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starfallbutterfly · 7 months
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Hazel Callahan Telling You She Likes You
pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader
rating: e for everyone, this is just pure fluff
summary: hazel writes emails and is good with words
note: it’s been about 5 years since i’ve actually sat down and written fan fic of any kind so pls excuse any grammar or formatting errors (i’m on mobile currently). also i don’t really know how to use tumblr anymore
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she had noticed you before in class but you only formally met at fight club (duh) and she’s just absolutely smitten with you
writes up sappy emails confessing to you but never actually sends them, only ever the club summaries
until one day after practice
“shit. fuck. undo undo undo, FUCK”
she accidentally sends you the sappiest, cheesiest, most heartfelt email
“i can’t stop looking at the way your eyes sparkle when you win while you’re sparring”
“the way you laugh when someone knocks you down on the mat is like music to me”
“i’ve thought of a million ways i could ask you on a date but none of them seem enough”
you read and reread every word meanwhile she’s sitting in her bathroom staring at herself in the mirror thinking about how she’s going to face you in school tomorrow
you go to sleep smiling, she goes to sleep stressed
the next day at school she tries to act normal
you wave to her in the hallway and she gives you the best smile she can muster to pretend she’s not freaking out internally
while you two are in class you tap on her shoulder and start a conversation
“hey hazel, how was your night”
“oh hey y/n! it was uh… fine! fine, great. everything was awesome. yeah. just did like, homework and things. yeah…”
you smile at her nervousness as the bell rings
“well um i gotta run to go do um… club stuff! with pj and josie. yeah. very important club stuff… bye!”
she bolts out the door nearly tripping over her shoe laces and you giggle to yourself
practice time rolls around and pj pairs the two of you up to spar
“ladies! it’s getting close to huntington time, we have to get serious. hazel, y/n, let’s go”
you step onto the mat and look into her eyes
she thinks she probably looks like she’s going to explode, drop dead, and shit herself all at once
you go straight for the big guns, tackling her to the mat before she even had a chance to clear her thoughts
you two tumble to the ground and you pin her down by her wrists
“gotcha!” you say as you wink
hazel thinks she’s tripping out. the milk in her morning cereal must’ve been bad and she’s hallucinating. yeah that’s gotta be it.
she looks into your eyes and you look into hers, both of you getting lost briefly
“okay y/n is victorious! next pair, let’s go” pj barks
you release her wrists from your grasp and you both get up
“i think uh, i think hazel might have hit her head we’re gonna go to the locker room for a second” you say as you grab her wrists and tug her behind you ignoring the knowing stares from josie and pj
she moves with you, still mostly on autopilot but regaining control slowly
“i meant to do that you know” you say once you cross the doorframe and turn the corner into the locker room
“yeah. yeah.. that’s what fight club is for right” she mumbles sitting down on the benches behind you to stare at the lockers
“i got your email”
she turns her head and looks at you silently, recounting every single mortifying moment of realizing she sent you the email and not being quick enough to hit the undo button before it disappeared
you take a few steps closer to her, taking her head in your hands gently and connecting your lips together
“you have a way with words haze” you say looking into her eyes after pulling back from the kiss
she locks eyes with you and pulls you in for another kiss, deepening it as the time goes by and sliding you onto her lap
the two of you lose track of time and eventually are interrupted by the rest of the club coming through the doors to retrieve their bags
“woah woah! okay! did not mean to see that. sorry guys” josie says motioning for everyone to turn around
the two of you separate from each other, cheeks burning at the realization that everyone witnessed you two shoving your tongues down each other’s throats
“ah no, it’s fine. it’s fine” you say nervously shuffling over to your locker to grab your bags
everyone else collects their things and exits the gym, doing their best not to talk too loudly about what they witnessed
hazel jogs up behind you and slings her arm around your shoulders
“need a ride home y/n?”
“yeah haze. i’d like that”
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