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can u write smth ab baby baby daddy!namgyu? i swear it's been rotting my brain lately .. he'd lowkey be toxic too w u but like 🫷😞🫸

‘you don’t hate me’ AU

nam-gyu x fem reader

warning: nam-gyu is like lowkey an asshole that’s it

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―୨୧⋆ ˚

the baby’s finally asleep.

her tiny fists are curled near her mouth, chest rising slow, soft puffs of breath against the silence of the room. you hover in the doorway a second longer than you need to. just watching her.

you feel like you haven’t breathed all day.

the apartment is dim when you walk out,

lights off, one flickering candle still burning on the kitchen counter, its wax dried up into ugly shapes. there’s a bottle half-filled with formula. unopened letters. a missed call from your mom.

you don’t even hear the knock at the door.

you just see the handle turn.

“seriously?” you snap, spinning around, already knowing who it is.

nam-gyu steps in like it’s nothing. like you didn’t tell him last time that if he ever came over high again, you’d call the cops.

his hoodie’s half-zipped. his eyes are sharp, jittery. he’s chewing on the inside of his cheek, fingers twitching with leftover energy.

“you left your key,” he says, holding it up with a stupid grin. “thought i’d return it.”

“so you broke in.”

he shrugs. “doors are meant to be opened.”

you stare at him. “are you high?”

“a little.”

“jesus, nam-gyu.”

“relax. i didn’t drive. subong dropped me off.”

“oh, even better.”

he walks in, brushing past you like you don’t even matter, heading for the couch like he owns it. you slam the door shut.

“she’s asleep,” you say through gritted teeth.

“good. means we can talk.”

“we have nothing to talk about.”

he lounges back. “you always say that. then we end up making out against the fridge.”

you go still. “that was a mistake.”

he laughs under his breath, leans his head back against the couch. “sure. mistake with your hands in my hair and your breath all shaky.”

you step closer, arms crossed.

“what do you want?”

“to see her.”

“not when you’re like this.”

he licks his bottom lip, glancing toward the closed nursery door. “she won’t even remember.”

“i will.”

there’s a long pause.

he looks at you now. really looks.

“…you look tired.”

you scoff. “wow. thanks.”

“no, like different. thinner.”

“because i’m keeping a human alive. without help.”

his jaw ticks.

you should stop. but you’re tired. raw. angry.

“and where were you today?” you ask sharply. “we had an agreement.”

“subong needed me.”

“to get high and make one of his stupid music videos in the back of a bar?”

he lifts a brow. “you spying on me now?”

“no. he posted it on his story.”

nam-gyu doesn’t respond.

you take a breath. regretting nothing.

“…you’re pathetic,” you mutter. “still acting like you’re twenty and nothing matters.”

his expression shifts.

slow. cold.

“don’t act like you’re clean,” he says. “you let me fuck you the same night you told your mom we weren’t seeing each other anymore.”

you feel that like a punch.

“fuck you,” you whisper.

he just stands there.

then slowly walks toward you.

“what’s wrong?” he murmurs. “truth too heavy now that you’re a mom?”

you just shove him, hard.

but he just laughs.

“you think you’re better than me now?”

“i’ve always been better than you.”

“yeah?” he steps closer, until your back hits the counter. “then why do you always let me back in?”

your breath catches.

“you don’t get to ask that.”

he leans in.

“why not?”

“because i hate you.”

“no, you don’t.”

his hand slips around your waist. slow. familiar. awful.

you try to twist away, but he doesn’t let you.

“nam-gyu—”

“you don’t hate me.”

his mouth finds your neck. and for a second, you forget how to breathe.

you hate him.

you hate how your body reacts to his voice.

his fingers press into your waist. he drags you closer.

“you miss it,” he whispers. “miss me.”

you dig your nails into his shoulder.

his mouth crashes into yours.

it’s angry. ugly. all tongue and heat and months of silence turned physical. he presses you against the counter like he wants to carve the memory of this into your skin. like he needs it to mean something, even if it doesn’t.

your hands are in his hair again.

your heart’s still breaking.

and you know when he finally pulls away, when he disappears again, when he ghosts your texts for four days straight. it’ll still feel better than the silence he leaves behind.

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hoped you liked it <3 thank you for the request 🩷

a/n: english is not my first language, if you spot any misspellings or mistakes my apologies 🕯️

[niniwritesxo]

”fuck, just don’t ruin this moment”

nam-gyu x fem reader

summary:

what happens when nam-gyu offers to help you with the stress you keep having after games?

warnings: smut, hair pulling, some cursing and use of y/n once or twice

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―୨୧⋆ ˚

the fluorescent lights above you flicker like they’re mocking you.

you don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there, back to the cold wall, knees pulled to your chest. the blood on your hands has dried, cracked into the lines of your skin. not yours at least, you don’t think so. someone else’s. someone who didn’t make it. maybe someone who screamed. maybe someone you pushed.

your chest tightens. you can’t remember. you don’t want to.

your body is trembling, fingers twitching without reason. everything feels loud. your own heartbeat in your ears, the distant echo of footsteps outside, the way the vents hum overhead like a bad omen. every sound makes your spine flinch.

no one talks about what happens after the games. after you survive. no one tells you how it’s not winning, it’s just being left behind.

you don’t hear the door open. or maybe you do, but you’re too far gone to look up.

not until you feel the shift in the air. the quietness. then a sound. soft, deliberate steps on the tiles.

you blink. and when your eyes drag up, there he is.

nam-gyu.

he doesn’t speak. doesn’t smile. he lowers himself to a crouch in front of you like he’s approaching something wild and cornered. and then, without asking, without ceremony, he kneels.

his chin rests against your knee.

your breath stutters. your eyes sting. you want to shove him away, to scream, to ask what the hell he thinks he’s doing. but you can’t move. you can barely breathe.

he studies your face for a long moment, not pitying. not soft. just… watching.

and then he says, calm and clear:

“you don’t have to feel anything.”

his voice is the first real sound that doesn’t feel like static.

“just use me,” he adds. “take what you need.”

you stare at him.

nam-gyu doesn’t blink. doesn’t smirk. his tone doesn’t change. and somehow, the steadiness of it cuts deeper than anything else could’ve.

your hands are still trembling. he notices.

his own fingers twitch once just slightly, like he’s stopping himself from reaching for you.

you wonder why he’s here. if this is some twisted joke. if he means it.

but you also wonder what would happen if you leaned in.

so you do.

you lean into his touch and kiss him, not too rough, not too hard, just desperate.

you kissed this man like this might be your last night, and fuck it felt good.

when he finally kisses you back you feel your body reacting to it.

the slight goosebumps when his hand traces your spine or the way your nipples perk at his whiny moans in-between kisses.

after what seems like hours you pull back, your back hitting the cold wall again.

”since when do you care about my pleasure huh?”

he looks like eyes lost, still having the desperation written within them.

”fuck, just don’t ruin this moment y/n”

he says a little out of breath, his hand now around your waist, holding it like he never wants to let go of it.

after what seems like forever he speaks up, glancing up, looking directly in to your eyes.

”i need you to say it”

you look up with a sly smirk, wondering what is going on inside his head.

the way his arm keeps twitching, his heartbeat is going insanely fast and the buldge you felt when you sat on top of him.

you know it could only mean one thing.

”say what nam-gyu i’m lost”

”i know you want me to fuck you”

”well do it then’’

you respond looking with a sly smirk, adjusting your weight onto his lap more.

he groans at the touch, slightly moving back and quickly pushing down his waistband. revealing his dick which is slicked with pre cum from your actions or worse, your words.

he hates to admit that anything you say makes his brain go blank and simply horny like a motherfucker.

nam-gyu quickly puts up his hand spitting in it and starts stroking his cock, slowly.

at first he starts off stroking it lazily, no rhythm, just slowly stroking it while looking at you trying to get a reaction out of you.

and it does.

”are you going to do all of the work or-”

you respond, looking at him dumbfounded.

”shut up”

he cuts you off grabbing the back of your head, twisting your hair all together into his fist.

”suck it then, if you are so fucking impatient”

your head comes flying down as he yanks your hair aggressively. your lips slightly part as his dick enters your mouth.

every now and then you moan a little bit which makes him twitch, the way he praises you only makes it better, sloppier and hotter.

right before you can process it he is turning you over and has you sitting on all fours, his fingers slightly pressing his tip onto your tight pussy.

his hands were on your hair, pulling it as he is moving aimlessly inside of you.

”fuck you are so good for me”

your walls clenched against him, your breath hitching with his every thrust.

he shuddered when your body moved against his, whimpering at every little thing you did.

he softly planted kisses along your jawline, after throwing his head back.

"you make such sweet sounds for me, sweetheart," he says, his face now buried in your neck.

"you make me go insane, you know that huh?" he ask, his lips moving against your throbbing skin.

he grabs your neck, probably bruising it in the moment. deep grunts, a desperate rolling of his hips against yours.

you simply just roll your head back, thrusting onto his dick hitting your sweet spot.

when you look behind you you see him just admiring you, your moans and desperate pleas to cum.

with a sly smirk on his face he speaks up, hurriedly and out of breath.

"you wanna cum, yeah? cum for me, baby."

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a/n: okay this was my first time writing actual smut, i hope it likes readable and not too cringe

(my first language is not english so if you see any misspellings or mistakes my apologies 🩷)

[niniwritesxo]

Can you do one where Yn comforts Nam-gyu

Basically takes place after 4th game. Nam-gyu finds out he lost the necklase with drugs and goes to the guard, asking if he can go back, after the confrontation that happened in the scene. He goes to Yn and she just basically takes care of him (comforting, hugging him, giving him her water, holding him in her sleep, helping him etc.) And ONLY IF YOU WANT TO you can add there, where she helps him in the jump rope game.

‘someone took it’

nam-gyu x fem reader

(i kinda realized midway writing this that i am not the best in writing soft nam-gyu but please bare with me 😞)

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―୨୧⋆

the dorm smells like sweat and fear. people are talking, whispering about the game, but nam-gyu is pacing. again. same five steps, same frustrated hands running through his hair. over and over.

you watch him from the bunk, not saying anything yet, not until he speaks first.

“someone took it,” he mutters. “i know they did. someone bumped into me right when we got out and now it’s just gone.”

his voice is tight. not desperate, just angry. cracked around the edges.

“you sure it didn’t fall off?”

he whips around to face you. “i always check. always. it was there before the game. i checked after we won. and then someone brushed past me and now—” he gestures wildly to the empty space around his neck. “nothing.”

you shift, sitting upright on the bunk. “maybe it fell. we can check around—”

“no. no, it didn’t fall.” he shakes his head. “you think people here don’t know what’s in that necklace? you think they wouldn’t grab it if they had the chance?”

you go quiet. because you know he’s right.

he sits down on the edge of the bed, jaw clenched, knee bouncing.

“i stole that necklace off thanos before he died. he didn’t even notice, and now it’s gone because some piece of shit decided to bump into me like it was nothing.”

his hands are shaking, just barely.

you scoot closer.

“who bumped into you?” you ask.

“i don’t know,” he mutters. “it happened so fast. i didn’t get a good look. just felt the hit and kept moving. like an fucking idiot.”

you rest your hand gently on his arm. he doesn’t pull away.

“you’re not an idiot,” you say quietly. “you’re exhausted. you’ve been watching your back nonstop. anyone would’ve slipped for a second.”

he looks down at your hand on his arm. then up at you. his eyes are sharper than they were yesterday, not glazed like they were when thanos left. now they’re wide open. and pissed off.

“i hate this place,” he says suddenly. “i hate that i can’t even breathe without wondering if someone’s planning something. i hate that it got to me. that i need something just to feel okay.”

you nod. then, after a beat, you move slowly, carefully, and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

he stiffens for a moment, like he’s not used to the contact. then breathes out, and sinks into it.

“you don’t need those pills to survive this,” you whisper. “you’re smart. you see things other people don’t. that’s why you’re still here.”

his voice is low, half into your shirt. “but it helps.”

you smile a little. “yeah. i know.”

you stay like that for a while. just holding him. his breath slowly evens out. he’s still mad, that kind of sharp, quiet anger that doesn’t go away overnight but it softens around the edges when you’re this close.

eventually, when the lights go out and people start settling in, he doesn’t even ask.

he just lies down beside you, facing the wall, and lets you tuck the blanket over the both of you. your hand finds his under the sheets, and you squeeze it once.

he squeezes back.

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thank you so much for the request ! i hope you liked it <3

a/n: english is not my first language, so if you see any mistakes or misspellings my apologies 🩷

[niniwritesxo]

please write namgyu x reader keys and knives games where hes whipped for the reader basically 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁

‘that was hot’

nam-gyu x fem reader

warnings: knives and death

i realized midway writing this he might not be THAT whipped but bare with me ;(

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you didn’t know how much longer you had.

the voice had stopped announcing the countdown. which made it worse. made it feel like it could all end mid-step, mid-breath, mid-blink.

a player fails to kill = a player dies. and you were still holding your knife like it might bite you.

you hadn’t stabbed anyone.

hadn’t even tried.

and now you were just walking one hand trailing the wall to steady yourself, hoping some corner would give you a clue on what the hell to do.

you’d thought you could stall. thought you might be able to outlast it.

but the walls were closing in.

and every second felt like a countdown in your ribs.

just then

you heard something.

low. muffled. not footsteps, a struggle. a grunt. and something heavy shifting.

you turned the corner slowly.

and your stomach dropped.

nam-gyu.

his knee was pressed down hard on a guy’s chest. one hand over the man’s mouth, the other gripping a knife already stained red.

his head tilted at the sound of your steps

and the moment he saw you, his whole body stilled.

then he smiled.

like finally.

like you were exactly who he wanted to see.

“there you are.”

your fingers tightened around your useless knife.

“what—”

“what are you doing?”

he shifted his weight without taking his eyes off you. his hand was still clamped tight over the struggling man’s mouth.

“holding him for you.”

you just stared at the him.

“what?”

“you didn’t kill anyone, right?’’

“figured i’d help you out.”

he said it like it was nothing. like it wasn’t a man dying under his hands.

“why?” you asked.

nam-gyu raised an eyebrow.

“because you’re interesting.”

your chest tightened.

“you don’t even know me.”

“i’ve seen enough.”

“you’re different.”

he let go of the man’s mouth just long enough for the guy to choke out a noise then clamped his hand back, barely looking down.

his eyes stayed on you. steady. focused. curious.

“you going to do it?” he asked quietly.

“or should i just finish him and let you die?”

you flinched.

he saw it.

“don’t worry. i don’t want you dead.”

his voice dropped just a little. like the end of that sentence was something he didn’t quite say, yet.

you stood frozen. the man beneath him was crying now, barely trying to fight. he knew what was coming.

and you?

you weren’t sure what scared you more, the idea of doing it or not doing it.

“you need to pass,” nam-gyu said simply.

“i don’t need him.”

he wasn’t pushing you. wasn’t threatening. just watching. waiting. like he wanted you to step forward on your own.

and maybe it was the way he looked at you, not like you were weak, but like you could do it if you just let yourself.

like he already knew you would.

so you moved, step by step. slowly.

he didn’t stop you.

he sat back on his heel, still pinning the guy, and kept his eyes on your face the whole time.

you knelt.

your hands were shaking. the knife in your grip felt heavier than anything you’d ever held.

nam-gyu’s voice came low, quiet.

‘’fast. it’s easier.”

you nodded once. barely.

and you did it.

the man stopped moving almost instantly. the silence after felt louder than any scream.

you stayed still. not crying, not shaking, just still.

then,

a low exhale.

nam-gyu leaned back, letting the man’s body fall limp beneath him. he looked at you like you’d just become something new in front of him.

like he liked it.

“well.”

a slow grin crept into his mouth. not manic. not wild. just pleased.

“that was hot.”

you looked up at him sharply, stunned.

he laughed, soft under his breath, rubbing a hand over his jaw.

“took you long enough.”

“but goddamn.”

you didn’t respond.

your heart was still too loud.

but your eyes met his and something flickered between you.

not safety.

not trust.

but something magnetic.

something dark.

he reached over slowly, took the knife from your hand, and set it down beside you.

“next time…”

“don’t wait so long.”

he stood, gaze still dragging down over you like he was trying to memorize this version of you. the blood, the resolve, the quiet shock in your eyes.

“you looked good like that.”

then, with a sharp wink and one last glance:

“we’ll find you another one soon.”

and he disappeared down the hallway.

leaving you breathless.

alive.

and weirdly satisfied.

[niniwritesxo]

okay seems like y’all want nam-gyu fics !!!

please drop your requests in my request box ⭐️

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26:42

nam-gyu x fem reader

summary:

what happens when nam-gyu finds you in a vulnerable state in the key and knives game?

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―୨୧

the lights were flickering above you like something out of a nightmare.

metal groaned in the distance. screams echoed off the walls,

you didn’t want to die in a place like this.

no one did.

your hand wrapped around the key like it could protect you, but it was cold and sharp against your palm. it was a triangle. you had no idea what door it opened. you had no idea where to go.

you just knew you had to stay quiet.

stay hidden.

a pipe burst somewhere, making you jump, and you took off down another hall, sand under your feet, dust in your throat, adrenaline burning like acid.

the game was simple.

player with a key hide. players with a knife hunt.

and somewhere in the maze, there was a certain someone looking for you.

―୨୧⋆ ˚

26:42

you turned a corner too fast

and slammed straight into him.

tall. lean. eyes wild.

nam-gyu.

player 124.

his hand caught your shoulder instantly, shoving you back against the wall with a thud, and the glint of metal flashed between you.

the knife was real. not plastic. not a prop.

long, stained already.

and aimed at your throat.

he didn’t say anything for a second.

just looked at you. like he was trying to decide something.

or maybe just enjoying how scared you looked.

“you’re shaking,” he muttered finally, tilting his head.

his voice was too calm.

off.

you couldn’t breathe.

his grip on your shoulder tightened.

his eyes flicked down.

“key?”

you didn’t answer.

your fingers clenched around it.

“come on,” he smiled that unnerving, tilted smile like his brain was splitting in two.

“show me.”

you slowly opened your hand.

triangle key. silver. trembling.

he whistled, low.

“lucky girl. you might make it out.”

he lifted the knife.

you flinched.

“i could take it,” he said, voice turning sharp like the blade. “so that way you can’t even find the exit and someone else will finish you off.”

you froze.

your back was flat to the wall.

he leaned in closer. you could smell sweat. blood and whatever the hell this place was doing to him.

then he laughed.

low. twisted. like something breaking inside his chest.

“but damn,” he muttered. “you’re hot when you’re scared.”

his eyes scanned your face, the way your lips were parted, your breath caught.

“maybe i don’t wanna kill you yet.”

your heart slammed against your ribs.

“what?”

“shh‘’

he pressed a finger to your lips.

“don’t ruin it.”

―୨୧⋆ ˚

22:13

he didn’t stab you.

he didn’t take the key.

instead, he stepped back slowly, his eyes still on you, like a wolf playing with its food.

“you should run, triangle girl,” he said softly.

“before i change my mind.”

your legs nearly gave out, but somehow you turned and ran.

every step felt like your spine would split open.

he didn’t chase you.

but you could still feel him.

watching.

somewhere in the maze.

00:09

you found the triangle door.

you shoved the key in with shaking hands.

it opened.

barely.

you crawled through it like an animal, lungs about to explode.

you didn’t even hear the siren.

you just collapsed.

alive.

barely.

and that’s when you heard a loud voice making everyone look up.

‘player 124 passed’

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y’all know i HAD to write about season three nam-gyu because i am so obsessed help

a/n: english is not my first language so if you see any mistakes or misspellings my apologies! ⭐️🕯️

[niniwritesxo]

hey y’all! just letting you know i will be writing for lukas again ;) just give me a few days / a week xo

and i will write all the requests guys i didn’t forget about you 🩷

[niniwritesxo]

‘busy’

bertel bäck x fem reader (slow burn)

summary: bertel was known for trying to set dan-ole up with a woman but what happens when he spots you while on his mission?

a/n: (i would have never guessed i would write fanfiction for botnia paradise but here i am)

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bertel bäck had never looked more out of place. sequins, sunglasses, and a self-declared sense of purpose. the ferry’s upper deck smelled like sunburnt tourists and orange juice concentrate.

next to him, dan-ole stood rigid as a broomstick, clutching a cup of watery juice like it might protect him from further conversation.

and beside dan: eva-lisa, standing politely with both hands folded in front of her. she was wearing a sensible cardigan and looking at her shoes like they were whispering secrets. the wind caught her bangs every few seconds and she didn’t bother fixing them.

“you’ve got to do something,” bertel said, clapping dan-ole on the back hard enough to make him wince. “you can’t just stand next to her for the next two hours like some kind of… emotional support lamppost.”

dan flushed. “we were just… talking.”

“no you weren’t,” bertel said. “she said something about crossword puzzles and you said ‘yeah’ and then stared at the floor. i’m trying to help you here. dinner. tonight. you ask, she says yes, it’s magic.”

“i… i don’t want to make her uncomfortable.”

“look at her, she’s practically humming with interest.”

eva-lisa glanced up. “hmm?”

bertel blinked. “see?”

she smiled softly. “sorry, i was thinking about that sudoku earlier.”

dan-ole beamed like she’d quoted poetry.

bertel looked like he might combust.

“i’m just saying,” bertel continued, turning slightly to address both of them, “this ferry has one decent restaurant. you are both weirdly obsessed with birds and neither of you knows how to lie properly. it’s a match made in awkward heaven.”

eva-lisa turned to dan, cheeks pink. “only if you want to. no pressure.”

“maybe,” dan said, voice cracking. “i mean. sure. maybe. if you’d like.”

and right then, you showed up.

“eva-lisa,” you called, striding toward them with sunglasses in one hand and mild annoyance in the other. “i’ve been looking for you. you left me alone with that trivia guy who thinks finland has fifty states.”

eva-lisa lit up. “oh no! sorry, i got pulled aside.”

“let me guess,” you said, gaze flicking to bertel. “he’s the one doing the pulling.”

bertel turned toward you like he was posing for a movie poster. “and you must be the mysterious friend. i was hoping we’d cross paths.”

you gave him a dry once-over. “were you?”

“i’m bertel bäck.”

“great.”

“some call me a legend.”

“i bet it’s mostly you.”

eva-lisa covered a laugh behind her hand. dan-ole just stared at you.

bertel tilted his head. “and what should i call you?”

“busy,” you said.

“oh, you’re good.”

“and you’re exhausting.”

he smiled like it was a compliment. “do you always come in this hot?”

“are you always this cocky?.”

dan cleared his throat. “um… she seems very nice.”

“thank you” you said sweetly.

you turned to eva-lisa. “did you want to go to the café? you said you were craving that bad oat latte.”

“yes, please,” she said quickly. “also i left my sudoku by the table and someone might take it.”

“oh no,” you gasped. “imagine.”

you wrapped an arm around her shoulder and steered her away from the disaster zone, calling over your shoulder, “dan-ole if you want to take her out, just ask her like a normal person. don’t let the cocky guy pressure you.”

bertel shouted after you, “you’ll miss me when i’m gone!”

you didn’t even turn around. “try leaving first.”

eva-lisa giggled so hard she nearly tripped.

behind you, dan-ole turned to bertel, dazed. “i think she’s, uh cool.”

bertel adjusted his sunglasses, expression unreadable.

“yeah,” he said.

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[niniwritesxo]

hii I just read ur lukas fic called “Remember That” and i looked at the request, specifically the second request(the one circled in red) and omg I LOVE that idea.

like imagine being so down bad for someone that you learn a whole new language for them!!!

anywayss, maybe also add lukas teasing reader in lithuanian? loll

have a good day :)

‘asking for science’ (req)

lukas x fem reader

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“okay, this one’s easy,” you muttered, pacing back and forth in lukas’s living room like you were prepping for a spelling bee.

lukas watched from the couch, legs stretched out, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands like he was completely innocent and not waiting for your next verbal disaster.

“tu esi labai graži.”

you beamed. “nailed it. i know that one. it means you’re very pretty.”

lukas blinked, then raised an eyebrow. “that’s the feminine version.”

you froze. “wait what?”

“yeah,” he said, trying very badly not to smile. “you just told me I’m very pretty.”

you stared. “…but you are.”

he grinned. “aw. thank you.”

“no. shut up.”

“you think i’m pretty,” he said, voice all sing-song and smug now. “should i flutter my lashes?”

you stared at him, deadpan. “i’m gonna throw your stupid beautiful face out the window.”

he huffed a little laugh and said something in lithuanian too fast for you to catch.

“what did you just say?” you narrowed your eyes.

“don’t worry about it,” he mumbled, smiling into his hoodie.

you paused. “was that an insult?”

he didn’t answer.

you stared at him. “i know that silence, asshole.”

he finally cracked, biting back a grin. “okay. i said you’re hopeless but… cute.”

you blinked slowly. “wait did you just actually call me cute in your difficult sexy language?”

he cleared his throat and reached for the remote. “anyway.”

“no no no, rewind that scene,” you said, pointing at him. “you don’t get to say that and then pretend it didn’t happen.”

he glanced sideways at you. “you are cute. even if you sound like a malfunctioning tourist.”

your mouth dropped open. “rude.”

“truth.”

you threw a pillow at him. he caught it.

“whatever,” you muttered, opening your notebook. “i’m not giving up.”

lukas tilted his head. “you’re really learning all this for me?”

you didn’t look up. “no.”

he raised an eyebrow.

“…yes.”

lukas smiled to himself, hiding it in the soft sound of the TV.

‘‘so what’s the lithuanian word for kiss me,” you said casually, flipping a page.

lukas blinked.

“asking for science,” you added.

he cleared his throat and looked down at his tea.

“pabučiuok mane,” he said quietly.

you paused. “good to know.”

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a/n: thank you for enjoying the stories !!! your requests and support really means a lot <3 keep sending them my way if you have any ideas or scenarios you want to read ⭐️

[niniwritesxo]

Hii! I have 2 requests for Lukas, but you can just pick the one you like more:)

The first one is where Lukas gets jealous of another contestant being too friendly with the reader.

The second one is where reader tries to learn Lithuanian to impress him but keeps accidentally saying the wrong (and hilarious) things.

‘remember that’ (req)

lukas radzevičius x fem reader

summary: what happens when lukas catches a guy being a bit too flirty with you?

warnings: kind of cocky lukas (sorry not sorry)

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you were backstage at eurovision, chatting animatedly with two of the other contestants the iceland brothers, actually. you were laughing and leaning in a little too close, caught up in their jokes and easy friendship. you didn’t notice how lukas’s eyes flicked over to you from across the room.

he wasn’t the type to make a scene or say anything in front of everyone. but when you finally excused yourself and headed toward the makeup room, he was already there, waiting.

his hand found your hip the moment you stepped into the hallway, fingers pressing just enough to be noticed.

“makeup needs you,” he said, voice low, casual but with that subtle edge that made you stop.

you glanced up at him, surprised by how close he was, the sharpness in his eyes.

“they were fun,” you said, a little breathless. “you okay?”

he smirked, the faintest hint of cockiness in his tone.

“yeah, just wondering if you had fun with them, or if you forgot there’s someone else you should be paying attention to.”

his thumb traced small circles on your hip, steady and confident.

“don’t think i didn’t see the way they looked at you.”

you blinked, a little caught off guard, but there was something magnetic about the way he said it, not jealous in the desperate way you’d expect, but possessive, sure.

“i know you get flustered around me,” he said quietly, voice low enough that only you could hear.

“it’s fine. i’m not complaining.”

he leaned in, voice dropping just a little.

“just don’t forget who you’re really here with.”

before you could say anything, he leaned in, lips brushing yours briefly. just enough to catch your breath and leave your heart racing.

he pulled back slightly, eyes locked on yours with that quiet, cocky confidence.

‘‘yeah?’’

and then he stepped away, leaving you standing there, flustered and confused, your mind spinning with everything he just said, and did.

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thank you for the request 🩷

for some reason i wanted him to be a little cocky lol, hopefully you liked it !!!!

a/n: english is not my first language, if you see any misspellings or mistakes my apologies xo

[niniwritesxo]

hihii!! saw that you were taking lukas radzevičius x reader, may i request a ff in which the reader was the main inspiration for tayo akys?? you may do whatever you see fit :)) thank you so much in advance, love your work!!

‘don’t read the really bad lines okay?’ (req)

lukas radzevičius x fem reader

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you found it by accident

lukas had left in a hurry, a last-minute call from someone on the crew, something about costumes. and forgot his notebook under the seat.

you didn’t mean to notice. it was half-tucked under his hoodie, just barely visible, with one of the pages folded slightly at the edge.

you pick it up without thinking.

it’s old. soft leather. the edges worn down from being shoved in and out of backpacks. the kind of book someone’s been writing in for a while. the kind that means something.

you only mean to glance.

but then you see your name.

written, small, in the top corner of a page.

“y/n”

your fingers go still.

you sit down on the bench and open it properly.

⸻

there are little fragments all over.

some lines are crossed out. some are repeated with different words. some are just… feelings, scribbled half-formed like he didn’t know how to say it right.

tavo akys išneša mane iš galvos

you feel your heart start to thud, slow and loud.

another page has:

she sits like she’s somewhere else. eyes full of something i’ll never reach.

why do i keep looking?

her laugh is quiet. i wish i could hear it more.

some of the lines are in english, some in lithuanian. one page is just your name over and over again in different styles of handwriting, like he was testing how it looked in cursive.

you don’t know what to do.

you close the notebook gently and hold it in your lap.

he wrote about you.

not just a song. not just one verse.

like… pages.

⸻

he finds you outside, still holding it.

he stops walking when he sees it in your hands. his whole face shifts. like he’s trying to act normal and absolutely failing.

“…you found it,” he says, voice low.

you nod.

“i was gonna give it back.”

he shoves his hands in his pockets.

“did you read it?”

you hesitate.

“some.”

he looks like he wants to disappear.

“i didn’t mean for you to. i mean—i didn’t know you’d find it.”

you look at him.

“you wrote my name in it.”

he rubs the back of his neck, eyes on the ground.

“…yeah.”

“it’s about me, right? the song?”

“yeah.”

you hold the notebook tighter in your lap.

“you wrote some really nice things,” you say quietly.

he finally looks at you.

“i meant them.”

you stare at each other for a beat.

then you offer the notebook back.

but lukas shakes his head.

“keep it.”

you blink.

“seriously?”

“yeah.”

his voice is softer now.

“i think you’re supposed to have it.”

you don’t know what to say to that.

so you nod, clutching it a little tighter to your chest.

“thank you,” you say, almost a whisper.

his mouth lifts just slightly.

“don’t read the really bad lines, okay?”

you smile.

“too late.”

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thanks for the compliment, hoped you liked it !!!

a/n: english is not my first language so if you see any misspellings or mistakes, my apologies <3

i see all of you requesting for lukas btw and i will be reading them this week, thank you so much for requesting 🕯️🩷

[niniwritesxo]

better bleeding

lucid x fem reader

summary:

a week after an argument you didn’t want to talk to him ever again but what happens when he shows up at your house all bruised up?

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you were about to go to bed when you heard the knock.

it was quiet. not frantic. just… there.

persistent.

you opened the door already annoyed.

and there he was.

lucid. soaked from the rain. hoodie dark with water and blood. there was a split on his lip and one blooming bruise under his eye, sharp and dark against his skin.

you stared.

he didn’t say anything for a second. just exhaled, slow.

“you got a first-aid kit or not?”

“…what the hell happened to you?”

“does it matter?” his voice was rough. like he’d been yelling. like he hadn’t slept. “can i come in or should i go bleed somewhere else?”

you didn’t answer, just stepped aside.

he limped a little when he walked in.

you shut the door behind him. rain kept tapping at the windows like a metronome.

“sit,” you muttered. “you’re dripping everywhere.”

he dropped onto the edge of your couch with a grunt, head bowed forward like it was too heavy.

you grabbed the first-aid kit from under the sink.

when you came back, he was peeling off his hoodie with a quiet hiss. his t-shirt underneath was torn at the sleeve, blood dried in streaks down his arm.

he caught you looking.

“don’t get all weird about it,” he said flatly. “i’m not here to talk.”

“don’t flatter yourself,” you muttered, kneeling down by the couch.

you opened the kit slowly, pulling out antiseptic and gauze, and leaned in.

“this’ll sting.”

“figured.”

you pressed the cotton to the cut just below his eyebrow. he didn’t flinch.

you didn’t say anything.

not even when your hand brushed his jaw.

not even when his blood smeared faintly onto your fingers.

it was quiet.

his breathing had evened out now, slower, more tired.

he hadn’t looked at you since you sat down.

and maybe that made it worse.

because you were looking at him.

at the way his hair stuck wet to his forehead.

at the tension in his jaw.

at the raw red of his knuckles and the cut on his lip.

you didn’t mean to.

but your fingers hovered a little too long when you wiped near his mouth.

you lingered.

you saw the way his mouth twitched.

he didn’t say anything. not yet.

you cleared your throat and leaned back a little.

“you should ice that eye. it’s gonna swell.”

“yeah,” he muttered. “forgot you were good at this shit.”

“someone’s gotta be,” you said.

he glanced at you, finally.

just once. just for a second.

and his eyes narrowed, barely.

you looked away too fast.

your hand had paused, still mid-air, holding the gauze.

he noticed that.

his gaze flicked to your hand, then back to your face.

you could feel him piecing it together.

“…what?” you said, voice sharper than you meant.

“nothing.”

but he was still watching you.

and this time he didn’t look away.

you pressed the gauze to his temple.

“you always this quiet?” he asked.

“no,” you said. “i’m just tired.”

he let that sit for a moment.

then:

“you look nervous.”

you blinked. “i’m not.”

he gave a tired half-laugh. leaned back, resting his arm over the couch like he didn’t care what it looked like.

“so you’re just… breathing weird for fun?”

you rolled your eyes. “god, you’re insufferable.”

“you weren’t breathing like that last time i saw you.”

“last time you saw me, you were yelling across the hallway about how i ‘think i’m smarter than everyone.’”

“yeah,” he said. “you are smarter than everyone. that’s the problem.”

you looked at him again.

too long.

he held your gaze this time.

“…wait,” he said suddenly, voice shifting just a bit. “are you into this?”

you froze.

“what?”

he sat up slightly. “you’re into this. you like it when i’m beat to hell.”

“i don’t.”

“you do.” he said it like he was realizing it as he spoke. “holy shit—”

“shut up.”

“is that why your hands were shaking?” he laughed once, then winced. “you’re so fucking weird.”

you grabbed the bottle of antiseptic and shoved it at him.

“clean your own wounds.”

he didn’t take it.

he was still staring.

“nah. i want you to do it.” his voice was low now. slower. “it’s better when you’re all flustered.”

you stood up too fast, knocking the kit over a little.

he smirked.

“i hate you,” you muttered, heading toward the kitchen just to get away.

he leaned back again, watching you leave.

“sure you do,” he called after you. “but you didn’t tell me to leave.”

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saw freakytales last night and my jack champion obsession instantly came back oops anyways hope you enjoyed it !!!

(a/n): english is not my first language so if you see any misspellings or mistakes my apologies :)

[niniwritesxo]

more than just a photo dump?

hamzah x fem reader

summary:

how will fans react when hamzah’s photo dump looks a little to much like yours?

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you don’t make couple content.

you don’t even follow each other on instagram.

and yet for some reason the internet decided you and hamzah were a thing.

you’ve never been in his videos. never streamed together. you’re not part of the slushynoobz circle. your vlogs are quieter, dry edits, simple captions, chill gameplay streams.

he’s louder. faster. messier.

but your content overlaps in the way playlists do, unexpected, but satisfying.

and somehow, every few months, your timelines sync up just enough to send fan accounts spiraling.

⸻

tonight is one of those nights.

you post a photo dump around 7PM.

no caption. not even a dot.

@noty/n:

the vibe is: i was somewhere doing nothing.

an hour later, hamzah posts his.

@hamzahthefantastic:

the posts aren’t flashy. they’re not even good. but they’re identical in mood, in lighting, in too many things.

and within ten minutes, twitter is cracked wide open:

@hamzahfanpage: “nah this is actually insane”

@slushernoobz: “do they think we’re stupid”

@slushionoobz: “they posted 53 minutes apart. they’re either dating or legally obligated to keep us guessing.”

@hamzahisfantastic: “they are the most accidentally obvious people alive.”

you text mandy:

“okay so twitter is going insane”

she replies:

“don’t tell me you two are hanging out right now...”

you glance over at hamzah, who’s eating fries off your plate, phone in hand, fully aware.

“you think we should stop posting at the same time?” you ask.

he chews. shrugs. “let them figure it out i guess.”

you nod. then grab your glass back.

you’re halfway through scrolling the theories when he says, ‘‘we could just tell them’’

you snort, toss your phone aside, and reply.

‘‘and ruin their fun?’’

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a/n: hey y’all i’m back !!! i needed like a few weeks to just come up with ideas and take some time for college (it’s so tiring help) anyways i hope you liked it ! 🕯️

[niniwritesxo]

‘i saw you staring’ pt.3

hamzah x fem reader

summary:

it’s been a few days since hamzah had insulted you, the days after are awkward and..distracting to say the least.

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you weren’t in front of the camera this time.

martin had told you to just sit behind it, monitor the footage, let them know if anything looked off.

it was an excuse.

things between you and hamzah weren’t bad anymore, but they weren’t normal, either.

you weren’t fighting. there were no jabs, no passive-aggressive texts, no weird silences. but something was still off. there was something thick in the air, something you hadn’t figured out how to break through yet.

so now you were here, sitting behind the camera, watching them set up for the video, pretending you weren’t hyperaware of every single time hamzah moved.

but he didn’t look at you.

not once.

you noticed immediately.

he greeted martin, he sat down, he leaned back into the couch and started scrolling through his phone, but he didn’t even glance in your direction.

it was stupid how much you noticed it. how much it irked you.

not that you wanted his attention.

but it was just… weird.

you were used to him looking. teasing. smirking like he was waiting for you to slip up.

but now?

nothing.

“you guys ready?” martin asked, looking between you and hamzah.

hamzah nodded, adjusting his mic.

you didn’t say anything.

⸻

you should’ve looked away.

you should’ve looked away.

because hamzah wasn’t even trying to mess with you today, and that somehow made it worse.

the video was chill. no dumb antics, no over-the-top jokes, no baiting.

but somehow, that made him even harder to ignore.

because now, every single thing he did was completely unintentional.

the way he rolled his sleeves up absentmindedly, revealing his forearms. the way he ran a hand through his hair when he was thinking. the way his brows furrowed slightly when he concentrated.

and the worst part?

you weren’t even being subtle about it.

you kept looking. kept getting distracted, kept spacing out when you should’ve been watching the footage.

at one point, martin had to nudge your foot, muttering something about making sure the audio levels were fine.

hamzah didn’t seem to notice.

but he did.

you just didn’t know it yet.

⸻

filming wrapped up.

you exhaled, stretching your arms as martin started checking the footage.

“yo, you wanna grab food after this?” he asked, looking between you and hamzah.

you nodded, already standing up. “yeah, i’ll meet you guys in the kitchen.”

you just needed a second. away from all this weird tension. away from him.

but just as you were about to leave the room, hamzah’s voice stopped you in your tracks.

“yo, y/n.”

you turned, stomach twisting.

“what?”

he was still sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees, looking down at the floor.

but then he glanced up.

straight at you.

something flickered in his gaze. something unreadable.

and then he said, voice steady.

“you think i’m blind?”

your breath caught.

hamzah tilted his head slightly, gaze locking with yours, expression unreadable.

“i saw you staring.”

you forgot how to breathe.

your fingers curled at your sides. your heart slammed against your ribs.

he didn’t smirk. didn’t laugh. didn’t say it like it was a joke.

he just said it. like it was a fact. like there was no point in denying it.

your throat felt dry. your entire body felt disconnected.

hamzah held eye contact for just a second longer, then stood up.

and just like that, the moment was over.

he walked past you, bumping your shoulder slightly.

but he didn’t look back.

you exhaled. finally.

you had no idea what just happened.

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

you weren’t sure what exactly had changed between you and hamzah.

all you knew was that it had been a week since that night in the gym, since he had called you out, since he had looked you dead in the eye and said you think ‘‘i’m blind? i saw you staring at me’’.

and you had not been the same since.

you had ignored him for a full day after, purely out of self-preservation. but then he started texting you normally, acting like nothing had happened, and you just… went along with it.

but things weren’t normal.

not really.

because you were still thinking about it. still thinking about him.

the way his voice had sounded in that moment, lower, rougher, amused but also serious in a way that made your stomach twist.

the way he had looked at you, like he knew.

like he had always known.

and now every interaction felt charged, even when you weren’t doing anything.

like tonight.

martin had invited hamzah over to film something for the channel. you weren’t in the video, just sitting behind the camera again, while they recorded. pretending you weren’t very aware of hamzah’s presence the entire time.

he wasn’t even looking at you.

wasn’t teasing you. wasn’t playing into whatever was there.

but somehow, that made it worse.

you could feel him.

every time he moved, every time he ran a hand through his hair, every time he adjusted his posture or flexed his fingers or licked his lips without thinking.

you didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose.

but you were definitely suffering.

you stayed quiet, staring at the screen while they talked, while martin got loud and dramatic and hamzah just smirked and looked unbothered.

you told yourself it was fine.

you told yourself you were normal.

but then it was over.

and suddenly, you weren’t behind the camera anymore.

suddenly, it was just you and him.

⸻

martin had left the room to take a phone call.

you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone like you weren’t hyper-aware of the fact that hamzah was sitting next to you, leaning back against the cushions, stretching out his legs.

the room was quiet.

and then

“so.”

you glanced up.

hamzah was looking at you now, head tilted slightly.

his eyes flickered over your face.

that’s when he spoke up.

“you gonna keep ignoring me, or you gonna admit it?”

you blinked.

your pulse jumped.

“admit what?”

hamzah smirked. “that you were staring at me the whole time.”

your stomach dropped.

heat rushed to your face.

“i was not—”

“bro.” he leaned in slightly, voice low. “don’t even try it.”

your mouth opened. closed.

because you had been staring.

and you had thought he wasn’t noticing.

but clearly, you had been wrong.

hamzah just watched you, his smirk deepening.

then—

“you really think i’m blind?”

you exhaled sharply.

his voice was calm. smooth. like he wasn’t calling you out in real time.

your jaw clenched.

then, before you could even think of a response.

hamzah shifted.

leaned in closer.

his voice dropped even lower.

“or did you just want to get caught?”

your brain disconnected.

you didn’t know where to look.

his mouth. his hands. the way he was leaning in just slightly, like he was testing the waters, like he was waiting to see if you’d flinch or pull away.

you should’ve.

but you didn’t.

you couldn’t.

the air was thick, the silence deafening.

and then—

the door opened.

“yo, what are you guys—”

you jerked away.

hamzah just sighed, leaning back against the couch like nothing had happened.

martin paused, glancing between you.

then he narrowed his eyes

“nah, this is crazy.”

you clenched your jaw.

hamzah rubbed his temple.

martin grinned. “did i interrupt a make out? sorry i-‘‘

“leave.”

“not until you admit it.”

you glared at him.

he just smirked.

“oh, this is gonna be fun.”

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‘get in the ring’ pt.2

hamzah x fem reader

summary:

while sparring with hamzah, he finally speaks his mind, not realizing the impact it might have. (little bit of angst btw)

-> pt.1

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you were already pissed off before he even showed up.

it had been a bad training session. your movements still felt stiff, your ribs still ached if you twisted the wrong way, and every punch you threw felt half-assed weaker than you knew you were capable of.

you hated that.

so you stayed late, pushing through the frustration, throwing combinations at the heavy bag until your knuckles burned and sweat dripped into your eyes.

you didn’t even hear him walk in.

“y/n,” hamzah’s voice cut through the room, disapproving. “why the fuck are you still here?”

you exhaled sharply, stepping back from the bag. “because i train here.”

“you were supposed to be taking it easy.” he walked over, arms crossed, giving you that same judgmental older brother look he always pulled when he thought you were being reckless.

you ignored it, shaking out your arms. “i am taking it easy.”

hamzah looked at the sweat dripping down your temple. then at the redness on your knuckles. then at the slight stiffness in your posture.

he gave you a flat look. “yeah. sure.”

you smirked, tilting your head. “you worried about me or something?”

hamzah scoffed. “nah, i just don’t wanna hear you cry about it later when you make it worse.”

“cute,” you said. “i’ll keep that in mind when i beat your ass.”

hamzah raised a brow. “oh?”

“mhm.” you started unwrapping your hands, rolling out your wrists. “unless you’re too scared to fight me.”

he grinned. “me? scared of you?”

“could be,” you said casually. “wouldn’t blame you.”

hamzah let out a low laugh, shaking his head. “get in the ring y/n.”

—

you hit the mat hard.

again.

you barely had time to register the ache before hamzah was straightening up, rolling his shoulders like that takedown hadn’t just ended your entire night.

you pushed up onto your elbows, breathing heavy, ribs aching. your body still wasn’t back to full strength, and you knew that. you had told him that.

but hamzah just scoffed, wiping sweat from his forehead. “yeah, this is what happens when you let your ego get in the way.”

your stomach twisted.

he wasn’t joking.

he wasn’t grinning, wasn’t being his usual annoying, dumbass self but he actually meant it.

your jaw clenched.

hamzah exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “bro, i don’t even know why you’re pushing so hard. it’s not like you’re gonna make it big or anything.”

the words hit harder than the mat had.

you froze.

hamzah must’ve realized he said the wrong thing, because his posture stiffened.

but it was too late.

the damage was done.

you didn’t say anything, just stood up and grabbed your wraps.

“yo, i didn’t mean it like that,” he started, stepping forward.

you ignored him.

“y/n—”

you shoved past him, slinging your bag over your shoulder and walking out without a word.

—

you didn’t answer his texts.

or his calls.

or his sudden, random-ass attempts to facetime you at weird hours of the night.

at first, he was dramatic about it.

hamzah:

seen? this is crazy

hamzah:

you can’t be serious rn

hamzah:

i was JOKING

hamzah:

ok fine be mad

:/

then he started getting passive-aggressive.

hamzah:

hope you’re having fun sucking at fighting by yourself

hamzah:

don’t ask me for help when you lose again

hamzah:

damn u really not gonna say anything?

hamzah:

fine stay mad

then finally he went quiet.

and that was worse.

because now you had time to think. to replay the moment over and over. the way he had looked at you. the way he had meant it.

hamzah talked shit all the time, but this was different. this wasn’t just a dumb joke or a throwaway insult.

this had hit something deeper. something real.

because what if he was right?

—

when you finally saw him again, it wasn’t planned.

you walked into the gym, expecting an empty training room, only to find him already there, sitting on the bench near the lockers, scrolling his phone.

the second he noticed you, he sat up.

“yo.”

you didn’t answer, walking straight past him.

“so we’re still doing this?”

nothing.

hamzah exhaled sharply, standing up. “y/n, you know I didn’t mean that shit.”

you clenched your jaw, but kept wrapping your hands.

he sighed, stepping closer. “look, i was just talking shit, alright? you always talk shit back how was i supposed to know you were actually gonna get mad?”

you finally looked up, meeting his gaze with an icy stare. “because it wasn’t just talking shit. you meant it.”

hamzah’s mouth opened, then shut.

you scoffed. “yeah. exactly.”

he ran a hand over his face, exhaling. “bro, i—”

“don’t,” you cut him off, tightening the wraps on your hands. “not unless you’re about to say it to my face again.”

his eyes flickered. “you want me to?”

you tilted your head, stepping forward until there was barely any space between you.

“try me,” you said.

hamzah searched your face, something unreadable passing through his expression.

then he smirked. just barely. “nah. i like my chances better in the ring.”

you held his gaze for a long moment, muscles tense, waiting.

then you nodded, backing up. “good choice.”

you turned and walked toward the training mat, not looking back.

but you felt his eyes on you the whole way there.

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okay kinda angsty oops 😞

i was listening to this show while writing this btw

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‘malfunctioning’

hamzah x fem reader (use of a pet name btw)

warnings/tags: use of pet names and one mention of y/n (that’s you queen)

summary:

as a youtuber you often stream games, lifestyle stuff, anything really but this stream a certain someone can’t stop texting you.

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this was supposed to be a normal stream.

you were answering questions, laughing, casually scrolling through chat like it was just another day.

but then your phone vibrated.

hamzah: baby, you look too good to be sitting there all innocent.

your breath stutters.

your fingers twitch against the mouse, but you keep your face neutral, pretending like that didn’t just completely throw you off.

“uh—yeah, so anyway—” you force a smile, glancing at the chat.

but then—

buzz.

another message.

you don’t want to look. you shouldn’t look.

but your eyes flick down anyway.

hamzah: bet your thighs are pressed together right now huh? i know you too well y/n.

your whole body tenses.

the chat notices immediately.

↳ WHY DID SHE JUST STOP TALKING LMAO

↳ she’s not even blinking HELP

↳ nah what was that deep breath girl we see you

you try to recover, clearing your throat. “sorry, got distracted anyway, favorite movie? um—”

buzz.

hamzah: if i told you to be a good girl and end this stream right now, would you?

your jaw clenches.

when you look over to answer the next question and the chat is losing it AGAIN.

↳ SHE IS MALFUNCTIONING WTF IS GOING ON

↳ WHO IS TEXTING HER DROP THE NAME IMMEDIATELY

↳ THIS IS A HISTORIC MOMENT

you inhale sharply, shifting in your chair, pretending you’re just adjusting your posture and not actively fighting for your life.

you pick up your phone, not to check the message, but to type back one thing before shutting it off.

y/n: you’re done.

then you smile sweetly at the camera.

“alright, i think that’s enough for today.”

the chat explodes.

but you ignore it.

because you know the second this stream ends, you and hamzah are going to have a conversation.

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aaaah thank you for the love on the hamzah one shots <3 really appreciate it cuties !!!

i was listening this on repeat while writing this btw lol

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‘was it baby?’

hamzah x fem reader

summary:

hamzah discovers you have a ‘thing’ for pet names while writing a essay and won’t let it go easily

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you were determined to finish this essay.

no distractions. no interruptions. just pure, focused, academic grind.

but then hamzah had to go and say that.

he was lying back against the headboard, scrolling on his phone, barely paying attention to you. you were sitting at his desk, deep in concentration, typing away until you let out a frustrated sigh and muttered, “i don’t get this part.”

without missing a beat, hamzah glanced up and said, “don’t worry, baby, i got you.”

…

your soul left your body.

you blinked. once. twice. your fingers froze over the keyboard, brain buffering at a dangerous speed.

hamzah, completely unaware, slid off the bed and leaned over your shoulder to read your screen. “which part’s messing you up?”

you still weren’t breathing.

he turned his head slightly, catching the way your shoulders had tensed. then, slowly, way too slowly, he looked at your face.

his eyebrows lifted.

“yo.”

you swallowed. “what.”

he stared at you for a second, then grinned.

“wait.” he leaned in closer, watching you squirm. “was it the baby?”

you groaned. “hamzah, shut up.”

“nahhh.” he let out a delighted laugh, plopping down onto the chair next to you. “no way. that got to you?”

“it did not.”

“you literally stopped breathing.”

“i was thinking.”

he smirked. “thinking about what, exactly?”

“nothing.”

hamzah propped his elbow on the desk, resting his chin in his palm. “so if i just—” he dropped his voice slightly, casual but dangerous“said it again, you’d be fine?”

you hated him.

he tilted his head. “hmm?”

you stood up so fast your chair nearly fell over.

hamzah just laughed, because he won.

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