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Hasan S/O // relationship launch
this has been stuck in my head for days now, so here it issss 🥰
Her stuff just slowly but surely starts appearing in the background of his instagram posts, on his stream.
Hasan initially just acknowledges it with a short 'Oh yeah, that ain't mine' and that's it.
Eventually she, or rather hints of her, start appearing as well. A hand giving him a plate of food from just off camera, him muting himself and clearly talking to someone, Kaya being returned from a walk even though Hasan has been right there this whole time.
Everybody knows exactly what is going on and just plays along while chat is freaking out and trying to collect all the clues they can find.
A while later he starts mentioning ✨his girl✨ in conversation. Other people also start mentioning 'Hasan's partner' and from the way they talk about her it is clear that they haven't just known her for a few weeks. Like this thing has been going on for a while.
First time he actually mentions being in a relationship is him announcing he won't be streaming because he's going on a little anniversary trip with his girl.
Probably accidentally mentions his girl's name and tries to ignore it happened but eventually just rolls with it because the cat is out of the bag now anyway.
Totally lets her decide when and how to 'reveal' her face, if she even wants to at all.
The man can't keep himself from being all sappy and clingy with her though. She decides to appear on his stream or on the pod? She's sitting there with his arm around her the entire time, getting kisses on her temple, forehead or cheek at least once every hour.
unhinged alternatives:
Austin totally forgetting that nobody knows about this relationship yet and spilling the beans on stream or on the pod.
Hasan doing another Chadvice and just casually introduces one of the people there as his wife.
Hard launching the relationship by posting their wedding pictures.
IRL stream that is Hasan and QT trying to plan out a nursery. When someone in chat asks why the hell they are doing this, he just says 'Because my wife is pregnant you dumbass'.
Face reveal stream, but instead it is on Will's stream. Bestie!Will is still my fav, sorry don't make the rules.
A Fear& episode titled 'Hasan is no longer single' and them not saying anything about it until like three episodes later.
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𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽
🎀𝒜𝐹𝒜𝐵 𝑅𝐸𝒜𝒟𝐸𝑅🎀
idk why tf i just thought about this, but.
thinking about hasan/schlatt needing you to be in a video or smth and needing you to look pregnant (maybe hasan doing a bit where he says smth about you being his barefoot and pregnant trad wife, or schlatt just doing it for views) so he gets you to stuff a pillow up your shirt/dress/etc. but it doesn't look convincing enough so he orders a whole ass fake pregnant belly off amazon.
it arrives a week later and as soon as you strap it on and pull your shirt/dress/etc. back down, he's practically foaming at the mouth.
he practically jumps you, completely forgetting about the video as he proceeds to breed the shit outta you, ensuring you're definitely, *actually* pregnant before helping you back onto your feet and filming the clip.
your legs are weak and shaking, and you're visibly frazzled. clothes creased, hair messy, thighs drippy, face red, mom spaghetti. and this doesn't go unnoticed by the people!
"c'mon sweets, smile for the camera and say your line f'me, yeah?"
"good job!"
"you're so cute, with you're tummy and everything!"
#hasanabi x reader#jschlatt x reader#hasan piker x reader#hasanabi smut#hasan piker smut#jschlatt smut#schlatt x reader#schlatt smut
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Been loving your writing!
Hasan request: what it would be like to have his partner on stream? Maybe like one of those “five times they were being cute on stream” things?
Beautiful work 👍👍
🎤 I had so many thoughts for this so if you want another one of these, send another request! <3
🖇 part 2
𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺
The first time you and Hasan went viral for being cute on stream it was a clip when they were hysterically laughing at each other and when you both manage to stop laughing, you both blurt out the same inside joke at the exact same time (like this), which leads you to continue laughing until you both start tearing up and your stomachs hurt. The clip went viral with people speculating on what the inside joke meant and where it originated from and also just people fawning over how cute you were.
The second time you and Hasan went viral was when he reacted to something you made on stream (be it a song, short film, painting, sculpture, gift, etc.) and being so supportive! People couldn’t get over how proud of you he was for *weeks* after the clip went viral.
“Yeah, Y/N made this, aren’t they so cool? Aren’t they just amazing?”
He’s got a face splitting smile on his face, his cheeks are slightly red and he’s having the time of his life gushing over you in front of thousands of people.
The third time you and Hasan went viral was when you did a Q&A stream!
“How did you guys meet? So- Me and Hasan have differing stories-”
“NO! My story is the correct story, but chat will side with you because you’re a minority!”
“You’re such a liar.”
“I am not, okay. Chat. We met at one of Austin’s parties and he introduced Y/n as one of his ‘little cherubs’, okay? That’s my version of the story.”
“Well, my version is correct because we actually met at PAX but I guess I wasn’t memorable.”
“Don’t even try and do that.”
“Rate each other on a scale of one to ten.”
“What kind of question is that?”
“I didn’t hear you answer.”
“W- Obviously a ten, are you kidding?”
“Mhm… well, I think you’re a solid five.”
“FIVE?!”
"And a six on a good day, baby, we have to appreciate the small wins!"
“How do you guys make things work?”
“Because we’re hot and sexy and funny and amazing.”
“Yup.”
The fourth time you and Hasan went viral was when you did a couple’s quiz, let's just say… it went about as well as you’d expect it…
“When’s my birthday?”
“...”
“I hate you.”
“What is my middle name?”
“Uh… Friar? It’s something beginning with F, right?”
“Who am I? Friar Laurence from the hit movie Romeo and Juliet starring Leonardo DiCaprio?”
*cue intense wheezing*
“What’s my mother’s favourite song?”
“How am I supposed to know this?”
“Because you love me? I know your mother’s favourite song!”
“What is it then?”
“Frank Sinatra’s ‘That’s Life’.”
“How do you know that?!”
And, last but certainly not least, the fifth time you and Hasan went viral was a short but sweet clip of you putting your minecraft bed next to his. All would’ve been okay. If you hadn’t said what you did.
“Awww, are we gonna sleep together?”
“Yeah, and have raucous sex.”
“You make me uncomfortable.”
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HASAN NSFW HEADCANNON PLS ANYTHING WORKS!!
ask and you SHALL receive
I’ve been a longtime hasanabi fan (established in 2021 🫡) and I’ve heard WAYYY too much into about this man’s sex life you’ve picked the right person lol
NSFW HASANABI HCS!!! ❤︎₊ ⊹
- you’ve known Hasan since 2020 but you two only started OFFICIALLY AND PUBLICLY dating in like march/april/may 2023
- and if you had KNOWN the dick would be THAT GOOD you DEFINITELY would’ve confessed ur feelings earlier
- you’ll be seeing sex through a WHOLE NEW LENSE
- from dating for maybe like three weeks you already know what makes Hasan “break”
- anytime yall are out with friends? teasing. IRL stream he can’t end abruptly just to fuck you? teasing. halloween? forget it you might as well just wear a bikini because we all know that costumes being ripped APART
- your lowkey obsessed with his hands oh mannn
- and bestie…if ur into cosplay better start running (I remember one time he might’ve said something abt being like addicted to roleplay??? BUT DON’T QUOTE ME ON IT)
- he is going to want to fuck u IN cosplay
- literally thinks you’re the most beautiful thing ever to exist
- tbh you blow all his ex’s AWAYYY (am I projecting…? okay fine I am a little bit lol)
- but fr you really do he looks at you like you created the universe
- and I’m not saying you’ll be “addicted” to his dick bc “addicted” is a strong word but idk
- during his streams you’ll be bursting in and being like “heyyy whatcha doing?”
- trying to watch and engage in whatever he’s watching, trying your best to tease him without getting a TOS violation or banned, etc., etc.
- him trying to shoo you away with a stunlock but then coming to see you during a “pee break”
- y’all spend at least ten minutes going at it
- chat going like “bro is taking a long ass piss 💀”
- comes back sweaty af, hair messy…yeah we all know what happened buddy you can’t fool us
A/N: I’m so sorry I couldn’t get more requests out I’ve been so busy with school and shit and haven’t been on tumblr or even watching many of Hasan’s streams lately :’( but here’s my present to u ily all see you soon!
xoxo,
bunny!
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request: Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn’t help but steal it for female!reader x hasan xxx
i've been thinking about this a lot recently ngl i don't know how i haven't written it yet so thank you for the request anon ily | also it does get like. a tad bit steamy toward the end but it's just making out tbh
his clothes | hasanabi x fem!reader | ~850 words
There were many perks to having a giant for a boyfriend. Being easily lifted from the ground for no reason was one of your favourites, and so was the fact that when you cuddled, Hasan either squished you completely or his arms secured you to his chest with a firm comfort you’d never experienced. But the best one was his clothes.
Hasan was a fashionable guy, but he did own a fair share of t-shirts and hoodies. A lot of them were his merch designs, or things he’s owned forever, but somehow, all of them were extremely comfortable when you wore them.
Since Hasan streamed so frequently, and you normally didn’t have much to do, you’d resort to getting things done around the house to keep yourself from going crazy. So far, you cleaned the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher with last night’s dinner mess, and cleaned the living room and the bedrooms. Quickly, you took Kaya outside to pee and fed her lunch, scratching the top of her head before going to the laundry room to tackle the load you put in the dryer this morning.
It was all a mix of yours and Hasan’s clothes, since you sorted all of it by colours, whites, and darks. Staring into the basket of clothes you pulled out and were now folding was like looking into an abyss. Most of it was yours, leggings and hoodies and socks. But a few items were your boyfriends. Including his himbo gym shirt. Even just holding it up to fold it, you could tell it was huge.
Then, an idea sprouted in your mind, one that you couldn’t resist. Peeling off the shirt you were wearing, you threw on the one in your hands. Instantly, you were swimming in it, the hem of it nearly reaching your mid-thigh. If you chose to wear shorts instead of black leggings this morning, they wouldn’t have been visible under the shirt.
After that, you continued with laundry, folding it and bringing it all upstairs to put it away. Once it was done, you took some time to decompress with Kaya, watching tv with her head on your lap, sleeping peacefully. Faintly, you could hear Hasan shouting upstairs; whether he was grilling chat or yelling about whatever he was covering, you didn’t know. It quieted just as you headed to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.
Checking your watch as you unscrewed the cap, you realised that Hasan was probably taking the ad break. And as if your thoughts summoned him, you could hear his footsteps clamouring down the stairs, headed right to you.
“Babe, do we have any more of those chocolate protein bars left? I’m starving-” he stopped himself short at the sight of you, practically drowning in his shirt.
You smiled at him, screwing the cap back on your water bottle. “We should, I saw some in the cupboard last night.” When you noticed Hasan still staring at you, your smile widened. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just-” Hasan seemed to shake out of his stupor. “God, you look amazing in my shirt.”
You giggled as he approached you, hands instinctively resting on your hips as he pulled you closer, towering over you. “I was doing the laundry and it just looked so much more comfortable than the one I was wearing,”
Hasan sighed and leaned into you, forehead resting on the top of yours as his eyes shut. “God, I love you. You know that?”
“I think I do. Might need some reminding, though.” You spoke quietly, keeping the words between the two of you, as if anyone else could hear.
Hasan was quick with his actions, instantly capturing your lips with his. There was no denying the passion and love he poured into the kiss, which quickly turned into peppering kisses all over your cheeks and jaw. With his hands still on your hips, Hasan guided you to the counter, pinning you there gently as his lips travelled to your neck and your hands into his hair.
You often treasured moments like these, when Hasan wasn’t afraid to show his love for you in any capacity. Even if the moments happened often.
But it didn’t take long for you to remember what he was supposed to be doing instead of this. Tugging his hair, you brought Hasan’s lips back to yours, muttering between kisses. “As much as I love this, and I really do, aren’t you supposed to be streaming?”
He groaned between kisses, unwilling to go back to his office to actually work. “I know, I know.”
Slowly, he pulled away from you, and you stifled your giggles at his appearance. Still, he reached into the cupboard behind you for a protein bar and watched him jog his way back to his streaming room.
The chat surely bullied him for his flushed cheeks, his swollen lips, and dishevelled hair. There was no doubt, though, that Hasan would have better comebacks than they did. And to him, it was entirely worth the few extra minutes he kept his chat waiting.
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how about u figure out hasan has feelings for u because of a friendgroup/streamer/podcast secret santa???????
oh my god
okay but imagine finding out through someone else who was at the Secret Santa. it's no secret to your friend that you and Hasan have been hitting it off and talking more lately when he's been free, but it's so hard to tell if he's flirting or just being him. you've seen how he interacts with everyone, it's just his friendship.
but when the party is over (you only know because Hasan texts you something about getting home late and seeing you tomorrow at the gym) your friend calls you and starts frantically talking
"i have the juiciest gossip in the world, listen, okay so we were doing the secret santa right"
"right"
"hasan apparently had me and he got me a scarf, it's actually really cute and it's my favorite shade of-"
"the gossip girl get to it"
"right sorry, anyway, he gave me a second gift, and it's for you. he thought you were going to be here tonight, and it came with a card and i tried so hard not to look"
"oh my god"
"it's literally asking you out on a date but i'm not going to see you until thursday so i figured you'd rather know now and not then"
" oh my god i- what are you, you're lying right? this is a shitty prank"
"please i'd never lie and hurt your feelings like that, hold on" within a few seconds you had a picture of the card that was indeed in hasan's hand writing and asking you on a date "see?"
and then sitting with that all night and you can't sleep because of the excitement to see him tomorrow at the gym and tell him yes yes yes you'd go out on a date with him.
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clouded confessions
late night smoke session turns into some feelings being revealed.
shy!hasan heheh
word count: 4k
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“Boo, no,” came the quiet exasperated sigh through your lips. You shook your head with a frown, and stared down at the crazed page before you; scribbles of your notes that seemed to only get progressively more snappy. The sight only made the simmering agitation in your chest closer to its near-boiling point. You bit your lip, and squinted your eyes at the page. Maybe if you stared incredulously at it long enough, it would burn to ash.
This shit was truly too tiring for you.
Another sigh, it felt like that was all you were doing, huffing endless long breaths. You loved your job, really, cherished it too close to your heart. And it was all trial and error, you knew this. but fuck, it was tiring. The disappointment and anger that forms when you aren’t satisfied with your results are enough to doubt everything. And no one likes that feeling. The feeling of losing that grasp and love for your passion.
No one liked feeling the fear of not being good enough either.
You pushed your hair behind your ears, and with your eyes still on the page, you readjusted yourself so you were now lying on your stomach. Huffed as you settled with the paper in your grasp, and with one more quick scan of the notes, you felt the displeasure plaguing you only grow. You picked it up with narrowed eyes, and roughly crumpled it, tossing it across the room.
See how exhausting this is?
Today was a bad day, a grumpy day. You never liked those. You rather liked the days when you found enjoyment through your craft, the days when you could just fucking blaze through the cases without a
You were pretty sure you were beginning to see red. Maybe you were possessed because you were starting to feel the urge to smash your pretty head against the wall many, many times.
You rested your head in your arms with a small frown, and huffed. Deciding that, yes, going to bed would be best. Maybe tomorrow would be better.
You stared at the door and pursed your lips. The good lawyer and bad lawyer in your head were currently having a nasty debate. Go to bed and come back tomorrow with a fresh start or stay, and continue to get progressively angrier. The bad lawyer was sorely losing.
The disappointment towards your work tonight was beginning to make you feel rather sad, instead of angry. And with that, you rapidly decided that it was, indeed, time to go to bed.
You braced yourself before pushing yourself up, and sitting in a kneeling position. It was uncomfortable, the hard floor wasn’t all that kind to your legs, it actually rather hurt. You took a moment to brush your jean-covered legs before actually standing.
As you packed up, you began to zone out and get lost in thought. Whilst closing the case and reaching to clasp each buckle closed, a soft, nearly impossible-to-hear knock interrupted your actions.
You were staying at your friends Hasan’s house at the moment because he was kind enough to let you stay due to your apartment being renovated.
Your hands stilled, and you looked over to the door with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, thoroughly convinced he was asleep after his long stream.
The door opened, and you tilted your head a bit to get a glance at the unexpected guest. When the sight of a cheeky, sheepish smile came into your vision, you had to let out a soft laugh. He only smiled wider at the sound and looked down to hide it. “Hi, Hasan,” you said, looking away from his shy form to get back to your earlier activity of packing up your things.
Hasan Piker. You two became best friends not very long ago, but he was something else. You didn’t know what, but you knew you did really, really like Hasan. Strange, but he was the easiest person to talk to despite the fact you two very opinionated people. You could sit with him for hours and just talk about the weirdest things that have no relevance whatsoever.
“Hi, what are you up to this late at night, hm?” he walked in, shutting the door behind him and curiously looked at the various crumpled balls scattered across the room.
You let out a small ‘shit’, his short look at your mess acted as a reminder that you probably should tidy it up. Placing your case full of documents back on the ground, you paced over to each of the white papers, gathering them in your arms. “Well,” you huffed, “i was going to get to the bottom of this case, but it didn’t really go the way i wanted it to…”
Softly smiling at your mumbled words, he walked over and quickly picked up the rest (the majority) of the papers. “What about you, cheeky boy?” you asked in return, dumping the crumpled balls into the trash. Behind you, he grinned at the nickname. Always smiling when around you, he was. You looked up at him as he came to stand next to you, following your earlier actions. He brushed his hands and turned back to you with a hum, “Couldn’t sleep, ‘nd heard you shuffling around,” he tilted his head at you rubbing your eyes.
A sheepish ‘Oh’, passed your lips, “sorry if i woke you, war’, thought i was being quiet,”
He shook his head at your murmur, and waved a hand with a small smile, “You can’t wake someone who wasn’t sleeping in the first place darling, don’t worry about it,” he wasn’t lying either, really. Even his perfect sleeping schedule gets messed up due many thoughts of his.
Nodding, you bounded over back to your case and picked it up again.
“Okay, well, I’m gonna go to bed now, thanks for helping me tidy up,” you grinned softly at him, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Hasan,”
“See you tomorrow, sweets,” came his gentle reply, still standing there like a moron just watching you. He considered stopping, not wanting to seem like a creep, but ultimately those considerations were put to rest within two seconds. Maybe he could play it off well enough. You had to have known he had a crush on you, and he knew it. He’s such a sweetie towards you, bless him, but not subtle whatsoever.
You gave him one last pretty smile before walking to the door, and just as you were about to open it, your hand ready on the handle, you stopped. You pursed your lips as a thought passed your brain, and raised your eyebrows with a hum. “Do you wanna smoke?”
You don’t smoke weed often but when your stress is going through the roof sometimes it is the only thing that helps.
A beat of silence.
“Fuck yeah, man.”
*
“Y’know, i love your hair,”
You gently whispered, twirling a soft dark brown strand between your fingers, and surveyed his face. His eyes were closed, and his body was so relaxed you would have thought he was sleeping. Maybe he was, you didn’t know any better. Hasan had his head in your lap, the rest of his body slung across your bed. You had been playing with his hair for the past 15 minutes. Once you started, he’d gone completely silent and shut his eyes. Maybe he really was sleeping.
He absentmindedly hummed in return, and you smiled at the sound. With one hand in his hair, you picked up the joint from the ashtray set on your bedside table, and took a puff. “It may possibly be even better than mine, i must say,” you declared, placing the joint in Hasan’s expectant hand.
At your words, he scoffed dramatically, shaking his head. He took his own puff, before battling your words with his own. “No way girl, are you fucking kidding me?” he exhaled with a scrunched face, making sure to turn away from you as the smoke trailed out of his mouth.
“I’m fully serious,”
He passed the joint back to you with a floppy arm, and you reached over to place it back in its respectful seat in your ashtray. “Nonsense,” he murmured, closing his eyes once again as you played with his hair.
“You’re so pretty,” at his whispered words, your hands, where they were making a small braid in his mane, ceased their movement. the sweet compliment was unexpected, and truthfully, popped up out of nowhere. You pouted down at him, feeling your heart swell at his words. Maybe he was sleeping and dreaming about someone. “Hasan, your eyes are closed, y’know,” he reluctantly opened his baggy, bloodshot eyes, and looked at you.
“Nuh-uh, not anymore they aren’t,” his eyes surveyed your face and he nodded to himself with finality. You cheekily smiled, nearly gushing, “Hasan Piker got a li’l crush on me?” you cooed, untangling your hands from his hair to pinch his cheeks.
He tiredly pushed your hands away with a hidden smile, you quietly laughed to yourself. You felt adoration fill your chest. Really, that pestering anger inhabiting your heart before had melted away as soon as your cheeky boy had popped up on the other side of that door. He didn’t even need to do anything, he didn’t even need to know that you weren’t having a good day, or time, or whatever. Hasan Piker just had to be himself to make you practically beam like the sun.
He had a crush on you? you had a crush on him. a big one too.
You clicked your tongue as he turned his head away from you, and you rested one hand on his chest and the other on the top of his head. Hasan had a smile covering his face, but he was shying away. You couldn’t believe it, you made the Hasan Piker shy. What a night!
“Stop it,” his voice was partially muffled into your lap, and you brought a hand up to your lips. The big smile on your face felt permanent. “You got a crush on me?” came your voice again, this time quieter, not as teasing—just as filled with adoration. He wiggled around, still groaning.
You lightly tapped his cheek, a silent ‘look at me,’ passing from you to him. a small smile was glued to your face as Hasan turned, brown eyes landing on your beaming face—to which he grinned.
That stupid grin stayed on his face as you raised your eyebrows at him and kept eye contact, whilst he looked away and gazed at the ceiling instead. He wanted to keep eye contact with you, it was a continuous challenge between you two. He never lasted more than ten seconds.
You let out a sigh, and looked away as well, trying to pull yourself together. Feared you were having a heart attack with how fast it was beating. The remnants of smoke clouding the air and your lungs only seemed to intensify your feelings—which were already so much. You didn’t know it, but he felt the same. maybe even more so.
“Shit, can you blame me though?” he exclaimed, sitting up. You jumped as he nearly knocked heads with you. Even he didn’t expect this, earlier before his mouth betrayed him.
God, you plagued his mind, and it just slipped out. Really, you were like a stubborn piece of gum stuck to the side of his brain, it was frustrating. Hasan was a complete ladies’ man, and knew his way around the female anatomy like he was a master in the art.
He loved women, went crazy for them but there was just something about you, that made him ache. You were so, so, so pretty, and carried such an abnormally beautiful soul with you everywhere you went. You were passionate in what you did, you were kind, and god damn, you were too fucking funny. You’re so much. too much. Hasan was a very confident man, a charmer, never afraid to speak his mind. Then there’s you, making him feel like a little girl crushing on Harry Styles.
Cheesy as fuck.
“I mean—you’re crazy, girl. Literally a fucking angel, it’s ridiculous,” Hasan mumbled to himself, more ranting than anything. He gaped for a few seconds, trying to gather the words on his tongue. You folded your lips into your mouth as you watched him begin his big confession.
“Listen, i’ve met women, right? Many, many women, men even! A lot of people!” you had to hide a laugh behind your hand at his words, “but you, ah–,” he snapped his fingers and shook his head at you.
“I am a confident man,” Hasan declared, pointing a hand at you.
“Yes, you are,”
After your small reply, he went quiet, still trying to figure out what it is he wants to say. He wasn’t about to say he loved you, no matter how much he wanted to, he was sober enough to know that that was a bit too much.
Hasan felt a lot towards you, you made him feel vulnerable, seen. You made him feel like a literal horde of butterflies were swarming his entire torso. You sometimes made him feel like he was dying, with the way you made his heart skip beats, or made it beat rapidly fast.
How does one convey that feeling without sounding clinically insane? I mean, sure, he’d been able to charm his way with the ladies before. But those ladies were different and you were something.
Something really important. It didn’t help that he was still high as fuck, so, he was relatively stumped on what to say—he did know that he wasn’t up for humiliating himself in front of you tonight.
You bit your lip as you watched him struggle, you considered simply just saying ‘I know, i know, me too,’ to make this whole thing easier for him. But you wanted to give him the time to find it.
The man showed no signs of giving up, and therefore you kept quiet. You played with the rings decorating your fingers as he stayed groaning and shaking his head at the ceiling every so often.
Clearly, he was having a crisis.
And just as you were about to say something, it came to him. Slowly, oddly—not the way he wanted it to, but he couldn’t exactly be picky, and he considered leaving this entire thing for later and instead writing you a letter. But, you didn’t seem like the type of girl to dig that and you were gazing at him expectantly, concernedly, he could feel it burning into the side of his face.
He never wanted to leave a crowd waiting.
“Okay,” he turned to you with wide brown eyes, suddenly feeling a burst of energy. The relaxing effect of mary jane said its farewells, and Hasan, ever unaware in his state of mind, wondered if he had done cocaine instead, you felt like a drug to him. “You, pretty lady,” he huffed, “make me lose my mind, it’s unfair,”
You raise your eyebrows at that, and let out a small laugh, but quiet down with a small smile once realizing he wasn’t done.
“You—and, as i stated before, a fucking angel, i mean come on,” he shrugged before reaching over and grabbing the joint from the ashtray again, Hasan figured he needed his heart rate to go down, relax a bit. He took a puff, grey smoke flowing out of his mouth in a long exhale, before continuing; “I like you a lot, darling. So much too, it kinda hurts a bit,” he placed the joint, now a stub, in the ashy part of its respectful tray.
You nearly melted, the smile on your face became a mere slightly gaped mouth and you thought your eyes were hearts, big red ones like from tom and jerry.
“Just something about you,” he let out a loud ‘whew’, waving an arm and sending you an exasperated look to which you couldn’t help but laugh prettily. And to Hasan, that sound was his fuel through this. This awkward confession that had been weighing him down the whole time he’d first seen you, this confession that he was convinced would make his chest burst eventually. You made it so easy for him, he didn’t care if he got rejected straight after or got laughed at, he still made you laugh.
Sleep, food, water, even fucking air was unnecessary, for the man believed he could live off of your joy and happiness forever.
“You got me wrapped around your pretty little finger,” Hasan murmured.
He slumped and looked at you, starting to feel the insecurity kick in. So, he sighed and looked away, pulling a fresh joint from the small tin on the bed, and ignored your observing stare—despite the fact he desperately wanted to return the eye contact.
You watched as he placed the joint between his lips, and you quickly crawled and snatched the zippo lighter you two shared off the bedside table, making it out of his reach. He still didn’t look at you, merely huffing with a small smile beginning to form on his face, and you had to grin at the sight.
You folded your lips into your mouth, and your eyes flickered around his face. You crawled over to him next, kneeling in front of his relaxed cross-legged form leaning against the headboard.
Letting out a huff at his stubbornness to look at you, you raised a single eyebrow. He only looked away further. it was an odd sight, a vulnerable one, to see the ever-confident Hasan Piker, show shyness and insecurity. He felt exposed, to let his charming facade fall.
You knelt forward and softly grabbed the side of his face, making him have no choice but look at you. to him, it felt like one of those scary fucking laboratory hypnosis sessions. Like his mind just stopped, and was consumed by you, you, you. You were overwhelming, like he couldn’t take a deep breath for a second.
Shit, he thought he might pass out when your hazed eyes flickered between his own, and soon landed on his lips for a split second.
And he thought he might’ve died and been sent to heaven when you gently lifted his face to bring the lighter up to his lips and lit the joint still set between them. It was silent, aside from the soft breaths coming from each of you, and the crisp sound of the paper on the joint burning whilst he took an absent-minded puff. You watched as the joint burned orange, and proceeded to flick the lighter closed, and set it on the sheets.
Truthfully, you seemed relaxed, and understanding, like you just knew. But you were so happy, nearly bursting on the inside. You weren’t quite sure how you were holding yourself together, you felt fully ready to fall apart. Just because of him. Hasan Piker, sure to be the death of you.
You turned back to him, plucked the joint from his lips and brought it to your own. He watched with wide eyes as your soft lips wrapped around the white papers, and you took a hit. You weren’t looking at him anymore, rather simply looking down, and he was feeling a bit glad about it. Not because your eyes were so intense and burned into him just naturally–but because he was sure to truly lose his shit if you did.
Grey smoke trailed out of your mouth and you turned back to him with a small smile, tilting your head. At the sight, Hasan let out a sigh, and lightly hit the back of his head against the headboard. “You’re so cute,” you quietly said, delightedly, and he groaned again and shook his head, bringing his hands up to cover his own smile. “God, don’t—” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Damn you, woman,”
You beamed, and shuffled to grab his hands away from his face. With them in your grasp, you folded your digits with his and his closed eyes opened. Hasan looked at you exasperatedly feeling like a crazed man on a drug. You laughed, the sound ringing clear in his ears like the prettiest bell he ever heard. Again, he could listen to it for ages, like it was a lifeline.
You gave him a knowing smile, released his hands, and readjusted yourself so you were even closer to him. You watched as he took a deep breath, processing the close proximity. Your heart skipped multiple beats as you brought both hands up to cup the sides of his neck, he sighed as you rubbed your manicured thumbs along his jawline. This beautiful man, you thought. You were disgustingly attracted to him, all of him. His entire fucking being.
He was leaning forward towards you now as you hovered before him. To him, it felt like he was being drawn in, he looked back on his hypnosis thought. Your eyes flickered all across the other’s face, and he moved so you were now instead sitting in between his legs. Hasan, cheekily with a grin, placed his hands on your waist and you huffed a soft laugh, resting your forehead against his for a moment. It wasn’t lustful, it was the final buildup of all the unspoken attraction, love, and need between each other. It was sweet, sensual.
He nudged his nose against yours, and he was so, so close. You two moved fluidly and teasingly, closely hovering over each other and chasing the other’s lips. It was like a dance, a silent, ‘you have me, now come get me,’.
Oh, and the reward was legendary. You had your hopes and dreams, but this? It was difficult to describe just how much better it was in comparison. Your lips finally slotted together like puzzle pieces, and this time, you really did melt. Your shoulders slumped and with a broken exhale, you curved into him. He didn’t care, only softly laughed into your mouth and wrapped his arms around your waist tighter, holding you together, whilst you curved your arms around his neck.
He was perfect, so much so, it ached. Your feelings toward him before this were like a game of tag, and endless chase, constantly seeking him out in everything you did; even subconsciously. The attraction kept you going, something to look for, to stay motivated for. But this? This was so much better, being able to have him right here. He was overwhelming all of your senses, you felt like you were drowning in him. You’d happily die this way.
And Hasan? The man thought he was living a fantasy. He really didn’t know what the fuck was happening, if he had something unknown put in his coffee this morning that made him extra desirable in the eyes of others, especially towards someone like you. Yes, Hasan Piker—ladies’ man, but you were a princess in his eyes. Someone he did not deserve, could and should not have. But here you were, and you were perfect in every sense imaginable. An indescribable beauty was carried in all of you, and he adored all of it.
Hasan, his mouth still on yours, ran his hands up your waist and flat on your back, only pushing you closer into him. God, you were so close, but he wanted more. Yes, he was already losing himself in you, but just a little more, just a little closer. He happily sighed into your mouth as one of your hands tangled in his hair and the other lightly scratched at the nape of his neck, and this time you were the one smiling.
You had to reluctantly pull away to take a breath, and Hasan blinked his brown eyes open with a grin. He rested his head against yours, and drew gentle circles on the curve of your back.
“Does that mean you’re into me too, pretty girl?”
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things i think dating hasan would include:
-him always offering you the first bite of his food
-^ or the last bite!!!
-him always having a hand on you whether its on your thigh, on your back, or even just holding your hand <3
-him checking on you during his stream via text or getting up and coming to you
-“did you eat today?”
-getting you matching shoes!!!!!!!!!
-^ or matching jewelry especially after you say how much you love one of his rings or necklaces
-i think when qt brings baked goods when they film fear& he would make sure to save you some especially when he knows it’s your favorite
-i feel like when ordering food he would make sure to get extra just so he knows there is enough in case you want more
-him attempting to paint your nails
-calling you and kaya his beautiful girls <3
-him leaving little notes on your nightstand when he goes to workout while you’re still sleeping just like a little “i’ll be back soon! love you”
-“i ordered from your favorite cafe, your coffee and your pastries should be here soon” <3
:’)
#i keep thinking about this#driving me insane#hasan piker#hasanabi#hasan piker imagine#hasan piker x reader#hasanabi imagine#hasanabi x reader#hasan x reader
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4eva (hasan piker x reader)
cw: depressed/bedridden!reader, entirely comfort
wc: 600+
a/n: if u think uve read this before, you have ! i originally wrote this for wilbur soot about 2 year ago but we all know how that went so . i rewrote it for hasan and its better now
When Hasan finds you, you’re curled into yourself and almost tiny. The big fluffy comforter makes it so only a small peak of your hair is in his view. If anyone had glanced, they would’ve thought the bed was empty. He knows better than that. He enters the space slowly, giving a low grumble of a greeting, making extra sure you know he’s there. He sits on the edge of the bed as delicately as he's capable. He watches your lump in the blanket rise and fall for a minute, mulling quietly over the right thing to say, and do.
“Are you awake?” he whispered, keeping the hushed tone of the room.
A couple seconds of silence pass, and he’s almost scared he’s disturbing your incredibly needed rest. Although you shake your head in response, he can't tell if it's a yes shake or a no shake. At least he knows you’re awake, whether you want to admit it or not. Before he can begin to overthink his options, your hand snakes its way out of its blanket shell, leaving it out and open for him. He still doesn’t see your face. He shuffles his large body closer to yours, almost testing the waters.
He was so stressed when he got the text from you. A simple “I need you” has never pierced him so sharply. He was on his way immediately, assuming the worst from something so vague. He knew if you were in danger, you'd call, but he can never stop his brain once it's in panic mode. The sight of your form in the blanket wasn’t enough to fully quell the pit in his head, but it would be better soon. He would make sure of it.
Your hand moving is what brings him out of his thoughts, making little grabby motions at him. He loves when you do that, he loves feeling wanted.
Finally, he decides to speak again, “Can I join you?” he mutters out sincerely, continuing to keep his voice low.
A whimpered, “Please,” is all he gets back.
He feels his heart squeeze at the plea, along with an involuntarily sympathetic, “awh” that escapes him. There's a slight pout on his face that, if the image had been taken out of context, would’ve looked as though he was fawning over a sad puppy. His insides are melting.
He physically can't keep you waiting any longer, or himself for that matter. He wants to squish you so hard into his chest, a piece of you stays with him forever.
He takes his shoes off, leaving them at the foot of your bed. Crawling over to lay in the space behind you, careful not to kneel on any limbs. He lays on top of your sheets, just outside the blanket cocoon. He’s still trying to give you space, while also being close. He's not sure why he’s so hesitant, worried about sending you back down whatever spiral landed you here. You turn over to face him, almost pathetically try to wrap your comforter around him. He fawns over you once again, admiring how caring you continue to be, despite the obvious aching. Gently reaching towards your face with both hands, he cradles your head in his large palms. He wiggles his too-big-for-your-bed-body into the protective layer that you've extended to him, tangling closer to you. Rubbing the apples of your cheeks, at long last seeing your pretty eyes gaze up at him. Your pupils dance around his face, looking hard, before your tears start acting up again. You practically smash your face into his chest, still pushing deeper. His warmth wraps around your figure as his arms do, your bodies melding to fit each other’s shape. He’d stay as long as you needed. Forever, preferably.
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☆; here you'll find all the fics/blurbs/drabbles i have written so far.
☆; f1
the eras masterlist (ts x f1)
lando norris
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charles leclerc
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fernando alonso
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alex albon
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jenson button
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lewis hamilton
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carlos sainz
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sebastian vettel
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mark webber
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kimi raikkonen
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george russell
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max verstappen
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oscar piastri
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other f1 drivers
superstar ; mick schumacher
begin again ; pierre gasly
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jschlatt
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ted nivison
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johnnie guilbert
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jake webber
jake x rockstar!reader
tara yummy
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hasan piker
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johnny knoxville
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steveo
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No boundaries!BFF with Hasan
bless @the-phantom-author for putting this out into the universe for everyone to enjoy
Everyone who sees them interact for any amount of time immediately thinks they are dating, which they will both deny. Not even in a ‘no we’re not’ kind of way, but acting like it’s the craziest thing they ever heard anyone say, like it is on par with the sky is green. None of this helps any of the allegations of course.
Either of them goes on a date and once they get home they immediately calls the other to tell them all the details. They know entirely to much about each other’s preferences, needs and wants, and half of these conversations just end up being a variation of ‘how could they ever think you’d like that?’ and ‘that is not what you need from a relationship at all’
Just barging into each other’s homes like they live there. Could be the middle of the night, could be at 7 am, who even knows honestly. They probably bring groceries as well because they remembered that the last time they were over x, y, and z was running out.
What even is a guest bedroom? Sleeping over means sleeping in each other’s bed all cuddled up with zero space between them. Also they probably sleep worse if the other isn’t next to them.
Hasan has totally offered his bestie to move in with him at least a dozen times. Anytime something is wrong with their apartment he mentions that he has plenty of space in his ‘mansion’.
Forehead kisses!!!! So many, all the time, no reason needed.
Random gift giving just because they saw something that reminded them of each other. Hasan probably spends ridiculous amounts of money on these. Don’t even dare mention liking something because he will have it delivered the next day.
Must sit next to each other! It’s just the rules okay. Inevitably one of them ends up with their head on the other’s shoulder, a hand resting on their knee, some hand holding to toy with their jewellery. Or just a combination of those.
Fidgeting with each other’s jewellery is totally a common thing for them, btw. Anything else doesn’t even cut it as a coping mechanism anymore.
#words words words#hasan piker x reader#hasanabi x reader#gn!reader#blurbs#i did it#i wrote a thing#no boundaries!bff
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Idea?!? riding hasan’s thigh. they’re soooo big. Feel like you could get some good friction. Thanks - love u btw. Feel like ur the only person who writes for him and you write his personality amazingly 💕xxx
PLEASE I'm literally blushing STOP IT!!! Kicking my feet and screaming and crying into my pillow <3
I really fucking hate it when ppl write fanfiction and they make it feel like the reader and the love interest have JUST met it's like- no dude, unless you specify that you just met, I'm gonna write you like you've known each other forever
He never misses leg day
I know that for a fact
It started out with just you sitting in his lap while he researched for his next stream
Then you got to thinking about *last night*
You didn't even realize you started grinding on his thigh!
He just smirked and continued researching, you gotta do what you gotta do when your partner is busy!!!
The moan you let slip when he flexed his thigh? UGH
He's in love
Will place one hand on your hip and whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he continues working
"So sweet for me, angel. Yeah?"
"I like it when you get like this. Want me to keep talking to you? Okay, honey."
Constructs this whole image in your head about what it would feel like to bounce on his dick while he worked
He's holding back chuckles at your wispy, airy moans
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ooo idea struck me: headcanons for hasan and streamer gf, please?🥺idk i think itll be funny to have complete polar opposite streams, gf playing stardew valley(or any game tbh) and its vibe while in another room its just stunlocks and pure chaos🤭🤭🤭
ONCE AGAIN- SORRY TO THIS PERSON, this request is from October third! I am SO SORRY!!! But, here you go. Hopefully it's as good as you hoped...
I picture you guys having a shared office
"Sorry... Sorry chat, the- my boyfriend is doing social justice in the background, that's the screaming you can hear. Yeah, he's screaming at Nazis..."
You're trying so hard to find the optimum music volume so chat can't hear his screeching, but so it also wont hurt anyone's ears.
So yeah! He does social justice while you do Stardew Valley!
He'll sometimes roll over to your desk and say hi to your chat, completely commandeering the stream.
"Playing Animal Crossing, I see... Dude- This game just teaches capitalism to kids! Tom Nook is a capitalist! He steals money from the working class!"
He has a segment on his streams every now and again where he'll either play a game with you or he lets you talk/make something on his steam (I'm picturing like customizing your switch or building Lego)
As much as he wants to, he kind of can't raid you afterwards because your audiences are very different.
The same way that if you were to raid him, you'd be sending an army of soft girlfriends like you to rally amidst incels, Hasanabi-heads, activists, and Top G high value alpha males.
Safe to say, he can't raid you, but, he constantly and strongly recommends people to go watch your stream instead of his if he's reacting or speaking about something specifically triggering.
"Take care of yourselves, go check out twitch dot TV forward slash your/username, she's playing... What're you playing, honey? Cozy Grove!"
Sometimes, he'll get you to entertain his chat when he goes to the toilet
I have so many ideas for this, so send another request if you wanna see more! I promise it wont take this long to write next time <3
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Hi love! How do you think Hasan would approach explaining politics to bimbo!reader who is honestly clueless when it comes to anything political?
Hasan explaining politics to bimbo!reader .° ༘⋆₊˚ෆ
- okayyy first post lol but here we go
- I’m assuming that said bimbo!reader is either a content creator or a streamer but somewhere in the social media space
- one day Hasan is doing his normal stream as always
- until you happen to come into the streaming room to give him food
- when the words “what is going on there?” Come from your mouth it’s OVER
- EVERYBODY BACK UP AND GET READY FOR A STUNLOCK
- bc if you thought Hasan’s stunlocks were long when he was just mad at a random chatter?! OH WAIT UNTIL THIS ONE
- you pull up a chair bc you KNOW it’s gonna be long but you are genuinely interested
- he explains to you very slowly because of course your clueless to anything revolving politics
- sooo you basically get a history class lesson from Hasan for 30 minutes
- if you don’t understand some parts he kind of dumbs it down for you
- for example things like money and debt and a lot of that stuff you just simply don’t understand so to make it easier for you Hasan puts it into terms that you know!
- CHAT. IS. SCREAMING. For the stunlock to end and literally for you two to continue a conversation like this off stream…
- but Hasan can’t help it you’re so interested in something that he bases is WHOLE career about
- is falling more and more in love with you
- yall end up talking for 2 HOURS about politics
- moral of the story being don’t ever bring up politics to Hasan while he’s streaming
A/N : uhhh idk y’all can say how I did cause this is my first time in a long ass time writing really anything but here u go!!! I hope u like it! xoxo
#hasanabi#hasan piker x reader#hasanabi x reader#fanfiction#streamers#twitch streamer fanfic#bimbo!reader
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Hasan Piker | genral dating headcannons
I caved and wrote most of these at 3am. Enjoy.
@starsyoubreaklikesugardust
Probably meet through a friend, i picture Caroline, Austin, or maybe QT
Very chaotic first couple of months, he is a busy man with a very full schedule. That being said, he makes time for you.
Like he'd set an alarm just to make sure he messages you in the morning and calls at night when he doesn’t see you.
You stay at his house often. As much as he is busy during the day, the morning and night are reserved for the both of you.
He's not a huge fan of sharing each other's clothes, but does love matching clothes. He just likes it when he can see you both wearing the same jacket or shirt.
That being said, you have full access to his jewelry drawer. The look that would adorn his face when he sees you wearing his bracelets or necklaces. Buy him a bracelet with both of your initials on it, trust me.
Cute local dates, like hole in the wall coffee shops, family owned restaurants, farmers markets.
He is also a show off. Surprise fancy dinners, going to award shows and events. All while also being an icon during irl streams, you may not be a streamer but you're always good for content.
Popping up on stream every so often, usually just to give him food or something to drink, but there are several stream series that you’re involved in.
True Crime reacts being the main one, doing Bob Ross painting together encouraging chat to join in, bringing back the cooking streams and cooking stuff together, making things out of clay, ect.
Being the person who calms him down, having to remind him that chatters are just that, chatters. And that sometimes internet drama can be left online.
Doing each others self care routines, paint his nails, brushing each others hair, forcing him to do face mask.
#hasanabi#hasanabi x reader#Hasan x reader#Hasan Piker x reader#hasan piker#Hasan x you#Hasanabi x you#my writing#i think if i write more it'll go on a side blog#but who knows
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Can you please write about jealous!Hasan with exgf!reader where she's also content creator and they're still friendly after the breakup so they occasionally catch up on podcasts or other collabs. Like y/n starts talking about a guy she's talking to or something like that and Hasan is just 😤
god I love jealous!Hasan 😩
exgf who is a content creator and their split was amicable, keeping in like light touch to help the separation of dating to friends really stick. she still throws on the episodes of fear& that get uploaded when she's doing laundry and folding. just background noise really.
Hasan whose leg is bouncing a little when he streams and sees she's streaming, too. he doesn't let it interrupt his flow when he's speaking, but he does catch himself thinking about her. maybe even more than when they were together. (we broke up for a reason, he reminds himself, regardless of the reasons.)
he doesn't let himself get caught catching up on her life. from her latest streams - a silly compilation of every time she died in lethal company, to her stories on instagram. he knew she would know (instagram be damned), but nobody else would and that was fine with him. he knew she still checked every story he posted. a way to stay up to date without communication, without a risk for feelings to bubble up.
exgf who after a few months finally starts talking to someone and mentions it vaguely in a stream, but then posts an image of her and a guy on a date to the movies, and Hasan who feels his heart clench painfully staring at it.
Hasan who can feel the bad mood sitting heavy on his shoulders despite the stream bravado, making sure to throw on the next podcast episode she show up on (a guest with the yard boys, who invite her because she's in town to do something with qt), and she talks about the few dates she's had lately and mentions the reason Slime doesn't have a floor wife yet is because his idea of romance is "whack at best and rizzless at worst"
her jokes were still terrible and they would have brought a smile to his face still, but he was too busy replaying her talking about the guy she was dating. he was better than that, wasn't he? everything she talked about the two of them doing, he had done with her too. held her hands at the movies, drove her home and dropped her off with a kiss at the door? what the fuck was so special about this new guy. he knew her inside and out.
Hasan who can feel the rolling boil in his stomach start while he tore apart every word she said about this new guy. lips tight in an uncharacteristic scowl, eyebrows knit together and lines on his forehead deep in aggravated thought.
jealous Hasan who calls her at night for the first time in a long time and tries to get her to hang out, just for some food, he's going to take Kaya on a walk and wanted company. her who declines because she's out on a date with her new boyfriend.
fuck, that hurts.
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