JUST FRIENDS! | adapt

summary: adapt tries to flirt with you on stream but you don’t fall for the clips.

warnings: a little bit of second hand embarrassment. ‘baby’ is used. use of ‘y/n’. adapt teasing and flirting with reader. bolded italics means chat. ( not proofread!! )

it was the first oficial day at streamer university. so far everything was going great, it was later in the day so everyone was mainly walking around figuring out something to do, including you. that was until you saw alex.

“hey alex” you said as he approached you and your camerawomen with gilly.

“what’s up y/n” he went in for a side hug before doing the same with your camerawomen.

“i like the glasses, they suit you a lot actually”

“thank you baby” he said casually like it was something he always said when you were together.

BABY?!?!?

nah unc still got it😭😭

y/n HIGHKEY blushing

FINALLY OMG

this better than tyb

the sponsors not gonna like this one

a photo booth picture of them is getting leaked next

you felt your face get hot, not because it made you nervous but because it made you feel embarrassed.

“what y’all been up to though?” he asked.

“we were just walking around probably going to get food”

“let’s all go. we haven’t ate yet”

“we just walked out of the caf-“ gilly started but alex was quick to cut him off.

“so how has y’all’s day been?” he quickly changed the subject as you guys began to walk to the cafeteria.

“honestly good. i heard your class was actually pretty interesting”

“oh so you were talking about me?” he had that smirk on his face that he always had.

“no, lacy was talking about you”

the walk to the cafeteria continued in normal conversation. being with alex always felt so comfortable, things just flowed with him and that was something you loved about him.

“chats saying you guys are matching” your camerawomen said smiling behind the camera.

you eyed her because you knew what she was doing.

“oh shit we are” adapt stopped walking and eyed you up and down.

“same white shirt and black pants” gilly said “did you guys plan this?”

“nah i think this is like a sign from the universe or something”

“i think it was more of a coincidence” you kept walking focusing on your phone that was in your hand.

once you all arrived to the cafeteria you picked food that caught your eye the most and found somewhere to sit. that happened to be right next to adapt.

“could you pass me a ketchup packet?” adapt asked with a hotdog in hand.

“yea of course”

“thank you baby” he repeated again loud and clear for the chat.

you side eyed him being able to see the smile he was trying to hide but couldn’t and let out a laugh anyway.

“okay alex stop” you put your face in your hands.

“what? i didn’t do anything?”

“just finish your hotdog and don’t say anything else” you looked right at your camera “guys we’re just friends i promise” you emphasized the ‘friends’.

adapt looked at gilly while making a face out of the cringe he was feeling, knowing he had just embarrassed himself even if he was joking.

yea nvm he don’t got it like that anymore

friend zoned in the big ‘26

adapt just gotta turn off his stream after that one

ceo just got friend zoned😭😭

would’ve been a great time for an ad ngl😭

during the rest of your meal everything was fine. chat obviously didn’t see it that way as they commented on every little thing you guys did.

—

“aww look at the flowers” you stopped in front of a bush covered in beautiful flowers. “they’re so pretty”.

“not as pretty as you” he made another comment.

“okay that’s enough, i’ll see you tomorrow” you turned and walked away heading to your dorm.

“i swear all the ship edits you guys are making are making his ego go up” you said as you read the chat.

meanwhile adapt had stood there with his mouth open laughing at the same time with gilly. he couldn’t believe you just walked away without arguing with him.

“why did you say it like that?”gilly couldn’t stop laughing behind the camera.

“like what?!?” he looked at him “nah hol’ on flock i think she just got nervous” adapt looked down at his chat.

biggest fumble of 2026

bros NOT starting a family with her anymore😭

oh hell nah

yea i would’ve walked away too no shade

bros the ceo and still couldn’t bag that

32 and still getting rejected

“32 and still getting rejected” he read the last comment “ban that guy.”

❝ is this coming off in a cheesy way? ❞

paring: professor!adapt x fem!streamer!reader

request: by anonymous / “can you do something where adapt and reader meet at streamer u and they’re both really flirty with eachother the whole time and it’s just lots of tension”

content: sfw

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you knew the hype around streamer university. you were grateful to experience this college-like setting, even with cameras following everyone’s every move.

the first day was definitely a little overwhelming, so many extroverts in one place at the same time. nothing you couldn’t handle, just something to adapt to over the next five days.

which, speaking of adapt, you were already late to his class.

you thought grabbing a quick iced coffee from the cafeteria would be no biggie. unfortunately, everyone else thought the same.

after meeting and greeting way too many people, your quick drink run turned into an unexpected meet and greet, making you ten minutes late.

figuring you were already behind, you got adapt a coffee, too. maybe it would help him let your tardiness slide.

“chat, do you think he’ll think i’m bribing him, or more like a ‘sorry i was late’ coffee?” you ask your camera, glancing down at your phone to read the scrolling chat.

“he’s nice, he’ll let it slide” your camerawoman, gianna, says as the two of you walk toward his classroom.

“really? i’ve heard he’s nice, but i’ve never met him. which is crazy because growing up, my friends would always watch him play video games” you say, checking the schedule picture on your phone. “wait, is this it? i think it is”

“this is bringing me school flashbacks in the worse way possible” you say as knock on the door, your nerves spiking as the muffled sound of laughter and talking filters through.

the door opens to reveal the professor himself.

“hello, i’m sorry i’m late” you say immediately.

“no worries, i’m adapt. nice to meet you” he says, offering a quick side hug.

you introduce yourself and gianna. as you step inside, the packed room erupts into a few teasing ‘ouu’s from your friends. you shake your head with a smile, glancing down at your chat.

the coffeeeeee!!!

girl was so worried abt entering class she forgot abt the coffee

adapt is so fine

“oh my gosh, wait,” you say, making adapt turn around. “here, i brought you this”

“w rizz!”

a voice screams from the back row. unfortunately, you know exactly who it belongs to. lacy is sitting in his wheelchair near the back, wearing a sly smirk. you glare at him, which only makes him laugh harder.

yooooo w assist lacy

w comms

I SHIPPPP

“oh, wow. thank you, that’s so nice” adapt says, taking the cup.

“yes, of course” you reply, your face feeling noticeably warmer.

you scan the room for an empty seat, but there are none left. “there’s no more seats” you whisper to gianna.

“oh, i know there aren’t any chairs left,” adapt says, pulling out his own desk chair. “here”

“oh, thank you” you say, pulling it to the back and parking it next to lacy.

as you sit down, lacy waits for you to look at him. you try your hardest to ignore his eyes, but fail and laugh quietly. “what do you want, lacy?” you whisper since adapt has already resumed the lecture.

lacy has collabed with you a time or two, alongside other core members like silky, who sits nearby and casually dabs you up.

“nothing, nothing” lacy whispers, pretending to wipe his nose while holding back laughter.

“whatever” you roll your eyes, glancing back down at your phone.

i ship her and adaaaa

you have to stay after class for that extra credih

i would be a teacher’s pet for him so bad

you cover your mouth and look up at the camera. “you guys are actually insane”

“what is your chat saying?” lacy asks from beside you.

you turn your phone so he can see the screen. he reads it, then repeats, “extra credih” but unfortunately says it just a bit too loud.

“what’s going on back there?” adapt asks, half-jokingly.

you shake your head, “nothing” but lacy chimes in right over you, “she said she needs to stay after class for extra help”

you cover your face as the class erupts into teasing laughs.

she’s highkey hella blushing

she wants himmmmm

w comms from lacy

adapt just smiles. “yes, i’m here after class if you need help with anything”

the rest of the lecture rolls by smoothly with a few more jokes, and adapt turns out to be a genuinely great teacher.

finally, class wraps up and everyone starts packing their things. you hear your name called from the front, it’s adapt, sitting at his desk. you tell gianna to wait outside, knowing your chat is already losing its mind.

she rlly wants that extra credih

omg i ship so hard

he’s rlly matter daddy

you roll the borrowed chair back up to the desk. “thanks for the chair”

“thanks for the coffee” he replies, smiling.

“it’s no problem”

with the classroom now empty, it’s just the two of you. “so, i’m really glad i got to meet you today” he says softly.

“ah, me too. i can’t believe we never crossed paths over at the core house before”

“oh yeah, sometimes i get busy, but here we are now” he says, holding your gaze just long enough to make your heart skip a beat. “though i'm thinking we should make up for lost time. maybe i’ll see you around later?”

your breath catches for a second, your face heating up all over again. “oh, yeah” you say, offering a shy smile.

“cool” he says, leaning back slightly against his desk.

“see you around, professor adapt” you say, turning the chair around and heading toward the door.

you push it open and step out into the hallway, immediately spotting gianna waiting against the wall with her phone out, a knowing grin already plastered across her face.

as your chat explodes with the absolute loudest messages you’ve ever seen, you let out a long breath, shaking your head as you walk over to her.

they took a lil too long

adapt rlly is Y/NB

unc still got game

i understand tho, she’s a baddie

⟡

the next day, there definitely was a clip or two of your interaction with adapt.

you didn’t really pay too much attention to it, being used to getting shipped if you shared air with anyone.

during adapt’s class, your chat was exploding with the same thing from the day prior even though not much happened.

“you need help over there?” he asks, pointing directly at you and your confused expression.

you were surprised he even noticed you were confused since you didn’t say a word about being confused at all.

omg he noticed herrrr

lowk i would stay after class again

why is he deadass a good prof?

he’s so different w her

by day three, it had died down a bit. your chat was mostly telling you to collab with some of the other streamers like yonna.

yonna was a sweet girl who had captured the hearts of many through her amazing and funny personality.

eventually, hanging out with her led you to meet up with plaqueboymax, marlon, and lacy as you helped them push lacy in his wheelchair. you guys were simply exploring the grounds of streamer u.

you were messing around with the guys and your camerawoman until you hear lacy scream, “daddy, daddy!”

you look up to find the culprit, and it’s no other than adapt.

he was dressed in all black, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander, taking a subtle second to check him out.

he dabs the guys up and makes his way over to you, pulling you in for an easy side hug. your chat immediately screams what’s practically echoing in your own mind.

HE GAVE HER A HUG

he looks so fineee

w y/n and adapt

“me and y/n got something for you,” lacy says, earning a puzzled look from you since you definitely don’t recall getting him a single thing.

lacy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny hot dog keychain. “look, it’s a hot dog”

“oh my god, let’s fucking go” adapt says, dabbing him up again before nodding his head toward you.

god, he looked too good with those glasses on.

“we got you a hot dog, that means you have to give her your hot dog now” lacy announces, and you seriously wished the earth would open up a massive hole and swallow you whole.

not only was the innuendo atrocious, but howling laughter erupted from practically all of your friends. you simply muttered, “oh my gosh” grabbed the handles of lacy’s wheelchair to push him far away.

YOOO w lacy

the sponsors are not liking this one

she HIGHKEY wants him

L lacy for doing my girl dirty like that

“wait, don’t go!” lacy protests as everyone starts to walk the same way you were, though they conveniently lag a little behind.

adapt breaks into a light jog to easily catch up to your pace.

“you good?” he asks, a hint of genuine amusement and concern in his voice.

you cover your burning face with a hand, feeling the heat creep straight up to your ears. “yes, it’s just lacy trying desperately to be the clip” you say with a flustered, soft laugh.

he chuckles softly, the deep sound doing entirely too many things to your nervous system. without you even noticing, your friends have completely stopped following you, staying back by the staircase.

adapt slows his stride to match yours, glancing sideways at you with a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips. “but honestly, if you wanted my attention, you didn't have to resort to pocket sized hotdog”

your eyes widening slightly at the direct hit. “i didn't buy you the hot dog” you defend quickly, though your voice betrays you, laced with a nervous smile.

“mhm, sure” he teases, stepping just a little closer so his shoulder brushes lightly against yours. “though if we're handing out trades? what's a guy gotta do to get your attention next time?”

you try to come up with a witty comeback, but your brain completely shuts down. your chat is undoubtedly losing their minds right now since gianna is probably just zooming into yours and adapt’s convo and letting lacy take over your stream.

“wow, okay. real confident, aren’t you?” you manage to say, shaking your head while trying to keep your composure, though you most certainly aren’t.

adapt laughs, a sound that makes your stomach do a stupid little flip. you two come to a complete halt, trapping you in your own little corner away from the group.

“only for you” he says smoothly, dropping his voice lower so it feels entirely meant for you.

you cant even focus on the way he’s looking at you, let alone maintain his eye contact. so instead, you focus entirely on the way the afternoon sun hits the frames around the building.

“you’re terrible” you mutter, there’s no real bite behind it. your soft smile slipping onto your face.

“more like, persuasive” adapt counters effortlessly, slipping his hands into the pockets of his black pants.

he glances back at the staircase where plaqueboymax, marlon, and lacy and the camera crowd are huddled together, making exaggerated whispering gestures and terrible kissing faces at the two of you.

yea, that’s definitely getting clipped.

“well,” adapt says, turning to face you fully, blocking your view from your friends, just enough to keep you looking right where he wants you.

his gaze is intense, locking onto yours with a playful challenge lingering in his eyes. “class starts early tomorrow. think you can survive another round of my class or are you gonna need another coffee bribe to save you?”

you cross your arms over your chest, biting your lower lip as you look up at him. “you’ll see, professor”

“can’t wait” he murmurs with a slow, wicked grin, before finally stepping around you to rejoin the group, leaving you standing there with your heart hammering in your chest.

⟡

the internet was going crazy with yesterday’s interaction of you and adapt.

clip after clip, edit after edit.

at first, you couldn’t believe he could actually be into you. just because you didn’t know each other so well, but now, there’s a possibility that he might most definitely be into you.

day four went by quick, everyone trying to make the most out of the day. meeting everyone they hadn’t, challenges, videos, clipfarming.

unfortunately, everyone was busy. and by everyone you mean adapt, you had hardly seen him after his class. not like you had anything specific you wanted to say, but it was nice the way he was making you feel.

by the last day, everyone was packing and recording their last moments.

you had skipped your classes, very carefully not to be caught.

kai is coming after her

nah fanum is running rn

look behind you 🤣

you went to the cafeteria after all classes were done, and it was pretty packed.

you met so many new people and definitely some potential new collabs.

as you made your way through the crowd, kai cenat’s voice was heard calling your name.

you were slightly scared, thinking you got caught ditching, but he simply asked you about your experience at streamer u.

“it was so much fun! thank you so much for having us, this was definitely a ten out of ten experience. can’t wait to see what’s for next year” you say as he places his arm around you and you speak into both your and his camera.

“of course, thank you for coming and putting your best foot forward” he says, and he smiles, “now what would you think if we brought some celebrities to next year’s university?”

“oh my gosh, that would be crazy, for sure. like who though?” you ask.

“some friends, you know,” he says. “you are definitely invited too” he adds, and you can practically hear his teasing voice as he says, “if you’re going to be there, i gotta bring adapt back too, huh?”

you try to ignore his comments by smiling, but you fail and laugh a little, “no, yea, back to the celebrities though, by bringing your friends, you mean like tyla?” you tease him back, emphasizing on friends.

“alright, well it was nice having you, okay? have fun” he says as he leaves immediately, smiling and understanding the joke too.

as he walks away he says, “also you gotta stop by the police department, you were caught at the party”

you turn to your camera and put a peace sign up, “fries, bro”

after some mingling is done, gianna stays back with the camera as she talks to some of the other camera crew.

you felt suffocated in the cafeteria due to the many people and stepped outside for a second.

unfortunately for you, your peace didn’t last long because you saw adapt walking towards the cafeteria with gilly, his cameraman.

he calls out your name as the two of you walk towards each other.

“hellooo” you say as you give adapt a side hug and dap up his cameraman.

“where are you heading right now?” he asks.

“um, i don’t really know. i just needed some air, it’s pretty packed in there” you say, “maybe i’ll go to the police department, though”

“why?” he says as both of you stand in front of the camera.

“the party” you say.

“ahh, yea. also, i know you weren’t in class today. what was that about?” he says, teasing.

you smile and shrug your shoulders.

“all right, flock. guess we are going to the police department, let’s go” he says as the two of you walk together, just talking and laughing with the camera following you behind.

once you reach the police department, you hear music coming from the outside.

“kai really popping off with security” you say as you knock, not even knowing if they could hear you.

fanum opened the door, “aye” he says as he steps to the side to let the three of you in.

“we know why y’all in here, just go take your mugshot, kids” he says as he grabs the handcuffs and walks over to the wall with the fake booking process.

“wait,” adapt says as he grabs the handcuffs from fanum and puts one on your wrist and one on his.

he hands you the placard, lifting it up along with your right wrist and his left one.

you treat it as if it were a photoshoot. three pictures are snapped.

one where the two of you pretend to be sad, another one where you two are mad, and the third one was where he made a joke and you are laughing while he’s just looking at you with a soft smile.

after that, you two head back outside where everyone is at the courtyard.

you’re still with adapt and gilly when you find gianna again and pull out your phone to actually read the chat again.

NAH she left us this whole time for adapt

they gotta be dating

Y/NB

that’s not teacher behavior

you laugh at your chat, explaining where you had gone and showing them the pictures.

adapt was now a little to the side on his own stream, some of the core boys having come up to him.

THOSE ARE SO GF AND BF CODED

ask him if he’ll miss u

im manifesting them tg

he’s the one, girl

“you guys are always easy as fuck” you say, giggling. gianna laughs too, knowing she’s reading the chat right along with you.

ron and jason move from adapt’s stream to yours and you guys start to chat.

“let’s go around to ask questions” jason says as he exchanges looks with ron.

they walk over to adapt, tapping him on the shoulder. “are you going to miss your favorite student?” he says.

you smack jason’s shoulder as ron laughs loudly in the background.

“bro” you say, that familiar heat rushing right back to your cheeks.

“and who’s that supposed to be?” adapt answers, a slow grin spreading across his face because he already knew who they meant.

“ouu, you’re not the favorite” ron teases, pointing right at you.

you roll your eyes, trying to look unfazed, but your smile gives you away completely.

adapt looks past jason and ron straight at you, his eyes locking onto yours as he steps a little closer.

CHAT ARE WE SEEING THIS!?!

my boy is STARING

SJHES SO STRONG

wait she’s actually blushing help

“i don’t have favorites, obviously, ” adapt says smoothly, his gaze never leaving your face, “but i guess i can make an exception”

your jaw drops slightly, your face burning hot as your chat goes completely crazy, spamming in all caps.

“oh, my god, you’re insufferable” you laugh, covering your hot face with your hands for a second before peeking through your fingers at him.

adapt just chuckles, stepping even closer so he’s right in your camera frame, lowering his voice just enough to tease you. “you can stick around after stream to argue about it, then”

the chat loses its absolute mind and even ron and jason start hollering in the background, completely satisfied with the chaos they just caused.

⟡

streamer university was over. and althought you made some really sweet memories, you were glad to be at the comfort of your own bed.

while reposting some videos on tiktok from your phone, you got a notification that made your heart drop a little.

thefazeadapt tagged you in a post.

you tap it instantly, scrolling through the photo dump. few selfies and pics where he somehow looks impossibly good, some group shots with the guys, and then you swipe to the very last slide.

it’s the photo of the two of you at the police department. the one where you’re laughing after his joke while he just looks at you, smiling.

the caption said, “if anyone knows anything about something (or abt her) lmk after class🫡”

your heart stutters for a second, that familiar, annoying pull in your chest snapping right back into place.

you bite your lip, thumb hovering over the comment section to type out a reply, when your phone buzzes against the mattress.

a text from an unsaved number flashes across the top of your screen, though you already know exactly who it belongs to.

adapt x fem!reader

when you first moved to la, you dreamed of yourself lounging by the beach the moment you smelled the salty breeze.

luckily, life worked out in your favor.

it worked out so well that you were lounging by the beach by none other than adapt, your boyfriend who happens to be famous and unfairly sexy.

having a famous boyfriend meant it was rowdy half the time in public with many fans of his coming up asking for photos and videos while you tried your best to hide from the camera due to the both of you wanting to be private and not plaster your face everywhere.

so today, it was quite surprising when no one came up to him. the beach actually seemed quiet like it was intended to be for once.

“babe, can u put sunscreen on my back? i think it’s starting to burn.” adapt spoke up, peeking up from his comic to look at you before side eyeing his back that was still a little white but was about to bloom with red.

“sure baby.” you obliged happily, grabbing the bottle as you lathered the cold cream onto your boyfriends back, unaware of a camera secretly on the two of you.

at the worst moment, a fan decided to record the interaction between the two of you, but what was even worst though is that the video stopped as soon as adapt gave you a kiss as a thank you.

you guys had no idea whatsoever of the interaction until you were driving back home, the clip going viral as fans already did their deep dive on you.

it wasn’t long before the new followers and many notifications came rolling in, teasing and asking questions to confirm about the relationship. it was overwhelming, but you both agreed to stay quiet, hoping it would die down.

sadly, to say the least, it didn’t, according to the comments on your instagram post the day after:

yourdesiredusername

liked by thefazeadapt, user00, user31, and others

; just call if u need assistance on getting wet ;)

comments '

user00 - yo adapt we all know you wanna comment😭

user45 - can’t wait to see chat spamming this on stream

user78 - we ALL know adapt is cheesing to that caption

> user89 - we ALL know he called right away💀

user35 - did adapt take the first pic after you helped him?👀

yeah, fans weren’t going to let this go.

later that week, adapt finally decided to stream. he already knew what to expect, of course he did, it wasn’t the first time the flock had teased him about a situation regarding his love life.

“yo, what’s up flock, long time no see!” adapt greeted the camera as he adjusted his position in his chair, already seeing the trolling and teasing comments come in about the video, telling him to address it and asking who you were.

- ARE WE PLANNING TO ADDRESS THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM OR?😭

- SUNSCREEN WITH THE FIVE GIFTED

- CEO DADDY STILL GOT GAME😳✌️

- I SAW HER IG SHE LOWK BAD CHAT👀

a cheeky grin appeared on his face as he looked at how fast chat was moving, shaking his head in disbelief. “alright chat i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he played coy, switching the topic immediately “let’s just react to some stuff.”

he clicked on one of the links that was getting spam in chat, not knowing it would happen to be the video of the two of you.

his ears turned an embarrassed red as he laughed awkwardly, trying to aim the cursor steady in order to close the tab. but, it wasn’t no used as the video played out up until the moment of the kiss.

of course, chat went crazy again.

- YOU CANT DENY THAT BRO

- NOT HIM CHEESING HARD

- ADAPT ITS OKAY WE KNOW THATS YOUR BALL😭✌️

adapt being adapt, he doubled down, denying the allegations once again. “chat that clearly isn’t me bro, i havent even been to the beach since like two weeks ago, it’s ai.” he stumbled over his words, the rosy tint to him gave him away easily as he closed the tab.

the rest of the stream went smooth despite the circumstances he was in.. well that was until ron and jason came knocking at his door, yelling at him to open up.

“uhh yeah production let them in i guess.” he said, getting up from his chair as he walked over to the door, seeing jason stumble in as ron follows with laiys behind with the camera.

“ceo daddyyy” jason teases as adapt rolls his eyes at the common nickname. ron laughs as he motions laiys to stand besides them, ensuring they were all in frame.

“alright, alright what do the two of you want.” adapt said, stepping back as he noticed jason and ron share knowingly glances between each other before turning back to him.

“sunscreen with the five gifted!” they both shouted in unison, causing laiys to snicker behind the camera. they continued to shout the teasing sentence at him, making his face turn all rosy once again.

“i have no clue what that means.” adapt tried hiding the embarrassed smile that was slowly creeping up on his face.

“sure you do! did you call yet daddy?” ron trolls, referring to the instagram caption of your latest post that adapt, was of course seen liking.

“yeah, get out.” he tried pushing them out, but ron was quick with it, grabbing the collar of his beater and tearing it down, causing the shirt to fall off adapts body. he immediately turned around, not realizing what was on his back until jason pointed it out.

“YOO WHAT IS THAT?” he signaled laiys to get closer, pointing to adapts upper back where it seemed to be sunburnt. though the burnt was in an unusual shape. an unusual shape that looked like your initial.

adapt immediately turned around again now facing them as he realized what it was. “it’s nothing! i just got sunburnt there!”

jason shook his head as ron laughed uncontrollably. “nahhh, you have someone’s initial on your back.” jason teased as laiys tried to get back behind adapt but he was quick to move away.

“theres literally not, you three need to leave before you give the wrong ideas to chat.” he said, finally being able to push them out as he sighed out of relief. he turned to the tv with the live chat, and as always, they were loosing their minds.

- NAHHH ADAPT DOWN BAD FOR THAT

- SUNSCREEN AND SUNBURNT WITH THE 5 GIFTED

- SHES MARKING HER TERRITORY

- YK HE BE LOOKING AT THAT MARK EVERY NIGHT😭

- IS IT AI NOW?

he sighed, shaking his head as he grabbed another shirt, slipping it on. “you guys are so dumb.”

leia speaks ; back from hiatus, & testing the waters with this fic..

adapt (alex) x reader, word count: 505

author’s note: first adapt fic! sorry if it’s a little corny, i’m definitely open to writing for more streamerss if anyones interested, enjoy <3

boyfriend!adapt who always hugs you before either of you leaves.

it starts as a quick “bye,” but somehow always turns into one of those hugs where neither of you lets go right away. he’ll rest his chin on your head for a second before quietly saying, “okay… now you can go.”

boyfriend!adapt who never thinks quality time has to be anything fancy.

you’ll spend hours together doing completely different things, you watching tiktoks while he’s editing, one of you talking while the other listens,and somehow those end up being your favorite days.

boyfriend!adapt who remembers every little thing you say without making a big deal about it.

weeks after you mention a restaurant you’ve wanted to try or a snack you couldn’t find, he’ll randomly pull into the parking lot or hand it to you like it wasn’t something he’d been thinking about.

boyfriend!adapt who teases you nonstop because getting a reaction out of you is one of his favorite things.

he’ll grin when you roll your eyes, laugh when you shove his shoulder, and then pull you back into his side before you can pretend you’re actually annoyed.

boyfriend!adapt who leaves hoodies at your house “by accident.”

every time you ask if he wants it back, he shrugs and says, “nah, keep it,” even though it was never an accident in the first place.

boyfriend!adapt who always notices when something feels off.

you don’t even have to tell him you’re having a bad day, he can hear it in your voice or see it on your face. instead of pushing you to talk, he’ll sit beside you, hand you your favorite drink, and wait until you’re ready.

boyfriend!adapt who loves late-night drives because they’re the only time neither of you feels rushed.

the music stays low, one hand stays on the wheel while the other finds yours, and conversations somehow drift from the dumbest topics to things you’ve never told anyone else.

boyfriend!adapt who always makes sure you’re included.

if he’s gaming with friends, he’ll still check on you every so often. if everyone’s hanging out, he’s naturally pulling you into conversations instead of accidentally leaving you on the sidelines.

boyfriend!adapt who has a camera roll full of pictures you never knew he took.

blurry ones of you laughing, staring out the car window, fixing your hair in the passenger seat, or looking down at your food. when you ask why he took them, he just says, “because you looked cute.”

boyfriend!adapt who reaches for your hand without realizing he’s doing it.

it happens crossing streets, waiting in line, walking through stores, literally everywhere until one day you notice you don’t even think about it anymore either.

boyfriend!adapt who always texts you after you get home.

not because he has to, but because knowing you made it back safely gives him peace of mind. sometimes it’s just, “home?” and the conversation somehow turns into another hour of talking before either of you goes to bed.

boyfriend!adapt who never makes your relationship feel like something you have to compete for.

even when work gets busy, he’ll make time to call, stop by for an hour, or bring you food just because he missed you. somehow, even on his busiest days, you never question whether you’re important to him.

Summary: while you are way for the first World Cup game with arky! Some “rumors“ start to spread about adapt!

Parring: FaZeAdapt x twitch!streamer!reader

Note: sorry not sorry for the cliffhanger,🤭 I know I said last chapter it would be the last but this one deadass just came to me, I haven’t posted anything for the faze guys so hopefully this makes up for it!! but hope yall like this chapter!! Sorry for any mistakes!

please imagine yourself or whoever you want in these pictures! A comment/reblog is always appreciated!

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summary: months after breaking up, you run into alex at jason’s birthday party. seeing him with tara brings back feelings you thought you’d moved past

the invitation to jason’s second birthday came about two weeks before the party.

you almost didn’t go.

not because you didn’t want to see jason. you loved jason and you’d known him long enough that not showing up would’ve felt weird, especially when he’d specifically invited you and your friends.

the only problem was alex. or, as everyone online knew him, adapt.

you and alex had been broken up for a couple months now.

it hadn’t ended badly. neither of you had cheated, there was no huge fight, no betrayal that made it easy to hate each other.

you’d just gotten tired.

and he’d gotten busy. you’d gotten busy. little things started turning into arguments, arguments turned into distance, and eventually you both reached the point where neither of you knew how to fix it anymore.

looking back, you honestly thought you probably could’ve. but you didn’t.

and after a couple months, you’d gotten used to not having him around.

at least, that was what you kept telling yourself as you stood in front of the mirror, fixing your hair while maru sat on the edge of your bed.

“you’re thinking too much.” she said, leaning back on her hands.

you looked at her through the mirror, pretending to be confused. “i’m literally not. i’m just getting ready.”

“you’ve changed your outfit three times.”

“maybe because i didn’t like the other ones.” you said, reaching for your purse from the dresser. “that doesn’t mean i’m thinking about anything.”

maru gave you a knowing look. “mhm. whatever you have to tell yourself.”

you rolled your eyes and grabbed your purse, checking your reflection one last time before turning around. “i’m going to have fun tonight. that’s literally all i care about.”

“i know you are.” she said, standing up from the bed. “i just think you’re making this into a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

“i’m not making anything into a big deal.” you insisted. “and if alex is there, i don’t care. we’ve been broken up for months.”

maru smiled, clearly trying not to laugh. “i didn’t say anything about alex.”

“your face did.”

she laughed as she grabbed her own things. “okay, fine. maybe my face did, but you’re the one who brought him up.”

“because i already know what you’re thinking.”

“and what am i thinking?”

“that i’m going to see him and suddenly lose my mind.”

“i wasn’t going to say that.” she said, opening the door. “but now that you mention it, i’m definitely thinking it.”

you shook your head, laughing despite yourself as you followed her out. “you’re annoying.”

“and you’re taking forever. come on. devin’s already asking where we are.”

the two of you left together, and by the time you met up with devin and nick and were on the way to jason’s, you had mostly managed to convince yourself that you were right.

you were going to have fun.

alex was going to be there, but that didn’t mean anything. you had moved on.

when you arrived at jason’s house, the party was already in full swing.

music was playing throughout the house, people were packed into the living room and kitchen, and there were cameras moving around everywhere as people filmed clips and interacted with one another. the energy was loud, and almost immediately, the nervous feeling you’d had on the drive over started to disappear.

you walked in with maru, devin, and nick, staying close to them as you looked around the crowded room.

“this place is already packed.” devin said, looking around.

“i know.” maru replied, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “i told you we should’ve gotten here earlier.”

“and i told you we weren’t getting here earlier.” he retorted.

you laughed, shaking your head as the four of you made your way farther into the house. you hadn’t even made it very far before jason spotted you.

his face immediately lit up as he walked over, looking between all four of you.

“yo, what’s up? hi, guys.” he said, pulling devin into a quick hug before greeting nick and maru. “i’m glad you guys made it.”

“happy birthday man.” nick said, giving him a quick pat on the shoulder.

“thank you, bro.” jason’s attention eventually landed on you, and his expression shifted into a genuine smile.

“hey.” he said, pulling you into a hug. “long time no see.”

you laughed softly as you hugged him back. “yeah, it’s been a minute.”

“seriously.” he said as he pulled away, looking at you for a second. “i didn’t think you were actually gonna come.”

you raised an eyebrow, pretending not to understand what he meant. “why wouldn’t i?”

jason shrugged, a small smile still on his face. “i don’t know. i just didn’t.”

you laughed and shook your head. “well, i’m here.”

“i see that.” he said, grinning. “i’m glad you came, though. it’s good seeing you.”

“it’s good seeing you too. happy birthday.”

“thank you.” someone called jason from across the room, and he glanced over his shoulder before looking back at all of you.

“i gotta go deal with something, but i’ll come find you guys later.”

“go.” maru said, waving him off. “it’s your birthday. jason laughed before disappearing back into the crowd.

once he disappeared back into the crowd, you turned your attention toward your friends again, trying to push the interaction out of your mind before you could start overthinking it.

for the next hour or so, everything actually felt normal. you stayed close to maru, devin, and nick, bouncing between conversations and laughing over things that probably wouldn’t even make sense the next morning. you took pictures together, stole some of devin’s food when he wasn’t paying attention, and ended up arguing with nick over something completely stupid that neither of you actually cared about.

the more time passed, the less you thought about alex.

you started to relax, letting yourself get caught up in the party instead of worrying about who else was there. the music was loud, everyone seemed to be in a good mood, and you were actually having fun without thinking about the fact that your ex was somewhere in the same house.

then, while maru was in the middle of telling you a story, your attention drifted toward the other side of the room.

and you saw him.

alex was standing near the kitchen, talking to a few people with a drink in his hand. you hadn’t seen him properly in months, and for a second, everything around you seemed to become slightly quieter.

you had seen him online since the breakup. you’d come across his streams, clips, pictures, and random posts that occasionally found their way onto your feed. sometimes you’d watch them longer than you meant to, while other times you’d scroll away almost immediately because you didn’t want to give yourself a reason to think about him.

but none of that prepared you for actually seeing him standing in the same room.

he looked familiar in a way that made your chest tighten.

the way he stood, the way he laughed, the way he moved his hands when he talked. little things you’d forgotten you remembered seemed to come back all at once, and before you could stop yourself, you found yourself staring.

maru noticed.

you could tell by the slight pause in her story and the way her eyes flickered briefly in the direction you were looking.

but she didn’t say anything.

she didn’t tease you, didn’t ask if you were okay, and didn’t make some obvious comment about alex being there. she simply continued her story as if she hadn’t noticed you zoning out at all.

you were grateful for that.

you forced your attention back to her, giving a small laugh at something she’d said even though you’d completely missed the last part of the story.

“sorry, what did you say?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

maru looked at you for half a second, clearly knowing you hadn’t been listening, but instead of calling you out, she just repeated herself.

“i said devin was literally about to fall asleep standing up earlier.”

you glanced toward devin, who was busy talking to nick and completely unaware that he was being discussed.

“of course he did, he’s such a grandpa.” you said, finally letting yourself laugh.

“i know.” maru replied, continuing the conversation without making you explain yourself.

you looked down at your drink for a moment, taking a small sip before letting your eyes wander around the room again.

you told yourself you weren’t looking for alex. you were just looking.

but when your eyes found him again, you quickly turned back toward maru before she could notice a second time.

you managed to get through the first part of the night without letting yourself think too much about alex. you knew he was there somewhere, but the house was crowded enough that you could go a while without seeing him, and honestly, that made it easier.

eventually, you ended up in the kitchen with a drink in your hand, talking to lacy and ron.

“i haven’t seen you in forever.” lacy said giving you a respectful, side hug. “how have you been?”

“good, honestly. i’ve just been doing my own thing.”

ron leaned against the counter beside him, smiling as he listened. “that’s what everyone says when they’ve actually been busy.”

you laughed. “i have been busy. i’ve just been trying to stay out of everybody’s business.”

“that’s hard to do around here.” lacy said, looking around the crowded kitchen. “there’s always some fucking drama going on.”

you stayed there with them for a while, talking over the music and laughing about old stories. it was easy, familiar, and exactly what you’d wanted from the night.

then, while ron was talking, your attention drifted past him.

alex was standing on the other side of the kitchen. and tara was with him.

you didn’t mean to stare, but you watched for a second before forcing yourself to look back at lacy.

there wasn’t anything going on. they were just talking.

still, seeing them together in person felt different than seeing a random clip online.

especially because you’d started noticing them more over the last few weeks.

it wasn’t like you were searching for them or keeping up with whatever they were doing, but their collabs had become hard to miss. you’d seen clips of them together popping up on your feed, little moments from streams that people would repost, and then the edits started getting more obvious.

people were shipping them.

there were compilations of their interactions, edits making their conversations look more romantic than they probably were, comments talking about how good they looked together, and even jokes about how they were definitely together privately.

you’d never thought much of it at the time. at least, you tried not to.

you’d usually scroll past and tell yourself it was just the internet doing what it always did, pitting two people of the opposite sex into a whole epic romance.

but now you were standing in the same room watching them laugh together, and suddenly all those little clips felt a lot less harmless.

you looked down at your drink and took another sip.

you reminded yourself that alex wasn’t your boyfriend anymore. he was allowed to have friends. he was allowed to collab with whoever he wanted. and he was sure as hell was allowed to be close with another girl without it having anything to do with you.

you knew all of that.

you just didn’t particularly like having to remind yourself.

you turned your attention back toward lacy and forced yourself into the conversation again, laughing when he finished his story.

“wait, no, because you would’ve done the exact same thing.” you said, nudging him.

“i absolutely would not.”

“you absolutely would.”

ron laughed between the two of you, and for a few minutes, you actually forgot about what you’d seen.

then you glanced over again and they were still together.

this time, she said something that made him laugh, and you immediately looked away.

you finished your drink without even realizing you’d been doing it. once the cup was empty, you set it down and reached for another.

you weren’t drinking because you were upset.

you were at a party. you were having fun. you were allowed to drink.

and if drinking made it a little easier to stop thinking about who alex was talking to, then there wasn’t exactly anything wrong with that.

you took another sip and turned back toward lacy and ron, letting yourself get pulled back into their conversation. for the next few minutes, you focused on them instead.

you just laughed and acted like you hadn’t just spent the last five minutes reminding yourself that your ex was allowed to move on.

as the party continued, you tried to let yourself enjoy it.

you found your way back over to maru, devin, and nick, who were by the entrance of the living room. maru immediately looked you over when you walked up, like she was trying to figure out how long you’d actually been gone.

“there you are.” she said, nudging your arm. “we thought you dipped

“i was in the kitchen.”

nick looked at you for a second before glancing at the drink in your hand. “how much have you had?”

you looked down at it, then back at him. “i don’t know.”

“that’s not a good answer.”

“i’m fine.”

devin laughed and shook his head. “that’s exactly what someone who isn’t fine would say.”

you rolled your eyes, but you smiled anyway. “can you guys just let me have fun?”

“that’s what we’re trying to do.” maru said, linking her arm through yours. “come on, we’re going to dance.”

you let her pull you toward the living room, deciding that maybe this was exactly what you needed. if you stayed around your friends, kept talking, kept laughing, and kept yourself busy, eventually you’d stop thinking about alex.

you danced with maru when one of your favorite songs came on, laughed when nick nearly spilled his drink all over himself, and took pictures with devin that you already knew were probably going to end up in someone’s photo dump. they kept you involved and made a point of keeping you laughing whenever you started getting quiet.

you appreciated it more than you let them know. the problem was that you were already drinking more than you normally would.

you’d started drinking before you even came back from the kitchen because you were trying to make yourself stop thinking about alex, and now that you were back with everyone, you kept reaching for another drink whenever your thoughts started catching up with you.

“slow down.” maru said at one point, gently taking your cup from you before you could take another sip.

you immediately reached for it. “give it back.”

“you’ve had enough.”

“i’m not drunk.”

“i didn’t say you were.”

“then give it back.”

she stared at you for a moment before handing it over with a sigh. “fine, but i’m watching you.”

you smiled like you’d won and took another sip.

the alcohol was slowly making everything feel less serious.

you were warmer, more relaxed, and less interested in filtering what you said, but it wasn’t actually making the jealousy go away. if anything, it was making it harder to ignore.

every time you looked across the room, you seemed to find alex again.

and, more often than not, tara was somewhere nearby.

sometimes they were talking. sometimes they were standing beside each other while other people talked around them.

you kept telling yourself there was nothing to it, but the more you’d been drinking, the harder it was to convince yourself.

at one point, tara leaned closer to say something over the music, and alex bent down so he could hear her.

you watched them for a second before looking away, your expression falling without you even realizing it.

“i hate this.” you muttered.

maru, who had been standing beside you, heard you clearly. “then stop watching them.”

“i’m trying.”

“you’re not trying very hard.”

you gave her an annoyed look, but there wasn’t much fight behind it anymore. “i just don’t understand why i care.”

maru’s expression softened when she saw how genuinely upset you looked.

“because you were with him for a long time.”

you looked down at your cup, turning it slowly between your fingers. “we’re not together anymore.”

“i know.”

“so i really shouldn’t care.”

“that’s not really how feelings work.”

you swallowed, trying to keep your expression neutral. “i know.”

maru squeezed your arm. “you don’t have to pretend you’re completely over it just because you broke up.”

you looked at her for a moment, your eyes starting to sting from a mixture of alcohol and emotions you were trying very hard not to acknowledge.

“i don’t want to be jealous.”

“then don’t be.”

you laughed quietly. “that’s not how it works either.”

“i know.” she said, smiling softly. “but try not to let it ruin your night.”

you nodded, even though you weren’t sure you could promise that.

to distract you, devin suddenly stepped between the two of you with nick behind him.

“we’re taking pictures.” devin announced. “you’re coming.”

you groaned. “right now?”

“yes, right now.”

“i don’t want pictures.”

“too bad.”

nick grabbed your shoulder and pulled you into the group before you could argue. “just smile and pretend you’re having the best night ever.”

you laughed despite yourself. “i am having a good night.”

“that’s better.”

you let yourself get pulled into the conversation again, and for a few minutes, you actually forgot.

until you looked toward the other side of the room. alex was already looking at you. your smile slowly faded.

everything around you seemed to blur into the background as your eyes met from across the room.

he didn’t immediately look away. neither did you.

there was something different about the way he was looking at you now. it wasn’t casual, and it wasn’t the same look he’d given you earlier in the night. he seemed completely distracted by you, like he’d forgotten about everyone around him.

you couldn’t hear what anyone was saying anymore.

you just stood there staring at each other. then tara said something beside him.

alex didn’t respond. she said it again, this time touching his arm lightly to get his attention.

he finally blinked and looked toward her.

she said something else, and he turned away from you to answer her. the moment broke.

you looked down, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you’d been standing there staring at him.

“you okay?” devin asked.

you nodded quickly. “yeah. i’m fine.”

maru looked between you and alex before looking back at you. “maybe you should get some air.”

you nodded, already feeling the emotions you’d been trying to suppress start to catch up with you.

“yea ill be right back.” you said.

maru looked at you immediately. “do you want me to come with you?”

“no. i’ll be quick.”

she hesitated, clearly not loving the idea of you going outside alone, especially after watching how much you’d been drinking.

“okay.” she finally said. “but don’t disappear.”

you gave her a small smile. “i won’t.”

you slipped through the back door before anyone could stop you, leaving the music and the crowded room behind.

the cool air hit your face as soon as you stepped outside, and you immediately took a deep breath, hoping it would clear your head. you walked farther from the back door before leaning against the railing, looking down at the drink in your hand.

you knew you were jealous and at this point there was no point pretending otherwise.

you’d spent most of the night watching alex and tara together, telling yourself you didn’t care every time you caught them talking. then you’d take another drink, turn back toward your friends, and somehow end up looking at them again a few minutes later.

it was embarrassing.

especially because you knew you didn’t have a right to be jealous.

you and alex had been broken up for months.

the back door opened behind you, and you heard footsteps before turning around. alex stopped when he saw you.

“oh, i didn’t know you were out here,” he said, glancing toward the house. “i just came outside because it’s getting too loud in there.”

“yeah.” you muttered. “i needed air too.”

he nodded and stayed a few feet away from you, leaning against the railing.

for a moment, neither of you said anything. then he looked over.

“you okay?”

“i’m fine.”

his eyes moved to your drink. “you’ve had a lot tonight.”

“i know.”

“i’m not judging you.”

“i didn’t say you were.”

he nodded, but then he went quiet again.

you waited but he didn’t say anything. you looked at him, already annoyed.

“are you seriously not going to say anything?”

alex frowned. “about what?”

“i don’t know. anything.”

“you’re drunk.”

you scoffed. “so?”

“so i’m not trying to have some huge conversation with you when you’ve been drinking.”

you scoffed, looking away. “right. you can talk to tara all night, though.”

alex’s eyebrows pulled together. “what?”

you shrugged like you hadn’t just admitted exactly what had been bothering you all night. “nothing.”

“no, what did you just say?”

“i said you can talk to tara all night.”

he stared at you for a second, clearly trying to figure out where that had come from. “what does tara have to do with anything?”

you laughed under your breath, looking down at your cup.

“nothing. forget it.”

“no, seriously. why are you bringing her up?”

you shook your head, taking another sip even though you knew you probably shouldn’t.

“because you’ve been with her all night.” you finally said, the words coming out more bitter than you intended. “every time i look over, she’s there. you two are talking, laughing, standing together, and i’m just supposed to sit there and pretend i don’t notice.”

alex looked at you for a moment, then glanced back toward the house.

“i didn’t realize you were paying that much attention.”

“well, i was.”

“why?”

you gave him an annoyed look. “i don’t know, alex. maybe because i can still see you from across the room?”

“that’s not what i meant.”

“i know what you meant.”

he was quiet again, and that silence only made you more irritated.

“see, you’re doing it again.” you said, pushing yourself away from the railing slightly. “you ask me why, and then you don’t say anything when i actually tell you.”

“because you’re drunk.”

“i know i’m drunk.”

“then you know why i’m not saying much.”

“because you think i’m going to regret it tomorrow?”

“because i don’t want you saying something because you’re emotional right now and then feeling like i took advantage of that.”

you stared at him, your frustration slowly turning into something more emotional. “but what if i mean it?”

alex didn’t answer immediately.

“what if i mean everything i’m saying?” you continued. “what if i’m just drunk enough to actually say it out loud?”

he looked at you carefully.

“then we can talk about it tomorrow.”

you scoffed and looked away. “that’s so easy for you to say.”

“what do you want me to say tonight?”

“anything.” you said, turning back toward him. “just say something that isn’t ‘you’re drunk’ or ‘we’ll talk tomorrow.’”

alex sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “i don’t know what you want from me.”

“i don’t know either.” you admitted, your voice cracking slightly. “that’s the problem.”

you looked down at your cup, blinking a few times before continuing. “i just know that i hated seeing you with her.”

alex’s expression softened.

“i know tara and i were talking a lot tonight, but there’s nothing going on between us.”

“i know.”

“then why does it bother you so much?”

you stared at him for a few seconds, almost offended that he was actually making you say it out loud when you both already knew the answer. “you know why, alex.”

he held your gaze, but he didn’t say anything.

you shook your head and looked away, taking another sip from your drink before continuing. “don’t make me sit here and explain it to you like you don’t already know. you know exactly why it bothers me.”

“i want to hear you say it.”

you let out a frustrated laugh. “of course you do.”

“i’m not trying to make you upset.”

“well, you’re doing a shitty job.”

alex looked at you for a moment, his expression softening when he realized how genuinely upset you were.

“i’m not trying to make you upset.” he said again, quieter this time. “i just don’t want to put words in your mouth.”

“I get that but you know why i’m jealous. you know why i keep looking at you. you know why seeing you with her has been pissing me off all night.”you replied, your voice getting sharper.

alex stayed quiet, and somehow that made you even more frustrated.

“say something.” you muttered, wiping underneath your eye before the tears could fall. “you’re making me look fucking stupid.”

“you don’t look stupid.” alex said quietly.

“it feels like i am.”

your voice cracked, and you looked away, embarrassed by how quickly everything was getting to you.

“i shouldn’t even care this much.” you continued. “we’re not together. you can talk to tara, you can like someone else, you can do whatever you want. i know that. i just hate that it hurts me anyway.”

alex’s expression softened as he watched you, clearly bothered by seeing you this upset.

“i don’t want you hurting over me.” he said.

“well, i am.”

“i know.”

“and you’re just standing there.” you tried to say before he cut you off.

“because i don’t want to say something tonight that you might not mean tomorrow.”

you looked at him, tears finally slipping down your cheek. “but what if i do mean it?”

alex took a small step closer, his voice staying gentle.

“then you can tell me tomorrow.”

you shook your head, frustrated. “why can’t you just tell me what you feel right now?”

“because you’re drunk, and i care about you too much to have this conversation like this.”

you stared at him, hurt by the answer even though you knew he was trying to do the right thing. “so you don’t want to talk to me.”

“that’s not what i’m saying.”

“it feels like it.”

“i do want to talk to you.” he said, his voice firmer this time. “i just want you sober when we do it. i want you to remember what you said, and i want to know that you meant it because you actually feel that way, not because tonight got to you.”

you looked down, quietly wiping your face. “i hate you right now.”

alex gave a sad little smile. “i know.”

“no, you don’t.”

“maybe not.” he admitted. “but i know this is hurting you, and i don’t like seeing you like this.”

you swallowed, trying to steady yourself.

“i still care about you.” you finally whispered. “and i hate that i do.”

alex’s face softened, but he didn’t try to turn it into anything more. “then tell me again tomorrow.”

you looked at him through your tears.

“and if i still feel the same?”

“then we’ll talk about it.”

the back door opened behind you before you could respond, and maru stepped outside, immediately noticing your face.

“there you are,” she said, her voice softening when she saw you. “come on, let’s get you some water.”

you nodded, wiping your cheeks before looking back at alex one last time.

he didn’t say anything.

he just looked at you with that same expression he’d had all night, like he wanted to say more but knew better. and somehow, that hurt even more.

by the time you got home, the night was mostly a blur. you barely remembered getting into bed before passing out, but the second you woke up, everything came rushing back.

the conversation with alex. tara. the jealousy. and everything you’d admitted.

you groaned, reaching for your phone. there were messages from maru and the group chat, but one name immediately caught your attention.

alex.

you opened the chat.

alex: you make it home okay?

you: yeah. i’m just really hungover.

a moment later, another message came through.

alex: do you remember everything from last night?

you sighed.

you: unfortunately, yeah.

alex: even what you said outside?

you: yeah. i remember.

there was a pause before he replied.

alex: okay. i just didn’t want to push you last night. you were drunk and already pretty sad, and i didn’t want to overwhelm you or make you say something you weren’t ready to say.

you stared at the screen, remembering how frustrated you’d been with him for barely responding.

you: i thought you just didn’t want to talk to me.

alex: no. i wanted to. i just didn’t think it was fair to have that conversation while you were drunk.

you swallowed.

you: i still meant what i said.

the typing bubble appeared.

alex: i know. and i still care about you too.

you stared at the message, your heart sinking a little.

you: then what about tara?

alex: we’re friends. that’s all.

you nodded to yourself before typing.

you: i was just jealous.

alex: i could tell.

you smiled faintly despite yourself. then another message appeared.

alex: can we talk about all of this in person?

you stared at it for a moment.

you: why?

alex: because i don’t want to have this conversation over text. i think we both deserve to actually talk about what happened between us.

you looked at the screen, your heart beating a little faster.

you: okay.

alex: i’ll text you later and we’ll figure something out.

you set your phone down, staring at the ceiling.

summary : you and alex had been privately dating for a few months, you guys rarely go out trying to avoid the public, so usually your dates consist of movie nights, cooking together, anything inside. but when the core is planning their trip to paris he asks you to come. your guys first romantic trip together

warnings: making out, private but not secret relationship. PLOT AND SMUT - p in v, oral (f receiving) praise. (anything else?)

The group chat had been blowing up all morning about the Paris trip. Flights, hotels, content ideas, the usual chaos. You were half-listening while scrolling through your phone when Alex’s name lit up your screen in a private message.

Alex 🤍

come with me

You stared at it for a second before typing back.

you

isn’t it like a core thing?

Three dots appeared almost instantly.

baby i’m asking you to come with me

Your stomach flipped. You glanced up from the couch. Alex was across the room, legs kicked up on the coffee table, phone in hand, looking completely casual. Like he hadn’t just said that.

really? you typed.

He laughed under his breath, the sound low enough that only you caught it.

yes.

You bit the inside of your cheek, fighting the smile.

i guess

He looked over at you then, eyes soft for half a second before he went back to pretending to care about whatever Ron was yelling about. back upstairs you waited for adapt to stop streaming, eventually he made his way up to his room where you had been laying in his bed.

you hear the door click and instantly look up. “i’m pretty sure if i get seen at paris with you everyone is going to put two and two together,” you say as he walked over.

“mhm,” he got onto the bed fully putting his body weight on top of you.

“Alex,” you groan.

“It will be fun,” he whispered.

“you are too fat,” you try pushing him off.

“excuse me?” he sat up to look at you, you lean up and quickly kissed him, “nice try,”

instantly he leans down to your stomach tickling you.

“wait!! im sorry!!” you cry out laughing.

—

The airport was a different story.

Crowds, cameras, people who recognized the Core from a mile away. You walked a little behind the group on purpose, backpack strap tight in your hand. Alex stayed close enough that his shoulder brushed yours every few steps. Nothing obvious. Just enough that you felt it.

When the line slowed, his fingers found the back of your hoodie, a quiet tug, a silent I’m right here. You didn’t look at him. You didn’t need to.

Ron, of course, noticed everything.

He fell into step beside you with that shit-eating grin, phone already half-raised.

“Aww look at her trying to act normal,” he stage-whispered. “She’s so in love it’s embarrassing.”

“Ron—”

He angled the camera toward your face like he was about to hit record. “Say hi to the internet, secret girlfriend.”

You lunged for the phone. “Ron if you post that I swear—”

He cackled and spun away, already showing Jason the almost-footage. Jason just shook his head, but he was smiling. Marlon didn’t even look up from his own phone, though the corner of his mouth twitched.

Alex’s hand settled on the small of your back for one second—warm, steady, gone before anyone who wasn’t looking could catch it.

“Ignore him,” he murmured near your ear. “He’s just jealous no one wants to sit next to him on the plane.”

You huffed, but the tension in your shoulders eased.

“I always ignore him,” you glance over at Ron and Laiyse.

The plane was quieter, a lot quieter.

Most of the cabin lights were dimmed. Ron and Jason were a few rows up, already half-asleep with hoodies pulled over their faces. Marlon had noise-cancelling headphones on and a laptop open. The rest of the world felt far away.

You had the window seat. Alex took the middle without asking.

Somewhere over the Atlantic the turbulence smoothed out and the cabin grew still. You shifted, tired, and he lifted his arm without a word. You curled into his side, head on his chest, one of his hands settling in your hair like it belonged there.

His heartbeat was steady under your ear.

“You good?” he asked quietly.

You nodded against him. “Thanks for bringing me,” you whisper to him.

“Anytime baby,” he smiled softly pressing a kiss to your head.

His fingers kept moving slowly through your hair. Outside the window the sky was black and endless. Inside, it was just the two of you and the low hum of the engines.

No cameras. No teasing. Just the quiet weight of his arm around you and the soft press of his lips against the top of your head when he thought you were already asleep.

You weren’t.

But you stayed still anyway, smiling into his hoodie, and let yourself believe for a little while that the rest of the world didn’t exist.

—

The hotel lobby was all glass and soft lighting, the kind of place that made even the Core look slightly out of place in their hoodies and sneakers. Bags were dropped, room keys handed out, and the usual chaos of deciding who was sharing with who started up.

Ron stretched his arms over his head with a dramatic groan. “I need an hour. At least. Don’t knock, don’t text, don’t exist near my door. I’m dead.”

Jason snorted. “You’ll be live-streaming in twenty minutes.”

“Fuck off.” Ron was already walking toward the elevators, waving a hand without looking back. “One hour. Minimum.”

You and Alex exchanged a look. Quick. Quiet. The kind of look that said the same thing at the same time.

Win.

Marlon was already scrolling through something on his phone, half-listening. Jason just smirked like he knew exactly what the sudden silence between you two meant, but he didn’t say anything. He just grabbed his own keycard and followed Ron.

Alex’s fingers brushed the back of your hand as you both turned toward the elevators.

Your room was on a higher floor, quieter, the hallway thick with that expensive-hotel hush. The second the door clicked shut behind you, the air changed.

Alex dropped his bag without looking where it landed. Then he was on you—hands under your thighs, lifting you like you weighed nothing. You barely had time to laugh before he tossed you onto the bed. The mattress dipped hard under you, and then he was climbing over you, knees bracketing your hips, one hand already braced beside your head.

He kissed you like he’d been waiting the entire flight to do it.

Deep. Hungry. No teasing, no holding back. His mouth moved against yours like he was trying to make up for every second you’d had to pretend in public. You pulled him closer by the front of his hoodie, legs wrapping around his waist, and he made a low sound in his throat that went straight through you.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. Both of you were breathing harder than the short distance from the door should’ve allowed.

“I’m glad you came,” he said, voice rough.

You smiled up at him, fingers still curled in the fabric of his hoodie. “Me too.”

He stayed there for a second, just looking at you, thumb brushing slowly along your jaw. Then his expression shifted—softer, but heavier somehow.

“What happens if someone sees us?” you asked quietly. The question had been sitting in the back of your mind since the airport. “Like… really sees us. Not just Ron being Ron.”

Alex’s hand stilled. He exhaled through his nose, eyes searching yours.

“Then someone sees us,” he said simply. “I’m tired of hiding. I want to go on dates. Actual ones. Not just sneaking around hotel rooms and hoping no one clocks it.”

You smiled, small and a little disbelieving, the kind of smile that came with relief more than anything else.

He smiled back, the corner of his mouth lifting like he couldn’t help it.

“We are in Paris,” he said, voice low and warm. “I am in Paris with my girlfriend.”

Then he leaned down and kissed you again—slower this time, deeper, like he was sealing the words between you.

“You are a big dork, y’know that,” you run your fingers through his hair.

“did you know that you are really pretty,” he grins.

“Jesus,” you roll your eyes.

he holds onto your waist kissing your neck and just holding you close to him. you could stay like that for the rest of the time in paris and you wouldn’t complain.

—

The restaurant was the kind of place that felt too nice for hoodies and sneakers, all warm lighting and low chatter, the kind of spot tourists dreamed about when they thought of Paris. The Core had somehow ended up at a corner table near the window, far enough from the main floor that the noise stayed soft.

You were wedged between Alex and Ron, Jason across from you, Marlon at the end with his usual half-focused expression like he was already planning the next piece of content in his head.

At first you kept it careful. Laughing at the right moments, smiling when someone looked your way, keeping your hands to yourself. Old habit. Even with the boys knowing, the rest of the room didn’t.

But the food was good. The wine was better. And Ron was being Ron—dramatically complaining about the portion sizes while simultaneously stealing fries off Jason’s plate.

“You’re actually insane,” Jason said, swatting at his hand.

“I’m a growing boy.”

“You’re twenty-something and look like a stick.”

You laughed before you could stop yourself, the sound coming out easier than it had all day. Alex’s knee bumped yours under the table—quiet, deliberate. When you glanced at him, he was already looking at you, eyes soft in that way that still made your stomach flip.

Without thinking about it too hard, you let your hand rest on the table between you.

A second later, his fingers slid between yours.

No one at the table reacted like it was a big deal. Ron just smirked into his glass. Jason raised an eyebrow, but it was more amused than surprised. Marlon didn’t even look up from the menu he’d already ordered from ten minutes ago.

And just like that, the last of the tension in your shoulders loosened.

You started talking more. Teasing Ron when he tried to pronounce something on the menu and butchered it. Asking Jason about some clip he’d been editing. Laughing when Marlon finally looked up long enough to dryly point out that Ron had ketchup on his chin.

Alex’s thumb brushed slowly over your knuckles the whole time, steady and warm. Every now and then he’d squeeze your hand like a silent check-in—you good?—and you’d squeeze back.

At one point Ron leaned in, voice low enough that only the table could hear.

“Look at you two. Holding hands in public like it’s nothing. What’s next, matching outfits?”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. “Shut up.”

Alex just lifted your joined hands slightly, like he was showing them off on purpose, and took a sip of his drink with his free hand.

“Problem?” he asked mildly.

Ron grinned wider. “Nah. Just saying. About time.”

The conversation kept going after that—louder, easier. Plates were passed around. Stories got told. You found yourself leaning into Alex’s side without thinking about who might be watching from other tables. For the first time all day, it didn’t feel like you were performing.

It just felt like dinner.

With your boyfriend’s hand in yours, and the boys who already knew exactly what you were to each other.

The conversation kept going after that—louder, easier. Plates were passed around. Stories got told. You found yourself leaning into Alex’s side without thinking about who might be watching from other tables. For the first time all day, it didn’t feel like you were performing.

It just felt like dinner.

Until a voice cut through the moment.

“Oh my god—sorry, hi—are you guys Faze?”

A girl stood near the edge of the table, phone already half-raised, eyes wide with that mix of excitement and nerves. Instantly, your hand jerked back from Alex’s like you’d been burned. Old instinct. Automatic.

But before you could fully pull away, his fingers found yours again under the table. Steady. Warm. Hidden by the tablecloth. He didn’t even glance at you—just kept his hold firm, thumb brushing once over your knuckles like a quiet I’ve got you.

The boys shifted into their usual polite-fan mode. Smiles. Nods. The whole thing.

“Yeah, that’s us,” Jason said easily.

The girl launched into a quick, breathless spiel about how much she loved their content, how she’d recognized them from across the room. Alex stayed relaxed beside you, voice calm when he finally spoke.

“We’re not taking pictures, but it’s nice to meet you.”

You looked over at him then. He was already glancing sideways at you, the corner of his mouth tilted up just enough that only you would catch it. You smiled back, small and private, the tension in your chest easing again under the table where no one else could see.

The fan left a minute later, still grinning, and the second she was out of earshot Ron leaned forward with the biggest shit-eating grin you’d ever seen.

“I have never seen y/n panic like that.”

You groaned, dropping your head back. “Ron, are you gonna be like this the whole trip?”

He grinned wider, completely unrepentant. “Absolutely.”

Alex’s hand squeezed yours under the table, and when you looked at him again he was fighting a smile of his own.

—smut—

The second the hotel room door shut behind you, Alex had you against it.

No words. Just his mouth on yours—hungry, deep, like he’d been holding back the entire dinner. His hands were already under your shirt, palms sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your bra as he kissed you like he needed it to breathe.

You barely got your bag dropped before he was walking you backward toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. The backs of your knees hit the mattress and he followed you down, body covering yours, one knee slotting between your thighs.

“Been thinking about this all night,” he muttered against your mouth, voice rough. “Watching you laugh, holding my hand under the table… fuck.”

He kissed down your jaw, then your neck, teeth grazing just hard enough to make you arch. His hands made quick work of your clothes—shirt first, then bra, then the button of your jeans. He tugged them down along with your underwear in one motion, tossing them aside without looking.

Then he was on his knees at the edge of the bed, hands spreading your thighs open.

He looked up at you once, eyes dark, before leaning in and dragging his tongue through your folds in one slow, deliberate stroke.

“Fuck—” you gasped, hips twitching.

“That’s it,” he murmured against you, the words vibrating. “Let me hear you.”

He licked again, slower this time, circling your clit with the flat of his tongue before sucking it gently between his lips. One of his hands held your thigh open; the other slid two fingers inside you without warning, curling just right.

“God, you’re already so wet for me,” he praised, voice low and rough between licks. “Been like this since the restaurant, huh? Sitting there all polite while I was touching your hand…”

You whimpered, fingers threading into his hair as he worked you open with his mouth and fingers. He didn’t rush—long, wet strokes, the wet sound of it filling the room, every so often pulling back just enough to say something filthy and soft.

“Look at you… taking my fingers so well.”

“That’s my girl.”

“Alex…”

He sucked harder on your clit the second the words left his mouth, fingers thrusting deeper, and the orgasm hit you hard—thighs shaking around his head, a broken moan tearing out of you as you came.

Alex didn’t stop until you were twitching and pushing at his shoulder. Only then did he pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked on yours as he stood and shoved his own clothes off.

He climbed back over you, cock heavy and hard against your stomach as he kissed you again—deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Still with me?” he asked, voice softer now, forehead pressed to yours.

You nodded, already reaching between you to stroke him. “mhmm… please.”

He groaned at the touch, hips pushing into your hand for a second before he lined himself up. The head of his cock dragged through your soaked folds once, twice—then he pushed in, slow and deep, until he was buried to the hilt.

“Fuck, baby…” His forehead dropped to your shoulder. “You feel so fucking good.”

He started moving—long, deep strokes at first, like he was savoring it. One hand braced beside your head, the other sliding under your thigh to hitch it higher so he could get even deeper.

“That’s it… take it,” he murmured against your ear. “Look at how well you take me. So perfect for me.”

You moaned, nails dragging down his back as he picked up the pace. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with his low praise and the broken noises you couldn’t hold back.

“My girl… fucking my girl in Paris.”

“oh god,” your hand wraps around his bicep.

“You’re doing so good… so fucking good for me.”

He shifted the angle, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur, and one of his hands slipped between your bodies to rub tight circles over your clit.

“Come again,” he ordered softly, almost gentle even as he fucked you harder. “Wanna feel you come on my cock.”

The second orgasm ripped through you harder than the first—your whole body tightening around him as you cried out. Alex groaned, hips stuttering, and then he was coming too, buried deep, pulsing inside you with a low, broken “fuck—” against your neck.

He stayed there for a long moment after, still inside you, breathing hard, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, your jaw, the corner of your mouth.

Eventually he pulled out carefully and rolled to the side, immediately tugging you with him so you were half on his chest. His fingers traced lazy patterns up and down your spine while both of you caught your breath.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, voice still rough.

You nodded against his skin, smiling. “More than okay.”

His arm tightened around you, and he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “I love you,”

you let out a tired heavy breath, “i love you more,”

TANGLED IN BED (laiys)

paring: laiys (dylan) x streamer!fem!reader

summary: after a successful stream with ron, one filled with many jabs at your attraction for his cameraman, you and dylan end up alone.

warnings: (2.1k wdc), suggestive makeout scene (no smut), some made up texts, laiys is very awkward, based on this & this request, there are msgs from chat!