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tris ᰔ₊˚⊹ multifandom writing blog ⊹₊⟡⋆ she/her

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ welcome to my garden !

ᨒ↟ hiiii i'm tris and i like writing for fun :) i use she/her pronouns and i'm sapphic. feel free to send me a message or fic request on my ask!

₊˚.༄ reqs are: ₊⊹ open! .⊹˖ please read my policies for fic requests (rules & fandoms). always looking for moots!

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hot & heavy - pt. 2/2

pt. 1 link

...in which: hazel hosts a party for the fight club in her basement, but your drunk boyfriend won't leave you alone.

...pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

...warnings: portrayal of a toxic relationship (not hazel dw), underage drinking, cursing + the f slur, cartoonish homophobia, comphet

...author's note: this is a songfic inspired by hot & heavy and christine by my queen lucy dacus!!! AAAAAAAAAA OMG for my first actual fic, im super super happy w how this came out!!!

Hazel grabs your shoulders- cool, slender hands against your anxiety-warmed skin, and stations you around a corner in her house, tucked out of sight from the doorway. “Stay here,” she mumbles, softly puffing from their sprint upstairs, “I’ll take care of it.”

True to her word, she turns on her heels to attend to the pounding on her door. You hear bits and pieces of the reverberating chatter between Hazel and the booming voice of your boyfriend. The familiar ache of fear pools in your stomach.

It washes through your veins next as guilt.

You tore this girl away from her own party to help you with your toxic boyfriend, when you shouldn’t even be with him in the first place. It’s your own fault, really. Even worse, you shouldn’t feel the way you do about her. Sure, Hazel’s a lesbian, but she’s not just gonna fall in love with every girl she knows. And you have a boyfriend. You’re straight. Hopefully.

You slide your back down the wall as the world seems to close in on itself. The conversation crescendos, then halts. The sound of a door slamming shut. The growl of an engine outside. Hazel returns to find you in a ball, and she crouches beside you. “He’s gone.” she declares with some amount of pride. Her voice coaxes your head out from between your knees. She sifts through her short brown hair, still feeling the adrenaline down to her fingertips. “What did he say?” you ask, regaining your composure.

“Let me talk to y/n. You faggots are all fucking each other down there and I'm taking her home.” your boyfriend slurred, slumped against the doorframe. Hazel puffed her chest, face hardening. “She can be wherever she wants. And I’m not letting her get in a car with you, you’re drunk off your ass.” Hazel bit out with arms crossed over her chest. The conversation ended with lots of yelling, and a promise from your boyfriend that you were going to “get it” when he sees you next.

Hazel purses her lips, eyes narrowing. She shakes her head. “Y’know what? Don’t worry about it. How’re you feeling about all this?” she sits next to you against the wall, your sides pressed together.

“I'm gonna break up with him once he's sober.” you sigh, running a hand down your face. “He can be nice… sometimes. But I’ll admit that he’s not what I had in mind.”

“And thanks for talking to him for me, even though I know it probably sucks that I had to drag you away from the party like that. You didn’t have to do it, but you did, and that means a lot to me.” You offer her a shaky smile.

Hazel swallows, something hesitant in the way she looks at you- cautious, yet so sure. “I think that I’d do… um, anything.”

The world that was crumbling around you moments ago suddenly seems to expand into widescreen.

“Hazel, you-”

“Honestly, y/n? I’d rather lose my dignity than lose you to someone who won’t make you happy.” the girl confesses, her face now reading as almost desperate. “I mean, anyone would be so lucky to have you! I know if I dated you, I would be so grateful ‘cus you’re, like, a goddess, but I’m not saying that you should date me… unless you… wanted to… ‘cus I want to…” she clears her throat as the word-vomit comes to a stop, squirming smoothing over where she was clutching onto her shirt fabric. “...but it’s fine. All good.” she finishes. Smooth.

The two of you sit there in stern silence, shoulders and knees and arms still pressed together but neither is bold enough to move away. You shuffle your sneakers. She picks at her nails and rings. Basement music pulses from the floorboards.

“I’ve never dated a girl before,” you state softly, eyes glued to your shoes, “I’ve been afraid of it ever since I realized that I do like girls. But I think with you, I don’t feel so afraid anymore. Of a lot of things, actually.”

You can feel Hazel’s wide and wild eyes on you. As always, you can’t escape them, so you submit and look over to her. “So what should we do?” she asks quietly.

“Can I kiss you?” You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

“Um- yeah. Yeah, go for it-” and you take her by the face.

Kissing Hazel Callahan is like breathing- albeit, labored breathing- but life supporting nonetheless. Her hands fumble around your elbows, then your neck, before settling securely on the cinch of your waist. As her lips ease into a steady rhythm against yours, you can’t decide if the sensation is entirely too much or not enough. You’ve kissed and been kissed time and time again, but not like this- genuine and gentle.

“You taste funny.” Hazel whispers, smiling against your lips. No doubt it’s the result of Sylvie’s mystery drink

And you feel hot in the face once again.

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yesss I love working on the fics that literally no one is waiting for!

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GUYSSSS THE REQS YOURE SENDING R SO CUTE I PROMISE I'LL GET TO THEM 😍

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gn guys ill be back on the grind tmrw 🙏 today was so silly and fun i feel like i got sm interaction even tho i just made this blog today! thank you guys!

dont know how much ill be able to write after this weekend (school is kicking my ass) so if anyone sends asks ill probs be slow getting to them :)

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hot & heavy - pt. 1/2

...in which: hazel hosts a party for the fight club in her basement, but your drunk boyfriend won't leave you alone.

...pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

...warnings: portrayal of a toxic relationship (not hazel dw), underage drinking, cursing + the f slur

...author's note: this is a songfic inspired by hot & heavy and christine by my queen lucy dacus!!! i actually rlly don't like how this one's going so far but im a completionist, so you WILL get a part 2 B)

Being here makes you feel hot in the face. Maybe it’s the drink in your hand- a dizzyingly saccharine yet bitter and metallic concoction. Sylvie mixed it up for you, and you’ve been taking cautiously minuscule sips since you received it. Maybe it’s the multitude of warm bodies in the same space as you- all the girls from fight club are here, laughing and dancing and chatting, managing to throw a rager with just their small group.

Or maybe it’s because as you sit on a couch in Hazel Callahan’s luxurious basement, your jock boyfriend happens to be drunk and alone that night, blowing up your DMs. That was your first mistake- telling him you were going to the fight club’s party tonight.

During the months you’ve been dating this guy, you’ve learned that sloppy typing is a dead giveaway of how sober he is. This fact manifests itself as he sends you: “y/n i thougt u werent gonna see those lesbins anymor” and “come over. i bet my place hasgot better drinks.” You glance at Sylvie’s alcoholic potion and grimace. Maybe he’s right about that, actually.

Hazel, tearing away from a conversation with Annie, Josie, and PJ drops herself next to you on the couch. She cranes her neck to peek at your phone. “What a meathead, huh?” she says, projecting her voice just enough over the pulsing music. Her arms are extended across the top of the couch, and her round cobalt eyes squint slightly as she smiles. When you meet her intense eye contact, you turn off your phone quickly and let it fall to your lap. “He’s drunk again,” you explain sheepishly, though you’re certain she already knows, “he’s a terrible drunk, especially when he's alone.”

The buzz from your phone signals another text from him, and you apprehensively read the notification. “cant bileve yr with them rn and ditching me for soem fagots”

“Or maybe he’s just a terrible person.” she muses with conviction. You watch as Hazel habitually twirls the silver rings on her fingers. For someone who’s allegedly “a nobody,” she sure has a way of distracting you. Gnawing on the inside of your bottom lip, you inhale and speak again, “Is it bad that I’m starting to agree?”

Hazel raises an eyebrow. “...You’re just now noticing?”

“I- I mean-” you stammer, then sigh, slumping into the couch. The side of her leg presses a little closer to yours, and your head rolls on the cushions to look at her again. Those damn blue eyes won’t leave you alone. “Not really. To be honest, I don’t know if I ever really… liked him…” you swallow. Those words have never left your lips before. “...I think I was just lonely. And he was so insistent.” Your confession is so quiet against the music you aren’t sure Hazel even heard, but she must have the ears of a bat, because she responds,

“He doesn’t deserve you.”

Before you can react to that, the consequences of your own persuasibility come back to hit you as hard as a deeply troubled girl in the fight club.

“Oh fuck,” your posture jolts back to tense verticality, stomach squirming uncomfortably as you try to force the explanation out. “Shitshitshit… he’s driving over here…” you pant.

“Hey, what?” Hazel turns her whole body to face you on the couch. “How does he have my address?” she asks, dumbfounded. You stand up, a strangled sound escaping your throat. Your free hand pushes itself into your hair and balls into a fist. “I’m so fucking stupid, I gave him my location.”

“Y/n, slow down-” Hazel stands up and grabs your wrist. This makes you pause, your eyes frantic and chest heaving like a captured animal. Her eyebrows are upturned with worry. She shakes her head slowly. “...what is he doing to you?”

That’s a loaded question and there’s no time to answer, because now your boyfriend is outside the house and you’re sprinting upstairs, Hazel trailing you.

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ masterlist

will always be updated !

𐙚 = headcanons ♬ = songfic

☼ = fluff ☾ = angst

⚡︎ = hurt / comfort ☏ = request

bottoms (2023) ...

hot & heavy pt. 1 (hazel callahan x reader) ♬☾

hot & heavy pt. 2 (hazel callahan x reader) ♬⚡︎

gravity falls ...

mabel pines wlw headcanons <3 ☼𐙚☏

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Can I get romantic hcs for Mabel wlw? Please.

ayyyy my first req tysm! im tryna get back into the swing of writing/characterizing so this might be a liiiiiiiittle bad...

ᨒ↟ mabel pines wlw headcanons <3

okay so I feel like she's kinda clingy but like,,, not to a point where it's possessive obv

for example if u were upset she'd step out of the room to give u space or js sit in comfortable silence.

however, I also I think that she has a preconceived mindset that if someones sad then they NEED to be cheered up, so u would have to communicate to her some stuff like that

but yeah I think she'd be good w boundaries as long as they're already set and explicitly stated

cus she has a habit of assuming what u need when that might not be the case

anywaysss

clingy in the sense that she's always asking to hang out and js wanting to experience everything together

organizing her closet with her one thousand sweaters in it? she's inviting you over

out walking and she sees a cute squirrel? best believe she's sending u a pic

"this ___ reminded me of u! :D"

I think she shows affection in very silly but genuine ways

like making cutesy little craft gifts for u alllllll the time

even better if u make them together then swap!

btw that's the #1 date choice for her. craft dates >>>

so gift giving is def one of her love languages that she gives, but she also does words of affirmation....

.....like I imagine her making u little notes and cards every so often

written in lots of colorful gel pens

it's not like she's writing poetry or anything fancy but just simple stuff

little compliments and observations

PLS see the vision omgg

sleepovers all. the damn. time

she paints ur nails and u braid her hair

in general she's such a sweetheart. she always makes u feel loved and appreciated and thought of. she loves very deeply, with her friends, family, and u of course! <3

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locking in w/ a hazel callahan fic rn <33 I love her sm I'm not okay

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*** i reserve the right to deny any requests i am uncomfortable with or not interested in ! but i appreciate all asks and i thank you for your consideration <3 also, since i am sapphic, i prefer writing wlw fics but i can write mlm and straight fics!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ fic request policies

i WILL accept reqs for headcanons, drabbles, songfics, au's, and possibly multi-part fits

no nsfw

no proshipping bs. no incest, pedophilia, r@pe, etc. use your judgement

nothing that romanticizes toxic / abusive relationships. obv it can be referenced or part of the plot, but i do NOT want to write anything that promotes that

sensitive/triggering topics are allowed as long as it is not romanticizing. i'll use my own judgement for this :)

no polygamy. i'm js not into that so i'm not interested in writing for it

might add more to this later on but yeah !!!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ fandoms / ships i can write for

!!! pls keep in mind that some of these fandoms i haven't interacted with in a while, so there's a chance i could mischaracterize when writing for these !

mouthwashing BUT NOT JIMMY...

riordanverse

bottoms (hazel callahan is my wife btw...)

sk8 the infinity

sally face

voltron

ouran high school host club

south park, but only aged up

homestuck beta kids (+ karkat i guess?)

over the garden wall

the cursed child

adventure time / fionna and cake

it 2017

gravity falls

(this list is also subject to change lol)