Can you do a fic where vou sometimes just lay around in the same room when he is streaming. Sometimes falling asleep and waking up because of him yelling.
Hi! I’m guessing this is for Hasan. Thx for requesting Anonie. I had a pretty rough day so I’m as tired as y/n rn :-: so excuse any mistakes
Hasan m.list
Pillow-sniper
Warnings: none rlly, fluff, chat calling you and Hasan “parents”, gender neutral language, “Baby” as a petname (1), a pillow gets thrown, mention of the 8th amendment of the US constitution. (Citing my sources 🫡)
The couch in Hasan’s office was much more comfortable than the one in the living room. And besides, you like being close. He likes being close. It’s just the most optimal lounging location for you. Especially since today there was a lull in the insanity, his reactions were quiet enough to actually take a well deserved nap….
“Chatter- you can not be SO FUCKING STUPID! What are you TALKING ABOUT!!”
Hasan has been stun-locked again. A chatter who’s either found themselves with a bad take or just a bad way of expressing it has caught his eye and now, with his strong sense of justice and drive to educate the silly gooses of the internet, he’s interrupting your slumber.
You bolt up with a quick, disoriented breath in. Hair unkept, lines on your cheeks and arms, minor aching from how you curled yourself up. You should be used to this by now. But usually someone yelling means something is wrong.
With Hasan it’s just another Tuesday. You were in his office anyway, if you wanted real quiet you’d sleep in his bed. Hearing him talk and react to stream is usually soothing.
You should’ve just watched it from the other room, you deduce.
He hears the creaking as you rub your face and get your bearings. Head snapping with a cringing, apologetic look.
“Shit,” he mutes his mic. “Sorry.”
He’d known you’d been sleeping and had tried to keep it down since—and you didn’t hear this from me—actually require it to survive. He knows to conk out like that you must really need it.
He can’t stop the grin either. At how fucking cute you look when you’ve just woken up. A real treat.
Now, usually you’d say it’s fine. And not to interrupt stream over it, but you’re tired from working. Your first instinct? Especially with that shit eating grin he’s wearing at your expense?
☠️ Throw a pillow and aim for the cranium ☠️
It frizbees through his office hitting him in the side of the head. Unprepared, he tries to catch it and just ends up spinning a few times. It landing in his lap.
As chat does. It gets clipped. It’s marvelous.
“Hey! That- hey!” He was so caught off guard he doesn’t know exactly what to say. His brown eyes are wide with appalled amusement, and freckled nose scrunched like he just can’t believe you’d resort to violence.
“Sleep deprivation is cruel and unusual punishment.” You croak, crossing your arms. Voice still tired from the day, and from the sleep.
His expression melts, he rolls his eyes—at himself for letting your adorable sleepiness erase what annoyance had accrued—and hugs the pillow to his chest, mirroring your posture.
“Baby, don’t pull out the constitution right now I said I was sorry.”
The stream, still muted, can see the smirk in his lip, and affection in his expression. The chat reads:
GollyWHAM69: HASAN FOCUS
okaysynergy¿: proper name.. place name.. backstory stuffff
Omegalolverse: OMG LOL ON SIGHT
Pepeforce555: are our parents fighting or flirting?
ProceedNOcaution: @ Pepeforce555 y not both?
You start to stretch, arms reaching over your head before pulling the blanket over your sleep-slumped shoulders. “I’m gonna lay in your bed. With soundproofing between us”
The pillow falls out of his lap. He almost looks alarmed, or disappointed. He may not ever admit it out loud but he does like looking over his shoulder and knowing you’re there. A room away may not seem like a lot, but in a sea of constant conversation and media and stimulation. Let alone the hot burning garbage the state of the world is right now, it’s too far.
“No, I’m almost done. Please just stay? I’ll order you food. Well watch your show later.”
You think about it. Which, makes him throw his head back with a groan.
Your turn to roll your eyes.
“Fine. I’ll stay.” You give in. Planning to anyway before he begged (though it was nice)
He nods. Promising to keep it at a lower and consistent volume for the last hour, and tosses you his phone so you can order for yourself.
The stream is too sidetracked to get back to the topic that pissed him off in the first place. He got pillow-sniped out of the stun-lock. He gets sent a hundred variations of the clip pretty much instantly and your aim is complimented, and analyzed like a pro baseball pitch in slow-mo.
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A/n: sorry if this is short but I’m flaring up atm. It kind of turned into a crack fic sorry about that (it’s my specialty) but it was also fun to write! Hopefully as I get back into practice after a long hiatus I can make better/longer fics <3
Ps! I don’t use ai to write my fics and will NEVER do so no machine can copy my whimsy. It requires real biological unhingness, selective cringe, and run on sentences they can’t replicate with logical mathematical equations
