#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.

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[mystic-writings]

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.

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12/20 - tommyinnit drabble request

12/27 - sirius black x reader rewrite

12/31 - hasan piker drabble request

01/03 - wilbur soot fic request

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