#hazel callahan x fem reader

[abbysbunny]

loser nsfw haze thoughts>_<

hazel who came the first time eating your out:3

hazel who the first time fingering you every two minutes was asking you if she's doing it right

hazel who the first time scissoring grabbed your tits to hold her steady while riding your clit

hazel who the first time you ate her out was whining the whole time, she was in pure bliss

hazel who loves teasing you in public, she strokes your thigh with her hands under the table, she'll brush her finger against your clit

hazel who fucks you with her strap late at night when her mom isn't home, you can be as loud as you want and so can she

hazel who hates when you tease her, running your finger up and down her slit makes her all sad and needy

hazel who takes advantage of your hand kink, she likes to put her hand around your neck while fucking you in missionary

hazel who is the queen of aftercare, she'll literally make you tea as if she wasn't ramming into you a couple minutes ago, babbling about breeding you

hazel who has a massiveeee breeding kink, she was so ashamed about it but then when you reassured her you didn't care and that you liked it, she literally yaps about breeding you while pounding into you

[cxrsed-angel]

Cheer Skirt Misap: Hazel Callahan x Reader Smut

word count: 1k

summary: Hazel finds your new cheer uniform attractive. Particularly the skirt and how short it is.

Warnings: Oral (r receiving), Hazel is an ass girl, slight spanking, hazel doing sexual activities when’s she probably shouldn’t be. After that fight. Reader is more feminine. 18+ MDNI

A/N: I watch bottoms 2 months ago and i haven’t stopped thinking about her and ruby cruz since, so here’s this. Also reader is a cheerleader. I wish I could come up with a clever title. Also Hazel gives me service top vibes.

Hazel is sitting on your bed. She’s trying to listen to whatever you are talking about, but she can’t focus on anything besides how hot you look in your new cheer skirt. The skirt is white with blue and red on the bottom, falling just above your thigh. You had gotten the new uniforms for the big game against Huntington. She watches you move around your room, getting ready for the game, her eyes lingering on your legs and how short the new cheer skirt seemed compared to the old ones. 

“Pj was such a dick the other day. I mean, saying that about your mom was so out of line, babe, and I mean, you didn’t make a fake fight club to have sex with cheerleaders. You actually cared about female solidarity and everything. And you’re literally dating a cheerleader on your own accord without lying-“

You pause your rant about PJ, turn around, and see Hazel sitting in your bed, staring at the lower half of your body. It’s clear she isn’t paying attention. You walk closer to your bed and see her bruised face from the fight at the pep rally. You frown, knowing she probably had some sort of concussion that was making it hard to focus.

“Hazel? Hazel, are you okay…do you need to lie down? Am I talking too fast?”

Hazel looks up at you with her blue eyes bruised black and purple, but they’re still big and bright as she looks at you. 

“I-um, no, I was just thinking about something else.” 

You sit beside her on your bed, your thighs touching hers in her black jeans. Hazel's eyes linger on your upper thighs again before tearing her eyes away. She feels her heart beating faster in her chest, trying not to stare at your legs, trying to ignore the ache in between her thighs. She feels a bit guilty being so turned on as you look at her, so worried and concerned. 

“Oh? Thinking about what?” You see Hazel look a bit flustered at your question, and you relax a bit. You could tell it wasn't something bad, but you were still intrigued about what was on her mind. 

“Um. I was just thinking about you and how you look cute in your cheer skirt,” she tells you the truth partially, slightly nervous and embarrassed to admit that your skirt had turned her on so much. 

You smile at the compliment. “Oh, thanks, babe! We got new cheer uniforms since it's like the biggest game ever, but they are a bit shorter.” You get off your bed and look at the skirt through your mirror. It’s a few inches shorter than your usual cheer skirt. You thought you got the wrong size at first, but they just ended up being that short. “I'm glad we were shorts underneath, or I would literally flash the crowd.” 

Hazel smiles, laughing a bit at your comment, eyes still gazing at your lower half. “Well, it looks really good on you. Maybe shorter skirts make you more aerodynamic, help you fly up higher or something.” 

 Hazel suggests innocently when she knows thats probably not the reason your skirt is so short it's almost showing your ass considering your team’s pep rally performance.  You laugh a bit, smiling at her reasoning. 

“I really don't think that’s the reason, baby.” 

She toys with the bottom of your skirt lightly as she continues. “No, I think it is! Maybe it could help with the-the air and going up and-and flips and stuff because there less..fabric?” 

Hazle tries to justify but fails, making you laugh more. You find her attempt cute, though. Her blue eyes linger on your thighs again, gazing at them before she pulls you onto her lap by your hips, quickly kissing your lip-glossed lips suddenly. You suck in a sharp breath at the unexpected kiss, closing your eyes and melting against her the familiar feeling of her lips. You feel Hazel’s hands grasp your hips tighter as she kisses your lips, pressing against each other. Your arms go around her neck.

You break apart from the kiss slightly, looking at the playful smile on her lips and her face flushed and red, her eyes wide as she looks back. You can tell she’s turned on, and if her gaze didn’t give it away, her hands creeping up under the skirt did. 

“You’re really happy over these aerodynamic skirts, huh?” you smile at her, knowing that was not the reason she couldn’t keep her hands off you. You could tell it was because of how the shorts showed off your legs and a bit of your ass. 

Hazel pulls you against her passionately. Your lips crash together, kissing you again. She pulls you by your hips back on top of her. You feel her hands lightly moving down your back. She can’t keep her hands off of you, but you move your lips off slowly as you realize how things are progressing. You stare at Hazel, hesitant when you remember.  

“Hazel…are you sure you can do…more strenuous activities? You know you were beat up pretty badly, babe.” you look concerned as you sit up, moving off of her. You move off from on top of her and sit back on your bed. 

She nods excitedly like there is no problem, like she didn’t get the shit kicked out of her the other day and is perfectly okay. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s fine. I’m like almost 100% better anyways.” Hazel tries to sound sure, but you can tell she isn’t. You nod, still not fully unconvinced. You saw the fight and know she had taken quite a beating, and the last thing you wanna do is make it worse by having sex. 

You pause, thinking for a moment before speaking again. “Babe, I really don’t think we should be doing anything. Plus, we have to be at the football game in like an hour.” Hazel nods, pouting her lip a bit as she thinks. You watch her fidget with her silver rings as she thinks of a solution, clearly not taking no for an answer. 

“Oh! Wait, wait, I got it.” Hazel looks excited, her blue eyes excited. She lays down on your bed. “I’ll just eat you out.” You pause, thinking for a few minutes about her solution,  

“I don’t know Hazel…what about you-”

 She cuts you off, hungrily kissing your lips as they press against hers. She cups your cheek and slips her tongue in your mouth. You melt instantly, feeling that warm feeling you get every time you kiss. After making out for a few minutes, you feel her pull away, your head a bit dizzy from the kiss.

“Please let me eat your pretty pussy. I promise I’ll be fine,” Hazel begs as she looks at you, slowly rubbing circles on your hips. Her words go straight to your core, turning you on.  

You look at her and give in, unable to resist her big blue eyes. “Fine, but you’re stopping the second you get dizzy or something feels off.” Hazel nods as her grip on your waist tightens as she looks up at you excitedly. 

She pulls your black lacey underwear from under your cheer skirt and throws them somewhere off in your room. You lean down and cup her face with her face, your lips crushing onto hers again, making out. Hazel moves her hands down, lightly squeezing your ass. Her lips linger, touching against yours as she looks up at you. 

You move, placing your hips over her face. You look at her as she stares back excitedly. You slowly lower yourself on her lips and waste no time licking around your wet and puffy folds. She licks along your lips slowly, and you gasp at the feeling of her tongue. She continues moving her tongue as you try to hold your hips, trying not to thrust them, Hazel’s injuries still in the back of your mind. You moan out her name as she sucks on your clit. 

“Fuck Hazel, please don't stop.” you close your eyes, grabbing the side of her sheets and slowly rolling your hips against her lips. 

She grips your ass under your cheer skirt, squeezing it. Her tongue slips inside your entrance, and your moan grows louder as her motions speed up slightly, eating you out like she’s starved. Your face grows hotter as you feel the arousal building; you feel yourself getting wetter under her touch. She places a smack on your ass, and you moan, not expecting to like it as much as you did.  

“Fuck, baby! I'm close!-yes, right there! Fuck Hazel!” 

Your back arch letting out a breathy moan as your orgasm gets closer. You thrust, moving your hips faster as she swirls her tongue around your swollen clit. You feel yourself coming undone as your orgasm hits. Cumming around Hazel’s lips. You breathe deeply and slowly move from on top of her, sitting in your bed. Hazel sits up, her chin wet and lips swollen. 

You look at her, wiping your wetness off her lips. “How do you feel? Are you dizzy, or do you have a headache?” 

Hazel smiles and shakes her head. You nod, still catching your breath. You feel her hand on your thigh, rubbing it softly, feeling her cold rings on your skin. 

“Yes, I’m fine; never been better.” She beams, happy from her previous activities. You kiss her lightly before standing up to finish getting ready for the game against Huntington. Hazel leans against her arms, watching you in your bed. 

“But after I feel better, I’m gonna have to fuck you in that skirt.” you turn around at her words, a bit shocked at how bluntly she put it. 

“Oh? You are. And eating me out while I'm wearing it isn't enough?” Hazel shakes her head lightly. 

“No. I mean, it's good enough for right now, but the thought of watching you bounce on my strap in that cute little skirt is making me feel a bit foggy and extremely turned on.” 

You nod as you return to putting on your makeup for the game. “Well, get a doctor’s note, and we can make that happen.”  

[lily-fics-11]

The Girl Next Door: Chapter 1 (Hazel Callahan)

The Girl Next Door

Fic master post here (feel free to comment to be added to tag list)

You hadn’t been close with your neighbor Hazel for a few years. But you find her beat up in the locker room after fight club and all of that changes.

Chapter 1

You reunite with Hazel and clean her up after fight club

CW: mentions of blood and injury, allusions to violence, cursing, not beta read

You make your way to the locker room after staying behind at school to work on a group project. You forgot your hoodie in your gym locker, so you are grabbing it quickly before heading home. 

While you are at your locker you hear the door open and close. Someone else has entered the locker room, but you don’t think anything of it. 

As you go to leave you walk past the bathroom and you see someone standing in front of one of the sinks. She is facing the other way but you can see her reflection in the mirror. You notice that there is blood on her face and dripping down her shirt, paired with a swollen eye. You are obviously concerned and stop to take a closer look. Upon further inspection you realize that it is your neighbor.

“Hazel?” You call as you approach her. She sees you in the mirror and turns around. Why does she look amused?

“Hey!” She greets you like the circumstances are normal. 

“What the hell happened to you?” This wasn’t the best school, but you would never have thought someone would get attacked like this. 

“Oh this?” She looks down at her bloody shirt and shrugs. “I was just in fight club.”

“Who are you? Brad Pitt?” You are a little angry, what the hell is fight club and how did someone sweet and innocent like Hazel end up in it? You can’t help but feel bad for thinking that she looks kind of hot like this. 

“No, no, of course not. Some of my friends have started a self defense club, we call it fight club because we learn to defend ourselves by fighting eachother.”

You sigh and decide to save your questions for later and give in to your instinct to take care of her.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up?” You suggest to her.

She shifts uncomfortably and scratches the back of her head. She avoids eye contact by looking at the floor.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m fine, really,” she protests. 

“I can’t just leave you here like this. I know we aren’t close anymore but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.” You mean every word. Hazel started to distance herself from you towards the end of middle school. You never knew why. You settled in with the popular crowd and Hazel settled in to her own niche. But it hurt you so badly and came right as you realized you had feelings for her. You have pushed those feelings down over the years, you’ve even had a girlfriend. But seeing Hazel like this, your old feelings are bubbling up to the surface. 

Her eyes just widen, surprised, as if you had been the one to push her away. She tries to hide it, but a smile starts to creep across her face. “I guess I could use some help cleaning up. It doesn’t usually get so messy, I swear.”

“Oh believe me, I’m going to need to hear more about this fight club. But right now we need to do something about all of this blood,” your voice is tender, you are not sure exactly what she’s been through today and you want to be delicate. 

You put your things down and grab a paper towel. You wet it and get closer to Hazel. As you reach towards her face she takes a sharp breath in. You aren’t sure why though, you haven’t even touched her yet. 

“I promise I’m going to be as gentle as I can, but it’s still going to hurt,” you explain. 

Hazel just nods and closes her eyes.

You begin to dab the wet paper towel on her face and the blood starts to come off. She winces with pain and says “ow” every once in a while, her eyes still sealed shut. 

“Why don’t you talk to me? It’ll distract you from the pain.” You are suggesting it for her, but also for you. You’ve really missed talking to Hazel.

She opens her eyes to look at you with a tense expression.

“Right, right. Good idea. Um… how have you been?”

“Well I haven’t been punched in the face recently, so better than you,” you laugh a little and she does too. 

“Fight club is great, for real. Yeah we get a little banged up, but it’s a safe space.”

You can’t help but laugh more as you echo “safe space.”

You expect her to continue to defend her new venture but she quickly changes the subject instead. 

“So, how’s your um,” Hazel pauses to clear her throat, “girlfriend?”

That takes you by surprise. You didn’t really talk to Hazel at all but you guess that it makes sense that she would know which lesbians are in relationships with each other. 

“Oh, we actually broke up. Last week,” you tell her shyly. It’s weird discussing your love life with someone that has your old feelings for her creeping up on you. 

“I’m… sorry to hear that.” Does she sound relieved? It wasn’t a secret that your ex wasn’t exactly the nicest to you, so that must be it. 

“It was for the best. Things weren’t exactly good between us,” you admit.

“You deserve so much better than her!” Hazel blurts out unexpectedly.

“I… thank you. That means a lot to me.” She just nods her head. 

You take a step back and her eyes widen, seeming to think it was her fault. 

“I’m done,” you tell her and you see a wave of relief come over her.

“What are we going to do about that shirt?”

“I’ll just change when I get home.” Hazel tells you. 

“No, no.” You protest and pick up your hoodie. You offer it to her “take this.”

Hazel’s eyes dart around nervously. “That’s, um, okay.”

“You are going to get your little fight club disbanded” you warn, “if anyone sees you walking around with blood all over you like that. It’s bad enough that you’ve got a black eye. Plus everyone is still freaking out about that girl getting beat up by the Huntington football player.”

Hazel takes a nervous breath and starts to pull her shirt off. Your eyes widen and you know you should look away but it’s hard to when she reveals her toned stomach and sports bra. “What are you…” you begin to question frantically. 

She cuts you off, “I don’t want to get any blood on your sweatshirt.”

You nod and finally peel your eyes off of her. You look away but leave your hand out so she can take the hoodie. 

After a moment she clears her throat and you look back at her. You can’t help but smile a little bit seeing your hoodie on Hazel. 

“I better get going,” she says and she starts to walk away. You step in front of her.

“Your eye is practically swollen shut. You can’t drive like that. I’ll give you a ride home.”

She freezes like a dear in headlights. She looks like she’s about to protest but she knows you are right. 

“But my car? How am I supposed to get back to it, get to school tomorrow?” She asks nervously. 

“I’ll just drive you to school tomorrow,” you tell her with a smirk. You can’t help it. The thought of getting to spend more time with Hazel excites you. She looks a little intimidated by how forward you are. She avoids eye contact. “I guess I’ll grab my stuff.”

[s0ftb1tch12]

i may not be able to write out actual fanfic but i can put out ideas that scratch my brain and make me scream into the void

SO

being hazel callahan’s passenger princess and going on night drives when you both can’t sleep

going to zoos and aquariums where she rambles out fun facts on her favourite animals

staring at the chains around her neck so often she notices and buys you matching ones (same thing with rings, even better if they’re from brittany’s jewelry business)

movie marathon dates under a blanket fort complete with fairy lights, fluffy blankets, and snacks

fidgeting with each other’s hands while having long talks about whatever

i’m a FIRM believer in cocky!hazel after a few months of dating. once she knows you’ll stick with her for the long run, she’s not as nervous and acts more flirty (lingering touches, cheesier words, etc)

she may not be able to cook but she’ll surely try and learn your favorite foods (i think she’s more of a baker since baking is kinda like chemistry and we all know how she feels about explosive reactions)

on that note, i do believe she’s top of her class in chemistry or physics (thinking about her tutoring you in those subjects but those study dates eventually lead to makeout sessions)

that kiss scene towards the end of the movie and the fact that she wears rings really inspired me,,, y’all know where this is going probably (i NEED someone to write this desperately because i ain’t seen it anywhere and i’m down BAD)

literally any member of band!gf x loser!gf (i’m talking bassists, guitarists, drummers, lead singers)

those fics with cheerleader gf x loser gf !!! smth i haven’t seen with this trope yet is cheerleader gf surprising her with her strength, carrying her princess style

goth!gf x nerd!gf: her letting you do her eyeliner like yours, sitting in her lap as she lies down (like this 😩)

bimbo!gf x loser!gf: your average oblivious hyperfem with her awkward masc relationship, even better if bimbo!gf wears heels often so she’s taller than hazel who is at perfect height for forehead kisses (usually leaving lipstick marks that she doesn’t notice until pj basically screams and points at it)

hazel carrying a bunch of chapstick or hair ties in her backpack in case her gf forgets hers

thrifting dates because slow fashion is important

as a sanrio girlie, i think hazel would love pompompurin and his little hat

hazel acts kinda like a little golden retriever so she would definitely get along will with dogs but i like to think she’s a cat person, cats fucking LOVE her and she is always feeding the strays on her block

hazel is a tea girlie and yes she does have fun facts about them (chamomile became v important after her parents divorce)

hazel likes simulation games like stardew valley and role playing games like baldur’s gate (she spends hours making her character) (yes this is self indulgent because i love bg3)

she loves handmade gifts; make this baby a mug, crochet her a sweater, paint her a picture and she will melt

soooooo many trinkets on her shelves (god i wish we saw her room in the movie)

she def has a less common pet (reptiles, bugs, rodents [like ferrets])

a bird would be nice for hazel if i’m being honest, she talks to it everyday but especially after a bad day (like when pj dismisses whatever cool thing she wants to talk about at lunch and changes the topic by talking over her)

idk what else to say rn but best believe that my brain will rot again because the gay shit will not be going away any time soon

[losttinwritings]

🥀=angst|🌼=fluff|🎉=holiday themed|✨=headcannon|💫=requested|💖=personal favourite

Hazel Callahan

can i be yours? 💖🌼

stupid 🥀

[mayfieldss]

Oblivious - Hazel Callahan

summary; Hazel is head over heels for you (literally) , but she doesn't think you feel the same.

AN: that's the gay shit I love.

It burned. Hazel could feel it, the sharp sting in her gut as she watched you across the classroom laughing at something Josie had said. It burned particularly now, because Hazel had come to the realization that she thought you were perfect. Hazel thought that despite your flaws, and all the things you didn't like about yourself, you were perfect for her.

She loved the way you would smile at her when you caught her staring, the way you would wave. She loved the way you would pull on your earlobe when having a conversation, as if it helped you think of your next sentence.

You weren't straight—you'd hinted that to Hazel enough times for her to finally catch your drift—but still Hazel didn't think you could like her in any way other than platonic. She was clumsy and terrible with social cues, and she had a large expanse of button up shirts that looked as though she'd stolen them from her uncle in his forties. But the way you smiled at her, and complimented her mid-life-crisis themed fashion sense, the more Hazel fell for you. That's where the clumsiness came in.

Hazel swore every time she saw you, her legs would give out. Her ankles would twist at unnatural angles, her hand would lose its grip on whatever she was holding. She would fall, stumble or drop something, no matter how many times she tried to stay upright. And each time, you would reach out to help her. That could have been because helping was a natural response in such a situation, but Hazel interpreted it differently. It was just another thing to add to her list.

You were perfect for her.

But she wasn't perfect for you.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to sit together? like in class?" Hazel doesn't know what she's saying, but she's just stopped you in the hallway, Josie by your side. Whether it was jealousy or general Hazel interest, she didn't know, but somehow she was talking and couldn't quite stop. "Because we haven't ever sat together before, and I thought maybe you'd want to. Sit with me, I mean."

You're smiling at her, mouth slightly agape, and Hazel's heart starts its routine of bouncing along the walls of her ribcage. "You don't have to, obviously but—"

"I'd love to sit with you Hazel." You put a stop to her rambling with the answer, and for a moment Hazel doesn't know what to do. She's grinning like an idiot, eyes locked to yours, just long enough to make it weird.

"See you in class, Hazel." you go to move past her, Josie still beside you, and Hazel allows herself an awkward wave.

"Okay, yeah, see you." she's nodding profusely and continues to wave even when your back is turned. She can't stop. You're like a dream she always wants to have. Tomorrow in class, she'll see you again, hopefully sitting closer this time, and maybe she'll never have to wake up.

"Heyyyyy" Hazel hates the way she greets you, the way she says one simple word. She hates the strange flip of her stomach when you sit down beside her. She hates the way her chair squeaks when she discreetly tries to inch closer. The one thing Hazel doesn't hate, is you.

"Hey," you reply, all warm smiles and gentle eyes. You look happy to see her, at least from what Hazel can interpret, which must be a good sign.

"How are you?" Your shoulder brushes Hazel's as she asks, and her whole body seems to rewire itself around the touch. You don't react to the sensation at all, but turn to look at her. Hazel can feel her face shifting colors, cheeks flushed pink as if she's just run a marathon.

"I'm okay, I bumped into Jeff earlier though. He's makes my skin crawl, I swear." you fake a shiver for dramatic effect, "How about you?"

Hazel responds too fast, unblinking and in a panic. "Oh yeah, I swear too."

All you do is laugh, a soft sound that relieves the tension hidden within Hazel's shoulders. "I know you swear Hazel, I've heard you. I meant how are you?" You place one hand on top of Hazel's on the desk, a sweet gesture. A kind one. You're not judging her, or making fun. Not like everyone else.

"Oh, yeah I'm good." Hazel's eyes drift to your hand atop her own. She's trying to memorize the feeling without making it obvious. "I'm really good, totally great."

"That's good." You're still looking at her, but you pull your hand away when you notice Hazel's lack of eye contact. Instead, you go to grab your books, pulling them out one by one from your bag. Hazel has never wanted to be a history textbook more in her life.

"Did you want me to beat him up?" the words come out before Hazel can stop them, your movements pausing as you register the sentence.

"What?" there's a confused chuckle within the word as you turn back to Hazel, frown deepening.

"Jeff, You said he was bothering you. Did you want me to beat him up?" Hazel is serious, or at least she thinks she is when she says it. She would most definitely fight someone for you. You just had to say the word.

As Hazel watches, a grin begins to creep onto your face again. She likes the look on you, and tries to mimic the expression in return, though she doubts she looks as ethereal. "You're funny, you know that?"

Hazel wants to say something in response, she has the words on her lips "You're pretty, you know that?" but she doesn't get to say them. Before she can, she's interrupted, the teacher more than irritated with the continuing conversation. He shushes the both of you, a finger to his lips, before going back to writing on the blackboard. Hazel thinks of saying something anyway, but when she turns back your way, you're already hard at work, nose in your books.

Hazel will try again tomorrow, and maybe she'll get it right when she does.

The first thing Hazel sees are the tears. The gentle swell of water in your eyes, and the lines it traces as it falls down your cheeks. She's never seen you cry, and honestly it makes her far sadder than it should for someone who is just supposed to be your friendly acquaintance. But seeing you in this different light, one that reflects off your tearstained cheeks, doesn't make her love you less.

In seconds, she's jogging your way, jumping in front of you as she calls your name. You almost bump into her as you come to a sudden stop, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

"Are you okay? Why are you crying?" Hazel doesn't know if she should reach out to touch you or not, and watches as you sink the ground in the courtyard. It's almost empty save for the two of you, everyone else on their way to class. Hazel follows suit, and crouches down into a spiderman like position.

"I'm okay," You try for a smile, but it falls short, taking a slice of Hazel's heart with it as it hits the floor. "I've just had a rough day."

"Is there anything I can do? I can run and get you those little cookies you like from the store just down the road if you want." Hazel is swaying a little in her odd position, as if she could blow over with a gust of wind, and you look just a little calmer somehow. You shake your head no, and this time a smile comes easier, though it's not as bright as usual.

"Thanks Hazel, but it's okay, really."

You don't look as distressed as before but Hazel still wants to go and buy you expensive cookies to mend the possible hole in your heart. Even whilst sniffling away your sadness, she can't take her eyes off of you, but somehow she still doesn't see it coming.

It took Hazel more than a moment to register what was happening when you shuffled toward her, and her brain began to short circuit more than usual when your lips got a lot closer to hers than they had ever been before. She fell over of course, forward rolling headfirst thanks to her awkward position and extreme panic, avoiding the kiss in a way never seen before.

Instantly, you jolt back, red flush consuming your neck and cheeks at an alarming rate. "I am so sorry Hazel, I thought there was something—I thought there was like a thing... I don't know what I thought." You stand abruptly, stumbling backward as Hazel makes her own way to her feet. She's got dust on her jeans as she rises, and an audacious smile snaking its way onto her expression.

"Did you just try to kiss me?"

Hazel watches as you shift on your feet, looking near tears again after all that had happened. "I'm sorry," you say again, a hand coming up to cover your mouth in shame, muffling your next words. "I thought you liked me too, I don't know what came over me."

There's a loud ringing in Hazel's ears from then on, a buzzing that blocks out everything except for you as her brain processes it all, working to take step after step in your direction. She reaches up, when close enough, and pulls your hand away from your lips, holding it in her own.

"Can I kiss you?" Her voice is quiet, but her smile is more than present as she waits for your response. A response she's been wanting for months, to a question she'd always been too afraid to ask.

GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreadss @hiya-itsamber @s00buwu

BOTTOMS TAGLIST: empty

AN: not my best work but it's gay enough

reblogs are appreciated!

[enid-rhees]

hiii i was wondering if i could request a hazel x reader fic where isabel hosts a party and the fight club all play seven minutes in heaven and reader gets paired with hazel and things get a lil hot n heavy

omg yes yes i love this sm !! tysm for your request anon <3 !!

— warnings: heavy make out session, nothing too spicy [MINORS DNI]

— a/n: i am now officially writing for Hazel 🫶🏻

“what are we? TWELVE?” Josie shouted, as PJ just suggested you all try to play Seven Minutes in Heaven.

Isabel had thrown a party only days after the fight on the field, and everyone in the fight club was invited. you took a seat next to Brittany, but also directly across from Hazel.

from your observation, she looked nervous, like she didn’t want to be here. you guessed that parties like this weren’t her thing, and they weren’t yours either.

she looked over at you, your eyes meeting. but you immediately broke your eyes away from hers, putting your attention back on PJ.

“oh c’mon! don’t be like that, it’ll be fun!” PJ argued back, “we have enough people! pleaseee!”

“okay! fine! let’s play it.” Josie finally gave in, sitting down next to Isabel. you chuckled at the small bicker, shaking your head slightly.

Isabel placed an empty beer bottle in the center of the circle. “so whichever two people it lands on, they have to go inside that bedroom,” she pointed to a bedroom behind Hazel, “and spend seven minutes inside of there. and don’t be fucking lame and sit in silence.”

you took a deep breath and crossed your legs, leaning your arms on your knees and holding your head up on the back of your hands. Isabel spun the bottle, and it rotated around everyone, and then slowed down, eventually landing on… Hazel.

Hazel stared at the bottle with a blank expression while everyone started to cheer. meanwhile, your heart has dropped. the thought of Hazel being with someone else in there hurt just a tiny bit.

“Hazel! you will be going with…” Isabel trailed off as she spun the bottle once more. it felt like an eternity, just watching the bottle spin and spin. you blinked, and suddenly the bottle was on you. “Y/N!”

cheering erupted from the girls once more. you looked up at Hazel, who was blushing profusely. your heart rate sped up, and then Isabel was pulling you up by the hand, pushing you towards Hazel.

“you have seven minutes! no more, no less! and do something good!” she shouted as she pushed the two of you inside the bedroom. she closed and locked the door.

the two of you stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do or say. you swore Hazel might’ve been able hear your heartbeat from how hard it was beating.

“one of us needs to say something.” Hazel pleaded in a whisper. “what am i supposed to say in this situation?” you responded back.

there was a moment of silence before Hazel spoke up again, “i’ve… noticed the way you’ve looked at me before.” you looked away from her when she said that, now looking down at the ground.

Hazel sighed and walked closer to you. she grabbed your face in her hands, forcing you to look her in the eyes again. she pulled you closer, and then your lips met.

it took you a moment to process what was happening, but then you grabbed her waist and kissed back. her lips felt so good on yours, it didn’t even feel real in that moment.

Hazel gently pushed you back until your knees hit the edge of the bed and you fell back on it. she crawled on top of you, keeping you locked in underneath her. your lips reconnected in a messy and needy kiss.

you had spent months fantasizing about this very moment, you underneath Hazel while she kissed you with all she had. your bodies tangled with each other, your hands wandering over her body, just wanting to take in every little bit of Hazel.

she kissed you feverishly, barely breaking apart from your lips to breathe. Hazel didn’t want to lose a second of any minute she would spend in here with you, not knowing if this would be the only time she would ever get to have you like this.

Hazel eventually broke away from you, but only to connect her lips to your neck. the shy, quiet version of Hazel you were so used to seeing had vanished, leaving you quite taken aback at how she was acting right now. you gasped as her lips softly sucked on the skin of your neck.

“Haze,” you whimpered, and she pulled away to look you in the eyes. you tangled your fingers through her hair and pushed her back down onto your lips.

you didn’t want this moment to end. anything to keep kissing Hazel like this, you would do it. she was so addicting, you still couldn’t believe this moment was actually happening.

Hazel’s hands slid under your shirt, and you shivered at how cold they were. she squeezed the skin of your hips, softly kneading the skin. you sighed into her lips, keeping your fingers locked in her hair.

the door suddenly swung open, not giving Hazel any time to pull away from you. all you heard was a screaming cheer in PJ’s voice. “shit, they were actually about to fuck.” Josie exclaimed from beside her.

Hazel crawled off of you and you both stood awkwardly next to each other, despite what just happened not even thirty seconds ago. “your time is up, girls.” Isabel smirked, “but it seemed like you two lost track of time, hm?”

her face turned a bright red while yours burned, and you two were suddenly avoiding eye contact once more. you walked out of the room and she followed seconds later. you leaned against the wall while she stood next to you still.

“i’ve been wanting to do that. for a while now.” Hazel admitted out of nowhere. you looked over at her, smiling slightly. “me too.”

she walked closer to you, now leaning on the wall with you. “you know,” you spoke again, and swallowed a knot in your throat. “we could always… ditch this party and go to my place.”

Hazel stared at you for a moment, before taking your hand in hers and dragging you to the front door, not even bothering to let the girls know that you were leaving.

[atyourmerci]

☾⋆°✩ maddas masterlist ☾⋆°✩

Abby Anderson

Series

♡ Repent , Corruption , Salvation

♡ Hook, line, and sinker , part 2 , part 3(wip)

♡ To the light is to the darkness , Vengeance

One chapter works

♡ Enough for now

♡ Everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer!

♡ Anything for you, miss (wip)

Drabbles

♡ dom!abby makes you hump your bed

♡ Dom!abby cockwarming you during a scary movie

♡ Softdom!abby X plus sized artist reader

Headcannons

♡ Your galaxy

Moodboards

♡Enough for now

♡Anything for you, miss

♡ To the light is to the darkness

Ellie Williams

Drabbles

♡ Ellie gets whiny w a double-sided strap

ೀ enjoy ೀ

[abbysbunny]

VIDEO GAMES • 🎮

summery: your girlfriend is distracted but you need attention 🫧

warnings: thigh riding (r!receiving)

notes: haze was in my dream last night so I knew I had to write about her!!!!!!!

your girlfriend had been distracted for the past couple hours, she was paying more attention to her monitor than you . you laid on her bed scrolling on your phone, waiting for her to bed done

she was man spreading on her black gaming chair, her position made you want her attention even more, 'haze?' you called out, 'mh?' she hummed, 'when are you gonna be done? i wanna hang out' you pouted, 'give me like 20 minutes' but you didn't want to wait 20 whole minutes

you slowly walked over to her and snaked your hands to her shoulders, you stood over her chair with your eyes glued to her monitor, you massaged her shoulders, hoping to get her attention . she continued playing her game, not paying attention to you at all, you moved on to plan b, sitting on her lap

you quickly straddled her lap, leaving no time for her to have a reaction, you put your head where her neck and shoulder meet, you slowly rocked your hips on her thigh, trying to not make it noticeable, you dragged your clothed cunt against her leg

she quickly noticed your movements and turned off her mic, 'what are you doing?' she grinned and firmly stopped your hips with her hands . 'nothin' you mumbled, 'nothing?' she repeated, you nodded and smiled against her shirt

she turned off her game, leaving her teammates by themselves, with a firm grip on your hips she pressed your core down on her thigh . a quiet whimper left your mouth, she chuckled and continued her movements

'faster haze' you began peppering kisses on her neck, sucking on her skin . she sped up her pace, you let out lewd noises and you felt yourself growing wetter by the moment

you felt a feeling grow in your stomach as you rode her thigh, 'haze, I'm gonna cum' she gently slapped your ass leaving a slight red mark, you flinched at the feeling and shut your eyes

you felt your orgasm wash over you, your eyes rolled back and your hips bucked, 'mhh' you hummed into her shoulder, she slowly stopped her movements and let you come down from your high

'baby you left a stain on my jeans' she looked at you and chuckled

[cxrsed-angel]

Making Up for Lost Time: Pt 2 of Hazel Fic (Hazel Callahan x Reader)

Gif credits: @/taiturner

Warnings: Smut 18+, Fingering (r!reciving), strap on (r!receiving), oral, (hazel!receiving), slight dom hazel. Fem!reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy its been a WIP for a while <3

Wc: 2k

You ring Hazel's doorbell, taking a step back to wait. She texted you to come to her place after school during your cheer practice. After double-checking that her mom (or any of her guests) wouldn't be there, you agreed and told her you’d meet her at her house (mansion) after your cheer practice. You stare up at her home. No matter how many times you’ve seen it, you still get shocked by how big her house is. You're pulled out of your thoughts about how much her mom must pay for this when you hear Hazel shout through the door. 

“I'm coming. Hold on!” you hear Hazel’s footsteps which you assume are her going down those big ass stairs in her big ass mansion. You also hear a slight thump, which worries you. “OW! Shit, Shit!.” 

Hazel opens the door smiling, out of breath, and her face red. But you could tell she was happy about something. Her blue eyes are big and bright as she greets you, and you notice the bruises have healed from the fight.

You look at her for a minute as she opens the front door, realizing what you just heard. “Did you fall?” “Yeah, I fell down the stairs, but I'm fine, come in, come in!” You follow her into her, seeing her bounce a bit, smiling. She grabs your hand, practically dragging you upstairs towards her room.

“Hazel? What’s going on with you. Why are you so excited.” you ask, still confused but smiling, unsure why she’s in such a good mood. You can't help but smile at her, curious about why she is basically bouncing off the walls. 

“Hazel! What’s going on? What happened?” You ask again, but she doesn't say anything, continuing to lead you to her bedroom. 

 She closes the door and then stands in front of you, biting her lip still smiling, her hands behind her back hiding something. She hands you a piece of paper from her back pocket. 

You look at it, assuming that's why she was so happy. You glance one more time at her, still curious, before reading the note for a few minutes before getting confused. Not really understanding what you are reading or was supposed to be reading. You see a bunch of incoherent doodles and notes and realize this is from her notebook.

 “Baby, um.. this is a piece of paper from your notebook.” 

You hand her back the note, and she frowns, reading the paper before putting it in her pocket, grabbing another one, and handing it to you. 

“Oh. Shit, sorry. this is the right one.” 

You look at Hazel, confused at what she just gave you, reading the doctor's note. But then you remember you had asked for a doctor's note before you could have sex after her injuries from the fight. Of course, you didn’t mean for her to literally give you a doctor’s note saying she could have sex, but that was your fault. You know Hazel doesn’t understand sarcasm. You stare at the note, not really surprised Hazel had managed to ask a doctor for a physical doctor's note for permission or clearance to have sex. You look at her, speechless, unsure how to respond.

Hazel smiles, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to her. “So…I got you the note…can we do it now?” you feel her hands wandering under your shirt, rubbing your lower back. “Because, um, it’s been like ages since I’ve fucked you.” 

You nod, slightly dazed at her words. Her voice deepens, and her hands run along your lower back. You feel your body heat rising, getting wet at the thought of Hazel fucking you. It’s been so long. since you’ve been together since she fucked you. You’ve been having sex dreams about Hazel and her hands moving down your body. You’ve missed her touch, it’s only been a few weeks, but it felt like forever. 

You use the little bit of self-control you have to double-check it is okay and safe for her. You bring your arms around her neck, looking at her seriously. 

“Are you sure? You don't have a concussion anymore? You got beaten up pretty badly, baby. I mean, we could barely kiss because of your broken nose.”

You continue to look at Hazel; seeing her eyes soften, she nods confidently.

“yes, I’m all healed, and we only couldn’t kiss the first two weeks after the fight because I wasn’t gonna go months without kissing you.””

“Yeah.. sure. We can do it now if you want?” you ask breathless, as she brings her hands to your cheek, wasting no time pulling your lips onto hers, kissing you (adjective). You close your eyes as your lips press against her. She breaks the kiss, pulling away, but your lips search for hers, not wanting to stop. You continue making out, letting your lips explore each other. You grab her hips, pulling her closer to you. You pull away after what feels like an eternity before you both stop, taking a breath. Your lips linger close to hers, almost touching. You look at her, feeling a bit dizzy from her touch. Her hands remain on your face as she smiles, and you see her face red, flushed, and blushing. 

She moves her hand around your lower waist, walking and guiding you backward to her bed. You feel the bed behind you lay down, pulling her on top of your as lips meet again. You run your fingers through her shaggy mullet-esque hair, feeling comfortable enough to tug lightly on it since you know her concussion has healed. She moves her hand under your blue and white cheer skirt, lightly rubbing your pussy through the fabric of your underwear. You let out a moan, closing your eyes as you grind your hips against her hand, slowly searching for more.

“God hazel, please, please, I need you.” You beg quietly. You run your hands down her back before sliding her brown oversized vest off her shoulder. She helps, moving her arms out, and you toss it to the side of her room.

Hazel laughs a bit as she leans over you. “I know… I can tell.” her voice gets a bit deeper as she moves her hand under your skirt, moving your panties to the side, running her fingers along your needy cunt, her cold sliver rings ghosting along your sensitive clit; you let out a moan.

“You’re soaked already. I’ve barely done anything. all this just from kissing?” Hazel teases as she continues rubbing her fingers along your slit, enjoying how you melt under her touch. 

You nod, throwing your back against her pillow, gasping as she slides two fingers inside, slowly moving them in and out of your aching pussy.

“Ah! Oh fuck….Yeah, I just…I just missed you. Missed this. Fuck Hazel.” you close your eyes, grabbing onto her wrist as her fingers curl up, pumping faster in and out of your dripping cunt. The sounds of your wetness and your moans fill the room. You feel the pleasure building more and more, your release inching closer and closer when suddenly her finger pulls out, leaving you empty. You sit up looking at her, confused but instantly getting more turned on when you see your placing her fingers between her lips, tasting your wetness and cleaning her fingers. 

Hazel pulls your lips back onto hers, placing a sloppy kiss on your mouth, subtly tasting yourself on her tongue.  You pull away and watch her look at you for a second before you move your hands up to her pattered bowling shirt to take off, but she moves away before you can.

“Oh fuck wait,” You frown, confused, as she jumps off her bed and walks towards a drawer. You watch her as she pulls out something, but she moves it behind her back before you can see. A smile forms on your lips as she walks back to the bed.

“what do you have?” you ask, trying to peak, but she shakes her head. 

“it’s a surprise. Close your eyes.” Hazel laughs, still holding her hands behind her back, hiding the object. You reluctantly cover your eyes for a second, and you hear rustling and her muttering and cursing under your breath.

“Hazel?” you ask, mildly concerned, but she reassures you she’s fine, but you’re not sure. After a few minutes, she sighs.

“I need help.” you hear her sounding defeated and disappointed. You move your hands from over your eyes and see her holding a 7-inch blue dildo in one hand and a strap-on harness in the other. “I can’t fucking put it in.” 

You can’t help but smile at her, nodding. “I’ll help you.” You kiss her cheek as you grab them from her hands, putting the dildo through the hole of the strap harness when you notice the toy seems new.

“This new? You ask, looking away from the harness and seeing her nod and her blue eyes light up, getting excited. 

“Yeah, there was a sale, and I saw this, and I don't know, I thought it was cool.”

You smile, seeing her eyes still sparking up as she talks about the glow-in-the-dark dildo. You can’t help but let out a small laugh. You love her so fucking much she makes your heart bursts. You go back, remembering what you were doing.

“That’s fucking cool, baby! Did you get anything else?” she shakes her head no as you hand her the strap on now with the dildo attached. You watch her put it on over her green snoopy boxers, getting more turned on at the sight. She looks up at you, her big blue eyes full of lust. Hazel moves, pulling you closer to her and crashing your lips together sloppily, making out she moves her hands down your body, landing on your ass over your ( too short) cheer skirt. You feel her moan against your lips. 

“Have I told you how hot you look in this baby,” she whispers, pulling her lips off of yours as you nod. You’re tempted to reply with sarcasm, but you remember who your girlfriend is. You kiss her softly before answering. 

“Yea, you have, but you also practically stare at my ass after every game, so it's pretty obvious.” 

 You bring your fingers to her patterned bowling shirt, unbuttoning and pushing it off. You can’t help but stare at her in her black sports bra and how good her tits look.

“Fuck hazel. You moan slightly, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer to you. Her lips crash onto yours again. Her hands run down your back to the bottom of your shirt, taking it off. You look at Hazel, full of lust.

“Need you, Hazel. Need you to fuck me,” you watch as Hazel grabs a bottle of lube, putting it on her “dick” She grabs the tip rubbing it along your folds; you let a whine as she teases you. You move, sitting on her lap, slowly sinking onto the dildo; you close your eyes, feeling the toy stretch around you. You let out a gasp.

“Hazel..” you moan, and she nods.

Hazel’s hand grips your ass under your short cheer skirt. She watches you move up and down the purple dildo. Hazel looks up at you for a second before glancing down, watching the silicon cock slide in and out of your wet pussy. She can't decide on what to look at more. You're blissed out, gasping as you bounce on top of her dildo. Her hands continue, squeezing her ass as you move faster.

“Fuck Hazel, you feel so good! Don’t stop. Please, baby, don't stop.”

Hazel's eyes beam as she looks at you smiling. “You close? You wanna cum? You're so pretty like this.” 

Hazel compliments you, and you open your eyes, looking at her and feeling yourself getting closer Hazel can tell you're about cum as you continue riding her strap. She reaches in between and rubs your sensitive clit. She thrusts up fucking into you faster, your release coming closer. You roll your hips around faster, and you feel your body tightens as you feel your orgasm wave over you cumming, her name falling off your lips. 

You sigh, collapsing against her chest, coming down from your release, she carefully slides the dick out of your sensitive core, and you take a deep breath. You move off of her, laying next to her.

You watch as Hazel removes the strap-on harness, setting it aside before lying beside you. You smile, kissing her again. You both lay on her bed quietly, enjoying the moment for a few minutes, but after catching your breath, you turn to face her, smiling slightly. 

“Round 2?” you ask, and she shakes her head, laughing at your suggestion. 

“Wow, you missed sleeping with me that much?” She asks, smiling at you, and you nod agreeing. It’s true you missed being with her so much. Moving your hands down to the waistband of her boxers. She raises her eyebrows, lifting her hips and helping you remove them. You move, lowering yourself in between her legs and kissing her thighs. 

“Gotta make up for the lost time,” you smile, rubbing her thighs. You lightly kiss her bud, enjoying the moans coming from her. You licking her wet core.

“Just you gotta stop getting into fights, 'cause I can't really do this if you're always getting a concussion and black eyes and shit babe.” 

Hazel laughs as she agrees, her hand rubbing the back of your head. “I know, I know. I don't exactly enjoy getting beat up either.” You let out a laugh; looking at her, you bring your fingers circling her bud, enjoying the moans she lets out. 

“But I will admit you did look kinda hot covered in blood.” You continue eating her out, beginning the start of a long night of making up for lost time. 

[everybodyhatesari]

Seeing a character in a new light for a few hours after they cheat on u in a fanfic Is a different kinda pain 💔

[lily-fics-11]

The Girl Next Door: Chapter 2 (Hazel Callahan, Bottoms)

Fic master post here (feel free to comment to be added to taglist)

The Girl Next Door

You hadn't been close with your neighbor Hazel for years. But you find her beat up in the locker room after fight club and all of that changes.

Chapter 2

Car rides with Hazel have you falling for her harder than ever. 

CW: mentions of blood and injury, mentions of violence, cursing, Taylor Swift references (I know not everyone is a fan so if people don't like it, I won't add anymore) *not beta read

You and Hazel walk to your car in silence. You get in the car and pass her the aux. “You still listen to Taylor Swift?” She asks shyly. 

“Of course I do!” You tell her with the biggest smile. She remembers your favorite singer. Does she remember all the times you would sing those songs together?

“What do you think about the new albums? And the re-recordings?” Hazel sounds excited to talk about Taylor Swift too, she remembers. 

“The 10 Minute Version of All Too Well has literally changed my life.”

“Should I put it on?”

“Absolutely!”

Before you know it you are on your way home, scream singing the 10 Minute Version of All Too Well, with Hazel. Since the song came out you’ve been listening to it over and over and thinking about her. There were so many lyrics that reminded you of your relationship with her. 

Her sweet disposition, and your wide eyed gaze. Being able to picture it after all these days. You might be okay but you’re not fine at all. How you got lost in translation. You had lost the one real thing you had ever known. It was rare, you were there, you remember it all to well.

But singing these lyrics with her, it was healing all those old wounds in a way you didn’t know was possible. You were stealing glances to see the smile on her face. Sometimes she would catch your gaze. As the words “ever lovely jewel” play she’s looking right at you.

Usually you were happy to live so close to the school. It was convenient. But with Hazel beside you it just wasn’t enough time. It’s hard to keep the smile on your face as you pull into your driveway, knowing that your time together is about to end. 

As soon as you are parked Hazel throws open the door, like she’s trying to run away. 

“Wait!” You yell at her, wondering why she’s so anxious the get out of your car. You do have to admit that this was a little overwhelming for you and it probably was for her too. She was the one that left you. She probably never wanted to be in this situation. 

She’s halfway out the door when she acknowledges you. She doesn’t say anything, just stares at you. 

You nervously clear your throat. 

“I just wanted to see if 8:00 was good for tomorrow morning…”

“Yeah. Yes. See you then.” Is all she has to say before she’s out and walking away from your car.

You were hurt for a moment but you started to watch her walk away and you realized that her wearing your sweatshirt meant that she was wearing your last name across her back. You just started giggling and then you punched your fist in the air and said “yes” when you thought about the smell of your perfume being stuck on her, even if it was only for a little while. You were never religious but you point up at the sky and say thank you. 

That night you spent about an hour curating the perfect outfit and set your alarm for an extra hour early so you would have time to perfect your makeup. 

When your alarm goes off the next morning you are immediately up and getting ready for the day, which is as stark contrast to your usual slamming of the snooze button. 

You usually just filled in your eyebrows and put on mascara for school but today you were going to be the first person Hazel saw and you wanted to stay on her mind all day. 

You start with your face. A little bronzer to warm up your face and a little blush to liven you up. Some highlighter on your cheekbones and the tip of your nose to catch light, and Hazel's attention. You also add a bit of highlighter to the inner corner of your eyes to draw her eyes right where you wanted it. You add a subtle wing to further accentuate your eyes and then do your usual mascara and brow routine. You finish off with your lips. You over-line them with a darker brown and fill them in with a nude lipstick to make them look as full as they can. You add a layer of lip gloss on top to make them look as inviting as possible. Not that you expect anything to come of this, but you can dream, right?

Your light wash ripped jeans are high waisted and perfectly hug the shape of your body. Your shirt is the perfect amount of low cut to highlight your assets and short enough to expose a tasteful amount of midriff. You put on your trusty pair of converse for good luck. 

You are in your car a few minutes early feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement. You sip on your coffee as you wait for Hazel. 

The clock hits 8:00, no Hazel. Not a problem though. You told her a few minutes early because you know she has a tendency to run late. That girl is nothing if not easily distracted.  

Hazel emerges from her house at 8:05 looking a little disheveled. She’s got hair sticking up out of place and she’s wearing… holy shit she is wearing your sweatshirt again!

Hazel plops down into your car. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be late. I was just thinking about… things, and lost track of time.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You tell her, and you can’t help yourself from pointing out “I see that you’re still wearing my sweatshirt.”

Her eyes widen, pupils dilating, and a bright red flush appears on her face. 

“I, um, fell asleep in it last night. And I didn’t have time to find another sweatshirt after getting dressed,” she tries excuse but you don’t need any justification. It takes everything in you not to giggle and kick your feet. Your sweatshirt. On Hazel all night. The smell of your perfume on her and now on her pillows and sheets. 

You just nod, “makes sense.”

“I didn’t even have time to make coffee,” she shakes her head in disappointment.

You are not really sure what caffeine would do to someone like Hazel but you still offer “you can have some of mine.” You didn’t think it was possible, but she is blushing even more.

“No, it’s totally fine. It’s my fault I don’t have any coffee. I’m the one that got distracted. You shouldn’t have to give up any of your coffee because I’m a mess.”

“I don’t usually finish it before it gets cold. So feel free to go for it.”

She doesn’t say anything.

“We used to share everything, right?” You remind her.

“We used to share everything.” She echos. 

She mumbles something under her breath that you can’t quite make out. But to your surprise she picks up the coffee and takes a sip. 

You bite down a smile when you see a bit of your lipstick on her mouth, it must have gotten left behind from when you were drinking it. 

“What?” She questions, seeing your failed attempt at holding back a smile.

“You’ve got a little something…” you motion to your mouth. 

She looks confused and opens the visor to look in the mirror. You expect her to be upset that your lipstick got on her but she just giggles. “Believe me, this color looks very good on you, but I think it looks even better on me.”

You can’t help but giggle too.

To your surprise she doesn’t bother to wipe the lipstick off, she just leaves it there. Leaving behind the indirect connection of your lips for anyone to see. Not your ideal way to leave your lipstick on her lips but you can’t complain either. 

Your sweatshirt. Your lipstick. You feel like you are going to pass out. 

You clear your throat, “we should probably get going…” Hazel nods in agreement. 

You turn on the car and put it in reverse. 

“Can I have the aux?” She asks.

“Go for it.” You pull out of the driveway. 

“I made us a playlist.” Your jaw drops and you accidentally slam on the breaks. 

You look at Hazel and Hazel looks at you in a panic. “I’m so sorry!” You tell her.

“It’s ok, it’s fine, it’s all good,” she tries to assure you but she is clearly fearing for her life. How stupid could you be? Hazel will never get in your car again after this!

You just stare at her for a minute trying to gauge where she’s at. She clears her throat. “You should probably drive now…” she suggests.

You just nod and start to drive, focusing on the road, afraid to make eye contact. 

“So, the playlist,” she says very hesitantly, “it’s all the Taylor Swift songs we haven’t gotten to listen to together.”

Your mouth drops open and you are speechless.

Her eyes widen, and she quickly tries remedy the situation “if you don’t want to listen to it we don’t have to!”

“No! That’s not it. I’m just surprised. That’s all.” You mumble, just clear enough for her to understand what you are saying. 

“I always used to make us playlists,” it’s her turn to remind you. The memory is a little bittersweet, tainted by the years of separation.  Music starts playing over the speaker. 

If there is one thing people should know about Hazel it’s that she’s a talker. She can talk about anything and everything for hours on end. But in the best way possible. She always puts a smile on the face of whoever she is talking to. It’s quite endearing. 

Hazel goes off on a tangent about fight club. After telling you the story of how she ended up in the state you found her in yesterday she pauses for a moment. 

“You could always come with me today, to fight club. We meet everyday after school.” She shyly offers.

“Hazel I don’t know if you remember the blood all over you yesterday, but I do. And you have a black eye.” You are thinking it but neglect to mention how the black eye and smear of your lipstick are making you feel a certain type of way. 

“Yes there are, side effects, but it’s worth it to learn how to defend yourself. I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you.” That last part comes out as more of a mumble that may not have been intended for you to hear. 

You start to take the offer into consideration. How far are you willing to go to spend more time with Hazel? You don’t want to seem desperate, doing something you clearly don’t want to do just for her. So you ask “Isabel and Brittany are in the club, right?” They are two of your very close friends. 

“Yeah, and a bunch of other girls. I promise that everyone is really nice. Everyone except PJ. No one is trying to hurt you. Everyone except PJ. But if you are worried about who you are going to have to fight, you can just pair up with me until you get comfortable. You know I would never do anything to hurt you.” A lump forms in your throat and you focus on the road, afraid that if you look at her you will burst into tears. If asked at the age of 13 you would have said that Hazel would never in a million years do anything to hurt you. You absolutely believe she would never physically harm you. But she didn’t just break your heart, she ripped it out of your chest and stomped on it. If anything you would have preferred for her to have punched you square in the face. That pain would have only been temporary. A million thoughts are swimming through your mind but you snap back into reality once you realize that you just parked your car. 

You thought the pain of losing Hazel was the worst thing you would ever feel. But now that you are thinking about it, missing out on the opportunity to get Hazel back would be astronomically worse. You remind yourself that you wouldn’t be getting Hazel in the way that you truly want her. But it was better than not having her at all. You turn towards her and she is looking at you expectantly. 

You let out a deep breath you don’t know you were holding in when you tell her: “fuck it, I’m in.” Her face lights up.

“It’s going to be great,” she assures you, “I promise.” She holds out her pinky and you feel butterflies in your stomach. You hook your pinky around hers and you both kiss your thumbs. The way you always used to.

[s0ftb1tch12]

very quick and desperate and huge brainrot bUT BAND!AU BOTTOMS INSPIRED BY THAT ONE MUNA FANCAM OF NO IDEA

guitarist! hazel x lead singer! reader

ACTUALLY ON THAT NOTE

hazel callahan one shots based on MUNA songs, ESPECIALLY silk chiffon cause that song has crack infused in it and i’m absolutely addicted

[pinkygirliee]

Fic recs

I’ve read way too many wlw fics and here are the ones that caught my heart the last year. Hope you’ll enjoy them!

Abby Anderson

Yeah she’s cute and all but I’d rather fuck you by @prettygirlontheside

Content: friends to lovers, dom! Abby, smut (fingering, oral), pillow princess! Reader.

Ellie Williams

Sharp like a knife by @clemellie

Content: enemies to lovers (kinda), mean! Ellie, pining, dom! Ellie, pillow princess! Reader, fingering, spanking.

Once again for the first time by @lovelettersfromluna

Content: friends to lovers, not actually unrequited love, angst with comfort, possessive! Ellie, jealous! Ellie, Ellie being mad at y/n trying to move on, kinda toxic! Ellie.

Fuck, marry, kill by @aganzovictor

Content: not actually unrequited love, (it has 4 parts, I highly recommend to read all of them), Ellie being jealous and possessive in part 2.

Her handler by @aganzovictor

Content: (one of the best Ellie fics I’ve read) smut, Ellie being lowkey possessive.

Hazel Callahan

Falling behind by @astroph1les

Content: friends to lovers, idiots in love, pillow princess! Reader, player! Hazel, inexperienced! Reader, hickies (reader receiving). It has a part two that is pure smut and I highly recommend it, (they’re in college).

Bottoms the podcast by @hazelsmirrorball

Content: (this one had me giggling and kicking my feet) rockstar! Hazel, cocky! Hazel, (they’re grown up).

[hazelnelliesgf]

UP AND COMING FICS/DRABBLES!:

-> Tattoo Artist!Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

-> SpiderGirl!Hazel Callahan x Fem!Reader

-> Ellie Williams x Barmaid!Reader

-> SpeedRacer!Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

-> Drummer!Hazel Callahan x Base Guitarist!Reader

-> Hazel Callahan x Singer!Reader

-> Mean!Ellie Williams x Sensitive!Reader

-> Farmer!Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader