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SUMMER NEVER ENDED, written by lilaacmoon

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ summary: you spend the last week of summer with your best friend, hamzah. he keeps dating other girls, trying to forget the one he really wants—you. one night on a rooftop, he says he’s in love with someone he can’t have. you already knew. so you lean on his shoulder and pretend he’s talking about you.

It was the last week of summer. The kind where everything felt warm and slow, like the sun was trying to hold on just a little longer. Like the world didn’t want to let go yet.

You had spent almost every day with Hamzah.

Bike rides at golden hour. Late-night drives with the windows down and music turned all the way up. Gas station snacks, shared fries, laughing until your stomach hurt. It felt easy. Like nothing could change.

But he had been talking to someone new. Again.

Third girl this summer.

You didn’t need to ask. You already knew what it meant. He was trying to forget a feeling he didn’t want to deal with. Trying to replace something he wouldn’t say out loud.

And maybe you were doing the same.

Because you were in love with him.

Not in the “he’s my best friend” kind of way. But the kind that made your chest ache when he smiled at someone else. The kind that made silence feel heavier when he didn’t look at you the way you wished he would.

One night, you both snuck into a rooftop beach club party. It was definitely not your usual scene, but you made it work. You wore a dress you found at Goodwill. He wore a button-up that didn’t quite fit but somehow still looked good.

You stole two half-flat glasses of champagne and snuck away to the edge of the rooftop, where it was quiet. The lights were soft, and you could hear the ocean in the distance.

You sat next to each other, legs swinging off the ledge.

“I’ve been trying,” he said suddenly.

You looked at him.

“With these girls,” he said. “I keep trying to feel something. Like, anything.”

You didn’t say anything. Just listened. The breeze tugged at your sleeves.

“I think I’m in love with someone I can’t have,” he said, softer this time.

Your heart dropped a little. But you smiled. Just a small one. Almost like it didn’t hurt.

You leaned your head on his shoulder and whispered, “Let’s stay here a little longer.”

Because right then, with the lights below and his warmth next to you, you could pretend.

Pretend he was talking about you.

And pretend that summer never had to end.

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A/N: first time doing one of these lmk if I should do more :)

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ROOMMATES Pt two, written by lilaacmoon

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ summary: You’ve been awkward since the night Hamzah heard you, and he calls you out on it. You admit your into him, and things quickly heat up between you two. Just as it’s getting intense, Martin interrupts, and Hamzah has to leave for work. You’re left stunned, still feeling the tension.

It’s been a few days since you touched yourself thinking about Hamzah, and ever since, things have felt… weird. Awkward tension clung to the air like something unspoken but heavy.

When you both stepped out of your rooms that morning, you locked eyes for a second before quickly looking away. You walked in the same direction, quiet. But your brain wouldn’t stop spiraling.

Did he hear me? Was I loud? Oh my god.

The kitchen felt tense too, like even the air knew what you did. Hamzah finally broke the silence.

“You’ve been acting weird these past few days,” he said, turning to face you fully.

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I haven’t. You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?” he raised a brow. “’Cause ever since the other night, you’ve barely looked at me.”

You hesitated, heart racing. “What other night?”

He tilted his head a little. “Don’t play dumb. I was right outside your door. I heard everything—your moans, the way you whispered my name.”

Your face flushed immediately. “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

He stepped forward and lifted your chin gently. “C’mon. Just admit it. You’re into me.”

You tried denying it, but your voice cracked. Finally, you sighed. “Okay… maybe I am. So what?”

His lips curved into a smirk, but his eyes stayed soft. “So why do you keep acting like you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you,” you murmured. “I just didn’t know what to do with how I felt.”

“Next time,” he said quietly, “don’t shut me out.”

You nodded, barely. His thumb brushed your bottom lip.

“Let me take care of you tonight, yeah?” he whispered.

You barely managed to whisper his name before he leaned in, kissing you gently.

Then somehow, you were on the kitchen counter, lips tangled in his. His hands held your waist while yours pulled at his hair. Moans slipped out between kisses.

You squealed when he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist. He carried you to his room, door shut behind him with his foot.

He laid you down gently, never breaking the kiss. When he pulled back, hovering between your thighs, you felt him grinding into your soaked core through your clothes.

The friction made you squirm.

“Fuck,” he groaned softly, grinding down again. “I need to taste you.”

He slowly tugged your shorts down, watching you closely for any hesitation. When he saw none, he dropped to his knees, spreading your thighs and leaning in.

The first swipe of his tongue had you gasping. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he worked you slowly—soft licks, gentle sucking, learning every reaction. It was overwhelming in the best way.

You whimpered his name, legs trembling.

Just as the knot in your stomach started to snap—

A knock.

“Hamzah?” Martin’s voice rang through the door. “You forgot to lock the front door.”

You froze. Hamzah groaned against your thigh.

Another knock. “Also, we need to film the Out of Character episode. We’re behind.”

Hamzah leaned forward and kissed your inner thigh again, muttering under his breath, “Of all the times…”

He stood up, kissed your cheek, and yelled toward the door, “I’ll be out in a little!”

“Bro, we’re two segments short—”

“I said in a little!” he snapped, clearly trying to stay calm.

He gave you a look—apologetic without needing to say sorry. “I’ll just clean up,” he whispered, kissing you one last time before walking into the bathroom.

You got dressed.

When he came out, towel over his shoulder, he looked surprised. “You got dressed?”

“Didn’t know what to do,” you said quietly. “Martin’s out there…”

He walked over and tilted your face up again, kissing you softly.

“You good?” he asked.

You nodded, even if everything in you still buzzed.

“Alright,” he said, giving your knee a small squeeze. “I’ll be gone for a while. Stay here if you want.”

Then he walked out, leaving you sitting there with your heart still racing and your head full of everything that just happened.

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ROOMMATES written by lilaacmoon

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ summary: you couldn't sleep and maybe it was his fault. the thin walls didn't help, especially when you could hear the soft whimpers coming from his room. one thing led to another... and you didn't realize he heard everything.

A/N: this is my first time writing something smutty so pls be nice lol. it’s more like soft smut?? idk but i hope y’all like it. part two might be spicier😛

It was late at night, and both you and Hamzah were in your rooms. You were curled up in bed, watching Gossip Girl, while Hamzah was still up, working out in his room across the hall.

Eventually, you turned off your TV and tried to fall asleep, but no matter how many times you shifted or adjusted the blanket, your body refused to settle. Your mind was restless. And then, faintly, you heard it—Hamzah’s soft whimpers coming through the thin walls.

You swallowed hard, heat rushing to your cheeks. You hated to admit it, but the sound was doing something to you. The low, breathy noises coming from him—each one made your pulse race faster.

Your hand slipped beneath the covers almost without thinking, trailing down to the waistband of your shorts. Slowly, you pushed your fingers past the fabric and began to circle your clit with light, teasing touches. A soft moan escaped your lips as the pleasure started to build. You bit down on your bottom lip, hips subtly lifting as your fingers moved faster, needier.

You didn’t realize you had started whispering his name until it was already slipping out—quiet and breathless, like a secret.

What you also didn’t realize… was that Hamzah had stopped working out. The sounds from his room had gone completely silent.

He was now standing just outside your door, frozen in place. Your voice, your moans—his name falling from your lips—it all hit him at once, and he swore he could feel the blood rush straight to his core.

He hesitated, torn between knocking and pretending he never heard a thing. After a long pause, he stepped back and returned to his room, jaw clenched, heart pounding.

But one thing was certain—he wasn’t going to forget what he heard. And eventually… he would bring it up.

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Stella. She/her. Gracie Abrams. Gossip Girl. Lipgloss. Vanilla ice lattes. Sambas. Pinterest. Writing. Wattapd. Books. Pink. Summer. Italy. Call me by your name. Tulips. Brandy Melville. Baking. Slushy noobz. YouTube. Uggs. Romance movies. Boygenius.

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ imagines. Fluff. Soft angst. Drabbles.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ taking any requests as long as they are respectful!

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You never stopped calling written by lilaacmoon

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ summary: you and hamzah get into a fight that leaves you crying and walking out. he calls and calls, but you don’t answer. after some time, you come back… and maybe all you both needed was a little “i’m sorry” and a tight hug.

A/N: this one’s a little soft and dramatic. i wrote it randomly one night so i hope u like it. feedback is always welcome!!

Hamzah and you had just gotten into a heated argument that left you crying and walking out of the house, slamming the door behind you. Hamzah was left angry, but minutes passed and regret settled in. Regret for yelling, regret for making you cry. He hated seeing you upset—especially when he was the reason.

He called your phone multiple times, but not a single call was answered.

You sat in your car, watching his name flash on your screen over and over. You shut your phone off completely and started driving with tears streaking your cheeks. You didn’t know where you were going—you just kept driving. Eventually, you parked in an empty lot and sat there in silence.

When you finally turned your phone back on, there were missed calls from friends and from Hamzah. You decided to call Mandy back.

“Hello?” you said into the phone, your voice soft and stuffy from crying.

“Are you okay? Where are you?” Mandy’s voice sounded worried.

You paused before replying. “Yeah… I’m okay,” you lied. “I’m in a parking lot.”

“Hamzah’s been calling you. He said you weren’t answering. Are you two okay?”

You debated whether to lie again or tell her the truth. “We just had a little argument,” you finally said.

“Well, I think you guys should talk. Apologize. I don’t know what happened, but I’m sure whatever Hamzah said, he didn’t mean it,” Mandy said gently.

“Okay, thank you. Bye,” you replied as she said goodbye too.

You sighed, rubbed your tired eyes, and started driving back to Hamzah’s place.

Standing outside his door, you hesitated for a moment before walking in slowly, taking a breath.

“Hi…” you said quietly.

Hamzah turned his head, his shoulders relaxing as soon as he saw you. “Hi. Look, can we talk? I feel really shitty about everything,” he said, standing up from the couch and walking toward you.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” he started. “I didn’t mean what I said. I didn’t mean any of it. I love you, and I hate that I made you cry.”

Your eyes welled up again as he gently held your face, brushing the tears off your cheeks.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean what I said either, and I shouldn’t have walked out like that.”

Hamzah pulled you into a tight hug, his arms wrapped securely around you.

“I love you,” he said into your hair.

“I love you too,” you whispered back.