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@cheesecakeluver / isla grace

★ MASTERLIST

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welcome to my tumblr!

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𖦹°⋆ about me

slushy enthusiast, gladiator obsessed, frank ocean, regular show fan, drake, emergency intercom, men i trust, sinjin drowning, the maria’s, proud ipod, loves history + art.

updates hopefully at least twice a week, depending on whether i have exams or not!

i do not write smut, but i do include innuendos/mild nsfw in my fics if i believe it works.

always open for requests, as i frequently get writers block, and would love to hear feedback or critiques for any of my works.

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MASTERLIST

★ a masterlist of all @cheesecakeluver / isla grace’s works on tumblr!

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HAMZAHTHEFANTASTIC (SFW)

- HEAD OVER HEELS

*˙ ̟꩜ .ᐟ When Hamzah and Martin decide to take a break and head out to their local cafe, Martin convinces the lovestruck Hamzah to ask for the barista's number after he catches him eyeing her while they vlog.

- BROTHERS BEST FRIEND

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ❜ When your brother calls you to pick him up from a house party, he forgets to mention his best friend is coming along for the ride.

- AT FIRST GLANCE

ᶻ𐰁 ࣪ °⋆ When you arrive in Toronto, after three years from home, you meet with your close friend Mandy, who has a visitor that you know, at first glance, is bound to be yours.

- THE MORNING AFTER

𐰁𖦹°⋆ When you wake up after a night out in a strangers bed, the two of you desperately try and figure out the events of that night, and how you ended up in his bed.

- I STILL GET JEALOUS

｡♪𖦹°⋆ When Hamzah, your roommate, comes home to your hookup finally leaving, he's decides to confront you about it, releasing his emotions and telling you what he feels.

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HEAD OVER HEELS

Hamzahthefantastic x reader

*˙ ̟꩜ .ᐟ When Hamzah and Martin decide to take a break and head out to their local cafe, Martin convinces the lovestruck Hamzah to ask for the barista's number after he catches him eyeing her while they vlog.

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The bells above the door jingle, alerting the baristas that another soon to be customer had entered the premises. The two men shuffled in, quickly finding a seat at the front of the cafe, by the closed window, adorned with warmly lit lights messily placed on the ledge.

The weather outside was cold, with November bringing around the chilly air and freezing temperatures. It was a stark contrast to the inside of the shop, its comfortable nature and cozy heat just adding to the aesthetic.

The men began to record as they sat down, laughter filling the air as they joked about anything, and everything. Soon enough, they opened their small menus, and called over a barista.

As she walked over, her hair moved side to side in its low ponytail. A pen discreetly sat just behind her right ear, ready to jot down orders at any second.

"How may i help you?" She spoke sweetly, her smile polite and demeanour welcoming as she looked over the men in front of her.

A silence filled the air, as one of the men stared directly at her, eyes glossy, almost entranced, while the other man looked at his accomplice, who was lost in the girls appearence.

"I'll.. uh.. have the cream cheese bacon bagel, with an iced oat milk latte" The taller, paler man said, waving a hand in front of the curly haired mans face.

He snapped out of his trance, shaking his head a little as his cheeks flushed a dark pink hue.

"I'll have an almond croissant and an americano, please" He quickly replied, eyes avoiding the baristas.

She laughed, her eyes squinting slightly.

"That should be ready in around... lets say ten minutes" She said, and hastily made her way behind the counter, grabbing cups and plates galore.

The two men were left in a slightly awkward atmosphere, the two just staring at each other.

"Hamzah, what was that?"

Hamzah sighed, his hands reaching to run through his hair. "I was pathetic. Absolutely pathetic."

Martin chuckled, earning a glare from Hamzah.

"Dude, you need to get your game in check. Even she thought that was weird."

"I know, i know.. but how? You know i'm hopeless." Hamzah muttered, staring out of the window to avoid Martins humoured expression.

“Ask for her number” Martin stated bluntly, as if it was obvious.

Hamzahs head whipped around, facing Martin with his mouth slightly agape and eyes brows furrowed.

“I can’t just ask for her number! I don’t even know her name, or.. anything about her!”

“And, if you ask for her number, you’ll find out! It’s foolproof.” Martin reassured, gesturing over to the barista, who at this point, was close to finishing their drinks.

Hamzah pondered over this, uncertain if the risk would be worth it. His eyes glancing over the barista, her warm smile, the way she swayed to the background music in the cafe, picking up their food and drink.

“Fine.”

Martins face lit up, excitement splashed across it. His friend was in need of a companion, a romantic one at that, and this might be his opportunity. Hamzah often hung out with Martin and Mandy, but deep down, it was clear he felt like a third wheel. Like he was interrupting a connection between the interlinked couple.

“She’s coming over, act natural” Martin exclaimed, noting Hamzah’s blushed complexion as the barista made her way over, their orders in her hands.

She smiled down at them, setting the places and glasses down in front, and straightening up again, dusting her apron softly.

“Is there anything else i could help you with?” She asked, innocence lacing her tone.

“Yeah, my friend really wants to know something..” Martin declared, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair, yearning for the interaction to erupt.

Hamzah sent Martin a glare from across the table. He could have given him a minute to prepare, or come up with something to say to her.

“Uh, yeah, i do have to ask.. something..” He trailed off, lost in her sparkling eyes as they glimmered in the cafes soft lighting.

“Well, that’s what i’m here for. Ask away!” She beamed at the man, who was eyeing her up.

Martin would say later on that he could see the invisible string between them from day one. He would mention the way they looked at each other had to be more than just a small cafe crush, and that from that day, he could just tell they were meant to be.

“Could i, uhm.. possibly get your..” Hamzah was turning redder and redder with each word he spoke, his fingers fidgeting in his lap, and eyes now straight down, the floor his main focus.

The girl wasn’t stupid. She knew what he wanted, and she also knew she would be more than happy to oblige. He was cute, and she liked boys that weren’t scared to take initiative, even if his friend had to give him a pep talk. She had, indeed, heard the pair talking from across the cafe, their words echoing loudly.

“Yes” She replied bluntly, a toothy grin unwillingly leaving her, as she got out her small orders notebook, and scribbled the numbers down hastily, unable to contain herself.

Hamzah seemed a little surprised that she agreed, his face slowly turning to it original colour as she handed him the torn page with the scribbled numbers, their fingers passing each other with friction.

Martin viewed the scenario, smiling unaware. He was overjoyed for Hamzah, for finally putting himself out there, and finally, getting accepted.

“I guess i’ll call you then..” Hamzah spoke, a smile breaking out on his face as the reality came to him. He had asked for her number .. and she had said yes. Without him even to finish his sentence.

“I’d liked that, a lot” The barista said, the grin on her face everlasting as the bells above the door jingled, and she was alerted to more customers.

Hamzah’s eyes dimmed slightly, aware that before they even got the chance to talk, it had been taken away from them.

The girls head spun to the door, and then back to Hamzah, their eyes locking.

“My shift ends in thirty minutes.. can you wait?” She asked, her tone not pleading, but wanting.

Hamzah was about to answer, to say yes immediately, but turned to face Martin again, not wanting to let his best friend third wheel, like he himself had all those times before. He knew the feeling, watching two people in love with eachother, being, well, inlove.

“I.. uh..” Hamzah began, but was interrupted .

“He can and he will.” Martin hastily explained, standing up and gathering his bearings whilst grinning at Hamzah the entire time.

“Mandy’s waiting for me outside, so i’ll see you back at the studio, yeah?” He asked Hamzah, throwing his jacket over his shoulders.

Hamzah was grateful that the man would do this for him, and let him experience this by himself, without the invasion of friends or family. He softly smiled at martin, giving him a quaint nod, and turning back to the barista.

“I can wait”

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authors note:

my apologies for not uploading this sooner, and for this being quite a short upload. i’ve had exams recently and have more in the future, as well as being tired from constant travelling, working and playing sports.

i hope this is enough to feed you lovely people for another little while, and i do take requests. any construction criticism or critique is greatly appreciated, and i hope you enjoy the rest of your day/night.

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always weird, never quiet.

tumblr is for the girls that always got labelled as quiet or weird

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i’m in such a bad writing slump ughh. if you even have a small trickle or sliver of a idea or thought that might be good written down, please pop it into my requests. honestly, i’ve been so drained d with exams and travelling i haven’t had an original idea in awhile.

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tw: eating disorders being promoted online

i am so, so sick of seeing these eating disorder promoters on tumblr. stop promoting this unhealthy, dangerous lifestyle to young teens. posting this stuff, saying "reminder not to eat today" or "thinspo" is ridiculous and has real effects on people. and yes, i understand the people posting these things also have problems, but that does NOT excuse their behaviour online. just because you are not confident in your own skin does not give you the right to make others feel that way. enough is enough. i haven't seen any people speak on this, and just feel the need to rant about it.

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hamzah lost his virginity young and y/n hasn’t lost it he didnt enjoy it , but when he got with y/n he wanted to experience it properly so they say they lost it together ?

Posting this because i know somebody out there would enjoy writing about this, but just letting everyone know i don’t do smut requests or smut fics. It’s just a personal thing, as i find it uncomfortable to write and i’m not talented enough to make it come across as natural.

I do include angst and mentions of nsfw content, as well as stuff that could be labelled as minor nsfw content, but i do not write about anything extreme.

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BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND

hamzahthefantastic x reader

When your brother calls you to pick him up from a house party, he forgets to mention his best friend is coming along for the ride.

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I sigh when receiving the phone call, as it had awoken me from my slumber. It was currently 2:43 am, and my completely wasted older brother was whining into the phone, desperate for me to pick him up from this random house party after his girlfriend had left without him. I knew this would happen, deep down. My brother always over drank on alcohol, then came crying to me because i'm the one with a license. Unlike that asshole, i wasn't high when doing my drivers test.

i hung up on him after telling him i'd be there in ten minutes, as i lazily slouched out of my bed and threw a hoodie on. I was only wearing shorts and the grey, slightly oversized hoodie, but if there was nobody to impress, then what did i care. I just had to hope he wasn't overly drunk, causing one of his friends to have to help him to the car.

Grabbing my keys, i quietly made my out of the house, closing the door as slowly and soundlessly as i could to avoid waking my parents, who would kill my brother if they found out he was out this late. Thankfully, my parents always preferred me over my brother, so none of the heat would ever land on me.

When in my car, i carefully pull out of the driveway, looking around at the houses around me, now empty of light at this time of night. When far enough away from my house, i allow myself to lightly play music. "3005" by Childish Gambino comes on, and i hum along to it as i gradually get closer to the house where my brother was. I just had to hope he wasn't going to be sick in my car when i picked up, or i'd kill him.

Soon enough, i take a sharp left and down a long, narrow lane, leading me to a classy, white manor, bright colourful lights and pounding music leaking out of it. I drive even closer, parking in front of it, making sure my brother would know where i was.

People filter in and out of the house, laughing, stumbling, crying, you name it. As i watched the party goers interact with their friends and lovers, part of me yearned to be invited to such gatherings, to be in a social circle as large as my brothers.

I hear a commotion, and see my brother vomiting as he escaped out of the doorway of the manor, causing me to cringe in embarassment, sinking a little lower into my car seat. Another boy, who i recognised as his best friend, Hamzah, was holding him upright, as tears streamed down his face. Jesus, he was a mess. If my parents saw him like this, he wouldn’t be allowed to leave the house.

Hamzah spots me almost instantly, his eyes squinting due to the darkness outside contrasting with the brightness inside, and i wave a gentle hand in the air, calling him over.

He does as i motion, my drunken brother in his arms as he unlocks the car door, throwing him into the backseat. I sigh in relief, thankful he hadn't seen me in my attire. It was bad enough already that my hair was messy, and not a drop of makeup graced my face.

Until, Hamzah opens the passenger door beside me, and slides in, shifting as he started to make himself comfortable. For a minute, i pause, confusion evident on my face as the boy sighed, running a finger through his dark curls, unaware of my state.

He eventually noticed my eyes on him, and turned to me, staring deep into my eyes with his warm brown ones, his cheeks flushed a dark pink.

"Did your brother not mention i'm supposed to be staying are your place?"

No he fucking didn’t.

My mouth gaped open slightly, before i shut it, realising i was making a fool of myself, in front of my brothers best friend.

It's almost a worldwide phenomenon that as a teenage girl, It's not abnormal to have a crush on at least one of your brothers friends, if not all of them. The only thing was, my crush on Hamzah hadn't faded since we were children, and now here he was, sitting dressed up in my car, slightly drunk, with my vomiting brother in the back.

I caught myself on, becoming flustered as i responded quietly.

"Uh, no... he doesn't tell me much these days." i mumbled, ripping my eyes away from his as i turned my attention back on the wheel in front of me, as he shrugged, reaching for his phone.

"It's fine though, i can stay at another friends place. Don't wanna be an inconvienience or anything" He sighed, scrolling through his contacts.

“Wait, Hamzah.. “ i interrupted, a feeling of guilt washing over me.

“Listen it’s fine. I just didn’t know, and was a little surprised.” I spoke softly, my eyes still firmly in front of me, on the wheel, as my fingers nervously tapped against the window to my side.

He buckles his seatbelt, rolling his eyes as he listens to my brother make strange gurgles and bleary whines from the backseat.

“Sorry about him being well..that drunk” He mutters, apologising.

“It’s not the first time” I joke, a small laugh escaping my lips as i start the car, the small engine shuttling.

He laughs quietly, watching my brother wriggle around as he finally becomes comfortable, and lays face down in the backseat.

“I bet it won’t be the last either” He says, smiling softly.

I settle down, my nerves calming as i allow myself to glance at him every now and then throughout the drive. Music still floods through the speakers, making the awkward silence dissipate slowly as the journey continues. Every now and then, when the right song came on, Hamzah would hum along slightly, and my heart would flutter. The only words spoken were those of my brother, and at one point, i just began to drown him out, his moans ruining the moment.

He continues to hum along to the music quietly, sneaking glances at me as my heart pounds against my chest. It was only when my brother would loudly moan and make a fool out of himself that hamzah’s gaze would be broken, his eyes drifting away to look straight ahead instead, leaving me yearning for his gaze.

Soon enough, we pull into our street, and i switch my lights off, not wanting to awaken my parents. Especially not when my brother was on the brink of vomiting again.

Slowing down, i park a couple metres away from the house, and exiting my car, closing the door ever so gently.

Hamzah unbuckled his seatbelt, turning to check on my brother, who was now drooling everywhere, making a fool out of himself.

“Jesus..” He murmur’s under his breath, opening the door quietly and carefully lifting my brother out of the backseat, holding him against his side steadily, making me wish i was the one in his arms.

i shuddered, prying my eyes off of him as i carefully unlocked and unlatched the front door, my heart stopping as it creaked a couple of times.

He grimaced as the door creaked loudly, shifting my brother’s weight to a more balanced position before stepping inside, trying to close the door as quietly as possible, and succeeding, turning around to face me.

I let out a shaky breath, locking eyes with Hamzah, and in that moment, the situation and realisation finally hitting us like bricks, we burst out laughing, covering our mouths and shaking, tears streaming down our eyes.

My eyes still on Hamzah, it was clear he couldn’t help but erupt into laughter at the situation we were in, his laugh becoming louder than it probably should’ve with it being nearly 2AM, he attempts to muffle his laughter while also struggling to hold my brother upright making me cackle even more.

Still with a cheesy grin on my face, i began to tiptoe upstairs, motioning Hamzah, with my brothers fatigued body in his arms, to follow me.

I carefully avoid the creaky steps, and make it to my brothers room, swinging the door open gently, and ushering the pair inside, my brothers eyes fluttering a little, before he becomes unconscious, drool slipping out of his mouth.

“finally” Hamzah sighs, resting my brothers sleeping body onto the bed, throwing a blanket over him, before coming to lean in the doorframe, his large stature rivalling mine, his warm eyes scanning over me.

He stretches his arms, which were now free from my brother’s weight, his biceps curling as he rested his hands on the door.

“I think we can safely say he’s passed out now”

“Oh, definitely. He’s not waking up for another.. two, three days?” i joke, a small, faint blush flooding my cheeks in the dark.

He chuckles quietly at my joke, noticing my faint blush even in the low light, turning his head to nod towards my brother.

“Oh, for sure. You could even scream in his ear and he probably won’t budge” He teases

i smile, containing my laughter. As much as it pained me to depart, i was tired, and in need of my bed.

“I’ll see you in the morning Hamzah”

He nods in response, shoving his hands into his jean pockets, and retreating into my brothers room, his eyes torn away from mine.

“Yeah, goodnight.” He replied, his eyes watching me leave the room and head down the hall to my bedroom.

As i make my way under the covers, kicking my slippers off in the process, i think back on the night, and the events of it.

Never in a million years would i have thought that maybe, just maybe, Hamzah liked me back. But tonight… something happened. Wether it was my delusions, or reality, i knew i would fall asleep soundly tonight, awaiting the morning where i could see him again.

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The light shone through my curtains, brightening my bedroom with a soft glow as the golden sun rays drifted in. As i turned in bed, memories flooded me, and i smiled to myself, knowing that in the room down the hall, my brother wasn’t the only boy.

Yawning, i stumble out of bed, stretching my arms as i grab my phone from my bedside table, and slide my slippers on, ready to head downstairs. Hunger gnawed at my stomach, and i was in need of a good breakfast, especially after being up so late last night.

I exit my room, my feet padding softly against the carpeted hallway. My heart skips a beat once i slip past the room Hamzah resides in, and i smile to myself as i hastily make my way downstairs, entering the kitchen, romantic thoughts filling my head.

Pouring the coffee, i had to wonder if Hamzah was feeling the same way i was. Did he get flustered as often as i did? Did he think of me, as much as i thought of him? Questions raced in my head, and as i add the final ice cube to my coffee, i hear footsteps behind me.

Turning, i see Hamzah, leant against the doorway, eyes scanning over me. His hands were stuffed in the pocket of a hoodie, one i assumed he must have borrowed from my brother.

“Hamzah.. didn’t expect you up this early” i spoke, my cheeks flushing as i checked the time on my phone. 6:27 AM.

He chuckled quietly at my statement, running a hand through his messy curls, trying to look somewhat presentable in front of me, causing me to smile.

“I could say the same to you” He teased

He took a step closer to me, his muscular arms being on full show as he rolled his sleeves up, veins protruding, causing me to nearly melt as i sipped my coffee, placing my phone on the kitchen counter.

He smirked slightly at how flushed i was becoming, his smirk only growing larger as i placed the phone down, my eyes darting up to look at his face.

He leaned against the kitchen counter, right beside me, looking down at me. The closer he got to me, the more he could see the slight blush that adorned my face.

“You seem a little… red” He teased, referring to my heated cheeks, making me want to curl up and disappear.

I smiled, looking away. I would not let this man get the better of me, not in my own home.

He laughed, a hearty chuckle escaping him. “You’re fine, honestly. I’m just playing with you.”

Even though, deep down inside i was feeling queasy, nervous and anxious about this interaction, something inside me calmed as he told me i was fine. It was like my body was listening to him.

My head hung low as the embarrassment and shame hit me, as i realised i was making a fool of myself in front of him. The guy i had liked ever since my brother introduced us. I turned to walk away, needing a breath of fresh air.

He grinned as i attempted to walk away, his hand quickly latching around my wrist, easily pulling me closer to him before gripping my waist, stopping me in your tracks. His chest was touching my back, trapping me between him and the kitchen counter.

“Now, now, where are you going in a rush?”

His touch felt like fire across my skin, lighting it with every hitch.

“My parents will be up soon.. and i need to hide the events of last night” i admitted, my brothers puddle of vomit lying on the floor of my kitchen, five to six metres from me and Hamzah. Other miscellaneous items from the party, such as red solo cups, and a flower chain kay discarded.

He smirked as he looked down at my figure, so close to his.

“Your parents will be up soon, yet here we are..” He muttered, his breath hot against my ear as he continued to speak in a low whisper.

“Then what can we do…” i whispered, breathlessly. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening, after all this time of dreaming, and wishing, and praying for a moment like this.

He couldn’t help but chuckle lowly, seeing how breathless i had become from his touch, his body pressed against mine and his breath on my skin. He slowly leaned down, his lips almost touching the skin of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

“There’s a lot we can do..” He whispered, his voice sultry and teasing.

“What the fuck?” a voice behind us yelled. We pull away instantly, our bodies disconnecting due to shock. Turning to see who it was, i sigh, placing my head in my hands.

Of course my brother had to ruin everything.

Hamzah chuckled lowly as he pulled away, taking in my expression as i turned to face my now awake brother, who seemed to walk in and interrupt the moment. He always had to take whatever i had, even if he didn’t want it, and he was doing the same now.

He shoved his hands back into the pockets of his hoodie, turning to look at my brother with raised eyebrows.

“Well, well, look who’s alive” He teased, gesturing to your brother.

“What are you doing with my sister?” My brother asked, his eyes brows furrowed. He better not ruin this moment for me, not for a second time.

Hamzah chuckled at the concern in my brother’s eyes but remained calm, his hands still deep in his hoodie’s pockets. I almost yearned for his hands to be around me. Around my hands. Around my waist.

“Relax, we were just having a.. conversation” He responded unbelievably, raising an eyebrow at my brother’s tone, as if challenging him. Completely dismissing the fact we were flushed and body to body.

“I can’t fucking believe you. Don’t pull this shit with my sister Hamzah. Don’t you fucking do this to me...” My brother continued, anger in his eyes as he began to step closer to Hamzah, fists clenched.

He stayed still, remaining completely calm at my brother’s sudden outburst, unmoving as my brother stepped closer to him.

“And what are you gonna do exactly?” *he teased, a glint of challenge in his eyes as he smirked.

“I’m going to fucking kill you” My brother yelled, lunging for Hamzah.

I knew i should have probably been on my brothers side. They do say blood is thicker than water. But how could i? He was preventing me from doing the one thing i had wanted since i was a little girl. He was preventing me from the one man who i had wanted since i was a little girl.

He dodged out of the way of my brother’s attack, laughing to himself as he easily avoided my brother throwing himself at him. God, he looked attractive.

“You’re gonna kill me? With what? You can barely walk in a straight line” He teased, his smirk only growing as he looked at my brother. struggling to even stay standing without support. He was a wreck, and Hamzah knew it.

He chuckled lowly, a little surprised with my brother’s behaviour, but still calm and collected.

He continued to dodge my brother, watching him stumbling around in an attempt to attack, as i stood by the counter, shocked and slightly overwhelmed at the situation in front of me.

As my brother went on another drunken attack, he took the moment to quickly sneak over to my side, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me to his side.

Quickly and gently, he pressed a kiss to my cheek before backing out of your brother’s reach again, smiling ear to ear, his face flushing dark pink, as did mine.

While it wasn’t what i had been imagining, it was still good enough to give me butterflies, as i watched my brother tell obscenities at him while chasing him with random kitchenware.

“Looks like I should be going before your dumbass brother decides to get up off the floor” He called out, still remaining a safe distance away from my still angry brother, who was furious, and a deep shade of red.

“Well.. call me!” i yelled, grinning as i watched him avoid my brothers grasp, and run out of my house, sprinting down my street as my hungover brother, wobbled behind.

He grinned as he sprinted away, turning his head around to look back at me, a playful smirk plastered across his lips, before he turned back around and continued bolting down the road with my brother still trying to catch up to him in his drunken state.

Watching the pair disappear around a corner, i sighed, content. I knew they would make up. They always did after having stupid arguments. I was aware this one would be a little different, due to the fact i was involved, but i knew it would work out in the end.

Placing my hand to my cheek, i could feel Hamzah’s lingering touch there, filling me with warmth and a sense of hope.

Hope for the future, which, could contain him.

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melting rn…

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time to speak my truth..

unpopular opinion i'm getting bored of smut they all sound the same

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THE MORNING AFTER

hamzahthefantastic x reader

‎𐰁𖦹°⋆ When you wake up after a night out in a strangers bed, the two of you desperately try and figure out the events of that night, and how you ended up in his bed.

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I stir in bed, awakening to a headache that pierces my skull. I shift in the covers lazily, snuggling into the warmth of them as cool air filtered the room.

Just as I’m near the the point of drifting back to sleep, I feel an arm drape over me. I sit upright immediately in shock, my eyes wide as they land across a dark curly haired man, who seems cosy in bed beside me. My mind begins racing, my heart beating uncontrollably fast as I stare at him, extremely confused, realising he was shirtless.

My eyes tear away from him, to the room surrounding me, and my jaw gapes wide open, as the room looking back at me wasn’t mine. The question running through my head, was how the fuck did i end up here, in this house, in this man’s bed?

Suddenly, the man in bed starts to stir, his eyes opening blearily as he wipes his curls away from his eyes, yawning softly, completely unaware.

That is, until his eyes adjust to the morning light peering through the window, and his expression becomes bewildered, stumbling out of the bed, wrapping the covers around his exposed body.

“Why are you in my bed? Who are you?” He exclaimed, his eyes widening as they scanned over me.

“I don’t know! I don’t even know who you are, or why I’m here, or.. even where the fuck I am!” I nervously ramble, my head in my hands as I avoid eye contact with him, my cheeks flushing pink.

He tilts his head as he continues to look me up and down with wide eyes, making me all the more flustered as i realised my attire, and the lack of clothes covering me.

“I was hoping that you’d be able to fill me in on what happened last night too” he asks, his breathing slowing down as he began to calm himself.

“My head is fucking killing me, and all I even vaguely remember is that one of my friends invited me to this party last night..” I recall, sitting down on the edge of his bed as I try and remember more of the previous night.

He slowly nods his head as you speak, smirking slightly as he gets a good look at you in your underwear.

“You and me both, this hangover isn’t fun”He responds, scratching the back of his head as he groans, feeling the effects of the alcohol from the night before still.

“Any more details coming back to you?”

I sigh, frustrated, until I get an idea.

“Wait, your phone. Where is it?” I ask frantically, thoughts and ideas flooding my mind.

He chuckles at my eagerness to be on his phone, clearly amused by it. He stretches to grab his phone that was charging on the beside table, handing it to me.

“There you go” he smiles, sitting down on the bed beside me, leaning back.

“Did you take any pictures last night, or post anything?” I question, giving the phone back to him so he could enter his passcode, my fingers dancing against his as I do, causing my heart rate to go up just that little bit faster.

He leaned in close to me, his muscular build now almost touching mine, grinning as he watched me fidget with my fingers as he enters the passcode. He opens up his photos, scrolling through photos and videos from the night before.

“I got a few, yeah” he mentions, scrolling through the dozens he had saved.

“Show me” i whisper, almost scared to look, just incase, as I lean closer to him, peering over his shoulder to face the small phone.

He snickers at how close I’ve gotten, obviously liking having my body practically pressed against his. He opens up one of the videos, showing a clip of me and him, clearly drunk, dancing together in the middle of the table.

I groan, running my hands through my hair as my cheeks flush bright pink, embarrassment overcoming me at my past, drunken self.

“Just.. skip to the next one” i cringe, hearing my past drunken self singing through the speaker.

He chuckles at my embarrassed state, thoroughly enjoying my reaction. He skips to the next video, where we see a video of me and him standing next to each other, and I’m clearly trying to balance myself on his much larger frame as i struggle to stand up straight.

I can faintly hear the sound of my girlish giggling over the music, making me feel like vomiting due to how much desperation leaked off of me.

He continues to scroll through the videos for a little while longer, showing us both in various compromising positions on the couch, floor, bathroom, even the kitchen. He smirks to himself as i become more flustered, before finally returning to the main camera roll.

“Well” he grinned, turning to face me, our faces merely inches apart.

“That explains a lot”

“Remind me never to go out ever again and keep myself locked up in my house forever” i groan, rubbing my eyes intensely until I begin seeing stars.

He laughs gently at my dramatic exclamation, as he reaches his hand out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear, enjoying how flustered i looked.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, trust me, we were both just as bad as each other” he sighs, leaning back again his bed once again.

A silence fills the air between us, not awkward, just comfortable as our minds race with different thoughts, and confusing conversations.

We both turn to each other, at the same time, speaking over one another.

“I don’t eve-“

“Listen I’m-“

We both pause, laughing slightly, until he motions his head towards me, and i go first.

“I don’t even know your name..” I admit, wondering if he ever told me it to begin with.

He chuckles as i admit that i don’t know his name, clearly amused by it.

“it’s Hamzah” he replies casually, before smirking.

“And what’s yours? other than the pretty girl that stumbled into my bed last night?”

Blush covers my face before I can help it, and I smile sheepishly. “It’s y/n. You’re so shameless” i laugh, slapping his arm lightly as he chuckles, his curls falling into his dark eyes.

He grins in response to my shyness, clearly enjoying my reaction to his shameless flirting.

He looks down at my arms as i slap his, taking my wrists in his hands, his fingers almost completely circling my arms.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered” he teases, knowing how to get a rise out of me at this point. How I wish I was sober enough to remember last night..

I freeze, memories from last night flooding my head as my heart begins to panic, beating faster and faster.

“I should probably, uh, leave. Get out of here, you know..” i say awkwardly, standing up from the warm spot on the bed beside him, and looking around the room for my discarded clothes, evidence of our interaction last night.

I’d never gotten this close with someone before, and certainly not a man I had met the night before. It was surreal, how easy it was to talk to him, but I knew I needed to slow down.

He watches me as i stand up from the bed, his dark eyes trailing all over my body, shamelessly appreciating the view. He lets out a light sigh, not making an effort to stop me.

“Yeah.. probably should”

He mumbles, also standing up, the sheets falling from around his waist to the floor, revealing his muscular bare torso, causing my heart to drop to my stomach, as was forced to peel my eyes away.

I grab the wrinkled clothes, throwing them on me, as I tug my shoes on. A part of me wished he wanted me to stay, but at this point, I’d felt as though I’d overstayed my welcome, and was sadly prepared to never see this man again, no matter how much I would yearn for it.

He stands there, in nothing but low hung sweatpants, watching me throw on my clothes, his muscular chest on full display, showing his broad shoulders and defined collarbone.

He notices my slightly flustered expression as i look up at him. He grins, clearly enjoying the way i was staring at him, before speaking up again.

“You really in a hurry to leave, sweetheart?”

“I’ll get out of your hair, stop bothering you. Just give me-“ i huff, struggling to get my shoe on.

These fucking converse would be the death of me.

He chuckles at my frustration, watching me struggle with putting on my shoe, still half naked as his strong arms cross over his broad chest. He watches me carefully for a moment as i struggle, before stepping forward.

“Let me help you, silly”

He grins, moving to kneel down in front of me, grabbing my foot gently and guiding it into the shoe.

I sigh, pink creeping in my cheeks as he got to his knees in front of me.

“Thank you, Hamzah.” I spoke, tasting his name on my tongue, and enjoying the way it felt.

He smiled to himself as i said his name, clearly enjoying how i sounded when i said it, evident by the expression on his face.

He finished helping me put on my shoe, gently setting my foot back down on the floor. He looked up at me from his knelt position, peering up at me with a sly grin, his face now even closer to my body than before. He slowly got up, bringing me with him, as we both stood facing each other.

“No problem” He replied, his hands finding their way to my hips, his calloused palms settling on the skin beneath my cropped shirt, as I began to feel as though I might melt under his touch.

I softly gasp, a little breathless, as his fingers dance their way further up my shirt, leaving a trail of fire as they did.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings, causing us to fly apart, my skin cooling as his touch departs.

He groans, rolling his eyes as the doorbell rings, a look of annoyance crossing his face.

“Stay here. I know who that is. I’ll be right back” He mutters.

He quickly disappears out of the room, heading for the front door.

I’m still stunned from our interaction, but I follow him, not listening to his commands. I needed to see who was at the door. Who interrupted our moment..

He strides hurriedly down the hall towards the front door, still in nothing but his low-hung sweatpants.

After opening the door, and then promptly slamming it shut, he lets out a frustrated sigh, turning to head back to his room to get a shirt, but stops in his tracks when he sees me following behind him.

“I told you to stay in my room” He says, his eyes brows furrowing as his brown eyes glance over me, my dishevelled state.

“Obviously I’m not gonna do that, be real. Whose at the door?” I question, my voice unwavering as I roll my eyes.

He rolls his eyes in response.

“It’s my stupid friend, Martin. He’s probably just here to gloat at me about getting with a girl last night too” he shakes his head, rubbing his hands over his face briefly.

Relief floods from me, whether i wanted it to or not.

He sighs as he says this, seemingly annoyed by the idea of his friend coming over just to rub another hookup in his face.

“I’ll uh, get to going then..” i mutter, avoiding his eyes as I fix my short shirt on my body awkwardly. I didn’t want to make it uncomfortable between him and his friend, and I knew I was outstaying my welcome.

The.. interaction we just had, was maybe just that. An interaction.

He stands in front of me, looking down into my eyes. He could tell that i was a mixture of frustrated and disappointed from his friend interrupting us both, and he felt the same way.

He reaches a hand up to brush my hair behind my ear, just like how he did earlier.

“I’ll walk you out” he mumbles, unlocking the door.

I let out a breathe I didn’t know I was holding, and when he swings the door open, and his friend sees us, he smirks.

He groans at the sight of his friend’s smirk, knowing exactly what his expression was for.

His friend’s eyes dart to me as he looks me up and down, clearly taking in how i was dressed in last night’s clothes.

His grin widens as he notices my flustered expression.

Hamzah grabs my wrist, his touch enlightening me, and slides us past his friend, who enters Hamzahs apartment nonchalantly, slamming the door behind him.

Any more slams, and that door would be knocked off its hinges.

His friend lets out a chuckle that’s heard through the other side of the door, as Hamzah drags me out of the apartment quickly, obviously aware that he was annoyed with his friend’s presence, and trying to get as far away from him as possible.

He keeps a firm grip on my wrist as he pulls me outside, letting out a sigh once we’re outside and away from his friend.

I sigh, looking around at the exterior of the apartment building, and recognising it. “I can walk back to my place from here..”

He pauses for a moment, letting my wrist slip from his grip. He looks down at me, his face showing he was feeling frustrated by the fact that he knew this was the end of things, and that I was about to leave.

“Are you sure? it’s kind of late. you shouldn’t walk on your own”

I smile, giggling. “It’s 11am, Hamzah.” I remind him, the daylight shining on us in the cold autumnal air.

He groans, facepalming himself at his own stupidity, causing me to let out a small chuckle, appreciating how he cared for me, however small it was, before running his hand over his face, the reality of the situation finally setting in.

He looks down at me again, his dark eyes searching mine, desperately trying to look for an excuse to keep me there longer.

The silence between us is unfathomable, and I can’t take it anymore.

“I’ll maybe see you around Hamzah.” I finally speak, breaking the tension between us, wrapping my arms around myself as I shiver, his arms not there to keep me warm anymore.

Hamzah watches me wrap my arms around myself, taking notice of the light shiver that passes through me. He sighs.

“Yeah. Maybe we’ll run into each other again sometime” He mutters bitterly, knowing it’s a lie the second the words leave his teeth.

I gently lean in, kissing him on the cheek, my warm lips on his cold face, as I smile, my heart heavy in my chest, and turn away from him, walking away.

As I take those steps, I can feel the weight of what just happened lingering in the air. It was brief, yet somehow profound, like a fleeting moment that leaves a mark.

I felt as though I had a connection with him, one that just wasn’t made too last. It was a moment, that I enjoyed, and appreciated in all its glory. But once a moment passes, you must let it move on.

I glance back, my eyes locking on his, catching a glimpse of his small, subtly sad smile, a reminder of the connection we shared, however little it was.

There's a bittersweet taste in my mouth, a mix of nostalgia and the realization that sometimes, moments are meant to be just that—moments.

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He watches you walk farther away, his mind spinning in circles. He stands there on the sidewalk, his head swimming with a concoction of thoughts and emotions.

He couldn’t figure out why he was so reluctant to let you go, why he felt his heart ache in his chest watching you walk away.

He wanted to run up to you, to grab your hand and tug you back towards him, but just as quickly as the thought appeared in his head, it vanished.

Gone, not just for now, but for forever.

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[cheesecakeluver]

I STILL GET JEALOUS

hamzahthefantastic x reader

slight nsfw warning!

｡♪𖦹°⋆ When Hamzah, your roommate, comes home to your hookup finally leaving, he's decides to confront you about it, releasing his emotions and telling you what he feels.

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As she pushed her fling out of her room, y/n waved to him, smirking. “Call me” she said, smiling as he made his way towards the door, freezing upon making eye contact with Hamzah, her roommate. She didn’t know he would be home this early, which was the main reason her fling was here.

Hamzah watched the two, pausing for a second as his eyes fixated on the half naked boy. Anger running through his body as he clenched his fists. Waiting for the man to get the hell of out his apartment so he could give y/n a piece of his mind. No. A whole damn lecture.

The man quickly made his way out the door, not before waving back to y/n with a cocky grin on his face. He quickly left once he saw Hamzah's intimidating expression, staring daggers at him.

All y/n could do was was stand in her doorway, her expression full of guilt as she shifted uncomfortably under Hamzah’s glare. She hasn't meant for him to see this. For him to see her, all flustered and messy.

Hamzah slowly walked in front of y/n, standing directly in front of her with his arms folded against his chest. There was a mix of jealousy and anger that had been building inside of him, now finally snapping. Yet, he tried to hold it together.

"So, who was he?" He spoke, trying to keep his voice at bay.

“He’s just a guy I know..” she muttered, avoiding eye contact as she fiddled with her hands, praying that this conversation would be over and done with swiftly.

Hamzah grabbed her chin, lifting her face up to look directly at him. His touch was firm and almost commanding her to look at him. "Just a guy?” He questioned, “Just a guy who left your room shirtless?” There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone now.

“Hamzah..” she muttered, pushing his hand away from her as her eyes darted up to his.

“You constantly bring girls to our apartment. What’s the deal if I bring a guy around a couple times?” She sighed, shaking her head.

Hamzah's eye twitched, a sense of irritation slowly building within him. He slowly took a step closer, forcing her to back into the wall behind her. Now mere inches away from her, his breath humid on her skin. His voice became stern. "That’s different. They never stay the night. I never go back for seconds." there was a hint of possessiveness in his tone for some reason.

“I’ve seen that.. that ‘guy’ here before. Sneaking in, staying the night, sneaking out again. I’m sick of waking up and seeing his smug face in my kitchen, eating my food, and drinking my fucking coffee.”

His body now pressed against hers, pinning her to the wall as he looked down at her. His expression hardened, yet he was internally cursing at himself for how he was acting.

“I don't know whether it's my head messing with me but he seemed a hell of a lot more than just a “guy you know" he mumbled.

“Whenever you bring your girls over, whether they stay the night or not, you make a hell of a lot of fucking noise Hamzah. Just because I bring a guy around a couple times, doesn’t excuse your actions either. I'm not the only guilty one here.” She retorted, her voice louder this time.

Hamzah gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing at her words. He hated the fact she had a point. It was a damn good one too, but he couldn’t admit that. Not right now anyway.

“It’s different.” He mumbled, repeating his response from earlier. He knew deep down it was hypocritical of him to act like this, but a part of him didn’t damn care. He was annoyed and wanted, no, needed to know more.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head at his defiance. “Hamzah, no it isn’t.” She sighed. “Stop fucking saying that, when you know it isn’t true”

With him still pressed against her, he pushed a knee to part her legs. Slowly bringing his face closer to hers, a subtle growl in his throat. “Then tell me. Who is he? What does he do? How did you meet him?” He questioned. each question coming out coldly and sharply.

She shuddered, heat rising in her core as his knee pushed against her sensitively.

“He’s a guy I met at one night, when i was out with friends, not that it’s any of your fucking buisness. And he’s practicing to be dentist, if you must know.” She spoke, her voice wavering slightly, wondering why he was getting so worked up, when he did the exact same things that she did.

Hamzah paused momentarily, a silence hanging between them as his eyes scanned over her face. She had a point. He had no right to question her. But he still didn’t care. A pang of jealousy and annoyance still coursed through him, no matter how illogical it was.

He placed both hands either side of her hips, trapping her more as his expression darkened slightly. “Right.” He muttered lowly. “Practicing to be a dentist.” He repeated, a hint of sarcasm clear in his tone.

His fingers danced across y/n’s hips, nearly causing her to gasp as they fluttered over her. She needed to hold myself together, to stand her ground, even if her knees felt as though they were about to crumble beneath her. “Dentistry is a good career path, you know. The moneys great.” She said, her voice shaking a little.

“More than you make anyway” she muttered under her breath, her eyes on the floor beneath her. Y/n knew it was a low blow, and regretted it the second the words flew out of her mouth.

Hamzah’s jaw tightened as her words stung, a reminder that he only had YouTube and streaming to thank him for the career path he chose. But that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

He reached his hand up to grab her chin again, slowly but firmly bringing her face up to look at him. His gaze darkened as he pinned her more against the wall. “Watch it.” He threatened in a low tone. “Don’t bring my fucking career into this.”

“Then don’t be such an asshole to the guys I’m with, huh?” Y/n whispered, eyeing him up as she saw his jaw clenched, his knee pushing harder against her throbbing core.

He let out a low scoff, his jaw only clenching more as his knee pressed harder against her. A part of him enjoying the way he could rile her up. It excited him.

“You want me to sit back and watch you bring more guys home? You expect me to just go with it and accept it?” He questioned, his voice sharp once again.

“”I’ve come to terms with the fact you go through five girls a week Hamzah. Why can’t you accept that I’m an adult, and I need human touch sometimes!” She yelled, unaware of her voices volume as she became overwhelmed, this argument, her feelings, and Hamzah’s teasing getting to her.

His body slowly pressed more against hers, her voice only making him more frustrated and angry. His grip on her chin tightened slightly, his breaths becoming heavier as he leaned down to speak lowly in her ear.

“listen to me, don’t you dare yell at me.” He said firmly but quietly, making her shiver, as goosebumps coated her spine.

Hamzah’s grip around her waist tightened, his body now completely against hers. Her small frame pressed against his, the feel of her body making his breath hitch.

He moved his head closer to her ear, his breath fanning across her neck. He took a moment to choose his words, trying to keep his mind under his control.

“Do you any idea how jealous seeing you with other guys makes me?” He muttered lowly.

She paused, her eyes widening as realisation flooded her, her mind racing a hundred miles per hour.

He leaned back just enough to look down at her, his eyes flicking over her expression as his adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He noticed the slight shock as realisation took over her.

He was still pinned her against the wall, his body still pressed against hers. He expression was almost… vulnerable. And he hated how arousing it was to see her like this.

“I never knew” she whispered breathlessly, the heat radiating off of Hamzah, and onto her due to their proximity.

He raised an eyebrow, seeing how caught off guard she seemed. A flicker of satisfaction ran through him as he continued to hold her pinned against the wall.

“You’re telling me you never once noticed how annoyed I got when I watched you bring home guys?” he asked, his mouth now hovering just above her shoulder.

“I thought you didn’t like them taking up space. Using our commodities. Being too loud when we were..” she trailed off, thoughts overcoming her. How could she be so oblivious?

Hamzah almost chuckled at her words. The fact that she thought that’s what bothered him was almost hysterical. To think she never once thought he got jealous.

He let out a long sigh before looking back at her, a hint of annoyance still in him but for a different reason this time. “You really couldn’t notice that I cared a little bit more than that, huh?” He muttered.

“I was so wrapped up in.. well.. other things, that I wasn’t thinking about you, or you even liking me that way..” she muttered, embarrassed by the lack of care she had had for him.

Hamzah’s jaw clenched, hearing her say she didn’t think about him made something inside of him go crazy. He wasn’t used to being someone’s afterthought.

He suddenly grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them above her head against the wall. His body moved closer as his voice dropped to an almost possessive tone. “Other things like what?”

Y/n sighed, knowing she had to be truthful to him. “Other guys..” she softly spoke, her eyes darting away from his.

The truth stung him in the chest, causing his grip around her wrists to tighten slightly. Hearing her admit that the other guys she brought home meant more to her than he did, did not sit well with him at all.

He pressed himself more against her, his mind telling him to keep control. He gritted his teeth before speaking again. “Did any of those other guys ever make you feel good?”

Her eyes avoided him, and she quietly spoke. “Yes..”

Hearing she said “yes” was like daggers in his chest. He wasn’t used to being second best, no matter what the situation. Now it made sense why she never noticed he got jealous. Other guys took up all her time and attention.

A hint of annoyance mixed with jealousy flickered across his face as he pinned her against the wall even more. “How did they make you feel?” he asked lowly, his voice almost a growl.

“I think you could make me feel better” she whispered, feeling brave as her mind still reeled from his confession. She traced her arms to the back of his neck, softly playing with his curls. The whole situation was sinking into her, and she was left with a feeling of need for him, whether she realised it or not.

A small gasp escaped his mouth when her hands reached the back of his neck. He was not expecting that in the slightest. Suddenly her hands felt like fire against his skin as they ran through his curls, making him let out an involuntary sigh.

He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers as he let out a shaky breath. There was a battle going on in his mind between letting her be and claiming her as his own.

“What do you think, Hamzah..” she whispered in his ear, her lips brushing over his early softly, waiting for his approval.

He almost cursed at her touch. Her lips on the shell of his ear, her body pressed against his, her legs sandwiched between his. The fact he still had her wrists pinned above her head made it even more torturous.

He let out a low growl, biting back the words he was begging to spill. After a moment he looked down at her, taking in her flushed expression and breathless eyes before speaking. “Say you’re mine.”

She paused, thinking of the consequences of admitting this to him.

He could almost see the thoughts racing through her head, the uncertainty and doubt that hung in the air between them.

He squeezed her wrists, removing them from his neck, bringing his face closer to hers, his breath fanning across her cheek. “Say it then.” He demanded, his voice stern yet a hint of desperation clung to his tone.

“I’m yours, Hamzah”

A wave of satisfaction coursed through him at those words. She was his. Hearing her say it, just confirmed it even more.

He let out a deep hum before looking down at her, her wrists still trapped in his grip. “Good girl.” He muttered, a possessive growl in his tone. “I don't want you bringing any boys home again. You got that?”

“I don’t want you bringing any other girls home. If you want a girl, I’m here.” She bluntly put it, her tone possessive as she waited for his answer intently, her eyes glancing over his face, his eyes, his jaw. Anything she could land her eyes on.

He knew he should have expected that reply and for some reason, made her all the more attractive for it. He smirked at her, tilting his head slightly as his eyes darkened. “You’re going to keep me satisfied are you?” His hold on her wrists loosened, lowering them down slowly.

She smirked, nodding her head slowly as her eyes narrowed, and lips glistened as she ran her tongue over them.

He let out a low hum, keeping his smirk in place as he looked her up and down, taking in her flushed and breathless expression. She was all his now.

He brought his hands to her hips, pulling her close to him. Feeling her body against his, he almost groaned at how good it felt.

Bringing her hands to his face, she leaned in slowly, her neediness become clearer, and her core became wet, and urges became stronger.

Her on his face felt like a fire against his skin as he pulled her even closer to his body. He couldn’t help but notice her getting restless, needy even. He let out a low chuckle before leaning down to her ear. “So desperate for me, huh?” He whispered before pulling back, a smirk on his face.

“Stop teasing me, or maybe, I’ll call Hugh again” she threatened, smirking. Deep down, Y/n knew she would call that man again, not when she had Hamzah. But it was fun to get a reaction out of him. It turned her on.

Hamzah's smirk dropped instantly when she mentioned bringing Hugh back here again. He knew she was only trying to get a rise out of him, but damn it was working. He clenched his jaw, a frown on his face.

"You wouldn't dare call that bastard back again." He said through gritted teeth, his grip on her tightening ever so slightly.

"Then give me what i fucking deserve." She spoke boldly, her mouth releasing the words that danced across her mind without even realising it.

Her words, hearing her say "give me what I fucking deserve" made him snap. A mix of anger, possessiveness and impatience all coursing though his body now.

He grabbed her waist, practically pushing her back against the wall as his mouth attached to her neck.

Her back arched almost immediately, as he sucked and pulled at her sweet spot with his teeth. She groaned softly, his name and other curses flowing off her tongue.

Hearing his name falling from her lips, hearing her curse under her breath as sucked and bit at her neck and shoulder made his head spin. The way she reacted to him and his touch was driving him insane. He wanted to claim her.

He pushed his body against hers, pushing a thigh between her legs as he continued his onslaught on her skin.

He began kissing her jawline, and neck, and finally sank down to his knees, ready to give her what she deserved.

He kneeled in front of her, his hands trailing down her body, past her hips before stopping on her thighs. His hands gently pulled her light blue pj shorts down her smooth legs as he continued to kiss and suck at her skin. His mouth was almost as greedy as his eyes, wanting to touch and feel every inch of her.

He bit a mark on her thigh, hard enough to cause a slight pain but not enough to break the skin. He needed to claim her as his own.

Her body nearly bent over backwards at this, shuddering and shivering at the slightest touches.

Hearing the way her body reacted to him was like sweet ecstasy to his ears. It only made him want and need her more with each passing second.

He continued to run his lips and teeth across her thighs, leaving dark marks in his wake to make his claim known. He looked up through his lashes at her, her shaking body and flushed face only egging his on.

Looking up at her through his lashes, he let go of her thighs and paused, silently asking her for permission to continue.

he watched as her eyes darkened, pupils blown out as she looked back at him. Her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. She looked almost wrecked already and they’d only just gotten started.

She nodded vigorously, her lips bruised due to biting them, as she waited patiently for him to begin his rampage.

He paused, his eyes scanning every part of her, as if he couldn't get enough of her. He shot up, onto his feet and off of his bruised knees, his arms trailing around her waist as she let out a huff, annoyed at the loss of touch. At the lost of connection between them.

He picked her up, his strong arms wrapping around her and slinging her over his shoulder with ease as she let out a squeal, her mind fogging over as thoughts of his arms doing other things to her flooded her, filling her with desire and desperation. She needed him, on her, in her, any way she could get him.

As the two made their way towards Hamzah's bedroom, sultry thoughts in their heads, they collectively knew that it wouldn't be the same after this. Something was happening, something that would change the course of their lives.

For better, or for worse, the two were becoming much, much more than just roommates.

[cheesecakeluver]

AT FIRST GLANCE

hamzahthefantastic x reader

ᶻ𐰁 ࣪ °⋆ when you arrive in Toronto, after three years from home, you meet with your close friend Mandy, who has a visitor that you know, at first glance, is bound to be yours.

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As the taxi slows, i find that my stomach turns and churns in excitement. The idea that now, after three years, ill see Mandy again, after being apart for so, so long, enthralls me. We constantly facetimed and messaged after i had to move, for work purposes. Los Angeles was a great city, but once you really got settled and started to understand life there.. it made you miserable. Thankfully, my work as a journalist had moved me back to Toronto, and i could finally see my friends and family.

I retrieve my heavy suitcases from the boot of the car, thanking the driver and sending him away with a twenty dollar bill. I don't think i'll ever get over the price differences between Canada and the USA. I stand outside Mandy's place, which she shared with her boyfriend, Martin. Of course, i'd heard all about him, because as soon as i moved away, they met. She updated me on every date, every exciting occasion, and every detail of their lives together, including his youtube channel, whom he shared with a friend unknown to me, though Mandy constantly called him clingy and annoying, which left me laughing.

I knock on the door, one, twice, and then thrice. I see a figure moving towards the door, and i get excited, recording the whole moment with an old camera. I'd recently started youtube myself, and had had a good amount of luck, my first two videos not exactly blowing up, but doing pretty well for my first time. I see the figure head towards the door, and i shove the camera in front of me, my smile wide, grinning even.

The figure opens the door, and i'm stunned. It was in fact, not Mandy i was met with, who stood at 5,4. No, this was a nearly six foot tall, dark curly haired man, who looked like he'd just gotten out of bed.

"Uh.. who are you?" he mumbled, wiping his dark curls out of his face, pushing his rectangular glasses up on the bridge of his nose, his chocolate brown eyes widening as he stared deadpan at me.

i pull the camera down to my side, revealing my face as my smile drops. i stutter a little, taking a step back. Had i went to the wrong address?

"Does Mandy live here?" i asked nervously, my concern become increasingly evident on my face. I was never good at hiding my emotions.

"Oh, yeah. She said something about someone coming over today. Just didn't mention who." The man said, his eyebrows unfurling as the confusion fled his face, allowing me to view him more. He was attractive, and even i couldn't deny that, as i stared into his dark eyes. The worry wiped off my face as he opened the door wider, allowing me to step into the home, where Mandy was snuggled into Martin's side, a blanket over them on the couch, as i heard the nostalgic theme of 'Gilmore Girls' playing on the tv.

I smile, leaving my bags by the door as i hear Mandy ask whose at the door, until her eyes land across me. She screams, ditching Martins arms and she runs to me, hugging me and jumping with glee spread across her face. I hold her in my arms, happily.

"I've been waiting for you to arrive!" she says, pulling away from the embrace, still smiling so hard i believe it must hurt. "That's Hamzah, by the way, the one who answered the door. He's the one who does the podcast, and youtube with Martin" She explains, babbling on about what the boys did. I listened eagerly, intrigued, as she told me about this podcast, which i'd never known of before. She asks me how i am, knowing how hard Los Angeles hit me, leaving me emotionally drained.

"I'm excited to be back in Toronto, really. I've been wanting to come back ever since i left. Los Angeles was.. alright at first, but god, once you really get settled, and begin actually connecting.." i sigh, drifting off. The people that inhabited Los Angeles, were just not the people i was made for, and oh how glad i was to be back in Toronto. Back home. I look around, impressed at the new house they'd just moved in to, which now looked like a home due to the decorum, as i see dinner bowls lying around.

Martin cleans them up, putting them in the sink and introducing himself. "Sorry, we just ate.. probably should've cleaned that up earlier." he jokes, wrapping an arm around Mandy.

The whole time, the boy i know now as Hamzah had just been by the door, his keys in hand. i came to the conclusion he must have just been heading out when i arrived.

He jingles the keys in his hand, grabbing my attention. He looks a little nervous, his eyes darting around. "I'm gonna head out, it was good meeting you.." he says, finally looking at me, smiling, his hands in his pockets. He lingers on, and i catch the hint he wanted my name.

"Oh, y/n" i smiled, a little flustered as his eyes remained steady on me, a glint in them. I found myself drawn to him, even though this was our first meeting.

Mandy turns to me, Martins arm still wrapped around her. "We were just going out, for ice cream, if you wanted to join us?" she smiles at me, Martins arm rubbing hers and he stared at her, entranced.

I think about it, but ultimately decide against it, as i had ate the shitty food served on the airplane, and felt as though my stomach deserved a break after. That, and i wasn't in the mood to become a third wheel, especially as jet lagged as i was.

"I need to sort through the boxes as well, get my apartment into living conditons, but thank you guys, i appreciate it." i say, thanking the couple in front of me.

"Call me tomorrow though, we'll meet up then?" i ask, and Mandy nods, smiling. "Of course! Im so, so happy your home. Atleast now i've got someone to hang out with when these two are filming. Ooh, and maybe even double dates, and-"

Hamzah coughs loudly, interrupting her, and their eyes land on each other, and something, almost like realisation, hits Mandy.

I look between the pair, an awkward silence filling the room, as the four of us just looked at our feet.

I knew Hamzah had been there a couple of times when i had been facetiming Mandy, as i heard him and Martin in the background, but i never thought anything of it.

I pull my phone out, prepared to call another taxi, and head out of here, as i gather my bags and suitcase by the door.

"Anybody know how much a taxi from here to Parkson street costs?" i ask, breaking the silence

Martin speaks up immediately, as if snapping out of a trance.

"Hamzah, don't you live near Parkson street?" he asks the boy, who averts his gaze from mine, eyes focused now on Martin, as a pink blush cascades over his caramel skin, slightly covered by the messy curls strewn on top of his head.

"Yeah, i live on Parkson street" He replies, and i see Martin wink at him, before he speaks again.

"Oh, okay yeah, do you need a ride?" Hamzah says, eyes on mine as i see his hands fiddle inside of his pockets, causing me to smile.

"Yeah.. thank you. Really, your helping me out a a lot here." i blush slightly as he helps me with a couple of my bags, and our hands brush together, my face heating up, as does his.

"Really, you don't have to-" i say, prepared to take the bag, as he shakes his head in defiance, which leaves me to sigh, smiling as i do.

"I could see you struggling when you first arrived, let me help you" He says, picking the bags i struggled with up easily, impressing me as his biceps bulged whilst doing the action, causing me to stare.

Martin interrupts us, as he begins saying his farewells to Hamzah. I make my way over to Mandy, one last time, knowing ill meet her tomorrow.

"Call me tonight, and tell me everything" she says, with that knowing look in her eye, causing me to softly chuckle as i embrace her again.

We part ways with Mandy and Martin, saying goodbye to the pair as they began to get ready to get dessert. I smile at the couple as i leave with Hamzah, wishing i had the type of relationship they had, watching them laugh and cuddle and kiss. In my dreams i guess.

As Hamzah walks me to his car, we begin small talk. He asks about my life back in Los Angeles, and i tell him about my journalism and my small channel, as he told me of his podcast. He seemed passionate about it, using his hands as he spoke, and all i could do was become entranced by him. I had met this boy less than twenty minutes ago, yet already he had caught me attention, and by the looks of it, i had caught his.

"I originally started the podcast by myself, and did around.. i think thirty or so episodes before Martin joined. Honestly, its much better when your not just speaking by yourself, to a camera." He explained, hooking me in with every word he uttered.

"I guess i can kind of understand. When i film, so far, its always been by myself. My job as well, it gets lonely, because journalism isn't a very.. i don't know.. social type of job. Sure, I sit and write about all the things i love, but sometimes i just wish i had someone to talk to about my interests, instead of people just reading my words via a news outlet, or magazine."

i let out my thoughts, feeling slightly vulnerable when doing so. Hamzah watches me talk, allowing me to explain what's on my mind, and for the first time in a long time, i feel seen.

"Listen, i know we just met, but honestly, i feel like i know you already. I'm here if you ever need someone to talk to, even if its just about the stupid stuff." He says, a little shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as he speaks. I find myself walking close beside him, and we continue talking back and forth, all the way to his car.

Once we reach his car, he opens the door for me, and just when i'm strapped in, does he make his way to the drivers side, causing a feeling of warmth to erupt in my stomach.

Getting in, he sets his phone on my lap, smiling. "Since your a guest, i'll trust you to pick something good" he says, as i notice spotify opened infront of me.

It nearly made me melt, as i saw his recent listens. "Men i trust, Freddie Dredd, The maria's.. you have good taste" i smile, seeing some artist that we have in common.

I see him smile warmly, staring at the phone as i type my favourite song in, hoping, no, praying he would like it.

"Bags by Clairo.. you have good taste" He replies, copying me, as the song begins to filter through the car, and i hum lightly to it.

entranced by the music, and the feeling of content flowing through me, i rest my head against the window, taking in autumnal Toronto in all its beauty, realising just how much i had missed this place.

I feel Hamzah's eyes on me, and i turn to him, a grin erupting from me without my consent, as his curls fall into his eyes, and his hands mark the wheel.

We continue the rest of the ride in silence, the only thing heard is Clairo's majestic voice through the speakers, and both of us are okay with that. Upon arriving at Parkson street, i feel a little disappointed, missing Hamzah's banter and voice already, even though we hadn't parted from each other yet. I needed to get a grip on myself.

We get out, still walking close to each other, our arms brushing against one anothers, and begin walking back to our apartments, noticing we both strode in the same direction.

"Hamzah, what apartment number is yours? Not to be a creep or anything.." i joke, seeing his eyes light up.

"I'm 112.. what about you?"

I feel myself smile, pink flushing my cheeks, and not just due to the autumn chill in the air. We stop outside of his apartment, and he sees where my gaze lies, his cheeks flushing as well.

"I'm apartment 113” i say, grinning, our proximity exciting me like nothing before. maybe, just maybe this meant i did have a chance. endless excuses we’re running through my mind, thinking of ways i could interact with him on the daily.

He smiles, walking me to my door and setting the suitcases and bags in my doorstep, his cheeks tinted pink, and his eyes on me the entire time, looking me up and down with ease.

He smiles at me, one last time. "I'll see you around, y/n" he says, walking the two paces to his apartment, next door. My heart fluttered, and the minute i go inside of my new apartment, i jumped on the bare mattress, not caring about the unboxed suitcases and bags, picking up my phone and dialing my best friend.

"Mandy, i think i’m starting to like him."

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