crush
˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆Hamzah and you, his YouTube crush, finally do a collab
warnings: fluff, flirting, hamzahs got a huge crush, mentions of food, bad grammar ofc
Hamzah and Martin had been brainstorming ideas for their next video. They considered going with another gameplay, but felt that idea was a bit overused. They thought of doing a baking video instead, but they most definitely didnt feel like going out and buying overpriced ingredients. They finally decided on a simple and new idea; looking at each other’s TikTok feed.
So, here they sat in Hamzahs room, scrolling on Martins phone. “Dude, what the fuck is Noah Beck doing on your ForYou page?” Hamzah asked as he laughed down at the video of the thick-necked man. Martin smiled and rubbed his neck. “Yeah, sorry, just girly things,” he said as he winked at the camera. Hamzah scrolled past the video and onto the next. Hamzah went through Martins feed for about 10 minutes before he began getting bored. “Boy, what are these videos,” taunted Hamzah, handing over Martins phone. Martin side-eyed him and rolled his eyes. “Its not my fault I was written by a woman,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest dramatically.
“Aye, its your turn now bro,” Martin said, uncrossing his arms to sit up straight. Hamzahs attitude visibly shifted, almost as if he was hesitant. “Nah, nah. Here, lets see what you got goin on-” as Hamzah reached for Martins phone, he snatched it away. “Nuh-uh! You made me expose myself, now its your turn!” Martin grinned evilly at Hamzah. With a sigh, Hamzah grabbed his phone and typed in the password. He opened up TikTok and Martin took his phone out of his hand.
The first video on his ForYou page was an edit of Nettspend playing a live show. “Oh my goodness, of course,” Martin laughed, scrolling past the video. Hamzah thanked his ForYou Page for not exposing him with the very first video. Hamzahs TikTok feed may have been filled with funny videos and cool edits, but Martin soon grew bored. “Hey, lets see whats in this search history,” Martin said. As soon as Martin clicked the malevolent little magnifying glass in the top right corner, Hamzah felt his heart drop into his stomach. His brain tried to remember what he had last searched up.
By the time he realized he was done for, Martin was already listing off what the contents were. “Funny cat videos, PlayBoi Carti leak, and [username] edits…hey, isn’t [username] that one girl?” asked Martin, looking over at a blushing Hamzah. He simply nodded his head, avoiding eye contact. “Bro, whats wrong? You got a little crushy-wushy on her?” Martin nudged Hamzah with his elbow, making him slap his arm away. “Shut up, bro,” Hamzah said, looking away from the man beside him. “Well, might as well see what kind of edits people make of her,” said Martin, clicking on the text.
As if things couldn’t get any more embarrassing for Hamzah, the first video that was shown had already been favorited by him. The edit featured you in an interview. It was to the song Bitch Don’t Kill My Vibe, specifically the violin instrumental. The video was cut to show moments of you smiling at the interviewer, talking in that soft tone Hamzah adored. “Dude, FAVORITING is insane work” Martin taunted. He was enjoying this way too much. Hamzah peeked over Martins shoulder and watched the edit play. He slowly began smirking as he watched the video, his eyes softening.
Martin glanced at Hamzah and started laughing. “Dude, you’re actually breathing so heavy right now. Chill out,” he said as he pushed Hamzah away. Hamzah snapped out of his trance and glared at Martin. “Ok, next,” Martin scrolled past the video. The next edit was of you in your “Goodwill Try-On Haul” video. You pranced around in cute little tops and short dresses, looking like a million bucks. The comments were flooded with compliments on how great your body looked and how well you pulled off the clothes. Once again, the video had already been favorited by Hamzah. “Have you favorited every single one of these edits?” asked Martin, cocking up his eyebrow in suspicion. Hamzah simply looked away, trying to hide his forming smirk.
A few days had passed and the video had been posted. Unfortunately for Hamzah, when the video was sent to the editing team, Martin requested for them to keep the footage of Hamzahs little crush on you being exposed. Hamzah was livid with Martin when he saw the final product of the video. “Why the fuck would you keep that footage, dude” said Hamzah, his burning face buried in his hands. Martin rolled his eyes. “Bro, it’s not that bad. Who knows, maybe [Name] will see it and be into it,” he said in attempt to console his friend.
“I looked like a creep, shes gonna-” suddenly, Hamzah was interrupted with his phone buzzing. He snatched his phone off of the counter and opened it. Immediately, Hamzahs eyes widened in surprise. “Whats wrong?” asked Martin as he rushed over to his side.The two stared at the notification from Instagram that showed you not only followed Hamzah, but sent him a DM. He sat there, phone in hand and mouth slightly open. Martin grabbed Hamzahs shoulders. “See, bro! I told you!” he said, patting his best friends back. Hamzah quickly unlocked his phone and followed you back. He then opened his message requests and read your message.
“Hi Hamzah! I love your videos lol SlushyNoobz is one of my fave channels. I was wondering if you and Martin maybe wanted to do a collab sometime? I’ll be in the Ottawa area next week, so just lmk :)."Martin turned to Hamzah. "So what, you down?” he asked. Hamzah nodded his head and began typing a response to send to you. “Hey [Name]. Me and Martin are down for next week. Just let me know whenever you wanna discuss what we should do for the video and all that👍🏽.” Hamzah pressed send and closed his phone. His heart was beating like he’d just ran a mile, his hands were so sweaty that ity left a print on the cool glass of his phone. “Alright, the video…”
You stood in Martins kitchen, in between him and Hamzah. “Hey guys! Today, I’m with the SlushyNoobz who have graciously allowed me into their territory!” Hamzah and Martin waved to the camera. “Whats up everyone. Its your boys, the SlushyNoobz. We’re gonna show [Name] what happens when she invades our turf,” said Martin. Hamzah nodded his head along, awkwardly standing there. He tried his best not to seal glances at you every 2 seconds.
“Alright, you guys ready to get your asses kicked?” you said, smirking at the two men. Martin lifted the sleeve of his shirt and flexed his frail, pale arm. “Are me and Martin gonna have to go easy on you?” asked Hamzah, looking at you. His eyes went up and down on your body. You felt a familiar sensation in your stomach, nervous to be around Hamzah. “Nah, not at all,” you said. You had been tagged countless times in reposts of the video where his crush on you was revealed. To say the least, you were quite flattered.
“Okay, so Martin and Hamzah are gonna go against me in a bake-off. We each have our own dishes we’re gonna bake, and we’ll have Mandy taste test them once they’re done. Whichever Mandy likes the best wins,” you explained to the viewers, your hands flying around as you spoke. Hamzah paid attention to every word that came out of your mouth like it was the most interesting thing he’d ever heard.
Martin rubbed his hands together eagerly. He looked to Hamzah with a grin, and they exchanged a knowing look. “Alright, we’re thinking we should start this off with some chocolate chip cookies,” Martin declared confidently. “Big ass cookies, stuffed with all sorts of goodies. Chocolate chunks, caramel, and maybe even some pretzels for crunch.” You grinned and looked at Hamzah. “You hearing this? You think you can handle all that or what?” you asked, smiling. Hamzah grinned and nodded his head. “Yeah, I could handle all that and more,” he said.
Throughout the video, Hamzah couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on you a little longer than necessary, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. He tried to play it cool, not wanting to come on too strong, but you seemed to draw him in so easily. As you helped him measure out ingredients and mix batter, Hamzah brushed against your hand and arm, letting his fingers graze yours.
“So, like this?” he asked, mixing the batter with the technique you showed him. “Mhm, just like that,” you said, guiding his movements gently. Hamzah turned to you and smiled. “Y'know, youre pretty good at this. You bake a lot in your free time or what?” You chuckled and moved your hands away from his. “Eh, kinda. I used to bake a lot, but I guess i’ve been busy lately with YouTube and what not,” you said. Hamzah nodded his head.
As he opened his mouth to speak, Martin cut him off. “Hamzah, you mustn’t fraternize with the enemy,” he said as he grabbed the bowl of mixed batter. Hamzah smirked unapologetically as he nodded his head. “You’re right, I take it back you suck at baking [Name].” Your eyes widened in fake outrage. “Really?” you said. You grabbed the spoon from the bowl you were using to mix your cake batter and flicked it towards Hamzah.
Pink batter landed on his cheek. Hamzah gasped and closed his eyes, a big smile plastered on his face. He opened his eyes and glared at you, still cheesing. “Oh yeah? That’s what we’re doing now?” he asked, stepping towards you. You giggled and put your hands in front of you to keep him from coming any closer. “Hey, chill out! Thats what you get for dissing me,” you laughed out. Martin and Mandy watched from the side, using all of their self control to not tease you two.
Soon enough, after bantering and teasing, the baked goods were finally finished. Mandy tasted the cookies and the cake. The cookies weren’t all that bad, despite the burnt caramel and charred exterior. Your strawberry cake was significantly better, topped off with vanilla frosting. “Yeah, [Name] wins for sure,” said Mandy as she held her hand over her mouth. You smiled triumphantly as Martin glared at you.
You helped Martin and Hamzah clean up the kitchen. As the three of you tidied up, Hamzah made sure he was close to you. He watched as you wiped down the counter with precision, leaving a spotless trail with the dish rag.
Once the kitchen was spotless, Hamzah leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He watched as Martin walked out and you pack up your belongings, stealing glances at you when he thought no one was looking.
Hamzah walk towards where you stood. You looked up from your camera and smiled at him. “This was fun, Hamzah,” you said as you folded up your equipment. Hamzah grinned at you and you could’ve sworn his cheeks were getting rosier by the second.
“So, whens our next video?”
(THIS WAS SO LONG BRUHH😭 but ty to @katsaresokool for requesting!!! <333 hope u guys liked this!)
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