#ruby cruz x reader

Summary: an absurdist satirical crack-fic in which you are on Sertraline, and Hazel Callahan tries to make you come.

Pairing: hazel callahan x reader

Contains: mature language and content, oral sex (reader receiving), satirical smut, antidepressants, voyeurism if you squint, reader isn’t described as fem or masc

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: based on personal experience

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she’s so pathetic, i need her. loser girlfriend 🫶

➢ loser!hazel who gets flushed when you’re wearing short skirts/dresses/shorts, and low cut shirts. she knows she shouldn’t find your bare skin so attractive, but being able to see the flesh of your tits, and the curve of your ass just makes her go crazy

➢ loser!hazel who just about dies when you compliment her outfits and play with her jewelry, twisting that silver chain around your finger, slowly pulling her closer to you (she’s so oblivious to everything, she doesn’t even understand you’re trying to jump her bones)

➢ loser!hazel who gets flustered when you look at her, especially when your voice lowers to speak to her. the bat of your eyelashes, the way you lick your lips, the way you look like you’re going to eat her…

➢ loser!hazel who feels her brain go numb when she sees you during the fight club, chest panting from exhaustion, and lips bloody from the punches you’ve been taking (hey we’ve all been into someone covered in blood)

➢ loser!hazel who couldn’t help herself from getting wet when she had you pinned under her during the fight club’s meeting, and hearing all the little gasps and grunts you let out, wondering how you’d sound if maybe you were underneath her for a different reason

➢ loser!hazel who gets so horny around you, she can’t keep her brain under control when images flash in her mind. you bent over while she grips your hips and pounds into you, her being pulled by her hair to look at herself in the mirror while you’re pounding into her, how pretty you’d look with her head between your legs…

➢ loser!hazel who remains oblivious to how hot you find her, until one night you’re at her place, watching a movie, not missing the way her eyes stay trained on your lips when you speak to her. all of a sudden you’re pushing into her lips with yours, and it gets very handsy from then

➢ loser!hazel who doesn’t know what to do, and lets you take control, putting her hands directly where you want them, and letting her feel your body any way she needs

➢ loser!hazel who whines when you finally fuck her, and take off your bra to do so. something about your tits hanging in front of her face is so…😮‍💨

➢ loser!hazel who can’t help the desperate little noises she makes when your pussy touches hers, and she’s whining and begging for you to go harder

➢ loser!hazel who can’t believe someone as hot as you actually wants to have sex with her, and feels almost insecure, until your head buries itself into her neck, and you’re letting out so many breathless praises at her while struggling not to orgasm before her

➢ loser!hazel who has the biggest praise kink known to man. she can’t help but writhe when you tell her what a good girl she is, how well she’s taking you, how good her pussy and mouth are, how skilled her fingers are…she could get drunk off you praises

➢ loser!hazel who can’t get enough of you the first time you two fucked. she gets so needy in public, and this time around, real images flash through her mind. she can’t help but feel herself getting wet in the middle of class when she remembers how soft your thighs felt, especially around her head, how you looked at her with so much love when she was nervous, how pretty your moans sounded, and of course all the filthy praises you whispered in her ear

➢ loser!hazel who feels so lucky whenever she realizes you chose her out of anyone you could have wanted, and always tries to make you feel so good when she gets to fuck you (no matter how many times you tell you you wouldn’t ever pick anyone else, and that she’s the one for you)

➢ loser!hazel who gets very jealous when she sees someone flirting with you. she’ll go up to you and put her arm around you, kissing you before quietly standing there with a dopey smile until the person leaves, realizing you’re with her. you think it’s funny when she gets jealous, but you find it especially funny when she’s eager to go home after that, begging you softly to show her who she belongs to

Pairing: Hazel Callahan x fem reader

Summary: Hazel and you keep hooking up but insist you guys are just friends, are y'all really though?

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Making out, Confession, Dom!Hazel, Sub!Reader,Fingering (r!receiving), Cunnilingus (r!receiving), Praising, Grinding, Crying, Angst towards the end

Word count: 1.8k

Note: I hope you guys enjoy this its been a while since i wrote and thank you sm for reading! Also i did not proofread this 😓😓

Masterlist

MDNI

You and Hazel first met at the fight club and instantly clicked. As days goes by the two of u got closer and closer hanging out everyday.

As usual after the club ended you and Hazel were talking when she suddenly asked you if you wanted to go over to her place to hang out.

You agreed even though you were insanely nervous. The thought of being in Hazels house itself got your hands sweaty. Both of you parted ways going home you quickly washed up before going to the address she gave you.

As you drove to her front gate your jaw dropped seeing the mansion she lived in. You texted her that you have arrived and she opened the gate for you to drive in. After parking your car you got out fixing yourself a little before pressing the doorbell.

The door opened revealing Hazel who's smiling invitingly at you. She was wearing a tank top and some basketball shorts and god did she look good.

"Hey, are you alright?" she asked snapping you out of ur trance. You realized that you were staring and coughed awkwardly.

"Yeah im alright"

"Okay...come on in"

You walked in amazed by her house. "Its really pretty, your house" "Thanks, come on lets go to my room" she said walking up the stairs. You followed her making your way to her room. She sat on her bed while you awkwardly stood at the door.

"Come in i don't bite"

You nodded awkwardly making your way into her room before taking a seat next to her on her bed. You both decided to watch a movie settling on Rapunzel.

Unfortunately for you, you could barely focus on the movie. Being this close to her made your heart race. You turned to look at her only to realize that she was staring at you too. Your face instantly flushed.

"What?"

She didnt look away staring at you. Her hand moves to brush you hair behind your ear. You let her do as she wished leaning a little closer. She stared at your lips "May i?" You nodded and she leans in kissing you. Her lips were warm and soft making your stomach erupt with butterflies.

Neither of you pulled away the kiss getting more heated before you both pulled away panting. She rest her forehead on yours before pulling you into another kiss. Her arm pulls your thighs to her making you steassle her. She wraps her arm around your waist pulling you closer.

Your hands moved to her hair tugging softly making her moan into your mouth. Her hand moved under your shirt caressing your soft skin making you whimper. She pulled away.

"Is this okay?"

You nodded your core throbbing in need. "May i remove your shirt?" you nodded again letting her pull your shirt over your head. "Fuck baby you're so pretty" she leans in to kiss you again before moving down leaving wet kisses on your jaw and neck.

She quickly found your weak spot making you moan softly as she nibble on the spot leaving a hickey. She pulled away looking at you for your consent as her hand rest on the back of your bra. You nodded allowing her to unclasp your bra letting your tits free.

"You're so perfect" her praises goes straight to your core soaking through your panties. She latches her mouth onto your nipple sucking while her hand fondles with the other. Your hand grips her hand moaning softly as you needily grind on her.

"Please Haze I need you" you whimpered. She flips u two over making you lay on the bed. She kisses you again before leaving a trail of wet kisses down your body stopping at your hips.

"Can i?"

"Yes, please"

She tugs your pants down leaving you in your panties the wet spot insanely obvious. "Did i do that?" she asked amused. "Yeah, please touch me Haze" you said breathlessly. She kisses your inner thighs before moving to face your clothed cunt.

She licked at your clothed cunt making you moan your hand instantly tangling in her hair. She pushed your panties to the sight revealing your soaked core. She ran her finger through your slit collecting your slick.

"Such a pretty pussy baby. All soaking wet for me"

She moans softly as she sucked on her fingers tasting u. She yanked your panties off immediately diving in between your legs. Her lips latched onto your clit sucking on it before tongue fucking your hole.

"F-fuck Hazel~ God please don't stop"

You moaned shamelessly not caring if her mom could hear you as you bucked your hips pushing her face into your pussy.

You tasted so good Hazel could've sworn she was in heaven. Your moans genuinely being the prettiest thing shes ever heard. She pulled away replacing her mouth with her fingers instead.

She pushes two fingers into your pussy making you cry out at the stretch. She looks at you in awe your face flushed tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks as your hips bucks up wanting more. She kissed you again making you taste yourself.

You moaned into the kiss her fingers curling at your g-spot perfectly. You felt like you were in heaven mumbling incoherent words. The knot in your abdomen gets tighter as your pussy clenches around her fingers.

"mmm fuck haze- im go-gonna cum"

"cum princess you're doing so good cum for me"

You hand held onto anything letting out a pornographic moan your vision going white as you came. You have never cummed this hard like ever. After you calmed down you wanted to return the favor.

"Haze let me help you"

"No honey today is about you"

"but-"

"no buts come on go pee"

"im lazy please let me eat you out"

"nuh uh today is about you and your pleasure ok princess?"

I sighed giving up "Okay"

"Come on go pee you're gonna get an infection"

After you managed to walk again the both of you went to the bathroom. After you peed and she washed her hand and face you both went back to her bed cuddling.

Her arms held you close. "Hazel?" "Hmm?" She looks down at you. You couldn't help it kissing her again. She was caught off guard but kissed you back. After awhile you two pulled away. I smiled "Good night Haze" "Good night baby" she kissed your forehead pulling you closer as you both drifted off.

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Ever since that night you and Hazel kept hooking up but neither of you made anything official. Even when your friends kept prying you both just brushed it off saying you guys are "just friends" but the amount of times you two have fucked said otherwise.

As time goes by you fell for Hazel more and more. As usual you went over to her house and instead of Hazel it was her mom that opened the door. "You must be (name)" her mom ushers you in. "Why dont you join us for dinner today? Our family is here" "Oh no its ok Mrs.Callahan i can leave" "No no i insist come on"

I accepted defeat and followed her. Hazel was in the dining room with her Grandparents. She notices me and stood up happily. "Hey (name) come join us" I smiled and joined her. Fortunately, the night went well her family was super kind and sweet.

At this point you guys were literally a couple already you were always over at her house and not only that you have met her family. That night you slept over again the both of you laying in her bed cuddling. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Haze I....i have to tell you something"

"What is it?"

"I...I love you Haze"

She stared at you flustered making you panic. "Its totally cool if you do like me back like-" "Hey, its ok calm down" you calmed down. "I love you too" she whispered making your face flush.

She laughs before kissing you softly. This is it you guys are finally girlfriends! or so you thought...

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The next day, you were looking for her making you way to the hall where the club meetings were usually held at. Before you could open the door you over heard Pj and Hazel talking.

"Are you and (name) not dating?"

"No what? We are just friends"

"Well you guys seem like a couple"

"Well... no we're only friends"

You hear dropped tears flowing down your cheeks. You dropped your bag alerting the two girls. Their heads snapped to the door seeing you there tears streaming down your cheeks. Before Hazel got a chance to say anything you ran away.

After that incident you hid in your room ignoring everyone's text. You didnt show up to school for a whole week making everyone worried especially Hazel. She decided enough was enough and the next thing she knew she was infront of your house.

She knocked and your mother let her in when she explained that she was your friends. In hopes that she can help you your mother brought her to your room. She knocked hesitantly when you didn't respond she decided to just go in.

She sees you wrapped in your blanket her heart breaking. She sat down on your bed putting her hand on your shoulder. "Hey sweetheart" she said softly. "What do you want?" you said harshly throwing her off.

"Im just here to check up on you"

"You dont need to we're not together anyways"

"What?"

You sighed annoyed "I heard you that day. Seriously? Just friends? This whole time after everything we've done together we're only friends! Fuck Hazel we've fucked so many times i even met your parents and we're still casual! I told you i loved you does that mean absolutely nothing to you at all?!" you said extremely upset.

"Hey no thats not it. i meant it when i said i love you i only said that we're friends cause i didn't know if we were together or if you wanted me to tell everyone" she said defending herself.

"Who the fuck says i love you for fun?! Do you know how much it hurts to hear you say we're only friends all the time?! I fucking fell fell for you Hazel! I love you so much and i feel so stupid knowing that you'd never love to me back" "Hey no i didn't say that" she interrupts.

"Do you think you're the only one who fell? I fell for you too and fuck it felt horrible having to always say we're only friends but honestly (name) i dont want to be friends anymore. I want us to be more i want to live the rest of my life with you" Hazel confessed. Tears were streaming down your cheeks.

"Please (name) give me another chance let me make it up to you. Let's not only be feiends...Will you be my girlfriend?" she held your hand gently her other hand wiping your cheeks wet with tears. You nodded unable to speak. She hugs you tightly until you stopped crying.

"Haze"

"Yes love?"

"I love you"

pairing ; hazel callahan x fem!reader

wordcount ; 1.3k

summary ; After Hazel's attempt to recover after her grave mistake of getting beat down by the school's star wrestler, you assume the role of her caretaker in an attempt to show your affection for her. Don't worry, your actions do not go unnoticed.

warning ; fluff galore, mentions of blood, hazel's nose injury, headaches, painkillers mentioned (let me know if i missed anything!)

<- last chapter

summary: u and ur roommates host a halloween party !!! hazel comes and lots of good things happen.

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contents: flirting, dancing, kissing, fluff

vocab: f/n - friends name, of/n - other friends, c/n - cats name

an: ok guys this chapter is heat trustttt. also peep how quickly im getting these chapters out !!

wc: 1.3k

chapter vibe: North by Clairo

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It's Halloween night and you and your roommates, f/n and of/n, are decorating your apartment for guests. Not too many people are coming, probably around thirty.

There's fake cobwebs in every corner, and purple fairy lights are hanging from the ceiling to provide a spookier atmosphere. Just outside the kitchen, there's a buffet set out on the dining table with all kinds of platters, and in the middle is a cauldron filled with fruit punch that looks like blood. There's also water poured over dried ice to provide a smoky effect around the cauldron.

The apartment is just about ready, thanks to pinterest and the work of three girls desperate to have it looking spick and span in under two hours.

There's edible purple and black glitter on almost all the food, and the punch has red glitter mixed in so it's a bit like a potion.

Safe to say they went all out. There are candles lit, a playlist playing from the beats pill, and three girls snacking on the food while waiting for guests to arrive.

F/n is petting her cat, c/n, and of/n is doomscrolling while drool drips down her chin. You're a little concerned about her by this point.

The doorbell rings for the first person, and you practically leap off the couch. "I got it!" You yank the door open and feel your cheeks heat up when you see Hazel.

And promptly burst out laughing. She's painted bright orange and wearing a bald cap, with a neon yellow mustache stuck to her face. It's comedy gold. Her eyes sparkle the same, but now she's got a pillow stuffed into an orange shirt to resemble a gut, arms and neck painted the same orange as the bald cap.

"I... yeah sorry, I didn't know if you would need any help getting ready, but... yeah. Alright come on, I don't look that stupid"

You look her up and down fondly, and usher her in. "Sorry, sorry. I love the costume. It's very... you." You chortle as she scoffs. "What's that supposed to mean?,” she exclaims. "Oh, nothing." You lead her through the foyer and into the main room, where f/n and of/n are sat.

"F/n, of/n, this is Hazel." You point back and forth between them. "Hazel, these are my roommates and best friends." She smiles at them and waves bashfully but kindly. It fills you with a sense of fondness, and you take her hand and drag her to the couch to socialise with your friends while you wait for more guests.

By the time all the guests have arrived, it's seemingly time to dance. Hazel leads you to where the furniture is cleared to create a dance floor, and twirls you around benignly.

The night is going great. Hazeli's hands settle on your waist, and it's like you were molded for her touch. All the guests are getting along, the food is being eaten and the punch has practically been drained from the cauldron.

Dancing with Hazel feels like opening your window after the rain and breathing in the air once the ground has been wiped clean. It's safe, comfortable, almost familiar. Like this is where you're meant to be.

Now that she's apart of your life, you can't imagine it without her. Sure, you were fine before, and you think calling your person your "soulmate" is way too cheesy, but you think that somehow you and her were meant to cross paths one way or another.

It's with great remorse when you finally pull away from Hazel to lead her onto the balcony. Thankfully there's nobody there, it would make you a terrible hostess to usher some poor soul inside just so you and Hazel could be away from prying eyes.

"I'm really glad you came." You say, almost a whisper. Hazel hears it, because of course she does. "I'm glad I did, too. I really like you, y/n."

You feel heat rising in your cheeks and quickly look away, but you know it’s barely visible in the light of the moon anyways. "I really like you too." You look back at her to see her gazing at you intently, as if waiting for something. Your breath hitches as she takes a step closer and you can feel her body heat.

You're almost nose to nose. All you would have to do is push up on your toes just a little...

A loud crash from inside draws your attention away. You look towards the door to the apartment and back at Hazel, but her gaze never left you. You go to check on the noise, but before you take two steps she's gently taking your arm and pulling you back to her.

And then you're kissing.

You've kissed a few girls before, sure, but none of them felt like this. This feels like the last puzzle piece falling into place, like exactly what you've wanted all this time without knowing what you've wanted.

Your eyes flutter shut as you lean into the kiss, arms going around her neck as her hands rest on your waist. You let out a quiet sound into her mouth, and her soft lips seem to soak it up.

You’re submerged in the mind-spinning sensation that is Hazel Callahan. You step backwards, wherever she wants you, always, until your back hits the edge of the balcony. You sigh, fighting the urge to run your hands under her shirt and feel out the plane of her back.

You feel your knees going weak as one of your hands cards through the hair at the nape of her neck, and she hums faintly, thumb rubbing circles on your waist.

A gasp sounds from the doorway and you're forced to disconnect when the balcony door pushes open and both f/n and of/n are there blinking in surprise. "Oh em gee." f/n says quietly.

They look at each other and burst out laughing before closing the doors and leaving you and Hazel by yourselves again.

"Wow." You say, still breathless. "Wow." She agrees. You look at each other, snorting a laugh. "They're going to bully me for this! It's not funny!" You exclaim.

"Aw, poor you. What, kissing me isn't worth being made fun of?" She presses a hand to her heart, feigning hurt.

"Kissing you? No. Kissing you while you’re dressed up as the fucking lorax is an entirely different story." A slow, lazy grin takes over her features and a sudden burst of warmth floods through your chest.

You surge forward and leave little kisses all over her face. Cheeks, forehead, nose, chin, and finally a soft peck on the lips. You lean back, smiling, and are met with the softest look you've ever seen on another person.

You wrap your arms around her neck and sway a bit to the music drifting outside from the cozy apartment, and lay your head on her chest. You can't help but silently send a prayer to whatever force may be that gave you this. This... whatever it is.

When the night is over and you walk her to the door, she gives you one last kiss. It's quick, but sweet. Simple. "I'll call you tomorrow, pretty. Goodnight." She lands a gentle kiss on your forehead before making her way down the hall to the elevator, and you're leaning against the doorframe with a faint smile gracing your lips.

Dead Girl Walking

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

Pairing: Hazel Callahan x Reader

CW: Sexual References.

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

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

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

Anyway, enjoy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay. Maybe you guys are right."

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

And then there was the issue of you.

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

"Hazel!"

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

"It's your line."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, don't worry about her."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yeah, right."

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

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

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

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

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

"Um, here we are," she mumbled.

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

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

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

You nodded enthusiastically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hazel," you muttered after a moment.

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

Hazel inhaled sharply.

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks. I needed that."

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

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

"I, uh-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hazel sighed. She knew you were right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hmm?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed deeply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hazel's jaw almost dropped to the floor.

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

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

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

She tried not to sound too eager as she replied.

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

"So should we just-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You know what? I like you too."

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

"Really?"

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

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

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

Thank god for this musical, she thought.