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Being Chicken

George O'Malley x OC

Part 1 of 2

Warnings: Swearing, jealousy, bullying, a comment about weight

One of the interns that came into the program later than the iconic six doesn't quite fit into the group, according to some. It is so much discussed that George never gets to tell anyone about his feelings for her, and when he does, it's out of spite.

Note: For those of you waiting on chapter 3 of my Hasan Piker fic, this is not new writing. I just have never posted this and am trying to tie up the loose ends in my Wattpad drafts, lol. The Hasan fic and perhaps a short or two from The West Wing are all that I'm actively writing on atm. Stay tuned!

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"There has to be something wrong with her. I mean, she's just too pleasant, it's weird."

The slamming of several locker doors follows. Three interns turn their heads toward the woman who complains. A voice from the floor concurs.

"I mean, I feel bad for saying it, but I kind of agree with Christina. She gives too many compliments, she's never snarky even after being on call for like 48 hours, she's not bad at what she does, and she gets along with almost everyone. She bought me a coffee this morning. She is just too nice. She has to be hiding something." Christina points at Meredith and nods.

"She's not very pleasant or sweet to me. Maybe what she's hiding is that she's a lesbian." Another voice says from behind a wall of lockers.

"She's unfriendly with you because your an asshole, not because she's gay, Alex. You don't exactly have much charm." The second blonde appears from the second room over.

"You don't have the right to go around speaking for her about me. It's not like you guys talk." He retorts too defensively, but a harsh sigh cuts the conversation.

"Christina, I don't think you have a right to judge who is or is not too pleasant, given your unfamiliarity with the subject." The sighing man pipes up, falling onto the bench. She leans down to tie her shoelaces with vigor. "Shut up, George. I'm just saying that, especially in this group, it's like super out of place. If she wants to fit in, I think she should dial it back." George scoffs and continues to pull his scrubs over his underclothes.

"I don't know what you guys are talking about. She's just a good person. She's funny, too. You'd all know that if you'd stop being so stand-offish around her. She probably thinks we're the weird ones." Alex and Christina roll their eyes.

"I'm serious! You guys are acting like high schoolers, discussing what she'll need to do to fit in with the popular kids. If Izzy felt like an outsider with Meredith and Christina not too long ago, can you imagine how Valerie feels now, coming in late like she did?" Izzy opens her mouth to protest, and the other two want to argue, but they can't seem to come up with anything good. Before any more was said, their resident busts through the door and motions for them to go out in the hall.

All the interns (including Valerie) are gathered in the hall as she assigns them tasks, seemingly based on their behavior. Various groans and pleas erupt throughout but are quickly interrupted.

"And where is Davis!? I know she's in this building; she's been on call since-" A hand juts upward from behind the horde.

"I'm right here, Dr. Bailey. I apologize." Valerie steps out from behind Karev, hidden by the group. They all turn back to look at her, scared of how long she had gone unnoticed.

"It's alright, Dr. Davis. It would be hypocritical for me to get mad at you for your lack of height. You have rounds, check in on all fourth floor cases, then I want you to scrub in with me on Dr. Shepherd's surgery. We're removing a tumor from a little girl in her temporal lobe." Valerie thanks her as she walks away, then turns to George and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Is it okay with you if we check in on Ms. Garden first? I've been worrying about her all night." He smiles and agrees, walking away with her in tandem. The peaceful sight is broken by the guttural groan of Christina. "She gets brain surgery, and I get the pit? Are you serious?! Did you see Bailey being nice to her?"

"Yeah, that, and now she's stealing George. He's our roommate, you know, he shouldn't be spending every second with her." Meredith huffs while Izzy nods lightly.

"You guys are ridiculous. She's not stealing George; he's just the only one who will actually talk to her. What else is she supposed to do?" Karev states, walking away and shaking his head.

The girls take every chance to watch Valerie like hawks as she skitters from one room to another, efficiently going about her duties. They scowl and pout up through sitting in the gallery of the little girl's brain surgery at the end of the day.

"Why do we hate her again?" Izzy's mouth is full of granola, but the other four turn their heads to respond anyway.

Christina begins to count on her fingers. "Because she's too happy, she's a try-hard, she gets all the cases, she's stealing Geor-" George interrupts her hostile counting. "She's stealing me? Really?" He does not seem pleased about this claim. Meredith realizes this and just looks at him guiltily. Izzy watches in mild amusement.

"She's stealing me because I make the effort to hold the conversation instead of ignoring her, because I don't argue with her when I know she's right, because we bonded over one patient? What is this weird vetting process you're constructing for new interns where they need to be exactly like you to be treated like a person? Are you jealous of her or something? Is that it? Because she's nice and smart and funny and pleasant to be around and pretty, there's just too many good things, so now you're threatened? Afraid she's going to steal away Burke and Shepherd too!? Well, if that's how you guys really feel, then I can't wait for you to find out that I asked her out for a drink tonight." He had been preparing himself for awkward silence after his big angry announcement, but that is definitely not what he receives.

"What!?" Karev, Meredith, and Christina yell in unison, all for different reasons. The people in the OR glare through the window as a warning.

"How could you do that?"

"When did you grow a pair?"

"When did you do that?"

A cacophony of questions erupts, but this time, Izzy is the one to stop it.

"Guys, I think George is right. We have no real reason to exclude her. Why have we been? Because we're jealous that she's not as outwardly angry, depressed, and despondent as we are? I'm sure she has her own shit going on just like everyone else and she just doesn't handle it by moping around the hospital... I'm happy for you, George." She turns away from the rest of the group and watches Valerie handle whatever Shepherd asks of her. "Thank you." George does the same, and the rest of the procedure is viewed in tense silence.

By the time the crew makes it to Joe's bar from the hospital, Valerie and George are already sitting in a booth, drunk and on the same side. Everyone orders and immediately begins to watch the two. The owner leans over the side to stare as well.

"She seems great! I'd say George is doing pretty well over there. Where'd they meet?" Joe asks, not realizing what he'd just done. Meredith murmurs something about them meeting at work, and Christina slams her head onto the counter, groaning. "She is NOT a catch. Whatever, she's nice and sweet, but she's not even that cute. I mean, look at those thighs." Her head doesn't leave the granite.

"Really, Christina? That's too much. Too rude." Meredith scolds. Joe carefully agrees. She looked back at her sour friend, suddenly.

"Are you actually afraid she's going to steal Burke from you? Is that what this campaign against Valerie is all about?" She whispers sharply.

"I am not a jealous person." She announced into the counter.

"Bullshit." Meredith said without a second thought. Nothing was said for a moment. Eventually, Christina raised her head high enough to peek out from her arm cave. "He looked at her... with that weird face he makes... and between that and everyone telling me that I have bad bedside manner and no sympathy or pleasantry, my confidence faltered. It's stupid." She has fully emerged from the arm cave and has switched to covering her face.

"It's not stupid, but I seriously doubt she's after Burke. Look." Meredith nudges Christina until she's annoyed enough to get up, and when she does, she's surprised at what she sees.

Valerie leans into the crook of George's neck, slurring. "You're so warm." He squeezes her shoulder gently and chuckles.

"You're so tired." She hums in disagreement. "I'm just drunk."

"I think it's both." she nods a little and scoots a bit closer, heaving her leg over his.

"Um.. Val?" She gives an acknowledging hum.

"Would it be weird if I asked you if you wanted... to sleep at my place tonight? Not like that, just like, I mean it could-" George was evidently very nervous.

"Yes. I would do anything to keep you as my personal heater." She whispered, sliding her hand up his hip so some of her fingers lay on his bare skin. After that, he kind of regretted clarifying what kind of sleepover he meant.

"Can we get chicken first, though?" Valerie looks up at him with big eyes, head still on his shoulder, smiling. "What?" George laughs, trying to be gentle as he pushes some hair strands out of her face. Her smile grows, and she can't seem to stop giggling when she says, "I'm hungry, and I need chicken strips. right now. My treat?" He agrees, "Sure, but I think need is a strong word." He watches as Valerie springs up like she had never been tired today and puts her hands on her hips. "I neeed them to soak up all the rum you just bought me." She grabs George's hand once he puts his coat on and promptly drags him out of the bar, waving to Joe on the way to the door.

"It's only 11 o'clock; where are they going? Oh my God, do you think they're going to have sex?" Christina, who has been very invested this whole time, questions.

"I don't know. I heard her say something about chicken strips, so I hope not." Meredith is literally eating popcorn as she watches them walk out the door.

"I think they're really cute together." Izzy steals some of the popcorn.

"You guys are creeps." Everyone glares at Alex, slowly turning away from the now empty booth.

After a long walk full of borderline nonsensical conversation, George and Valerie arrive at the door. He opens it for her, but strangely, she hesitates, then takes a step back away from him. "Wait, um... did you check with Meredith and Izzy that it was okay for me to stay over? I don't want them to be irritated with you or me. I'm sorry." His face falls as he realizes that part of the reason she's worried is because of how they have been treating her. "They don't tell me when they bring strangers and other doctors home late at night, so why should I have to?" The bitterness in his voice surprises Valerie a little, but she just nods and walks in. Thanks to the fries they had been snacking on the way home, he had sobered up a little, allowing him to notice her reaction to what he had said a moment ago. She was halfway through shimmying off her jacket when George rested his hands on her arms. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound aggressive or make you uncomfortable. It's just... It's just that you're really great, Valerie. You are a really great person, and I like you a lot, and it makes me angry that my friends make you feel unwelcome. What's worse is they don't even have a good reason for it; they're literally just jealous that yo-" The sensation of her lips against his cheek for the first time prevented him from continuing.

"I like you a lot too, George. I really appreciate you being upset about this, but we can talk about it another time. This isn't their date." She smiled a little before turning around and hanging her coat on a hook.

"Now, no more talking, only chicken." She raises the plastic take-out bag to his eyes, and they giggle. They rushed to the kitchen, Valerie reveling in the feeling of George's hand on her back as they navigated through the house.

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mushroomfic · 3 months ago

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Hasan Piker Midwest Princess Chapter 2, A Tumultuous Brunch

This is the second chapter of a fic I've been Frankenstein-ing from a non-related series of one-shots I never intended on posting, but once it reached fifty pages, I was like, I feel like it's more psycho if I don't post it? Mad respect to all of the work Hasan does; fanfic is a coping mechanism. Sorry to this man. If I didn't see that podcast episode of him telling the TikTok edit people he doesn't care I would not have posted. I'll post a (y/n) version of each chapter eventually as well. My first slow burn! (allegedly)

My second warning is that I had to split this chapter in half because the first half could stand on its own, and the important part of the second half remains completely unwritten. So, chapter 3 might take a while.

Warnings: Slight homophobia, bad date, swearing, references to family drama, x OC

Word Count: 2775

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Day Two, Continued.

Hasan had successfully gone on with the following hour in normalcy. Well, the call was made, but the intention was to continue to be normal. Just calling his best friend, (Caroline’s boyfriend,) Will to invite them to dinner. Both of them seemed really excited about it and were going to try to move some things around to go.

“That would be so much fun! Will is gonna love Vivian. She works in movies, I think. We hung out the other night. Plus, she needs a redo date, anyway.” Will coos in approval, but Caroline’s use of the word date is like the first rock in a landslide. At least that's how Hasan’s insides started to feel.

“What do you mean?” He asks without really thinking. “Oh, well,we only ended up meeting Vivian that night because she thought she was having a drink with this gay co-worker, but he was actually just some demanding, horny, idiot who didn’t know what The Abby was. So she had to run over to our table. Thank god we were there. Austin didn’t even know she was in town before that.” Will’s laugh makes Hasan’s phone buzz against the counter. He wasn't sure if the increased happen-stance of last night made it more comforting or not.

“Hasan, why weren’t you at girl’s night? You could have been her knight in shining go-go boots.” Will’s tone is caked in all-knowing sarcasm, he’d realized as soon as the follow up question about their meeting was asked. Hasan groans, displeased. Caroline, on the other hand did not have the context, but giggled anyway before bidding the both of them adieu to continue her kitchen stream across the house.

Once the door closed behind her, Will took him off speaker for a moment. “You good, dude?” Not sincere, chuckling as he asked. Hasan paused, but eventually decided it would be worth it to discuss. “Do you think Austin is going to make it awkward?” That was not the question his friend anticipated from him; he hesitates for a second before choosing to answer lightheartedly. “In a different way than usual?” a grunt from the other side of the phone. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“Oh, that? man, I think you’re fine. Austin is devious, but he cares about her meeting his friends and he has since before you did that. I won’t make promises in the long run, but Austin wants a smooth intro, I think. Why do you care so much all of a sudden?”

Will did not seem to be worried, almost discomfortingly unworried. Even when reminded of Austin’s muttering and the state himself when he’d met the woman, so that must be a good sign. It was definitely perturbing to be this anxious about something that normally he is almost too unbothered by. It feels… prolonged, maybe? For no real reason, he reminds himself. The lack of control over their meeting wasn’t really helping either.

After Will hung up with the promise of a solid “probably,” Hasan became easily irritated just sitting there, stewing, waiting. He would feel a lot better if there were more people at dinner to up the distraction factor. As if on cue, Austin’s muffled voice started travelling through the vents. It’s barely decipherable but it sounds like he’s telling Vivian that QT and Ludwig are busy tonight. It doesn’t stop there but Austin must have moved; he became too quiet to hear. Knowing that he could be saying just about anything right now worsened Hasan’s state.

Fortunately, nothing could serve as a better distraction than working and preparing for work. He felt like any contact with Austin before this dinner could cause additional concern, so he resigned himself to researching in his bedroom. His laptop held a welcoming, but monstrous pile of open tabs that he kept for that day and just dove in after locking the door. It took a second for the eerie feeling to subside and allow him to lock in, but it thankfully happened not too long after he began.

Thirty minutes or eight hours could have passed for all he knew. The only thing that was ever worthy of lifting his head for was Austin’s iconic doorslam and subsequent goodbye text, indicating that it was time for brunch and he could move into his office. The clock had kept ticking in spite of all signs pointing to limbo. It had actually been about two hours but this bullshit article muddled time like no other. Sitting at his PC, preparing to start the stream, as compared to his bed, did anchor his reality a bit more.

While he continued to fight unnecessary and frankly, uncharacteristic turmoil with the news, Vivian, Austin and Ava reunited, hugged, and the prying began effective immediately.

“So how did that business meeting go with that guy? Anything good?” Vivian was too busy thanking the waiter for their drinks to give her sister’s question a prompt response, so Austin fixed it.

“Noooo, It was terrible!” His friend scoffs, and Ava looks smug.

“Yeah, yeah, it was bad. He wasn’t gay, just a fucking idiot who had like, heard that the Abby was a good place to get laid and didn’t process that he heard that from an out-of-towner baby gay who’d heard it from another, definitely gay man? But Austin was there so, like, it's fine.” She puncuates her sentence with a long sip of water, long enough to indicate her disinterest in this conversation.

“Hm. I’m choosing kindness, so I won’t say “I told you so,” but speaking of multiple men, Jason will get you the list next wednesday.” Ava’s gaze shifted to Austin, speaking silently. But Vivian just snorted, amused and unaware. His face lit up. “Ooooh! a list of men for Vivian?” Now she was aware. “Of groomsmen, Austin… This is great, so many more opportunities to cold email.” We’re doing damage control; she does not want to have this conversation. It persists anyway. “It certainly should open up “opportunities.” I think it's obvious that we should be taking this list very seriously, Ava.” She slams her palms down on the table in delight, frightening off the waiter who could’ve offered distraction and reprieve.

“Oh my gosh, it's like you read my mind! We have an incoming list of eligible, pre- approved bachelors, Viv. I’ll send you their pictures with the list.” Everyone shimmies their shoulders, but the victim in question folds into herself. She takes a moment to mask her upset and keep riffing. “Already covered, I’m just gonna marry Austin after he returns to the light of God, just like grandma always wanted.” She grabs his jaw and puts their temples together, smiling too widely for anyone’s comfort.

“That is so sweet!” He leans into it, but the sister is not impressed. “Austin you figuratively and literally cannot play both teams like this, your straight passing relationship is sick and twisted and I’ll never be an aunt at this rate.” As funny as that was, Austin pings this as a potential problem, watching Vivian go to speak but ultimately choosing to shut herself up and recollect. He puts his arm around the chair and squeezes her forearm knowingly.

“We are aunts.” It was colder, but pretty manageable all things considered. Ava rolls her eyes. She walked into this, but it’s just not fair. “Yeah, but their mother hates me. I’m not even allowed to send them christmas gifts anymore.” Vivian holds eye contact. Under the table she digs her pinky nail into the denim covering Austin’s thigh. He hooks it with his own.

“Subject veto.” Was all she could say. Before Ava could respond, he clears his throat and buds in. “Adjourned. Ava, what are you and Jason doing later?” Table-wide relief occured. “Yeah, do you guys want to come to dinner tonight?” The perpetual olive branch. Vivian can tell it was reciprocated by her facial expression. “I can’tttttt, I’m flying back to Michigan to help dad and figure out who's an acceptable invitation to the wedding. It sucks that I can’t be there, though. We've wanted you to be in the group for so long now.” Now that peace has been restored, the not-a-couple un-entangle themselves and Vivian’s shoulders un-tense as she comments jokingly: “Too much pressure, they could hate me.” Her sister waves her off.

“Sure.” Austin laughed at Ava’s blatant disregard, rubbing his eyes the way a dad does after a fight and waving over the waiter.

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Hasan had long already gone live and was completely dropped in at the time of the three ordering. Vivian was the only one who knew this after checking her notifications, but said nothing, enjoying her pancakes and her secret.

The next two hours flew by for everyone involved. It seemed almost too fast when Austin and Vivian arrived back at Hasan's together, but she was just thankful she’d managed to pay for her own bill between the overly-douting company she held. The quietness of the house, save for the muffled, rumbling sound of Hasan explaining something to chat, was immediately noticeable to her. The contrast between this vibe and most of Vivian’s life was palpable.

The homeowner in question only blinked an eye when he happened to have heard the patio door open a bit later, realizing Vivian must already be there, and she must have been the one to close the front door. He listened in, debating whether or not to go out there for a moment, but the two guests had started a rolling conversation so quickly that he didn’t want to interrupt. Instead, he announced that the end of the live was incoming, and continued to eavesdrop carefully. Not very secretively, though, as the chat was intermittently filled with people guessing what was going on in the house that had Hasan so distracted.

Outside the office, Austin gave the grand tour of the house he has become so acquainted with to Vivian, making up various lies on the way to add some variety. Once they’ve made their way upstairs and finished Austin’s room’s portion, they discover the master bedroom’s door was left open. So obviously he busted in. The woman with him chose to stand respectfully in the doorway, feeling a bit surreal. She laughed at his antics nervously. From her planted spot she didn’t really see much, but it was easily noted how clean it was. Care put into it.

Under their feet, Hasan began to actually wrap up the last topic of the day once the sounds of footsteps on the second floor pointed back to the stairs. Vivian couldn’t quite make out what he was saying but the tone was quite familiar, the stream was over. He pressed the end button literally just in time for the door to slide open and both of their heads to pop in, ridiculously.

“Are you done yet?” Austin whisper-yells. Vivian holds back a laugh and sticks her hand through the door, waving. Hasan is left wondering where his nervousness went. He waved back, in a rather cute way, one might add, and confirmed. Hasan was so busy with his wave that he had forgotten that the tour wasn’t over yet until: "And last but not least,” with much pizzazz, Austin slides open the door. “with special guest Hasan Piker himself!” He guides Vivian inside clumsily, pointing at his friend. “This is where the magic happens baby! Look at the paint job, the decor, the wood grain, it's just fantastic!" Hasan cannot stop himself from commenting on something he clearly found so shocking.

“Austin, you are literally the one who started the set complaints, what are you talking about?” Vivian giggled. He looked up and noticed she's been covering her mouth, trying not to get involved. Like she knew it was coming. “It has its ways.” He rolled his eyes at this response, but chose amicablity, watching Viv look around the room, seemingly in genuine interest instead.

"In the flesh... The camera makes it look so different." Her fingertips trace the top of each chair as she looks around at the complete mixed bag of wall art, posters, and decor, amused. Vivian was so enthralled that she’d unknowingly admitted to something alarming. Hasan, who was struggling to disguise his urgency, questioned it immediately. "You watch the podcast?" Shit. Is that embarrassing? It feels really embarrassing.

"Yeah, of course I do. Since Austin told me about it.” Blame everything on Austin. Vivan had sworn that Hasan’s face held a look of concern but in a millisecond it was gone. “Yeah, she’s my biggest fan.” Austin went to wrap an arm around her shoulder for the bit, ignoring her disgusted face, but his phone buzzed before he could land it. “Oh wow, Will and Caroline are actually available for dinner tonight! We're on a lucky streak for plans. Oh god, I have to go change the reservation." He shuffles out, sliding the door closed behind him out of habit.

Vivian meandered over to Hasan’s desk, where his streaming setup was anchored, smirking at the cardboard cutouts she had definitely never seen on camera before. Hasan followed. "So how would you rate your tour experience?" She glances over her shoulder at the door and puts on a little show like she’s really contemplating hard, tapping her chin, hand on her hip. "I'd give it…. Annnnnnn.. 8.5 out of ten." He feigns offense. "What??? That’s bullshit." She turns her attention to shelves on the back wall, shrugging her shoulders. "Well, you’ll have to give me a new one then, because I’m pretty sure half of what he said was a lie." It evokes a laugh, and he a little sheepishly responds, “Maybe.”

Vivian started browsing the shelves in more detail, trying to think of something to say to continue the conversation that's not weird. Hasan watches, doing something similar. It does not take them too long. “Oh, is this one from the show QT hosted?” She pointed at the award, looking back at him over her shoulder. He gets closer to see which one she’s pointing at. The table’s proximity to the shelf forced his arm to be grazing her back. “Yeah, best Just Chatting 2023, no big deal.” She scrunched her nose, giggling. “Only if you say so… What about this one?” He scoffs, more comfortable now. “It's the goddamn queen of England, no further questions.” She touches his forearm in fake apology, then has to pretend that she still can’t feel it on her fingertips as she pulls away. “Oh, god bless.” They keep playing this game, her pointing to an unfamiliar or silly object and laughing at his responses. Her continued, real curiosity made him a bit shy.

There is a pause as she looks for another item she doesn’t have context for, so she fills it without really thinking. “This is good lore for me. Austin is not a consistent news source.” After saying that she became afraid it would sound like she had been hounding her friend for facts and news about Hasan, but if he felt that way he definitely didn’t show it. “No, literally because he doesn’t fucking tell me anything either.” She tilted her head back, laughing. Perfect timing; from this angle she can see Austin’s silhouette approaching the door.

“I had to push it back an hour but we could go grab a drink or wait and have them meet us here first?” The implications of that sentence alarmed Vivian. She knew what he was doing. No medium-scale restaurant would have to push the reservation for two chairs. She turns to him, her back brushing up against Hasan’s chest in doing so. “Is this place fancy?” Her eyebrow was raised, her tone accusatory, and everything she needed to know was revealed when both boys answered in tandem.

“No.” Mischievous.

“Yes.” Firm, to override Austin. It echoed above her head from behind.

She turned back to Hasan, looking up almost to a ridiculous degree from their proximity, pointing at him. “I trust you, I knew he was going to do this to me. Is there a bathroom I can use to get ready?” He grinned, feeling complemented. “Yeah, you can use mine. I have to change too, but I’ll go in the closet.” Hasan moved out of her way and headed out of the room, but waited for her at the door. As she ducks under his arm she can’t help but think that this is the type of thing that would only happen at the beginning of a rom-com. Or at least it would be if Austin wasn’t following them up the stairs.

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mushroomfic · 6 months ago

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Mutual 1: guys we should all be listening to this Czech Electro-ska band that released a single album of seven songs in 1995

Mutual 2: here's 7000 words on french socks 1886-1891

Mutual 3: I think I hauve covid

Mutual 4: obsessed with War and Peace currently literally incapable of thinking about anything else

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mushroomfic · 6 months ago

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"you should be at the club" i should be in the woods. performing the ritual.

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Hasan Piker Midwest Princess Chapter 1, Trauma! at the Gay Bar

This is the first chapter of a fic I've been frankensteining from a non related series of one shots I never intended on posting but once it reached fifty pages I was like, I feel like its more psycho if I don't post it? Mad respect to all of the work Hasan does; fanfic is a coping mechanism, sorry to this man. If I didn't see that podcast episode of him telling the TikTok edit people he doesn't care I would not have posted. I'll post a (y/n) version soon. My first slow burn! Well ig you can decide if its slowburn lol.

Warnings: Slight homophobia, bad date, swearing, allusion to older sibling trauma, x OC but will post a y/n

Word Count: 2818

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Day One,

Forty five minutes before:

“You’re meeting him alone? And you drove there? Where did you park? How far is your walk? Are you armed? I shouldn’t need to say this but we are not in Kansas anymore, Dorth-” The audio is crackling through one damaged earbud but the gist is communicated well enough to be annoying.

“Yeah you’re right, you don’t need to say this. I literally wrote those things down in a packet for you. It’s in a garage, we’re meeting in a public place, he’s gay, I’m literally almost there now, and I have everything that I send in my bi-annual safety package.” It was a bit biting, but nothing anyone wasn’t used to. “I’m going to forgive your attitude because you’re just not used to it, but it's high time I start parenting you instead.” The woman being scolded lets out a scoff, but decides to let it go. “Okay, I gotta go, love you.” As if knowing she was on the way to hang up, the girl on the line speaks lightning fast: “Love you, I’m serious, text me. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Their call ends and the man in question is immediately visible upon entering, as it is too early for fog, strobes, colored lights, or dancers. He was sat in a booth, wearing noticeably much different hair and clothes than usual with a look of concern. She approaches, more curious than scared. “Hey Matt, how are you?”

Now:

This little outing really was not going to plan. Here she was, thinking what a great networking connection, I wonder why he took an interest in me, he must have a project in mind. Now, the two sat awkwardly, twiddling their thumbs and looking at the table between them as a massive misunderstanding had just unfolded not even a half hour in. Despite still hanging in the wake of an argument, the man on the south side of the booth elects to open his mouth again.

"I cannot fucking believe you thought I was gay. Why would you even say to me, Vivian?" This did not go over well with his audience. Vivian looked up from her now ripped up napkin, eyes bulging and mouth agape. She was really reaching for a way to be nice in spite of everything, in the not-so-rare case this comes back to bite her. It took a lot of effort to hold back her flabbergasted laughs in her rebuttal.

"I'm sorry, Matt. You’re obviously offended. But, I just used context clues: this is an internationally notorious gay bar." She motions around the place as the scantily clad, male dancers start their shift with her hand. The resulting look on Matt's face could be described as potent horror. After a moment, he shakes it off and his face relaxes, like he had just reloaded back to a point in the night where nothing had ever happened. "You know what, I can forgive you. Let's just get outta here and go somewhere where there's people I can show you off to." Matt had a wide grin on his face. He must’ve felt ingenious, but now it's Vivan's turn to wretch. There was no other direction to go. She almost starts laughing again when she says, "Um, I agreed to meet you alone under the pretense that you were gay and on business. On what planet does that mean I’d want to go out with you?"

Thankfully, Vivian had the foresight to start texting under the table since the beginning of the straight reveal. Even more convenient than calling her smug sister back, she had noticed her (hopefully) savior earlier, who she’d been to this bar with before. She hadn't checked if he’d be in town at the time because of work and family plans on top of her being too nervous to meet his friends that she’d definitely be introduced to. But now, it was clear one fear was worse than the other. This is the text conversation they had while she tried to navigate this tantrum:

V: Austin

A: Vivvvv!!

V: Are you at The Abbey rn?

A: omg how did you know did someone post something?

V: No I'm here can I come over there

A: WHAT

V: this guy from work invited me I assumed he was gay bc he suggested it but its bad

A: NO NOT THAT of course you can come over, come over now, I'm just shocked you DIDN'T FUCKING TELL ME YOU WERE COMING.

Seconds later and without further coordination, Austin starts yelling, creating the perfect excuse to leave just as she starts gathering her things post rejection.

"GUYS, VIVIAN IS HERE. YOU GET TO MEET VIVIAN!!!!!" Followed by several gasps and chatter. She whipped around to 'see what the noise was.' When she turns back to Matt Vivian starts speaking at hyper speed. "Oh my God, that's my friend Austin! I should say hi. I Gotta go, thanks for the drink!" And she was out of there before he could say a word about how obvious that was.

Through the suddenly large crowd of people it took her a second to reach Austin’s group but as soon as she did the aforementioned introductions began. "Guys, this is my best friend Vivian, we met in college! She's helped with some of my shows before.” He names every member off before getting out of the booth and patting the seat cushion. She sends him a questioning glance when he doesn’t just scooch over, but he doesn’t give her any time to ask. “I'm so excited, you turned up at the perfect time. We're pre-recording the podcast this week before the convention in Japan, so everyone is around." Once she climbed in, he followed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and sandwiching her between him and a friend.

The girls seem friendly enough but the guilt, especially from having seen any amount of their content before, persisted. "I'm so sorry to intrude. I was trying to find a way to escape the guy I'm with and then I saw you guys." After ingesting and enjoying some of their work to support Austin, it was difficult for Vivian to not feel like a fan interrupting their night for a picture. However, she did find a little relief in Maya, QT, and Caroline in unison all saying things like: "Of course!", "Don't be sorry!", and "It's nice to finally meet you!". While she was busy learning everyone's names, or more like acting, Austin decided to glance around for the perpetrator. He locked eyes with a man getting out of the booth he saw her leave from. He shakes his head when he starts heading their direction, and Matt changes course for the door without much more persuasion. Maya notices, but he motions for her to say nothing.

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To Vivian's surprise, it ended up being a really fun, guilt free night. Now, it was almost one in the morning and all had begun to trail out after agreeing on another day to get together in a couple months during her next work trip. Only Vivian and Austin were left. She insisted on driving him home, trying to be alone for as little time as possible. On the way to her rental car, they chatted about how excited he was to ingratiate her into his friend group, and that tonight was a great start, better than he’d imagined. Well, that's what she'd translated it to mean, anyway.

Once the two were in, she peaked over to his side to make sure he'd buckled as she talked. "Okay, where are you staying, babe?" Her voice made him jump in his seat, exposing his lack of attention. "hmmmmmmm?" She reiterates, "Which hotel are you staying at?" Austin takes a bit too long to answer. "I'm not." He sounds a little devious. "You're not?" She sounds a little confused. "It's Hasan's ho-HIC-use. Hasan's house. Another one off the-the list. The friend list." Austin hiccups in the middle of his sentence, rolling around trying to get his phone out of his back pocket. Vivian tried not to act caught off guard by this news. He had started staying there more recently, she knew that. There was no reason for alarm, it shouldn’t be any different than meeting his other friends. It was already surprising that she hadn't met him or anyone else already. Brief phone calls with Austin on speaker had revealed her existence to them; she's not a foreign concept to anyone. It would be fine. Besides, Hasan said on the podcast a couple of days ago that he goes to bed really early so she might not even get a glimpse of him. She decided to not tell Austin she knows that and just typed in the address as he eventually gets through saying it.

The ride was enjoyable, Austin didn’t puke, and he didn’t complain about her music choices either. She hadn’t had to get through a neighborhood gate by herself in a while, but the real hard part came after parking the car; Getting Austin out and through the door. She tried to support him with her shoulder the best she could and managed to get him up on the porch. “Just remember, if you.. If you see Hasan, he isn’t mean. He just is like that - oh my god where is my key?!” Unfortunately, he had gone into all his pockets while talking to find said key, but it wasn’t there. Frantic searching obviously ensues. Every pocket on Austin's body checked twice, every crevice of the car, all over the sidewalk, and the grass.

In a fleeting moment of clarity, Vivian cuts off his panicked rambling to make the suggestion to just call Hasan and figure out the rest in the morning. "Oh yeah, duh." It takes a lot of energy to keep calm. If he lost the key that means anyone could have it. What if it was stolen? Or worse, stolen by a fan? Is this supposed to be his first impression of her? That she, the DD, let a stranger steal the key to his home? It doesn’t matter if those thoughts are ridiculous, what if he’s ridiculous? It’s not like she really knows anything about him.

Austin calls him and puts it on speaker and the sound interrupts her spiral; it rings a couple of times and Vivian almost loses all hope until a deep, gravelly groan radiates from the phone at the last second. She pretended to not have heard it. Austin explained, Hasan was irritated, reasonably, but agreed to come down after waking up enough to realize there was no other option. They stood there silently, like two kids in trouble, waiting for the door to swing open.

It did. "Austin you are a fucking idiot. The key is on the kitchen counter." Is the first thing he said when he saw him. Vivian was exasperated. “Thank fucking god, I thought someone stole it”. She covered her face in her hands as she spoke. When she revealed herself, Hasan realized her presence for the first time; caught off guard, he let his face change for a second. Displeasure, recognition, just surprise? Vivian let it slide as per the advice of her friend earlier. Austin raised an eyebrow, but carried on anyway. "Hey hey hey! None of that is true. Hasan, this is the Viv I’m always talking about. Can she come over tomorrow?" Hasan pauses before offering his hand. “Yeah.. I remember.” She accepts, shaking softly and smiling up at him. They both chuckle at Austin as they do. During the greeting, she notices for the first time that Hasan had opened the door wearing nothing but pajama pants, which you know, is an odd outfit to be shaking someone's hand in, is all.

"I was wondering if we’d ever meet you." Vivian blushes, and agrees with him. Hasan, on his never ending quest to become the world's greatest host that she’d heard all about, offered to have her stay since it's so late. She politely declines on reflex, explaining her hotel wasn't that far and that she had work in the morning. Which was mostly true. After that, Austin hugs her goodbye and shimmies behind Hasan saying something, probably incoherent, under his breath. The sight amused her enough to distract her from Hasan’s reaction to what was mumbled. His ungraceful footsteps serve as background noise for the rest of the conversation. "If you're sure. I guess see you tomorrow then?" His face reads so earnestly she struggles for a moment, wondering why Austin would ever leave her alone like that. "Yeah, of course. Thanks." Hasan begins his retreat back into the house, and she's glad to have received a cue and starts to turn around as well, waving.

"Hey. text Austin's phone so we know you got home okay." She glances back to agree before picking up the pace back to her car, face burning for what she elements is no reason. In the distance she can hear muffled yelling and laughter.

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Day Two,

The next morning Hasan carried on his early routine to breakfast, then to basketball, then back to the house as per usual. That was until the sound of crashing around upstairs reminded him of last night. He just hoped that he had come off the right way to Vivan. Austin’s faces and teasing mutters did not help, but he’d already been told a few times before that he doesn’t tend to make the greatest first impressions. Even though he had thought carefully about this one in advance, it still managed to take him by surprise. In a sleepy haze, in the middle of the night, and barely clothed no less. If he didn’t do okay that night, he was going to have to deal with the consequences for at least one depressing, awkward night, or maybe even more.

Eventually, he and Austin crossed paths in the house and Hasan had the chance to try and calm some of his nerves. "What are we gonna do with Viv today?" Hasan sat at the counter, watching his friend rummage around in the fridge. He sipped his coffee, ignoring that he could not get his knee to stop bouncing. "Uhhh." The key word was “try.” He made an effort to not to sound frustrated; obviously Austin thought that they would get along just fine and was not worried at all about being a diligent liaison, which was good, he supposed. Yet, this was as much as he could muster: "You invited her over to my house with no plans?" Austin chuckled at his friend's perpostered tone, wiggling his shoulders around in a way that suggested he may be making something up on the fly. "Well first off, I was drunk, and second… I'd like to, to, to - to give her a tour of your lovely home!" Austin sets up shop for breakfast on the other side of the island very nonchalantly and Hasan now has to hide his embarrassment. "I am not doing that."

Austin cracked an egg into a pan, smirking. He decides to poke the bear. "Give me one reason why." Hasan gestures wildly with his hands in confusion, and the other just sits there, enjoying how the tables have turned for once. "What do you mean?? How is that not embarrassing?" He rolled his eyes. "I said I'm doing it, not you. You can hide your shame in your office until it’s over - Oh! and then I'm definitely taking her out to a fancy dinner. Anyone can come, but when I see her I like to buy her nice dinner. Then she asked me a while ago if she could teach me Mario Kart so I need a copy of the new one. You have a switch right?" Despite the greasy spatula being pointed at him as a gesture, Hasan manages to find some solus in any sort of established structure for the day.

“Oh, speak of the devil, she texted me, will you read it?” The spatula returns to point at Austin’s phone on the other side of the kitchen island. Hasan grabs it with a light grunt, returning his glasses to his eyes. “Austin, my sister and I are going to brunch in 2 hours, she says she hasn’t seen you in so long do you want to come.” He barely gets to finish reading it before Austin says, “fuck yeah, say yes.” Hasan types:

A: Austin says “fuck yeah, say yes” - Hasan

V: lol thank you for carrier pigeoning <3, its here tell him he can click on it

Austin Insta-Carted the game under the advice of Hasan and Google before they separated again. One getting ready for brunch and the other taking a long shower and marinating in his thoughts, wondering if he should make a phone call or if that would be too dramatic.

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