lovely
pairings . hazel callahan x reader
warnings . hazels clingy and touches readers butt like once and calls reader mamas like once 🙃
a/n . i’m sorry this isnt ethan landry but hazel is all i can think about i love mascs guys i need a girlfriend so bad,,, anyways im working on smut for hazel and sfw/nsfw hcs for connor (dbh) so if either of those r smth u guys are interested in PLS lmk 😁
the room was a calming yellow from hazel’s galaxy projector, the most prominent noises flooding her walls were the quiet whirr of said projector and the almost muted music playing from her tv. probably something by the smiths or salvia palth. hazel’s thumb rubbed soft circles into your hip, her other arm serving as a pillow for her head. you were snuggled into her body, legs intertwined as you stare up at her, tracing her features. her jawline, her nose, her cheekbones, if its on her face you’re touching it as softly as you can. you take advantage of the close proximity, taking a mental note of every freckle, blemish, mark, scar, spot, mole you can. you also take note of every wrinkle she gets when she smiles. you’re so in love.
you can feel how nervous she is, you make her so fucking nervous. your hand moves to the side of her face, cupping it and shimmying closer to her, if that was even possible. her lips part as she watches your face, eyes flickering back and forth between your eyes and lips as she lets out a soft exhale. you lean up and kiss her, propping yourself on your arm and pulling her face as close to yours as you could. it takes her a second to reciprocate the kiss, but when she does, its like kissing her for the first time again. every kiss with Hazel is like its the first over again. her hand grips onto your waist, the cold of her rings cooling down your burning skin. she slid it up your body, placing her hand on the side of your neck as you both fight to push against each other. the kiss was soft, yet passionate.
you attempt to pull away, despite hazel chasing your lips, demonstrating she never wanted the kiss to end. you peck her lips a couple times, finally opening your eyes to hers examining your features, much like you were to her a minute before. she pulls you into the warmth of her body, holding you as close as she could.
“haze, its almost 8p.m, i gotta go baby” you speak up softly, hazel tightening her grip on your lower back in response.
you look up at her pressing a kiss to her jawline. “hazel you gotta let me go, love”
she groans, loosening her hold on you. she kisses you in attempt to persuade you to stay. “i don’t want you to leave mamas” she pouts, and you almost give in. those damn eyes always get you.
“i gotta go lovely” you peck the tip of her nose, sitting up from your comfortable position. “come walk me out please?”
she nods and sits up, watching as you get off her bed to collect your things. she moves to sit at the end of the bed, staring at you put your shoes on. you walk over to her and slot your legs between hers, cupping both cheeks and lifting her head to look at you. her hands find their place, softly gripping the underside of your thighs, just under your ass.
“i love you so much hazel” you smile uncontrollably, watching as hazel’s lips pull into the beautiful smile she has.
she squeezes your thighs, pulling you closer to her as she hides her blush by looking down and hiding her face in your chest. she waits a couple seconds before looking back up at you, squeezing your thighs once again. “i love you so much more honey”
you kiss her again, her tilting her head and smiling on your lips. “lets go lover, my mom’s gonna get mad at me” you spoke once she pulled away, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
you grab her hand, hazel following behind as you both walk to her front door. she opens the door for you, spinning you around in the doorway. she pulls you in for yet another kiss, running her hands down your waist and giving your ass a soft squeeze.
“drive safe okay? can’t risk my girl getting hurt” she whispers while she gives you goodbye kisses along your jawline. you giggle, pulling away and pecking her lips.
you put your hands on her cheeks once more, softly tracing your thumbs up and down. “i’ll be so safe just for you, haze. i love you” you kiss her for the last time, turning around and heading off her porch after hazel gives you an ‘i love you too beautiful’
she watches as you get in your car and drive off, blowing her a kiss from your open driver seat window before you drive down the road.
fuck, she’s so in love with you.
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“Oh, but you see, Kazansky,” the boy looks down at him and smiles. Engulfed by the honey-gold haze of a sharp summer sun, the sweetest, most reckless thing he’s ever seen. “I am dangerous!”
And there’s something about that smile, guilelessly fluttering across his flushed face like a hummingbird taking flight, that digs into Tom’s chest like the gentlest of knives. Cleaves its way between his ribs.
Fills his heart with light.
It’s strange, how quickly it all happens. How startlingly unremarkable it really is. How Tom takes a deep breath, lets the faint wisps of warm vanilla sugar trickle down his too-dry throat, closes his eyes, and just knows: he might’ve entered this quaint house in the middle of nowhere with a firm plan in mind to destroy any chances his father had of securing a betrothal (even if that meant stooping low-enough to make a thirteen-year-old cry) but hurting Pete Mitchell in any shape or form, wouldn’t sit right with his conscience.
Knows that there’s no reason why Mrs Mitchell should be so intent on finding her son a match at such short notice, especially when he’s so young. (Especially when she doesn’t seem like one of those parents that unfortunately, aren’t all that uncommon in the Navy: who think their omega children have little value beyond the connections they can help forge via bonding and marriage.)
Recognizes dire straits when they’re staring him in the face: the thinly-veiled distress in Mrs Mitchell’s dull green eyes; the worn dress shirt that’s almost two sizes too big for Pete — that he was probably supposed to grow into several months ago, but never did; the stale scent of grief and pain that clings to even the most carefully-polished surface of their home.
Finds himself thinking that maybe, it isn’t all that strange. Maybe, he could spend the rest of his life with this boy. Finding out what makes him smile. What makes him laugh. What is his favorite dream to dream.
In the end, it all comes down to this: Sometimes, you meet a person and it feels like you’ve known them your entire life. A quiet sense of belonging settles in your bones, and you realize you’d do anything to keep them happy and secure.
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