#Hazel Callahan Drabble

[elsweetheart]

Startling Hazel by sitting on her lap at like a party… she’s kinda faded but then you come out and she’s like fuck my life????

yissss yipyipyipyipyip this ends kinda abruptly sorryyy ❀

whenever hazel gets drunk or high, she kinda gets this blissed out smirk on her face that just won’t budge. i mean, there’s a reason people call her ‘haze’, cos she’s all dazed and relaxed and adorable. she’s pretty sure she has sunk into the couch at this party, the music a low thrumming as she chuckles at a joke she didn’t even hear fully.

someone treads on a beer can making it crunch beneath their foot, followed by a light airy giggle which takes a few seconds to register as you in hazels mind. she looks up, suddenly and wide eyed like a deer caught in headlights — startled all the same as one too when you’re suddenly directly infront of her, smiling like you’d just won the lottery.

“haze!” your voice carries like a windchime over the filthy low bass and a dumb, open mouthed smile spreads on her face. she wanted to slap herself.

“hey, you!” she subconsciously mimics your tone, pressing her lips together and swallowing hard when you steady your tipsy self by placing your hands on her shoulders where she sits. by instinct, she rests her hands on your hips. fuck my life, she thinks. fuck me, she thinks again.

“theres literally nowhere to sit.” you roll your eyes light heartedly, and anyone else would have taken the hint but hazel just stares up at you, starstruck before her lips turn down and she shrugs casually.

“damn, that sucks.”

you blink for a second, not sure what to respond and simply giggle— which makes her laugh, even if she’s not sure what the two of you are laughing at. another voice that doesn’t belong to either of you cuts through.

“this is cute and all but jesus just sit would you?” pj tugs hazels shoulder so she leans back a little before physically grabbing you and placing you on hazels lap like you were little lego pieces for her to construct.

“jesus, man.” hazel is blushing, arms hovering for a second before wrapping around your waist. you suck in a breath and turn into her, clinging to her a little in satisfaction.

“just until a seat opens up, i guess.” you smile sheepishly, faces so close to one another and hazel shamelessly looks at your mouth when she responds.

“i— yeah… unless, well — i don’t actually mind you sitting here. i quite like it.” she blabs, immediately regretting it. god, why was she so fucking awkward?

“okay good, wanted to sit here all night.” your voice is quieter due to the proximity and if you weren’t sitting directly on her she’d probably start crossing her legs all tight.

your words sink in and she guffaws awkwardly, nearly choking on her spit. “you… really? here? like, on my lap?” she asks, bouncing you on her knee in gesture slightly. she didn’t mean anything by it, but you grip her a little tighter and go all doe eyed so she assumes she did something right.

“yeah! you look… you’re cute.” your smile just gets bigger and this time she can feel herself getting red hot. she assumes that’s why you’re giggling, which only makes things worse. she drops back, leaning against the couch cushions now and covers her face with both hands, rubbing the skin there as if trying to manually remove the tint.

“man, what the hell. fuck my life.” she groans and you giggle more, pulling her hands away to look at her and fixing her hair for her, your knuckles brushing her cheek as you twiddle some of the face framing strands. she stares at you like you hung the moon and stars.

“hazel…” you sigh, and it comes out a sort of whine. she swallows, eyes wide with deep intrigue, briefly scanning over your expression before meeting your eye again, sitting back up straight.

“yeah?” she breathes.

“why’re you blushing?” your cheeks push up, and she can tell you’re actually nervous too. she throws her hands up a little, gesturing to your position.

“you try having a pretty girl in your lap, hello?”

“you think i’m pretty?” you’re practically twirling your hair.

“uh-huh.” her voice is soft, soft enough to melt you closer to her.

“you ever kiss pretty girls?” she can feel your breath over her mouth. she swallows, like she’s trying to snack on your oxygen.

“w—uh…” she was never good with words, so she leans forward and kisses you instead. you ignore pj and josie nudging eachother in your peripheral, hazels hand coming to hold your jaw to keep you where she wanted you.

you didn’t expect her to be this good, jesus.

[ellieslaces]

KISSING LESSONS.

featuring: hazel callahan x fem!cheerleader!reader

synopsis: Hazel’s worst decision was to join her friend’s fight club, until she met you. or, really got to know you, she knew you, you just didn’t know her. she never thought a cheerleader, much less one of the prettiest girls in the school, would ever pay attention to her. until you did.

content warnings: harsh language; mentions of violence; internalized homophobia; light smut; kissing (wlw); so much loser lesbianism; some homophobic slang (faggot, munch)

notes: mentions of violence (duh, it’s lesbian fight club); mentions of reader being bisexual (more toward women tho); homophobic slang (faggot, munch, etc) ; there is no real smut in this as i do not write explicit content containing minors.

word count: 3.13k

chloe talks: watched bottoms and then hyperfixated on Hazel for two weeks before I decided to write this. God, I need her so bad. Chloe has a type doesn’t she? (soft mascs make me hhnngg). hazels so fucking cute I need her to kiss me ok bye. <3 (also, I hate the way this turned out, I’m so sorry it’s terrible)

now playing: kissing lessons ; lucy dacus

Fight Club — a popular 1990’s film, that’s all those two words had ever meant to you. You’d never even seen the film, you just knew it was fucking gay, despite it not actually being about the hot topic of homosexuality amongst young men (or women, in your case). But, I digress.

It had been your friends, Isabel and Brittany, who managed to get your ass to attend your school’s resident Fight Club. A women’s Fight Club. How fucking gay. Oh well, it would teach you how to defend yourself properly. Which, in this day and age — or any day and age of we’re honest — is horribly necessary.

It shouldn’t be, but knowing how to beat the shit out of a grown man is something you should know how to do. Self defense isn’t a topic to be taken lightly, and it seemed PJ and Josie knew this.

PJ and Josie — or faggot #1 and faggot #2 as the school knew more endearingly — where the school’s resident ‘ugly and untalented gays’, as Jeff and his little crew liked to say. Really, you suspected they were all just pissed because the girls knew their way around a pussy better than any of them did. They wouldn’t know the clit if it slapped them in the face.

It had been about two weeks into the girls’ club that Isabel and Britany attended for the first time. They showed up to cheer practice the following day with busted lips and bruised faces. At first, you hadn’t known what happened. Maybe Jeff’s dramatics had finally gotten the better of him. But no, they had willingly gotten beaten up for the sake of learning how to better throw a punch.

Finally, after hours upon hours of begging and pleading, Britany and Isabel got you to attend a meeting. You had walked in, nerves wrecking your body as you trailed unsurely behind the two girls you considered your best friends. You trusted them, they wouldn’t let something bad happen.

You had planned to spend your first meeting simply observing, but PJ tried so hard to convince you to join in. She almost even pushed you into the fucking ring. When you finally conceded, you were face to face with Hazel Callahan.

You knew of her, but you didn’t know her. You’d passed her a few times in the hall, you had a science class with her. Jeff said she was another one of those ‘loud mouth munches’ — to which you nearly punched him square in the nose had he not been Isabel’s boyfriend and a complete moron.

Hazel seemed nice, she’d smiled in your direction when you walked into the gym. It was a nice gesture, no matter the awkward air it held. You felt sort of bad for putting her in the situation she was in, even though it was PJ’s fault that she now had to fight you.

You stood awkwardly, fists raised in a defensive position, eyes on Hazel as she stood in front of you. She smiled again, still awkward as it had been when you walked in. You were set on not getting the shit beat out of you.

As soon as PJ’s whistle sounded, you barely gave Hazel a chance to move. She’d shifted on her feet, sending a spark of fear through you, causing you to send a punch straight to her face. You’d gasped, watching her face scrunch up as her own hands flew up to cup her nose.

“Oh my God, I’m so fucking sorry.” You cried, stepping forward, ignoring the claps and cheers falling obnoxiously from PJ’s lips.

Hazel let out a choked laugh, brows raised as she held her nose. “No uh, nice hit. Fuck, that was a good one.” She blinked rapidly, momentarily lowering her hands.

You let out a small squeak as you saw that her nose was indeed bleeding. “Shit, your nose.” You stepped forward again, trying to find something to stop the bleeding. But of course, there wasn’t anything you had on you.

“Alright, Hazel’s fine. Let’s move on.” PJ droned, giving her whistle another sharp blow — she really abused her whistle privileges, you thought as you ushered Hazel toward the bleachers.

Hazel gave a thumbs up — her hand covered in blood that dripped from her nose — as she walked toward the bleachers. No one seemed to notice other than you as you walked with her. You felt so bad, so terrible because now this girl was bleeding because of you.

“I’m sorry,” you weakly apologized again, sitting in front of her on the bleachers, looking frantically around for something to give her to stop the bleeding.

“It’s okay, I’m okay.” Hazel shook her head, trying to convince you she was fine. Even though you both knew she wasn’t.

“Uh fuck, there isn’t anything — don’t do that.” You’d cut yourself off quick, voice deadpanned.

Hazel paused, her head half leaning backward as she looked over in your direction. Her ringed fingers pinched the bridge of her nose — it seemed she’d had the idea to lean her head back to stop the bleeding.

“Lean your head forward, not backward. If you go backwards, the blood could go into your lungs. Go forward and let it drip out.” You instructed, pulling her hand down gently by her wrist, moving to take off your cardigan so she could hold it below her face to catch the blood as it dripped.

“How do you know that?” Hazel questioned, brows pulled in a frown as she leaned her face forward so the blood could freely drip from her nose onto the bundle of fabric in her hands.

“I had to get a certificate to be able to babysit.” You shrugged, moving the strands of hair from her face without thinking about it. When you’d realized what you’d done, you froze, dropping your hand in embarrassment, muttering a sad ‘sorry’ again.

Hazel shook her head, not responding verbally to your millionth apology. Your cheeks warmed, suddenly so embarrassed for an entirely different reason. Not just for punching Hazel square in the nose, but you’d managed to embarrass yourself by noticing just how pretty she was.

Hazel sat on the bottom row of the bleachers in the gym, watching the rest of the group fight each other in turns, different girls winning. Some had busted lips, others a myriad of bruises spattered across their faces.

You took the time to notice just how pretty Hazel was — a sharp jawline that would make Jeff jealous, brunette hair that mussed in just the right way and looked so goddamn soft, her nose that was long and straight save for the small bump in the bridge that made your throat constrict. God, she really was a sight. How hadn’t you noticed sooner?

Maybe it was the fact that Hazel wasn’t in your social circle. You were a cheerleader, friends with Isabel and Britany, the focus of stares. Hazel was a loser — in the kindest and most endearing way — someone who wasn’t popular. Someone who had hardly any friends. And despite the fact that today was maybe the third time in your entire life you’d ever spoken to her, you wanted to be one of her friends.

A quick, sharp quip of PJ’s whistle brought you back to the present, her loud voice announcing the day’s session was over. You blinked, looking away from Hazel. Who somehow didn’t seem to notice you’d just spent the past five or so minutes just studying her face.

She turned to you, eyes apologetic as she held out your crumpled cardigan in her hands. “It’s really bloody, sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. You can keep it,” you shook your head, holding out your hand. It was only after the words came out of your mouth that realized how stupid that sounded. “I mean, it’s just, you don’t have to give it back. I don’t like it that much anyways. And it’ll probably stain. That sounds bad, I’m sorry.”

Hazel smiled a little at your words that seemed to stumble out of your mouth. You regretted every single one of them. You moved to take the cardigan anyway, acting as if you hadn’t told her to just keep it. But she pulled it back.

“I’ll wash it.” She said simply, standing. There were specks and smears of dried blood on and below her nose. You felt another pang of guilt then, seeing that your punch would definitely cause a bruise across her nose.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” You shook your head, standing as well. Isabel and Britany stood a few feet away, clearly waiting for you to come over. You didn’t want to though, for some reason.

“It’s fine. I’ll see you at the next meeting right?” Hazel asked, not relenting and continuing to hold the cardigan in her hands as she started to back away.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so.” You shrugged, somewhat embarrassed. You didn’t really want to come back. Not since you’d punched Hazel and made her bleed on your first meeting. But, maybe this would be a good incentive to come back. To see her.

“Cool,” Hazel grinned, nodding in your direction before she walked toward where PJ and Josie stood. You remained sentient for a moment, hands folded in front of your lap as you watched Hazel.

“Jesus, you hit hard.” Isabel’s voice rang in your ears as she and Britany approached, the latter’s eyes wide as she looked at your hand.

“Might want to wash your hands,” the girl motioned to your dominant hand — the knuckles were spotted in blood from where you’d punched Hazel and blood had immediately started to pour from her nose.

Your eyes latched onto the specks of blood on your knuckles, brows creased as you stared. Bright, rusty red adorned the skin of your knuckles, bits of Hazel Callahan’s DNA there. It was strange, but it made you smile.

The attendance of the fight club had steadily grown — girls coming to the gym after school to brush up on their combat skills. All in preparation for the upcoming football game against Huntington. The fear ever since one girl had gotten attacked by one of the boys and word had gotten around about it.

So, attendance had spiked, the ‘female solidarity’ — as PJ liked to call it — had risen in the school, even the girls were kinder and nicer to one another. And your mind was muddled with constant pictures and thoughts of Hazel Callahan.

It was confusing — you’d never felt such a strong connection to someone you hardly knew. Hazel was as much a mystery to you as the rest of the ‘ugly, untalented gays’. Meaning she was a huge fucking mystery. Sure, you were vaguely aware that her parents had divorced, and that the girl mostly kept in the background in school. But other than that, Hazel was purely mysterious to you. And you found yourself wanting to know more.

To remedy thhs, you continued to attend fight club, naturally. Yes, you shared a class or two with the girl, but nowhere else did you have the chance to actually interact with her. To converse with her, hear her voice, see her smile. God, what a loser you were.

It wasn’t until two weeks later that you’d come to realize how disgustingly and embarrassingly obvious your infatuation with Hazel was. And what made it worse — it was PJ who brought it to your attention.

“Yo!” PJ’s obnoxious voice rang through the gym as you stood in the circle with the rest of the girls, watching Silvia and Brittany spar, your name on the girl’s lips as she spoke. “Quick eye-fucking Hazel and pay attention! Huntington is like, two weeks away.”

Your cheeks flamed a bright red as you sunk into yourself, shoulders curling in. God, you wanted a chance at PJ in that ring to strangle the fuck out of her for that. Your eyes quickly cut over to where Hazel stood — her own cheeks dusted with light pink as she avoided your gaze.

Great, now she probably wouldn’t talk to you at all. Fuck PJ and her obnoxious, loud mouth. Your embarrassment was not short lived as the fight club went on. You couldn’t look in Hazel’s direction at all as you waited out the meeting until its end so you could retreat with your tail between your legs and never show your face in this gym again.

It was as you shouldered your backpack, heart still racing, stomach still uneasy with embarrassment that you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You turned, eyes going wide as you were face to face with Hazel. Your eyes trailed down to a bundle of fabric in her hands.

“Sorry it took so long, but uh, I got the blood out.” She held out what turned out to be your cardigan. The cardigan that you’d leant her two weeks ago when you’d punched her too hard.

“Um, you didn’t have to do that.” You said, offering a sheepish smile as she held out the cardigan. You gingerly took it, eyes locked on Hazel’s face. As you grabbed it, you swore you could feel a spark when your fingers brushed against hers. A fucking spark — cliche but true.

It was silent between you two for a moment before Hazel shook her head, jutting her thumb over her shoulder. “Sorry about PJ. Things kind of come out of her mouth without her brain processing first.”

Yikes, Hazel meant the ‘eye-fucking’ comment. You offered a small, horribly obvious chuckle. “Yeah, I kinda noticed.”

There was another long stretch of silence between you and Hazel, your lips pulled to the side as you held the folded — she’d fucking folded it, Jesus she was adorable — cardigan in your hands. It was strange, but not too uncomfortable. Like that stupid thing from Pulp Fiction, the right person is someone that silence isn’t awkward with.

“I wasn’t eye-fucking you.” You blurted. Great, you made it awkward again. A small groan fell from your lips, head dropping as you closed your eyes with a frown. You shook your head. “Sorry, I dunno what’s wrong with me today.”

“PJ’s just jealous.” Hazel offered with a small laugh. How could one solidarity laugh sound so beautiful?

“Of what?” You asked gingerly, looking up to meet her eyes. For some reason, you were weary of her answer.

“That you aren’t giving her attention. Besides, I don’t think she’d know what to do with your attention anyway, you’re so pretty.” She said it not as an insult to PJ — or at least it didn’t sound like it — but more as an obvious fact. And you were stunned because Hazel had just called you pretty.

You were at a loss. A true loss. How the hell were you supposed to respond to that? So, like an idiot, you just stared at her blankly, eyes confused and wide.

Her own eyes went wide, brows furrowed as a worried look crossed her features. “Shit, was that too much? Too much. Fuck.” Her voice lowered as she cursed, brows knit together.

“No! Not too much, I just… I just didn’t think you thought I was pretty too.” You shrugged, quick to correct her. Quick to reassure that you were flattered and not weirded out.

“I mean yeah, of course I do.” Hazel nodded, her voice soft, words intentional like her statement was an obvious fact.

A smile spread across your face, cheeks warm again. You weren’t sure why, but you suddenly felt so much about Hazel. You’d never had a crush on a girl before. It was new and strange, but you definitely thought this was a crush.

“Thanks.” You whispered, eyes darting down to the cardigan in your hands for a moment before going back to looking up at Hazel. “For the compliment, and bringing back my cardigan. You didn’t have to wash it.”

“It’s fine, I wanted to. It’s a nice cardigan.” Hazel shrugged. It seemed she was at a loss for what to say around you too.

The gym was near empty by now — Josie and PJ chattering away in the far corner, and Isabel and Brittany waiting for you (but not paying attention to anyone but themselves) by the gym doors a few feet away.

So, due to the empty state of the gym and the disgustingly thick tension between you and Hazel, you stepped forward, pressing a quick and gentle kiss to her cheek.

This took the girl by surprise. Her eyes went wide as your lips pressed to her soft cheek. You leaned back, her brows creased as she watched you.

“Thanks,” you said again, with a shrug. Letting her know that was your way of thanking her. Small, but meaningful to you.

It was a long moment that you stood there, Hazel staring at you with wide eyes. For a couple of long seconds, you thought you’d fucked up. Misread the situation, mistook the tension for something else. But, you were proven wrong as she leaned forward, closing the distance between you by pressing her mouth to yours.

“You’re welcome.” She murmured as she leaned back, your eyes wide now from processing that Hazel had just kissed. That you’d just had your first girl-kiss. Fucking scary, but nice. You liked it. Liked her.

“I’ve never done that.” You whispered, blinking rapidly to ground yourself. “With, with a girl, I mean.” You corrected yourself almost instantly.

You’d kissed a guy or two before. Sadly, your first ever kiss was Tim at the ninth grade freshman dance. He was a bad kisser and you hated it. But, you liked how Hazel kissed. Despite it being a quick peck, it was full of intention and it was gentle too.

Hazel shrugged, a small half smile forming on her lips. “Maybe I can give you lessons.”

You grinned, laughing a little as you nodded, backing away toward the gym doors, needing to escape before you said anything else stupid. “Yeah, that’d be nice. I’ll send you my address.”

“Okay,” Hazel nodded, grinning widely to herself as you mentioned her coming over.

You almost skipped as you walked out of the gym, trailing behind Isabel and Brittany as the girls chittered away, the prospect that Hazel would be giving you fucking kissing lessons. You held the bundle of fabric close to your chest as you walked to your car. And it was then you noticed it smelled like Hazel. The detergent, obviously. But, there was something else that was just Hazel. And you never wanted it to go away. Maybe, you could wear it while she gave you kissing lessons that night.

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leave your heart alone until it beats for me – hazel callahan

— life is filled with uncertainties, with you being hazel's biggest.

pining. hazel is whipped but doesn't want to do anything about it.

hazel was aware about your existence even before the fight club started. you were the person who usually sits at the third row in every class that you both share. not too far from the board that every important information taught by the teacher would be drowned out by the noises of your classmates, but not too close to the board either that you'd need to pretend to be interested in the teacher's life story. you were the person that she once caught napping on the bleachers that one time she decided to watch the cheerleaders' train, purely out of boredom because she doesn't want to go home yet. you were the person who borrowed one of her pens but never returned because as soon as the class ended, you were already out the door. but she's not complaining because she has a lot of pens (that was her favorite pen and she is too shy to ask for it back).

when you entered through the gymnasium doors, hazel was surprised. she did not expect you to join the fight club because... well... you're you. you are the living embodiment of a celestial being in her eyes. a doll who came to life and is somehow in rockbridge falls. to her, you were the most beautiful girl to ever walk in the hallways of this hellhole. every time she saw you leaning by your locker chatting with isabel and brittany, you were somehow bathed in sunlight even though there was little to no natural light entering the school's halls. to her, your radiating beauty is so strong that the bathroom stall that you were in was somehow illuminating (your phone's flashlight was accidentally turned on that time). she didn't want to see your face painted in black and blue, and she definitely didn't want to be the one causing those nasty bruises.

she, however, did paint your face black and blue. her face was also in the same state. "twinsies!" you exclaimed with a huge grin on your swollen face and blood dripping down your nose, which hazel found extremely endearing. unbeknownst to her, the rest of the fight club took notice of this and made it their life's mission to pair you up in everything. from training to studying to even going to the bathroom. because of this, the two of you became close. pj and brittany had an ongoing bet on who will confess first: pj is betting on hazel while brittany is betting on you. but days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months and eventually, the both of them forgot about their bet.

you and hazel are good friends at this point but she knows deep down that she just doesn't want to be friends with you. she wants to be more. she wants you to look at her like how she looks at you. she wants you to notice the quick longing glances that she would take whenever you are together and the way her hand would lightly graze yours whenever you're walking beside each other. she wants you to return her pen and jokingly steal it from her because that's what girlfriends do. she had contemplated on confessing the feelings that she harbors for you but every time she would find herself typing the words she had always wanted to say, she would delete and forget about her phone until it rings again.

life is filled with uncertainties, but to hazel, you are her biggest uncertainty. she doesn't want to get rid of her friendship with yours. heck, she's not even sure if you like her the same way. do you even like her? are you just being nice to her? is she even worth your time? thoughts like these plague her mind every time she's in bed. she doesn't want to force you to like her, no. that's the last thing that she wants. she wants you to like her for who she is and to fall for her naturally.

until that time comes, hazel will wait for you until your heart beats for her.

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I don’t know if anyone would be interested but I would love to do some head canons/one shots between chapters of the main fic im working on right now if anyone has any requests:)

I’ve only written for Robin and Hazel so far but would be open to writing other characters!

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morning conversations gone wrong (or right?)

pairing: roommate!hazel callahan x female!reader

contains/warnings: college!au drabble (is this considered a drabble), fluff, kinda ooc hazel?, not proofread bc again, my mantra is live fast die young bad girls do it well

word count: 1k

author's yap notes: this has been sitting in the drafts for the longest time ugh i hope it's cute bc i thought it was cute bye i love this prompt for hazel and supposedly ruby's tslocg character ash. also, happy new year <33

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The air outside the sorority house where the party of the month was held was cool, carrying a hint of morning dew that left one's skin tingling. It was 6 am already, and all the partygoers were either sprawled out somewhere in the house or stumbling over to a nearby store or home.

You were, amusingly, the latter.

Hazel walked a little ahead of you, hands stuffed in her jacket's pockets, posture quite stiff. She was always like this whenever she was nervous about something, and right now, you knew why.

"You didn't have to fetch me and walk me back, Haze," you slurred, leaning on the lamppost for a short break when you started getting dizzy. She raised an eyebrow at you, smiling at the irony of what you just said.

She waited for a while for you until the two of you could start walking back to your shared dorm again. She glanced back for a moment, slowing down so that you could keep up. "Could've fooled me when you almost fell into the punch bowl when I arrived."

You held up a finger, "Okay, that wasn't my fault. It got in the way when I was dancing!"

Hazel snorted, probably unable to hide it at how ridiculous you sounded, but didn't say anything else. You could feel the small smile playing on her face that she hid from you. It made your chest feel tighter than any alcohol could ever affect you.

You two continued to walk in silence for another block, the familiar tension increasing between you until the time came for it to snap. She kept avoiding your very obvious stare, looking anywhere as long as it wasn't you. That was when you stopped, running to the middle of the road, declaring, "Okay, that's it."

Your roommate froze, spinning around, and you saw confusion flashed across her face. "What are you doing? Come back here!"

"Nope!" you huffed and crossed your arms, planting your feet firmly on the ground. "Not until you tell me!" The alcohol was really making you too bold and playful for your own good.

Hazel started to go closer to you, nervousness obviously replacing every emotion in her features. "Tell you what? C'mon, y/n, get back here!" The pink blush creeping up face betrayed her, and you knew she knew what you were talking about. Even the pitch of her voice had gone slightly higher.

"That you like me!" you said matter-of-factly. "I'm not moving until you stop beating around the bush and confess!"

She blinked a couple of times like you had just transformed into an alien. You only gave her a silly smile when she asked, "Are you serious?"

"I'm not moving, am I?"

The street was empty that Saturday morning, and you could tell Hazel was thankful for that at least. The streetlights had already closed, giving way to the warm, natural sunlight enveloping the surroundings.

She then took a hesitant step toward you, brows furrowing, but you held your ground. She shakily reminded you, "You're drunk." She wanted to be firm with you, but there was a slight waver in her tone that she couldn't hide from you at that moment.

You cock an eyebrow in response. "I'm drunk but not stupid— and I'm still certainly aware!" You pouted at her small, skeptical frown. "Okay, maybe a little less aware than normal— but I know when someone's into me! The way you act around me says it all. You're not exactly that subtle."

Hazel finally let out a hand and ran it through her hair, another nervous tic you had memorized by now. She walked towards you and reached out, trying to coax you to go back to the sidewalk. "C'mon, n/n, let's go. I don't want you to get hurt."

You didn't budge once again. "Not until you admit it~"

She groaned out load, putting her face in her hands. "Why does it even matter?" she called out, a bit frustrated based on the redness of her face that cold morning. "You're drunk; you won't remember this when you wake up."

"I like you, Hazel," you suddenly told her, catching her off-guard.

You two stayed silent again for some time, unmoving, even when a motorcycle had passed by, beeping at you. Her shoulders visibly slumped, and for a second, you thought she was going to deny once again, skirting around the truth like she always did. But then, she looked at you, as if staring past your eyes and straight into your soul. Her expression was soft and vulnerable, in a way she had never let you see before.

"Fine," she whispers, closing the distance between the two of you, "I like you, okay? I've liked you since the day we met at the dorms. You're so nice and random, and you accepted me and introduced me to a new world. I like it when you steal my hoodies, but you know I would punch someone else who would do that. Ever since our moving in day, you've been the best part of every day in my life, which scares me so much because I don't wanna mess up what we have. You're also one of my best friends now..."

Your heart skipped a beat, not expecting that kind of confession. It was cold outside, but the heat from the adrenaline and your adoration for Hazel made that disappear that completely.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" you teased, but voice softer to assure her that it was out of affection.

Hazel rolled her eyes, but you knew there was no sarcasm behind it when you saw her familiar giddy smile. "You're so insufferable, y/n."

"Yet you like me~" you sang, holding out your hand this time for her.

She smiled, taking it and lacing your fingers together, "Are you done being dramatic now? Can we go?"

"I'm good now," you told her, planting a soft peck on her cheek.

Hazel shook her head, a bigger smile tugging at her lips. "You're impossible. Thank goodness I like you."

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The Red Means I Love You (OC X Canon Week 2025)

Cowritten with @mrprettywhenhecries for @theocxcanonweek

Word count: 1,3k | Prompt: It was always you!... Always has been. Always will be | Pairing: Hazel Callahan x Blossom Bellamy

Warning: mention of fighting and blood

A/n: While my mental health won't let me finish the second chapter of my Stranger Things x Bottoms fic, please enjoy our little drabble lol this event has been so much fun, thank you to everyone involved and thank you to my amazing writing partner.

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After the massacre that went down during what was supposed to be the big football game of the season, all the girls involved in the fight club were celebrated by the school, but not so much by the police.

It took a long time for them to explain everything to the cops, how the whole plan was to kill Jeff with an allergic reaction and how they were attacked first and only acted in self-defense.

Blossom was leaving the station after an hour long play-by-play where the cops seemed more entertained than anything by the tale. She was still sweaty, tired, and partially covered in blood (her own and her opponent's). That wasn't what she was really worried about though, she was thinking of that damn kiss. PJ kissed Hazel in the heat of the moment to attract everyone's attention and rescue Jeff.

That damn kiss...

"Hey, you okay?" Hazel asked, noticing the far-off look in the other girl's eyes as she fell into step with her. "I mean, other than, well, y'know..." she said, gesturing to the cuts and bruises littered across their bodies and the splatter of blood and grass stains covering their clothes.

"I'm fine," Blossom sighed. How could someone recovering from an ungodly beating like Hazel still look so pretty? Her nose was broken and the area around her eyes was still bruised... that was... hot?

"You sure? You kinda seem out of it," she pressed, frowning in concern. She couldn't help but worry.

"I just killed like five dudes with my bare hands..." the girl chuckled, but that wasn't the reason she was so upset. "But um- I didn't know you and PJ were together, you could've told me."

"Right, right, yeah," Hazel chuckled ruefully, rubbing the back of her neck until Blossom's last words hit her and she gave a jerk.

"Uh, we're not, together, I mean," she exclaimed. "I dunno how PJ feels, but it's not like that. For me, at least," she exclaimed, stumbling over her words in her haste to set the record straight.

"I saw you two kissing earlier, you kissed back and all," Blossom sat on a bench near a huge tree. "You seemed to like it. You even... put your hand on the back of her neck."

"O-oh," the short girl murmured, chewing her lip as she slowly sat down next to B. "It was just for the distraction," she said, frowning slightly. "I guess I got a little carried away," she murmured.

"Yeah... well, that's fine. You know Sylvie asked me out the other day, she really scares me and her stepdad called me pretty girl... but I guess I could say yes," Blossom's voice cracked a little thinking about her only option now.

"What, no!" Hazel exclaimed, a horrified expression crossing her battered face. "I-I mean, I don't think you should," she spluttered, going red, her gaze falling to her sneakers.

"Probably not, but there isn't a huge variety of girls who listen to Girl in Red in our town. I don't wanna wait until college to live my lesbian fairytale teenage romance," B huffed.

"I listen to Girl in Red..." Hazel said quietly, glancing over at her.

"But you were just sucking face with the most obnoxious girl in our grade! Can't you see you bloody hurt my feelings, Hazel?" Blossom snapped.

The short tomboy flinched. "When I kissed her back... I was imagining it was you," she whispered, tugging at the hem of her tank top.

"Oh don't piss on my leg and tell me it's raining!" B groaned and got up to leave. "If you didn't like me, you just had to stop flirting back whenever I was being an idiot and flirting with you!"

“Wait!” Hazel exclaimed, jumping to her feet and grabbing Blossom’s arm. “I meant it. I like you, a lot!”

"How am I supposed to believe that? It seemed like you were enjoying the kiss, I saw it!" She turned with her eyes filled with tears.

“I told you, I was imagining you!” Hazel cried, her stomach twisting at the sight of her tears. “You’re the one I want, B. I-I’m crazy about you, but I was too afraid to tell you. I mean, I know everyone just kinda tolerates me. I get it! I was scared maybe you felt the same way.”

"No! Where did you even get that from? I don't tolerate you, nobody tolerates you... you're funny, pretty, kind, and you know so much about bombs!" Blossom couldn't help but chuckle. "You're a great fighter and the heart of our fight club. Not to mention, you dressing like a grandpa is quite charming actually."

Hazel’s lips pulled into a small hopeful smile. “I mean, you heard what PJ said about me,” she said. “Why would I wanna be with someone who thinks that way?”

"You're right... she was wrong about you and about your mum. Jeff totally took advantage of her being lonely," Blossom mumbled. "I thought you accepted PJ's apologies though."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I like her," she said. "Do I really dress like a grandpa?" She asked with a laugh.

"Yeah, kinda," B chuckled. "Except when you put on a singlet under your baggy button-up shirts... they make you look... so good."

Hazel looked down at her blood-splattered tank top and grinned, looking back up at her. "You're the one that looks good," she murmured, stepping closer, her bright blue eyes studying Blossom's face as she wet her lips.  

"Oh, fuck it," she breathed, throwing caution to the wind and surging forward to kiss her, her hands grasping Blossom's waist as their lips collided.

She gently wrapped her arms around the shorter girl, kissing her back slowly, still very cautious despite the fluttering in her chest.

"I didn't... want it to be like this," she admitted. "Not with us covered in blood after that massive fight. We smell horrible and I look horrible. I wish it was a special magical moment."

"Oh... I'm sorry..." Hazel exclaimed, stepping backward. "I didn't think about any of that. I just... wanted to kiss you so bad. Besides, I don't think you look horrible," she added, frowning.

"I wanted to kiss you too... it's just, I'll remember the first time we kissed for the rest of my life," Blossom held her hands. "But I guess every good memory has a little bit of bad in it, just like some bad memories have a little bit of good."

"Exactly," Hazel exclaimed, pulling her back in. "I think this moment is special just because it's with you," she murmured.

"I like you so much," B whispered against her lips before kissing her again. "Maybe we should be like... girlfriends," she suggested timidly.

"I'd like that," Hazel agreed, taking B's face between her hands. "I've liked you since the beginning. It was always you, always has been, always will be."

"You should've said something... instead of talking about bomb-making for hours," Blossom chuckled, she understood that Hazel had a special way to show affection by sharing her special interests and info-dumping.

"Yeah, maybe I should've," she chuckled ruefully. "You just seemed genuinely interested and I really like talking to you," she explained.

"I am genuinely interested, what interests you, interests me," Blossom wrapped her arm around her girlfriend's shoulder. "I could talk to you about anything and love every second of it."

"Me too, but maybe next time you should do more talking," she chuckled, resting her head against B's shoulder.

"Or maybe we should do even less talking..." the taller girl whispered in her ear. "And put our mouths to better use."

Hazel's face flushed red, but a wide grin tugged at her lips. "I like the sound of that."

"How about we take a shower, order some pizza, and find a movie to watch?" Blossom suggested. "All that fighting made me hungry."

[elsweetheart]

omg idk if this is ok to ask since you’ve never written for hazel but like what do you think her reaction to you mindlessly wearing a super short skirt in front of her would be like… maybe ur like freshly into the relationship n didn’t have sex yet so she’d go crazy i 🤭

no because she’s so silly and awkward but like so horny ♡

waiting in line for your iced latte at the university cafe and she’s backed up a few steps, literally removing her arm from around your shoulder so she can ogle at you without looking like a total creep. you look back to glance at her and she nearly does a full spin trying to pretend she wasn’t looking — and she wasn’t! honest! she was trying to read the rhinestone lettering on the tiny pink skirt that just happened to be spelling something out across your ass!

you didn’t even say anything or acknowledge her gaze, and yet excuses come tumbling suddenly — “n-no—i wasn’t — you had a…” she waves her hand like she’s casting a fucking spell, mumbling something about a stain and your attention is captured again by the barista handing over your drink, paying no attention to hazels rambling as it certainly wasn’t out of character. it’s only back in the safety of your dorm when she brings it up again, because she quite literally cannot keep her eyes off the skirt so she figured she should say something, you know out of politeness.

“so, ‘that a new skirt or?” she trails off hoping it sounded casual and nonchalant. you stand from where you’re sat at your desk, absolutely elated that she noticed the tiny skirt you wore just for her, and she’s breaking into a grin of her own at how cute you were when you were excited. god, she was down dreadful.

“yes! i literally went to get it from the post room yesterday, it’s so cute — it says spoiled across the ass look!” you turn around, twisting at the waist to look down at it yourself. hazels eyes widen naturally, rubbing her sweaty hands on her knees, self soothing so she didn’t nut in her pants there and then. the swell of your ass peeks from beneath the skirt, having ridden up and her mouth waters. she wants to bite the flesh there, not in a weird way or anything just… shit.

“y—i mean, yeah it’s…” she stands up, wandering over to you gently slapping her fist into the palm of her opposing hand, smile fading into more of a smirk— not cocky just… relaxed. whatever it was, it made you bat your lashes a little. “you kinda have this thing where you look good in everything you wear?” she squints, leaning back a little, her voice getting higher as if she was gently breaking news to you. “but the skirt is really pretty. you’re really pretty.” she smiles simply.

you feel all hot in the face and appreciated, rolling your glossy lips over eachother (which she doesn’t miss, her eyes flickering downwards chanting ‘oh fuck’ in her head undoubtably.) “well im glad. i did buy it because like… i don’t know, wanted you to like it.” you get all shy on her and she smiles even bigger.

“well i definitely do. a little too much.”

you giggle and so does she, your fingers interlocking where they hang before you lift them up, looking up sweetly through your lashes to kiss the ring on her knuckle. she shouldn’t get a shiver up her spine from that, because it was pretty innocent— but she was having some urges all of a sudden. she gently shakes a hand free and cups your cheek. “you uh— missed my mouth.” her voice gets breathy towards the end of the sentence as she closes in, pressing her lips to yours.

[ellieslaces]

thinking about the first time Hazel sees you in fight club <3 (wc: 1.29k)

(aka: a little drabble to tide everyone over until the next chapter of can’t catch me now.)

there’s something about you, maybe the fact that you’re not someone that would usually talk to Hazel. or even be in her presence. but, one afternoon when you wander into the fight club after school, her heart stops.

her pen that was previously scribbling against the paper of her notebook came to a pause. you just looked so… pretty standing there. all wide eyes and confused looks as you gripped the straps of your book bag, standing in the doorway to the gym.

of course Hazel didn’t say anything, her heart lodged in her throat which rendered her absolutely speechless. so, PJ had taken notice, telling you to quote, unquote ‘quit standing there like a dick wipe and get in here’.

thankfully, you hadn’t taken offense, the most stunning grin spreading across your face as you quickly stripped off your backpack and abandoned it by the bleachers, jogging into the gym to join the group of girls.

everyone was stationed in a circle, watching the previously chosen pair of girls wrestle in the middle of the circle. your eyes were wide, lips formed in a small ‘o’ shape. God, she wanted to look at your lips forever.

maybe it was the sheer wonder in your eyes as you watched the two girls throw punches and kicks and knock each other to the ground that made Hazel wonder if you liked girls. or just the fact that she’d so easily and clearly formed an instant crush on you. how cliché.

Hazel continued to very creepily stare at you until PJ blew her obnoxiously loud whistle, her eyes scanning the circle for the next pair of girls to spar. Josie let out a small groan as she saw PJ put two and two together — something very rare for the girl — to see that Hazel hadn’t taken her eyes off of you since you walked in.

she declared you and Hazel were up to spar. Hazel quickly came back to reality, her eyes wide and darting between PJ and you. you, who just now noticed Hazel. your eyes scanned her up and down, making the girl’s eyes widen further.

with PJ’s annoying instructions to enter the circle, Hazel abandoned her notes and stumbled into the circle where you waited.

“I’ll go easy, if you want. Since it’s your first meeting.” Hazel suggested meekly with a small smile and shrug.

“don’t you dare, Callahan.” you shook your head with a breathtakingly wide grin.

so you knew her name. that sent her for a loop as PJ blew her whistle again, commencing the spar. in fact, Hazel was so distracted by the fact that you knew her name, she failed to dodge the punch you threw her way.

your fist came into contact with her stomach, sending her doubling over, arms clasped over her midsection as a groan tumbled from her lips. you grimaced at your own actions but remembered you were fighting. just about anything goes.

“sorry,” you whispered, eyes holding an apology as you did your worst. in a flash, you’d managed to sweep your foot against her ankle, sending Hazel sprawling to the ground with a thud. quickly, you pounced.

your knees straddled the sides of her hips, hands on her wrists as you pinned her to the gym floor. Hazel stared up at you with wide eyes, her pretty lips parted in shock. all you could do was stare down at her. why hadn’t you noticed just how pretty she was before?

the room was quiet as you held Hazel pinned to the gym floor, eyes locked. the air was thick and awkward as PJ blew her whistle — enough of that, Jesus she was annoying — and announced you had won this round. coming back to reality, you grinned triumphantly, the girls around you clapping and cheering.

“sorry,” you apologized again to Hazel, standing and holding out a hand to assist her in standing up.

Hazel shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips as she grasped your hand. “no, that was good. better than my first try.”

“nah, don’t flatter me.” you shook your head with a bashful grin, letting your hand fall from hers for fear that if you didn’t let go now, you never would.

Hazel laughed, shaking her head as well. “no really, it was good. took me by surprise.”

“I noticed. do I make you nervous, Callahan? ‘cause you seemed nervous.” you arched a brow, grinning playfully as you teased her. of course you hadn’t missed the surprise she’d displayed when you sparred.

Hazel opened her mouth to answer you with a hopefully equally flirty reply when PJ cut her off. “get out of the circle and keep it in your pants! this isn’t a porn channel, c’mon.”

you rolled your eyes, warmth flooding your cheeks at PJ’s comment. Hazel scoffed under her breath, allowing you to step out of the circle first, giving PJ a slight glare as you walked to stand amongst the group again. PJ gave a small shrug and numbed, “everyone gets some, or no one gets some, Hazel.”

Hazel didn’t deign to respond as she came to stand beside you, your eyes eagerly watching the next pair of girls spar in the circle.

“does this mean you’re joining?” Hazel questioned, hoping — praying — you’d say yes. that she could see you exclusively, within reason, most days of the week. that she could have a chance of getting to know you other than the fact that you shared a history class and were three lockers down from each other.

“if it means I get to see more of you, Callahan, hell yeah.” you grinned, turning to look at her with sparkling eyes.

God, she could stare at your smile forever. and now, she could see it everyday. she smiled widely too, nodding.

“you’re a fucking great sparring partner.” you continued, eyes once again trained on whichever girls were sparring now. “almost hated seeing you get up from under me.”

“yeah, I bet you did,” Hazel nodded, smiling to herself because she fully agreed.

maybe next meeting, the roles would be reversed and you would be under her. a girl could wish.

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[calicough]

backbone – hazel callahan

— you helped rockbridge's divine pillar practice her receives.

volleyball player!hazel. libero!hazel. manager!reader. drabble!

it was around seven in the evening and you were all alone in the gymnasium, checking the inventory of the equipments that the players had helped you put away. coach and josie, the captain, would usually help you with the inventory but surprisingly, they both had to leave early because of their own personal reasons. nevertheless, this was your job as the manager of the rockbridge bottoms. the name was rather unfitting and contradicting as your team would always make it to the finals in tournaments whether it'd be regionals or nationals.

their practice game went well today and they've made a lot of progress in such a short amount of time ever since they lost the match against the huntington tigers a week ago. stella-rebecca had finally mastered a float serve. pj and josie successfully executed the quick attack that they were trying to imitate. sylvie had managed to break all of brittany's blocks much to her dismay, although brittany did multiple setter dumps which left sylvie dumbfounded. everyone was thriving today. well, except for one player.

you were about to leave the equipment room when the door suddenly flew open, revealing hazel on the other side, wearing the team's varsity jacket over her green shirt. you quickly clutched your clipboard to your chest, scared out of your wits. you never got used to the court at night as coach was always there to accompany you.

"sorry," she sheepishly smiled, scratching the back of her neck, towel draped over her shoulders. "i thought you went home already."

compared to the others, you and hazel rarely talked despite being in the same year. your conversations were limited to volleyball talk and her title as the divine pillar or the backbone of rockbridge falls didn't help when trying to converse with her. you just find her extremely intimidating especially on the court with her stoic face and sharp eyes, even though you've seen her fool around with the others countless of times.

"it's fine," you replied, releasing your hard grip on your clipboard. "i thought you went home already."

hazel entered the room and grabbed a ball from the ball cart. you're already finished with inventory so you didn't mind. as she was about to leave the room and into the court, she turned around and gestured the ball in her hand. "wanna help me practice?"

you didn't have anything planned tomorrow and you were not in a hurry so you shrugged and said, "why not?"

you stood on the other side of the net opposite from each other, bouncing the ball off the floor as you got ready to serve. hazel was known for her agility when it comes to receiving the opponent's ball especially in longer rallies, earning her the aforementioned nickname. but ever since that match against huntington, her receives in practice games were sloppy and delayed. you had an idea of what caused this but you didn't want to assume.

hazel was already in position with her jacket tossed to the side and the sleeves of her shirt rolled upwards, exposing her biceps. her knees were bent and her palms faced outwards. you bounced the ball at least five times before throwing it up in the air and hitting it towards her direction. her eyes and her body followed the ball's movement. as the ball descended, she lunged forward with her arms positioned away from her body, properly receiving the ball with her forearms.

"nice!" you exclaimed as you grabbed another ball from the cart that hazel helped you pulled out, doing another serve. this time, she was a second late and the ball bounced off her wrist. she made a sound of annoyance and only shook her head with a smile when she sensed that you were about to ask if she was okay.

"i'm fine. let's do it again!"

you nodded and grabbed another ball. she successfully retrieved this serve and the other two that followed until the fourth serve, in which she completely missed. she did a loud 'tsk!' sound out of frustration, wiggling her fingers and bending her knees as she readied herself for the next ball.

"again!"

your palm was sore from hitting the ball again and again. her usual bright blue eyes were much duller and more exhausted compared to the team's training earlier in the evening. hazel was still not satisfied with her receives, torturing herself mentally and physically. you've lost count how many times she dove or rolled to retrieve the ball. her whole body must've been hurting right now.

"hazel," you called out, concern evident in your voice as she went back to position again. "let's take a water break."

"no, i'm fine," she shook her head but suddenly made her way to you with worry in her eyes. "unless you want to take a break? we can definitely take a break." you just nodded and gave her a reassuring smile when she looked at you apologetically.

as you both sat down by the wall and drank your waters, you turned your head at her. her hair was disheveled, sticking to her sweaty skin. there were bruises all over her arms and legs, and a small cut on her right knee. you took a deep breath and asked, "are you alright?"

hazel was surprised and turned to you with wide eyes, gulping as she did so. "you seem... out of it lately," you continued. "is everything alright?"

hazel shook her head and let out a small chuckle. "no no, i'm fine... it's just..." she trailed off, her eyes looking at the floor as she sighed deeply. she then turned to you with sorrow in her eyes. "i can't help but blame myself for what happened during that game."

you knew what she was referring to. it was the last set and huntington was taking the lead with fifteen points while rockbridge was behind by one point. everyone was tired and their stamina was running out. "focus guys! you can do this!" you remembered cheering while silently praying for another deuce during an intense rally. but sometimes, things don't always go in everyone's favor; in hazel's favor.

"i could've gotten that ball," hazel groaned and sighed deeply, leaning her head against the wall and closing her eyes. "if only i moved fast enough... we could've won that game..."

"hey, it's okay," you reassured, putting your hand on her knee and patting it as an attempt to comfort her. hazel's eyes fluttered open and looked into yours. "look, i was also bummed that we didn't win," you paused, trying to find the right words to say as she waited in anticipation. "but it pains me to see you and the other players blame yourselves for something that you can't control. especially when you've played and dived for, like, every set. pretty sure your bodies felt really heavy to move."

hazel nodded as her unnoticeably tense shoulders relaxed. "yeah... i felt like a boulder."

the both of you giggled as you gave her knee one last pat before retracting it. "the good news is, we have more upcoming tournaments so..." you trailed off and playfully smiled at hazel.

"yeah, i'll give them hell," hazel laughed and mocked you with the line that you'd always say before games. "hey!" you laughed as well and crossed your arms, pretending to be offended.

after your laughter died down, hazel stood up and offered you a hand, pulling you up to your feet. "thank you, by the way." you both made your way to court to gather all of the used balls.

"no worries," you replied as you placed the balls back in the ball cart.

"hey," she called out. "after we're done here... do you wanna get some snacks?"

"i'd like that."

waaaaaaa i hope you guys enjoyed this one! and thank you to the people who voted on my poll abt hazel's vball position hehe,, + i apologize if there are any inconsistencies or if there's anything worng with how i described vball,, i only based it on my high school experience with volleyball and haikyuu T_T

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: ̗̀➛hazel callahan

new student

new student pt.2

jealous girl

hazel x hand obsessed!reader

hazel x autistic!reader

connected

connected pt.2

cry

losergf!hazel hc's

hazel x goth!reader

feelings aren't fake

random hazel hc's

taking care of a cat with hazel hc's

cheerleader!reader x hazel

hazel x autistic!reader

video games

loser!hazel thoughts

series

birds don't sing

0.1 birds don't sing

0.2 lover's rock

0.3 her and her friend

0.4 hate yourself

0.5 the blonde

: ̗̀➛ellie williams

why not me

why not me pt.2

loser!ellie hc's

balloon brabble

cold hands brabble

modern!ellie hcs

night shift

lying

lying pt.2

random modern!ellie hc's

hey sweetheart

slytherin!ellie hc's

spiderman!ellie hc's

: ̗̀➛vi

drawing pt.1

drawing pt.2

affection

: ̗̀➛abby anderson

balloon brabble

ice tea

lifeguard!abby

emotions

mean!abby drabble

push me down

rainy day

abby x coquette reader

: ̗̀➛dina woodward

balloon brabble

: ̗̀➛mizu

modern!mizu hc's

barista drabble

: ̗̀➛natalie scatorccio

gf!nat hc's

spider!nat series moodboard

modern!nat

eeping with lottienat

more lottienat!!

baking with nat

taking care of sick and injured nat:(

photobooth with nat !

polaroid drabble

bsf!nat taking your virginity

more nat:3

tragic girl

perfect girl

vampire!nat

: ̗̀➛chloe price

vampire!chloe

: ̗̀➛lottie matthews

smiley!lott hc's

modern!lott

eeping with lottienat

more lottienat!!

painting lottie's nails !

zoo date

vampire!lott hc's

: ̗̀➛shauna shipman

gf!shauna hc's

loser!shauna

: ̗̀➛jackie taylor

post rescue hc's

[kirammisu]

GUIDELINES.

please make sure to read through these rules before interacting or sending something through my inbox. Thank you!!

CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR — Violet (Arcane 2021-2024), Caitlyn Kiramman (Arcane 2021-2024), Jinx (Arcane 2021-2024), Ellie Williams (The Last Of Us Part II), Abby Anderson (The Last Of Us Part II) & Hazel Callahan (Bottoms 2023).

WHAT I’M OKAY WITH WRITING — fanfics/oneshots, drabbles, headcannons, age regression fics/drabbles, normal genres like angst, fluff, & smut, regarding smut... i will write dom/sub instances, maybe cnc ( depends whats going on tbh ), bondage, toys/strap-on sex, trans/g!p, impact play, things like that. I also do character playlists/fic playlists so you can request those!

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Bottoms (2023)

Hazel Callahan

Fevered Affection: Hazel takes care of a very sick you.

It Might As Well Be Worth It For Once: After a photo of you kissing your crush, Hazel Callahan, goes viral among students at your university, you try to navigate the backlash you receive on top of your newfound feelings for her.

Do you miss me, dear?: Stuck at a graduation party, surrounded by memories of your past relationship and your own loneliness, your night takes an unexpected turn when you find yourself dialing the number of the one person you vowed you wouldn't contact.

Drabbles!

Sitting on Hazel's lap doing her makeup

You and Hazel spend your first Christmas Eve together

Hazel's reaction to you wearing thongs

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𝟎𝟎. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝟎𝟏. 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝟎𝟐. 𝐔𝐏𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 for ellie williams, abby anderson, lottie matthews, quinn fabray, santana lopez, amber freeman, hazel callahan, lupe garcía and jess mccready. the only male i write for is finnick odair as he is my comfort character please do not pester me about it, i am a lesbian and i do not feel comfortable with any others. soon to be found 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 here. mainly character studies and drabbles. no topics are off limits, i want to practice my writing so please feel free to submit any requests.