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coming out with a new fic soon !! for my filipino baddies (myself included)

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no cuz someone pls….hamzah p links….🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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the lack of hamzah fics like c’mon guys we were THRIVING months ago….

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bitch tell me why i was at the pool today and my sister told me there was this lifeguard that looked like hamzah…I TOOK MY GLASSES OFF AND COULDNT SEE HIS FINE ASS

anyways that just gave me more writing ideas so it’s wtvr! 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

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coach!hamzah

the crowd had already left. the echo of the final whistle was still in the back of your mind. you should be proud—your team won. but all you can think about was him.

coach hamzah.

leaning against the bleachers. arms crossed. jaw clenched.

you tried not to stare too long. you failed.

“that set in the third,” he said, voice low and calm. too calm. “wasn’t what we practiced.”

you slung your water bottle into your duffel, pretending your heart wasn’t leaping out of your chest. “i adjusted. their libero kept creeping left.”

hamzah’s steps echo as he walked closer, sneakers squeaking faintly against the polished floor. “you’re right. but next time? you check in. you don’t just go rogue because your gut tells you something.”

you tilted your chin up, cocky. “my gut won us the game.”

his eyes flicked down to your lips for half a second before settling back on your face. “you think winning is the only thing i’m trying to teach you?”

god, that look. like he got a whole speech lined up about discipline and teamwork—but it was the way he said “you” that made your knees threaten betrayal.

“you mad at me, coach?” you asked, deliberately teasing, as you leaned a little closer. “or just annoyed i didn’t need you to pull it off?”

his gaze sharpened. you felt the shift in the air. he was not just your coach right now—he was something heavier, something that pulled, drawing you closer to him.

“you wanna know what i’m mad about?” he murmured, just inches away now, his voice like gravel and velvet. “that you keep pushing limits… and acting like you don’t know you’re doing it.”

you swallowed. “pushing which limits?”

he didn’t answer. just lifted a hand—slow, tentative—and brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. his fingertips linger longer than they should.

“you did good today,” he said finally, and his tone was all different now. warmer. rougher. “but don’t mistake that for immunity. you keep testing me like that… i might stop holding back.”

you blinked. the gym is silent, your pulse loud in your ears. for once, you didn’t have a comeback.

he smirked.

“go shower, rookie. practice tomorrow.”

and just like that, he walked away—like he didn’t just upend your entire nervous system with one touch and a look that promised trouble.

you watched him go, lips parted, heart hammering, mind racing.

yeah. you’re definitely not skipping practice tomorrow.

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just thought of hamzah as those volleyball coaches i’ve seen on my fyp on tiktok…let me cook

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intro

⭑.ᐟ name : ana/nai

age ⤷: 9teen

prns ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 : she/her

⋆.˚ gender : female

likes / interests ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ : vanillamace, slushy noobz, mandy’s iphone, quenlin blackwell, larray, vlogging, thrifting

requests ₊˚⊹ ᰔ : open + always open to chat!! >ᴗ<