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I believed I was a bad person, and I worried so much about it. But bad people don't worry.
—M00wd
Random #Huziee moments
Hamza × Uzair
This is really very random 🙄
• Hamza was leaning over the kitchen counter, reaching for a glass on the top shelf. He was wearing a shirt so oversized and thin that the neckline slid entirely off one shoulder, exposing the sharp line of his collarbone and a generous, teasing view of his chest.
Uzair walked in and froze. The air in the room suddenly felt ten degrees hotter. He didn't say a word; he just walked up behind Hamza, his hands sliding firmly around Hamza’s waist to pull him back against his chest.
"You're doing this on purpose," Uzair muttered, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly territory. He reached forward, his fingers grazing the skin of Hamza’s chest as he hooked two fingers into the collar of the shirt, pulling it even wider for a moment just to look.
"Doing what?" Hamza whispered, though his breath hitched when he felt Uzair’s lips brush against the shell of his ear.
"This. Walking around like an invitation," Uzair growled, his hand flattening against Hamza’s bare skin, feeling the frantic thump of his heart. "If you think you're leaving the house looking like this , barely covered, chest out for the world to see you’ve lost your mind. I’m either pinning this shirt shut or I’m taking it off you and keeping you in this bed all weekend."
Hamza turned in his arms, a playful, heated look in his eyes. "And what if I don't want to wear the pins?"
Uzair’s grip tightened, his gaze dropping to Hamza’s mouth. "Then you'd better get comfortable, because you aren't making it past the front door."
• Uzair walked into the bedroom looking for his charger, only to find Hamza mid-outfit change. Hamza, startled, immediately crossed his arms over his chest, clutching a stray t-shirt like a Victorian maiden.
"Oh, please," Uzair scoffed, leaning against the doorframe. "Why are you covering up? I’ve seen more of you than your own doctor has."
"It’s the principle, Uzair! You didn't knock!" Hamza squeaked, retreating toward the closet. "I feel exposed. My eyes are up here!"
"And your chest is currently being crushed by your own arms," Uzair laughed. "Relax, you're not that special. Okay, maybe a little. But put a shirt on before you pull a muscle trying to hide your 'assets'."
• Hamza came home from a workout, his shirt drenched and clinging to every curve of his torso. He was shamelessly fanning himself with the hem, lifting it up and down.
Uzair walked into the kitchen, took one look at the display, and immediately turned around to walk back out.
"Where are you going?" Hamza called out, grinning.
"To find a bucket of cold water to dump on you," Uzair’s voice echoed from the hallway. "Or a veil. Honestly, Hamza, have some shame. Some of us are trying to live in a holy household."
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I LOVEEEE WHEN THE MASTER IS SO OBSESSED WITH THE DOCTOR TO THE POINT THEY WANT TO BE THEM LIKE FULL ON TAKE THEIR LIFE AND SKIN ITS SOOO GMGUYGUYSJHDUSJ OH MY LORD
So shout out to movie and spy master LOL (lots of love)
The Probability of us
Word count: like 400-500ish (I lost count)
Tags: fluff, mutual pinning, idiots in love.
A/n: I’m sorry this is so shorttt!! I really want to make this fic last a bit because I have no other ideas (though I’m sure I can figure it out)
You can also read here!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/88519696/chapters/234815536#workskin
“I’m thinking too much into things.” You told yourself as you stared into your bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth. “I just need to.. not worry so much.” You spit your toothpaste out and rinsed your mouth out with some water. “Everything will be fine.” You reminded yourself, smiling in the mirror to check your teeth.
Arriving at work was exhausting, between the morning traffic, the security, the busy hallways, by the time you got to your desk you already wanted to get home. Until Spencer walks in.
The way he.. brightens your day is.. unfair. You hate how much of an impact he has on your day!
“Spencer!” You smiled, a little nervous, as he walked by your desk.
“Oh hi.” He gave an awkward little smile.
You looked for something to say, but your mind and voice failed you at the same time.
“Your.. hair. It looks nice. Styled differently— did you know most women in the office don’t actually care about how they look unless they find a coworker attractive?—“ Spencer started, before noticing your embarrassed and nervous look.
“I’m sorry.” He said looking back down as he gripped his messenger bag.
Spencer realized just how weird he sounded, and quickly made his way through the bullpen He disappeared into his office so fast you almost wondered if you'd imagined the whole interaction.
You paused.
What in the world is a good response for that?
"Uh... thank you." You nodded slowly.
Spencer realized just how weird he sounded, and quickly made his way through the bullpen.
You watched him disappear into his office.
"...What?"
You stared down at your desk for a moment before looking back at your already dark computer screen
You didn't even remember sitting there long enough for that to happen.
"I'm thinking too much into things."
You pressed the space bar to wake the screen.
"He was probably just sharing a fact."
That was normal. Well... Normal for Spencer.
You logged in, determined to focus on literally anything else. Your inbox loaded and you read your first of many emails of the day,.
All of a sudden "Morning."
You looked up to see Morgan, coffee in hand.
You two weren’t really friends, but you certainly knew of each other, but now especially, Morgan was very interested in what’s going on between you and Spencer.
"Morning." You responded, a small nod.
"You know..” he started, a small grin on his face as he leaned on your desk. “Only when he’s around someone he likes does he go on like that.."
Had he been listening in?! Oh god this was so embarrassing.
“Spencer?— oh i don’t think that’s exactly true!— I think he just enjoys telling people facts and such...” your voice got quieter as you realized how ridiculous you sounded.
“Sure.” Derek smiled and moseyed his way to his desk next to Spencer.
When Derek sat down, Spencer tried to seem all nonchalant, but was quick to ask what the two were talking about.
“So uh.. what were you guys talking about?” Spencer didn’t look away from his computer.
Derek smirked and looked over at Spencer.
“Nothing to worry about pretty boy.” He turned back to his computer.
You had wandered into the break room around the same time as Spencer, where he was making his already too sweet coffee even sweeter.
“You’ll rot your teeth with all that cream and sugar.” You smiled, trying to make light conversation with a small joke.
Spencer looked at you with a surprised face. “Oh uh.. i don’t actually drink this enough to raise the probability of cavities.. it’s like drinking any other soda or eating candy.”
You looked at him with a slight head tilt. “Right..” you agreed as a smile slowly formed on your lips.
Spencer gave his regular awkward smile before handing you the cream. “Would you like any?”
You nodded and smiled. “Yes, thank you.”
As you took the creamer from him your hand accidentally touched his causing both of your faces grow pink as you quickly use the cream as he finally walks away.
Thank you again guys for all the likes!! It really keeps me going knowing that people are actually reading this lol. <3
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I want to haunt you for the rest of your days....
You're welcome, my love.
Chapter 1
"Noor beta, itna bagho mat, acha chalo phir. Mein tere saree rasgulle khalungi aur phir tum roti rehna".
"Ammii....." the bubbly voice of the now sixteen year old Meera Roy Noor Malik echoed through the kitchen of the Malik haveli as she ran away from her adopted mother. Hira malik ran behind her eldest daughter, clutching a tiffen box.
"Noor itna tamasha mat karo na beta, kal khalo na bayview mein, aaj toh meine banaliya na khana. " "Ammi par mein ne toh kal hi kaha tha na ki mein Amna aur Yalina ke saath wahan lunch keliye jaa rahi hun.."
"Aree subha subha maa beti itna shor kyun macha rahe ho? Noor beta tum toh aaj jao yalina aur amna ke saath wahan lunch keliye aur yeh khana mujhe dedo mere biwi ke haath se khana kaa ke itne sare din hue hai"
Akhtar malik's voice rang through the kitchen of the haveli as he watched his eldest daughter run from her mother. For years Hira and Akhtar had been childless. Until they stumbled upon little Noor, she was the light and joy of their lives. She was their saviour. A girl with a heart of gold and a mind so sharp. Immediately the next year after they had found Noor, Hira gave birth to his youngest, Ridha. Akhtar was thankful to his god for blessing him with such a perfect family.Looking at his once heartbroken wife filled with joy and happiness, he knew, for all the power in the world Akhtar would never trade all this. He knew he was a sinner, yet the sin of snatching another man's child had become his salvation.
Hi✨, hope you guys like it also there are a few more parts of backstory before the story actually starts, then the chapters will get longer. Please comment and let me know how it is. 💙
Ps, still can't think of a title
