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okay i miss tumblr i wanna be active again im back guys 😙🥂

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ ALL I WANT, written by cup1dluvhs

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ your toxic boyfriend, hamzah, finally drives you to your breaking point in the car after a gathering.

you sat in the passenger seat of both you and your boyfriends shared car, your fingers intertwining together, an all familiar sinking feeling in your gut.

you and hamzah had just left a small get together at a friends house, and what was to be a good night had ended completely differently.

hamzah had been cold recently. he wasn’t texting you back, he wasn’t putting as much effort into your relationship than he used to, and he’d been working late hours and wouldn’t make time to even as much as converse with you.

—and that night, he had hesitated telling a new acquaintance that the two of you were even together.

at first, you thought you were overthinking it, that maybe it wasn’t too serious and it was a simple slip up trying to get the words out on his behalf. but—the subtle glance he gave you out of the corner of his eye, the clearing of his throat, the lowering of his tone as he revealed your status in his life—it couldn’t have been an accident.

you glanced at him, not even trying to hide the glossiness in your eyes as he met your gaze for a fragment of a second, his fingers flexing around the wheel.

“somethin’ wrong?” he said, his voice slurred slightly. —not because he was slightly tipsy, but simply out of boredom.

“no.” you said firmly, shaking your head and bringing your knees up to you chest, your face leaned against the window.

“y/n, you’re looking at me like a kicked puppy. you have been since we got in the car. what’s up?” he said, his voice mildly aggressive, but still aggressive enough to make you snap.

“come on, hamzah. don’t fucking bullshit me. you know what.” you huffed, jumping slightly when he scoffed, running a hand through his curly hair.

“is about me hesitating when introducing you to that guy?” he said, and him being aware of the situation and your problem told you he knew exactly what he had done.

you shook your head, your lip caught between your teeth as you processed his sentence.

“listen, y/n. i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t fucking mean to and it won’t happen again. but if i’m being honest—it hasn’t felt like we’ve been together the past few weeks, so sorry if i almost forgot for a minute who you were to me.” he spat, his words hitting you like a brick.

he was the one pushing you away, not speaking to you, going out of his way to make sure your paths don’t cross in your own home, yet he was so convinced it was all your fault.

“are you fucking kidding me, hamzah? you haven’t spoken a sentence to me the past week and we live together! you keep fucking distancing yourself and now you’re trying to pin this on me?” you retorted, a tear slipping down your face as his brows furrowed and head shook.

“i don’t fucking know, y/n. i’m bored, okay? this doesn’t feel like it used to and you know that too. we’re not the same people we were.” he sighed, his brown eyes emotionless, as if you meant nothing to him. as if the past two years had meant nothing to him.

“what’re you saying, hamzah?” you choked out, your voice shaking slightly as you stared at him, awaiting the worst and silently preparing yourself.

“i think you know what im saying.” he mumbled, his eyes glued to the road, the red hue of the traffic lights illuminating the cold, black eyes that you once fell in love with. the eyes you would never look into with the same amount of love as you did two years ago. not after this.

“let me out of this car.” you hissed, tears spilling from your eyes as you attempted to open the door, fingers prying at the handle.

“y/n—its pouring rain and you’ve nowhere else to go. stay in the damn car.” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was putting up with some sort of tantrum from a toddler.

you muttered curses under your breath at him, reaching over him and pressing the unlock button on your door. you didn’t waste a second before you opened it and stepped out onto the rainy streets of toronto, shutting the door harshly behind you as you muffled the sounds of his yells for you to return to the car.

you were wearing heels, a flimsy black slip dress and nothing else. but you didn’t care. anywhere was better than in that car with him. you couldn’t believe you had ever thought that hamzah was the man you’d spend the rest of your life with, and now here you were, walking through the rain without as much as a look back, leaving him in your dust. in the past.

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ BENOFTHEWEEK MASTERLIST, written by cup1dluvhs

| taking requests but please be respectful!

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ imagines..

yet to be posted

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊headcannons..

bf!ben hcs

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ drabbles..

yet to be posted

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ smut..

yet to be posted

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ BF!BENOFTHEWEEK HCS!

taking requests + no warnings needed !

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ bf!ben who always tries to rope you into doing some of his crazy video ideas with him, and acts surprised when you say no. “what do you want me to do now?” you ask, unimpressed as he sits in front of you with a pleading look on his face. “stay in a one star rated motel with me? i can’t face this alone, y/n.” he says in a singsong tone, followed by a strain of pleas as you roll your eyes and shake your head at him.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ bf!ben who you always find passed out at his desk after refusing to drink any kind of caffeine while editing for long hours. “baby—seriously? i know you hate caffeine, but come on.” you say, removing the headphones off of his head as he raises his head groggily, before groaning loudly and slumping back down again.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ bf!ben who loves sending you reels at 3am while in the same room as you, or videos he finds funny. “ben, why do you keep sending me stuff when i’m sat right next to you?” you’ll say as you glance over at him, laughing manically, as he demands you watch every video he’s sent to you.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ bf!ben who always gifts you things he bought for videos that never fail to make you laugh. “why the fuck would i want a foot massager?” you say as he shrugs and throws it down next to you, a stupid smile on his face. “i dunno, i wont use it, and im sure you can find something to do with it.”

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ bf!ben who’ll be quieter at night when he knows you’re sleeping. you’ll be half asleep, but still manage to smile a little when you hear him talking at the desk in front of you to his camera, mic held close to his mouth. “—and yes, i am whispering because someone, my girlfriend, is asleep.”

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ bf!ben who loves taking photos of you and including them in his instagram dumps. you’ll be making your morning coffee and look up for a moment, only to be met with a camera in your face. “ben—i’ve just woken up.” you groan as rolls his eyes, pulling you into him by the waist. “don’t care, and you look adorable, so—”

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hii guys ! just wanted to come on to say those who are readers of my blog may have noticed that i haven’t been uploading as frequently as i used to, and this is all just because i’ve been so busy this summer and can’t really find proper time to release stuff which is up to the standard of my other works. i will absolutely try my best to put out stuff whenever i can, and i promise more will be coming soon ! 🤍

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would yall fw… benoftheweek stuff..

i’ve noticed that there’s not a lot of stuff on him here which is diabolical and needs to be changed so lmk ! and ofc i would still write for hamzah as well

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ INSOMNIA, written by cup1dluvhs

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ unable to sleep, you aimlessly stumble into the kitchen only to be met with your roomate, and face an awkward interaction while dressed in your skimpy pyjamas.

| warnings: none

| requests open

you wandered into the kitchen of your apartment, your eyes briefly flickering to the clock positioned on the counter top reading, in bold, 2:45 am.

you hadn’t a clue why, but you couldnt sleep. maybe it was the copious amounts of caffeine you regularly drank all catching up to you, or maybe you just weren’t tired.

nonetheless, you were bored out of your mind and had aimlessly wandered into the kitchen.

you hadn’t even thought about hamzah. your roommate, whom you met online and had been friends with since. despite living together, you didn’t see hamzah all that often, considering his schedule was completely fucked up and he would sleep during the day and work during the night editing videos.

you never ate meals together, and washed your own dishes and did your own laundry. to you, it was almost as if he was some sort of ghost. his presence was there—but he never was.

—and that’s why you hadn’t thought about what you were wearing either. a brandy set, with the shorts riding up way too high and the top leaving nothing much to the imagination either.

so when hamzah walked through the doorway, phone in hand, you were reasonably startled. one, because it had been a solid two days since you’d seen him, and two, because you were dressed in a way that you wouldn’t want him or any other man to see.

you quickly whipped around, arms crossing over your chest with no time to spare as hamzah became aware of your presence.

there was a silence for a minute. you watched his brown eyes rake over your body, and you couldn’t miss the twitch at the corner of his mouth that resembled something of a smirk.

“well hello to you too.” he said, and you didn’t miss the undertones of amusement in his deep voice.

“shut up.” you huffed, dropping your arms and giving up trying to conceal yourself. it was too late to play it off and act natural.

he cleared his throat, and once again you watched his eyes wander back down to your figure, before flickering back up to your face.

“what’re you doing up anyway? don’t you have school, or something?” hamzah said, watching you as you ran a hand through your long hair.

“can’t sleep. been trying, but i’ve ultimately decided to give up.” you said, watching him as he smiled, a weak huff of amusement leaving his mouth.

“well keep trying. you need sleep.” he said casually, but his words had your head tilting.

“sorry, aren’t you the one who sleeps a solid two hours during the day and stays up all night to edit your stupid videos?” you said, a smile forming on your face as you stepped closer to him, as if taunting him as his head snapped in your direction.

“i’m employed, y/n. sacrifices must be made. don’t worry about me though, yeah?” he said, his words leaving a scoff emitting from your lips.

“i wasn’t worried about you.” you said firmly, although your voice was less loud.

hamzah suddenly stood up from the chair he was perched in, his frame towering over you as you stood in front of him just a little too close.

“really? i think you are. nice pyjamas, by the way.” he said, shrugging and crossing his arms over his chest as his eyes raked over your body.

“shut up.” you said, your cheeks tinted a dusty pink as you turned away from him, heading back in the direction of your room.

“you already said that!” he called after you, a stupid smile on his face.

“—and i meant it.” you hissed back at him, entering your room again, this time with a pounding heart and sweaty palms.

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hi just letting you know in your recent hamzah fic u wrote "torcher" but i think u meant "torture" 😭

THIS IS FRYING ME

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ KEEP TALKING, written by cup1dluvhs

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ when hamzah doesn’t do well with long distance.

| warnings: smutty, fluff, bad language

| taking requests !

you were slumped on your bed lazily, your phone in one hand and the other moving as you spoke as if your boyfriend on the other end of the phone could see you.

it had been two months since you had to move from canada for school, and there was no denying it had been difficult.

not being able to talk to hamzah in person, run your hands through his hair after a long day with his head in your lap, touch him— it was torture.

you were telling him about your day— the same old boring stuff, yet he still was still silent, patient, and lingering onto every word you said like your conversation held great importance.

“—and then i walked around the city, and came back here. what about you?” you asked him, your heart quickening pace as you anticipated hearing about the exciting things he had gotten up to regarding the channel and all that corporate stuff.

there was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then a grunt of some type followed.

your brows furrowed, your hand gently running through your hair as you opened your mouth again.

“hamzah? is everything okay?” you questioned, and once again, the same noise rang out, before the sound of movement and bedsheets crumpling.

“—hm? oh, yeah— s’fine.” he grumbled, his voice low and husky almost as if he was trying to be quieter.

“are you sure, baby?” you said, your tone laced with concern before you heard the same grunt again.

“fuck, y/n—can you please keep talking f’me?” he said, his voice louder now, almost as if he was begging that his message would get across to you.

the realisation hit you like a brick regarding what exactly he was doing. you sat up straight in bed, bringing your knees up to your chest as you cleared your throat.

“hamzah—are you..?”

“yeah..mhm.” his voice quickly responded, and you could now hear the sound of his hand moving, his pace, and you could tell he had moved his phone for that purpose. so you would know exactly how desperate he was.

“you know you could’ve asked.” you said quietly, a small smile playing at your lips as you heard him hum slightly, almost as if he couldn’t even find words to acknowledge you.

“just miss you s’much, baby. miss touching you—fucking you, so bad.” he said bluntly, a scoff falling from your lips as you listened to him practically whine at you.

“i know— are you thinking about it? about us?” you asked, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“mhm. thinking about you under me—looking at me the way you do.” he hummed, his pace growing faster and the sound of shuffling on the other end of the phone growing more frantic.

“are you close, hamzah? keep going, yeah? can you go slower for me, baby?” you asked him, your voice soft as you heard him practically groan.

“can’t—can’t when you say my name like that.” he whined, but you could hear his pace faltering, and his movements becoming less loud.

“your doing so well, baby. keep going slow for me.” you mumbled, noticing how he began to grow louder again. he was close.

“fuck, sweetheart. m’close.” he huffed, your eyes briefly shutting and imagining him with his hand wrapped around his length, his eyes bordering between open and closed, lashes fluttering as he whined out nonsense.

“let go for me, okay? can you do that?” you whispered, and almost immediately he let out a loud groan, his movements stopping and the only sound being his uneven breathing.

“don’t know how im supposed to last another month without you, y/n.” he said in between another sigh, his voice deep and still slurred.

“you’ll live.” you said amusedly, rolling your eyes as you bit down on your bottom lip again, your cheeks flushed.

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yall after exams had my phone taken for two weeks. I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS I SWEAR. updates to come in the next few days

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exams in two days. fuck my life. that’s an update on how i’ve been doing.

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ ‘CURRENT’ BOYFRIEND, written by cup1dluvhs

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ you prank hamzah for a tiktok trend in which you call him your ‘current’ boyfriend

| warnings: swearing, fluff

| back to taking requests!

you set up the camera, a smile creeping onto your face as you bit your lip to prevent any giggles slipping out.

you had hamzah next to you, his face showing nothing but confusion as you cleared your throat, getting ready to record.

“wait—what’re we doing again?” hamzah asked, leaving you rolling your eyes as your turned to him with an aggravated expression.

“for fucks sake, hamzah! we’re telling the story of how we first met, okay?” you hissed at him, watching as he threw his hands up in the air with widened eyes, your hand tapping on your phone to press record.

“hey guys! i’m here with my current boyfriend hamzah, and we’re gonna tell you all how we met!” you said enthusiastically, observing hamzah out of the corner of your eye as you watched his brows furrow.

“—what did you call me?” he asked, visibly confused.

“my boyfriend? you are aren’t you?” you asked playfully, biting back another laugh that was threatening to spill out as you watched him shake his head.

“you said current, y/n.” he said, his tone sounding stern as he blinked at you.

“no i didn’t?” you said, trying your best to act clueless as you turned toward him.

“yeah, baby. you did.” he said, a light laugh falling from his mouth as he ran a hand through his curls, his brown eyes focused on you as you began laughing.

“anyways, i was on this zoom—”

“—girl, wait a damn minute.”

“what, baby?” you groaned, throwing your hands up as hamzah raised a finger at you as if he was some sort of elementary school teacher.

“just say i’m your fuckin’ boyfriend.” he hissed.

“but to be fair, you are my current boyfriend.’ you said, the sentence risky, but you couldn’t help saying it. you had been with hamzah for more than a year, so you knew it’d get to him.

“seriously? what am i, one of your hoes?” he said amusedly, grabbing ahold of your hips and pulling you into him as you keeled over laughing.

“get pranked, loser!” you said through your giggles as he rolled his eyes, his hand going to end the video.

“you’re so fuckin’ annoying sometimes, y/n.” he said, picking up the phone and holding it between the two of you as you rewatched the video again, your laughs only getting louder as you watched the scene play out.

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hot take but i don’t think claire and hamzah r dating guys.. not to sound like one of those fangirls trust me i will be jumping for joy if his single ahh ever gets a gf but i think its just a joke 🙏

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ ALL NIGHT, written by cup1dluvhs

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ what was supposed to be a regular night getting high with your best friend quickly turns to something more.

| warnings: flirting, tension, swearing

| short little comeback from my break !

hazy smoke filled the air as you took another drag from the blunt rested lazily between your fingers.

it was almost impossible to see— but you found now more than ever you were noticing every little feature about him— your best friend.

you had liked hamzah for months, maybe even a year, and the more time you spent with him the more hungry you felt for him. especially in times like these, where he was laid back on your pink sheets observing you through his dark eyelashes.

how could anyone not admire him?

you passed the blunt back to him, crawling closer as he reached out and took it from you.

‘how do you feel?’ he mumbled as he placed the blunt in between his lips, his tone soft, deep and inviting.

‘high. really high.’ you giggled as he bit his lip, a smile creeping onto his face as he tapped the space next to him, gesturing you to crawl over to him.

you obeyed, moving closer and sitting cross legged beside him, your heartbeat fast and pacy, and your cheeks flushed.

‘you ever do this without me?’ hamzah said, exhaling the smoke out of his mouth with his brown eyes fixated on you.

‘hm?’ you mumbled.

‘y’know..get high?’ he said, raising his brows at you with his movements paused as he waited for your response.

‘no. why?’ you said curiously, cocking your head at him as his eyes briefly flickered away from you.

‘good.’ he said bluntly, passing it back to you. you took it willingly, but you were still confused as to where exactly he was going with this.

‘hamzah—why is that good?’ you queried, your brows knitted together as he laughed slightly under his breath.

‘cause i don’t want you doin’ this with anyone else.’ hamzah said, a playful glint in his eye as you scoffed, snatching the blunt back from him.

‘and why is that?’ you said, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as he shrugged.

‘couldn’t trust you doing it alone. you’d fuck it up trying to roll it or some shit—or do too much.’ he said, his words leaving you scoffing yet again.

‘really? you’d go through three of these if i wasn’t here to stop you.’ you said, placing it between your lips, but before you could take a drag, hamzah snatched it back.

‘watch your mouth. don’t forget where you get your weed from.’ hamzah said, sitting up slightly as his eyes met yours, but this time, with a different look.

‘shut up.’ you mumbled, rolling your eyes.

‘that all you can say, hm?’ he teased, your heart beating faster as you failed to keep eye-contact with him.

‘you seem so—nervous or somethin’. you good?’ he asked, your cheeks flushing as you registered his words in your head.

‘i’m not nervous. i’m fine.’ you said firmly, your body suddenly tensing up when you felt hamzah’s hand land on your leg.

his gaze lingered on his hand for a moment before flickering back up to you.

‘i wanna do somethin’. can i?’ he said, his words taking you aback slightly as your brows furrowed, your mind trying to comprehend what he was saying.

‘uhm—yeah. okay.’ you said, finding yourself leaning closer to him out of impulse as his hand met the side of your face and dragged it towards his own.

‘just relax f’me.’ he mumbled, his face inches from yours as his lips took a drag of the blunt before blowing it in the direction of your own.

you inhaled, your mind so out of focus that you didn’t notice one of his hands resting lazily on your hip as you pulled away from him.

you swallowed, watching hamzah as he lay back again with a stupid smirk on his face.

‘i think— i think we’ve done enough.’ you said quickly, snatching the blunt from between his fingers and stubbing it out on the ashtray.

‘whatever you say, sweetheart.’ he said, your heart racing even faster at the sound of the nickname falling so effortlessly from his lips.

‘shut up.’ you scoffed, huffing as you lay back on the bed next to him, your brain struggling to comprehend what had just happened.

‘you say that a lot.’ hamzah said, crossing his arms over his chest as he turned his head in your direction.

‘you give me plenty of reasons to say it.’ you snapped at him as he rolled his eyes at you, picking his phone up from the other side of the bed.

the silence in the room gave you time to think as you pondered the outcomes of what had just happened. one option, hamzah would pretend it never happened and move on, and an alternative option would be that he doesn’t forget. and you don’t either. not that you ever would forget that.

—but you were friends.

but however friendly you were, you knew that two people don’t do what you both just did platonically and never speak about it again.

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yall i know im on a break but… i’m gonna post tn…

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slushy noobz hitting one milly is so sentimental to me💔💔like wdym these guys aren’t the underground 150-200k youtubers i discovered in jan 2024 anymore ??

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miss tumblr so bad💔 holding on for dear life right now i’m trying to study and i can’t stop thinking about what to write next for the your annoying neighbour series🙏 i might post this weekend though !