So, originally I wanted to find a mockup of an ’80s-style poster hanging in a video rental store, since I originally drew it as a poster. But I couldn’t find a decent mockup, and making one from scratch? Yeah, nah, I was way too lazy for that.
I was already this close to saying “screw it” and ditching the whole idea when I randomly stumbled upon a VHS cassette box template. And then BOOM (cue the angelic choir, heavenly spotlight blasting straight into my damn face, divine revelation unlocked)
So yeah. A VHS tape about Fruity Four with a 3-hour movie. Do I dream about something like that? Oh, absolutely. But sometimes dreams are just dreams, and that’s the sad, annoying reality of it.
But hey, at the very least, I can make a damn VHS box for it
jayce surrendering to viktor in the exact same position that his alternate self died in is so funny because he really went all in on the power of love thing huh. he was really putting that much faith in his ability to snap viktor out of it. and it wouldn't have even fucking worked if ekko wasn't there. i fear that he's not beating the himbo allegations with this one, jayce talis you continue to be the stupidest man in all of piltover. godspeed you fucking idiot
i asked y'all to tell me your most re-read fics and there were too many to include in one list, so (throws confetti) more fic for you!
[part 1 here][part 3 in progress]
a map of everyone who loves you by phonemicengineer
T | 7k | recced by @flintandfuss
a mess of holy things by ghosttotheparty
E | 138k | recced by @kissthegypsy
Anywhere, Anytime by AidaRonan (@aidaronan)
M | 6k | recced by @flintandfuss
Are You Dumb Enough Yet, Princess? by BatsBratsandBarbedwire (@batsbratsandbarbedwire)
E | 5k | recced by @gothwifehotchner
Crazier Shit Has Happened, Little Bird by BatsBratsandBarbedwire (@batsbratsandbarbedwire)
E | 97k | recced by @prettymoongirly and @gothwifehotchner
Do You Mind? (will you mind?) by GreenQueenofClubs
E | 44k | recced by @teddywesworl
dogfish by greatunironic (@greatunironic)
T | 26k | recced by @cashewnutofdoom
He Knows Only Two Stories by teddywesworl (@teddywesworl)
E | 19k | recced by @carbonbased000
Hello, I'm Sorry, I Lost Myself (I Think I Thought You Were Someone Else) by DiscoSuperFly
E | 67k | recced by @kultiras-fic-recs
I Am Not The Sun by beetlesandstars (@beetlesandstarss)
M | 6k | recced by @kas-eddie-munson
lightning strikes; you're in love by rosterroo
T | 90k | recced by @kultiras-fic-recs
Maybe 10% Better by BilbosMom
M | 38k | recced by @flintandfuss
Of Space and Time by Appledagger (@appledaggerst)
M | 56k | recced by @steddiecameraroll
Play On by little_murmaider
G | 1.6k | recced by @flintandfuss
reach out, touch faith by occasional_loverboy (@occasionaloverboy)
E | 9k | recced by @postmodernau
Shot Right Through by entanglednow (@entanglednow)
E | 5k | recced by @queenie-ofthe-void
Sleight of Hand by smithereen (@flieslikeamoron)
E | 143k | recced by @onirislanding and @teddywesworl
Star of the Masquerade by glorious_spoon (@glorious-spoon)
M | 65k | recced by @rosyhoneydew
Steddie Amnesia Verse by purpleweekend
E | 167k | recced by @kissthegypsy
The Great Scavenger Hunt of 1986 and podfic by wynnyfryd
T | 8k | recced by @messessentialist
the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you by greatunironic (@greatunironic)
E | 35k | recced by @batsbratsandbarbedwire
The Rush of Thunder (That Brings You Under) by callmejude (@callmejude)
E | 125k | recced by @onirislanding
the shame is on the other side by scoops_ahoy
M | 18k | recced by @kas-eddie-munson
took you for a working boy by pukner (@pukner)
M | 44k | recced by @paperbackribs
We are Stardust, We are Golden by idiopathic smile and
podfic by Itty_Bitty_Blondie
M | 26k | recced by @messessentialist and @onirislanding
We Should Just Kiss (Like Real People Do) by Oonionchiver
E | 88k | recced by @kissthegypsy
you must have known for a long time (the shape of things to come) by bramble_berries (@bramble-berries)
E | 32k | recced by @queenie-ofthe-void
i asked y'all to tell me your most re-read fics and once again got tupperware avalanche.gif-ed, so. for your viewing pleasure, please find below the cut in alphabetical order because i will apparently not being doing any actual work at work today the full rec list thus far:
a special privilege for the resurrected by theopteryx
E | 56k | recced by @pennyplainknits
Among the Wildflowers by ParadimeShifts (@paradimeshifts7)
E | 28k | recced by @thefreakandthehair
baby what's your blood type? (is it mine?) by cheatghost
T | 5k | recced by @steddie-island
bear hugs by steddieas_shegoes (@steddieas-shegoes)
E | 41k WIP | recced by @thefreakandthehair
butter, sugar, and northern mockingbirds. by througheden (@thefreakandthehair)
E | 17k | recced by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation
call me sunshine, send me to space by steddieas_shegoes (@steddieas-shegoes)
E | 90k | recced by @mugloversonly
carve your name into my chest by hexiewrites (@hexiewrites)
E | 43k | recced by @thefreakandthehair
Critical Hit by AidaRonan (@aidaronan)
E | 7k | recced by @steddie-island
Cut and Changed and Rearranged by AidaRonan (@aidaronan)
T | 11k | recced by @pennyplainknits
Date me instead by Zhuletta
E | 44k | recced by @thefreakandthehair
Dustin Henderson and the Lovebirds by pukner (@pukner)
G | 10k | recced by @steddie-island
i come back to the place you are by pizzabones
E | 212k | recced by @mugloversonly
i don't know, you figure it out by wynnyfryd
E | 61k WIP | recced by @steddie-island
i've been having a horrible time pulling myself together by deadratz (@munsonkitten)
E | 75k | recced by @thefreakandthehair
Keep it Steady, Eddie by outofmygourd
E | 105k | recced by @mugloversonly
laughing at the broken glass by mustlovesteve (@mustlovesteve)
M | 151k | recced by @bumblebeecuttlefishes
No Fairy Tale Ever Started This Way by ElliottRook
E | 7k | recced by @steddie-island
Pas de Deux by Malikat22 (@malikat24601)
E | 90k | recced by @br0ck-eddie
relax (lay it back) by wynnyfryd and Gorgeousgreymatter (@gorgeousgreymatter-x) and podfic by flintandfuss (@flintandfuss)
E | 12k | recced by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation
Saltwater Prayer by Asgardian_Pirate
E | 54k | recced by @thefreakandthehair
Sanctuary by SpicedSage
E | 47k | recced by @pennyplainknits and @messessentialist
Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I'm Yours) by steddieasitgoes (@steddieasitgoes)
M | 61k | recced by @thefreakandthehair
so let's sneak in from the cheap seats, honey by pricklywhicket (@messessentialist)
E | 14k | recced by @steddie-island
Someone who cares by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation (@just-my-latest-hyperfixation)
E | 84k | recced by @mugloversonly
start by pulling him out of the fire by pricklywhicket (@messessentialist)
E | 85k | recced by @steddieas-shegoes
The Shire is NOT on Fire by kissesforcas (@kissesforcas)
E | 54k | recced by @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe
Tuesday's Gone With the Wind by thisapplepielife (@thisapplepielife)
E | 184k | recced by @wormdebut
wouldn't it be nice (if we could wake up) by kissesforcas (@kissesforcas)
E | 130k | recced by @pennyplainknits
Your Biggest Fan by LexiRoseWrites (@lexirosewrites)
E | 47k | recced by @mugloversonly
Give me Remus telling them that he was dating Sirius and Minnie isn’t surprised because Sirius tells her absolutely everything that she may as well have adopted him too and Poppy is absolutely not surprised because of the amount of time that she had noticed Sirius trying to sneak into the hospital wing during full moons and had just turned a blind eye.
Give me Remus still getting awful nightmares from his father letting him get attacked and walking out and Hope giving him up at an age where he could remember everything, and Poppy rushing in and comforting him.
Give me them helping move Remus into his first flat after school (with Sirius), and giving Sirius the ‘if you hurt him’ talk.
Give me Sirius nervously asking for their blessing to propose to Remus, at the same time that Remus nervously tells them that he was going to ask Euphemia and Fleamont for their blessing to propose to Sirius, and just biting back smiles.
Give me both of them giving toasts at the wedding, and when it came to the dance, they just did two, so they’d both get a chance.
Give me Remus desperately trying to navigate all of the distrust during the first war, but having parents that are his rocks, giving him advice.
Give me Minnie knocking some sense into Sirius when he starts to suspect Remus during the war by shouting at him for a few hours, and helping them heal and make it through everything.
Give me Remus crying to them when he realised that Sirius was drifting away, when his missions were draining the life out of him, when they lost Marlene.
Give me Minnie and Poppy noticing the inconsistencies in Peter’s stories when Remus would talk about it, and saving James and Lily’s lives.
Give me Remus being adopted by the two most supportive and caring people he had ever known.
summary: you’ve had a crush on hazel for yearsnow. after you get partnered with her in mr.g’s class, she asks you to come over to study for the final exam. tired of not being able to act on this crush, you turn to isabel for some help in seduction. you attempt a few of her tactics but it seems that hazel doesn’t really seem to be that interested. or so, you think until you’re straight it forward with how you feel.
pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader
contains: mature language, mature content, smut including — oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), hazel being an absolute teasing dom bc i said so, mrs.callahan almost catches reader and hazel but is saved by a locked door, reader does not know how to flirt to save their lives, isabel & josie being cuties and supportive of hazel and reader, no y/n!!!
a/n: i hope everyone enjoys. this is my first time ever writing about a sapphic character so i hope it meets expectations. thank you! :))
word count: 7K (i got extremely carried away)
You and Hazel shared Mr.G’s class. It didn’t take a genius to notice that Hazel was insanely attractive with her mullet rocker hair, insanely sharp cheekbones, and big blue eyes that had you blushing at just the thought. After being assigned partners for the ‘Death of Women in History’ section for Mr.G’s class, you two had got to talking more and more about each other.
First, that Mr.G’s class really made no sense a majority of the time and that you had no idea how he even got hired. Hazel agreed but pointed out that at least it was an easy class. Along with looking cool, Hazel just was so fucking cool. She knew taekwondo, how to build a bomb (you didn’t question why or how she knew how to do that) and how she blew up that douchebag Jeff’s car after cheating on Isabel, who had also become close friends throughout the year, with Hazel’s mom.
You were pretty sure that was extremely illegal but didn’t even have to comment on it to tell that it pissed and disgusted Hazel off beyond belief.
You were surprised to find out that she didn’t have a girlfriend nor had she ever had a girlfriend. This made you more hopeful for a chance with her. You gushed to Isabel as you had been doing all semester about Hazel once class ended.
“Oh my god, you are obsessed with her,” Isabel teased you as you walked down the halls. “You know, if you want, I could for sure give you some tips on how to hint to her that you wanna be more than just friends.”
This made your eyebrows raise in interest. You weren’t really the flirty type in any way. You were the type to repress your crush on someone for as long as you could until it eventually went away. Rejection clouded your confidence as soon as you even considered confessing to your past crushes.
“Oh, I don’t know,” you awkwardly chuckled, shrugging your shoulders. “I think we’re good now a-as friends.”
“Is that what you tell yourself when you're jerking off to the thought of her?” Isabel deadpanned causing you to blush.
You whip your head around the halls to see if Hazel or if anyone associated with her was around. You would rather die than have her hear that.
“I told you that happened one time!” You sneered through a whisper at the freckled girl.
Isabel continued to just stare at you unamused at your lies. The two of you approached your locker and there across the way was Hazel wearing a cozy brown sweater and green pants with her low Doc Martens. She was talking to Josie about something you couldn’t quite make out from a distance. Just seeing her made those memories of the many nights you’ve happened to use her as some inspiration to get off.
Many, many nights.
“Okay, a lot more than once but shut up. She is right there.” You sneered at your friend, glancing at Hazel once more before opening your locker to place your textbooks for the day.
As you do, you notice Isabel raise her hands up in defense before ogling at her Josie.
“Now go and talk to your girlfriend. I can see you eye-fucking her from here.” You poke at her gorgeous head of hair with a gag as she hugs you quickly, reminding you to FaceTime her tonight so that you can work out exactly how you could seduce Hazel.
Isabel happily walks over and throws her arms around Josie’s neck to kiss her softly. Hazel visibly grimaced at how heavily the kiss progressed in such a short amount of time before removing herself from their space.
“Hazel, hey,” you call out with a grin, hoping you didn’t scare her.
Hazel sighed out of relief at the sight of you which, of course, made your smitten heart thump.
“Shit, I’m glad I caught you actually. Mr.G’s test is coming up in about a week and I was wondering if you wanted to start coming over to study for it,” Hazel proposed and you felt your throat close up.
“Like a…. study-date?” You question carefully.
Hazel shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “Sure, yeah. So tomorrow after school? We can walk to my house.”
You blinked once, trying to process what you already agreed to. You nod with a deep inhale, a nervous smile that you hoped looked normal to your crush for years now.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” she reached forward to place a hand on your shoulder before walking away.
Your eyes followed her figure as you waited until she completely disappeared in the crowd of students leaving for activities and to go home. You inched forward to Josie and Isabel, lightly tapping on Isabel’s shoulder in a panic. Isabel audibly groaned and detached herself from Josie to look at whoever was tapping her but when she saw you, her face softened.
“What—“
“Hazel just invited me over tomorrow to study for Mr.G’s test. I don’t know what to do. What the fuck do I wear?” You express in a panic, messing with your middle finger ring as a sort of comfort.
Josie raised a finger up and shrugged. “Maybe study? I don't know…” Her voice faded out as her girlfriend then stared at her warningly.
“No, I am coming over tonight,” Isabel removed herself from Josie who just gaped at you and the honey haired woman. “FaceTime is not enough. Bring your best outfit ideas and I’ll help with seduction techniques because, no offense, but you really need it.”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” Josie interrupted with a grin already forming, “you like Hazel?”
You raised a fist to punch her shoulder and point at her. “Shut up, Josie.”
“Oh my god, babe, you seriously haven’t noticed? She’s jaw dropped and drools every time she’s around.”
“Okay, whatever, jesus. Yes, I do and I’m freaking out right now because I really like her and she’s so fucking hot and not only that, she’s actually a really nice person. God, I want her so bad.” You stress yourself out as you think about how tomorrow evening was going to go.
Isabel glanced at you with a grimace as she understood your struggle. She reached forward to pat your shoulder, not knowing how else to comfort you.
That same night, Isabel made her way over to your place to help you pick out an outfit. The two of you went through every single item in your closet. Isabel gave you one single tip on the clothing options for seduction; cleavage. It should’ve been a given in your eyes but being told it would for sure.
So, deep within the old, thrifted clothes, Isabel found something you completely forgot you had bought on a whim. She pulled out a soft pink cotton dress that was practically lingerie as the boob area was lined with lace.
“Isn’t that too dressy for a study date?” You proposed to Isabel.
“Definitely but it’ll make your tits look amazing.” Isabel emphasized, motioning to your chest.
Did your tits not look amazing on every other day?
So, the next afternoon after the last bell rang, you rushed to the bathroom to change into that said dress, quickly smoothing down the front to lessen the wrinkles from how you shoved it into your backpack. You glanced at your cleavage and Isabel was right about how great your tits looked.
They were a pretty average size but the lace and slight lift on the top area made your confidence rise a bit. Walking out of the bathroom, you spot Hazel leaning on your locker. A black and white zig-zag button up, a black opened vest on top with a medium wash of blue jean and a pair of creme white Converse.
Her chains shine very faintly against her neck which shouldn’t have driven you insane as it did.
You move yourself into her eye-line with a friendly, innocent grin. Hazel’s brows raised in your direction then furrowing at your obvious change in attire.
“Hey, you ready to go?” She asked with slight confusion in her tone.
“Yeah, sounds good,” you nod.
“Oh! I was able to get my mom’s car today so we don't have to walk for, like, half a fucking hour.”
The news caused you to internally sigh in relief. You were wearing Converse which weren’t exactly the most comfortable for walking miles. Plus, you didn’t want to try and seduce your way into Hazel’s heart.
The whole drive was quiet as you, in all honesty, completely forgot about every single thing that Isabel had told you to do. It’s not your fault that Hazel looked ridiculously attractive behind the wheel, driving with one hand gripping the wheel with the windows down.
It looked straight out of a fucking rom-com. You couldn’t help but gawk at the way the wind blew her rocker hair wildly, exposing her sharp cheekbones. The soft melody of a random radio station playing in the background really just made it full circle.
Maybe you could start here and compliment her.
“You look really nice driving,” you blurted out, wanting to vomit already at how fast and loud the words left your mouth.
Hazel’s face twitched in confusion for a moment, glancing over at you with a slight grin.
“Nice?” Her tone was teasing. “Thank you, I think?”
“Yeah, of course,” you nod, embarrassment flooding through your veins.
Yeah, you didn’t say anything else the rest of the drive to her house. Pulling up, you tug the ends of the skirt of your dress down so you don’t flash her. You peaked over at her as she put the car in park, checking her out as discreetly as you could.
Hazel walked around the front of the car to open the door for you as you reached for the handle, catching you off guard. You froze for a still second before flashing her a flirty smile.
“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that,” you inform Hazel who had an arm raised and rested on the opened door.
“You’re the guest.” Hazel shrugged with a small grin before adding on, “also, it’s jammed on the child’s lock for some reason so I have to open it from the outside.”
This made your expression falter but you attempted to hide it. You threw your backpack over your shoulder as you stepped out of the car. Hazel moves out of your way to motion towards the front door. Or doors, in Hazel's case.
The walk to Hazel’s room made your heart sink. The confidence that had been waving in and out of your system had fully disappeared into thin air. Hazel strides in front of you, turning a corner to the egg-white wooden door to her room. She opens the door and moves out of the way, again, to let you in first.
“Just make yourself comfortable.”
You haven’t been comfortable since you walked into the house. Hazel sets her backpack down on the ground next to her desks' swivel chair. As she turned around, you tugged the front of the dress down to reveal your cleavage more for her to notice.
This is where it had to begin.
Setting your bag down in the same area, you brushed your hair out of your way and leaned on the desk with one hand. You made sure to make your arm press into the side of her boob to accentuate the front of the dress. Hazel turned to find you there right behind her, eyes widening and blinking once out of surprise of how close in prolixity you had become.
Then, Isabel’s advice came echoing in your mind.
“Compliment the smell of her or her room. Or even both. I know I love when people let me know how good I smell.”
“Hey, you know your room smells really good. It smells like you,” you smile, looking her up and down and leaning in closer. “What is it?”
Her room did, in fact, smell like some sort of fragrance mixture of woody, mahogany, and sage with a hint of lavender. Hazel glanced around the room before her eyes landed right where you had been wanting her to look; right at your tits.
“Uh, thank you. I have no idea. Probably ‘mahogany teakwood’ or some shit like that.”
You nod, mentally noting that. Hazel, then, got out all of the material needed for Mr.G’s class. Shit, you haven't even packed a notebook. Isabel gave you the confidence to assure you that something was going to happen.
Fuck.
Hazel was already getting out different colored pens and pencils, laying them out on her desk. You pretend to look through your bag, faking a sigh and groan as you continue your act.
“Damn it,” you muttered.
Hazel was quick to notice your frantic rummaging before asking, “what’s wrong?”
“I completely forgot to get my notebook so I can’t really study. I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re fine,” Hazel reassured, a kind smile on her face. You hated how much it made your head spin. “Here— shit,” she dropped her notebook while handing it to you. The clumsiness made you smile; not making fun but in admiration of how cute she was.
Isabel was painfully right. You were obsessed with everything about her, it was concerning sometimes.
“I got it. Thank you,” you tell her as you bend forward to pick up the notebook from the ground, looking up at her from the ground.
Hazel’s eyes find themselves locked on your cleavage again. She nodded, clearing her throat and twiddling a pencil around her fingers skillfully.
“Yeah, of course.” Hazel smacks her tongue against her teeth. “We should probably… get to it though.”
You nod to yourself, clutching the notebook in a way that has the metal spiral digging into your palm. How were you going to seduce her when she actually wants to study?
“Right, yeah,” you respond, glancing over at her made bed. A thought filled your brain as you pointed to the bed. “Hey, is it okay if we get on the bed? It’ll probably be more comfortable that way.”
Hazel glanced at her bed then at you before nodding without hesitation. “Sure, yeah.”
The tension in the air was indescribable. When you were studying by yourself in your own room, you were usually blasting music on your speaker or in your headphones to the point of everything else around you becoming insignificant. There was complete silence in the room which made you even more nervous to be with Hazel in her room.
The two of you then sit on the bed; Hazel prying off her shoes to sit criss-cross on the bed and you lie down in front of her, one arm holding up your head and the other writing down mindlessly. Hazel actually seemed to be writing and studying while you were just scribbling your name down in different fonts. She had no idea how much you had been zoned out and bored.
That is until after half an hour of ‘studying’, Hazel asked you a question about a topic she was writing about.
“Oh, uh,” you look down at the paper and then back at her.
She was staring at you, waiting patiently for some sort of answer but she glanced at your graphite covered paper to see what you had been doing this entire time you had been here. Embarrassment begins to flood your system as you meet her gaze.
“Have you been writing your name over and over again?”
“Yeah…” You trailed off, having no defense whatsoever. You were bored, on the verge of giving up seducing Hazel. Might as well just tell her the truth. “I’m sorry, Hazel. I… never wanted to really study.”
Hazel chuckled and nodded her head towards the scribbled piece of paper. “Yeah, I noticed but why’d you say yes then? Did you wanna just… hangout or something?”
As you were about to open your mouth to ramble out some stupid love confession, Isabel’s voice echoed in your head.
“If you can’t do the subtle, seductive route, be honest about what you want. Some people hate it when they dance around what they really want to say or do. Be direct.”
You sucked in a deep breath, sitting up so that you were sitting across from Hazel with one leg hanging off of the bed. Your socked foot accidentally nudged her pant leg as you straightened out your back, making sure to keep eye contact with her.
“I want you, Hazel.” You kept your voice clear and lowered a bit to let her know that it was in fact in a sexual manner.
Hazel’s face dropped and you were already conjuring up an ‘it was a joke’ or ‘I’m just messing with you’ until she tilted her head with a smile.
“In a sexual and romantic way,” you emphasized with a grin.
“Is that why you changed into a dress after class?” Her tone was in its usual teasing way.
“What do you mean? I was wearing this all day.” You lied straight through your teeth but your grin gave away that you were being sarcastic.
Hazel just shook her head at you, muttering something under the lines of ‘such a tease’ as she leaned forward to press her lips onto yours. You blushed at both her words and how quick she was to kiss you. Her lips felt gentle and smooth against your own.
You inhaled and picked up a rhythm as she cradled the back of your neck with her hands. You were a bit intimidated by how experienced she was with her movements even though she had told you that she had none. Not that you were calling her a liar but she felt so fucking good.
Your hands awkwardly sat on your lap, not knowing where else to place them. This position made your lower back ache and not in a good way. You pull away from her slick lips, sucking in a deep breath.
“Can I,” you begin but hesitate for a moment. “Can we change positions? I’m sorry. My back is aching.”
You both softly chuckle at your question but it didn’t feel awkward. No, it felt more comfortable than anything. In fact, she shoved all of her school notebooks and pens on the ground with a cheeky grin.
“You can sit on my lap, c’mere.” Hazel scooched up further on the bed so that she was resting with her back against the bed frame, her legs straight out.
You blushed at the sight of her slightly slick and red lips and flushed cheeks. You forced yourself to follow forward and straddle Hazel’s legs. Her hands immediately found your waist, thumbs rubbing at the skin through the fabric.
“I’m not too heavy, right? Like it doesn’t hurt your legs?” You ask softly, placing your hands on Hazel’s shoulders.
“No, no. Trust me, this feels really good.” Hazel makes her point by running her palms up and down your sides than to squeeze at your thighs.
Your skin heats up as you feel her rings indenting into it with her soft grip. To hide your blush, you pull her into another passionate kiss. Your hands find her neck while she holds your waist, slightly rocking them forward. You let out a noise of pleasure as you feel her tongue swipe past your bottom lip.
Hazel began to smile against your lips after the noise left your mouth and she pulled away to then kiss at the skin underneath your jaw. You hum at the feeling of her lips sucking and biting at the skin. The room’s atmosphere was filled with the two of you letting out the gentlest of sensual sounds to egg each other on.
“Hazel,” you whine, rolling your hips into hers desperately.
Hazel detached herself from your neck to glance down at the way you were moving against her. She pecked at your cheek, placing her hands on your hips encouragingly. You noticed this glint in her eye and it was clear to you that she was turned on by how you were trying to get off on her.
“There you go. Just like that. That feels good, yeah?” Her tone raising a little with that stupid fucking smirk on her face.
“Please touch me.” You begged, a wave of desperation falling over you.
Hazel shook her head, obviously taunting your aroused state. “I think you’re doing good right now, pretty girl. Look at you, fuck.”
“Please,” you whispered, leaning forward to capture her lips onto hers.
Hazel pulled away to instead kiss right above your left boob, looking at you through her eyes to make sure you were okay with what she was doing. A slight nod was all Hazel needed to continue her journey down. She uses one hand to move the straps of the delicate dress off your shoulders.
You watch her tug down the top area of the dress to expose your bare chest. You try not to make it known how nervous you were for this. No one has ever seen this part of you and Hazel meant a lot to you in so many ways already. She gently takes them into her palms, a shiver running down your spine at the contact of her cool rings.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” Hazel hummed, now looking into your eyes.
It sounded so sincere and kind, you could shed a tear.
“Perfect?” You tilt your head to the side, no humor behind it. There was genuine curiosity if she meant it.
“Yeah, you are,” she pecks your lips once before placing another peck to the top of your tits. “I’m not just saying that because your boobs are in my face, by the way.”
This causes a soft laugh to erupt from your chest, leaning forward to rest your forehead on her shoulder. Her hands rub up and down your back soothingly as she chuckles along with you.
“Okay, I’m sorry.” You remove yourself from the comfort of her neck, pushing your hair out of your face.
“It’s okay. I just wanted to let you know that. Make you comfortable.” Hazel held your waist, looking between both of your eyes then your lips.
“I am. I just am really turned on right now.” You take your lip in between your teeth, adjusting yourself to grind once again on her lap.
Hazel took the hint and took one of your nipples in between her lips, sucking and licking on the bud. You gasp softly at the feeling, pushing your chest forward into the warmth of her mouth. You took one hand to brush her hair out of her face, moaning softly.
You were panting at the overwhelming feeling of her lips sucking and kissing at both of your tits and her hands gripping hungrily at your waist. It felt like so much but not enough all at once. You just wanted to be engulfed by this feeling; of Hazel.
“Can I go down on you?” Hazel asks softly, pulling away from your sensitive bud.
Your eyes widened at her words and tried to get out of your lustful haze. Your head felt clouded and not able to focus on anything other than this erotic feeling.
“I—Yeah. You really wanna?” You reply, a wave of both excitement and nerves flooding through your body.
“I really want to. If you’re not comfortable, though, that’s completely okay.” Hazel reassured you, kissing you gently on the lips. “We can keep doing this because trust me, this is really good too.”
You can’t help the smitten smile that spreads onto your lips. You hated how much you loved the bare minimum treatment she was giving you.
“No, I want to. I just— how do you want me?” You stare at her, waiting patiently.
Hazel bit her lip as she thought for a mere second before glancing to the empty space next to her. Hazel cupped your face once again to place a soft kiss to your lips. When she pulled away, you were quick to chase after the addicting taste of her. She pulled back with a teasing grin, moving her hands down to squeeze at your ass once.
“I’m gonna go and lock the door. Lay down for me, okay?”
For me. Fuck, she wanted to send you into cardiac arrest.
You nod and remove yourself from Hazel’s lap to sit down on the mattress. You could feel the wet patch on your underwear now that you were distracted by how your crush for years was sucking on your tits. Hazel rushed to lock the door, pushing her hair out of her face.
When Hazel locked her eyes on your figure on the bed, she sucked in a deep breath as if she was trying to keep her composure. She removed her open vest and her button up so that she was left in her white wife-pleaser and a black sports bra.
You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second in anticipation.
“You are so gorgeous,” Hazel tells you as she approaches the bed once again.
She crawls in between your open legs so that you are face-to-face. You answer by pressing your lips to hers. You crossed your arms around her neck to tug her more onto your body. Hazel moved her lips against yours, moving a hand from your neck to the skirt portion of the dress. She lifted it up so that it was resting around your stomach area to expose your black lace underwear you had worn for this.
Hazel hooked one finger underneath the waistband of the panties to snap it against your soft hips. You gasped at the feeling, in both pleasure and shock. Hazel pushes up on her arms to move down your body. She presses wet and attentive kisses down your chest and makes her way down to the plush of your stomach.
You sucked in out of habit so that you hoped you would appear thinner. You didn’t even realize earlier how exposed you were going to be. Hazel did take notice of the sudden tense feeling on your stomach as she kissed right above the waistband of your underwear.
“Hey, you gotta relax for me, okay?” Hazel mutters to you, hands kneeling into your soft thighs.
You sit up on your forearms to look Hazel in the eyes. “Sorry. I’ve never had anyone down there. I’m sorry if I look bloated or smell down there or—”
“Hey, it's okay. It’s okay. You look beautiful, okay? And as for the smell, its not supposed to smell like fucking vanilla or flowers. Men made that shit a standard because they’re fucking idiots.” Hazel’s words really set in your head as you tried to push away all the negative and harmful words that were telling you weren’t skinny or pretty enough to be doing this with her. “If I didn’t want to do this, I wouldn’t be.”
You nod slowly, watching as Hazel places feather-soft kisses onto your inner thighs. She was so attentive to every single sensitive part of your lower region. She kisses right over that wet spot on your underwear before taking the waistband of your underwear and tugging them down. She flings them somewhere in the corner of her room.
You want to close your legs out of instinct but you hold them open. Hazel leans down onto your pussy, placing a soft kiss onto your clit. Your hips shift at the feeling but you try to keep your composure. She looks up at you as she licks one stripe through your folds.
“Oh, fuck,” you moan softly, chasing her tongue for more.
Hazel continued to move her tongue through your slick folds, her hands gripping onto your thighs to hold you there. Your breathing was heavy and a slight layer of sweat began to form on your hairline and your lower back. The obscene sounds coming from your pussy only encouraged Hazel to pick up her movements.
You ran a hand through her hair as you felt it tickle at your inner thigh. Her eyes locked with yours as she sucked at your clit, waiting for pretty sounds to leave your lips. You whine and rock your hips against her mouth.
“You taste so good, baby,” she breathes against your slick folds. “So fucking good.”
The praise went straight to your core, your naked chest rising and falling as you were overwhelmed by her grip on you and her tongue hungrily moving through your folds. You tried to squirm away as you felt that familiar feeling in your lower abdomen.
Hazel wasn’t letting that happen, though. She slipped her pointer finger into your entrance slowly, lifting her head up to watch your reaction to this new feeling. You nodded at the feeling of something inside of you, jaw dropped as you didn’t realize she had kept her rings on. Feeling incredibly pathetic and needy as you clenched around her finger, you rocked your hips down as if that would make the pleasure increase.
“That feel good, pretty girl?” Hazel’s voice breathy in arousal, pumping her finger with one hand and keeping a tight grip onto your thigh to hold you open.
“More, please. Haze, I need to cum, please,” you begged, not even responding to her question.
Your mind was too clouded with the endorphins releasing from how good she was making you feel. Your hips kept grinding against her, feeling so out of your normal state of mind. Your lips were kiss-swollen and hair was beginning to frizz from the beads of sweat that were forming at your hairline.
“You look beautiful like this. All fucked out for me, honey.” Hazel did as you had begged for, her pointer and middle fingers were now pumping inside of you.
Her hair, too, was frizzing up beautifully from the humid air that had been filling the room. Her chest and cheeks had a gorgeous pink hue to the pale skin from the lust. Her lips and chin were coated with your arousal. How could she be complimenting you when she looked like she came straight out of porno magazine?
“Really? I’m the beautiful one when you look how,” you pant in disbelief, “you do? Fuck, Haze.”
In response to this flirtation, Hazel adjusted so that she was face-to face with you once again and pressed her lips to yours. You moan softly against her at the taste of your own slick on her swollen lips. Hazel’s fingers curled into you to hear those moans that she could have on repeat if it was possible. You pulled away to keep your lips ghosting over one another to breathe heavy moans into your mouths.
“How do I look, hmm?” She taunted, her eyes flickering all around the features of your face.
You whine, trying to kiss Hazel again to avoid answering. She just pulled back, curling her fingers against your g-spot teasingly to purposely drive you insane. You were so fucking close and she’s asking you this now?
And as if things couldn’t go more awry, you hear a rather loud knock on the door.
“Hazel! Is everything alright in there?”
Hazel’s movements freeze for a moment as the realization sets in that her mom is just on the other side of the door. You glance at the door than at Hazel who was heavily breathing along with you.
“Yeah, mom, why? I’m just doing…” Hazel glances at you and smirks for a moment. You roll your eyes as you know she wanted to say your name as a joke. “Homework. Just studying right now.”
Waiting for a response from her mother, Hazel resumed the thrusts of her fingers. She even picked up the pace of her thrusts and you knew it was because of this thrill of almost getting caught. Fuck, and it really wasn’t helping your attraction to her.
You scrunched up your brows at the pressure building in your abdomen as you force the moans itching at your throat back. Hazel had this lustful glint in her eye as she watched your hips sputter as she knew you were so close to cumming. She could feel how much you were clenching and hear the soft ‘please’ and her name falling from your lips.
“Okay, well, I swore I heard someone else in there. Is there someone else in there?”
You almost felt bad for Mrs. Callahan as you were getting finger-fucked by her daughter while she was just on the other side of the door. Almost.
Okay, you didn’t give a fuck.
“Yeah, a friend. She’s helping me study for Mr.G’s final exam.” Hazel borderline shouts back before leaning down to kiss at the underside of your jaw.
“You’re doing so good for me. You’re gonna cum, pretty girl?” You nod, eyes watering from how good she felt and not trusting yourself to speak at the moment. You were whispering and begging for her to make you cum, the build-up becoming overwhelming.
“Did you guys want anything to eat? I can go and get some pizza?”
“Yeah, mom. Sounds good. Pepperoni is great. Okay, love you. Bye.” Hazel rushes out her words.
You reach your hand down to rub at your sensitive clit as Hazel pumps her fingers harder. Hazel moves your hand away to replace your hand with her own, wanting to make you cum on her own. You let out a shaky moan, a string of ‘please’ leaving your lips.
Your hand reaches down in between your legs to grip onto her wrists, trying to push her hands away from the overstimulation. Your back arches and chases the feeling over how hard you were cumming. Your thighs tried to clamp her hands still but she didn’t stop whatsoever, wanting your cum to lather her fingers.
“Haze, please, please. Fuck, right there.” You beg through dry sobs, cumming quicker than you could comprehend.
Your head went numb and your body went weak as shivers ran down your spine. Hazel watched as your hips eagerly chased the high, stuttering as you were slowly coming down from the orgasm.
“There you go, baby. Just breathe. You did so good. So, so good, yeah.” Hazel leaned down to kiss your soft lower stomach, slowly removing her fingers from your cunt.
Hazel refrained from groaning at the sight of your climax dripping out and lathering her fingers and rings. Her main focus was taking care of you right now.
“I need a nap,” you huffed as you raised an arm to cover your forehead.
Hazel chuckled softly, leaning down to place sweet and gentle kisses to your cheeks and then lips. “How about you pee for now and then we could take a nap? I don’t want you to get a UTI or something.”
You nod, agreeing with her. You take a deep breath in and out as you sit up slowly. Hazel watched you carefully as she continued to caress your sides and thighs.
“You have a private bathroom right?” You wonder as you stare at the door you entered from.
If Hazel’s mom was still home, you couldn’t fathom having to interact with her after what had just happened in this room.
“Yeah, it's right next to the closet over there.” Hazel jerked her head to a door that looked identical to the entrance to her room.
You nod as you should’ve seen that earlier. A sudden silence fell over the two of you; almost tense. Do you kiss her? Do you hug her? Do you ‘thank her’? No, thanking her would be so fucking weird.
Just get up and pee, you freak, jesus.
Hazel watched you move your straps back onto your shoulders and covered your tits that she wished she had spent more time on. You get up from the bed, turning your head to flash her a gentle smile, muttering that you would be right back.
“I’ll be here.” Hazel grins, pointing to her bed.
You open the bathroom door with a soft blush, shutting the door behind you. You locked eyes with your reflection and raised a hand to cover your mouth in shock. Your mascara was smudged under your eyes and your lips were a bit puffy and red. And god, your hair was a mess.
You looked fucked out.
You were fucked out.
A part of you wanted to take a photo and send it to Isabel to show her it worked a lot better than you thought it would go. You shook your head and quickly used the bathroom, washing your hands. You dry them off on a towel, trying to keep your composure from flashes of what had just happened.
You adjust the skirt and top to your dress, wiping underneath your eyes to smoothen out the black mascara. You swing open the door to see Hazel sitting on her bed on her phone. She looked up as she noticed the bathroom light turn off and how you were standing silently to yourself.
“Hey, are you feeling okay?” She turned her phone off and tossed it to the side, her eyes trailing up and down your body.
“Mhmm. Yeah, just tired, honestly,” you reassure her as you sit down next to her on the mattress.
“Do you want to take that nap now?” Hazel smiled kindly, turning her head to look at the head pillows.
You couldn’t help but smile at her too. Why did she have to be so attentive? Not that you were complaining but god, you couldn’t believe she was even real.
“Maybe not nap but I wanna lay with you, if that’s okay?” Your tone was hesitant as you didn’t know what you guys were going to be after this.
“Like cuddle?” Hazel’s tone was hopeful and kind.
You nod and the next thing you know, Hazel is holding you close with your legs intertwined. One of your hands was on her chest, twiddling with her necklaces while Hazel’s hands were rubbing up and down your back. In the midst of the domestic silence, you pressed gentle kisses onto her neck and she reciprocated the pecks onto your temple.
You could stay here forever.
“Hey Haze?” You murmur onto her skin, watching goosebumps rise to her skin.
Hazel hummed in response.
“Are we, like, dating now?” You avoid looking her in the eye, anxiety clouding your thoughts.
“I have to take you on an actual date but yeah, I want to be.” Hazel shrugged her shoulders, acting cool about it but you could pick up by her tone that she was being genuine.
You purse your lips to hold back the giddy smile, snuggling further into her chest. Hazel cupped the side of your face, pressing her thumb underneath your jaw to tilt your head up and capture your lips into a gentle kiss.
After inhaling the pizza that Mrs. Callahan had bought for you guys, you impulsively decided to spend the night. You and Hazel lazily made out and whispered in the late of the night tangled in her sheets.
The next morning at school, you and Hazel walked in side by side. Your pinkies were just barely brushing against each other and you were wearing one of Hazel’s sweaters with your jeans from before you changed into your seduction dress.
Isabel was waiting by your locker to hear all the details as you refused to text her last night after what had happened. She was talking to Josie, smiling as she listened attentively to whatever her girlfriend was telling her about.
You look at Hazel with a soft smile as you approach Isabel and Josie.
“Ignore how they will act when she sees us together,” you warn Hazel quietly.
Hazel nods, making eye contact with Josie who was already sporting a knowing grin. You deeply inhale as you stop in front of the couple.
“Morning guys.” You politely say, sending Isabel a warning glare.
Her eyes were locked on Hazel behind you, a smile forming on her freckled face. Josie and Isabel both mutter ‘mornings’ back, eyes never leaving Hazel who just stared back with a tight-lipped grin.
“So, you two are coming to school together? How exciting.” Josie bit her lip cheekily as she rocked side to side, the smile never leaving her face.
“Well, you know, I hate polluting the air so saving the environment by just riding together,” you turn around to face Josie, tilting your head with a smile.
Isabel nodded. “Right, so how was that study session guys?”
You and Hazel locked eyes with flushed cheeks as you could still feel her lips on your body. She left a permanent mark on your psyche. Hazel looked down with a smirk, shrugging her shoulders to play it off as if it was a minor occurrence.
“Actually, it was very informative. Exploring lots of new things about women,” Hazel glanced over at you then at Josie and Isabel with a confident grin.
Your eyes widened for a moment, nodding along to her words. You glance at Hazel, wanting to kick her in the shin but you just continue to add on the conversation.
“Yup. Ladies learning about ladies. I love feminism.” You give them a thumbs up.
Isabel’s eyes squinted as she glanced between you and Hazel. Before she could add on another comment that would make you feel even more tense, the bell rang for your first period.
“Shit, I gotta go. I forgot my first period is on the other side of the school.” Hazel rushed out, tightening and adjusting her grip on her bag.
“Oh, I’ll see you later, okay?” You turn to her with a small smile.
You tried not to sound too clingy as you were already missing her presence. Hazel reciprocated the smile before leaning in to connect your lips into a soft kiss. You close your eyes and almost forget where you guys were until you heard a soft ‘oh my god’ that came from Josie.
“Try not to miss me too much, baby,” she mutters against your lips.
You nod, feeling like your brain was short-circuiting. When Hazel pulled away, she turned to the other pair, raising a hand to wave them bye.
“I’ll see you guys.” Hazel walks away with a confident pep in her step as she rounds the corner of the hallway.
Yeah, you were done for. Thank God for Mr.G’s class.
summary: mrs. callahan goes out of town for the weekend and your girlfriend, hazel, invites you to stay over to keep her company. why not ‘play house’ in her beautiful home that is yours for the weekend?
contains: mature language and content, established relationship, reader & hazel are a PDA couple, slight angst (hazel opens up about her feelings towards reader), heavy making out, smut including mentions of oral (r! receiving) and fingering (hazel!receiving), overwhelming amount of fluff, clingy! hazel, slight dorky! hazel, hazel kind of self deprecates :/, no y/n!
pairings: hazel callahan x fem!reader
word count: 5K
a/n: this one a bit more tame smut wise but i actually love this so much. just to let everyone know, you are free to requests on what you’d like me to write and i will try to write it as accurately to your standards as possible! enjoy!<3
Hazel didn’t really enjoy having people over to her house unless it was a last resort. Sure, sometimes friends would come over but no one really stayed the night. After her parents divorce that had caused her now strained relationship with her mom, no one was really welcomed in.
Until she met you.
Strangers that met at the fight club, to friends that would support each other no matter what, to kind girlfriends that were obsessed with one another. You were beyond ecstatic to hear that she had feelings for you. You just didn’t expect your first kiss to be in front of the entire school including staff and families of peers.
That was 6 months ago.
Now, here you were in her room, heavily making out as you ran your hands through her hair. You proudly wore one of Hazel’s button-up shirts and a pair of cotton boyshort panties, straddling her lap. Hazel had on a black sports bra and her gray sweatpants, the band of her underwear peeking out.
Her hands that had been clinging onto your waist underneath your (her) shirt began to move to the waistband of her panties. You hummed against her lips, your smile growing so much that you weren’t able to kiss properly anymore.
“Now?” You chuckled, ghosting your lips over hers.
“Mmm, if you want. I could just finger you real quick.” Hazel grinned, her thumbs rubbing against the soft skin of your lower stomach.
You pretend to think before shaking your head. It was already 7:00pm on a Thursday and you knew you were going to get scolded by your parents if you weren’t home in time.
“Haze, it’s a school night,” you pulled away from her addicting lips, a hand landing on her flushed chest. “I gotta head home.”
Hazel sighed, moving a hand to your naked thigh. She rested one arm behind her head, draping it on the headboard.
“Yeah, I know.” Hazel dramatically sighed, giving your thigh a quick squeeze. “Get your pants on.”
“Don’t act like you don’t like it when I don’t have pants on,” you roll your eyes, leaning down to peck her lips.
You throw your legs over her lap to sit down on the mattress. Hazel sits still on the bed, seeming to watch your every move. The soft hum of the TV in her room played a random movie that you both weren’t even sure what the plot was as you grabbed your comfy everyday jeans from the ground.
“Hey, my mom is going out of town for— I don’t fucking know, to be honest, but I know she won’t be here this weekend. Do you wanna stay here to keep me company?” Hazel spoke up as you stepped into your pants, shimmying them up your plush thighs to hug your waist.
You slowly smile as she continues to stare patiently at you, waiting for an answer. The question makes your heart grow tenfold.
“Really?” You grin, trying to contain how excited you were.
“Yeah, it could be fun.” Hazel added with a shrug of her shoulders.
You could sense her confidence fading away as she fiddled with her rings. You make your way back over to her side of the bed, sitting down next to her hip. Her nervous fidgeting comes to a halt when you lean to kiss her lovingly.
“It could be really fun. We could… play house.” You cheekily suggested.
“Play house?” Her darling blue eyes flicker from your lips to hers.
“Like pretend we’re married or living together and being all like,” you take one of her ring-cladded hands in both of your warm palms. You hold said hand to your chest with a dramatic sigh. “Oh, my love, what’s on the menu for dinner?” You exasperate in a Transatlantic accent, mimicking a 50's film.
Hazel immediately joined in. “Well, dearest, only your favorite. Thin-crust Hawaiian pizza, of course.”
You let out a smitten laugh at how she instantly matched your energy with no hesitation. You cup the sides of her face as you lean forward to plant a passionate kiss on her lips. You didn’t want to leave her comforting presence, tugging her forward by the neck.
Hazel, out of instinct, placed her hands on your waist to pull you in closer. She wanted you close at all times. If there was any way for you two to completely and totally intertwine into one another, guaranteed she’d be the first to engage in it.
“Stay.” Hazel hummed against your lips, the grip on your waist tightening.
You shake your head with a sigh. You pull away and remove yourself from the bed. Hazel hands wouldn't remove themselves until you had to back away or else you would’ve gone down on her. She looked as inviting as ever in her black sports bra and her panting chest.
“How about you walk me to my car? Please, baby?” You grab one of her hands, hinting for her to get up.
“I’m coming.” Hazel swung her legs off the bed to stand up.
You already had your knitted beige tote bag thrown over your shoulder as you walked out of her room. Hazel followed behind you, releasing your hand to grab you by your hips to pull you back for a moment to kiss at the nape of your neck. You hum at the feeling, chuckling as you remove yourself from her grasp.
“Stop trying to seduce me into staying,” you turn around to walk backwards, pointing at her.
Hazel gasped and shook her head, placing a hand over her still exposed chest. “I can’t believe you would accuse me of such a thing, baby.”
You purse your lips and shake your head as you hold back a smile. It works every time and Hazel, being the tease she is, knows that.
“You’re ridiculous. Let’s go before I actually stay.”
After dodging every one of Hazel’s attempts to get you to stay in her house, you manage to get outside and next to the driver's seat of your old beaten down car. The warm spring air brushed past as you kissed her goodbye for the night. Hazel cupped your face with both of her palms, the coolness of her rings sending excited shivers down your spine.
“I’ll see you tomorrow in the morning, okay?” Hazel rubbed at your bottom lip as she pulled away from you.
You nod, feeling like a horny freak as all your thoughts were ‘take me right now’ and ‘I wish she would slip her finger in my mouth’. All she was doing was saying bye.
Telling you bye in her sports bra and sweats that she shamelessly stepped outside in.
“Mhmm. Goodnight, Haze.” You suck in a deep breath.
“Goodnight, babe.” Hazel smiles cheekily before pecking your cheek once more.
You unlock your car and tug onto the door handle to swing it open. Hazel stood in front of your car to make sure you got out of the driveway and onto the street safely. What kind of a girlfriend would she be if she wasn’t looking out for her girl?
The following morning at school, you and PJ were talking about your shared English class. Wanting to feel comfortable, you threw on a black cotton long-sleeve tee with a pair of blue jean overalls and your beaten down white high top converse.
“I’m going to fucking bomb this stupid essay.” PJ shook her head, placing a hand on her hips. “I have to fake a spasm and faint or lie about a family death.”
“Or just do the work, PJ. It’s a creative essay which is probably the easiest kind of essay. You already lie on a daily basis so just lie on paper.” You explained to her, rolling your eyes at her dramatics.
“Whatever. I’m gonna drop out and get myself a rich, hot sugar mama,” PJ dramatisized, causing you to chuckle. “Speaking of hot, rich sugar mama, I heard Mrs. Callahan’s going out of town.”
You hum and nod. You were about to talk about your whole plan with Hazel but you didn’t want to shove that in PJ’s face like that. About to change the subject, you hear Josie and Hazel’s voices emerging from the next hallway. You impatiently wait for her to make her way towards you, fiddling with your small silver heart locket.
Hazel spots you with PJ, her face lighting up. She held an iced coffee in hand.You feel your heart increase in size, wondering to yourself how you got so lucky. When she and Josie approach you and PJ, you instantly throw your arms around her neck to pull her into a tight hug. Hazel wrapped her free arm around your waist to reciprocate the gesture, pressing a kiss into your hair.
You pretend not to notice Hazel inhaling your signature perfume that she wanted to douse herself in from head to toe just so that she could feel your presence no matter where you both were.
“Good morning, baby,” she hummed, a slight morning rasp to her voice.
You cannot get this turned on this early in the morning.
“Good morning,” you pull away to peck her lips. “You brought me coffee?”
“Yeah, I remember you texted me this morning that you forgot to make some before school so I brought you one. Vanilla, right?” Hazel handed the hard plastic tumblr to you, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.
You take the cup from her and sip the caffeine from the straw with a sigh. You groan at the taste and decide that Hazel makes the best iced coffee you’ve ever tasted in your entire life. Maybe it's biased, maybe it's not.
“I could—“
“Yeah, I’d rather not hear this conversation right now. My breakfast burrito is on its way up and will hit the ground soon if you continue that sentence.” PJ interrupted your words.
You felt embarrassed that you had completely blocked out the presence of Josie and PJ as soon as Hazel entered your eyeline.
“Weren’t you busy planning to fake a medical emergency?” You quip at PJ, an arm on your girlfriend's shoulder as she kept an arm around your waist.
“Yeah, yeah, we get it. You guys want alone time to mentally bang each other.” PJ sighed, grabbing onto Josie’s arm to tug her away from you and Hazel. “I’ll be copying you today in English then.”
You and Hazel waved and said your goodbyes to the pair. They were making crude motions of fucking and kissing noises causing you to bury your face into Hazel’s neck to hide your laughter. Hazel’s grip tightens on you as they disappear behind the wall, still making moaning noises.
“You know, that’s actually pretty accurate,” Hazel nods with her bottom lip jutted out slightly as she listens to the lewd moaning.
You gasp and very lightly shove her shoulder, whispering in her ear, “you’re no better. Shut up.”
Hazel shrugs her shoulders but formed a smile nonetheless as she pulled back to look at your outfit. She grabbed your hand that wasn’t gripping onto the iced coffee and held it up in the air. You knew what to do, turning to give her a full 360 of the outfit.
“You’re adorable, baby.” Hazel couldn’t fight the adoration in her voice as she met your eyes seeing how much you beamed at the compliment.
Hazel would give anything to keep that smile on your face forever.
“Thank you. You look amazing and perfect as always,” you roll your eyes playfully as if it annoyed you that she had natural good-looks.
Sometimes it did, in all honesty. Hazel had on white tee that had a medium size bar code in the front with a black blazer vest over it with a light wash of blue jeans. She made everything and anything look good.
Hazel’s cheeks flushed a bit at the reciprocated compliment and pulled you into a soft kiss, tasting the bitterness of the coffee on your lips with a. mixture of your minty chapstick. A weird yet familiar combo she was used to and grew to love.
At the end of the day, you rushed to your home to grab your weekend backpack for Hazel’s house that contained lazy lounging and pj material, a bit of lingerie just for Hazel to see you walk around in, and hair and make up products. After stopping to talk to your parents about being responsible — you knew this was referring to all the sex you knew you were going to be having — and respectful of Mrs. Callahan's home.
With two kisses on the cheek to your parents, you drove to Hazel’s house with excitement flooding through your veins. You were greeted by Hazel in a cozy pair of sweat-shorts and white ankle socks with a white ribbed tank top and deep blue sports bra.
“Hi, baby,” you grin as you throw your arms around her neck to kiss her softly.
Hazel didn’t hesitate to kiss you back with even more passion, rubbing up and down your sides. Mid-kiss, she slipped one hand underneath the strap of the backpack and began to tug it off. You remove one arm to let her remove it from your shoulder before continuing to french you.
“C’mon, pretty girl. I already have the whole evening planned.” Hazel’s nose brushed past yours as she pulled away to kiss at your jaw once.
Hazel gripped onto your travel backpack and opened the door all the way to allow you to step in. You walked in with a pep in your step, grinning from ear to ear. Hazel lingered behind you to watch how happy you seemed to be in her house. She admired the way you always seemed to examine every surface in the grand hallways like you’d never been there before.
Scurrying to put your bag in her room, Hazel grabbed her planner notebook from her desk and went back to the living room to where you were tracing the outlines of the photos of Hazel from childhood to recent. You pulled your phone out of your pocket to snap photos of a few as Hazel would never let you take a peak at them.
“No,” she whined as she approached you, planner in hand, “those are the worst photos of me.”
You quickly tucked your phone away as you shook your head. “I think you were an adorable kid.”
“I had a fuck-ass bob and little librarian glasses.” Hazel deadpanned with a grimace.
Yeah, it was true but you thought it was the most adorable thing. Again, you might be biased as you were painfully in love with her.
“Well, I think it's cute,” your eyes drop to the planner and glance at Hazel’s still grimacing face as she looks at her childhood photos. “Now, what does my sweet girlfriend have planned?”
Hazel nodded, muttering ‘oh, right’ before flipping through the lined pages. You leaned your head on her shoulder, eyes glancing at the scribbles of her handwriting. She finally landed on a page that had bullet points that filled almost the entire page.
“So, first, I think we should plan dinner because I have no fucking clue what to eat and then second, we can watch a movie and make out and third—“
You cut her off with a chuckle as you read the words next. “If it escalates, we fuck on the couch and then take a hot bath together.”
“What? Is that not okay?” Hazel’s brows set into a concerned furrow, her hands gripping onto the notebook worriedly.
You were quick to peck her lips with a shake of your head.
“No, that’s perfect but Haze?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s definitely escalating.” Your eyes flicker to her lips then to her eyes with a flirty smile.
Hazel nodded and kissed you softly. “I was hoping but of course, I never wanna force you, babe.”
“Ugh, consent is so sexy,” you dramatically groan as you place a light kiss onto her shoulder, wrapping both of her arms around one of hers.
Hazel lets out a soft chuckle at your words before resting her head back onto yours as she reads you the rest of her plans that she had for the two of you this weekend. You both decided on a creamy tomato basil pasta. You put on a random playlist from the speakers in the kitchen as you and Hazel began to cook dinner.
You hum the words to Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac, nodding along to the upbeat song. Hazel does the same as she looks up how to make the soup. The recipe was pretty simple so you had hoped that your minimal cooking skills wouldn’t fuck this up.
As you put down the pot to boil the water for the penne pasta, Hazel wrapped her arms around your waist and set her chin on your shoulder with a sigh.
“I really like it when you’re here,” she hummed, pressing a soft kiss onto your clothed shoulder.
“In the kitchen? Wow. This is pushing us back decades, Haze.” You joke before kissing the side of her head.
“No, you know what I mean,” she removed her head from your shoulder to turn you around in her grasp.
“I do. I like being here too.” You take her hands into yours.
Hazel seemed to relax once you said that and you kissed her lips once more. Feeling like you needed to change the subject, you began to lip-sync to the words now.
“Come on, baby” you sing to her, raising your eyebrows in encouragement for her to do the same, “we better make a start.”
“You better make it soon before you break my heart.” Hazel began to sing back with a small smile, her grip tightening in yours.
The two of you continue to dance around the kitchen as you sing the words to each other, meaning them with your entire being. For a moment, everything began to fade to gray and you two were in the brightest color.
After dancing around and sharing gentle kisses, you actually got to cooking. It went by smoothly after that; devouring the homemade dinner and talking about spring break that was coming up. With full bellies, you snuggled into Hazel’s side on the large white couch with heavy eyes from the amount of carbs you consumed.
An old movie from the 60’s played on the TV, not really paying attention to the plot whatsoever. You were tracing the veins that were popping out of the back of one of Hazel’s hands as her free one was tracing your spine through the fabric of your long sleeve.
“You have attractive hands,” you say softly, smiling to yourself.
Hazel tore her eyes away from the movie to look down at what you were doing. She sucks in a deep breath as she knows exactly what you’re trying to subtly hint at.
Emphasis on trying. She knows you well enough to know when you’re in the mood.
“Oh yeah?” Hazel hums, flexes her hand that you were tracing.
You nod mindlessly, looking up at her and tilting your head with those seductive eyes that got you pretty much whatever you wanted from her. Hazel moved the hand that was on your back to use her pointer finger and thumb to tilt your head up to capture your lips onto hers. You kiss back with much more passion and want that she gave you at first.
Hazel pulled back to grab you by the hips and tugs you onto her lap. You straddle her without hesitation and eagerly press your lips to hers, teeth hitting at times but you were too horny to care. Her hands grip onto your ass through the denim as your hands glide up into her rocker hair.
“You did so good with dinner, baby,” you hear her whisper into your ear.
You sigh to yourself at her words, feeling her hands unclasping the front of your overalls. You help her by inching off her lap to stand and shimmy out of the overalls to leave you in the long sleeve and your regular cheeky cotton panties. They were pink with black polka dots.
Hazel ran her hands over your waist to the sides of your ass as you stood in front of her. She smiled for a moment before tugging you back onto her lap. You felt heat prickling from your underarms. You grabbed the ends of your long sleeve and lifted it up and off your body. Hazel kept her hands on your waist, fingertips ghosting past your ribs.
“My pretty girl must be so tired from working so hard on dinner, yeah?” Her tone was breathy and her hands couldn’t remove themselves from your skin.
You just nod, wanting to feel her hands everywhere all at once. Hazel’s words made your head feel dizzy and light.
“You did a lot too, baby,” you reached for her hands to intertwine them with yours.
Hazel gives your hands a squeeze, staring up at you with desire. You lift your intertwined hands and press them into the soft plush of the couch. Her brows raised at the force, not completely hating her position right now.
Your chest was rising and falling slowly as you tried to calm yourself down. You had each other for the weekend. There was no rush.
“I wanna take care of you. Please?” You offer as Hazel, as much as you loved her mouth and fingers, never really let you get her off often.
But, this time, she seemed to agree quite quickly to it. You watch as she nods, rolling her bottom lip in between her teeth.
“Whatever my girl wants.” Hazel pressing her lips to yours but you pull away at her words.
“Do you want me to?” You would never want Hazel to feel forced into doing things just because you were dating. If she wasn’t comfortable you wanted her to tell you that.
“Baby—“
“Haze, I’m serious. Do you want me to?” You look into her eyes, your wave of arousal leaning your system to make sure she is at ease. You release your hands from hers to cup her face, a thumb rubbing at her sharp cheekbones.
Hazel opens her mouth before sighing. “I-I do but I feel like you feel like you have to.”
You frown at her words. Did you give off that impression? You never wanted to. You just love to make your girlfriend feel good; sexually and nonsexually.
“I don’t feel like I have to, Haze. I want to, like, constantly but I never want to pressure you. It doesn’t feel like an obligation to me, okay?” You lean forward to peck her lips once, smiling at her kindly. “I have a super hot and amazing girlfriend that I want to cum on my fingers. Bare minimum from me, honestly.”
This cracks a grin onto her face, her smile lines revealing themselves to you. This eases your conscience.
“Alright, alright, I know. You care about me.” Hazel shakes her head as if it's so ridiculous.
“I do.” Your sheepish smile causes hers to increase, turning her head in your hands to press a kiss onto your palm.
The two of you fall back into the comfortable rhythm of making out after that brief moment of sincerity. Your hands were resting on her lower abdomen, inching the material upwards to reveal her lightly toned skin. She tensed her stomach at the feeling of your hands making their way down to the waistband of her shorts.
You pull away to watch your movements, eyes flickering to Hazel’s face to make sure she was enjoying herself. She seemed more nervous than anything.
“Haze, baby, take a deep breath for me, okay?” You place a kiss to her blushed cheeks between each reassuring phrase. “Need you to relax. It’s okay.”
Hazel did as you told, closing her eyes to take in your touch and kisses to calm down. Your fingers tuck themselves underneath the waistband of both her sweat shorts and underwear. You tugged them which caused her to lift her hips to expose her bottom half to you.
Your hands massage at her hips before lightly tracing the skin right above her crotch. Her eyes watched you carefully, mouth falling open as she waited for you to do anything.
“So pretty, baby,” you hum at the sight of her cunt.
You scoot further down Hazel’s now naked thighs to motion for her to open her legs open. She compiled without hesitation, one hand rested at your hip and the other was above her head on the headrest of the couch. You trace a finger through her slick folds, humming at how warm and wet she was.
You slip one finger into Hazel, watching her hips grind down to follow the curl of your middle finger. She pants at the feeling of you picking up your pace, rubbing her thumb at your hip. You lean down to press soft kisses to her chest area to the underside of her jaw.
“Honey,” she pants, a desperate whine to her words, “just like that. Fuck, its so good.”
Your ego was in the clouds and you now understood why Hazel was such a tease when she went down on you or fingered you. It felt like the highest of compliments to have her this way; how your touch could make her like this.
You grin against her skin, placing a kiss at the nape of her neck.
“Yeah?” You pull back to watch her fully, taking in the sight and mentally storing it.
Hazel nodded quickly, eyes fluttering shut as you slipped in your ring finger. Her pants speed up as do her hips, the hand that was on your own naked hip tightening its grip. You weresure the rings had made intentions into your skin.
You pick up the pace of your arm, your forearm to your elbow slightly burning. You could feel her clamping down on your fingers as she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Hazel gripped onto your wrist with a soft moan.
“There you go, baby,” you nod, continuing to fuck her at the same pace as you felt her hips stutter and her moans increase in volume.
You involuntary let out a faint moan at the sight of her cum dripping from her, landing on the white couch. You mutter a soft ‘shit’ as you attempt to keep it from spreading but it was inevitable.
“Haze, babe, it got on the couch,” you tried to hold back your giggles but they escaped as she began to laugh as well.
“I don’t give a fuck, truthfully. Fuck, that was so good,” she grabbed the back of your neck to pull you into a hungry kiss.
After the two of you had calmed down, you got up to grab Hazel some water and washed your hands. There, thankfully, was not too big of a stain. Hazel reassured you that she would try and remove it before her mom came back.
The rest of the night was tame and calm, the both of you in a state of bliss that you wanted to last forever. Hazel kept her promise about that warm bath. She did the whole package with candles being the only light source and bubbles filling the tub. The hot bath and Hazel’s gentle touch put you to sleep almost immediately.
The next day was pure perfection. You had the pleasure to wake up to Hazel in between your legs. After making you cum first thing in the morning, the two make breakfast together while singing remastered versions of songs from The Smiths and early 2000’s music. It was a lazy day and that’s completely okay with you.
It wasn’t until the late of the night when Hazel’s mood seemed to shift. The two of you laid side by side; you in the comfort of her sweater and a pair of your boyshort underwear and Hazel in a sleeping tee with only underwear as well.
Hazel’s fingers were brushing your hair out of your face, her eyes bouncing from the baby hairs in your hairline to the minuscule scar on your lip from picking at a pimple. Your face was bare except for your nightly moisturizer. She was in disbelief of the natural beauty you held.
“I can’t believe you’re with me sometimes,” her voice is a delicate whisper.
Your brows set in a furrow at her words. “What?”
“Sometimes when I’m looking at you like this,” Hazel sucks in a deep breath, “I remember why I’m so in love with you all over again. I haven't felt this loved in a long time.”
You freeze at the word ‘love’. You’ve said it before many times to Hazel; you said it within the first two months but now, it felt so raw and real. You knew that after her mom and dads divorce last year, it hasn’t been easy for her.
“You deserve it more than anything, Haze. You have such a kind and sweet heart. I’m just trying to catch up with how much of an amazing girlfriend you are,” you gently peck her nose to move your hand to cup her face.
“I’m starting to realize that now. Having a beautiful and hot and sexy and perfect girlfriend really helps.” Hazel grinned playfully, a hand holding your wrist.
You couldn’t believe how lucky you had gotten with her. This love had so many feelings wrapped into one word and you didn’t want it any other way.
“That’s so funny because I actually have a girlfriend with those exact same qualities,” you remark before smashing your lips together.
Hazel pulls away to bite at your clothed shoulder with a chuckle. You shriek and push her face away from your freshly washed skin. You could get used to playing house with her if it meant this everyday.
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(Ok I know some of you don't believe this theory but I highly suggest you give this a quick read anyway. I tried to make it short and easy and I'll be going chronologically, from s1 all through s2)
- First, let's get this out of the way, Lucifer and Satan aren't neccesarilly the same person. Even in the show the devil that appeared in s1 has only ever been reffered to as Satan, not even once as Lucifer.
- In the bible Lucifer was the one to tempt Eve with the apple, and who do we know that does that in the show. Crowley is literally THE snake from Eden.
- An obvious one perhaps, but the red hair is also a giveaway
- In the bible Jesus was tempted by the devil for 30 days, in the show Crowley says "I showed him all the kingdoms of the world", so that's another role Lucifer has that Crowley had in the show
- It's well known (even mentioned in the Sandman) that Lucifer was the most beautiful of all angels, and our demon is played by no other than David Tennant
Now on to season 2 because there's a LOT to unpack here
- He litterally started the engine of the universe which was one of Lucifers roles
- He's the first to say "let there be light", which is pretty fucking huge since that is Gods line
- "I worked closely with upstairs on it" even in the first scene they're telling us Crowley is an angel of very very high rank
- He fell for asking questions, which is litterally what Lucifer fell for, for questioning God. This in and of itself should be a pretty big indicator. "I only ever asked questions"
- Shax: "a miracle of enourmous power only the mightiest of archangels can perform"
Crowley: "How do you know I didn't do it"
And Shax just... doesn't counter that. She looks even skeptical, as if it COULD be a possibility, unlike Uriel who says to Aziraphale don't excpect us to believe you did it. Shax litterally doesn't shut the option down which confirms Crowley has the power not only of an archangel but of the mightiest kind
- In the bookshop with Gabriel/Jim he says "I don't remember. It [gravity] seemed like a good idea when we were all talking about it"
- "You're welcome to come in, you might even spot an archangel" don't tell me this was Crowley just egging Shax on and not being sneaky
- The fact that he could sense the demons coming. "Somethings wrong""It's coming in waves", when Aziraphale couldn't. It could be a demon thing but we saw Sandalphon, an archangel of lower rank, in the first season mention "something smells evil" so obviously angels can sense demons too, they just have to be powerful enough. And keep in mind Sandalphon was already in the book shop for quite some time, Crowley sensed them even before they had arrived (he also sensed the hell hound who was some fucking miles away)
- The.fucking.folder. "You have to be a throne or dominion above" and this dude opens these clasified documents like it's nothing. If this isn't an indicator of his high position as an angel I don't know what is.
- He's worked with Saraqael, another very high ranking angel
- "I'm the only first order archangel in the room"... and the camera imediately pans to Crowley, and for anyone who's read the book and watched the show you know that rarely anything is coincidental
- When the Metatron says they can't lose another prince of heaven. This... this fucking line. So it's relatively well known that Gabriel and Lucifer are brothers, and if Gabriel is one of the princes of heaven I wonder who the other one could be. "Two princes of heaven". And the Metatrons words were very careful, he doesn't say lost as in heaven can't find him, he says it in the context that they won't be sending Gabriel to hell since they won't lose another prince to downstairs
- In the bookshop when no one can identify the Metatron he turns to Crowley who imediately recognises him. Now you have this dude, who's literally on top of the angel hierarchy and is responsible for running heaven and the connection to God themself, surrounded by archangels and a principality you spoke to face to face with just a few years ago and... none of them can tell who you are, the only one who does is the literal demon. That tells us that Crowley has not only seen him in this form, but has probably worked with the Metaron himself personally. "Always asking damn fool questions", 10 million angels and he remembers what this one particular angel was like 6000 years ago
- Crowley is also very reluctant to reveal his identity as an angel. Now if he were just an ordinary angel of no real significance he wouldn't have a problem revealing his name, but... if his name was one that's the literal representation of all evil in this world, then it is understandable he keeps it a secret, in fear he might scare Aziraphale away
- And I wanted to leave the best for last. So you remember in the book when Crowley has to sign his name to start Armaggedon, and Hastur tells him "no, your real name" after which he reluctantly writes it. Now in the book we never see him write anything, but in the show we see him write a sygil, something that looks very mich like an L. An L... A FUCKING L. And now I wonder how this theory didn't come up sooner.
(Also he can fucking stop time, like dafuq)
Edit:
- "Oh looky here it's Lucifer and the guys" we all thought he was talking about someone else, he's just refferencing things other angels have said about HIM. FUCK
- I keep seing people saying Crowleys memories were wiped because he couldn't remember Saraqael and Furfur. But I think people forget, demons lie. He's lying to make them think he's not that angel they worked with, that he's not Lucifer. (In season 1 we hear him a few times refferencing his life as an angel, so he does remember most of it)
- Also saying if the Raphael theory were true then as showrunners they would have mentioned him somewhere for those not that familiar with the bible (or don't read much fanfiction). The refferences for Crowleys past are so so vague that it would be too sudden and confusing if he were Raphael. But there is one name that everyone is familiar with, no matter who you are how old you are or where you're from, a name that needs no introduction.
Edit 2:
- Back to him being the most beautiful angel, I don't think it was ever quite explained how every single demon when they're in hell looks... awful, but Crowley doesn't. Beelzebub has the spores all over their face, Hastur the maggots and the sh-, Dagon the scales etc. But Crowley doesn't, not even when he's in hell, he's always just so, well, pretty.
- I saw a few people asking about how Lucifer started the rebellion and Crowley wouldn't do that. I think it's the same Crowley who wouldn't get stuck in traffic after creating the M25, or the same Crowley that wanted to call Aziraphale after bringing down the entire London network, "you told them you invented the spanish inquisition, and started the second world war""so the humans beat me to it that's not my fault", "so all this is your demonic work?""no, the humans thought it up themselves nothing to do with me"
- Also I think Satan's in charge of hell not Crowley the same way the Metatron's in charge of heaven and not Gabriel (and who can very easily demote angels if he so wishes)
eddie’s favorite story to tell about steve? the time he heard the first two notes of apple bottom jeans at a club and whipped around so fast to try and find robin that he pulled a muscle in his neck
I will never not be OBSESSED with the Famous trope + Found Family trope with the Party 😭 The headlines would be so chaotic? Like:
Famous Rockstar Eddie Munson is seen eating lunch with two time Pulitzer winner Nancy Wheeler, Highest Paid Photographer Jonathan Byers and Successful Entrepreneur Argyle Alvez. How does he know these people???
Three time Grammy Winner Eddie Munson seen in a McDonald's with World Renowned Astronaut Dustin Henderson and New York Times Best Seller Will Byers-Wheeler and Mike Byers-Wheeler. What the actual fuck???
Eddie Munson, seen in a Chicago Bulls game looking confused as hell, mere seconds after finding out his second album just went Multi-platinum, with his husband, Steve Munson. Also seen in pictures, Eddie Munson hugging point guard Lucas Sinclair and his wife, Max Sinclair. How???
MSG Sold Out Performer Eddie Munson seen in Chicago Medical Center with World Renowned Surgeon Dr. Erica Sinclair. Our insiders say that the rockstar is FINE and was only having lunch with the doctor. What in the multiverse is happening???
Eddie Munson and his husband seen in line at the book signing of rising Linguistics Author Robin Buckley. They ended up laughing so hard when they reached the author, they almost got kicked out. Turns out they all knew each other???
Rock Star Eddie Munson bringing packed lunch in pajamas to a small Chicago preschool where husband, Steve Munson and known friend, Jane Hopper works. Why??? How??? What???
Third most followed person on Instagram Eddie Munson, just broke the internet by posting a group picture with Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers, Argyle Alvez, Dustin Henderson, Lucas, Max and Erica Sinclair, Mike and Will Byers-Wheeler, his husband Steve Munson and family friend Jane Hopper. HOW DO THEY ALL KNOW EACH OTHER?! WHAT A WEIRD GROUP?!
The more people speculate, the more they say shit. Like people ask them how they know each other and they all just throw out the weirdest answers.
Nancy gets asked in a press conference how she knows Rock Star Eddie Munson? Nancy answers with, "I was driving myself to California when I was 19 and I picked him up as a hitch hiker along the way. We’ve been friends since then."
Robin gets asked in a lecture how she knows the Sinclair Clan? Robin answers with, "I go way back with Dr. Erica. She once saved me from Russian Doctors trying to cut my toe nails."
Eddie goes on an interview in National TV and the host asks how he's friends with Argyle and Jon? Eddie answers with, "I got kidnapped by a killer clown when I was 17. They saved me by crushing the clown's still beating heart with their own bare hands."
Steve gets bombarded with questions online of how he knows Nancy, Robin, Jon, Argyle and even Eddie (his husband)? Steve answers with, "We were stuck in detention every Saturday when we were in senior year. We all became friends when Eddie Munson started singing Don't You (Forget About Me)."
Will and Mike gets asked in an interview about their friendship with Basketball Star, Lucas Sinclair? Will says, “Lucas once gave my dog CPR, ultimately, saving it’s life and we’ve been friends since then.” and Mike just goes, “Who???”
Erica once got asked how she knew Genius Astronaut, Dustin Henderson. Erica rolls her eyes, “That boy owes me his life. Ask him, not me.”
Dustin gets asked how he knows Eddie Munson. Dustin goes with, “Eddie once saved me from a feral army of bats and almost died. I’ve never let go of him since then.” The fans think this one might actually be true, they’ve seen the scars on Eddie, they’ve got theories and Dustin just gave them a puzzle piece.
Argyle got asked in a Business Magazine how he knows this weird, interconnected group. Argyle says, “Oh dude! Those are my life long friends! It started with a pizza van, a dead man, and a road trip to Utah. There was also a bald girl involved. In the end, the real treasure really is the friends we make along the way.”
Jonathan gets asked how he knows Eddie Munson. Jon gives the softest, sweetest smile and says, “We were in a satanic cult together.”
Jane Hopper gets asked once in public (how she knows all these famous people), someone filmed it and it went viral on Twitter. El says, verbatim, “Oh. It all started when I was kidnapped by an evil scientist who tested stuff on me like I was a lab rat. Long story short, they saved my life and they are my family.” By then people already don’t believe any of them because they all give out the most ridiculous answers. Hopper still grounds her for that even though she doesn’t live with him anymore. (Owens, who hasn't called them in 15 years, reached out with a warning).
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