#hazels drabbles

[witch-hazels-musings]

In this darkness 

warning: indulgent comfort fic, some feels and stuff  

diluc x gn reader | diluc drabbles 

You let out a sigh and turned to your side. The sheets were easy to manipulate since it was just you in the bed tonight. Diluc promised he’d join you but, since he was no where to be found, you were certain something kept him occupied; as it usually did. 

The palm of your hand slid across the cold, silken bedsheets. Traveling fingers touched the empty mattress and you closed your eyes to imagine the one you loved there instead. Sometimes you wondered if your life was a dream, a figment of your imagination. On days when he wasn’t here you worried about suddenly waking up and finding out none of it was real. 

Quickly, you opened your eyes when your empty fingers gripped nothing. 

It wasn’t like you needed him by your side every second of every day, but there were times you felt lonely without him. He could be standing right next to you and you’d secretly wish he’d be closer. 

Pamper me, give me your undivided attention. Your heart would plead while you smiled at those who passed by before continuing with your work. 

Out of the two of you, you were far quicker to gather that desire of closeness. It would come like a creeping itch until it spread across every inch of you. Nothing to satisfy it until he held you in his arms for an unbelievably long time. Often you were able to satiate it, subdue it by sleeping next to him. Your hand would find his in the darkness. His exhausted fingers curling around yours, thumb unconsciously rubbing against your skin. If you removed the covers enough you could even press your forehead to his shoulder and breathe him in. It wouldn’t last forever, by the archons if this boy wasn’t a thousand degrees when he slept, but you’d tempt the heat if it meant being close to him. 

-- 

Another sigh left your lips and you gave up on holding back. Perhaps, maybe, possibly, you could check in on him for a minute. Steal a bit of his time.

You didn’t want to be annoying so it would only be a quick check-in and then head back to bed. 

The floor creaked as you glided through the hallway. A soft sliver of orange light spilled from under the study door, drawing you closer. You could tell it was shut to avoid distractions; of the household or the occupier you couldn’t tell but, now that you stood before it, you began to have second thoughts. Your mind begged you to go back while your heart anchored you to the floor.

Nervously, you pulled the robe further around before softly knocking. 

There wasn’t a sound. Not a movement at all which meant he’d probably slipped out for the evening. A common occurrence with him. Defeated, you hung your head low, the robe falling off your shoulder as you turned away but before you could take a step, the study opened and you took in Diluc’s comforting glow. 

“Y/N?” 

“... hi.” 

“It’s well past midnight what are -- are you alright?” his hand moved to your arm and you stepped closer to him. His neck stretched as he searched the hall before he looked you over; always the worry wort. 

You didn’t mean to look so helpless. It was more of your nerves, half-embarrassment that made you look as pitiful as you were. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Bad dreams?” 

“Something like that ...” you lied. 

He looked at you for a moment before his hand slid down to capture yours. It was a sweet, innocent gesture but it made your heart flutter nevertheless. He pulled you into the study and you never thought the sound of a closing door would be so comforting. 

Diluc led you further in, passing the parchment covered desk and toward the couch that rested under the large window. He got you settled. Ushering you onto the cushions, a blanket carefully placed over your legs, a pillow at your side and just when you thought he was going to return to his work, you saw him bring several documents with him as he sat next to you. 

You waited, silently, as he settled in. His leg resting over his opposite knee so as to not bump you. His muscular arm pressing against you, lifting it slightly as if to request you wrap your arms around it. You did and soon found yourself perfectly comfortable against him. “Try to get some sleep,” He hummed, lips touching your head in a gentle kiss. 

“I’m not sleepy,” You explained through a yawn. 

“Mmhm,” He replied, unconvinced, with another kiss against your hair. Diluc shifted on the couch. He pulled a document into his lap and began to read through it carefully. You were certain he needed to get through whatever they were. That’s why he hadn’t come to bed, you realized.

“Hand me some," You yawned again, hand extending to the documents. 

“You should get some rest.” 

“So should you. Now, gimmie," You curled your fingers quickly, a playful beg he succumbed to almost instantly. Smiling, you took the papers in your hand and began to read them carefully. At first, you were digesting the information with ease, quick problems identified and solved. You made a few comments to him and he replied accordingly.

Every once in a while you’d leave a soft peck against his bicep, your arms would tighten around him or you moved closer against him. If he wasn’t busy writing something down, his hand was resting against your legs. You knew he wouldn’t admit it but Diluc had clingy tendencies just as much as you did. 

Soon the conversation died down, the clock ticked in beat with your heart and, just as he expected, your body grew heavier as soft breathing filled his ears. 

“Sleep well, my love," He whispered and took the papers that had fallen from your grip. He adjusted the blanket, made sure to not disturb your slumber with his actions. Your breathing tickled his arm and he smiled at the sensation.

“I’ll keep the darkness at bay," Diluc promised as his lips brushed against your brow and his fingers caressed your peaceful cheek. 

Diluc would've continue his work if your resting face hadn’t caught his attention. You looked so peaceful next to him.

Content, happy, lovely.

He felt guilty for not always being there for you, knew he should give you more of his time, wondered if he should push you more to rely on him. You were so headstrong, determined, stubborn just like he was but how he was enamored with the way you loved him.

He knew, no matter what, you’d come to him when you needed his strength just like he’d come to you when he needed yours.

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[elsweetheart]

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

yissss yipyipyipyipyip this ends kinda abruptly sorryyy ❀

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

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

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

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

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

“damn, that sucks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yeah?” she breathes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[calicough]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[koreads]

DRUNK! HAZEL.

PLOT: Hazel goes to a party and gets a little drunk, but her classmate takes good care of her.

thinking too much about college au, probably bc it's closer to what i'm living and i feel like college is a experience that's kinda of similar to everyone. anyway, enjoy hazel being a cutie while drunk.

The first time Hazel drank was on her last day of high school.

It was obviously PJ idea. The had a small liquor bottle and distributed to all of her friends. It was their last day, after all. "We survived high school" she said, everyone cheering up, drinking small shots and laughing because of the weird taste.

It didn't take too much time to get Hazel drunk, she was very lightweight and Drunk! Hazel was very emotional and clingy.

The girls took way too many videos of Hazel cuddling into them at random moments saying that she would miss them ( most of them were going to the same college, but no one had the chance to explain that to a crying Hazel), there were videos of Hazel crying because she did stomp on a ant or because she did drop Isabel's cell phone.

The next morning she woke up with her head hurting like a bitch, then promised herself to not drink ever again.

But, she was now at college. With all the parties, boredoom and stress, it was pretty much impossible to not drink, even if it was just a little and for distraction

She was at a frat party when she got drunk. She followed PJ and Josie again, Josie went to watch Isabel to perform with the cheer squad, PJ went to flirt with girls and Hazel was there because she had nothing better to do.

So, one beer, then another, and another. Then a couple of vodka shots, and then Hazel was at pool, very close to crying.

—Hey, are you okay? — a voice called behind her.

—I'm fine. —Hazel answered, sniffing —Just thinking about how sad a fish must be. Like, one moment you're swimming happily in the ocean and the next you're being served dinner at the Sushi Bar

—Oh, so you are drunk. —the voice mumbled, getting closer to Hazel. The owner of the voice was Y/N, the smart girl in her literature class.

—I'm not drunk, I'm Hazel. —and them she started sobbing again —I mean, I do know you, you're Y/N but I'm that much irrelevant that you don't even remeber my name? —At that Hazel was crying uncontrollably.

Y/N came closer to her, wrapping her arms around the girl shoulder, trying to calm her down.

—No, no. Hey, I do know you. —Y/N said, rubbing Hazel arms —You sit right at the front, last week you said some joke very quietly about Romeo and Juliet. I do remember that.

Hazel came back to her sniffling state, her nose running a little at Y/N jacket, but she didn't seem to care.

—Yes. I said something. —Hazel felt very calm at the sight of Y/N smiling —I'm hungry.

—Do you want to go get some food? —Y/N cleaned Hazel tears with the paws of her jacket, smiling a little more when the girl noded .

If earlier at that week someone told Hazel that she would be eating some chicken nuggets at Y/N car she wouldn't believe. Maybe she would think that it was her own dream, definitely not a real thing. But there she was. Her eyes puffy from all the crying, her nose running and sitting at the passenger seat of Y/N L/N, the smatest and prettiest girl at her literature class.

—Feeling better? —Y/N said, Hazel was too concentrated at eating and thinking, so she only noded as an answer. —Good. Now, let's take you to the pharmacy, get you some painkillers.

—I'm okay. Nothing is hurting.

—Your head will hurt in the morning. —Y/N answered, ruffling Hazel hair. —So, we'll get them and next we'll get you home.

She did exactly as she told, getting a box of painkiller and some Gatorade to Hazel, then leaving her in the appartment she lived with Sylvie.

—Can I kiss you? —Hazel blurted out, making Y/N gag on her Soda.

Obviously, sober Hazel wouldn't do that, but, the Clingy&Drunk Hazel did. That girl, who she barely knew, took care of her. She did buy Hazel food and pills, took her home, and looked beautiful doing all that.

—No, you can't. —Y/N said, Hazel did pout at answer. Feeling humiliated and the tears were about to get out —But you can ask me that any other day, when you're not drunk. I'll 100% say yes.

—Oh... —Hazel looked at the apartament building, playing with her fingers. —Can you kiss me on the cheek? Just the cheek. —So, Drunk!Hazel was also shameless. Clingy, emotional and shameless.

Y/N laughed, leaning in and kissing Hazel cheek then, opening the door for her.

—See you around, Hazel.

The next morning, Hazel woke up with a severe headache, mentally thanking Y/N for the medicine and a text message from an unknown number:

"hi, i hope you don't forget about asking for that kiss.

Y/n"

Hazel never got more happy about being drunk in her whole life.

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[ellieslaces]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[girliekore]

SPIDERWOMAN! HAZEL:

( how did hazel callahan got her spider powers

hazel was the nerdiest nerd ever and was extremely excited with the new exhibition at the science museum. it was something about insects and arachnids sponsored by OSCORP

they had genetically modified butterflies, bees, centipedes and spiders. which was really cool to hazel, so she spended the whole week begging to pj and josie to go with her.

which they eventually agreed to bc hazel promised she would buy them food right after.

hazel was loving every single second at the museum and really didn't mind when pj shoved her in the direction of the spider aquarium (or tank? i don't know the name guys, english isn't my first language anyways...) after all, the whole thing was covered by thick glass.

or was it?

hazel didn't have many reaction when she felt the spider bitting her, she did read about the species and it wasn't venomous. whoever, the museum intern right beside her let out an small "shit!" before grabbing her hand and dragging her away from her friends

she wasn't very used to pretty girls dragging her around. and that one was very pretty. even with knitted browns and pouting lips.

"oh my god i'm so fucked!! are you okay?"

"no biggie, they aren't venomous right? i'll be fine"

"they are genetically modified! you should be falling dead now!" the girl keep holding hazel's hand, the frown deep in her beautiful face " why you still alive?"

"because they weren't...

"they are fucking radioactive! you should be dead!" the girl finally turned her eyes to hazel face, the frown softening for a bit "i mean, that's good that you're alive. but i'm kinda confused... look, i have to go because there's a radioactive spider running around and y'know, intern stuff. all this hard work got pushed to me but... " the girl took off a paper from her pocket, writing something very quickly "call me if you notice something weird, i really should go after that spider now hum.... bye!

hazel couldn't wait to tell pj & josie about the pretty intern, that according to the paper was called y/n.

the girls obviously laughed about the whole thing, saying that hazel was getting absolutely crazy and that she should sleep the "bitting" off.

hazel went home and all she could think about was calling the girl, but she really didn't have a reason other than thinking she was pretty, smelled nice and had soft hands. definitely, not the reason y/n allowed her to call.

that was until the next morning.

hazel woke up with her head pounding, she was sweating and most important, she was upsidedown in the roof.

her first instinct was scream, then fall into her bed, then scream a little more and then she called y/n.

"hi, i'm hazel. the girl from museum, from yesterday..."

"oh my god you're still alive? thank god!"

"yeah. hum, so... something happened..."

"let's meet up! i'll send you the address!"

that's how hazel finds herself in a small apartment in the otherside of the city. the prettiest girl she ever seen staring at her as if she was a monster with seven heads.

from what hazel understood, the spider was radioactive and hazel should've died in the first half hour after the bite, but now she was having "spider things" as y/n called.

she was writing down all stuff hazel said. which honestly made her even more pretty in hazel opinion.

"does someone know about the spider bitting you?"

"pj and josie. but they didn't really care, at least not about the spider part"

which wasn't a lie. they really ignored the whole part of "guys, a genetically modified slider bite me" and focused only on "the intern took me to a quiet to room and held my hand before giving me her number"

y/n nodded at that. writing something else down, before clapping her hands.

"i'm gonna be honest with you hazel. you didn't die but, your life will be pretty miserable..."

"oh, wow. thank you" hazel said, y/n got up from the chair, kneeling close to hazel on the couch. a single look from that girl made hazel want to hide in a hole frim how much nervous she got.

"i should've told my supervisor about you. about the whole spider thing, they were trying new drugs in that things, it was supposed to make people stronger, faster, give people powers. which was great but, all those were directed to the wrong people, bad guys y'know" y/n grabbed hazel hands, mindlessly playing with her rings while observing where the spider bit hazel. "all the people that were candidates to trying it out, didn't survive but you did. you're special hazel."

"i'm just lucky "hazel whispered, not knowing why she was whispering

"you need to stay close to me, so i can help you with that. because if they catch you hazel, they will turn you into a laboratory rat only to benefit bad people. if you stay with me, we can help people out, i can help you out"

and how could hazel say no to a pretty girl?

#hazel callahan #hazel Callahan fluff #hazel Callahan drabble #hazel callahan bullet points #bottoms (2023) #ruby cruz #spiderman au

[princessasmosprincess]

Kiss the Cook

He comes up behind you at the kitchen counter as you slice into an onion, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"When do we eat?" His nose tickles the shell of your ear as he speaks.

"That depends," You say, rotating the onion so the flat part rests on the cutting board. "We can eat sooner if you help me."

"Mmm..." He hums in agreement before giving a kiss to the back of your neck. And then a second, and a third... a fourth.

"That's not helping," You scrape the onions into the bowl with the rest of the vegetables.

"Is it not?" His next kiss goes to your shoulder.

"No." You answer flatly, but you lean into the kiss he presses to the side of your neck. "Can you get started on the roux at least? The sooner you help, the more time we'll have for things like this." You kiss the corner of his lips. Just a peck, but with a warmth that gives him a taste of what's to come later.

You bump him with your hip. Reluctantly he lets you go, his caress lingering on your waist for just a second longer than necessary.

"Alright," he breathes, fetching an apron from the drawer, one covered in little red hearts, he slips it over his clothes. "The roux, you say?"

"Yes." You smile, "The butter is right there, and you'll need four tablespoons of flour..."

#I actually really hate the name but he do be kissing the cook #I was thinking of Satan. Asmo. and Lucifer when I wrote this #also #kallios x lisette #adamas x hazel #self ship #selfship #self shipping #imagine your f/o #romantic f/o #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #drabble

[via-rant]

How this scene should've gone.

"Leo!" Percy yelled running over and hugging him, spinning him around. Leo laughed in delight, hugging back when he put him down.

"God you're alive, you're alive, you're alive, you're alive, you're alive."

"Yeah I am. I'm alive." He said voice cracking, tears falling with a big smile.

"Leo!!!" Multiple people yelled and he pulled back. First hug was Annabeth then Frank then Hazel, who both apologized profusely.

"It's okay. It was my plan, besides how would you have stopped me anyway? I'm stubborn." He assured and they hugged him again. Jason pushed passed them when they pulled away and gave him a bone crushing hug.

"Can't... breathe..." He said and Jason let go. "Missed you too Mr. Wolf." He laughed and Jason rolled his eyes but ruffled his head. Piper gave him kisses with hers.

"Don't you ever do anything like that again you idiot!! We thought you were gone gone!! You could've-" She stopped when he hugged her.

"Me too." She took a breath and hugged back. "I missed you." He smiled and relaxed in her hold. "Me too."

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@reeve-in-a-suit Let me know if you still want to be tagged in these. And if anyone else wants to be tagged in these.

#leo valdez #percy jackson #annabeth chase #frank zhang #hazel levesque #jason grace #piper mclean #hoo #heros of olympus #hoo sibling drabbles

[lily-fics-11]

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

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

#robin buckley #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley imagine #hazel callahan #hazelcallahan #robin buckley fic #robin buckley drabble #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley one shot #robin buckley one-shot #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x reader #bottoms hazel #hazel callahan bottoms #hazel bottoms #hazelfanfic #hazel x reader #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley hc #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley oneshot #hazel callahan blurb #hazel callahan brainrot #hazel callahan headcanons #hazel callahan au #hazel callahan fanfiction #hazel callahan fic

[witch-hazels-musings]

they can’t know 

warning: sfw, kinda angsty - mentions of other harbingers (Pantalone, Pulcinella), jealousy (childe)

Childe x gn reader | antholoogy

a-n: what if Childe brought you to Snezhnaya with him, and worst of all, what if someone found out

The room was so quiet you could hear the sound of the ice cracking as it crept down the walls. The argument has dissipated but the vitriol and disdain laid heavy in the air. Honestly though, what did you expect when nine Harbingers gathered into one room. 

For many this was a day of mourning, but here it was a day of one-upsmanship, of plotting, of gaining ground for the eyes of the one that chained them to a commitment they couldn’t escape - though few would want to. It was a nightmare of a place, and that’s exactly why Childe kept you as far from the gathering as possible. 

He hated it here. 

Childe rubbed the back of his neck as he hastily made his way down the frozen halls. Snezhnaya was already a land locked in constant snowfall, trapped in a frigged tundra not even the Pyro Archon could thaw. He never understood why the Tsaritsa would shield all her buildings in the frost too. With a click of his tongue and a sharp pull at his jacket, he rounded the corner and headed back to the place he hoped you’d still be. 

As soon as he saw two of them meandering their way down the hall ahead of him, he felt a chill run down his spine. Don’t turn ... damnit. Childe picked up the pace.

Their voices grew louder as he approached. Were they also lodged in this part of the capital building? Was he that much of a fool to think keeping you as close to him as possible was really the safest place? He shook his head and scolded himself, of course it was, he would ensure your safety as long as you stayed beside him - no matter who his foe was. He’d fight the world for you. 

“Ah, Tartaglia,” one of the Harbingers said, head tilted to the side as they drummed their fingers together. Pantalone grinned sweetly as he faced the youngest harbinger and though the smile would have fooled anyone else, Childe new better than to trust him. “Retiring to your room so soon?” 

“Yes, if you’ll-”

“Come on, it would be a waste if we didn’t enjoy each others company when we have it,” his eyes were closed as he spoke which always unsettled Childe. How did he know where he was looking and why did it always seem like he was looking directly through him. “Wouldn’t you agree, Pulcinella?” 

The smaller harbinger looked up from his cane, his glasses catching in the light, shimmering like snowflakes across the dark blue walls. “It is a prime opportunity, comrade, and one we should invite in on this day.” Pulcinella appeared sad, his usual driven and composed eyes drifted toward remorse as he looked at Childe. Out of all the Harbingers, he was the one who seemed to care the most about each of his comrades, even if he disliked them. 

Childe was just about to decline their offer, or perhaps lie and say he would join them shortly only to keep as much of a distance as he could, when the door to his room opened and out stepped the one person he feared. 

“C-Childe?” Your face showed signs of worry but as soon as you spied him among the group, the light of familiarity flashed so brightly it threatened to melt the icy halls. He faltered, just long enough for you to look at the other two harbingers and that was his first mistake. 

“Well, hello there,” Pantalone took a step toward you, face inching closer and closer to yours. Childe swore his heart was going to dart out from his chest and punch him. “Just who might you be?” 

“No one.” Childe stepped in between the two of you, his hand flush against your arm as he pushed you behind him. His size managed to cover most of you but the damage was already done. They knew about you and that was as bad as it could get. 

“No one you say,” Pantalone’s eyes opened slightly and Childe tensed. He wasn’t afraid to fight anyone, anything, but fighting him would certainly be a battle he didn’t want to have right now; it would put you at risk. Still, Childe knew the tendencies of harbingers, and he certainly knew how addictive it was to want something as badly as he wanted you. 

The tension in the hall was so thick it made it hard to breathe. Shapes of conflicting visions, patters of delusions rose across the walls. Suddenly, he felt something warm against his back and as his hand became filled with yours, he realized you could sense his fury. 

Pulcinella’s cut through the atmosphere with a quick strike of his cane on the ground. It made a sharp, painful ring echo throughout the hallway but seemed to dissipate the antagonistic auras building around the two taller harbingers. “Comrades, today is not this day. Pantalone, let us be on our way.”

“Of course, you are right dear friend.” 

“Wouldn’t want to keep the others waiting.” Childe said in his fake timbre, the one he used when he was trying to play someone. Though he realized it wasn’t subtle like it should be, especially since every word he uttered was surrounded with a sharp threats of, ‘leave, or you won’t get the chance too.’ 

“Farewell then,” Pantalone said with a polite bow before taking a few steps down the hall. Childe didn’t even get a chance to breathe before he turned back as if to tempt the already boiling waters, “Oh, Tartaglia,” he called out, a smug grin plastered on his face, “Next time,” he chuckled, dangerously, and though it was a simple comment, the tone he laced it with turned on every alarm in Childe’s brain. “do bring y/n along to play, won’t you?” He waved goodbye until he, and his laugh, faded into the hallway.

Childe clenched his teeth, eyes narrowed dangerous, vision glowing as it dripped in his rage. He was furious, worried, afraid, beside himself, and if you weren’t gripping onto his coat he might have called upon his daggers then and there. 

You called to him, tugged him into the room, touched your fingers to his chest and let him take yours in his, but all Childe could do was seethe as he feverishly thought about what he was going to do to the person who told Pantalone your name. 

#hazels drabbles #childe x reader #childe x gn reader #childe #genshin impact childe #tartagila #fun with the harbingers #oh man #this didn't go in all the directions I wanted it too #but it's still pretty good #jealous childe #tw jealousy #genshin impact #genshin impact X reader #genshin impact musings #genshin impact fiction

[elsweetheart]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#anon #hazel callahan drabble #hazel bottoms drabble #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan prompt #hazel callahan blurb

[calicough]

backbone – hazel callahan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"again!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i'd like that."

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

#hazel callahan drabbles #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan fluff #hazel callahan #hazel bottoms #bottoms (2023)

[koreads]

GF! HAZEL DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO COOK:

literally inspired by the day my roomie made a lasagna and it tasted horribly but we ate anyway cause we did spend some money on that. enjoy :) !

—I made you something! — Hazel said excited as she opened the door for her girlfriend to come in.

Her girlfriend, Y/N, always made delicious food to hazel. even after six months it happened, Hazel dreamed with the nutella cookies she made once, and whenever she was sad Y/N would come over with cupcakes. so, she though it was an amazing idea to cook some delicious dinner for her.

—Oh, what did do? —Y/N went to take her coat, being beat by Hazel, who crossed to her other side taking it off first before kissing her cheeks.

—I made you dinner!

Hazel looked adorable. Her hair caught in a small ponytail, a shirt that looked way to big on her and sweatpants. Plus, the proud smile on her face made she look even more perfect.

—You cooked us dinner?

—Yep! I made us some lasagna, grabbed some delicious wine and there's cake!

—That's great love! — It wasn't.

Y/N and Hazel were together since highschool, with this whole time Hazel already cooked to her couple of times and she was the worst. Y/N literally got food poisoning from eating Hazel omelette once. But, of course she couldn't tell her pretty girl that she couldn't cook to save her life.

—Let's go, I'm kinda of starving.

—Sure. —Y/N gave Hazel a smile. Once she got at the table in Haze's small kitchen, the smiled dropped. It was so romantic and cute, obviously Hazel had out some effort doing all that. Doing that lasagna.

—Wow, that's a big lasagna. —Y/N stated, if it was a bug portion, of course Hazel would eat. What if Hazel got food poisoning from her cooking? That wouldn't do. She had a big Psychology test the next day worthy 75% of her final grade.

She can't eat this. She'll die! Y/N though I need to do something!

—Baby, what about we go to your room pretty quick. Your roommate is out right? —Y/N started running her finger into Hazel hair while kissing her neck —We should enjoy your apartment since we have it to ourselves. —she tried, kissing Hazel lips this time.

—And we will, once we eat. Because I'm starving. I can't have sex if I can't barely keep myself up because all the hunger. —Hazel moved Y/N to the side, pulling the chair out for her. —See, the lasagna is in heart shape. Isn't it cute?

—Yeah. —Y/N stared at the lasagna in front of her. —You sure you don't want to have sex like... now?

—Nope. I really want to eat first.

—You can eat me.

—The lasagna, Y/N. —Hazel laughed, pouring wine into the Kuromi and My Melody cups that Y/N gave to her as a house warming gift. —Are you ovulating or something?

—I just really missed you. —Y/N mumbled, And want to protect you from your cooking.

—We have all the weekend, babe. —Hazel rubbed her girlfriend hands on top of the table. —Now, taste it and tell me what you think.

So she did. The sauce was way to salty, the meat was undercooked, but Hazel was staring at her with those gorgeous eyes full of expectation. So, just like Y/N did when Hazel gave her undercooked pancakes, burnt cookies, a very weird tasting omelette, she smiled.

—It's perfect babe.

—Then let's eat! —Hazel took a big portion, making a disgusted face. —Babe it tastes like shit!

—Well, I loved it! —Y/N took another portion, Hazel holding her girlfriend hands so she wouldn't do that again —It's delicious to me, your effort was totally worth as always. Very yummy!

—Y/N this will make you sick! Stop eating that!

—I survived the omelette, I will survive this one!

Hazel looked confused, then it all clicked inside her head.

—Does all my cooking taste bad?

—Ah... Well... A little? —There it was! The realization that Hazel shouldn't have had. But, she didn't look sad as Y/N imagined she would, she was laughing, really loud.

—Why did you eat all those things, dummy? —she whipped a tear, moving to stand by Y/N cuddling her

—Because you out so much effort on these and I didn't want to make you sad. —Y/N said, her lips jutting out because Hazel was pushing her cheeks together and kissing her repeatedly.

—You're the cutest. Gosh! —with one final kiss, Hazel smiled at her —I won't cook for you anymore. We'll always eat take-out when you're over, okay? Don't want you to get sick, okay?

Y/N nodded, nuzzling into Hazel's neck. She really was whipped for her, to the point of risking —for the fifith time!— to get food poisoning, just go make her happy.

—I'll order us pizza, okay? And you'll find a good movie for us.

—Okay. —Y/N smiled —Can we watch some horror one?

—Sure.

Y/N got up, getting ready to go to the living room, getting quickly stopped by Hazel hands. That wrapped around her wrists, bringing Y/N to a quick kiss.

—And I love you.

—Love you too. Even though you cant cook a lasagna. —Y/N laughed.

—So this is how is gonna be now? —Hazel screamed while watching her girlfriend run to the living room with a smile on her face.

#hazel callahan fluff #hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan drabble #bottoms (2023)

[ellieslaces]

KISSING LESSONS.

featuring: hazel callahan x fem!cheerleader!reader

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

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

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

word count: 3.13k

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

now playing: kissing lessons ; lucy dacus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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