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70s teenage dirtbag hamzah meeting reader at some old vhs place and immediately gushing to martin abt her ...

the WARRIORS

teenage dirtbag hamzah and reader

summary.. A chance encounter at a dusty VHS store leaves Hamzah completely hooked.. now all he can do is rewind the moment in his head and gush to Martin like an idiot.

VHS & Chill was the kind of place that smelled like stale popcorn and forgotten cigarette smoke, the scent of dust settling over old plastic cases stacked on wire racks. The sign outside flickered weakly, a busted neon “Open” buzzing against the quiet hum of the street. It wasn’t the busiest spot in town, most kids preferred the drive-in or the record store, but Hamzah liked it here. The silence. The low hum of a TV in the background playing something grainy and forgotten. The feeling that no one was really watching him, that he could just exist.

Martin, on the other hand, didn’t give a damn about silence. He was already flipping through tapes, tossing titles at Hamzah like he was quizzing him. The Last Picture Show? “Depressing.” Enter the Dragon? “Classic.” Harold and Maude? “Kinda weird, but I dig it.” Hamzah let out a breath, running a hand over his buzzed head, before reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out his camera. It was second nature at this point, filming the nothingness of his days, capturing the way life looked when you weren’t really a part of it.

And then she walked in.

Hamzah didn’t even notice her at first, not really. Just the soft jingle of bracelets, the scuff of thick rubber soles against linoleum. It wasn’t until she passed by, the scent of vanilla and something deeper, warmer, hitting him like a sucker punch, that he actually looked up. Her hair framed her face perfectly, like one of those actresses in French films he pretended to understand, and she was wearing these shoes, chunky, broken-in, the kind that made a girl look like she could stomp you out if she wanted. A black baby tee, gold jewelry catching the dim light, making her look untouchable, unreal.

Hamzah stared.

And then Martin, the menace, clocked him immediately. “Oh, hell no,” he whispered, grinning. “Don’t even say it.”

“I—” Hamzah started, but Martin cut him off.

“Dude. Every time.”

“This is different.”

“It’s never different.”

Hamzah huffed, gripping his camera like it might stabilize him. “She looks like she has good taste.”

“She just walked in, man.”

“And?”

Martin just shook his head, amused, but Hamzah could feel it, the inevitable. The way he was already forming theories in his head. What movies she liked. What kind of music she listened to when no one was around. If she’d think his camera thing was weird or if she’d let him interview her with that lazy, amused look that pretty girls always had when he got too in his head.

She was flipping through the cult classics section now, rings glinting as she ran her fingers over the spines of old VHS tapes. Hamzah was not gonna go up to her. Absolutely not. His social skills were limited to Martin and his cats, and he was barely holding onto those. But then.. then she grabbed The Warriors, tilting her head like she was debating it.

Hamzah’s mouth moved before his brain did. “That’s a good one.”

She turned, surprised, and for a second, he thought maybe he should’ve kept his mouth shut. But then.. she smiled. Not big, not showy, just enough for him to see the amusement behind her eyes.

“Yeah?” she said, flipping the tape in her hands. “Think it’s worth it?”

Hamzah swallowed, nodding. “Definitely.”

And just like that, Martin was grinning like a devil over his shoulder, and Hamzah knew he was doomed.

The second she walked out the door, the little bell jingling behind her, Hamzah let out a breath he didn’t even realize he’d been holding. He turned to Martin, eyes wide, heart still stuttering in his chest like an old car refusing to start.

“Oh, man,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, man.”

Martin just stared at him, arms crossed, already smirking like he’d been waiting for this moment. “Here we go.”

Hamzah ignored him. He was still staring at the door, like maybe she’d come back, like maybe he’d get another chance to act like a normal human being around her.

“Did you see her?” he asked, half in a daze. “Like, actually see her? The shoes, man. The jewelry. She smelled like—I don’t even know, but I think I just got cursed or something. That was—I think I’m actually losing my mind.”

Martin snorted. “Dude, she bought The Warriors. That’s literally the bare minimum.”

Hamzah whipped his head toward him, scandalized. “The bare minimum?! That’s cinematic taste, Martin. That’s culture.”

Martin held up his hands. “Okay, okay, relax, movie nerd. So what, you gonna actually talk to her next time?”

Hamzah groaned, tipping his head back. “I did talk to her.”

“Telling a girl a movie is ‘good’ doesn’t count as talking, dumbass.”

Hamzah let out another sigh, glancing back at the door. His camera was still clutched in his hands, fingers drumming anxiously against the side. Next time, he thought. If there was a next time.

And God, he really wanted there to be a next time.

I accidentally got lost in the sauce and stayed up all night writing this and now I’m running off no sleep..

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ur blog is amazing 😭😭 its like every thing i like is in this blog 🙈 ur the best!!! 😽😼🙇‍♀️

AHHH ILYSM TYY💋💋💋💋 this is so sweet omg im so glad you likeee I can’t stay consistent with the stuff I talk and write about 😭 im glad someone gets it

is there any chance you’d be doing timothee chalamet stuff? i rlly like ur writing and ur 70s theme :)) (also i love the hamzah stuff)

I meant to reply to this with the post but it’s posted now!!

what’s in LOSER MATT’s camera?

wow he’s so talented

I lost my brown mascara I’m gonna kms

I’m gonna say this here because I refuse to fight with Rebeca in a comment section but here are my thoughts. I think ppl are forgetting the target audience for these Disney movies. Whether kids want to see someone who looks like them on screen or introducing different cultures and people who don’t look like you at an early age. I don’t think you guys understand how sad it is when the only Disney princess that looks like you, the whole movie is about the struggle of a black women, when all these other Disney princesses get whimsical and quirky storylines and personalities, black girls get a movie with a hard truth within society at such a young age. That’s literally all they’ve got. And you guys think it’s so cute and funny to make hypotheticals of taking the one thing they have away with your Ariana grande casting. I get making new Disney movies but do yall know the things yall said about wish when it first came out. Yall are starting to forget how embarrassing it is for a grown person as yourself is critiquing children disney movies and your only reasoning being “the songs are bad and she’s cringey”. I promise if we all let the little kids watch wish without saying a word they would love it. She is literally a perfect example of you can’t win. Like we are moving backwards if representation is upsetting people. This is going to turn into the brown v board if we don’t stop this like seriously (if you don’t know what the brown v board experiment is, it’s basically a test that was run in the 1940s where they would get black kids and put two identical dolls in front of them, one with a white skin ton and one darker, the kids would then choose which doll was the ‘prettier’ doll and 67% preferred the white doll over the 33% who chose the black doll) you guys don’t understand representation means absolutely everything to a child more than you think. Especially in a world where a woman with a slightly darker complexion was being called snow brown. Calling her aggressive and rude and I can’t let you guys forget about the Romeo and Juliet situation where you guys bullied this girl OUT OF HER JOB. When a black woman appears slightly more masculine or without as much soft features you guys will call her Tyrone, a stud, a man. But let a masculine white girl come up on your screen you guys are calling her fine and ‘I wish my bf looked like you’ like you guys disgust me so bad. None of you had plans to watch the play, watch Snow White, or Ariel. You guys just want to be racist, plain and simple. Grow up and stop watching children’s movies at your grown age if you can’t handle diversity you fucking embarrassment. It’s not the 1930s

don't say that abt saxon pleasEE don't need to get ideas in my head rn. i get why he feels disgusted n all that but it doesn't need to end on suicide 😭😭 they were on drugs n drunk as fuck

Your right bae let me not put that in the air rn. But that’s not the craziest solution to his problem 😭🙏🏽 I wouldn’t be surprised if it was him airing the whole place out in episode one

How tf do yall be making your cai bots so scrumptious and detailed and have good writing like mine keeps giving me one liners WHAT DO I PUT. (I’m tagging because I genuinely need help)

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THIS is what I see when I say 70s douchebag Chris.