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HAYLEY i have new dad!harry propaganda. i made a request a while ago about store owner harry and this came across my desk. this is so what harry’s kid would do with the dog 😭😭 force harry and reader to buy all sorts of random office supplies and shit to do this. bet my house that harry and ethan frequent here….
https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS4NVcEVJ/
i can defo see this starting at a playdate with Olive and Rolo, and then from that day on, reader and Harry's kid kept trying to convince them to get a dog until Harry caved one day and now whenever playdates happen with Olive, they defo force Rolo or Harry's dog into doing this.
This is so cute, defo adding this to my list!
Hopefully I can get started on some writing after this weekend since I have someone planned to come over and fix my internet tomorrow xx
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After a night with Alex/adapt, he goes on stream with core while shirtless not knowing that there are scratches all down his back. During the stream, core members realize what they are
PATCH NOTES, ADAPT
adapt (alex) x f!reader, word count: 1.6k
summary: alex thought it was just another pool day until chat noticed something he didn’t. between the teasing, the accusations, and one very unfortunate camera angle, alex does what he does best… he makes it worse!
notes: fluff at the beginning, suggestive, established relationship between reader & alex, humorous?, corny, chat involved, alex being alex and core is mainly in this fic
the room was quiet.
the curtains were still mostly drawn, leaving only thin streaks of sunlight stretching across the shared bed.
alex was asleep on his stomach, one arm lazily wrapped around your waist, his face half, buried against the back of your shoulder. his breathing was slow and even, warm against your skin.
you smiled to yourself. for someone who insisted he wasn’t clingy, he certainly had a habit of finding you in his sleep.
carefully, you turned just enough to face him. his hair was even messier than usual, sticking up in every direction. there was a faint crease across his cheek from the pillow, and he looked so peaceful you almost felt bad for waking him.
almost.
you brushed a few strands of hair away from his forehead before leaning down to press a soft kiss there.
nothing, another kiss.
still nothing. you laughed quietly.
“alex…”
he made a sleepy noise that sounded suspiciously like, “five more minutes.”
“you’ve been saying that for ten.”
his grip around your waist tightened instead, gently pulling you closer until there was barely any space between you.
“so clingy,” you teased.
“i’m asleep.”
“you literally just answered me.”
“i don’t remember.”
you smiled, unable to help yourself, and kissed the tip of his nose.
one eye finally cracked open.
“…you’re annoying.”
“and yet…” you kissed him once more, this time on the lips. “…you still smiled.”
“i did not.”
“you absolutely did.”
he tried to hide it, but the corners of his mouth gave him away.
after another second, he leaned in first this time, stealing one more slow kiss before resting his forehead against yours.
“…morning.”
“morning.”
neither of you moved, neither of you wanted to.
it wasn’t until the room fell quiet again that alex reached blindly across the nightstand for his phone.
he frowned. “…seriously?”
you looked over, the screen stayed black. “i told you to charge it before bed.”
“i know.”
“you said it’d survive the night.”
“i thought it would.”
“it clearly didn’t.”
he sighed dramatically before letting the dead phone fall back onto the nightstand. “what time is it?”
you reached for your own phone. “….12pm”
his eyes snapped open. “…you’re kidding.”
“i’m not.”
he groaned into the pillow. “oh my God.”
within seconds, he was climbing out of bed in a panic. “i was supposed to meet the guys 30 minutes ago.”
you couldn’t help but laugh as he hurried around the room looking for his swim trunks, towel, keys, and the shirt he’d abandoned somewhere on the floor.
he finally found it, threw it over one shoulder, then walked back over to the bed. “i’ll see you later.” he leaned down for one last kiss before heading toward the bedroom door.
“alex?”
“hm?”
you’d just caught sight of his back.
long, faded red scratches stretched across the left side. a fading souvenir from last night, reminding him exactly where your hands belonged.
“you’ve got..”
“i’ll text you when my phone turns back on.”
“wait, your back”
“i’ll be fine!”
before you could finish, he was already jogging down the hallway.
a second later, the front door closed.
you stared after him for a moment before letting out a laugh.
“…he’s going to find out eventually.”
“so chat…”
jason flipped the camera toward himself as the livestream officially started.
“we’re back.”
the backyard was already alive.
music drifted from a speaker by the pool, silky was trying to convince ron to jump in first, and marlon was digging through a cooler looking for drinks.
the stream title read: POOL DAY W/ CORE
chat immediately filled the screen.
W STREAM
WHERE’S ADAPT
BRO’S LATE
ron checked his watch with exaggerated disappointment. “he’s late, that’s a fine.”
“a fine?” jason laughed.
“yeah.”
“for what?”
“i don’t know yet, but we’ll think of something.”
right as he finished speaking, the side gate creaked open.
“there he is.”
alex walked in carrying an energy drink and holding up his phone. “my alarm never went off.”
ron looked at the black screen. “…dead?”
“completely.”
“you ignored every call.”
“i couldn’t answer if I wanted to.”
jason grabbed the phone for half a second before handing it back. “…yeah, that’s definitely dead.”
marlon laughed. “so that’s actually a valid excuse.”
“told you.” alex dropped his bag beside one of the lounge chairs.
it was already hot enough that nobody questioned him pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the chair.
“can we get in the pool now?” he asked.
“after you explain why you’re late,” ron answered.
“i literally just did.”
“no, that story sounds too responsible.”
“it is responsible.”
“it’s unlike you.”
alex shook his head with a laugh and bent over to grab a basketball sitting beside the cooler.
the camera caught his back for only a moment.
chat exploded.
WAIT
LOOK
JASON TURN AROUND
HIS BACK
jason frowned at the flood of messages. “why is everyone typing ‘back?’”
ron glanced toward alex, his eyebrows lifted.
“…hold on.”
jason followed his gaze.
“…no way.”
“what?” alex asked, still holding the football.
ron pointed. “turn around.”
alex blinked. “why?”
“just trust me.”
confused, alex turned.
for a second, nobody said anything.
then jason let out a laugh. “bro.…”
“what?”
“you’ve got scratches all over your back.”
alex instinctively reached behind himself. “…i do?”
“you seriously didn’t notice?”
“no.”
marlon walked over, trying not to laugh. “i don’t know how you missed them.”
alex frowned. “i can’t exactly see my own back.”
“fair point.”
he thought about it for another second before shrugging.
“…i got nerfed last night”
jason stared at him, ron covered his face.
“you did not just say that.”
“what?”
“that was terrible.”
alex grinned. “i thought it was funny.”
“it was awful.”
“it was kind of funny,” marlon admitted.
ron pointed toward the camera. “chat already clipped it.”
alex looked over at the camera. “of course they did.”
messages were flying by too quickly to read individually.
I GOT NERFED
THAT WAS SO BAD
CLIP IT
HE’S NEVER ESCAPING THIS
jason folded his arms. “so…”
“so?”
“you gonna explain the scratches?”
alex shrugged. “nope.”
“nothing?”
“they’re scratches.”
“we can see that.”
“they’ll heal.”
ron laughed. “that’s all we’re getting?”
“that’s all you’re getting.”
jason nodded dramatically toward the camera. “the official statement.”
alex picked the basketball back up and spun it once in his hand. “you guys done?”
jason smiled. “for now.”
“good.”
ron tossed him a pair of sunglasses, “but I’m still calling that line terrible.”
alex caught them with one hand. “…you’re just mad you didn’t think of it first.”
ron laughed. “yeah, absolutely not.”
within seconds, the conversation had moved on, jason cannonballed into the pool.
marlon immediately complained about getting splashed.
silky chased ron around the deck with the camera after he stole someone’s towel.
alex finally got the basketball game he’d wanted.
even as the afternoon settled into the usual chaos, chat kept sneaking the same message into the feed every few minutes.
I GOT NERFED.
by the end of the stream, it had become the joke of the day.
alex just shook his head every time he saw it. “…i’m never hearing the end of this, am i?”
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content: love island!au , swearing , kissing , fluff
notes: gosh idk why this part took me so long to finally write but i did it !!! this is for @ocea1cperl , happy belated birthday ml xx
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A FEW DAYS had passed since everything had blown over between Harry and George, but you’d only gotten closer with the latter. You assumed that Harry had stopped trying at this point, because he wasn’t the one you received your morning coffee from.
George was.
He brought it to you with a beaming grin, paired with a kiss on the forehead and scuffing up your hair before leaving you to talk with the girls.
Things were going so smoothly that you were slightly concerned it was all too good to be true.
You hadn’t expressed those worries, of course, because there was this irrational, overriding fear that whatever you spoke about in the villa would become a reality, and you didn’t want to manifest the downfall of the wonderful connection you’d been building with George.
“You two are so smitten, oh my God.” Becky blushed for you, beaming at the display of affection.
“I needed to recouple with him, like, yesterday.”
The girls fell into cacophonous laughter at your statement.
“So you and Harry are properly finished.”
“Yeah, he’s just … really inconsiderate and not someone I’d like to see myself with in the future.”
“Good for you girl. Don’t settle for any less than what you deserve.” Lola patted your thigh.
Suddenly, Kai shot up from across the garden with his phone in his hand, “Islanders, tonight there will be a recoupling in which the girls get to pick which boy they couple up with!”
“Fuck yes!” Chloe screamed for you, wrapping her arms around your midsection.
You fell off of the beanbag and onto the grass with her arms still tightly locked around you.
“You can get your man!”
Hearty laughter filled the air as all the girls watched the joy on your face.
This was just what you’d needed.
George had made you feel ten times the amount of care in five days than Harry had done in three weeks, and that to you, spoke volumes.
He wasn’t pushy, and he never crossed the lines with jokes and boundaries. He was evidently handsome and oh so charming, and he put you first.
For once, you weren’t a second choice, nor were you a thought to be put on the backburner while your lad cracked on with someone else. George was all for you, and he made that known. He wasn’t ashamed to show you off in public, he didn’t want to hide you behind closed doors. That was all you could ask for.
Oh, and maybe some bedtime cuddles, but that situation wasn’t really his fault.
The day went by very smoothly, nothing too interesting happening apart from Kai challenging you to a floatie-race in the pool.
You won, of course, putting your trust in the massive unicorn float and powering your arms through the water until you reached the other end and back.
“Thank you! Thank you!” You jokingly curtsied as your friends and Harry clapped for you.
The race was timed pretty well, because it was soon after that you were all getting sent off to the dressing rooms to get ready for the night.
A quick shower and an application of makeup later, you were ready.
Routine mirror pictures with the girls took place, including a few jokey ones, before you rushed off to find George, forcing him into the camera with you to take some selfies.
He smiled for you in one, before planting his lips on your cheek in the next, and complying with your request for silly faces in another.
Conversations were shared casually throughout the night, mainly by you, George, Chloe, and Luca, all sat around on the day beds, each couple respectively coupled together.
Someone’s phone dinged across the villa, and Tommy stood to reveal that you’d all been instructed to crowd around the firepit.
All the girls were sitting on the plush, half-moon sofa, while the boys stood in front of the fire, some tense, others completely relaxed.
You repeatedly made eye contact with George throughout the recoupling, sharing shy smiles as the boys that were standing slowly dwindled in numbers to be standing next to their ladies.
It was no surprise when Chloe picked Luca, and Tommy found his way to Lola’s side. Becky and Kai’s companionship earned a round of applause, as did Kira and Freddie.
When it finally came around to your turn, the tension was thick, and Chloe reached her hand up to you, gripping it with a squeeze before returning it to her lap.
“So … I would like to couple up with this boy because … Well, I’ve had a rough week in here, and he has been by my side throughout it all. Not only is he blatantly handsome and fit—“ Your comment caused a few chuckles, “He’s overwhelmingly compassionate. He knows what to say and how to say it, and never once has he made me feel less than, just for simply being who I am. So, for those reasons, the boy I would like to couple up with is … George.”
Chloe’s claps were the loudest as your man made his way towards you.
He settled on a polite kiss on the cheek before wrapping his arms around your waist on the sofa and keeping close.
You were tucked right into his side, feeling cozier and warmer than ever.
“That was good.” He whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Thanks, I was shitting it.” You replied with a giggle.
A delicate peck was laid on your shoulder before everyone returned their attention back to the front.
Harry looked ridiculously sour for someone who had no one to blame for his predicament but himself, and part of you felt a little bad for Emma, who really didn’t look too enthralled at the idea of having to partner up with him.
She managed to sail through it with polite words about being in a friendship couple and finding his personality interesting, but you shared an amused look with Lola, mentally agreeing that it was all bullshit.
After the recoupling, all the couples dispersed, and Harry had even attempted to pull you for a chat, but you’d excused yourself with the reasoning of not wanting to disrupt what could be a peaceful evening with George.
He huffed as the pair of you walked away hand in hand.
“Reader.” George hummed, letting his hand graze your bottom to stop you in your tracks.
“Yeah?”
He gnawed his bottom lip momentarily, “Can I take you up to the terrace?”
“What, now?” A bright grin stretched across your face.
“If that’s okay.”
“Yeah, of course.”
Your heels clicked in a very satisfying way against the flooring as you made your way through the house and towards the terrace.
It was like a breath of fresh air to finally be up and away from everyone with your partner.
And it didn’t feel sneaky either, that was another thing you were grateful to be relieved of.
Connecting with George and spending so much time with him had some part of you feeling a little bit guilty, because you were still in a couple with Harry, but now there was none of that.
You sat beside him with your legs slung over his lap, arms around his neck, whilst his hands rested across your thighs, eyes staring at you so intently it was like nothing else in this world existed or mattered.
“Everything okay?” You hummed, stroking his curls back from his face.
“Yeah, just … wanted to have you all to myself.” He played off jokingly before shaking his head, “No, I … I mean, obviously I wanted to have a private moment with you, but … I just wanted to say thank you, I guess, for picking me.”
“It wouldn’t have been anyone else.” You replied, stroking your thumb over his cheekbone.
“Well, still. It felt like a very big moment for us.”
“Mmm, it was.”
“And you … you articulated yourself very well.”
“Thank you.” You smiled softly, “You looked stupidly handsome up there.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah!” You said like it was obvious, “I think you always look good.”
“Likewise.”
“Thank God for that or we’d have some problems, I think.” You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder.
His head came on top of yours, the pair of you just existing in the silence of each other's presence while he drew little patterns on your outer thigh.
“George?” You muttered.
“Yes, my darlin’?”
“… Thank you for not making me feel as shitty as Harry did.”
He frowned, lifting his head, and then using his hand to lift yours, “You should never thank me for that, okay? That’s the bare minimum, and if I ever make you feel that shitty, I need you to tell me immediately, okay?”
You nodded, “Okay.”
You couldn’t help but notice the multiple times in which his eyes flickered from your eyes to your mouth, and it caused a little smirk to come across your face.
“Lookin’ like you wanna kiss me a bit there, Georgie.”
“Yeah, maybe I do.” He shrugged.
“Maybe you should.”
His head inched closer and closer to yours until your lips were locked and your bodies were pushed impossibly closer.
The kiss was so soft, but had the same amount of passion and purpose as the heated one you’d shared a few nights ago through truth or dare. Still, this one felt more meaningful. It felt like the cherry on top of a perfect recoupling where you both got what you wanted, and this was only sealing it together.
His lips were soft on yours, not hesitant, but careful, giving you the time to change the pace or not. Every movement he made had you in mind.
He shifted to face you more, gently lowering your legs before raising his hand to your face and cupping your cheek.
Your fingers toyed with the curls at the nape of his neck, giving yourself something to do rather than focusing on the rapidity of your beating heart.
When the pair of you pulled back, you pecked him a couple more times before settling back into his arms.
“Good kiss?” He asked softly.
“Perfect kiss.” You corrected, dragging your nails up and down his forearm.
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