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Rock Her Shit, Pt. 2 | Hazel Callahan x Reader

Okay so this ended up having some smut at the end which I have never written before.

First date + PJ gets kicked in the chest + you comfort Hazel

Plus size/larger than Hazel reader, continuation of the previous part

TW piercings, mentions of needles, PJ being mean

PJ and Josie ended the meeting after your injury, but not before PJ yelled at everyone to remind them of the next meeting. All the girls had left except you and Hazel, who usually stayed later to pack up the equipment.

You join her and help her put everything away, working side by side in comfortable silence. Once everything had been put away, you sat next to each other in the bleachers. Hazel looked down at her lap, playing with the rings on her fingers. She was fidgety, unsure of what happens now. Your gaze was fixed on her hands too, remembering how they felt on you, wondering how they would feel again.

They really were beautiful. What you thought was black nail polish was actually dark green, chipped and pulled at. Her hands were slender and strong, with multiple rings on both. You studied them. On her right pinky was a small silver band, then of course the infamous dragonfly ring on her middle finger. Her thumb had one that wrapped around it, circular spirals at the ends. Her left hand had an aluminum ring stamped with “dyke” on her ring finger, and two rings on her pointer, a moonstone and a midi ring. Finishing her collection was a thick ring on her thumb that had a smaller ring to spin on top of it. She played with it now as you both gazed at her hands.

“I love your rings.” You whisper to her softly. She stops playing with them and looks up at you.

“Really?” She asks almost in disbelief. “It’s not too much?”

“No. They’re perfect. I would kill for a collection as cool as yours. I have sensory issues with rings so I just can’t wear them for long. But yours are beautiful. Where do you get them?” You grab her right hand to play with your favorite, remembering how it brought you two together.

“A lot of them I got from this little shop I like. They have different artists come in and they can sell their stuff. So sometimes I don’t know who made them or found them. But this one I made myself” She points to the dyke ring. “I got a little stamping kit at a craft store. And the dragonfly is from an estate sale. My mom likes really expensive stuff but it feels weird wearing Gucci jewelry at school. I have a lot more at my house. These are just the ones I like to wear every day. Sometimes I go to the farmers market, and there’s a girl who makes rings out of spoon handles! It’s so cool. She told me all about how she melts them in her garage with a blowtorch. She’s our age and goes to a different school. I tried to be her friend but I don’t really know how to make friends. But we talk when I go to the market, and I think she knows my name now! Her and her girlfriend have a little booth together.” Her voice fades off, and you raise your eyebrows.

“You can tell me more. I like listening to you talk. It’s interesting. I still get my jewelry from Claire’s.” You confess. She looks relieved. You couldn’t help but notice how put down she looks when she thinks you aren’t listening. But you always were. In class, at fight club, now. Hazel always captured your attention.

“Claire’s is cool! I got my ears pierced there in 6th grade. But then I took them out because they hurt. I’ve been too scared to get them re-pierced. How do you even stand a needle going through your skin like that? You have so many!” She refers to your ear piercings.

“Yeah, it can really hurt sometimes. But after they heal you just forget they’re there. It’s as painless as putting on rings.”

“I don’t think I believe you. How many piercings do you have?” She looks at your ears, trying to count.

You tuck your hair behind your ears to show her. “I have six on this ear and four on the other. Both of them I have double lobes, and then some different cartilage. They all have different names. I have a conch, daith, and some helix. The backs are flat, see? So no poking me. I never take them out unless I see a cool new labret.”

She traces your jewelry softly with her hands, and you can feel her breath on your neck. “What is a labret? Which ones are which?” She asks earnestly.

You explain to her what it means and point out the different jewelry in your ears. She was fascinated. It gave you an idea. You stand up abruptly and pull her along with you.

“What?” She looks confused and concerned.

“Don’t worry Haze. I just had an idea. You up for an adventure?” You wrap your hands around her and step closer.

“Y-yeah. Do I need to be worried?” She gazes up to you and places her hands on your arms.

“No, but I suspect you will be anyway.”You gently kiss her forehead and she leans into you. “C’mon! Let’s go!” You lead her out of the gym and to your car.

You park in front of a tattoo shop and Hazel looks terrified.

“Hey. Look at me. It’s gonna be great. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay?” You try to reassure her, but the small girl shrinks into herself more. “I’m going to get a new piercing. Maybe my eyebrow. If you want, you can get your ear lobes pierced. Either way I will buy you a special treat after for being a good girl.”

The offer of a special treat gets her attention and she sits up in the passenger seat. You calling her a good girl also grabbed her attention and made her heart flutter.

“Okay! Let’s go. What are you waiting for?” She hops out of the car and you enter the shop together.

“Hey Katie!” You greet the receptionist. “Any time for a couple piercings today? I’m thinking an eyebrow for me, and maybe something for my friend.” Hazel was by your side, glancing nervously at the new space.

“Yeah Y/N, Paige just finished up with a client so we can probably get you right back. Any changes for your paperwork?” The redhead asks you and you tell her no, you just need a form for Hazel.

You sit together and Hazel answers the questions on the sheet as well as giving Katie her drivers license. You see the picture then, she’s doing a big, cheesy bunny smile with dimples on display. Much cuter than your stone-faced, scared-to-smile card.

Paige introduces themselves to Hazel and brings you two back to the piercing room, with Hazel still silent and frightened. You hold her hand to reassure her, and remind her she doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to.

“Paige can explain the process to you. They have all their certifications and did almost all of my piercings.” You explain to her. “You can just watch me and decide afterwards if you want any. No pressure.”

“I think I want to. I like earrings.” She tells you. “But I’m still kind of scared.”

“I’ll be right here with you.”

Paige preps their supplies for your eyebrow piercing. It feels different than your ears have, with no cartilage to go through. It was almost easier to handle than some of your other ones. But it definitely hurt more. You squeezed Hazel’s hand and took deep breaths.

It was her turn now, so the piercer changes the paper on their table and preps for Hazel’s earlobes. You switch places with the smaller girl and she kicks her feet impatiently while sitting. Her hands are gripping yours tightly, eyes looking deeply into yours. Her hands are cold and the metal of her rings amplifies it.

“Kiss for good luck?” You dare to ask, and Hazel swiftly complies. Your eyebrow was starting to hurt more, but you wanted to be there for your friend.

Friend? More than friend? You tried not to think about the label on this relationship as you helped her breathe through getting her ears done. She chose simple diamond studs, and was done before you knew it. Paige thanked you for coming and handed you a sheet on aftercare, even though you were well versed on it.

You paid for Hazel’s piercings and yours, as well as cleaning spray for her.

“Thank you. You really didn’t have to do that.”

“It was my pleasure. Or pain. This eyebrow thing hurts so much. How are your ears doing? They look really pretty. I like sparkly things.” You tell her as you walk back to your car.

“They feel… warm.” She replies. “I don’t know if they hurt yet. I just feel warm. But back to what you said before about a special treat? I was very brave. And I like milkshakes.”

“Milkshakes it is.” You head to your favorite diner with her, holding hands on the way. Maybe you can talk about what happened in the locker room, and what happens now. You had only kissed a couple people before, and it had never gone anywhere or any farther than that. Hazel made you nervous and unsure. She was so sweet to everyone, what made you special? Did she just want friendship? Was it a fluke? Your head was racing with thoughts until you sat down at the booth with her.

“Are we girlfriends? Does kissing make us girlfriends? I’ve never kissed anyone before. Do you like me? Is this a date or are we just friends? If you want to be friends that’s cool. I’ve liked being your friend at the club. You always reply to my emails which is really nice. No one else does that. PJ doesn’t even read them…” She trails off when she sees you staring at her.

“I think in order to be girlfriends we have to go on a couple dates first. Then we can talk about it again. But I would like to date you, Hazel. I’ve had a crush on you since the start of the club. I think you’re really cool. Let’s just start with this date, okay? Then maybe we can do some of the stuff you mentioned at school.” You reach for her hand across the table and she grabs it. She still looks nervous, so you remind her again. “I like you Hazel, and I think being girlfriends would be really great. Let’s just start with milkshakes, okay? What’s your flavor of choice?”

After the diner, you and Hazel started hanging out more and more. You had been dating for three weeks when she asked again if you were girlfriends. The answer was an enthusiastic yes, and you immediately memorized the date. Hazel made you a dyke ring, and yours had her name on the inside of it. She strung it on a chain for you and you wore it proudly.

At the planetarium, you ended up making out rather than watching the stars. Hazel didn’t let it last long, because she really wanted to know about dark matter and supernovas. You were also interested in that, but more interested in continuing what happened in the locker room. Your kisses since then hadn’t been nearly as heavy. You weren’t clouded by urgency and teen hormones anymore, with sweet kisses and playful flirty replacing desperate grabs and moaning.

You wanted more, but wanted Hazel to go at her own pace. You knew she was a year younger than you, having skipped first grade. She also confessed her nervousness and having no idea what she was doing. You let her know you didn’t either, but you wanted to explore your physical relationship together.

She took you to the farmers market and introduced you to the spoon ring maker, whose name turned out to be Yelena. You took a chance and asked if you could go on a double date with her and her partner. She accepted the offer and Hazel finally had a friendship with her.

The girls in the club knew you had something going on, but you never made it too obvious. At school you passed love notes to each other, and when Hazel came in one day wearing your sweater, everyone knew you were an item.

“Yeah, well, you have no friends and a skank as a mom, so” PJ says bluntly to your girlfriend.

Hazel looks defeated, and goes to grab her bag and leave. You stop her and stand up.

“PJ, just because you’re an insecure piece of shit doesn’t give you permission to be such a fucking bitch all the time. Hazel is right. We’ve all had a good time at this club and she has been a major part of that.” You make your way down the bleachers to confront her more. “We all like Hazel more than you, which is pretty easy, because no one really likes you. The only reason we stayed in this club is because of each other. Not you.”

“Wow Y/N that’s really fucking brave of you, never heard that one before.” She smugly replies, turning to everyone as if she’d won the argument. “You think you’re so cool because you’re dating a little nerd and finally got off your ass. Well news flash-“

She’s on the ground gasping for air before you even realize what happened.

“What the fuck Y/N?” Josie yells at you, checking on her best friend.

You tower over PJ, shocked that you really just kicked her down. In platform docs. In front of all your friends. She has the wind knocked out of her and is trying to sit up.

“You’re pathetic, PJ. Have fun with your club of nobody. Don’t talk to Hazel again.” You storm up the bleachers and grab your girlfriend, exiting the gym and the insight club. The other members follow, going to comfort Hazel and apologize on behalf of PJ.

“That was really unfair to you.” Isabel says.

“It’s not even true” adds Sylvie.

“Yeah, your emails are really helpful and you’ve made me feel so much stronger!” Stella Rebecca tells her friend.

“Thanks guys. I think I just want to go home.” A teary Hazel adds, leaning on you and handing you her car keys. “Can you stay with me tonight?” She asks with puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah, of course. We can stop by my house and then go. I’ll order in your favorite chinese.” You lead her to the car with your arm around her.

Someone removed PJ from the group chat and everyone had been texting wishing Hazel well. You were snuggled up in her bed together, an old movie playing on her TV. Once again you were playing with her rings, which she seemed to add more and more of. You counted eight today. She still wore her dragonfly ring every day, a reminder of how you got together.

“I can’t believe you kicked PJ like that. Where did you even learn how to do that?” She asks from in front of you. Hazel had a habit of leaning on your chest from in between your legs. She once claimed that it was because your thighs warmed her up, but you knew it was so you could play with her hair and rings.

“I don’t know. She was just making me mad. She’s always been so mean and dismissive of you and I never stood up for you. But I just couldn’t stand her talking about the girl I lo-“ You stop yourself from that word coming out. You had only been with Hazel for a month and a half. Did you love her? Whatever you felt for her felt like love, but you didn’t want to scare her away. “like, like she was. It was unfair to you to not stand up for you.”

“Love?” Hazel asks, turning to look up at you. “Did you say the girl you love?”

“I- I said a lot of other things, Hazel. Important things you need to hear! You don’t deserve to be treated that way, girlfriend or not! You’re a good person with a lot of friends! everyone in that club is your friend! I’m your friend and”

“I love you Y/N.” She interrupts you with a shout, and kisses you.

“I love you too, Hazel” You add between kisses, when she lets you get a breath in.

Hazel is kissing you fiercely now, tongue in your mouth, biting your lower lip. She adjusts her position on you to straddle one of your thighs, and you scoot yourself lower to lay flat on the bed.

She kisses your cheek, down your jaw, and eventually reaches the spot right below your ear. She bites and sucks at the sensitive spot, and you moan her name.

“Hazel - Haze. Hey.” She immediately detaches from you.

“Am I going too fast? I’m sorry. I just really love kissing you and we haven’t done anything like this since we got together and I just want to kiss you all the time. You’re so soft and plush and I love your lips, I’m sorry I took it too far we can just watch the movie” She moves to take her leg out from in between yours and get off of you, but your hands prevent her from doing that.

“Thats not what I want Hazel. I want you, trust me, I do. I just want to make sure it’s what you want.” You clarify. “I want us to both be comfortable. We’ll only go as far as you want.”

“Yeah, yeah, Okay. Let’s just. Kiss more. And you can touch me like you did in the locker room. I like your hands on my waist. Here.” She puts your hands on her small frame and you can’t help but grip. “Thats good.” She dives in for more kisses, desperate for friction.

Your hips move together, and her hands roam up from your hips to the front of your stomach. Cold rings make contact with your skin as she makes her way up, your hand guiding hers to your bra. You tried not to be self conscious, her being so much smaller than you. But her actions made it clear she was enjoying your body and how much of it there was to grab.

She kneads at your chest, and your hand slips lower down her back to grab her ass. You grind into her and she moans. Her jeans are making contact in just the right places, and she moves her hips on your thigh for more friction. Her kisses are getting sloppier now, more focus being put on the pressure of your thigh on her clit. She’s a moaning mess, and you continue to guide her hips over your thigh.

“Under. Under my bra. Touch me.” You request and she is more than happy to comply. One of her rings brushes your nipple and your moan into her mouth. She experiments with pressure, trying to figure out what makes you respond the most. One hand is gripping your waist while the other thumbs at your nipple, as Hazel fucks herself on your thigh.

“I- Y/N I might cum like this.” Hazel desperately cries.

“Yeah, yeah baby that’s okay. What do you need?”

“Kiss me.” She hungrily catches your mouth, grinding into you and riding out her high.

She collapses onto your chest, breathing heavily, hair sticking to her face. You pet her head and ask how she’s feeling.

“Good. I’m good” She snuggles into you more, hugging you and kissing you tenderly over your shirt. She fits perfectly into your body, chest rising and falling with yours. You were still desperate for release.

“Do you need to?” She points at your clothes lower half, looking into your eyes.

“I’m okay Hazel. It was nice to be able to do something for you. I wasn’t expecting tonight to go like this but I’m glad it did. I love you.”

She sighs and burrows herself closer to you. “I love you too, Y/N. I’m so glad I rocked your shit in fight club.” She giggles.

You spend the night in Hazel’s arms, who despite her size insists on being the big spoon. You’re happy with her, grateful for her silliness, kindness, and yes, her rocking your shit at fight club.

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Rock Her Shit | Hazel Callahan x Reader

Brain is rotting all I can think about is Hazel Hazel Hazel so I wrote this. Your crush Hazel punches you in the face and needs to do first aid. Locker room lesbian activities happen.

plus size/tall reader implied, she’s bigger than hazel is at least. i will probably make a part two because i fantasize about reader kicking PJ in the chest after saying mean things to Hazel

Your favorite thing about Hazel, besides her deep blue eyes, dimples, and adorably awkward personality, was her rings. All silver, probably curated from years of thrifting and estate sales. Your favorite was one she had favored on her right middle finger. It was some sort of bug. You were never able to get a close enough look at it. But it hurt like a bitch when it collided with your face.

Slamming down on the gym floor added to the pain. Hazel was a lot shorter than you, and probably half your weight. You had taken a liking to platform shoes lately - that only added to your size difference. But as little as she was. she was strong.

“Oh SHIT!” You heard one of the girls say. Your ears were ringing. A blurry Hazel is above you, hair falling wildly over her face. Your head falls to the side, searching for some comfort on the cold hardwood floor.

“Y/N? Y/N are you okay?” Hazel looked so concerned, pleading eyes and furrowed brows. She pouted and shook you to get a response. You could hear the other girls in the fight club chattering, wondering what to do. All you could think to do was laugh.

“What the fuck Callahan.” You turn towards her and smile, but see tears welling in her eyes “I thought we were becoming friends. Help me up.”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to ohmygod you’re bleeding. SHE’S BLEEDING SOMEONE GET A TOWEL!” She grabs your arm places her hand under your head to help you sit up. You brought your hand up to your left cheek feeling warmth and see crimson as you lift it away. Huh. You were bleeding.

“Hazel, I’ll be fine. I’m super tough. One time in girl scouts I slept in a tent. For three nights!” you tried to ease the tension and sad look on her face. This made her smile a little bit, so you continued. You couldn’t stand her looking so remorseful. “And once, when I went to a movie, they were out of blue raspberry ICEEs. I was so brave about it. I only drank cherry that night. I can basically handle anything.”

You can see the tension in her melt away, and Sylvie hands her a towel. “This still looks pretty bad. Let’s go to the bathroom so I can clean you up. I think my ring cut you.” Hazel hands you the towel and shows you where to hold it.

Standing all the way up now, you make your way to the locker room with her.

You lean against the sink, looking at your bloody face in the mirror. Could be cool, you thought, a scar right on your cheek. Maybe it would make your eyes pop.

Hazel brings an old plastic chair for you to sit in. “My lady,” She gestures you to sit down. She also found a first aid kit in the coach’s office. She throws the bloody towel in the trash and begins to clean your wound. It stings, but you try not to show it. She leans over you as she helps you. Hazel is really gentle, taking her time to clean your cut.

“Does that feel better?”

You nodded but didn’t know what to say, so you just sat quietly, letting her do first aid on you and taking this opportunity to study her face. Her eyes seemed darker somehow. You knew they were blue, but the bad locker room lighting made them almost black. You noticed how sometimes a piece of hair would fall into her face and annoy her. You wanted to tuck it behind her ear for her. Pieces stuck out randomly, her hair looked so soft. She kept making eye contact with you and abruptly looking away.

You had never been this close to her before. You had admired her from afar when fight club started, reading her recap emails and giggling at the weird things she said. You had shared classes with her since freshman year but had never really /noticed/ her. Too caught up in your own world and studies. But she crashed into your life and demanded attention.

Your eyes, naturally, fell to her lips. They looked kind of chapped, and she had a small tear from a fight with PJ last week. They looked so soft. Pink. Kissable. Something overcame you then, and before you knew it your hand was on her face, fingers resting on her round cheeks, thumb brushing the injury on her bottom lip.

“Y/N?” Hazel locks eyes with you. Frozen. Unsure what to do. She just punched you in the face and cut your cheek with a dragonfly ring, now here you are staring up at her with glossy eyes and parted lips, your hand on her face.

“Yeah?” You bite your lip in response. No going back now. You tuck a piece of hair behind her face and she kneels down before you.

“Are you gonna kiss me?” Hazel inquires.

“Do you want me to?” You ask back.

“Yes please.”

Your lips meet, tasting like honey chapstick and Hazel. Your hand finds the back of her head and you deepen the kiss. Her lip splits open again and adds the taste of metallic blood to your kiss. You didn’t care. Something insatiable was unlocked in you, Hazel’s grip going to your hips that spilled over the small school issued chair.

She climbs up on to you, straddling you and gripping the back of your head. Your other hand goes to the curve of her lower back. All of the pain in your head is forgotten when she grips your waist and pulls you into her.

Open, wet kisses follow, moaning into each other, needing more more more. She grabs your face in her hands and moves you toward her. The pain of your cheek only intensifies the pleasure of Hazel’s lips on yours, tongues together.

Hands go wild on each other, hers lift the side of your shirt to grab your love handles, so aptly named. Your hands creep under the back of her oversized t shirt, when you hear the door to the locker room open. Thank god you’re out of sight.

“Hey Hazel how is Y/N doing? Do you guys need any help?”

Hazel’s eyes grow wide and her head whips towards Josie’s voice. Breathless, she replies “We’re good! Thanks! Just bandaging her up now! Be out soon.”

You look at each other again, and Hazel places soft, tender kisses to your lips and uncut cheek.

“What just happened?” She asks you, as if your guess is any better than hers.

“I don’t know, but I’d like if it happened again. And again, and again.” You smile and look up at the girl in your lap. Her bunny teeth and dimples show as she nods furiously.

“Let me actually clean you up now. Shit. There’s blood on my hand. Oh my god. I’m not a very good nurse. I told them we needed to bring in a first aid person! PJ never wants to listen to what I say.” As she lifts herself off you, you can’t help but miss the weight on your hips.

“Well I am very sorry for interrupting your healing nurse Hazel. If there’s any way I can make it up to you please let me know. I promise to be the perfect patient next time.” You make your way over to the sink and wash your wound once again. “It doesn’t look too bad, I think just a larger bandaid will be fine. I’ll take good care of it. No more hot girls grabbing my face.”

“Hot girls? What?” Hazel looks worried before you reassure her.

“I mean you. You are the hot girl.” You smile at each other.

“Oh. Okay” She sounds relieved. “Yeah just, let me grab a bandaid and we can go back out there and nothing happened here okay?” She turns away from you and opens the first aid kit, searching for something to protect your face.

“Hazel, I don’t want to forget this. I really like you. Like. Romantically as a human person. I know there’s obvious sexual compatibility but I would love to take you out on a date if you want?” You were incredibly nervous to ask her out, despite the fact that you had been dry humping less than a minute earlier.

She opens the bandaid and places it lovingly on your cheek, looking up at you before responding. “Yeah. Yes. I would really like that. My mom just bought me a car so I can take us anywhere you want to go. The planetarium is starting a new series next week. I like to go there. Or we can go on a picnic or see a movie or something. I like to go to the special screenings the theater has where the sound isn’t as loud. It’s on Saturday mornings and it’s mostly kids movies bu-“

You cut her off with a peck on the lips. “I’d be happy to do any and all of those things. But let’s get back out there, okay? I don’t want the girls to worry about me. I’ll call you when the club is over.”

“Yeah, okay! Yeah” She motions for you to lead the way out. Back into the gym of a dozen girls wondering why it took you so long to clean up, concerned for your well being.

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Hazel Callahan Fanfiction Part 4

“Hazel. Hazel!” You whisper-shout to the folded up girl sleeping in your room.

She moans and ignores you, readjusting to make herself more comfortable.

“Haaaazeelll. Wake up! Why are you in my room?”

“Sleeping” comes out more as ‘seepy’ and while adorable, you really need her to wake up. So you do what any rational person would and swiftly pull her blanket off.

“Why! Why why! Give my blanket back. I am so nice I do not deserve this. Back.” She opens one eye and somehow folds herself even smaller into the chair. “I’m awake I’m awake gimme blanket.”

You roll your eyes and give the blanket back to her. She finally opens her eyes to look at you.

She looks like a bunny when she says “G’Morning Y/N” and shows off her dimples and two front teeth.

“Good morning Hazel” You can’t help but giggle “What on earth are you doing in my room?” You knelt down next to the chair and looked up at her.

“Alcohol poisoning, asphyxiation, general unpleasantness. I couldn’t leave you. Did you take your medicine? I put it on the nightstand with some water for when you woke up.” She finally sits up and points it out.

“Yeah, yeah I did. Thank you for taking care of me. That’s really sweet.”

She waves it off “It’s nothing. I’d do it for any of my friends.”

“Still. We’ve only just met. How can I thank you? Do you want breakfast? What do you want? I can make you anything. I just got chocolate chips! We can have pancakes. Or I can make a frittata. Whatever you want! I’m a really good breakfast maker.” You stand up and hold your hand out for her to grab. She’s hesitant but lets you pull her up.

“Pancakes. Pancakes are good. What kind of chocolate chips? Is my mom still on that low sugar shit?” She stretches. It couldn’t have been comfortable sleeping in a chair.

“No, Hazel. These are /my/ chocolate chips. They’re just nestlé milk chocolate. I put them in like, everything.”

“My kind of woman” Your heart flutters at the compliment before she revises “Or person. I haven’t asked your pronouns. I’m she/they.”

“She/her. Thank you for asking. I’ll go get started on breakfast. The twins are at swim class. You go clean up. Coffee?” You say as you head towards the door.

“I like sweet! Black coffee is evil on my tongue.” She enters your shared bathroom and you laugh. What a weirdo.

Breakfast was nice, if somewhat quiet. You weren’t quite hungover, but definitely couldn’t handle alcohol as well in your mid-twenties as you could at twenty one. Hazel debriefed you on your karaoke adventures, the subsequent falling off the bar, and how she tucked you in after.

“Oh geez. I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you? That’s. Not typical for me. I really only drink when I go out, it’s just been a while. Are you okay? Seriously, did I hurt you at all? Do you have a concussion?” You put your hand on her forehead like a mom checking for a fever.

She takes your hand with both of hers and puts it in her lap. “Y/N. You’re my sisters’ nanny. Not mine, remember?” You can feel her playing with your fingers but are too scared to look. You just keep contact with her blue eyes. “I’m okay. It was silly. I haven’t gone out in a long time either. My college isn’t really like that. I had fun.” She looks down, and you do too.

Okay, you were fully holding hands. No other way about it. You both look up and smile at each other. Something felt like a spark. Was it the intimacy of sleeping in the same room? The closeness of last night? Whatever it was, you couldn’t stop looking at each other. It felt like Something.

You held her hands tighter and put your other one on top. She was all dimples and deep blue eyes. The morning sun was like a halo behind her. Your eyes couldn’t help but dart to her lips. They looked so plush, kissable. You felt yourself leaning in

“Hazel! Where are you?” You hear Mrs. Webster shout from the foyer.

Hazel looks panicked, dropping your hands and jumping up “Kitchen!”

She rushes out of the room. So much for Something.

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goldribboncottage · 5 months

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Hazel Callahan Fanfiction Part 3!

Parts 1 and 2 are on my page. Again disclaimer that I don’t really use tumblr or understand it so my formatting is probably not great. Hazel’s POV of the bar!!

I woke up exhausted. Y/N kept me up all night. She was still sleeping, so I got up from the chair in her room and went to mine through the jack and hill style bathroom.

It was still weird to me to have this room be occupied, and have Y/N’s stuff all over the bathroom. A lot of it I didn’t recognize. Serums, hair care, and crystal tools that looked like torture devices. I knew from Isabel that one was a gua sha, but I didn’t know what the other one was. I had to be basically forced out of using suave kids 2-in-1 by her and Brittany after we made friends in high school.

I lay on my bed and stared at the stars on the ceiling. Y/N was all I could think about. She was just so different from what I expected. When I was growing up my nanny was older than my grandma. I assumed when my mom hired a nanny it would be a Nanny McPhee type old lady. Last night proved she was anything but.

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We met at the door at 8, I was a little early because it didn’t take me long to get ready, but I could hear Y/N through the bathroom door fussing with her hair or makeup or something. I just threw on my favorite sweater and some vintage pants I thrifted. Whatever she was doing in the bathroom was worth it. She practically floated down the staircase like a glowy femme dream.

“Ready ready?” She smiles.

“Yeah, let’s go,” I opened the door and gestured her through “It’s so weird driving again. On campus I just walk everywhere.”

“Oh! I can drive! I have a car as part of my contract. It’s the same kind your mom has.” She turns around to grab her keys but I grabbed her hand to stop her.

“I said I’d drive. Cmon” I opened the door to my car for her. It seemed like the nice thing to do.

“Thank you”

I didn’t know what to do, whether she wanted to talk or not. So I put a random playlist on shuffle and started driving. She really did look amazing. I tried to be a gentleman, but when she sat down her skirt rode up and revealed more of her thigh. She also had some sort of sparkle on her eyes that made them shimmer with the streetlights.

We pulled up to Bottoms and Y/N nearly jumped out of the car.

“I’m so excited! Your little sisters really can scream. I can handle a lot but they were not exactly angels this week.”

“Sorry to hear that. I’m sure you’re doing a great job though. They seem happy, I guess. Maybe they were just gassy” I felt myself tripping over my words. I don’t know how to talk about babies, especially babies I couldn’t bear the existence of.

“It’s okay! I’m really glad we’re all hanging out tonight. I’ll buy you a shirley temple to make up for yelling at you in your own home” Y/N winks and enters, immediately finding the group at our usual table. Everyone looks happy to see us. I gravitate more towards PJ and Josie and Y/N immediately went to the bar with Brittany and Isabel.

“So any stories about your hot nanny? Catch her in the shower yet?” PJ eggs me on.

“No. We haven’t really talked much yet. I don’t know what her deal is.”

I had been dancing with everyone for what felt like hours when Y/N left to get another drink. I felt her absence but wanted to keep dancing.

I saw her and PJ talking, getting really close to each other. I looked away quickly, not wanting to spy on them.

Y/N rejoins the dance floor and is magnetic. Her face lights up green blue and sparkly. Her smile takes up her whole face. Before I knew it she grabbed my hand and I was in shock. She dropped it, which broke my heart a little. I reattached to her and showed her how to do the moves I was doing. We had a great time dancing, getting closer and closer the more time went on.

I could feel her body heat. The texture of her shirt in my hands. I pressed closer and felt the curve of her waist. I wanted to be closer, but I knew she had at least 7 drinks tonight. I was completely sober. I heard the first notes of a popular song mixed with Y/N screaming.

“Oh my GOD this is MY SONG!” She twirled away from me and I reluctantly let go of her hand.

The next thing I knew she was standing on the bar top, microphone in hand, belting out the lyrics to “her song” with Brittany. I had never seen someone so confident. It was intimidating. She was so sure of herself and comfortable in her own skin. Her and Brittany broke out into a choreographed dance at the chorus, hanging onto each other and shaking their hips. It was moments like these I felt no better than a man. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

After their karaoke session ended, Brittany and Y/N tried to get safely off the bar. I ran over to help them like the little lesbian I am. Brittany was taller than Y/N so it was easy for her to jump off. Y/N seemed perplexed at how she was supposed to get down.

“Here, take my hand and you can slide off. I’ve got you.”

Our eyes meet and she looks confused. She leans in, and I’m starstuck. I wait for something to happen. She’s so close to me. She pulls my face in closer. Her lips meet my ears in a whisper “I’m scared of heights” she looks back at me with sad puppy eyes, then starts giggling.

“Y/N. Your feet are a foot off the ground. I will be right in front of you the-“ I’m knocked over by Y/N throwing herself at me.

We lay in a heap on the sticky bar floor, Y/N laughing as Josie and Isabel try to help her up. I grab onto PJ who pulls me up.

“Hazel, take her home.” She says to me.

“Yeah, got it” I go to Y/N who wraps me in a hug and whispers to me again.

“You saved me! Like Rapunzel! No. Like the guy. The handsome little knight.”

“Yeah, like a knight. We’re gonna go home now okay?” I tell her, guiding her outside as we say our goodbyes.

I get her into the passenger seat and try to make my way to the drivers side. Y/N grabs my hand once again. “Hazel you’re like a knight! Like a knight saving me! That’s so cute. I’m the princess, obviously.”

We get home and I end up carrying Y/N’s heels inside for her.

“Hazel, shush! My babies are SLEEPING!” She whips around to me as I close the door.

“I know Y/N. Babies sleeping. Now let’s get you sleeping. I’m going to get you some water. Can you go to your room? I’ll be right there.” I lead her to the staircase and she starts walking up.

When I got to her room, her clothes from the club were strewn all over the floor and she was tucked into bed wearing a matching pajama set.

“Hazel?” her voice searches for me.

“Yeah, I’m right here” I give her water and crouch down by her bedside. “Do you need anything?”

“Hazel I am drunk I think. Are you taking care of me?” She giggles and sips her water. Messy makeup looks good on her.

“Yes, I’m taking care of you. I drove you home and now you are going to go to sleep. I’m going to go back to my room, okay?” I pat her head and get up to leave.

“No.” I barely hear her plead. “Stay with me. Stay here”

“Okay Y/N. I’ll stay right here. I’m just gonna get ready for bed and I’ll come back. I’ll leave both doors open so you can see. Okay? Right back”

I tucked into her armchair and fell asleep, wondering what to make of this girl.

#bottoms movie #hazel bottoms #hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #ruby cruz

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goldribboncottage · 5 months

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Hazel Callahan Fanfiction, Part 2

Continuation of the first part! Hazel and reader go to the bar. Again I do not know how to use tumblr so I don’t know how to like make a link for the first part but it’s on my page. Enjoy!!! I think the next part is aalllll Hazel POV.

You haven’t seen Hazel all day. You had planned to ask her about a ride as soon as you saw her, but you weren’t even sure she was in town, let alone the house. You entered the screening room, resolving to stay home and use Hazel’s absence as an excuse. Your night would consist of you, a giant bowl of popcorn, and cheesy romcoms. Instead you find her, bundled up in one of the giant recliners, an 80s movie playing.

“Oh- hey! Sorry, I didn’t know you were in here. I can go.”

“No, no” She sits up. “Stay. I’ve seen this a million times. I can go.”

“Have you been in here all day?”

“Um, yeah, actually. I was the one who wanted to turn this room into a screening room. It was just an unfinished basement when we moved in. It’s usually where I hang out.” She explained.

“Oh. That’s really cool! I was actually looking for you earlier- my friends are going out tonight and I wondered if you’d give me a ride?” You felt awkward asking a near stranger this “Well actually I guess, your friends, you’ve known them longer. Brittany and PJ? And some other girls too? I promised B I would go, and she wants you there too. They all do. We all do”

Hazel smiles, laughing at your discomfort. You didn’t notice her dimples yesterday but they’re on full display now.

“Yeah, I’ll drive you, but you have to give me that popcorn. House rules” She jumps up and grabs and handful.

“No wait! It has peanut M&Ms! Are you allergic? Oh god please don’t be allergic.”

“Y/N. Chill. No allergies here. I’m a big girl. You’re my sisters nanny, not mine.” She smirks, taking an M&M and catching it in her mouth. “So when is this thing? Do I have time to finish my movie? Or do you want to start a new one?”

“You can finish it, I’m gonna go get ready. Meet me at the front door at 8?”

“Yeah” She bows awkwardly at you, presenting you to the door. You laugh at her and leave, heading upstairs to get ready.

You were so fucked. You didn’t know this girl existed a few days ago, and now you’re basically drooling over her dancing at the bar.

Hazel looked good. Really good. She wore straight leg leather pants and an oversized green sweater tonight, her hair fluffy and flying wildly as she jumped around.

When she greeted you at the door earlier you were thrown off by how attractive she was. God, she looked good. She played music you had never heard but enjoyed on the drive over. You didn’t talk but she glanced over at you a couple times. You didn’t know what she thought of you yet. Hazel was hard to read, but she seemed friendly.

The air is heavy at Bottoms tonight. The lights shine purple-pink on the dance floor and light up Hazel’s laughing face. You caught yourself staring again and turned around in your stool, ordering another vodka cranberry. It was going to be difficult to shake off this feeling and keep things professional. PJ slides up next to you and tries out another pick up line.

“Hey Y/N, is it hot in here or is it just you?” She wiggles her eyebrows and smirks.

“It’s definitely you PJ, I’ve been waiting so long for this to happen.” You slide out of your stool and step closer to her. “I can’t believe tonight’s the night I finally realized”

She’s frozen where she stands, looking terrified. “Realized… what?”

“That you’ve got absolutely no game, and I’m surprised you still try.” You brushed past her and went to join your friends on the dance floor.

Brittany smiles and wraps you in a hug. Isabel and Josie were dancing together near the group but clearly in their own world. Hazel nods in greeting, going back to dancing.

Her dancing style was definitely different than anything you had ever seen. She looked so comfortable with herself yet her movements were awkward. Snapping her fingers, bopping her head. Somehow she made it work though. It was endearing.

Isabel had managed to wander off and bring back green tea shots for the group. Hazel looked starstruck when you made eye contact with her as you took yours. It was your fifth, maybe sixth drink of the night. It had been a while since you’d gone out and sleep regression with the babies made a rough work week for you.

Feeling bolder, or maybe just drunker, you grabbed Hazel’s hand and started to move with her. She seemed uncomfortable at first so you dropped it, but she quickly picked it back up and showed you how to do her little dances. It was silly. You danced the night away, drinking and laughing with your friends.

At least that’s what you remember. Hazel tells you a different story when you wake up the next morning.

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #bottoms movie #hazel bottoms #bottoms fanfiction

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goldribboncottage · 5 months

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Hazel Callahan Fanfiction

I haven’t posted on tumblr dot com in probably three years. I don’t know how it works.

This is my untitled fanfiction about being Hazel’s sisters’ nanny and falling in love. I haven’t written a fanfiction since I was in middle school. Enjoy.

Untitled Pookie Story

It wasn’t supposed to end up this way. You weren’t supposed to fall for the bosses daughter. You barely knew the boss had a daughter. Mrs. Webster mentioned in passing that her oldest was off at college, and didn’t tend to come home on breaks.

“I have another child at Amherst, but that won’t be relevant to this position. It’s strictly caring for the twins! She never comes home anyway. A lot of people ask, what was I thinking having kids 20 years apart, but it’s truly a blessing to start over. No need to relive mistakes as a first time mom! I’m so excited to have someone so kind caring for my babies.” Mrs. Webster almost hired you on the spot.

You wondered about the elder Webster. She probably wasn’t called that, being from her first marriage. Whatever, it’s not like you would be seeing her at the new job. There were no pictures of her in the house, but you knew her old bedroom was across from yours, and you took over her old bathroom. Being a live in nanny, your priorities were the 4 month old fraternal twins, Isla and Sage.

Two months in and you had the twins on a great schedule, and hit your stride. Making friends wasn’t always easy for you growing up but you fell into an easy friendship with a group a little younger than you. PJ and Brittany were nice people and you had a lot in common. Brittany was a cosmetologist and cheered for a local sports team, and PJ had her own podcast. They had known each other since high school but quickly accepted you as one of them. You had hung out with them a lot since moving, and gotten to know their wider group of friends.

The best part about being an infant nanny was the nap times. Mrs. W didn’t expect you to do any chores or extra work, so you’d usually hang out in your room or the common areas. Today being the first warm day in a while, you took the baby monitor outside and read on the back porch.

Nearly falling asleep, the porch swing was your favorite part of the house. Sure, Mrs. Webster had a huge house from her first divorce settlement, and plenty of money of her own, but this little corner felt like your place. Big and comfy, naps outside always came unexpectedly.

*Movement at Front Door*

Waking you, the Ring notification flashed on your screen, and you figured it was Mrs. W coming home early. She usually texted, but maybe she forgot. Typical for a woman in her 50s who married a 28 year old surfer and divorced him before their children were born.

Re-entering the house to greet Mrs. Webster, you were met with a surprise. A very short, shaggy haired, blue eyed surprise.

Hazel POV

I’m not sure why I decided today was the day to come home for the first time in five months. After helping my mom with her two little mistakes for three weeks I decided it hurt too much to be around them. Just more reminders my mom chose a new start over me.

I didn’t bother telling my mom I’d be coming home, she’d prefer I stay in Massachusetts. But it was spring break, and I missed my friends. PJ mentioned my mom hiring help, but I didn’t care about what she did. She was always looking for ways out of being a parent.

There was a foreign car in the driveway, with a Callahan Motors license plate cover. Must be a guilt present from my dad. Another SUV for my mom to drive around the little brats in.

I had planned on running home for a quick shower and change of clothes before meeting up with PJ, Josie, Isabel, and Brittany.

I hadn’t planned on entering my home and finding it filled with stuff I didn’t recognize. Shoes that were way too young for my mom filled the rack in the closet, another with jackets I didn’t recognize. Huh. Must be another crisis, this time in fashion. I made my way to the kitchen at the back of the house when something stops me. Or rather, someone.

Reader POV

“Who the fuck are you?” The tiny masculine girl scoffs, rounding the kitchen island.

“Who am I? WHO ARE YOU? Why are you here? Get out! If you don’t leave I’m calling the cops!” unfazed, she grabs a drink out of the fridge. “I’m serious. I am responsible for this house and all of the people in it right now and I am not afraid of you. Get out before I make you get out”

Sensing your change in tone, she puts her hands up in defense “Hey, I live here, I could say the same thing to you.” She sips her drink and doesn’t break eye contact.

“You don’t live here! I’ve NEVER seen you before! I live her with Mrs. Webster and her daughters. I’m calling the cops. You can get out now or wait until they-“

“Whoawhoawhoa, pleasedontdothat. I’m Hazel. Callahan. My mom didn’t tell you about me? Are you like the maid or something? I’m just visiting for spring break. I live here. Seriously.” You stared at her, as if telling her to go on. “If I didn’t live here I wouldn’t know there’s a chip in the upstairs bath tile I never told my mom about, or that the fourth step squeaks on the stairs, and I have two baby sisters! I know their names! Isla and Sage! They’re like, little! I don’t know how old they are! But they’re still, like, babies, I think!”

You put down your phone. So this is Mrs. Websters oldest daughter. Hazel Callahan. You wondered why you had never heard her name until now.

“They’re 6 months old. Next week will be 7.” You explain. “And I’m not the maid, I’m the nanny. I live in the room across from yours. I told your mom about the chip in the tile. I thought I did it when I slipped coming out of the shower.” She laughs. You can see it now. Sage has the same deep blue eyes, and Isla’s hair is just a shorter, thinner version of Hazel’s. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too. Sorry about the mix up. Where are those little rugrats? I haven’t seen them since they came out of the womb.” She puts back her drink and starts to make her way to the nursery.

“Wait! Just look at the monitor. They aren’t supposed to wake up until 3.” You hand her the monitor, and she grabs it slowly. Your hands brush, and you explain to her the differences in the girls.

“Isla has the dark hair, like you and your mom. Sage has lighter hair but darker eyes. Blue. Like yours. Dark blue. And big.” Hazel glances at you with her big blue eyes and meets your e/c ones. “They’re so adorable. When she stares at me I swear my heart melts. I’m such a sucker.” You shake your head and giggle, thinking of the tender moments you’ve shared with the babies. Hazel looks up at you from under her eyelashes.

“Adorable?”

“I mean the babies.” You step away slightly. “Speaking of, I have to get their food ready. Today they’re trying peas for the first time. We are all very excited.”

“Thrilling. Well, I’m going to go upstairs. I have to be somewhere. It was nice meeting you.” She tips her head in salute and walks off.

“You too, Hazel.” You whisper.

She comes down as you are wiping mushy peas off the girls and their high chairs.

Wow. You’d never had a certain type, but Hazel was definitely it. She looked good in an oversized t shirt, vest, and nike sneakers. “Hey.” She rocks on her heels, almost looking scared to approach you.

“Oh! H-Hi. We just finished. This is about as clean as they will get if you want to come say hi. They don’t bite! They really can’t, yet, they’ve only got two teeth each. Isla did bite me once but that was only because she thought I was food!” Sensing you were over talking you pick up Sage and offer her the Hazel. The younger girl backs away, a concerned look on her face. “Oh, sorry! I forget not everyone is a baby person. You don’t have to hold her. She’s really good at sitting now! You can play in the living room while I get Isla cleaned up.”

“I’m good, but thank you. I have to meet my friends. I haven’t been back in a while. I don’t know when I’ll be home tonight but I told my mom I’m in town. See ya” She exits quickly.

Hazel POV

I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I don’t know why I can’t handle being around my sisters. I mean, I haven’t met a lot of babies, but I’ve never been scared of them. Maybe it isn’t them I’m scared of. I’ve stayed away from Rockbridge for a reason. Let my mom have her perfect little life without me in it. I don’t need her anyway. But that nanny is something. Hiring someone to live at your house? At MY house? God. Who knows what’s next on the divorcee-crisis list.

I pulled into the parking lot of Bottoms, the greatest and only queer bar in town. I could see my friends at their usual table inside. At least one thing was good about coming home.

“Hazel!” Isabel rushes to hug me, and I can tell a line is forming behind her. She kisses my cheek and tells me how much I’ve been missed. “You need to come back more often!”

“Yeah, it’s not like Amherst has anything to offer but snotty WASPS and fake deep classes.” PJ chimes in.

“Hey, Hazel’s doing great there! And don’t hate on Massachusetts, Emerson was your top choice.” Josie adds, defending me and our college towns.

I’m glad to see nothings changed.

After a couple of drinks, I decide to bring up the incident earlier today with my mom’s new nanny.

“Oh my god! Y/N? We love her! Why didn’t you invite her out? I can’t believe she thought you were an intruder. That’s so funny. I’m texting her right now.” Brittany whips out her phone and clicks away.

“Wait you guys know her? Like have her number and text her know her? How come no one’s told me about this!”

Josie answers first “Well to be fair when we met her we didn’t know she was their nanny, and you don’t really like to talk about your family so we didn’t bring it up.”

“Yeah Hazel we always want to respect you, especially since everything happened with your dad and then Jeff. Your mom has put you through a lot in the past” Isabel takes my hand and comforts me.

“Yeah that AND the fact that Y/N and I are totally gonna bone. She’s a lesbian, as we all are-“

“I’m still not gay, PJ.” Brittany interrupts. “And Isabel is Bi.”

“Anyway, AS I was saying, there’s totally tension there. It’s only a matter of time before we’re scissoring and run away together.”

“PJ, you barely talk to her, and she’s the only one who is as much of a bitch as you.” Brittany quips. “You get humbled every time Y/N opens her mouth.”

“I like a challenge, baby.” PJ blows Brittany a kiss and swigs her drink.

“Anyway it’s not like we only like Y/N because she works for your mom. She’s super nice. She’s 26 and has more life experience than all of us combined. It’s like she’s lived 30 lives. She’s so cool.” Josie says, changing the direction of conversation.

“Yeah, okay” I say “I’ll try to get to know her better while I’m here.” I think back to earlier in the day. Y/N looked so happy talking about Isla and Sage. I can’t be second place in another person’s life.

Y/N POV

Brittany has been texting you about Hazel since yesterday, trying to get you to come out with them tonight. So when she calls you on Saturday morning you immediately pick up.

“PLEASE babe it’ll be so much fun. You literally live in the same house as her, you can carpool! And Hazel doesn’t drink she can be your DD. I know you want to come out, just do it! You deserve a night out, pleeaaase”

“Okay okay fine. But I’m coming for you. It’s been like a week since we saw each other and I’m literally dying because of it.”

“YES oh my god - PJ SHES COMING!” You hear her yell off into their shared apartment.

“Tell her to wear something tight and short!” PJs voice is distant but clear.

“PJ says-“

“Yeah I heard. God she’s ridiculous. I’ll see you tonight. I don’t know if Hazel’s up yet but I’ll ask her to drive me”

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #bottoms movie #hazel bottoms

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