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@bluebella101
Intro post
Thought it was time to introduce myself! You can call me Bella (or Blue idc), my pronouns are her/hers. I’m 24. This is a Hasan side account (my main blog is wrestling related and abandoned lol).
I do take requests but they will be slow!
My only rules are:
I try to not write for people who don’t have an online presence, so I won’t write about Hasan’s family
No dead dove
Master list
Surprise! (Hasan x fiancé reader)
This is so fucking stupid omg
No warnings :)
“How long do you think it’ll take for them to notice?” You ask with a giggle. Hasan laughs and pulls out your chair for you. Marche is quietly setting up microphones and cameras for the pod.
“They’ll either notice immediately or not at all” Marche laughs. You can’t help but admire the beautiful new ring adorning your left hand as you sit down. Hasan smiles at you and kisses your head before disappearing to get a drink. Will walks in, followed closely by Austin.
“Hey you!” Will greets warmly “How was New York?” He sits down next to you and gives you a side hug.
“It was really nice actually, even if it was technically a work trip for Has” You smile. Austin is too busy drinking his coffee to pay attention to what’s going on.
“Oh my god, I have so much to catch you up on” Austin groans. Hasan comes back and holds your hand underneath the table, just in case they notice before you start filming.
QT arrives and the podcast starts as usual. Your hand rests up on the table, none of them notice your big new rock. Hasan keeps looking at it, trying not to grin at it too much. He just loves knowing you’re going to be his partner forever. As the recording starts to get close to the hour mark, Marche decides to make it a little more interesting.
“Have you guys noticed anything different about our guest?” Marche asks. Will’s head whips around, immediately looking you up and down.
“What is- OH MY GOD!” He exclaims after finally noticing your ring. Hasan immediately bursts out laughing. QT leans over the table to inspect your hand, squealing.
“What?” Austin asks, still looking at Marche. He looks back to the group and it suddenly clicks.
“OH!”
QT is openly crying at this point, already telling you that she’s making your wedding cake. Will is berating Hasan for not telling him that he was even thinking of proposing. Marche is laughing at the chaos.
“I’m invited to the wedding right?” Austin asks.
“No” Hasan jokes, earning him a slap to the arm from you.
“I need a flower boy!”
Austin has found his true calling, professional flower boy.
average reaction to Austin Show saying things
Hasan semi-public sex kink was not on my bingo card
Could you do a hasan x f!reader where he takes reader to France or Italy and she gets hit on crazy by dudes and hasan is respectfully protective over her?? 🙏💕 looove your writingg
Thank you so much lovely xxx hope you like it even though it’s short!
Warnings: Fem!Reader, reader gets harassed
Hasan is always in awe of how you deal with difficult situations. You always manage to stay calm where he would lose his temper. He thought a vacation in Paris would give you a break from being his personal diplomat. He was wrong. Everywhere you went, there were sketchy men trying to get your attention.
“Pretty lady! Bracelet for pretty lady!” One man shouted. Far too close to you for Hasan’s liking.
“No, thank you” You smiled and attempted to keep walking. The man followed. Has tried desperately to keep his cool.
“Bracelet!” He shouted again. You kept walking, Hasan close at your side. Then, the man tried to grab your wrist. Has could no longer keep his cool.
“Back off man! She said no!” He growled, pushing you behind him. The man quickly backs off and Hasan takes a moment to calm down. Your hand nestles into the crook of his arm.
“Fucking asshole” He grumbles. You smooth your free hand over his back and press your lips to his bicep.
“He’s gone, you dealt with him. Thank you” You soothe. He sighs and turns to you.
“I’m not going to let anyone harass my girl” He huffs. You giggle and start to drag him towards the Eiffel Tower again.
“My hero”
this is what it feels like to open your notifications after you posted what u thought would be a banger but youve only gotten 1 like
‧₊˚⋅ ꜱᴇᴘᴛ 5ᴛʜ ⋅˚₊‧ PART 3 | Hasan Piker X stripper! reader | 18+
SUMMARY ♡ Its been months since the rave and you can't get him out of your head
CW ♡ Angst, smut, depression, substance use
WORD COUNT ♡ 5.1k
NOTES ♡ Don't be mad at me for this lol considering another part because I love this album dearly and any given song on it fits the situation.
no use of y/n, bc ily <3
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(3/3)
SEPT 5th ~ dvsn
You felt ridiculous. Not before you met him, no, before Hasan entered your life you were stable, independent, focused, and now...? God, he was ruining you from the inside out, filling you with understanding and near-constant affection, yuck! You found yourself waiting around for his attention like some groupie on Twitter, it was obsessive even, but could you really blame yourself?
You laid in bed searching for patterns in the ceiling spackle, soaking in your own self pity. Thinking back to that night of the rave, or more so the day after. It was a few months ago at this point, but still replayed in your head constantly like a broken fucking record.
"You're finally awake I see, just made some coffee if you want some". It was a bit past 2pm, you were still engulfed in his comforter, adjusting your sleepy eyes to take in his appearance in the door frame. He leaned against the wooden trim, grey sweatpants lying lazily around his hips, coffee mug in hand.
"Yeah, that'd be good, thanks... what time is it? Is this your house?" The post-molly comedown always hit you hard, even worse when combined with alcohol.
"Yes, it is my house. You doing alright? Think your hangover might be worse than mine".
You grabbed your phone off the nearby nightstand, double tapping the screen to check what circle of hell you were currently in. You groaned at the clock, tossing the device aside, ignoring a few missed messages before pulling the cover back up to your chin. "My whole body feels like its been put through a blender".
"I see that, was gonna ask if you wanted to workout with me, but I didn't want to bother you".
You shot him a dirty look for even suggesting such a thing. He threw his hands up in surrender; "Heard you loud and clear, I'm going to get you that coffee. Anything you want to eat? I could attempt to cook some half decent breakfast or DoorDash something better".
You didn't go home that night either, the concentrated hit of depression had you more than willing to curl up in his arms and allow him to take care of you. After feeding you he waited to be prompted again, laying on his stomach beside you, looking at you with those brown, puppy dog eyes. He didn't make you speak or do anything at all, he spooned you, petting your hair and leaving small pecks on your collar bone until you dozed back off. The worst part was how good at it he was, you typically weren't the fondest of accepting help, but he didn't make you feel weak or stupid for needing it.
Hasan streamed while you napped in the other room, debriefing on the newest political atrocity, accidentally waking you up more than once. Checking your phone you couldn't help but smile at the screen, reading the text he sent beforehand.
Hasan: Gonna stream for a bit I'll try to be quiet, text if you need smthing <3
Heart emojis, seriously? Old man.
He was too considerate, too willing, too loving. He quickly got in the habit of spoiling you in any way he could, such as showering you in way too many Cashapp notifications or bringing you food at work. At first you assumed it was just a way to see you half naked, but most of the time he would be too busy to stick around. Dropping it off at the backdoor, and giving you a quick kiss before he had to leave. You found yourself slipping into romantic daydreams that made you feel like a love sick teenager doodling hearts with glitter pens, and sticking photos of him in your locker. You couldn't stand it.
So there you were, stuck. He slithered into your routine, and you weren't sure how to remove him. You couldn't be having feelings like these for someone like him, it was a lost cause, right? That's what you needed to find out, for certain. You typed up four different paragraph drafts, but always held down the backspace button before you could hit send. Maybe you should just call him or show up at his house. Not in a stalker way, but you know, in a confess to falling in love with your situationship, boombox on the shoulder, 'I love you, say it back' kinda way. Fine, bad idea. Fuck.
Your heart nearly flew from you chest, being snapped from your anxious thoughts by the sound of your phone vibrating right beside your ear. Speak of the devil.
"What's my baby doing?" His voice was as smooth as honey, but your cavities ached, unable to stomach any more of his sweetness.
"I'm okay, what's up?" Your tone was flat, curious as to what he could possibly want at this hour. *This hour* being only 6pm, a time you frequently hung out depending on his busy, everchanging schedule.
"What did I do this time?" He asked, not in a condescending manner, but more so 'If I did something, tell me so I can fix it'. He was very good at taking accountability and apologizing, sometimes more than necessary.
"Nothing, just tired... so what's going on?" You lied, hoping to move on so you could shove your feelings even further up your ass never to be seen again. ugh.
"Can I take you out? There's a new bakery with fun drinks, and books a few minutes away. Could buy you some new reads, get you a sweet treat if you're down".
"Hasannn". You groaned, running a defeated hand over your face.
"Is that a yes?"
"No. I don't want to go anywhere today".
"Not even my place?"
"Okay, maybe your place". You sighed, feeling the corners of your lips subconsciously tug into a grin. You folded, the same way you always did.
He picked you up in his car that always smelled of "Royal Pine" Little Trees, and cologne. It was somehow even more spotless than his home, you wondered if he had people clean it for him. He casually rested his right hand on your thigh as he drove, massaging circles into your skin at stoplights. With every mile you inched towards his abode your stomach knotted a tad more, gaining a impending sense of doom. You thought you might be on the brink of throwing up by the time you arrived in the driveway.
"So quiet today, you sure nothing is bothering you? You know you can talk to me". And you could, about everything else at least. He quickly got to know the ins and outs of your personality, even learning about your strange familial lore.
"I know".
"So why are you acting so shy?" You conversed as you walked, only stopping for him to unlock the front door.
"Dunno".
He allowed the silence long enough for him to toss you back on the couch, climbing on top of you. "What the f-" You were cutoff by the vicious tickling at your sides. "You're gonna tell me what's wrong, so I can make it better!"
Laughing uncontrollably you tried to push him off, lightly punching him in the arm "Get- off-me". You demanded, shoving his chest between words as you writhed under his grasp.
"Nope, not until you talk to me".
You gave in immediately, unable to take any more of his unrelenting wrath; "Fine! just stop tickling me holy fuck". You giggled, relived at the sudden halt.
"Better start talking or I'll keep going". He threatened, leaving smiling kisses across your face and neck. He ended with your chin before hovering above you, impatiently awaiting a response. You sighed in attempt to exhale your worries, meeting his gaze for no more than a second before promptly averting your eyes. Admitting your feelings was one thing, but doing it while Mr. pretty brown eyes stared you down was a different level of purgatory that you refused to reach.
"I think I love you".
The words felt like razor blades exiting your esophagus, you wished you could swallow their sharp edges back down from which they came. His playful smirk shifted into something far softer, he wasn't sure what he expected, but not that. He pulled himself off of you, taking your hands in his to assist in sitting you up, facing each other with your legs comfortably draped on either side of him.
"Okay". He nodded, pushing a strand of your hair out of your face.
"Okay?" You mumbled back to him, both your throat and eyes began to sting from the bitterness of the truth. You wanted him to pull you into a hug, kiss your forehead, and whisper how much he felt the same, but the last thing never came. Instead, he wiped your tears with his thumbs, letting his palms linger, caressing your face before wrapping his arms around you.
"I don't want to ruin this. I wish I never said anything, but it hurts all the time, I just want it to stop". You cried, feeling every bad prediction come true.
"Shhh, you aren't ruining anything". He held you tightly against him, his voice was soft and cautious as if he was equally afraid to fuck this up.
"But I am... I know I am. This was never supposed to be serious, and I became overly attached, I swear I'm not usually this sensitive, I'm sorry". You broke away from his grasp, wiping your nose on the back of your sleeve.
"You're allowed to be sensitive, baby, it's okay to cry. I-I don't mean to sound dumb, but I thought you didn't want a relationship. I'm confused".
You were even more confused by yourself, did you even want a relationship? You definitely didn't before all of this. "I didn't, but you make me feel weird-- or different. You make me feel loved and understood, I like that, I like spending time with you, being close to you, and I don't want to lose that".
"And you aren't going to," he continued periodically wiping tears from your cheeks as he spoke; "I like all that too, you're very special to me... I love you, but I'm not in love with you".
Your lip quivered, eyes falling to the nearest corner of the room, needing to take a break from making eye contact with the man that made your heart feel like it was on the brink of combustion. Hot tears rolled down your already wet cheeks as he tilted your chin back to face him, your head turned, but gaze refused to return to him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I didn't know".
Your sadness tried defending itself by throwing on the disguise of rage instead. Eyebrows furrowed as you finally turned back to him. "How could you not know? You treat me like I'm your girlfriend all the time, you have for months, and then act confused when I say I care".
"Sorry, I'm not good at picking up on those things, but I do care about you too".
"Fuck you".
He sighed as you shoved his hands off your face, inconsiderate fuck. How could he be so blind, was he seriously that oblivious? (Well, yes!)
"How can I fix it?" He asked, every word coming from his mouth only pissed you off more. You stood to your feet, ready to leave as if you hadn't just got there.
"You can't fucking fix everything, Hasan. You do all the right things, but say the wrong words, and now I'm stuck. I'm stuck loving you, while you get to feel nothing, and I am so fucking jealous of that". You were yelling at this point, hand pressed against your chest as if you needed to hold your heart in place to prevent it from shattering, and toppling out of your ribcage.
"I don't feel nothing for you, that's not fair".
"Might as well be". You knew you weren't being fair, but who cares, fair is stable, reasonable. Two things you weren't ready to be right now.
"Hey! Fuckin' stop that, I care so much about you, you have become one of the closest people in my life, that's not nothing". His tone became much more stern, you'd only ever heard him this defensive within the bounds of his online content.
"And you are one of the ONLY people in my life! You suffocate me with your kindness and romantic gestures constantly, so much that you have become at the center of my life, and I don't know what to do with that... Tell me, what do I do with that?" Your voice softened, genuinely hoping he had the answer to your problem like he always did, but this time came back shorthanded.
He stood to mirror you, taking one of your shaky hands in his; "Please don't hate me, I can't have you hate me. I'm sorry. Sorry about hurting your feelings, sorry for making you feel lead on, sorry I cant love you. N-not right now, its just so much going on, I wouldn't be enough, I couldn't do it right. Work takes up so much time, you deserve a partner who will always be there, one who can do more than apologize with guilty gifts because I was too busy with work to send a simple fucking message. I'm sorry, okay!? But you don't get to act like my feelings for you are nothing".
You felt like you couldn't breathe, biting your tongue so hard you could almost taste iron. Was this better or worse? Unrequited or unobtainable? Either way it hurt like hell.
"but I want you". You crumbled, sobbing into his chest as he once again pulled you in, this time you could hear his heartbeat, loud and rapid.
"I know, baby. It's okay, shh its okay, it'll go away, you just have to wait it out. I promise there is better for you". He had a gnawing pit in his stomach, he didn't want to have to do what he needed to, but he refused to keep hurting you. You weren't having fun anymore, he needed to let you go.
"I think it's best we stop talking, at least for a little". He murmured, half hoping you never even heard him, and the two of you could ignore it, continuing like nothing ever happened.
"No". You responded in an angry whisper, tightening your hold around his torso like he was sure to disappear if you let him slip from your grasp.
"I don't know how to stop making you feel bad, you know we can't keep this up. We shouldn't."
You remained silent, trying to figure out a way to tolerate the idea of unknowing him. Eventually, you nodded, you mind begrudged your body, as if it had betrayed you by agreeing. "I know".
"Okay".
"I don't want to go... I don't want you to go".
"You don't have to, not this second. We can spend some time to say goodbye... for now".
You both returned to the couch, the middle cushion acting as a mediator to the drama, but somehow ended up back under his arm, your knees tucked to your chest.
"I want to remember us like us, we shouldn't be all sad". You finally broke the longwinded silence, finally feeling stable enough to speak clearly.
"Sorry". Was all he could muster, looking almost as crushed as you, unsure of what to say or do.
"Me too, I didn't mean to be so harsh".
He absentmindedly placed a kiss on the top of your head, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. Every time he touched you it felt like a warm, glowing light enveloped you, causing your heart to flutter.
"Can I kiss you still?" You blurted without thinking, but it was only fair after he did, right?
"I don't think tha-"
"If this is our last day together why can't we make it good?"
"Is that what you want?"
You nodded, and he naively or possibly even selfishly allowed it. You climbed into his lap, his breath hitching as you straddled him, cupping his stubble-covered face between your palms. You leaned in, softly pressing your lips against his, he was stiff, apprehensive at first, but in mere seconds fell back into familiarity. You sucked on his bottom lip *accidentally*, earning a shaky breath, his large hands tightening on your hips.
"Stop". He mumbled against your lips, breaking the kiss for a second before pulling you back into it. You felt so good against him, so routine, 'why would you ever be anywhere else' he wondered. In the back of his mind he knew he should put his foot down and push you off of him, but who was he to tell you no? He always did love giving you your way, sure it may be a temporary relief, but temporary was better than not at all.
"You want me to?"
He shook his head no, holding onto your thighs for leverage as he laid you back. Your legs wrapped around his waist, feeling him involuntarily begin to grind his growing erection against you, slipping his tongue in you mouth. You whined under him, always wanting more, always insatiable for his touch.
"Baby, I don't want to hurt you". He said softly, minty cool breath so close you could still feel him on your lips.
"One more time can't hurt... just one more, please. You don't have to love me like that, just pretend".
"Pretend?"
"If it feels real, does it matter if you mean it?"
"Will it make you happy?"
You nodded without hesitation, and he could never bring himself to disappoint you. He went to work on your neck, lightly sucking your sensitive skin, leaving reddish marks behind. Hasan was always cautious to not leave behind evidence, but in this moment none of that mattered, in this moment you were his. Not just a friend you hooked up with, but his other half, the one he goes to bed next to, and the one he plans to be with until the end of time.
It was patient and precise, pulling both of your clothes off only when the time felt right, both giggling at him accidentally tossing your shirt on the coffee table, clumsily knocking something over. Instead of putting you in a ready position he kissed you more, trying his best to remain still with his skin against yours. It felt impossible, throbbing against your wetness what felt like nonstop, but he disregarded the ache for release, determined to take his time with you.
"Please". You begged in a breathy, needy tone; "just fuck me already, please". He ignored your pleas, allowing his cock to slide back against your sticky folds, allowing you a morsel of friction. Both of you gasping when it'd occasionally slide in, the tip stretching you ever so slightly before he'd swiftly pull back repeating the agonizing process.
"Gotta love you right, m'not gonna fuck you this time". He bit back moans, spilling precum only slickening your pussy more. You impatiently kissed him, angling your hips upward **definitely accidentally** causing him to slide inside halfway to the base. Your mouth fell open whimpering his name against him. He only had so much self control, and this time he was far out of his depth, groaning as he sunk all the way into you, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck, practically hugging you as he pushed slow and deep into your sopping cunt.
"Always so good for me, so pretty, so perfect". He whispered into your ear, chills covering your skin; "I don't deserve you".
Your back arched in attempts to needily grind against him, feeling so full and so close already, you just needed a little more. He knew your body like the back of his hand, indexing all your physical cues in his mind. He wasn't intentionally trying to tease or make you beg for it like usual, he just wanted you to feel all of him. He gave you what you wanted, increasing his pace just enough to make your eyes roll back, your breath getting caught in your chest, silenced by overwhelming pleasure. He always did fuck you the best, but this was another level.
"Feel good?" He asked, his voice coming out husky and broken, fighting to last longer despite you repeatedly tightening around him.
"Always".
His eyes locked onto yours as he rutted into your heat, so close you could see those cute little freckles sprinkled across his face. He was unfortunately everything you ever wanted. Tears lightly glossed your eyes, unsure if it was the intensity of him repeatedly fucking into your most sensitive spot or your heart catching up to you.
"Don't cry, baby. I'm here, I'm here... fuck". Holding his composure was getting more and more difficult, and you felt the same, a tingling pressure growing all over. Not just between your legs, every nerve ending buzzing in titillation.
"Fuck- I love you so much". You whimpered, feeling overly vulnerable from being so close to the brink. Your words make his stomach flip, perhaps he was just a narcissist that loved to hear his own praise or maybe he felt something he wasn't ready to fully admit. Regardless, right now he was your lover and nobody else's.
"I love you". He returned as his pace quickened, pupils blown with adoration; "Love you, baby. M'so fuckin close".
You cursed, lacing your fingers through the back of his hair, wanting to drink this memory in forever, ignoring the cruel fate of tomorrow. Sparks of arousal licked at your center, pussy spasming as you reached your climax. He leaned in, messily kissing you, grunting into your mouth with every stroke, spilling his cum into your womb.
It was so intimate and raw, you were both left speechless. Sweaty foreheads resting against one another as you both attempted to catch your heaved breaths. He broke into a half-hearted chuckle, placing a peck on your cheek, he was definitely going to miss the way you looked at him. "I can't imagine you no longer being around, sometimes being close to you is all I have to look forward to". His tone was soft, barely intelligible, but you heard him through and through.
"It doesn't have to be forever...". You offered, tracing your nails against his strong back.
"It won't be, but even 'just for now' is going to suck".
You smiled, still teary eyed, and still glued together, naked in more ways than one. You nodded in sour agreement, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, he sighed, head falling against your chest in defeat.
***
The morning after you woke up in your own bed, in your own home, and it hurt. Curled up in one of Hasan's old hoodies he gave you after the rave, in a lot of ways this reminded you of that day. The looming depression that followed you around like an obnoxious storm cloud in those old cartoons, one that only rained on you. You skipped work, spending most of your hours listening to your sad playlists, staring at your phone as if you glared hard enough it would summon a text message from him. It didn't.
It felt like the world ended every time you got your heart broken, but things got better, as they always do. Weeks passed, you stopped the staring contest with your phone and started to rebuild your routine. Wake up, eat, smoke, workout, go on a walk, find some place new on said walk, smoke again, read, and then work. In between you admittedly made time for some spur of the moment plans like more shopping, getting your hair and nails done, partying, etc.
Its not like the feelings went away, you still watched those story views like a hawk, not to mention some of his streams on harder days, but hey these things take time. You rode out the motions of a heartache, confiding in Scarlett during one drunken night at your apartment, music and giggles filling the room. You sat parallel to each other on the fuzzy black rug in your living room for whatever reason, suddenly preferring it to the couch.
"The audacity for him to recruit you as essentially his sugar baby and then proceed to be wishy washy about a real relationship. Why is he not like falling at your feet? Is you having feelings for him not the dream orrr?" She looked more serious about it than you, scrunching up her face at the thought of a man doing you wrong before hitting your freshly packed bong.
"Thats what I'm saying! Although I'm not sure if I was an official sugar baby".
"Remind me how much he sent you again". She grinned, rolling her eyes.
"Okay fine, MAYBE I was an accidental sugar baby, but I really just wanted to hook up with him initially. Everything else just happened". You shrugged, blowing out a dramatic exhale.
"Well either way, he sucks, do you really want to be dating a man that yells at a camera all day?"
"Unfortunately". You burst out laughing, knowing she was trying to make you feel better, and admittedly it was working. Once the subject changed you didn't think of him for the rest of the night, it was nice.
Hasan on the other hand submerged himself in his work, streaming longer hours, taking nearly every chance to fill up his schedule, busied with interviews and podcasts. He thought about texting you more than you did him, wanting to just ask how you are. He spent embarrassingly long periods of time reminiscing, looking at old pictures of you two.
'Doesn't matter' he reminded himself, reaffirming that he was too busy to think about silly things like romance and his feelings, there was so much to do, constantly. So, so much. Unless maybe, just maybe you were waiting for him to say something, what if he was making a mistake, letting you slip through his fingers.
The familiar pink glow of the building sign read "Eden's Garden" the letter 's' occasionally flickering. He stared at the bricks for far too long, contemplating, waiting. There was a chance you wouldn't even be there... except he knew you were, due to your Instagram story post you made an hour prior. "Come see me tn!" it read, a common occurrence to show off your cute set, and invite more regulars to spend on you, but he in a deluded kind of way he took that to heart and drove straight to the club.
Missing you put the keys in the ignition, while yearning managed the steering and guilt pressed hard on the gas petal. His palms sweated against the wheel, gripping tighter than necessary, occasionally spinning the ring on his index finger with his thumb. The gravel coating the parking lot seemed unnecessarily loud under his shoes, screaming at him to turn around, get back in his car, and go home, but he didn't, he couldn't.
As he paid the entry fee and passed security, dancers sitting at the bar greeted him, but he paid them no attention, he was on a mission. He found a clearing at the end of the counter, enough space for him to order a quick shot without being approached. He downed two, then three, it seemed there wasn't enough alcohol in the world to give him the confidence to seek you out. Broken away from his overthinking by the DJ excitedly announcing your stage name. His heart sunk, hands shaky and uncertain, fuck it, this is what he came for.
He forced himself to that same chair surrounding the stage that he grew to know so well. "Loveeeeeee Song" by Rihanna vibrated against the walls of the building, but Hasan must've blocked it out because he swore all he could hear was his heart pounding paired with the confident taps of your heels as you graced the stage.
You quite literally sparkled, covered in body glitter, skin almost beaming as bright as the new addition of tooth gems, shinning any time you grinned at the crowd. Your hair was longer now, a different color too with all 25 inches of premium bundles that ended barely above your ass. You looked good, undeniably. He didn't prefer you to look one way or another, always excited for you to facetime him after any new additions to your appearance. Oh how he missed your calls.
His mouth was the slightest bit agape, entirely amazed by your flow, you clearly picked up some new moves since he saw you last. If he was nervous he didn't show it, once you met his gaze you looked him up and down shooting him the tiniest smirk, turning away from that direction, in order to disguise any type of expression, determined to maintain a poker face despite mentally panicking. God he looked good. His hair was a tad longer as well, beginning to curl around the base of his neck, mustache now accompanied by much longer stubble, more rugged. Dressed casually in a graphic tee, cargo pants, and combat boots.
The song faded into another, still denying him your attention, as you swung your hips back and forth. You gradually slid down the pole, back pressed against the cool metal as allowed your tiny top hit the floor before you did. He didn't messily toss money out this time but rather held out a stack of ten $100 bills tucked between his index and middle fingers like always. You sighed, seductively crawling towards him, giving you an overwhelming sense of dejavu.
You smiled, as he tucked the cash into the waistband your micro skirt. "What do you want?" You asked in a playful tone.
"Couldn't stay away," He confessed, running a nervous hand through his hair; "come see me after your set?"
"Always".
He got lost in your glossy lips, nodding in agreement before you returned to your performance. Maybe this is always who you were meant to be to each other; transactional, sexual, surface level. You served your purpose just fine within the club, everything outside of these four walls was where the problem lied. A once clean-cut relationship turned into something muddled by emotions.
Or maybe you were destined to be more, the way you used to be. Trying out new coffee shops while you talk about each other's day. In a different timeline of course, in which he gives you forehead kisses and wakes you up with your favorite coffee every morning, he memorized how you like it, so you'd never have to remind him. One where work doesn't consume you both.
But for now all you have is this. So you'll bite your tongue, shrink your heart, and continue playing the part of the attractive dancer that takes his mind off the things that burden him while he remains nothing more than a well paying customer.
Reading this masterpiece again cause I like hurting my own feelings lol
4 times you reached for his hand + 1 time he reached for yours
Warnings: Friends to lovers (sort of), actually fluffy for once :)
1. When he’s anxious
You’ve always been observant. You notice things Hasan would never even think to look for. He loves that about you. It means you notice things about him too, like the way he twists his rings around his fingers when he’s nervous. It’s the only sign really, he’s as stone faced as ever. You suppose this isn’t the best place for him to be visibly nervous, backstage at an event he’s due to speak at in under five minutes.
So you quietly move closer to him, he barely acknowledges your presence. He’s too busy staring at the wall trying to remember all his points. You cover his hands with yours and stroke his knuckles with your thumb. He stares at them for a long moment, then finally meets your eyes.
“You’re going to do great” You smile at him gently. His stomach starts flipping for a whole new reason.
2. When you’re excited
Hasan loves surprising you. Usually you are dead set on him not buying you anything. You aren’t friends with him for his money. He wants to treat you though. So when you offhandedly mentioned an artist you’d love to commission when you had the cash, he jumped at the chance.
You’re immediately suspicious when he tells you he has a present for you next time you’re over at his place. He leads you through to the living room where the frame sits proudly resting against his couch.
“Oh my god Hasan you didn’t!” You squeal, grabbing at his hands as you jump on the spot. You run over to inspect it and he smiles as his watches you.
You’re back by his side in an instant, throwing your arms around his next as you thank him over and over. His arms snake around your torso, holding you close to him. He almost doesn’t let you go.
3. So you don’t lose him in a crowd
The event is packed, probably far too packed. Everywhere you turn there’s more people. You however are determined to get where you’re going, easily weaving between groups of bodies. Hasan follows closely behind you, only able to keep you in sight because of his height. Until he looks down and you’ve vanished.
He doesn’t panic, you are perfectly capable of looking after yourself and he knows where you’re headed. Will and Caroline are tucked away in the far corner. He’s yet to find anywhere where you won’t immediately find Caroline. Still, he starts searching for you in the crowd.
You seem to pop out of nowhere in front of him, reaching for his hand with a grin. Your fingers intertwine with his and you’re pulling him forwards. Once you reach your friends you drop his hand. His misses that warmth instantly. Will raises his eyebrows at him.
“I lost him” You shrug
4. On a quiet night
Hasan always tells you travelling doesn’t make him tired. He was only in New York, it’s a flight he’s taken more times than he can count. But you can always tell when he’s secretly exhausted. You dragged him out to the balcony the first chance you got, blanket and snack already set up on the floor. You plop down and pat the space next to you, beaming up at him. How could he ever refuse you?
It’s never that quiet in the city but it’s somewhat peaceful. You’re sat just a little too close to him, body leaning into his. You’re staring at the night sky although you can’t see anything through the city lights. Your hand finds his as you rest your head against his shoulder. His lips press to the crown of your head on instinct.
“Thank you” He whispers
“Anytime” You reply
+1. When he proposes
Hasan has built this moment up in his head for years. He wants it to be perfect, he needs this to be as perfect as you. He’s hoping you can’t sense the nerves exuding from him, at least you’re distracted by the beauty of Central Park. He notices the photographer hiding off to the side, this is it. He stops walking and you turn to him, slightly confused.
He reaches for your hand as he drops to one knee.
“Will you marry me?”
He can barely get the ring on your finger before you tackle him with a hug.
Bad idea, right? (Hasan x reader)
I’m allergic to happy endings apparently
Part one here x
Warnings: smutish and angsty soz
You were freaking out. Quietly, as to not concern your poor uber driver. Texting Hasan was a stupid thing to do. He probably blocked your number ages ago anyway. Or worse, he didn’t and had already seen your drunken weakness. You look out the car window, you’re almost home, where you can hide from the consequences of your actions. You almost dive out the car as it stops, thanking the driver quickly. You rummage in your bag as you walk towards your building, you notice something in the corner of your eye.
Hasan watches you stumble out of the car from where he’s hovering next to the main door of the building. You don’t notice him immediately, he briefly considers taking off running. Then you see him. You look shocked, a fair reaction considering the circumstances, then something else crosses your face.
“Hasan?” You question, frozen to the spot. Maybe you’re hallucinating, he wouldn’t really be here. Would he?
“Hey” He replies quietly. He can’t think of anything else to say, seeing you has short circuited his brain. You look stunning, as perfect as you did the last time he saw you. When you left him.
“What are you doing here?” You ask. Your legs move of their own accord towards him. You end up too close to him, you want to reach out and hold him the way you used to.
“I uh- I don’t know” He admits suddenly fascinated with his hands. Anything to not look at your eyes. He’s going to do something stupid if you keep looking at him like that.
You stand with him for a moment, all you can hear is the buzz of the city and the hammering of your heart in your chest. This is a bad idea, right?
“Do you wanna come upstairs?” You ask, he’s already moving closer the second the words leave your mouth. One hand grips your hip, the other cradles your face as he kisses you. You kiss him back with just as much passion.
You get your keys out somehow, he won’t let his lips leave yours for more than a second. Both of you manage to stumble to your door, he knows the way like the back of his hand. Your bag and shoes are dumped somewhere near the door, his jacket is thrown over the back of your couch. He lowers you onto your bed and your fingers struggle with the buttons on his shirt. He loses patience and just rips it off. You kiss his neck, his fingers dip into your panties.
“All this for me?” He mutters, fingers dragging through your wet folds. He feels you nod enthusiastically against his neck.
“Uh uh baby, I wanna hear you say it. Tell me how much you want me” He whispers, he pulls your head up to look you in the eye. Your pupils are blown out, lips swollen and cheeks red. Just the sight of you takes his breath away.
“I need you Hasan. Only you.” You pant. He ignores the longing burning in his stomach and covers your mouth with his. If there’s one thing you and Hasan have always excelled at, it’s ignoring feelings.
-
Hasan wakes the next morning late and in the wrong bed. He remembers all too quickly how he ended up back in this bedroom. You’re still asleep next to him, he moves slowly to not wake you. He pulls on his clothes that were lying next to the bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket. One unread message. From you. He watches you in the bed for a moment, still and peaceful. He sighs quietly then heads for your door.
You hear the door click quietly as he leaves. You still haven’t moved since he woke you up while he dressed. You’re staring at the empty bed. Later, you’ll blame the tears pouring from your eyes on your hangover, not your broken heart.
Masterlist
Omg I hate doing masterlists if I’ve missed anything or a link breaks let me know xxx
Fics
Puppy Love - Hasan x SingleMom Reader
Part 1
Hasan’s version
EL CLúB - Hasan x Ex!Reader
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Earrings - Hasan x Fwb!Reader
Prequel
Part 1
Part 2
Gentle - Hasan x Reader
Part 1 (unofficial lol)
Part 2
Hasan Piker and his friend who is definitely just a friend - Hasan x Reader
Part 1
Drabbles/Headcannons
Hasan and fem!reader flirting on stream
Domestic Hasan
First Father’s Day
Austin and Reader teaming up against Hasan
Streamer!reader is sick
Reader brings Hasan food on stream
4 times you reached for his hand + 1 time he reached for yours
Protective Hasan in Paris
Announcing your engagement on fear&
Baby daddy Hasan
HASAN PIKER Fear& 206
Puppy Love (Hasan’s version) Hasan x SingleMom!Reader
Hasan’s POV of part one which is here
No warnings just fluff x
He’s not sure when he started to look for you every time he brings Kaya to the park. His eyes always seem to glance over at your bench when he gets there and usually, you’re there. Sometimes you’ll push the stroller the loop around the park the entire time, others you sit for hours. Your kid clearly loves dogs, he’s constantly leaning out to see them. He waves at the little one when you’re not looking, is it weird for guys to wave at little kids they don’t know? He thinks about you more than he likes to admit, he never sees anyone with you other than your son. He made the mistake of mentioning you in front of Will and he’s not let it go since.
“You should just speak to her man!” Will says, slapping him on the back. They’re in the pod studio waiting on QT and Austin.
“No dude, I’m not hitting on her when she’s with her kid like some creep. She’s probably with someone” Hasan sighs while fiddling with one of his rings.
“Just don’t be creepy” Will shrugs. Hasan resists the urge to roll his eyes.
The next day he takes Kaya to the park and you’re on your bench, stroller parked next to you. He’s fully watching you as Kaya strolls along next to him. Maybe Will is right, he should introduce himself. Before he can even begin to gather up the courage, Kaya slips her leash and takes off.
“Fuck! Kaya, come back here!” He shouts, immediately running after her. She’s beelining for you, well he’ll definitely have to speak to you now. Thankfully Kaya stops at you, starts nudging at you for attention. He slows down, suddenly nervous.
“I’m so sorry, she’s never like this” He sighs, pulling the dog away from you. He fumbles nervously with her leash until she’s secure again. Your son seems to be loving the unexpected visitors.
“It’s ok! We see you all the time, I know she’s a good girl” You smile and Hasan struggles to not stare. Your smile lights up your whole face and you look stunning.
He introduces himself, holding his hand out for a handshake by habit. You shake his hand gently telling him your name. He hopes you don’t notice how clammy his hands are. He glances at the stroller where your son is trying to grab Kaya.
“Hope she didn’t scare him” He says, you immediately shake your head.
“Oh no, he loves dogs. This is like his dream come true” You laugh. He likes your laugh, it suits you. He crouches down and encourages Kaya to say hello to the baby. He squeals as she licks his hands, surprisingly gently.
You talk for almost an hour, until your son falls asleep and Kaya is exhausted from chasing a ball. He leaves the park with your number now saved in his phone and a promise that Kaya will get to see your son (her new best friend) again soon.
drabble request for Hasan x f!reader flirting constantly on stream before they’re officially together
Short and sweet x inspired by this vod
“You look nice” You say casually as you walk into his office, dropping your bag just off camera. He hopes you don’t see the blush that immediately reddens his cheeks. He adjusts his suit jacket slightly.
“Thank you” He replies sheepishly. He stands up for a hug that lasts slightly too long then lets you sit down first. You say hi to chat and Hasan picks out an AI generated conservative slop video for you to watch.
Something weird happens in the video and you bounce in your seat grabbing his arm as he laughs. He tries to hide his disappointment when your hands fall back into your lap. Over the rest of the video, you naturally move closer to him. Your foot gently nudges his every so often. He spends more time looking at you than the screen.
Hasan lock in
He can’t stop looking at herrr
I swear they weren’t sitting this close to each other earlier
Ask her out already dude
“You’d have a trad-wife, that’s my headcannon” You laugh, glancing at him. He’s already looking at you but quickly looks away, laughing.
“What the hell is a headcannon?” He asks.
“It’s like, lore fans of something make up. How do you not know that Mr.Chronically Online?” You tease
“Well, I do hate women” He jokes with a shrug.
“You don’t hate me.” You say dismissively
“Fake news” He laughs and you swat his arm lightly.
They’re gonna hard launch on insta soon trust
Stop being in love it’s gross
Mrs. Hasan Piker
Make him do gaming
My news guy is down bad dawg
This is one of the very few times he completely agrees with chat.
Puppy love (Hasan x SingleMom!Reader)
Short but part 2 is on the way girlies
No warnings just fluff
Ever since your son was born, he has loved dogs. Big dogs, little dogs, cats he thinks look like dogs, he loves them all. In an ideal world you’d get a dog but your apartment is far too small for a pup. Your solution? You spend hours at the park with your little boy, watching all the dogs run around. Well, you seem to be finding yourself watching one specific dog owner.
He’s tall, like ridiculously tall and just…big. Maybe after a few drinks you’d admit that he is very attractive. From your many hours of sitting on a bench watching them, you have gathered the dog is called Kaya. And she might be the most spoiled dog in the world. He’s constantly talking to her (in the worlds silliest baby voice) and giving her treats for basically anything. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t very endearing how much he loves her.
Kaya might be your son’s favourite dog, if the way he tries to scramble out of the stroller to see her is any indication. He squeals when he sees any dog but Kaya? You’d probably hear him in New York. Kaya’s owner always smiles from across the park when he does it. You wonder if he’s figured out it’s his dog causing the noise.
Today your sat on your usual bench, kiddo is in his stroller next to you happily watching the world go by. No Kaya today (which means no hot owner either, bummer) but plenty other dogs to keep your boy distracted for at least half an hour. You were daydreaming, not really paying attention when you heard a commotion across the park.
“Kaya! Come back here!” You look towards the shouting and are met with the sight of the massive dog barrelling towards you. Other people jumped out of the way but you knew fine that this dog was a big softie. She stopped right at you, tail wagging like mad.
“Hello pup” You smiled, scratching at her neck so you could grab her collar if she tried to run off again. She was very pleased with herself, licking any part of you she could reach. Your son was also overjoyed despite being hit in the face with a tail repeatedly.
Her owner jogged up to you, apologising over and over. He grabbed her collar and gently moved her away from you.
“I am so sorry, she’s never like this” He sighs, fumbling to re-attach her leash. Your son was babbling away in his stroller, reaching out to Kaya.
“It’s ok! We see you all the time, I know she’s a good girl usually” You smile and stand up to gently stop your son from grabbing her tail and hurting her.
“I’m Hasan, by the way” He says, holding his hand out for you to shake.
You tell him your name and he grins at you.
Your sister is going to be so excited that you finally spoke to Hot Dog Dad.
I miss you queen @blueberrysoaps ❤️
Part 3 of Earrings!!! I beg!!! 🙏
I would I just dk what to do with it. Do I just jump to after they’ve had the baby or stick with the pregnancy for now?? Idk man writing is too hard lol
wait can you write some Hasan headcanons? Maybe like daily life, his bf vibes? i know mans is miserable when you leave the house or can’t go on a trip w him.
Domestic Has headcannons lets goooo
No warnings just fluffy xx
First of all, Hasan wants you to move in with him pretty much as soon as he realises he’s serious about you. Partly because he wants you safe, Fox News photographers are always buzzing around and if you live with him it makes him way less nervous about you getting doxxed by them. He also just wants you around all the time.
You guys fall into a routine very quickly. He wakes up and takes Kaya to the gym and then comes home in time to eat breakfast with you. He streams while you work, you both finish at the same time. You guys work like clockwork.
He’s constantly hugging you. You’re cooking dinner? He’s hugging you from behind with his chin resting on top of your head. He’s doing some work at his desk? He’s pulling you into his lap. It doesn’t even matter if you guys have company, he just wants to hold you all the time.
He hates travelling without you. He’d bring you all over the world with him if he could but you do have a life outside of him. He’s constantly texting you while he’s away. He also needs at least one picture of you and Kaya a day.
You constantly steal his clothes. Between you and Austin he’s actually starting to run out of clothes. He loves seeing you wearing them though.
He tries to teach you Turkish. He grins like an idiot listening to you slowly say a sentence and very much tries to not laugh when you get it wrong. It really turns him on listening to you speak his language
Literally cannot sleep if you’re not in bed with him. It’s partly why he starts travelling less, he just tosses and turns all night without you.
Kaya becomes your daughter almost immediately. She follows you all over the house. When Hasan can’t find her it’s usually because she’s curled up somewhere with you, ignores him shouting on her.
