#streamer rpf

Synopsis: after over a year of secretly dating (and public flirting before that) you and Hasan have finally gone public with your relationship. This leaves months and months of shipping content that he has yet to capitalize from. But not anymore! He finally gives chat free rein to send him some videos to react to, all to confident they did a good job at hiding. They did not and there’s enough compilations of Hasan down bad to prove it. As he attempts to defend himself for being so confidently obvious, you walk into the scene of the crime.

You and Hasan have recently gone public with your relationship. There was a few, allbeit mostly positive reactions from viewers.

“OMG YAYYY”

“I knew it. I wasn’t crazy”

And of course

“Yeah we know.. thought you were together longer honestly”

Many shippers were vindicated that day.

There were a few HATERS of course but that’s just the reality of posting online. It was the main reason you hid it for so long. Hasan’s haters attempting to get digs at him through you. But it was time, your relationship was strong enough to handle the worms that disapproved and finally just being able to say it after so long was freeing.

The shippers… or should I say truthers were ecstatic. While there was a lot of shipping content, edits, compilations, tweets and clips etc before the announcement. The sheer number of videos pointing out all the signs multiplied in the days following.

And that’s why Hasans here, streaming and allowing people to send in videos about the whole affair for him to react to. Convinced it’s not as obvious as people are saying. As before this, he’s stayed away from the content like.

“Of course now that I’ve confirmed it every fucking person is saying that already knew. Performative shipping.” Hasan chides the chat as he tabs away some videos. Stream just started and it’s all anyone’s talking about.

Loldontuno:HASAN IVE BEEN A TRUTHER SINCE 2023

He opens the users chat history and yeah.. one of the first streams you and Hasan did together they were shipping them. And got timed out for it.

“Whatever we have a lot to get through, no they’re not coming on stream they’ve had enough of you guys this week.”

While you’re used to the Internet as you stream yourself, and you had a lot of overlap in your audience it was just an influx of a lot more interaction than usual. You’re taking a mental health day and then farming this thoroughly tomorrow.

The first clip wasn’t very incriminating. He remembers it well though. You’d been on Fear&, for the first time since you started seeing each other and he wasn’t necessarily slaying the social interactions. He was a bit distracted, he’ll admit.

Wobblelobble6967: “it wasn’t obvious he says” him: 😻

“IT WASNT! You guys are just weird.” He says defensively.

The next clip was when he was on your stream, cooking some TikTok viral shit that ended up not being good. You two were in sync, it wasn’t the first time you’d cooked together and it showed.

“Nah chat we were just cooking.” Denial is a river in Egypt though. He adjusts his glasses as if it’ll get less incriminating. It only makes him see how distracted he looked cutting the vegetables.

Dontlookatmepls: knife safety was secondary to her beauty

“Okay yeah. I get how you could MAYBE see it. Maybe.”

Next clip. It was just him. He accidently went on a rant about how much he liked having you on stream. Alone this time in his office after you’d left. The edit goes into 5x speed. Clear he was rambling about what good content you make, how funny you are, how much he genuinely likes hanging out with you. The sincerity bled off of him.

He clears his throat and takes a drink to sheepishly hide his face as it goes on and on.. and on.

“I talk about all my friends like that.”

Luzeecrtl: sure bud

PridefulPear: that’s how I talk to my partner who I’m MARRIED TO btw

GerryMandor: right and I’m not a 2 year sub (called it btw)

He moves on.

The next one is a compilation called “Hasan Piker giving [Name] heart eyes for 6 minutes and 23 seconds straight”

It was one of the shorter ones.

While he failed to react to the video because he simply felt so called out he could do nothing but thousand yard stare, you peaked into his office, knocking a soft rapping sound on the doorframe. His head snapped around to look.

“Whatcha doing?” You ask. Already knowing. He’s the one streaming this to thousands of people and perhaps you were one of them.

“Uh.. drugs?” (Jk)

“I’m just streaming, you know watching.. stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“Yeah, stuff. Things. You know. Shipping stuff. Clout farming our relationship.” He speaks in a clipped tone. Clearly fighting off the tinge of embarrassment that’s been blooming in his chest. He’s a streamer, he can deal with embarrassment. He’s shared so much shit on the Internet it’s actually stupid that he feels so caught right now. “Wanna.. come on stream?”

You come into frame in your comfy garb. Respecting the sanctity of your mental health day by doing self care like joining in on chats dog pile and wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he sits back in his ergonomic chair.

“Aw I’ve seen this one.” Looking over his shoulder at the compilation. Unlike him, you liked watching the shipping content before you announced your relationship. As you yourself were also and you + Hasan truther for obvious reasons. A sort of “I know something you don’t” satisfaction. In a way it prepared you for everyone’s opinions about it.

He groans dragging a large hand over his face, pulling at his defined brow, his circular glasses get pushed up his face, now crooked as he removes it, revealing a slight flush to his neck, cheeks, and ears.

“Not you too, everyone’s fucking bullying me.” He lets an amused breath out of his nose—almost a sigh—even as he conveys his suffering.

“Whatever, go touch grass.” You kiss the top of his head. “Cyber bullying isn’t real, just turn off the computer.”

He wishes stream didn’t start an hour ago or he totally would. With you. “Funny. Haha.”

Heylololol: YEAH GET BULLIED

Rip2me: wait they’ve got a point…

Justpeary: r we gonna ignore the fact [name] already seen this?

Luzeecrtl: @ Justpeary: they covertly infiltrated the shipping discourse months ago. Investigative journalism.

Hasan decides to move onto a different segment, realizing he can only take this endearing but intensely embarrassing content in micro doses before he looses sanity.

“Okay time to move onto the economic state of the world.” He closes the tabs

“Maybe we’re in an edit right now.” You give the camera a look.

A/n: maybe not an edit, try a fanfic

[Name] felt off when she woke up that morning.. well closer to the afternoon. With little energy was dragged herself from bed and attempted to eat some leftovers, which kind of made everything worse.

Hasan hadn’t noticed at first, usually waking up before her, walking Kaya, working out, doing some work. By the time she wakes he’s usually streaming already.

He thought the warmth he felt coming off her was simply residual from sleeping so close, and the warm night. So he went about his routine, letting her sleep. She seemed a bit tired the night before, waking her wasn’t really on his to-do. All this to say: he didn’t notice she was ill until she’d already gone live two hours later.

Even though she felt fatigued and clammy, she wanted to get through a stage in a game she’s been playing on stream. It was awaited by her chat for over a week, voted in by the subs on her discord. Pushing it back would’ve been a knock to her schedule AND pride. She was going to tell chat that she was planning to end early as well to rest but.. they seemed so hyped and engaged.

Lolapoo: OMG YAYYY TAKE MY MONEY

Henrysavior: finallyyyy this part is so fun

Gurlgonemild: I’ve been waiting weeks for this 🙏🏻

It just wasn’t an option. So even with clammy hands, and fatigued shoulders, she wore a bit extra makeup than she would just for streaming to seem more awake.

Hasan luckily has a habit of checking her stream every so often. Taking a gander at what she’s up to is a fun enrichment activity for his chat anyway. Like a crossover episode. Even though he’s just in the other room, and he does occasionally go in and check physically, he doesn’t want to disturb your flow state.

He has it pulled up, muted on his second monitor for now, when he sees her roll her neck, eyes and head seeming heavy and burdensome.

“One sec, chat.” Hes across the hall and tapping on the doorframe of her office before he really has time to speculate. Just seeing her looking slightly uncomfortable at a glance is enough. He can just tell. She’s off.

Glancing over, pulling a headphone out. “Hey,” her voice seems sore. Which puts a frown on his face. “What’s up?”

“You feeling okay, baby?” Hes halfway in the frame with his large hand covering her whole forehead.

“Yeah, just a little tired.” You lie. It’s more than a little. But it’s not enough. At least in your opinion.

“You’re kinda warm, did you take your temp?” Brushes hair out of her face, looking down at her in her setup with concern.

She glances at chat, now. Some were just spamming Hasan. “HII HASANNNN” “MOM AND DAD ARE TOGETHERRR” “now why would a man be there?? Jk <3”

Others? Read her like a clock. “She does seem a little tired lowk. But is that a cirime?? Noo!!” “Crime*” “the grid is more important”

It’s jokes. But she takes it seriously, anyway.

“No? I’m okay I think I just slept funny.”

He looks at her, scrutinizing the “I’m okay” then goes to dig in the bathroom for the thermometer.

She explains she needs to pause stream for a sec. Putting up the scene with the “BRB” and a video of subway servers playing in the corner.

“Hasan, really I’m fine. I’m kinda busy”

He makes a noncommittal sound from the hall. Then returns with the thermometer in his grasp. “I’m just checking, you looked weird this morning.”

“Weird?”

“And sweaty.”

“You’re a top tier boyfriend.” She tells him dryly.

“[Name],” holds the thermometer like a knife. “Open up, come on. I’ll leave you alone after.”

She looks up at him with a steeled expression, already having a feeling it won’t be the results they’re hoping for. She feels like shit, but, she would feel worse for a disappointing stream. She opens anyway.

“Good girl.”

“Ew.”

“Shush,” Lightly holding her chin closed with two fingers. “You usually like that, anyway.”

“No’n dis cont’xt.” She says with her lips barely opening around the plastic temperature stick.

“101.9. I fucking knew it.”

She rolls her eyes. “So? I’ll just take some Tylenol or something.” She hadn’t yet, so it’s probably not that bad. In her eyes.

“Or something? You should be in bed.” He spins her chair further around to face him head on. Kneeling down to get a closer look. “What else do you feel? Nausea? Aches?”

“No.. not really. I’m just tired, seriously.”

He doesn’t dignify that with a response. He gets the Tylenol and a bottle of water from the kitchen for her to take. Knowing she won’t leave stream yet, as she’s only just started. He gets her some green tea with honey for the throat.

“Okay I’ll leave you alone.. but I’m watching.”

“You’re so creepy.”

He kisses her forehead and returns to his stream, distracted and apprehensive.

He comes in occasionally with a water refill or anti inflammatories to keep you functional. Asking “how long?”

She says “maybe an hour more” but it turns into two, then three. Then by the fifth hour is when she’s finally given into the headache and weakness. Chat got their fill anyway, like an ever hungry beast.

He ends his stream early too, tucking her into bed. Getting her favorite takeout. Does the whole thing with the towel on her head even though it makes her feel like a sickly Victorian child.

“Next time you don’t feel good you tell me, okay? Streaming’s secondary.” He rubs her temple with the soft pad of his thumb.

She’s tucked into bed, feeling pampered.

“It just sounded like you were talking about something important..”

He laughs at that. The coverage today was so ridiculous, so falling American empire, nonsensical. He would’ve much preferred an upkeep day with you than staring into the dumpster fire of the political landscape.

“Yeah ‘important’,” leans down and kisses your forehead. “You’re more important, always. I should’ve noticed before.”

“I just- don’t like making a big deal of it. I wanted to stream.”

Hasan was in a tailored suit and you were very distracted about that in particular. Obviously, he’s here for his political career; particularly refreshing type of nuance when it came to leftist rhetoric; his massive success as a political commentator.

The stream had just started. Camera pointed to both of you mic’d up in the back of the car and heading to the college campus where the convention is taking place.

“Chat doesn’t he look so handsome in his suit? Real spiffy.” You had to comment on it. Especially since now you feel underdressed in your slightly-less-casual casuals.

Hasan looks up from his phone which had been scanning the chat, as well as his notes. His dark brows furrowed behind the thick rims of his glasses.

“Spiffy?” He asks like it’s offensive.

“I called you handsome too!”

He shakes his head, but the sheepish smirk he gets at unexpected compliments breaks at the corner of his lips.

He reads the chat a bit more before explaining what they’re going to be doing all day, his later public speeches, and some other #important PSAs for the rest of the day.

But who gives a shit? Marche sends you the website of a rainbow Mexican food truck that’s known to be in this area called ‘Love Is Tacos’ and if they didn’t review the tacos during PRIDE MONTH it would probably be considered a hate crime.

Also they look really good.

They get dropped off and head inside. Hasan answers equations from chat he already answered on the way there.

“Oh and because there’s no filming allowed backstage before, [name] and Marche are doing a gay taco review in a bit.” He says offhandedly because it is, granted the least important content the streams found to contain, is also the part chat gets most excited about.

“It’s the only reason I showed up.” You shrug at the camera.

The day progresses. There’s some guest appearances as they walk through the hallways and large rooms with booths and people varying in age from college students to oversized suits to more experienced speakers with greying hair.

While Hasan does actual work you try and find out exactly where the taco truck is going to be, which is surprisingly difficult, given its neon rainbow. But you were pretty sure it wouldn’t be too far away between now and Hasan’s segment. Making the taco acquisition completely possible.

Before going your seperate ways, you and Marche promise to bring Hasan tacos and quesadillas with a rainbow cheese pull.

While Marche manages the stream you switch between twitter and maps trying to triangulate the location of the Love is Tacos. Chat is hyped, spamming rainbows and tacos and queer joy. Some chatters who claim to be local say that while it has a theme, it’s not a gimmick at all and is actually really fucking good. Which only makes you and Marche hungrier.

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” Marche asks looking over your shoulder at your malfunctioning Google Maps.

“I’m like 67% sure.”

The camera wobbles as he makes the 67 motion.

“But seriously I need the gay tacos, bad.”

This is when a chatter informs them that the truck was hired to cater a wedding today. She hoped this was fake news.

“You’re joking. Please say you’re joking.”

PridefulPear: no I’m currently watching stream getting ready it’s MY wedding

“Oh fuck you,” Marche groans. “Wait sorry congrats that’s so great, happy for you.”

“Why didn’t you say that earlier??”

PridefulPear: IM SORRY but like you can come if you want it’s just in a park.

“What?? No we can’t crash your wedding to make a taco review!” You say. While it’s flattering this is also ridiculous and that’s the most special day of their lives.

“Please we have to.” Marche insists.

PridefulPear: my partner also watches the stream we would be honored for our gay ass wedding to be christened by the hasanabi broadcast

A twitter account of the same name requests to dm you. It’s a location to a beautiful park not that far away. You also get forwarded the wedding invitation, it matches up. You take a gander and the twitter account also looks legit.

“Okay we could either attend a gay wedding and get tacos or get lured to our untimely demise.” You look up at Marche weighing the options.

“I’m willing to take that risk.” He nods solemnly.

“Onward!”

Now, you and Marche really tried to be on time. But they had a clown. At the wedding. It made for WAYY better content. Besides it was close and it gave you both a false sense of security.

Though you didn’t want to overstay your welcome, you wished the happy couple the best and let them get on with the best day of their lives. Marche also paid for the gay taco truck.

“I’m not doing this cause I’m nice I’m manipulating the audience into thinking I’m philanthropic.” As he sends over the Apple Pay.

But eventually they leave with their tacos and balloon animals. The “review” was just them nodding and pointing as the gorged on their select while they walked.

“Ohmygoditssogood” you say chewing improperly.

Then you feed Marche a chip cause he’s also holding the camera.

Once the speed walking review is completed they finally manage to sneak into the back of the lecture hall, where Hasan sits at the front with a few other highlighted speakers and behave yourselves.

Hasan hasn’t noticed. He reached a flow state up there and while you couldn’t be prouder, you were more excited for the rainbow cheese pull he’s going to get from the quesadillas when he’s done. Also for him to watch the clown clip.

The end?

A/n: honestly I have no idea what’s going on or why I chose this series of events but I hope you liked it. It also felt rushed near the end and I’m sorry for that but I started this at 8 am and now it’s 9 PM soooo… TIME IS AN ILLUSION. Also I can’t be normal about anything. You will learn this about me.

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