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heyoooo🫶 idk if you'd be in interesting in something like this but for the past couple of weeks I've been thinking of a loser!hazel (basically canon hazel) x popular!reader musicaltheater!au, wherein the school is doing heathers the musical, reader plays veronica and hazel plays jd and hazel is super shy and awkward (*cough* hazel likes reader *cough*) and they need to like bond or whatever and hazel confesses that she's really nervous about the 'sex scene' in Dead Girl Walking, so reader tries to make her more comfortable, and it can sfw or nsfw whatever you prefer really. hopefully this made sense and im looking forward to reading it if you decide you want to write it. either way thank you in advance🩷🩷

Dead Girl Walking

Summary: Hazel ends up getting a leading role in the school musical and feels way out of her comfort zone. To make matters worse, she's acting opposite her long time crush. Luckily, there's someone there to make her feel a little more at ease.

Pairing: Hazel Callahan x Reader

CW: Sexual References.

Heyy! Thanks for the request! This is a really fun one. I hope you're happy with me keeping it sfw, I'm not really comfortable writing smut.

On another note, I'm actually a singer and I LOVE Heathers. Writing this made me really want to try to learn this song (it's way out of my vocal range haha) and it's literally been stuck in my head for over a week at this point.

Also masc lesbian JD is literally all I can think about now.

Anyway, enjoy!

Hazel was surprised, to say the least, when she read the cast list for the school production of "Heathers" and saw that she was casted as JD. This was her first time even auditioning so the revelation had been quite a shock.

Upon discussion with her drama teacher, she was informed that they'd decided to go with an unconventional route for the character. One that had something to do with the fact that "not a single boy in this entire school has even a lick of musical talent,". Safe to say she felt pretty good about herself when she saw Jeff's utterly offended expression as he examined the paper.

Hazel wasn't surprised, however, when she saw that you had been cast as the role of Veronica. You were the most talented singer in the school, an experienced musician and performer and the obvious choice for the lead role.

Although not unexpected, Hazel's stomach dropped at the thought of working across from you.

Not because she didn't like you. In fact, it was the opposite. Every interaction you'd had with each other over the years, had been very pleasant. It was merely due to the fact that she harbored a massive, mortifying crush on you that caused her to turn into a bumbling fool whenever you were around.

She had no idea how she was going to get through this musical.

___

"I'm sorry. You what?" PJ exclaimed.

They were sitting in their regular spot on the bleachers and Hazel had just broken the news about her involvement in the production, only to be met with a flurry of surprise from her two friends.

"I needed the extra credit," Hazel shrugged in response.

"When you told us you signed up for the musical, I thought you meant on the tech crew or something. Not auditioned for the lead!"

Hazel looked up at PJ who's eyes were wide with surprise.

"Well technically, Y/N is the lead. It's more of a supporting role."

PJ flopped down onto the seat beside her. "This is crazy."

"I didn't even know you could sing," Josie pondered, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Guys, I think you're missing the point here," Hazel sighed. "I have to play Y/n's love interest. We're going to have to... kiss and be romantic and stuff."

"Um, isn't that a good thing? You've been obsessed with her for like, ever," PJ remarked. "If I got to stage kiss Brittney every day after school, I'd be taking advantage of it."

Hazel just groaned and put her head in her hands. "But every time I'm around her I just end up embarrassing myself. I never know what to say to her."

"Well, maybe this is a good opportunity," Josie argued. "I mean, you'll have a script this time to read from."

"Yeah, exactly!" PJ added. "It would be the perfect way to get closer to her. I'm telling you, enjoy it."

Hazel bit her lip, running a hand through her short, raven hair.

"Okay. Maybe you guys are right."

Hazel quickly began to think she was in over her head with the whole musical thing. She was two weeks into rehearsals and still hadn't managed to memorise all her lines. She'd spent the entirety of the previous weekend reading and re-reading the script and yet, she just couldn't seem to properly grasp it. Besides, she'd never been in a musical before, let alone as one of the leads. She was a shaky, stuttering, nervous mess whenever it was her turn to act and every time she found herself in the gym surrounded by experienced theatre kids, she felt completely out of her comfort zone.

And then there was the issue of you.

During rehearsal she just couldn't seem to stop staring at you. Whenever you sang, you took her breath away. You're beauty and confidence and charisma were so radiant that she couldn't seem to pull her eyes away. Which unfortunately posed a challenge when she had lines of her own to deliver.

"Hazel!"

"Huh?" she was snapped from her thoughts by the call of Mrs Wyatt, the school's drama teacher and director of the production.

"It's your line."

"Oh. Uh..." She quickly looked down, flipping through her script. She'd been so distracted by your performance that she seemed to have lost her place.

"Okay, let's take five," Mrs Wyatt sighed after a moment and Hazel cursed herself internally. She just couldn't seem to get the hang of it. If truth be told, she was beginning to have second thoughts.

"Hazel, can you come here for a moment please?"

She fidgeted nervously as Mrs Wyatt pulled her aside from the rest of the group. She looked down at her sternly behind large, turquoise glasses.

"What's going on?" She asked, crossed her arms over her chest.

Hazel cowered under her gaze. "I'm sorry. I'm trying to remember all these lines but it's all a little overwhelming."

The woman tutted at her. "Well, you're going to have to try harder. I took a risk in casting you in this role, my dear. Having a female JD is completely untraditional. However, I decided it would be the best choice if I wanted to make this musical great. You have a nice voice Hazel, but if you want to succeed, you have to commit to the role."

Hazel nodded. "I know, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Be better," Mrs Wyatt chided before striding away and leaving Hazel alone with her thoughts.

She ran a hand over her face, staring down at the script in her hands. What the hell was she doing here? PJ was right, she should've just joined the tech crew.

"Hey, don't worry about her."

Hazel jumped when a voice sounded from behind her. She spun around, heat rising in her cheeks when she saw it was you standing there, gazing at her softly with sympathetic eyes.

"She's like that with everyone," you continued. "This musical is kind of her pride and joy. She takes it very seriously."

"Thanks," Hazel murmured, feeling somewhat naked in your presence.

You just smiled down at her kindly and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, an action that made Hazel's stomach flutter.

"You know, I could help you with the lines if you like. This is actually one of my favourite shows. I pretty much know the whole script back to front," you chuckled.

Hazel swallowed hard, her eyes widening. The thought of getting to spend extra time with you, one on one was simultaneously a dream and a thought that made her hands grow clammy. Still, she remembered what PJ and Josie had said earlier. It was a good opportunity, one that she may never have again. And she really did need the help.

"Um, yeah sure. That would be great."

"Cool!" you responded brightly, sending her a sweet smile. "I'm free this afternoon. Maybe we could go to your place after rehearsal?"

Hazel froze for a moment, her heart rate speeding up at the thought of you actually spending time at her house. Her mind spun as she tried to remember the state of things when she left this morning. God, she hoped her Mum wouldn't be home.

She hadn't realised she'd forgotten to respond until you spoke again.

"...Or not? Sorry, maybe it was too forward to invite myself over like that."

"No! No!" Hazel rushed to amend. "I-I mean, it's fine. I'm free. We can go to mine."

"Okay, great," you nodded, your mouth twitching upwards once more. "Well, we should, ah, probably get back to rehearsal. Mrs Wyatt with have a fit if we delay any more."

"Oh yeah, right."

You turned, giving her one last reassuring look before heading back towards the group. Hazel couldn't help but stare in awe for a moment longer. What on earth had she gotten herself into?

---

The thought of what was to come at the end of the day, made her even more nervous for the rest of rehearsal. The whole time, her stomach was lurching in nervous anticipation. She didn't know whether to be excited and immensely anxious.

After rehearsal ended, the two of you walked out to Hazel's car. She spent the whole time fidgeting with the rings on her fingers and trying to come up with something to say.

The car ride to her house was mostly silent, punctuated by idle small-talk here and there and the background music playing softly from the radio. Hazel tried not to focus on how sweaty her hands were.

Eventually you pulled into the driveway and Hazel took a moment to compose herself. If she was being honest, she'd dreamed of this moment for a long time. You being at her house, having you all to herself. But now that it was happening, she didn't quite know how to act.

"Um, here we are," she mumbled.

As you stepped out of the car, your eyes widened.

"Holy shit, Hazel! Your house is huge!"

Hazel chuckled nervously. "Yeah, it's pretty nice I guess. Would you like to go inside?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

She led you inside and after a short tour of the premises, the two of you headed up to her bedroom.

"This is nice, Hazel!" you stated, glancing around the room at her collection of figurines and gaming setup in the far corner.

She blushed, scratching the back of her neck. "Thanks. Yeah, I like it."

You sent her a soft smile before sitting yourself down at the end of her bed. She stayed put, staying planted across the room, staring awkwardly.

You chuckled, patting the bed beside you. "Come sit down."

"Oh, uh-" she deposited her backpack on the floor by the door and hurried to take a seat beside you.

You scooted closer to her, your legs brushing. She felt a jolt of anxiety wash through her and she couldn't quite meet your eyes.

"Hazel," you muttered after a moment.

"You don't have to be nervous around me you know?"

Hazel inhaled sharply.

"I just mean, I know how you feel. I was nervous about my first musical as well. But I'm here to help you okay? You can trust me."

"I just have no idea what I'm doing," Hazel admitted. "I feel like I was the wrong choice for this role."

"Hazel, look at me." You took her hands in yours and she felt her heart stutter as she finally met your gaze, seeing the warm sincerity that lingered in your beautiful eyes.

"You were the perfect choice for this role. I've heard you sing. You're incredible. Mrs Wyatt doesn't just give out roles to anyone. She really believes in you, okay? and so do I."

Hazel couldn't help but feel a little more at ease with your words. She let a soft smile graze her lips.

"Thanks. I needed that."

"It's the truth," you told her. "Besides, between you and me. I much prefer working opposite a female love interest."

Hazel's eyes widened. Did this mean what she thought it meant? Could it be possible that you also liked girls?

"I, uh-"

Before she had a chance to respond, you were leaning down towards your backpack and grabbing out your script.

"Now, why don't we start with 'Freeze Your Brain'."

---

Over the next few weeks, the two of you began to grow closer. Every afternoon after rehearsal, you'd go to her house and practice running lines. Hazel, although nervous at first, was reveling in the chance to spend all this extra time with you. She was growing more and more fond of you, every moment you spent together, and if she was being honest, she was starting to get sad at the thought of the musical eventually coming to an end.

She's started to get the hang of performing as well, with your help and she even began to enjoy rehearsals. You and Hazel would often laugh quietly between you as you watched Jeff and Tim trip over themselves during their terrible portrayals of Kurt and Ram.

She also had to admit, it was a little cathartic getting to shoot Jeff, even if it was just for show.

When the day of the first costume fitting arrived, your jaw nearly dropped to the floor when you saw Hazel done up in her JD outfit.

"Oh my god, Hazel! You look so hot!" you'd told her and she hadn't been able to stop thinking about it for the rest of the week.

As opening night drew closer, there was still one number, however, that she felt nervous about performing in front of an audience.

No matter how many times they rehearsed the scene with Mrs Wyatt, Hazel still felt uneasy about "Dead Girl Walking". If serenading her crush on stage in front of everyone wasn't hard enough already, pretending to have sex was surely going to send her into an early grave.

However, it wasn't hard to tell that your lack of intimacy during rehearsal was starting to put you on edge.

"Hazel," you muttered hesitantly, one afternoon while sitting on the floor of her room. "Don't you think its time that we work on some of the, uh... more intimate scenes?"

She looked up at you from where her script rested on her lap, her eyebrows shooting upwards.

"I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable," you continued. "But we can't avoid it forever."

Hazel sighed. She knew you were right.

She nodded softly. "Okay. Let's do it."

The two of you began to run through the song, marking your places on the imaginary stage as you sang your parts. All was going well until you arrived in JD's room. This was where Hazel usually started to freak out.

You walked towards her, pushing her down onto her knees and running your hands through her shaggy hair as you sang to her.

Hazel looked up at you, trying not to break character as your eyes met, her heart racing from being in such close proximity. Her hands grew clammy where they gripped your thighs.

As you sang the next line, you dropped down to her level, your fingers moving to her waist. Her breath stuttered as you pressed your body closer to hers.

Then you stopped singing, leaning in towards her, your faces inches apart, your breath fanning her cheek. The music continued in the background, but she could barely hear it. Her chest was heaving, all her senses focused in on you.

"Hazel?" you murmured, lips only inchers away from her own.

"Hmm?"

"Your supposed to say 'that works for me'."

Hazel groaned, throwing her head back in frustration. This was the problem. She just couldn't seem to think straight with you looking at her like that.

You stood up, moving to stand awkwardly by the bed. You fiddled with your fingers as she sat up, running a hand through her tousled hair. The tension in the room was growing palpable and Hazel was cursing herself for being so helpless around you.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked over at her. Feeling somewhat uneasy now. Picking up your phone from the desk, you clicked the music off before turning back to her.

"Hazel?" you asked hesitantly, breaking the silence. "Am I doing something to make you uncomfortable? I just feel like every time we practice that number, you seem... tense or something."

"No! No. That's not it at all," Hazel muttered, scrambling from the floor and over to where you stood across the room. "You're not doing anything wrong."

You sighed thickly. "Then what is it? What's going on?"

She looked down at her feet. "It's just," she paused, trying to find the right words. "I haven't... done this sort of thing much before. The scene just makes me kind of nervous."

You sighed deeply.

"Hey, it's okay to be nervous. I understand. It's a pretty intense scene."

"Sorry," she mumbled. "I know I keep messing it up."

"Don't apologize," you told her gently. Then you paused, thinking for a moment.

"Why don't we start off slow? Maybe we could do an exercise to help make you more comfortable."

Hazel raised an eyebrow. "What do you have in mind."

"Well," you began cautiously. "We could always just... make out for a bit."

Hazel's jaw almost dropped to the floor.

"Only if you want to of course! I was just thinking that maybe it could help ease you into it. Just do this kissing part without the pressure of the lines or singing or anything."

You looked nervous as you proposed the idea and Hazel couldn't help but smile at that. She cleared her throat, trying to regain a semblance of composure. She couldn't believe this was really happening.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. I mean, it's worth a try."

She tried not to sound too eager as she replied.

"Okay." You took her hand and guided her over to sit on the edge of her bed.

"So should we just-"

Before she had the chance to finish, your lips were on hers. Your hand moved to cup her cheek as hers snuck around your waist. It was in that moment that every thought she'd been having, every concern, every doubt, vanished from her mind. All that was left was you.

She felt your hand tangle in her hair as she pulled you impossibly closer. Fireworks exploded inside her stomach. This was the thing she'd been longing for for so long, imagining the feeling of your touch, your lips brushing against hers. It was everything she hoped for and more.

After a while, you pulled away, keeping your hand firmly clasped at the base of her neck. She sat back, breathless as her gaze traced over every inch of your beatiful face as though you were a work of art for her to study. As she looked at you something flickered across your eyes.

"Hazel I need to tell you something," you blurted out.

She nodded lightly. "Okay, what is it?"

Your gaze bore down on her, full of care and affection.

"I, um..." you paused, taking a deep breath. "I like you. And truth be told, I've wanted to kiss you for a while."

For a moment she sat frozen in shock, worried she was hearing things or maybe dreaming. You blinked at her nervously, waiting for some kind of response.

She felt her heart leap in her chest and a couple of seconds passed by before her mouth began to twitch upwards.

"You know what? I like you too."

A grin broke out on your lips at her words and you felt heat begin to rise in your cheeks.

"Really?"

Hazel took a deep breath. "Yeah. I've liked you since, like, eighth grade. That's why I was so nervous about the scene."

You chuckled lightly as you brought her back in towards you, pressing your lips to hers once more.

Hazel smiled into the kiss, wrapping her arms around you.

Thank god for this musical, she thought.

Maybe performing 'Dead Girl Walking' wouldn't be so difficult after all.

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