before laughing, I even hear Pete chuckle a little bit. Trevor enjoys being able to tease you about something.
“Oh no, I mean…where are those stupid remotes,” I say scanning the room. I spot the remotes on the couch. I grab them and give them to Pete and Trevor. Before leaving the room I touch the rest of the Wii remotes in case the other ghosts wake up and decide to play.
“ Hopefully that’ll buy me an hour...if we’re quick,” I tell myself.
I hurry back to my room turning the sign on my door to do not disturb before entering.
“Took you long enough,” Hetty says in mock boredom.
“You are very impatient this morning,” I say crossing my arms.
“I come from a time period of sexual repression, and of the 130 years I have been dead it was not until year 126 that I discovered my own sensuality via broken washing machine,” Hetty says in an unamused tone, “I have a lot of time to make up for.”
“Washing machine?” I ask.
“Yes, a washing machine. Now lover, if you could please,” Hetty gestures for me to come back to bed.
“Well since you asked so nicely,” I say untying my robe.
I discard the robe at the door leaving me in my silk nightgown. Sauntering over to Hetty I try to keep a serious face, but I cannot help the smile that threatens to break. I reach the bed, and Hetty grabs a hold of my waist.
“Even when you are being silly, you make it sexy,” Hetty says, beginning to pepper my chest with kisses and making her way up to my neck. While I try to focus on the moment, I cannot help but think about what Trevor had said earlier.
Hetty helps me back onto the bed and moves me to straddle her lap once more. Her lips resume their kissing but this time on my neck. I feel her teeth graze against my skin, but my mind is elsewhere. I barely offer an auditory acknowledgment of the gesture.
“Darling, when I said you had to be quiet, I did not mean statute silent,” Hetty mumbles against my skin noticing my lack of enthusiasm.
“I am sorry Hetty, I’m just not in the mood anymore,” I say climbing off of her.
“What?! Why?!” Hetty whinged.
“I mean what happened? Is something wrong?” Hetty quickly corrects herself and sits up in bed trying to fight the pout forming on her lips.
“When I left to go fix the remote situation. Trevor said something, and actually…do not worry about it. Forget I even said anything, I’ll meet you downstairs for breakfast,” You close the door to the bathroom.
Hetty sits on the bed in disbelief. She hears the shower start to run, and she knows that the moment is ruined beyond repair.
“I’m going to kill him,” Hetty says leaving the room on a mission, “Oh, Trevor!”
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The rest of the morning and into the early afternoon goes by quickly as we all prepare the house for our New Year’s celebration. After a while, I head upstairs to take a nap. I tell Alberta that if they need anything to wake me up, and she sends me on my way telling me not to worry.
“Hetty have you noticed (y/n), lately?” Flower asks.
“I tend to notice her a lot,” Hetty says not knowing where Flower could be going with her impending line of questioning.
“No like her complexion, she looks a little…different,”
“I hate to brag, but I might have something to do with that new glow she has been sporting,” Hetty smirks to herself.
“No, Hetty not like that. She looks a bit pale and she has been more tired than usual. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed,” Flower says.
“Well it is the wintertime, and Sam and Jay always say they lose so much color in the winter. Maybe her trip to the beach will bring her back to life. Do not worry you’re pretty little head about,” Hetty says beginning to get worried herself. How could she not have noticed these changes, and she sleeps right next to you?
“Worry about what?” Flower asks.
——————-
Still thinking about what Flower said, Hetty begins to get even more worried and sets out to find you. After searching what seems to be the entire house, she finds you still asleep in your room. Hetty smiles softly to herself at the sight and comes over to brush your hair from your face. Hetty does notice that you do look a bit pale, but she tries to tell herself that it is due to the change in season. Hetty places a kiss on your forehead and leaves the room. Hetty wonders if she can get Alberta to ask the Alexa a couple of questions about your symptoms.
When I wake up from my nap, I groan and hold my head in my hands. I feel as if my head were about to split in two. I take a couple of steadying breaths before standing on my feet and going to the bathroom. I rifle through the medicine cabinet to find some kind of medicinal relief. I gulp down a couple of pain pills with a glass of water, and I press the cold glass to my chest, now feeling a bit overheated.
“I better not be getting sick,” I say out loud. I refill the glass and gulp down the rest of the water before heading downstairs.
I am surprised to find that the entire house is quiet. I look around the house, and I finally find the ghosts huddled around the Alexa.
“Hey guys, why so sneaky?” I ask the room. Everyone jumps at the sound of your voice not expecting you to be awake.
“Nothing, we just wanted to settle a debate,” Alberta quickly says.
“A debate? A debate about what?” My eyebrow quirks up as I cross my arms. I knew they were up to something, but I could not tell what.
“If hotdog is just hotdog or if hotdog disguised as a sandwich,” Thor says quickly. Everyone looks at him, and he just shrugs.
“Well, what did you find out?” I ask, playing along.
“How about instead of quizzing us, we figure out how we are going to throw this New Year’s Eve party that you keep talking about,” Hetty says emerging from the group and to my side.
“But Hetty,” I begin to say.
“Ah ah ah, as Lady of the house, I demand we talk of party plans,” Hetty leaves the room, and I am sure I am expected to be behind her.
“Is she always this bossy?” I ask them slowly making my way to the door.
Everyone nods while Trevor says, “In ways you can’t even imagine.”
“Shut up Trevor,” You hear Hetty say from the hallway.
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New Year’s morning
Hetty and I try to finish what we started yesterday morning, and we are off to a good start. The room is filled with soft sighs and moans.
“My nape, kiss my nape,” Hetty begs.
I do as told, and she arches her neck to allow me a tiny bit more access. I begin to urge Hetty onto her back. As soon as her head hits the pillows we hear my name being called…again. Hetty curses under her breath while I offer an apologetic look. Once again I do the same routine of adjusting my gown, tightening my robe, and putting on my slippers.
“I’m getting blocked by ghosts, this has to be my worst nightmare,” Hetty groans.
“Just imagine how Jay feels,” I laugh knowing this has likely happened to him on more than one occasion.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” I say standing on my feet. I push myself off of the bed, and I bring a hand to my head to ward off the dizzy spell that just came on. The other hand grabbed the footboard of the bed. I stand still for a moment hoping that the room will stop spinning for one moment.
“Darling, are you alright?” Hetty asks sitting up, ”(Y/n)!”
I try to answer her, but instead, I feel my knees collapse and I hit the ground.
——————-
I groan as I open my eyes, my head throbbing just a bit. I’m thankful the curtains are drawn to keep any bright light from entering the room. The only source of light comes from my desk lamp.
“Finally, you are awake. There is a glass of water next to your bed, dear. On your nightstand,” Hetty says softly.
Without looking in her direction, I gulp the glass of water in one go. I set the glass back down on the nightstand, and I slowly sit up in bed against the pillows slowly.
“Maybe we need to convince Sam and Jay to add an extension to the house,” Hetty suggests.
“I would still be called, Hetty,” I say holding out my hands. Hetty smiles to herself and comes over to me.
“Well need to figure out how to extend this power of yours. I very much would like to have some interrupted time with you. As well as moments where you are not fainting because of what I assume is stress,” She says.
“Hetty, you have plenty of uninterrupted time with me,” I say adjusting my position a little.
“Next time you are called, you are not answering,” Hetty says sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. She helps move the pillows to make me more comfortable.
“Is that an order from the Lady of the House?” I ask.
“Yes, it is, and it would be wise for the heiress to heed that order,” Hetty replies
“Hetty what if it’s an emergency?” I ask.
“Well Sam and Jay are back for a while, they will figure it out,” Hetty responds.
We sit in silence for a moment before I speak up again.
“You are fretting dear,” I say.
I see Hetty squint in disapproval, and I know I have hit a sore spot.
“You are having night terrors, you barely have an appetite, you are pale, and now you are fainting,” Hetty points out.
“Hetty I always have night terrors, some nights are just better than others. As for my appetite, I am just not hungry all the time. It just happens,” I brush of Hetty’s concern hoping that she would drop the subject soon. Then I remember this is Hetty, we will not be dropping this anytime soon.
“I hope you know that I do not believe you. Even more so since you still have yet to explain the fainting,” Hetty says standing up.
“Point proven,” I say to myself.
“It was one time! What can I say? I fall for your beauty every day,” I say hoping to lighten the mood.
“This is serious!” Hetty declares.
“Fine. What is it that you would like me to do?” I ask crossing my arms.
Hetty does the same, “I want you to go see a doctor.”
“Fine,” I say a bit exasperated. I’m in no mood to keep this going back and forth.
“You aren’t going to argue about it?” Hetty says a bit taken aback.
“I would not call this an argument. Do you want to argue about it?” I questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“No, you just have a stubborn streak. Therefore, I was expecting you to fight back a little,” Hetty says, her hand cradling my chin. She tilts my head up to meet her gaze.
“Well, we could argue, as you say, or we could kiss which could lead to some other things. I think a little love may be the best medicine I can get,” I prompted.
Hetty laughs brushing my lips with her thumb before getting up and leaving the room.
“What? So no kiss?” I sputtered.
—-----
Over the next week, my headache does not get any better. Now that Sam and Jay have returned, I do not have to worry about being up and ready to work as much. After hearing of my condition, Riley and Nadine were more than happy to help cover my hours.
Now I mainly lay in bed, and Hetty stays with me tending to my every need however she can. It is mainly her telling Sam that I need something, and then Sam bringing what was requested to me.
“You seem to have quite the motherly instincts,” I say.
“And if you tell anyone, I’ll cut your tongue out,” Hetty says. She continues to brush my hair.
“You wouldn’t, you like my tongue,” I say sticking my tongue out.
“Oh great, now you’ve gone delirious,” Hetty says no doubt rolling her eyes. Her arms wrap around me and sink back into her. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped in her arms.
“When do you have your appointment?” Hetty asks.
“Early tomorrow morning, Riley and Nadine are going to take me,” I respond.
Hetty hums in response.
“I am worried about you,” Hetty says quietly. If I weren’t so close to her, I probably would not have heard it.
“I know,” I say.
“I do not want to lose you,” Hetty says. Her voice is a bit thick, and I can tell she is fighting back tears.
“You won't,” I replied kissing her hand, “I promise,”
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The next morning, I wake up feeling slightly better than in previous days. I find it unusual that Hetty is not awake with me, but I let her rest. She was probably up fretting over me all night anyway. I get ready, and before leaving I leave a kiss on Hetty’s head. I whisper an “I love you,” and smile when I get soft snores in response. I quietly leave the room, and head down the stairs.
Riley already has my coat in hand ready for me to put it on. I slip into it, and Nadine helps to adjust the collar.
“You two are acting like I’m dying or something,” You whisper trying to lighten the mood.
They barely crack a smile, and I scoff.
“Guys I am fine. We are going to get me checked out, and they are going tell me I am fine, and then we will come back and live a life so good it could be a sit-com,” I say, “Now let’s go before everyone else wakes up and looks at me like I am going off to war and never coming home,”
That causes a snort to leave Riley and Nadine to laugh softly.
Riley offers to drive, and Nadine lets me sit in the back so I can sleep if I want to. The car starts, and I try to ignore the uneasy feeling that appears. I've had this feeling before, like a panic attack, but it feels way stronger this time. Instead of the usual impending sense of doom, I have an overwhelming sense that something horrible is about to happen.
“I’m fine,” I assure myself.
I take a steady breath, to calm myself.
As the car moves closer to the gate, I feel a build-up of energy. Almost like static electricity all over my body. My body begins to feel pulled almost as if I am being split in two different directions.
Summary: Henrietta is always one step ahead of Elias, and he hates it. Just when he thinks he has the upper hand, Hetty shows him up once more.
warnings/tags: fem!reader, EliasxReader (I know gross! nothing happens between them though, HettyxReader, AU, everyone is alive!
word count: 1.5k+
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You barely have the chance to close the door, before you are pushed up against the wall. Her lips attack yours as her hands grasp your hips.
“You haven’t even told me your name,” You say when her lips leave yours to place kisses on any open skin. Your knees nearly buckle when she finds a sensitive spot right behind your ear. Your hands reach out to hold her to help steady yourself.
“You do not need to know my name,” The woman says trying to go back to what she was doing.
“Well, what am I supposed to call out when you have you have me writhing in a fit of passion?” You ask hoping she might say something.
“Oh, she is a cheeky one,” Hetty thinks to herself.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something, kitten,” The woman purrs in your eye.
“Do you know how sexy your voice is?” You gasp when she licks the shell of your ear.
“So I have been told,” She says pulling away from you and bringing you towards her bedroom.
The first time you met Elias you wish you were a bit charmed. He was a smooth talker, and you enjoyed the attention he was giving you. Against your better judgment, you continued to see him. The two of you have been seeing each other for three months, and Elias takes care of you well. He showers you with gifts and lets you stay in his penthouse apartment while you try to land your big break as an actress. Many times Elias has tried to kiss you, but you dodge them easily. You tell him that it will take more than a few gifts to earn a kiss from you.
“Oh, you’re playing hard to get. I like this game. Just know that I will spare no expense,” He says one night before leaving the penthouse.
Though you still weren't sure of him things have been going well. At least until you noticed his face in the paper with another woman on your morning walk.
You snatch the paper from the stand as you study the picture. His arm wrapped around the other woman possessively. The woman's face in a tight smile waving to the cameras. Upon reading the article you realize that this woman was actually his wife, Henrietta Woodstone. The picture was taken at a gala, the same night that Elias sent you long-stemmed roses because he had to cancel your plans abruptly. Upon further inspection of the picture, you realize this is the woman you slept with a week ago. You slept with the wife of the man who has made you the object of his affection. “What kind of twilight zone shit did I get myself into?” You ask yourself.
You return the paper to the stand and continue your walk back to the apartment. You enter the apartment building and make a beeline to the elevator. You barely make it to the elevator when the doors slide back open. As you enter the elevator, you look up from your phone to thank the person who held the elevator for you. You cannot hold back the loud gasp when you lock your eyes with a familiar set of sapphire blue eyes. Losing your senses, your phone slips from your hands. "How much clumsier can I get," You ask yourself.
“Holy shit! I mean you’re…” You can barely form a sentence as you are face to face with none other than the pictured woman from earlier standing in front of you. “You really are beautiful.”
“Oh, so you can form a sentence. It is nice to know that my husband’s mistress is an educated one. Also word of advice, flattery will get you nowhere my dear, especially in your predicament,” The woman quickly bends her knees to pick up my phone and holds it out for me to grab it, “Get in, I believe we are both making the penthouse stop,”
You grab the phone from her hands and immediately throw it in your purse. You needed both hands free in case she tried to kill you. “Oh my gosh what if she tries to kill me!” You think to yourself.
The elevator seems to climb ever so slowly to the top floor. The two of you stand in silence, as the elevator climbs to the top floor at what seems like a snail's pace. When the elevator finally does reach the penthouse, Henrietta glides out with ease leaving you behind.
“Do not dawdle, enter” she drawls, “I do not have time for games.”
You drag your feet from the elevator and enter the penthouse. Your eyes are trained on the woman’s movements as she walks towards the bar. You make your way over to her direction, she is still looking for something behind the bar by the time you approach.
“Sit,” She says.
You do as you are told, absolutely captivated by the woman in front of you. If she were turned around, you would be able to see her smirk at your obedience.
“I am going to have fun with this one,” Hetty says to herself searching for a bottle of wine.
She finally spies the bottle of wine she has been looking for, and grabs it from its shelf. She places it in the quick chiller and grabs two wine glasses and places them in front of us.
“I assume you are okay with a pink moscato? We might as well have something to enjoy while we talk this out,”
“You want to talk?”
“I believe that is what I said. Now pink Moscato okay? I do not mind chilling another bottle, I am sure he has told you that you can have whatever it is you want,”
“Pink Moscato,” You repeat.
“Oh dear, I believe you must be in shock. Not to worry as you are not the first mistress I have encountered. I will say you are one of the prettier ones,” Henrietta says taking the wine from the chiller and pouring it into the glasses.
“You think I’m pretty?” I ask.
“If you are going to parrot everything I say then-”
You finally snap out of it, “I am sorry. You are right I am in shock, because there is no way I am in a penthouse with the wife of my -”
“Boyfriend?” Henrietta tries to answer for you.
You make a face and she laughs.
“You two are not official? Are you some long-term escort or something? Is he one of your top clients? Is that what I was to you?” Henrietta asks.
“Clients? No! I met him at one of my auditions,” You clarify.
“You’re a showgirl? This just keeps getting better,” Henrietta downs her glass in one go.
“Okay, I know you have the right to be the pissed-off wife. I am not negating that, but I need some filler as to what is going on because I think I might have a coronary,” You grab the glass of wine taking a swig.
“Well we do not want that,” Henrietta says pouring herself another glass, “Why don’t I start from the beginning.”
_END_
A/N: I have no clue what I am going to call this! Any ideas? Anyway please do not hate me for the EliasxReader pairing. It isn't and will not go anywhere lol. I am also on AO3 as Deviously_Elegant! I will be posting both here and there.
