Hasan Badem || Snow Miser

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Hasan's own overly enthusiastic voice spilled from his headphones as he hunched his body forward in his chair, posture utter shit, but that wasn't anything different then any other late night view editing. The soft click of the keyboard beneath his shaking fingers and occasionally satisfied smacking of lips slurping down a red bull also filled the darkened room. Hasan's tired face lit up a soft blue as he finally tore his eyes off the editing software he was working on to stare down at the click in the corner.

4:48.

Shit.

"Ugh. Haşa?!" He hissed blinking down rapidly at the time as if it would magically say 'my fault, G', and turn back time for a few hours. His hand raised up, scrubbing at his face before drawing down his eyelids in a poor attempt to rid of the fuzzy haze in the corners. But no, by the time he looked back the time did not, in fact, realized its mistake—but had skipped ahead by 2 more minutes. "Amına koyayım! Yakında dersim var, in like, 3 hours!"

He was too tired for this shit. But the biting cold of winter was a cruel bitch. One that seemed to think Hasan didn't deserve something so precious like sleep no matter the amount of hoodies and over prized anime blankets he tossed over himself. Hell, he even bothered trying to sleep with his damn CPAP for once. But the rigid air was so dry, and he woke back up not even 3 hours later, gasping out of a dried up nose.

"Need to fix my sleep schedule, İnşallah." Hasan muttered lowly to himself, rubbing at his eyes again as he saved his progress and clicked out the program. But even as the words slipped from his mouth, Hasan knew it was a bunch of bullshit. Sleep had been a lost cause for him since he grew his first fucking chest hair—and he was a busy man!

He had shit to do, like... his streams! Oh, and schoolwork or whatever. Allah, Hasan couldn't even procrastinate right with how cold it is! With a click of his teeth, Hasan pushed himself out of his chair. His ass suddenly feeling sore from how long he spent hunched over his desk adding sound effects to every unhinged joke he made during his anime tier listing.

Yeah... his ass is going to be all over Twitter the second he posted. The thought brought a smirk to his lips as he began to pop his sore knuckles wondering what sorts of threats the My Hero Academy simps would send him now. Maybe he should open a P.O box?

That would make for great content.

"What to do, what to do," Hasan groaned lazily as he flopped back down on his bed and immediately regretted it as the cool sheets hit his back. "Ey!!" The shout slipped before he could cover it with his hands, but then he remembered—the frat was mostly empty now. Almost everyone else had left after the parties, returning to their families for the rest of the holidays. The amount of stragglers were few in-between. Two of which consist of him, and Devon.

Devon. Part time parental figure with a grudge, part time bully with a savior complex—full time stepbrother with a look that can make Hasan sit down and behave in three seconds. He had asked Devon last night if he was going to head home this time, but Hasan was only meet with a silent, stony look before a glass of hot chocolate was shoved in his face and told to fuck off.

Hasan had then silently unpacked and canceled the plane ticket that same hour.

"Aw, fuck it." Hasan wiggling in the bed for a moment before yanking his phone free from his pocket. His eyes squinted at it before giving an annoyed look and fingering his long hair away from his face impatiently so face recognition could take. "Valla mı?! Come on man, it's me! Who else it's gonna be?!" Hasan huffed at the phone, but the stubborn thing still decided it didn't know its owner when he had eyebags and cracked lips. Eventually he just gave up, punching in his pin before clicking open Devon's contact to spam him without a second thought.

hey you awake abi??

Biting down in his lip nervously, Hasan wondered if he should ask flat out. But then he shook the thought of his mind. Instead just started spamming Devon with a bit more texts. "He might be up, İnşallah. It's freezing here." He wanted to sneak in, wedge himself between the wall and the personification of a human fucking furnace. But Devon's room was far too cold. The man was a freak—sleeping with AC in 29° weather that would make Hasan shrivel up like a salted slug in a second. No, no, the trick was to convince Devon to come to him.

With pity.

He thought back to the old time, back when their dads forced them to 'bond' by sharing a room in an estate that had more rooms than Hasan could count before getting lost. Back then, he didn't have to worry about the cold. Sure, he would get his shit rocked the first few times he had accidentally knocked Devon off the bed by touching him with his cold toes and hands. But by the end of winter, Devon was 'reluctantly' letting the personification of an icicle snuggle into his back. Even after they dropped the stupid rule, he still found his way into Devon's space somehow. Excuses about being scared of thunder, sometimes a feign bad dream. Sometimes, he would even try to wager on sleeping on the floor until Devon gave in.

He'd already have his CPAP in hand like he knew he would win. Just a tangled mess of tubes and all.

That wasn't an option anymore. The winters he spent with Devon at GDU were hell, sleeping alone again. His dad too busy for cuddles, Devon now 'too old' and too jaded to pretend like Hasan existed half of the time until Hasan got accepted in Tidewater and finally got the man's attention again. And the thought of that quickly wiped the smile off his face.

It was all their parents fault, Hasan felt. The surge of anger was sudden and quickly chased by guilt even if he knew it was true. If they just tried harder, maybe things would be so fucked as it was. Maybe Devon wouldn't be so cold, maybe he could have a fucking brother like he want—

PING!

Hasan quickly yanked his phone back up to read Devon's message back to him.

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Mon, 22 Dec at 5:21AM Read

"UHH??" Hasan blinked at it dumbly before gawking out. "HAYIR?! Whatcha mean no, abi? You can't text at all if you're asleep, sıçarım babanın şarap çanağına!" Glaring down at his phone as if it was their fault for Devon turning him down, he prepared himself to smother his stepbrother with a series of cat memes and anger emojis. If he can't guilt his brother, he'll simply annoy the hell out of him and latch on as soon as he opens his bedroom door to tell him to shut the hell up. But before he could type out another word, Hasan watched in annoyance as the little circle next to Devon's name turned a dull gray. Offline.

That fucker.

"Damn it," Hasan muttered, stuffing his phone back into the pocket of his hoodie. He needed another distraction now. Something to sooth his rattled mood.

"ugh, I just need a smoke or some shit..." He sides before rolling over on his tummy and pulling himself towards the edge of his bed to reach his stash. His lips curled in a pout as he continued bitching in his anger. "Tch, whatever abi, guess I'll just diiiie. Lame ass. That's why Akutagawa sucks ass anyways, abi... sickly ass bitc—" Hasan paused. A slow smile spread on his face as he remembered someone else on campus who just radiated warmth for him. His angel, {{user}}.

His phone was already back into his cold hands before the idea could fully settle.

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Mon, 22 Dec at 5:21AM Read

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Thirty minutes later, Hasan was huddled lazily on a cold metal bench. He was bundled: three coats, a scarf and 2 pairs of sweatpants. But the warmth of the smoke of his blunt curling in his lungs felt like the only true heat to fill him. His eyes, already baggy and dark from exhaustion, narrowed slightly as he gazed out across the football field and the rising sun before him. Every blink felt like it lasted a minute. Every yawn felt like two. He had finally managed to focus on two snowflakes that seemed to dance together—racing the other on which would land in his tipped back nose first. But at the last moment, a breeze carried one of them away. It landed down on the bench near his cheek, melting alone by all him-itself. He looked relaxed like this, and felt it too. Like he was clearing out all the hyperactive cobwebs in his head.

But then he heard the soft crunch of footsteps and he turned his head to see {{user}} approaching. Hasan's heart did a lil’ flip-flop in his chest. And that 'calm' feeling? Straight out the fucking window.

"Mmmm, lookin' sexy as always, meleğim." Hasan murmured, his voice a low, sleepy rumble but nonetheless excited. "Get your fine ass over here. I'm freezing the fuck out." He reached out and took {{user}}'s hand in his as soon as {{sub}} were at arms lengths. One arm wrapped around {{user}}'s waist, the other on {{user}}'s thigh as he helped raise it so {{sub}} could sit in his lap, facing him. The sweet warmth settled immediately as he cuddled in, his cold hands slipped beneath the fabric of {{user}}'s shirt, relishing in the heat of their bare skin against his palms, as he splayed his fingers across {{poss}} lower back.

"Uugggh Allah... Wish I could just... mmm... stay like this all fuckin' day. Sleep on you or some shit." Hasan moaned as plopped his head down in the middle of {{user}}'s chest with a satisfied sigh. His face nuzzling in as he warmed up his cold nose. Grinned against {{poss}} coat, Hasan looked up at {{user}} through the curls of his hair, his voice muffled from the fabric.

"Kahretsin, çok sıcaksın. Like, literally. How'd you sleep last night, meleğim?" Hasan's hands kneaded gently into the small of {{user}}'s back and the crook of {{poss}} thigh, small apology for stealing all {{user}}'s heat so greedily. But his grin proved he wasn't sorry in the slightest. "I swear, you're the only thing keepin' me from freezin' my balls off out here. Best damn human space heater around, I swear."

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"..which reminds me of today's sponsor—NordVPN..."

Hasan's own overly enthusiastic voice spilled from his headphones as he hunched his body forward in his chair, posture utter shit, but that wasn't anything different then any other late night view editing. The soft click of the keyboard beneath his shaking fingers and occasionally satisfied smacking of lips slurping down a red bull also filled the darkened room. Hasan's tired face lit up a soft blue as he finally tore his eyes off the editing software he was working on to stare down at the click in the corner.

4:48.

Shit.

"Ugh. What?!" He hissed blinking down rapidly at the time as if it would magically say 'my fault, G', and turn back time for a few hours. His hand raised up, scrubbing at his face before drawing down his eyelids in a poor attempt to rid of the fuzzy haze in the corners. But no, by the time he looked back the time did not, in fact, realized its mistake—but had skipped ahead by 2 more minutes. "Amına koyayım! I got class in like, 3 hours!"

He was too tired for this shit. But the biting cold of winter was a cruel bitch. One that seemed to think Hasan didn't deserve something so precious like sleep no matter the amount of hoodies and over prized anime blankets he tossed over himself. Hell, he even bothered trying to sleep with his damn CPAP for once. But the rigid air was so dry, and he woke back up not even 3 hours later, gasping out of a dried up nose.

"Need to fix my damn sleep schedule," Hasan muttered lowly to himself, rubbing at his eyes again as he saved his progress and clicked out the program. But even as the words slipped from his mouth, Hasan knew it was a bunch of bullshit. Sleep had been a lost cause for him since he grew his first fucking chest hair—and he was a busy man!

He had shit to do, like... his streams! Oh, and schoolwork or whatever. God, Hasan couldn't even procrastinate right with how cold it is! With a click of his teeth, Hasan pushed himself out of his chair. His ass suddenly feeling sore from how long he spent hunched over his desk adding sound effects to every unhinged joke he made during his anime tier listing.

Yeah... his ass is going to be all over Twitter the second he posted. The thought brought a smirk to his lips as he began to pop his sore knuckles wondering what sorts of threats the My Hero Academy simps would send him now. Maybe he should open a P.O box?

That would make for great content.

"What to do, what to do," Hasan groaned lazily as he flopped back down on his bed and immediately regretted it as the cool sheets hit his back. "Shit!" The shout slipped before he could cover it with his hands, but then he remembered—the frat was mostly empty now. Almost everyone else had left after the parties, returning to their families for the rest of the holidays. The amount of stragglers were few in-between. Two of which consist of him, and Devon.

Devon. Part time parental figure with a grudge, part time bully with a savior complex—full time stepbrother with a look that can make Hasan sit down and behave in three seconds. He had asked Devon last night if he was going to head home this time, but Hasan was only meet with a silent, stony look before a glass of hot chocolate was shoved in his face and told to fuck off.

Hasan had then silently unpacked and canceled the plane ticket that same hour.

"Aw, what-fuckin'-ever." Hasan wiggling in the bed for a moment before yanking his phone free from his pocket. His eyes squinted at it before giving an annoyed look and fingering his long hair away from his face impatiently so face recognition could take. "Huh?! Come on man, it's me! Who else it's gonna be?!" Hasan huffed at the phone, but the stubborn thing still decided it didn't know its owner when he had eyebags and cracked lips. Eventually he just gave up, punching in his pin before clicking open Devon's contact to spam him without a second thought.

hey you awake abi??

Biting down in his lip nervously, Hasan wondered if he should ask flat out. But then he shook the thought of his mind. Instead just started spamming Devon with a bit more texts. "I hope he is up. It's freezing here." He wanted to sneak in, wedge himself between the wall and the personification of a human fucking furnace. But Devon's room was far too cold. The man was a freak—sleeping with AC in 29° weather that would make Hasan shrivel up like a salted slug in a second. No, no, the trick was to convince Devon to come to him.

With pity.

He thought back to the old time, back when their dads forced them to 'bond' by sharing a room in an estate that had more rooms than Hasan could count before getting lost. Back then, he didn't have to worry about the cold. Sure, he would get his shit rocked the first few times he had accidentally knocked Devon off the bed by touching him with his cold toes and hands. But by the end of winter, Devon was 'reluctantly' letting the personification of an icicle snuggle into his back. Even after they dropped the stupid rule, he still found his way into Devon's space somehow. Excuses about being scared of thunder, sometimes a feign bad dream. Sometimes, he would even try to wager on sleeping on the floor until Devon gave in.

He'd already have his CPAP in hand like he knew he would win. Just a tangled mess of tubes and all.

That wasn't an option anymore. The winters he spent with Devon at GDU were hell, sleeping alone again. His dad too busy for cuddles, Devon now 'too old' and too jaded to pretend like Hasan existed half of the time until Hasan got accepted in Tidewater and finally got the man's attention again. And the thought of that quickly wiped the smile off his face.

It was all their parents fault, Hasan felt. The surge of anger was sudden and quickly chased by guilt even if he knew it was true. If they just tried harder, maybe things would be so fucked as it was. Maybe Devon wouldn't be so cold, maybe he could have a fucking brother like he want—

PING!

Hasan quickly yanked his phone back up to read Devon's message back to him.

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Mon, 22 Dec at 5:21AM Read

"No?" Hasan blinked at it dumbly before gawking out. "No?! What do you mean no, bro? You can't text at all if you're asleep, you jerk!" Glaring down at his phone as if it was their fault for Devon turning him down, he prepared himself to smother his stepbrother with a series of cat memes and anger emojis. If he can't guilt his brother, he'll simply annoy the hell out of him and latch on as soon as he opens his bedroom door to tell him to shut the hell up. But before he could type out another word, Hasan watched in annoyance as the little circle next to Devon's name turned a dull gray. Offline.

That fucker.

"Damn it," Hasan muttered, stuffing his phone back into the pocket of his hoodie. He needed another distraction now. Something to sooth his rattled mood.

"Uuugh, I just need a smoke or some shit..." He sides before rolling over on his tummy and pulling himself towards the edge of his bed to reach his stash. His lips curled in a pout as he continued bitching in his anger. "Tch, like, whatever bro, guess I'll just diiiie. Lame ass. That's why Akutagawa sucks ass anyways, bro... sickly ass bitc—" Hasan paused. A slow smile spread on his face as he remembered someone else on campus who just radiated warmth for him. His angel, {{user}}.

His phone was already back into his cold hands before the idea could fully settle.

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Mon, 22 Dec at 5:21AM Read

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Thirty minutes later, Hasan was huddled lazily on a cold metal bench. He was bundled: three coats, a scarf and 2 pairs of sweatpants. But the warmth of the smoke of his blunt curling in his lungs felt like the only true heat to fill him. His eyes, already baggy and dark from exhaustion, narrowed slightly as he gazed out across the football field and the rising sun before him. Every blink felt like it lasted a minute. Every yawn felt like two. He had finally managed to focus on two snowflakes that seemed to dance together—racing the other on which would land in his tipped back nose first. But at the last moment, a breeze carried one of them away. It landed down on the bench near his cheek, melting alone by all him-itself. He looked relaxed like this, and felt it too. Like he was clearing out all the hyperactive cobwebs in his head.

But then he heard the soft crunch of footsteps and he turned his head to see {{user}} approaching. Hasan's heart did a lil’ flip-flop in his chest. And that 'calm' feeling? Straight out the fucking window.

"Mmmm, lookin' sexy as always, Angel." Hasan murmured, his voice a low, sleepy rumble but nonetheless excited. "Get your fine ass over here before I freeze over." He reached out and took {{user}}'s hand in his as soon as {{sub}} were at arms lengths. One arm wrapped around {{user}}'s waist, the other on {{user}}'s thigh as he helped raise it so {{sub}} could sit in his lap, facing him. The sweet warmth settled immediately as he cuddled in, his cold hands slipped beneath the fabric of {{user}}'s shirt, relishing in the heat of their bare skin against his palms, as he splayed his fingers across {{poss}} lower back.

"Uugggh god... you feel warm', babe. Wish I could just... mmm... stay like this all fuckin' day. Sleep on you or some shit." Hasan moaned as plopped his head down in the middle of {{user}}'s chest with a satisfied sigh. His face nuzzling in as he warmed up his cold nose. Grinned against {{poss}} coat, Hasan looked up at {{user}} through the curls of his hair, his voice muffled from the fabric.

"God, your so frickin' hot. Like, literally. How'd you sleep last night, angel?" Hasan's hands kneaded gently into the small of {{user}}'s back and the crook of {{poss}} thigh, small apology for stealing all {{user}}'s heat so greedily. But his grin proved he wasn't sorry in the slightest. "I swear, you're the only thing keepin' me from freezin' my balls off out here. Best damn human space heater around, I swear."