#hasan piker drabble

[mystic-writings]

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.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

1 from dialogue and 3 from scenarios for hasan?

(everyone boo emily cause this drabble sucks and it makes me sad i didn’t do better)

Hasan never takes a day off from streaming.

He’s complained multiple times about feeling guilty when he can’t stream especially with the conflict going on in the world.

It took you weeks to convince him that a couple of hours out and about won’t kill him, that it’ll actually do him some good, and you were grateful when he finally wore down and accepted your hangout request.

The two of you decided to head to a local Apple Orchard on the outskirts of LA. You hadn’t been apple picking since you were a kid and you were beyond excited when you got there. Thankfully, Hasan is a foot taller than you and catches up with your quick steps with ease.

The two of you grab a basket and head out to the field where you slow to a stroll and pick any apples you can actually reach. Hasan is behind you, watching with soft heart eyes for the younger girl before him.

You reach up on your tip toes, stretching to grab an out of reach apple and when you finally grasp it, you let out a small cheer and turn with a triumphant grin towards Hasan.

“You have a leaf in your hair,” he says, reaching up to tug the stray leaf out of your hair and tossing it lightly on the ground.

Your heart thunders realizing how close you and Hasan are and you try to ignore the tension but it’s so palpable that the older boy drops his hand from your hair. Your face is about to fall to one of disappointment when Hasan takes a leap and intertwines your fingers together.

You look back up and he tosses a wink at you, causing your heart to skip before he pulls you along with him to continue on your outing.

[makeandshift]

Hasan S/O // traditional media

as requested by this lovely anon. really had fun writing this so hope you like it ❤️

"Y'know you could've given me a warning."

She looks up from her plate with furrowed brows, a bit of tomato sauce clinging to the corner of her mouth as she let out a confused 'huh?'

"Remind me again what I was supposed to warn you about?" she asks before taking another, maybe too large bite, of her spaghetti.

It was late, later than she had planned on coming home and right now she really just wanted to eat her leftovers in peace, not argue about something she had or hadn't done.

Hasan leaned against one of the kitchen counters, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched her eat.

"About you being on that news segment," he said, as if it was the most serious thing in the world, "looking damn hot as well."

His reply made her snort out a laugh and her shoulders drop with relief. Usually she let him know what items she was working on, especially if it was anything he might be interested in watching, but this one had slipped her mind.

"What you don't like being surprised by your hot girlfriend on screen?" she laughed as she got up to throw the dirty plate and cutlery into the dishwasher.

She'd barely managed to achieve her goal before Hasan's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into him. He let out a low hum as he nodded and gazed down at her.

"Kept getting distracted by you on stream," he admitted.

One of his hands reached up to push some of her hair out of her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek.

"Bet chat had a field day with that, huh?" she giggled and immediately started reaching for her phone.

When he noticed her pulling up the Twitch app he snatched the phone from her hands and holding it above his head, out of reach for her, while his other arm remained wrapped firmly around her waist.

"No way are you gonna look for clips of me being a simp," he laughed as she tried to grab her phone, standing on her tiptoes and attempting to pull his arm down.

"Yes way, now come on," she whined, putting on her best puppy dog eyes.

He could never say no to her when she was like this, and she knew it.

"Ok fine," Hasan relented, kissing her forehead.

She squealed out a thank you, finding the first clip in record time. Even though the video was playing, she spent more time looking at Hasan than actually watching the video, noticing how the had turned his gaze away in slight embarrasment.

"You're so stinking cute," she leaned up to kiss him, putting away the phone on the counter and giggling against his lips when he grumbled out a vague, half-hearted rebuttal.

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Hasan request from your 50 wordless ways to say i love you, list:

Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt. I can just imagine his gf always having her hands in his hoodie or sleeve bc shes freezing because that man is a HEATER and keeps his house so cold

omg yes i love this idea so much as a cold hands girlie this is amazing

also i thought it was going to be a lot longer than it was but thank you anon this was so fun to write something short and sweet for a change

cold hands | hasan x fem!reader | 660~ words

As much as you loved the late months of the year, you dreaded the fact that they always made your extremities so cold. For as long as you could remember, for the better part of half a year, your hands and feet were cold as ice, and you could never do anything to fix it. 

Even after you’d moved to LA, the cold managed to get to you, and the inconvenient curse continued. You first met Hasan at the end of March, and began dating shortly after that, just after the cold weather stopped. Of course, you’d told him all about how your hands would magically become freezing one day, and how they seemingly never stopped feeling that way until spring began, but he’d never experienced it. 

Fall had finally come around, and with it, your hands grew semi-numb from the cold, only accentuated by what you called seasonal poor circulation. It left you constantly trying to warm your own hands, but this year, Hasan found himself doing it for you. He’d often catch you rubbing your hands together, and when he was able, would pull them into his own and rub heat into them for you, as best as he could. Or, when you were walking side by side, at least one of your hands would be encompassed by his own out of habit, keeping it warm for the time being. 

But on rare mornings like this one, where you were awake and lounging in bed long before he was, there weren’t many options to warm your freezing hands. The air outside of your cocoon of blankets and Hasan’s arms was freezing, partly due to the air outside, and partly due to the fact that Hasan kept the temperature in the house cooler until mid-November. Under the blankets, where yours and Hasan’s body heat had been trapped all night, was comfortably warm, but apparently not warm enough to keep your hands from freezing overnight. 

You turned over, facing away from the bedroom window and balcony doors, right into your boyfriend’s chest. His chest rose and fell with even breaths, lashes resting on beautifully freckled cheekbones. For a second, you admired every little detail of his face, wondering how a man so amazing could also look as though God made him with his own two hands. 

As you admired him, completely forgetting about the cold you were experiencing, Hasan started to stir, slowly waking up. You felt him stretch his arms, even while they were semi-wrapped around you, before pulling you further into him. Your head rested on his chest, listening intently to his heartbeat under his shirt as he pressed a soft kiss to your hair. 

Despite how content you were in the moment, the stinging of your cold hands brought your attention back to the seemingly endless situation you were in. You decided that the only plausible way to fix it in the position you were in was, of course, to use Hasan’s body heat. 

Shifting slightly, you made enough room between the two of you to reposition your hands, snaking them under the hem of Hasan’s shirt. He smiled, lazily and with his eyes still closed, muttering a slurred ‘good morning’ to you right before you placed your palms flat against his stomach, the heat from his body instantly warming your hands, to an almost painful degree. 

Hasan immediately hissed, trying to recoil from your touch. The cold touch of your hands woke him up instantly, and you bit your lip to keep from laughing. “How the hell are you always so cold, woman?”

“It’s my curse, remember? I’ll be cold as ice forever,” you said, as falsely dramatic as you could, sleep still lacing your voice. 

Hasan laughed, low and breathy. As much as he would complain about it for the next 20 minutes, he never let your hands leave his skin, moving them to his back or his chest, partly so that you could properly warm up, and partly so that he would have an excuse to stay in bed as long as possible.

[makeandshift]

Hasan S/O // friends with benefits

as requested by this lovely anon ❤️ sorry this took literally forever 😭 feel free to skip if you’re not into this sort of stuff!

ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ, ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅɴɪ

Look, it was a great idea initially: just hooking up from time to time with someone they had amazing sexual compatibility with, without all the complications of a relationship that neither of them wanted at the time. They could just do their own thing, and just scratch each other’s itch whenever they felt the need to. And for a long time it was a perfect arrangement. Until, of course, feelings got involved.

“I don’t know if I can do this anymore,” the words were out of his mouth before he even realised. Was this even the time to bring this up? When they were laying in her bed, tangled together after yet another one of their hookups.

“Do what?” She asked, brows furrowed as she sat up just enough to be able to look him in the eye.

God, he wanted to pull her into his chest and kiss her stupid. The messy post-sex hair, the slight smudge of her makeup around her eyes, the flush on her cheeks. He could just look at her forever, take in every little detail until he passed out.

“The casual fucking,” he admits.

“Why?” She sits up even further, clutching the blankets to her body as if he hasn’t seen her naked a thousand times over.

Instinctively he reaches beside the bed, grabbing his shirt without even looking, and handing it to her. Maybe it was a dumb primal brain thing, but he loved seeing her in his clothes. Made him feel like she was his, even for just a moment.

“‘Cause I don’t want it to be casual anymore,” he reaches out for her, his large hand landing just above her knee and stroking the soft skin with his thumb. He always felt better if she was near, even more so if he could touch her. And that exactly was the problem.

She looked surprised, a little confused even maybe. She pushed a hand through her hair, only for it to fall right back into her face. Her fingers fumbled with the hem of the shirt she was now wearing.

“Is this your shitty way of asking me out?” Joking around had always been her coping mechanism, a way to brush off any complicated situations and feelings.

He shrugged. “I guess, yeah.”

He had to admit that it probably wasn’t the best or most romantic way of going about it. He was still naked, lying on his back in her bed, while she sat beside him, wearing only his shirt and nothing else.

She sighed, her eyes looking everywhere but at his face; another thing she did when she was nervous. “But what if we don’t work out?” Her voice was quiet, a little shaky. “I don’t want to lose you.”

Maybe it was his feelings clouding his judgement, making him hear things that weren’t even there, but was she saying she felt the same way?

“You won’t, okay?” He soothed, his hand reaching for hers, gently pulling her back down against him. “I’m very hard to get rid of,” he joked.

She laid her head down on the pillow beside him, their noses almost touching. “Okay,” she said, laying her hand on his cheek, the stubble prickling against her palm.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,”

That was all he needed, immediately pressing his lips against hers and wrapping her up in his arms.

[makeandshift]

Hasan S/O // conflict

as requested by this lovely anon ❤️ as someone who is super conflict averse and gets hella stressed out by yelling, this was very relatable to write 🙃 also this took forever and i am sorry for that 🫣

She doesn't even know what the hell the argument was actually about, no doubt it was something stupid that neither of them really cared that much about. But now it has just devolved into yelling every single frustration that had accumulated over the past weeks, maybe even months, at each other.

It was all just little annoyances and tidbits that didn't matter and couldn't be changed anyway, but she could just see Hasan grow angrier and more frustrated with every single passing minute.

He's never been this way at her before. Sure, she's heard him yell, seen the scowl on his face, the way he clenches and unclenches his fists, but he's never aimed it at her. And it was starting to scare her.

She tried interrupting him a few times, try to get him to calm down by reaching out, but instead he just barreled on, not even really looking at her or seeing her slowly deflate.

"Where are you going?" he asks, all huffy and loud, when she begins to head towards the staircase.

"To the bedroom because I don't want to be here right now," she replies, her voice sounding a lot calmer than she feels.

"You're just gonna walk away?"

"Yeah, because you're scaring me, Has,"

All the anger seems to instantly drain from his body. His brows furrow and his shoulders drop, making him seem far less broad and intimidating than he did seconds before.

She's already in the doorway of their bedroom when he reaches her, his fingers wrapping around her wrist to stop her.

"I scared you?" he asks and she can already hear the remorse in his voice, the tightness of his throat.

"You did," she admits softly, tears in her eyes as she looks up at him.

He wraps her up in her arms, tucking her against his chest as he hides his face in her hair. She's pretty sure she can feel a few tears against her scalp but chooses not to mention it. Instead her hands cling to the back of his shirt, letting out all the emotions that had accumulated.

"I'm so sorry, baby," He murmurs into her hair, gently rocking them back and forth for however long it takes for her grip to ease up and her tears to dry down.

[makeandshift]

Hasan crushing on his bff

as requested by this lovely anon💕

He never really saw it coming. Maybe he should have, with the way they had clicked instantly and they could spend hours, days on end together without getting bored of each other. He didn't see it until Will pointed it out to him in that point blank, matter of fact way only his best friend could make things clear to him.

"Sounds like a hardcore crush to me, dude," Will had said. Hasan didn't even really remember where or when it had come up, but the words reverberated in his head whenever he caught himself staring at her.

But honestly, could he really blame himself? She was smart, much smarter than he was even though she would never say that about herself. She was so unbelievably kind, especially watching her interact with Kaya brought a smile to his face every single time. And even though she didn't think so herself, he thought she was the most beautiful person in the whole damn world.

He could feel his heartbeat speed up anytime she hugged him, could hear himself start to trip over his words whenever she said anything remotely flattering about him, but most of all, he could feel his stomach drop whenever she mentioned any other men.

[makeandshift]

Hasan S/O // a little reassurance

as requested by this lovely anon ❤️ sorry this took a good while, i struggled with the ending so i hope you like it 😭

She felt stuck, stuck in a phase of life that everyone and everything around her made feel like it should have been long past. Over the course of the last months it seemed like it was just one wedding invitation after the other, interwoven with pregnancy announcements and promotion parties. And here she was, only a few months out of college after taking forever to graduate and working a job she wasn't sure she even liked.

So here she was, spending another evening on the couch wrapped in blankets, surrounded by half opened snacks and the television playing some show she had stopped really focusing on about forty minutes ago.

"You alright there?" came Hasan's voice from the door opening, followed by the sound of Kaya's paws skidding over the hardwood floors as the dog ran towards the couch.

She shrugged. "I honestly don't know," she admitted softly, her hand reaching down to pet the large mass of dog now laying next to the couch. "Everyone just seems to have their shit figured out, and I don't,"

Hasan nodded, making his way over to the couch and sitting down at the opposite end. With practised ease he lifted her blanket covered legs into his lap and grabbed the hand that wasn't petting Kaya. "So what's everyone doing that's got you feeling that way?" he asked, his fingers lacing through hers.

"Getting engaged, married, having babies-"

"Is that something you want right now?" he interrupted her list, looking at her with a quirked eyebrow.

She scowled immediately, shaking her head violently. "Ew no, not yet anyway," she said resolutely. "It just feels like I have to because I am pushing 30."

"Just because everybody is working their dumb little jobs and getting hitched at twenty-something doesn't mean you have to," Hasan said. "Just means they have nothing better going on," he added with a wink.

She pondered his words for a little while. While her friends were busy trying to fit into the cookie cutter, suburban life, she and Hasan were just doing whatever they felt like. They spent their money on vacations, dumb shit for Kaya and whatever caught their eye, instead of throwing it all into a wedding at an overpriced venue or a college fund for a kid that wasn't even conceived yet.

With a smile on her face she sat up. "Thank you," she said, wrapping her arms around Hasan and kissing his cheek.

[makeandshift]

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