#hamzah imagines

[nigtmarcz]

⎯⎯ bf!hamzah headcanons

— whenever hamzah plays a game with voice chat, he’ll make you wear his headset and talk into the mic as if you’re playing, just to troll the randoms (and also to show off how good he is at the game)

— if hamzah was streaming on twitch, he'd try to pull you into the frame to show you off, even if you didn’t want to show your face right after waking up

— if hamzah’s tired from editing videos, he’ll beg you to finish it for him. you always say no, so he ends up doing it himself anyway, muttering, "just say you hate me…"

— he’d always refer to you as "mom" or "mama" whenever talking to red and blue

— would send you instagram reels, and you’d hear him laughing from the other room.

"you know you can just show me in person, right?"

— before hamzah would put on his glasses, he’d always make you wear them first and admire how cute you looked in them, even though you had perfect eyesight

— every month, you two would create a new Spotify collab playlist and try to make them have a similar vibe

"okay, why did it transition from bladee to lily chou-chou?"

— you two would definitely have matching discord profile pictures, but not the typical anime couple ones—more like sonic the hedgehog and mario kissing

— he’s not really into pda, but if you were hanging out with friends and everyone stepped out of the room, he’d start hugging you, clinging onto you, and kissing your face everywhere. but if someone walked in, he’d quickly pull away acting all suspicious and shy

— before going to bed, he’d purposely pull all the blankets away and hog them for himself, leading to you two playfully fighting in bed

— his tiktok drafts are filled with you two doing couple trends or dances. you’d usually film them after getting high, then spend hours re-watching them and laughing your ass off

— if he was busy for the day, he'd text you every time he was doing something

"filming right now!"

"gonna get some food you want anything babe?"

"taking a massive shit rn.."

— you trained him to be the perfect photographer for you. even though him recording himself is his job, this man still has no clue how to take pictures for anyone else

— when you guys go shopping, hamzah actually pays attention and helps you pick things out

"do you think this top is cute babe?"

"ehh.. i like this one better."

— he’d always put you onto new music and give you the artist's backstory, sharing all the little details about them

— if either blue or red was laying on your lap, hamzah would playfully snatch them away from you

"don't touch my kid"

"you mean OUR kid??"

— he would always mention you during the podcast but in the most out of pocket way.

"yeah y/n loves to smell my farts. that's what i think true love is."

"dude? what are you saying?"

[esotericbluntbaby]

tendencies

hamzah the fantastic x reader

description: hamzah, having a match on valentines day, gets caught up in his own world without his girlfriend. after missing the date he was supposed to go on with you after his match, he picks you up in the darkness of the night. the lingering angst and anger builds up into a plethora of tension; more specifically, a more erotic, steaming tension.

mentions: ANGST! obvi, arguments, build up of tension between you and him, both of you have your toxic traits that really shine through, nsfw!, impact play..?, size kink..?, masochist! reader, boxer! hamzah, hurt/comfort, happy ending because sadly i dont think i could ever give u guys a bad ending

PLS DONT KILL ME AGAIN I HAD TO STUDY FOR A CALC QUIZ

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you were soaking wet, and not in the good way.

hamzah was supposed to be at the purring cat hours ago, leading to your valentines day spent skimming over the laminated menus and sipping on a martini that couldn't get you drunk even if you tried. the warm oranges and reds in the room's lighting and ambiance mimicked the anger you felt rising up inside of you. the lighting, obviously intended to create a romantic atmosphere for all the happy couples on the day of love, taunted you like it was a witch holding out lollipops to children.

now, if some external circumstance did happen, you weren't the type to get riled up or anything; you were a decently reasonable person who was always wiling to hear him out. however, there were multiple blue bubbles on your phone from texting him about his whereabouts and a diminishing amount of his texts responding; in fact, there was really no response at all. you valued the communication and comprehension that was, normally, found in your relationship. however, there was a complete lack of on the day that it mattered the most. you were simply a pawn in his game; you didn't know how much longer you could keep getting moved to different areas of his board without knowing when this game would be over.

it was now so far into the night that the waiters exchanged glances of pity at one another, ending up with your meal comped and a complementary lava cake in front of you. you realized you had said that he was running late for the past two hours. gazing at the melting ice cream placed on top of the moist delicacy in front of you, it mocked you with a certain hunger that you didn't know how to explain. simply gazing at it made you remember how it was supposed to be him that you were dining with.

it was supposed to be him who was holding open the door for you, not some random couple who booked the same reservation time as you. it was supposed to be him who was grabbing your hand from across the table as you both marveled at the complexity of the menu, not you simply ordering a martini to sip on while you waited for him to show up. it was supposed to be him who paid for dinner, not the employees who gave you pity smiles and reassuring gestures of, "i'm sure he'll be here soon."

a scowl of disdain ended up plastered on your features like a mural to an empty wall. furrowed eyebrows, pursed lips, and resentful eyes made its way to your facial expression, which you understood was what caused all the waiters to comp your meal; not out of gratuity, but out of sorrow and compassion. you also understood that the waiters shouldn't have had to comp your meal, if your boyfriend was simply there.

he finally arrived in the lounge as they were about to close at around 11 o'clock at night; you had been waiting there for about three hours. bruises riddled his face, a more prominent one forming on the bridge of his nose. you were too upset to care. not one single text, nor one call, and instead, a pity meal given by those around you. a cyclone had formed, rushing winds and emotions being swirled around the two of you regarding the tension within the air between you. there was not a single word spoken, yet an understanding that you were both going to leave.

as you walked to the parking lot, he attempted to put his arm around your shoulder as if nothing happened; as if he didn't leave you to fend for yourself on the one day that you shouldn't have had to. so, you threw his arm off you, causing an audacious scoff coming from his mouth. the car ride was silent after that.

opening the door, your heels slammed on the floor with a slight stomp echoing with every step. you unlocked the door for yourself, closing it behind you with a loud bang of intensity radiating off of your emotions. you were incredibly pissed and you wanted him to know that.

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the next day, you still avoided hamzah like he had the plague and was going to spread it to you with every word spoken. you slept on opposite sides of the bed, an invisible barrier being set between the both of you. you ate breakfast together in silence, only after he decided to sit with you on the island. you sat on opposite ends of the couch as you continued the series you started together before he decided to be a complete jackass, only after he joined you on the couch.

it was only throughout the series that he realized he fucked up incredibly and you realized that it's been almost a full day without a single apology. so, he shifted uncomfortable in his seat, sighing heavily as his eyes made it to you.

hamzah could lie and say that he absolutely hated that you were mad at him with no amount of leniency regarding your behavior; he could lie and say that the anger and passion in your face didn't turn him on. he knew it was bad, however, it was like something primal awakened in him. he didn't like you mad, obviously; more importantly, he didn't want you to leave him. however, hamzah believed that you were incredibly hot with that certain scowl on your face. he was at an ultimatum; keep you upset and angry at him so he could admire you even more than he already does, or apologize so that he could stop being a complete asshole.

he chose the latter, attempting to ease his way into an apology.

"i lost yesterday."

you were quick with a rebuttal, "serves you right."

"i didn't show up because i was with some friends," he awkwardly rubbed his neck, "they offered me a drink and i stayed at their house for a little."

"that's so, so great, hamzah. what do you want, a fucking medal? a medal that says 'best boyfriend ever?'" you laughed sarcastically.

"i'm trying to apologize-"

"and i'm yet to hear the word 'sorry' exit your mouth."

his voice raised out of frustration, "because you aren't letting me fucking speak!"

"great, that's just- that's fucking great. not only do you ditch me on fucking valentines day, but now you're damn near cussing me out and yelling at me."

"oh my fucking god- i'm sorry, okay?"

"so sincere!" you exclaimed in sarcasm as you stood up from the couch, "that was the best apology ever! the only apology to ever fucking exist, actually! you might as well be a world-renowned fucking apologist, hamzah!"

you made your way to the kitchen, pouring grapes into a bowl for you to munch on as your boyfriend tried, and failed, to apologize. he followed you, still frustrated from your well-deserved attitude.

"look, i get it- i should've been there yesterday."

"they comped my fucking meal- do you know how bad they felt for me to the point where my meal was free?" you yelled, "3 hours- 3 fucking hours, jackass! i was there for 3 hours just sipping on straight vodka wondering where my fucking boyfriend was! now i'm finding out that he was with his friends instead of his girlfriend because- actually, there is no because. you're just an asshole for leaving me there like that.

he attempted to diffuse your anger by putting his hand on your shoulder, "hey-"

"not only that, but you lost your fucking match yesterday too. you fucked up with your girlfriend and also lost your damn match. how do you fuck up twice?"

you realized that was uncalled for the second it left your mouth. the expression in his face was no longer frustrated; this was pure, undeniable anger. he got closer to you, causing your eyes to look upwards towards him; the height difference caused the intimidation to rise between the both of you. yet, you weren't going to back down. he was the one who messed things up between you and, while you probably shouldn't have brought up his match, he did deserve it. there was a moment of silence between the two of you with your eye contact making all the conversation needed for a couple of seconds.

he stared at you with testing eyes, "what'd you just say?"

you made a noise between a laugh and a scoff, "i said that you fucked up twice."

his hand made its way to your neck, softly slamming you into the wall behind you. your hands made its way to grab at the hand choking you by the neck; not trying to take it off of you, but simply holding it in place. you took a sharp inhale as a smirk landed on your face, taunting him the way that the loneliness in that restaurant taunted you.

"enough with the fucking attitude."

"or what?"

he realized that you were enjoying the show that he was playing for you; he was simply a puppet in your theater. this was amusing to you; his hand around your neck was the piece de resistance of this play. you wanted to know what would happen next; in fact, you were hungry for the climax.

he laughed angrily, "oh, i get it."

"what do you get?" you acted clueless.

"you wanted this."

you scoffed, "don't get too caught up in your ego."

"what? you want me to apologize, baby? you want me to make it up to you?" his hand on your neck became tighter.

you gasped, "frankly, i don't give a shit about what you do."

suddenly, a sting emerged onto your cheek. hamzah slapped you with his hand, as he choked you with his other. your head was turned to the side, until the hand he slapped you with made it back to your face. he turned you so that you were now looking at him with your head towards his own. he gently caressed the area with the burning sensation. even in his rough moments, you're still his princess.

"you got a fuck ton of attitude for someone whose neck is in my hand," he got closer to your ear and began to speak quieter, "you're so fucking tiny, you know that? compared to me, you're so small. your neck fits in one of my hands- both of your hands fit in one of my hands. i could ruin you if i wanted to."

"except you won't."

he laughed once again, "you sure about that?"

"i'd like to see you try-"

and with that sentence, hamzah's lips were rammed into yours. this kiss was full of hunger and remorse. the two of you couldn't get enough of how the kiss was altered by how angry and sexually pent up the both of you were. the dinner yesterday was undoubtably going to end up in drunk and high sex, but this is different. this was sober and needy. this was feverish and hazy. this was better.

he manhandled you, carrying you as you straddled his waist with your thighs. laying you down on the bed, he began to take off the entirety of your clothes in swift and rough movements. getting to your underwear, he physically ripped it off of you with how rough he was being.

"hamzah!"

"i'll buy you three new ones."

he was left in his underwear by the time that his sentence was finished. taking off his boxers, his body moved on top of you in missionary and he aligned himself with the wetness of the area between your legs. he didn't give you much time to adjust as he slammed into you over and over again. he was never rough like this before. moans and your names were exclaimed from both of your sides; you were always a noise girl, so you finished quite quickly. embarrassingly quickly.

you expected hamzah to stop as he normally does; whenever you finish first, you normally let him finish by sucking him off or using your hands. however, his pace didn't stop; in fact, it quickened with the speed of a metronome on its highest setting.

he was overstimulating you, causing your hands to move on their own. you attempted to push him away, being met with being choked by him and slapped once more.

"h-hamzah-"

"you fucking asked for this."

though to an outsiders point of view, this was odd; to you, this was heaven without the process of dying. you previously asked hamzah to be more aggressive during sex; he knew that you were a masochist, yet he was always too scared to hurt you because he simply isn't that kind of guy. the realization of why he was being so rough was sweet. it was obvious to you that he felt bad for leaving you on valentines, and this was his unofficial way of apologizing. by making you feel the best you've ever felt, it made you more incentivized to forgive him for his mistakes.

he finished shortly after you, pulling out and laying down on top of you. the covers were over the both of you as you both laid there: sweaty, out of breath, and fucked out.

"did- did i do okay?" he asked, his anger and frustration now being masked with shyness and timidity.

"you did great, baby."

"i'm sorry. i didn't mean to leave you yesterday- i was just upset and i didn't want you to see me like that, especially not in public. i should've texted or just toughened up."

"hamzah, just talk to me. i would've understood."

"but it was valentines day-"

"yea, it was, but i would've been fine just being with you. we didn't have to go out or anything."

"i was being a dick. you don't deserve that. i'm sorry, pretty."

you kissed him with a kiss that foiled the previous one, one that was more gentle, "it's okay. you can make it up to me another time."

he kissed you on the cheek, gazing at you from below, "be my valentine on unofficial valentines day tomorrow?"

"of course."

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authors note!

guys i am SORRY i lied to u like terribly horribly sorry but happy late valentines day U WERE ALL MY VALENTINES SO NONE OF U WERE ALONE ON VALENTINES BECAUSE I WAS HERE ok i love u guys bye

[matts-cheetahprint-beanie]

i know i wont

i don’t know how i’m EVER going to recover from this

[03den]

bfhamzah headcanons - sfw & gnreader

a.n: i do not know hamzah personally and do not believe this represents how he actually is/acts irl. i yap i yapped and i will continue yapping

( i feel like hamzah isn’t the type to fall just for anyone from one night to another. he gives me vibes of friends to lovers / friends to fwb to lovers troupe. his love grows gradually and he might only take his feelings seriously once he feels like he actually knows you, so you’d probably be friends for quite a while before it flourishes to sth else )

his primarily love language is acts of service. as soon as you mention anything he can help you with, he’s already putting everything to the side and standing up! oh, you need groceries for your ap? he’ll drive you and help you go through the list. your wi-fi is malfunctioning? dw, he’ll look into it. he might complain once in a while but it’s simply just to tease you — something like “your wi-fi is so trash i had to restart it twice this morning”. for him acts of service are also more than just helping, it’s his way of showing he cares and that he listens. e.g: if you mention liking * snack, don’t be surprised to see it laying around in his kitchen next time you come over

i also feel like he’s somewhat big on quality time. although editing and managing two youtube channels does keep his schedule busy, hamzah likes to be near you. js being in the same room as you—even if silent and both of you r focused on your own tasks—is enough for him. when not working, he likes to b js lazy with you too. he likes to stay in bed w you for hourss, not necessarily cuddling & to stay w u on the sofa, just slouched near each other watching cartoons. he holds those moments dear in his heart

there r still obvious exceptions where he takes you out to do sth, but he’s not overly romantic nor is he into that stuff. i can see him preferring a stay-at-home dinner date and cooking you your preferred meal than going out to a restaurant for a romantic dinner. but overall the places i imagine he’d take you r all a bit funny — laser tag, bumper cars, pet store js to look at the animals, etc..

he just isn’t much of a fan of grand romantic gestures, specially not in public or in front of cameras, so do not expect a lot of pda from him. most of his physical touch in public would have a playful insinuation, more pestering than romantic; smacking or pinching your tight, resting an arm on your shoulder like a deadweight, randomly poking your sides, and pulling your hood over your face.

it all still comes from a place of love though, and as time passes, there’s a progress on his srs and casual display of affection. if sitting down, his hand will start resting on your knee or tight while talking; if walking tgt on a busy street in front of the camera, his hand might reach for your wrist and grab it gently. if you’re outside and cold, instead of being all gentleman and giving you his hoodie/jacket, he’ll js pull you into it with him. and as time passes, appearances of kisses on the cheek and eventually on the lips on videos will start being more casual as well (outside of youtube, it all depends on how many people are around. he usually tries to be discreet with his smooches).

don’t get it wrong though, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like physical affection. in private, that man is all over your space. he’s touchy and clingy, hands always on you even if subtly. his teasing touches in public turn into something more caring and loving in private. if he’s used to mess up your hair to annoy you, when it’s just the two of you he’ll absentmindedly stroke through it. the putting-his-bodyweight-over-you-till-you-complain also turns into him being half on top of you most of the time, whether it’s draping himself across your lap, resting his head on your shoulder or flopping onto you when you’re lying down

actually, while on that, something i feel like he definitely loves is laying his head on your lap or chest. he for sure lovesss when you run your fingers through his hair too even if he doesn’t directly says it. he will even shove your legs apart js so he can lay between them. also! i have seen people say this but i’ll repeat it, he loves manhandling you and he will casually do it for no necessary reason. lowkey back hugs is also sth he likes — no dramatic embrace, js arms wrapped loosely around you and his chin resting against your shoulder

notices everything about you. your favorites, your hates, your comforts, your distresses… he’s so fast to understand and tell apart your moods too. i wouldn’t say he feels too confident in his reassuring, although he always does it and it always helps you

he texts/calls you a lottttt. def tried to be nonchalant at the beginning of your friendship but he quickly gave up. so, now that you’re dating? forget about double texting—the normal is for him to quadruple text

words of affirmation are not his strong suit. he tries his best and you’re also patient with him, but still, ‘i love you’s will take their time to be heard out loud. he prefers showing it over saying it

omg i have so many other hcs ideas.. maybe i’ll do a part 2. hope u enjoy these for now! sorry for any possible grammar errors btw English is not my native language

[melodyreads]

Hamzah x Manager(Reader)

Summary: Y/n is the manager for Slushy Noobz. She loves being apart of such an entertaining team. Being the manager came with a lot of responsibility. However, she was finding it hard to stay professional when Hamzah was around.

a/n: i hope this concept reaches the corporate baddies, enjoy <3

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The room buzzed with focused energy as everyone prepped for Hamzah and Martin’s big boxing match. Y/n stood at the edge of the practice room, clipboard in hand, eyes fixed on the monitor as she tracked every play with precision. Managing Slushy Noobz with their growing and dedicated fanbase was both a privilege and a challenge—one of those challenges being the guy currently making a beeline straight for her.

Hamzah.

She exhaled sharply, looking away and pretending to be engrossed in her notes. Maybe if she ignored him, he’d go bother someone else.

No such luck.

“You look stressed,” Hamzah said as he stopped next to her, hands shoved into his hoodie pockets. “That’s probably because you know the viewers are gonna be bored after I sweep this match.”

Y/n sighed, giving him a side glance. “Or because I know you and Martin are going to be running around bald soon," you said shaking your head, "there goes your TikTok edits.

Hamzah smirked. “That too.”

She had to bite back a smile. “You’re ridiculous.”

He leaned slightly against the desk, glancing at her clipboard. “You actually writing useful stuff, or just pretending to look busy so no one bothers you?”

She huffed. “I don’t pretend to work—I actually do my job.”

He knew this, he just liked to push your buttons.

“Good for you.” He nodded approvingly. “That’s one of us.”

Y/n finally looking up at him. “You’re impossible.”

Hamzah grinned, then tilted his head slightly. “By the way, you've been acting real serious whenever I’m around recently. What’s up with that?”

He was onto her. This wasn't entirely untrue, Y/n had slowly started avoiding Hamzah as her feelings became harder to ignore. This made her feel slightly guilty, but it was the measures she had to take to keep her job.

“Because I have responsibilities?” she shot back while keeping her eyes fixated on the computer in front of her.

He made a face. “Yeah, yeah. Or maybe you just don’t know how to act around me.”

Your eyes finally met his as your mouth opened—then closed. He said it so casually like he was commenting on the weather.

"He's just joking", you told yourself

His dark humourous eyes bore into yours as he patiently waited for a response. Before she could formulate a response, Martin called out, “Yo, Y/n! Can you come over here for a sec!”

Y/n took the escape without hesitation. “Duty calls,” she muttered, turning on her heel.

Hamzah watched her get up before he called after her. “Miss you already!”

As she ignored him, she couldn't help but replay that last comment over and over again in her head.

"Or maybe you just don’t know how to act around me."

She didn’t need to dignify that with a response. Mostly because he wasn’t wrong.

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That evening, you were finishing up an email to a potential sponsor. (There were hundreds of them.) Y/n had just clicked send when Hamzah dropped into the seat next to her.

“So,” he said, resting his elbow on the table. “You avoid me all day just to end up being the last one here. Interesting.”

She groaned. “I did not avoid you.”

“You literally left mid-conversation.”

“Because I had work to do!”

He took a slow sip of his protein shake, eyeing her over the rim. “Uh-huh.”

She scowled. “Not everything is about you, Hamzah.”

“Big talk, considering I’m basically the headliner of this team.”

Y/n let out an exasperated laugh. “You’re insufferable.”

He grinned. “And yet, your working for me.”

She rolled her eyes, focusing on her computer, but Hamzah’s voice cut through again—quieter this time.

“For real, though,” he said, “I mess with you a lot, but you know I actually mean it when I say you’re good at what you do, right?”

Y/n blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity. “…Thanks?”

“Don’t get weird about it.” He went back to scrolling on his phone like he hadn’t just said something out of character.

She shook her head, smiling despite herself.

Hamzah might be blunt. He might be insufferable.

But damn it, he was also kind of impossible to ignore.

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a/n: part two?

[hamzahsbiggestfan]

bf!hamzah x gf!reader headcannons `✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

bf!hamzah who is your #1 supporter and is soso proud of any accomplishments you make, no matter how small, he will take you out to dinner to celebrate

bf!hamzah who will carry you if you two are walking and your feet start to hurt

bf!hamzah who knows you more than you know yourself, from your favorite movie, down to your favorite pair of socks

bf!hamzah who will do everything he can to cheer you up if you’re having a bad day, imagine him running you a bubble bath and when you get out he already has a pillow fort set up with all your favorite snacks for you guys to binge watch a new tv show. omg

bf!hamzah who is so proud to be your boyfriend, trying to show you off in every way possible

bf!hamzah who could listen to you talk for hours and will stay attentive to the things you say, even if what you’re saying is half nonsense, he loves when you tell him about your day or even random lore about something you saw on tiktok, he just loves knowing that he’s the first person you come to when you need to rant

bf!hamzah who will always be down to build legos with you, even if it takes you half the day and you had to restart twice cause you kept messing up

bf!hamzah who will not shut up about you, no actually. when he’s filming with martin and you were at home or working, he will take every opportunity he gets to talk about how much he misses you

bf!hamzah who will buy everything for you even tho you can afford it yourself, don’t even try opening your wallet around this man

bf!hamzah who will show his love and adoration to you in every way possible, whether it’d be kissing every inch of your face or holding your hands when you’re in a crowd

bf!hamzah who will always give you updates and send cute little pictures of red and blue if you’re not home with him

bf!hamzah who never lets your flowers die, will get you a new bouquet every week and make sure he picks out a different variation every time (never neon flowers)

hiiii guysss! i had so much fun writing this and i still have so many more ideas so let me know if you want a part twoooo

also send fic requests cuz i’m in my writing grind :pp

[freakyglazedstrawberry]

Hamzah x reader fake texts

part 2 wtf

i didn’t think that was gonna blow up 💔

love yall

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part 1

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⚠️adult jokes, weed mentioned. i guess (i dont really remember m sorry)⚠️

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i enjoy more than yall know while making these

Ok. Bye. #blessed

[https-lovvers]

hamzah visiting thoughtful sweetheart readers hometown

the summer came around, and as martin and mandy head off to europe, you and your family often went back down to puerto rico, where you had lived for some of your life.

your extended-family still live on a farm that you pretty much grew up on, and you were super excited!

you were excited to ask hamzah if he wanted to come with your family and go meet your grandparents

"hamzah, mama said that you can come down to boricua, did you wanna come and we can pick you up from the airport?" you asked slightly nervously

hamzah was overjoyed and immediately tackled you into a hug, "boi are you kidding, i'd love to come baby oh my god" you giggled slightly.

"i can't wait to meet the rest of your family and all the animals you keep talking about"

you smiled and gave him a kiss. "i'm excited too"

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you had spent the last few days with your brothers in puerto rico and you were sick of them. you hadn't lived with them all in so long and it was driving you insane. but you looked on the brightside.

hamzah was arriving today!

he had a big flight from turkey and he face-timed you beforehand to let you know he was on his way.

as much as you were excited, nobody was more excited than your grandmother. she had been fussing all day, preparing a big meal, excessively cleaning and nagging you about whether you wanted kids yet or not.

you just giggled at her with your mama as you sat on the couch, keeping your eye on the time.

"are you nervous?" your mama asked.

you smiled, "poor hamzah is probably shaken out of his bones, i'm not nervous mama"

she played with a strand of your hair, "i know he's worried, but i can tell you're nervous too. you have nothing to worry about mi vida. your grandparents will see how much he means to you, and they will like him no matter what."

you smile softly, "thanks mama"

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"hamzah is landing in an hour, can you drive me lo?" you ask your brother lorenzo.

"mmf lets go"

you skip into the car, excited to see your boyfriend again.

your heart drops when you see him. you've been dating him for ages, but no matter how long you'll ever be with him, the swelling of your heart when you see him never stops.

you don't care how cringe it is, you sprint towards him and jump into his arms, and he lets out a little laugh, but you feel him melt into it.

he sets you down, and smiles down at you. "missed you"

you give him a peck and interlock hands, leading him towards your brother's car. "missed you too"

"that was so cringe" your brother says when you get it the car

"you just mad your girlfriend aint here bro" hamzah jokes back

you were happy that your brothers and hamzah got along well, and your brothers sort of adopted him as one of them, making fun of him and joking with him.

when you pull into the driveway of the farm you squeeze hamzah's hand. "you ready?"

he gives you a short nod, and as soon as he steps out of the car he is rushed by your grandmother. she takes one look and says, "oo you've got yourself a looker" and she wraps her hand around his arm, "and he's a strong boy too"

you and hamzah both smile shyly.

"abuela leave him alone."

"nono my dear, come inside i have prepared him some dinner" and she turns to your mama, whispering loud enough for hamzah to hear, "i like him already"

your mama shakes her head with a smile and gives hamzah a hug, "good to see you again hamzah, did you have a good flight?"

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hamzah takes a seat at the table and he admires all the photos of all family members. he spots a photo of toddler-you sleeping in the barn with the goats and he laughs. "so you grew up sleepy"

"she fell alseep at dinner once, and her face fell into her food" your grandfather says laughing, and the entire household is shaking with, "oh my god i remember that!" and laughter.

you bury your head into hamzahs chest out of mock embarrassment and he giggles.

the rest of the night is filled with embarrassing stories and board games and good food.

"hamzah and are gonna go to bed now" you could tell hamzah was getting tired, and it was no wonder why, jetlag + a long flight.

a chorus of good nights were chanted back as hamzah intertwined his hand with yours.

"thank you for the wonderful meal, and thank you for having me."

"our pleasure"

you guide hamzah up to your bedroom, where the walls were painted pink and your bedsheets were still rainbow. hamzah flops down on your bed and smiles.

"i think they like you" you say as you sit next to him.

"of course they like me" he jokes. you let out a giggle.

after your nightly routine, you and hamzah get under the covers, and face each other. intimately staring at each other, awfully close. "i really love you"

"yeah i love you too or whatever" he jokes "i'm just here for the animals"

"ok goodnight hamzah"

"ok but seriously when can i see all the animals"

you turn away from him, but feel an arm slide around your waist and tickle your sides. you squeal with laughter and try to fight him off. he finally stops after you had nearly knocked the lamp off the nightstand.

you're both out of breath as you close your eyes, curling up to his side. and he whispers, "i really love you too"

ok guys this is really self indulgent and kinda bad but lmk if you want a pt2 (like hamzah visiting the animals and trying to ride a horse or other such things)

ok love you guys!!!

[coolgrl111]

more hamzah pls..🙏🙏

you absolute freaks begging for hamzah in the inbox… i guess it’s time to feed u guys too😭

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[hamzahsfav]

oh hell yes!

[slushynoobzbias]

Martin Appreciation

[daysoftheyears]

hear me out hamzah and roommate reader go on a late late night grocery run and vlog it?

Yess I love this idea! Sorry im responding a little late lol and i lowk cant lie guys im not super proud of this one so lmk if i should make it longer or re-do it! <3

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Hungry for some food but only getting fed disappointment as you looked in the fridge.

“Hamzah we literally have zero food for supper, we need to go to the store like now.” 

You yell out into the living room. You can hear him sigh and grab his keys.

“I’ll start the car then.”

Hoping in the pasenger seat with a shopping list on your phone’s note app, Hamzah closes his driving door with his camera recording.

“Why do you have your camera?”

“I just want to film our shopping trip chill boi.” He says smiling

“Ok but I have a list so no fooling around.”

Heading to the pasta isle, you and Hamzah had been laughing the whole time as you both took turns filming each other. Walking past strangers trying to keep yourself together.

He points the camera at you, “Boi why do you want pasta let's get pizza girl.” 

Cracking a smile you roll your eyes and grab spaghetti. 

“Because I said! Girl bye” You said back playfully.

Cart full of food at the register as Hamzah films you paying. 

He talks into the camera, “She pays for everything for me but trust im not broke please don't think that. Boi.” 

“You are tho.” Looking at him smiling.

“Girl.”

After paying and having hands full of bags, you put them in the back of the car and start to head back home. Hamzah still talking, making an outro while you hold the camera.

“Ok you can press stop recording now.” You stop filming and put the camera down.

“I lowkey don't want pasta tho.” He says while pulling into pizza hut. “Bro you piss me off Hamzah.” You laugh out.

(Plz lmk if this is like good or not lol)

[korudoss]

armzahhhh

[nigtmarcz]

⎯⎯ party 4 u

hamzah x reader

summary: hamzah throws lavish parties, hoping to win y/n back.

wc: 1.6k

a/n: this is heavily inspired by melodyreads “only threw this party for you” bc i love it sm!! also that one great gatsby edit!!

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In the heart of downtown Toronto, atop a towering high-rise that offered sweeping views of the city’s skyline, hamzah lived. His penthouse was everything one could dream of: modern, sleek, with walls of glass that framed the city lights from every angle. He often found himself staring out at the glowing lights of Toronto, but no matter how stunning the view, it always felt empty without you in it. The apartment had transformed into his stage, a place where he hosted lavish parties filled with wealth and excess. But those extravagant affairs weren’t for the guests—they were meant for y/n.

It had been months since you left him—months since you had walked out of his life without a word, the echoes of unspoken goodbyes lingering in the air. You were gone, and no matter how many bottles of champagne were opened, no matter how many people danced through the night, his parties felt empty. His heart, still tethered to you, was desperate for a connection, but no one could fill the void you had left.

Each weekend, hamzah threw these grand gatherings. People arrived, dressed in tailored suits and shimmering dresses, eager for the indulgence his lavish parties promised. Yet, he never truly noticed them. They were just a blur of faces, a noise of shallow conversation, a mere backdrop to the one thing he could never escape: his yearning for you.

Tonight, the penthouse was buzzing with energy. The sounds of laughter, music, and clinking glasses echoed through the expansive space. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and cigarettes, but despite the luxury, his mind wasn’t on the guests. He was watching the window, waiting.

hamzah’s gaze often drifted to your building in the distance. Not far from here, just a few blocks down, in a quieter part of the city. The thought of you there, behind those windows, made his chest tighten with longing. He had gazed at your building countless times over the past few weeks, wondering if you’d glance out your window and notice the lights of his penthouse glowing in the distance. He couldn’t help but imagine that and wonder if you knew this was his way of trying to get your attention.

As the night wore on, he kept glancing over at the door, waiting. Hoping you would come. The laughter around him felt distant as his thoughts kept returning to the memory of your smile, the way you used to hold onto him, your touch lingering just enough to leave him wanting more. The way your eyes sparkled when you spoke, as if the world had been designed for the two of you. The weight of everything unsaid lingered heavily in the room.

He had purposefully sent you invites—both physical ones and through your email, knowing that you’d blocked his number. It didn’t matter. He knew you’d see them. He needed you to see them. Each invitation was a silent plea, a thread of hope that maybe, you’d walk through that door and let him show you everything he still felt for you.

And then, as if the universe had finally answered his silent prayer, you walked in.

You didn’t want to be here, not really. The invitations had come like a thread pulling you back toward him, each one a tug at something deep inside. Part of you wanted to ignore it, to stay away and not get caught up in the mess that had defined your past. But another part, the part that had never fully let go of him, couldn’t resist. The question lingered in your mind—was he trying to be cocky, to show he was better off without you? Or did he want you back? You couldn’t decide. But tonight, something shifted, and you finally decided to come.

The dress you chose was understated yet elegant—a sleek white gown that hugged your figure just right, with a subtle shimmer that caught the light, almost as if you were stepping into the very spotlight hamzah had set for you. Your heels clicked against the polished floor as you crossed the threshold into the penthouse, the sound louder in your ears than it was in the room. Every step felt heavy, each one pulling you closer to the man you weren’t sure how to feel about anymore.

But as you walked deeper into the room, the atmosphere seemed to shift.

The party continued in its usual rhythm, but when your eyes met his, everything else seemed to fade. hamzah stood near the window, the soft glow of the city’s lights casting shadows across his face. He had changed in some ways, but in others, he hadn’t. His tan skin glowed in the dim light, his curly hair falling just so, framing his sharp features. And when his gaze locked onto yours, it was intense—searching, yearning. A slow, almost reluctant smile formed on his lips, but it wasn’t carefree. It was a smile that held the weight of everything he’d been wanting to say, everything he’d been waiting for. His perfect teeth flashed in the dim light as he stood there, watching you with a look that made your chest tighten.

For a brief moment, everything else faded. The music, the chatter, the clinking glasses—they all became distant, like muffled sounds from another world. It was just the two of you.

You hesitated, unsure whether to walk over to him or turn around and leave. But the pull toward him, the gravity of his presence, was too strong. Your feet carried you forward before your mind could catch up.

“y/n you came,” hamzah's voice whispered through the stillness, soft yet full of meaning.

You stopped in front of him, crossing your arms as if to protect yourself from the vulnerability his presence always seemed to bring out. 

“I didn’t think you’d still be doing this throwing parties every weekend,” you said, your voice tinged with disbelief, but beneath it, something softer—a feeling you didn’t want to admit.

He let out a chuckle, but there was no humor in it. 

“Some things never change,” he replied, his gaze fixed firmly on you. He took a step closer, closing the space between you. “But I’ve been waiting for you to come. I thought maybe you’d see the lights, the crowd, and wonder if it was all meant for you.”

The words made your heart skip, and despite yourself, a flutter stirred in your chest. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, hamzah spoke again.

“I only threw this party for you,” he murmured, his voice low and full of longing, the words slipping out almost as if he couldn’t contain them anymore. “I didn’t want anyone else here. I just wanted you to see it. To see me.”

You stood frozen, his words sinking into you like a sharp ache. His dark eyes, full of yearning, locked onto yours, holding you in a way that felt intimate, personal, as if no one else in the room existed. His hand twitched at his side as if he was battling the urge to reach for you, but he held back. His jaw clenched, the muscles in his arm tensing under his suit jacket.

“I’ve spent every night here wondering if you'd walk through that door,” hamzah continued, his voice now barely above a whisper, though it carried the weight of everything he’d been holding back. 

“I didn’t need a crowd. I didn’t need loud music. All I needed was you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his words washed over you, stirring something deep within you. You didn’t know how to respond, how to make sense of the feelings swirling inside of you. You had spent months convincing yourself that you had moved on, that you had let go of him, but standing here, feeling the intensity of his gaze, it was impossible to deny the pull that still existed between you.

“Why are you doing this, hamzah?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly, your heart racing in your chest. "You can’t just throw parties to get me back. It’s not that simple."

He stepped even closer, his gaze unwavering, his presence filling the space between you. The tension between you thickened, the weight of the past pressing in on both of you. He wasn’t just looking at you anymore—he was looking through you, as if searching for something only you could give.

“I’m not trying to make things simple,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. “I just want you to know that I’ve never stopped wanting you. That I’m still here, waiting. Hoping that one day, you’ll see me the way you used to. The way I still see you.”

For a moment, you said nothing. The silence between you was thick with everything unsaid, everything unresolved. The city lights outside flickered like stars, and for a brief moment, you let yourself remember the past—the way things were before the distance, before the hurt. Before everything fell apart.

The tension in the air grew unbearable, the music swelling around you like a heartbeat, the party still going on but feeling miles away.

“hamzah,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I don’t know if I can go back there. Not with you, not with everything we’ve been through.”

He smiled, though it wasn’t a smile of triumph. It was one of acceptance.

“You don’t have to decide anything right now. Just stay, just for tonight. Let the past be the past.”

The invitation hung in the air, a fragile thread between the two of you. And despite all the doubts, all the unanswered questions, something deep within you stirred.

With a quiet breath, you let go of the walls you’d built up around yourself, just for a moment.

“Okay, just for tonight.” you whispered.

[sizzlingsalmonn]

ROOOF ROOF ROOF AAHHHHHHHHHH HELP ME PLEADE (i need him desperately..)

[melodyreads]

Hamzah x (Manager)Reader: Part 2

Description: Y/n is the manager for Slushy Noobz. After several months of subtle advances, Y/n figured she may have to take extreme measures to keep things professional. But will this star Hamzah away, or make him even more invested?

a/n: You guys asked for a part two and I am here to deliver. Enjoy!

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While her job came with many challenges, avoiding her feelings for her employer was the biggest one.

Y/n had always prided themselves on maintaining professionalism. As the manager of Hamzah, one of the internet's biggest growing sensations, they had to. Hamzah was more than just a client—he was a whole new brand. As their manager, Y/n's job was to keep him on track, organize deals, and ensure his content reached the right audience. What they weren’t supposed to do was develop feelings for him.

And yet, here they were, sitting in his apartment after another late-night brainstorming session, watching as he laughed at his own terrible joke. If anyone were to see them right now, Y/n was sure they would be able to tell how she secretly felt just by the way she looked at him. His voice was warm, his presence magnetic. Y/N knew that staying professional was the right thing to do, but it was getting harder with every lingering glance, every accidental touch, and every moment that stretched just a little too long.

Hamzah, on the other hand, had no idea how Y/N managed to keep their composure. He’d been crushing on her for months—maybe even longer—but he never dared to say anything. She was his manager, and he respected her too much to complicate their dynamic. Still, he caught the way their eyes softened when he spoke, how her lips parted slightly when he leaned in too close, how her breath hitched when he touched her hand just a second longer than necessary.

“You know,” he started, leaning back against the couch, arms resting along the top as he turned to face them. “It's so easy to talk to you about video ideas and stuff.”

Y/N let out a small chuckle, shaking their head. “That’s my job, Hamzah.”

“No, but it’s more than that.” His voice became more serious as he started to fidget with his hoodie strings. “You look out for me, not just as a creator but as a person.”

Y/n swallowed hard. She could feel the weight of his gaze as her eyes stayed fixed on the laptop in front of her. The unspoken tension humming between them like an electric current. “That’s what managers do,” she replied, but even to their own ears, it sounded weak.

Hamzah tilted his head slightly, studying them. “Is that all?”

Y/N hesitated. They wanted to provide him with a solid answer. She needed to. But the truth was right there, simmering between them, undeniable. Still, she forced a smile and stood up, brushing imaginary lint off her black slacks. “We should wrap this up. You’ve got a big shoot tomorrow.”

Hamzah sighed, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips as he stood too. “Right. Always professional.” He watched them gather their things, the moment slipping through his fingers. But as they reached the door, he took a step closer, lowering his voice. “One day, Y/n, I’m gonna make you admit there’s something here.”

Y/N’s fingers tightened around the doorknob, but they didn’t turn it right away. Instead, they took a steady breath before glancing back at him with a small, knowing smile. “Goodnight, Hamzah.”

And with that, they walked away, leaving him staring after them—frustrated, intrigued, and more determined than ever.

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A week later, Hamzah arrived back at the bar he and their team had agreed on. They were hosting a work party celebrating the following year's accomplishments. Was it odd that he felt strangely excited? It wasn’t that he particularly enjoyed these kinds of events, but he knew Y/n would be there, and any excuse to see them outside of work was enough to get him out of the house.

As he entered the building, he was met with many welcomes and congrats, but there was only one person he was searching the dimly lit room for. Unfortunately, Hamzah's excitement was short-lived.

He finally spotted her.

Y/n... standing at the bar, laughing at something some guy had whispered in her ear. The man, tall and effortlessly charming, had his hand resting on the small of their back.

Hamzah clenched his jaw. He couldn't help as his fingers curled into fists at his sides as a wave of jealousy surged through him.

He tried to convince himself that it didn’t matter. That Y/n was free to date whoever she wanted. But when she glanced over and met his eyes, something in her expression flickered- guilt? Hesitation? It was gone in an instant, replaced with a polite smile, as if they hadn’t spent months caught in unspoken tension while you stood with a guy you didn't even know.

He exhaled sharply, forcing a smirk as he grabbed a drink from the passing server. If Y/n wanted to play this game, fine. But he wasn’t going to make it easy for them.

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The night dragged on, and Hamzah found himself watching Y/n more than he should have. Every laugh, every subtle touch between them and the stranger grated on his nerves. Finally, he had enough.

He strode over, heart hammering in his chest, and slid in between Y/N and the man with a casual confidence that betrayed his frustration. “Hey,” he greeted, flashing a smile that unknowingly gave Y/n butterflies. “Didn’t know we were bringing plus ones tonight.”

Y/N tensed for a fraction of a second before recovering. “Hamzah, this is Tucker. Tucker, this is Hamzah- one of my clients.”

"One of my clients"? The words stung more than he expected.

Tucker extended a hand, oblivious to the underlying tension. “Nice to meet you, man. Y/n’s told me a lot about you.”

Hamzah took the offered handshake but didn’t miss how Y/n shifted uncomfortably. “All good things, I hope,” he said smoothly, but his eyes never left Y/n’s.

Tucker chuckled. “Of course. You’re kind of a big deal.”

Hamzah smirked, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “So I’ve been told.” He turned back to Y/n, lowering his voice just enough so Tucker wouldn’t hear. “Didn’t realize you were seeing someone.”

Y/N’s gaze flickered with something unreadable. “It’s new.”

Hamzah nodded slowly, then took a step closer, just enough to make Y/n inhale sharply. “Hope he knows what he’s getting into.”

Y/n’s lips parted slightly, but before they could respond, Tucker placed a hand on their shoulder. “Hey, Y/n, want to dance?”

Hamzah held their gaze, daring them to answer. For a moment, it felt like a silent battle. Then, finally, Y/n turned to Tucker with a small smile. “Yeah, let’s go.”

Hamzah watched them walk away, jaw tight. Fine. If Y/n wanted to pretend like nothing was there, he could play along. But he wasn’t giving up.

At least... not yet.

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a/n: lol i am dragginggggg this but i'm starting to love the cliffhangers. who wants a part 3?