#faze x reader

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@Cinnabrit: soo hot😙😘

@arkysnz: I took like half of these photos and I get no credit..😬

User1: stream was soo good we need more y/n and arky content!!!

User2: didn’t know y/n liked soccer?

⤷ User3: she is a laper

User4: aww adapt got her flowers on the last pic

User5: little weird that she went on a trip to Mexico with arky and didn’t even bother to invite her bf or anyone else😬

User6: love her aesthetic!!

User6: ouu shi👀

User7: your so epic

User8: gorgeous🤩

User9: need a full IRL stream in Mexico w arky RNNNN

User10: holy @FaZeAdapt can you fight???

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Adapts pov

You and Adapt have been friends for a while now. You have visited the Faze house a multiple times and you have streamed with some of the members before, but never with Alex. The vibes between you two have been great, even with some tension going, but two of you swore to yourselves that there’s definitely no feelings towards one another and it’s just work.

Today’s the day of QT’s camp. Everyone has been so excited for its return. All of you guys have been streaming for hours now and it’s time for a game segment. Everyone pulls out a question and they have to anwer it or drink a shot of something very nasty. You have been sitting between Ludwig and FanFan and while it was Lud’s turn you prayed that you get something not so controversial.

“Alright! Now it’s y/n’s turn!” QT announces.

“Oh boy…” you say as you put your hand in the bowl and pull out the paper. “Who’s most likely to get arrested..? Um…probably Yugi?” You answer, unsure.

“Why me?!” Yugi yelled.

“I don’t know! You always get in trouble somehow!”

“Okay, okay. Now it’s FanFan’s turn” QT cuts him off and Fiona answers the question she got and then the next person is Alex.

“Adapt what did you get?” QT asks.

“Uh, who’s the hottest person in the room..” Everyone ooh-ed. “I guess it will be sus if I say anyone else other than a girl, so I’m gonna be honest and say…y/n.” Everyone got even louder and cameras turned on you to get you reaction. You were just shocked and your cheeks got red as you just stared at Alex for a moment. Thank god, QT decided to take it away and let you breathe as she announced that it was now ExtraEmily’s turn.

You could feel someone’s stare and you decided to see who it was, it was Alex, of course. You winked and looked away. You mentally slapped yourself for that, because you weren’t thinking about even doing that, it just kind of happened.

After the stream had concluded some streamers went to sleep, others went to hang out outside or eat inside. You decided to go to your room and chill after such a loud day. You scrolled on social media just to see that your whole for you page is filled with that moment of you and Alex. Once you quit scrolling you heard a knock on your door, which wasn’t firm yet it wasn’t faint either. “Come in!” You yelled as you sat up against the bedpost.

Alex came in and closed the door behind him. “I think it’s time to talk.”

“Uh, yeah, probably.” You answered awkwardly and tapped for him to sit beside you. As he sat down he said “Sorry I put you in this awkward situation, I know your phone is probably blowing up right now. I just had to be honest.”

“You really think I’m hot?”

“Yeah…who doesn’t? You are really attractive.” You could see how pink his cheeks got, the light wasn’t doing him justice either.

You tilted your head to the side a little “Well, I’m glad to hear this from you. You know, you are a very handsome guy.” You said in a flirty tone.

“Oh really?” He grinned.

“Really.” With that you both leaned in and kissed. Tenderly, yet roughly with possession. You put your hand on his chest and other one on his cheek. He put both of his hands on your hips.

Tara blinked at her. “We were supposed to hang out, remember?”

She even had a smile on her face. Like nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t spent the past week openly flirting with the guy Reader had told her absolutely everything about.

Reader let out a short scoff. Part of her wanted to tell Tara to leave immediately. But another part of her needed answers first.

So, slowly, she stepped aside and let her in.

The second Tara walked through the doorway, Reader pushed the door shut harder than necessary and leaned back against it, blocking the exit before Tara could escape the conversation already building in Reader’s head.

“Why him?”

Tara frowned slightly. “What?”

“Don’t what me. You know exactly who I’m talking about.”

A brief silence passed.

“...What about him?” Tara asked carefully.

Reader stared at her in disbelief. “Why him, Tara? Why specifically him?”

Tara crossed her arms defensively. “I can’t control who I like.”

“Yeah, but you can control what you do about it,” Reader shot back immediately. “Especially when your best friend has told you everything about that guy. How she feels about him, all the dates they’ve been on, all the late-night calls—”

“But you’re not even dating.”

The words hit harder than Reader expected.

Because technically, Tara wasn’t wrong.

They weren’t dating. Not officially. But they also weren’t just friends either. They were stuck somewhere in the middle — in that messy grey area between a situationship and a real relationship that Reader was starting to hate more every day.

Still, even if Tara had been in her position, Reader knew she never would have done this to her. She wouldn’t have entertained it for a second.

“You’re such a coward,” Reader muttered bitterly.

Tara’s expression fell instantly. “What?” she said quietly, eyes beginning to gloss over.

“Oh, don’t start crying,” Reader scoffed, rolling her eyes as she folded her arms tighter across her chest. “I would never have done this to you. Never. I wouldn’t have even thought about it.”

Tara looked down at the floor, blinking quickly, but Reader barely cared anymore. The hurt sitting in her chest was far louder than any guilt she might have felt.

“Why?” Reader asked again, her voice cracking slightly despite how hard she was trying to keep herself together. “Why? I’m so confused right now.”

Tara stayed quiet.

Reader let out a shaky laugh, dragging both hands through her hair in frustration before looking back at her. “Please. Please just tell me why you’re doing this.”

Still nothing.

“I want to know,” Reader continued, her chest tightening painfully with every word. “There has to be a reason for it. And don’t sit there and give me some pathetic ‘I don’t know’ because you do know. You wouldn’t have done all this if you didn’t.”

Tara swallowed hard, her glossy eyes fixed somewhere near the floor instead of Reader.

Reader shook her head slowly, disbelief written all over her face. “Do you know how humiliating this feels?” she asked quietly. “Watching clips of my best friend flirting with the guy I—” She cut herself off, jaw tightening. “The guy you know I care about.”

Tara finally looked up. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”

Reader laughed again, but there was no humour in it this time. “Then how was it supposed to happen?”

“I didn’t mean for feelings to happen,” Tara admitted softly. “I tried to ignore it.”

“But you didn’t,” Reader snapped immediately. “You leaned into it. On stream, in front of everyone.”

“It wasn’t serious—”

“Don’t,” Reader interrupted sharply. “Don’t stand there and try to downplay it now. You knew exactly what you were doing every single time you flirted with him.”

Tara opened her mouth, then closed it again when nothing came out.

And somehow, that silence hurt worse than any excuse could have.

Reader stared at her for a long moment before speaking again, quieter this time. “Was any of it real?”

Tara frowned. “What?”

“Our friendship,” Reader said, her voice trembling slightly now despite herself. “Because I can’t imagine doing this to someone I actually cared about.”

Tara looked genuinely hurt by that, but Reader couldn’t bring herself to feel bad anymore. Not when her stomach still twisted every time she thought about those clips online. Not when she’d spent days feeling embarrassed, angry, and stupid all at once.

“I trusted you,” Reader said softly. “That’s the worst part.”

“Every single little detail I knew about him, I told you,” Reader said, her voice quieter now, but somehow sounding even more hurt because of it. “And then, with all of that information, you practically threw yourself at him the first chance you got. I genuinely can’t believe that.”

She ran a hand roughly through her hair, fingers catching slightly in the strands. At this point, she felt stressed enough to pull every strand out one by one.

“I can’t believe you,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Honestly, I don’t even know if I’m going insane, or if you’re insane.”

Tara’s lips parted slightly. “I… I…”

Reader laughed bitterly and held a hand up to stop her. “You… you what?” she asked. “You didn’t mean it? You didn’t care? You ‘couldn’t help it’? Which one is it, Tara?”

Tara looked completely overwhelmed now, standing awkwardly in the middle of Reader’s flat with watery eyes and flushed cheeks, but Reader couldn’t bring herself to soften. Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

“What did I ever do to you that made you want to hurt me this badly?” Reader asked, her voice finally starting to shake properly. “Seriously. What did I do?”

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” Tara whispered.

“But you did.”

The words came out instantly. Sharp. Firm.

Reader could feel tears burning at the backs of her eyes now, which only frustrated her more. She hated crying during arguments. Hated looking weak in front of someone who had already hurt her this badly.

“You knew how insecure this whole thing with Alex already made me,” she continued. “You knew how confusing it’s been from the start. And instead of helping me through it, you made it worse.”

Tara wiped quickly at her face. “I didn’t plan for any of this to happen.”

“But it did happen,” Reader shot back. “And you kept letting it happen over and over again.”

Silence filled the flat again. Heavy and uncomfortable.

Reader stared at Tara for a moment before laughing quietly to herself, though it sounded more exhausted than amused.

“The worst part is,” she admitted softly, “if some random girl online did this, I honestly think it would hurt less.”

Tara’s expression crumpled slightly.

“Because I expected better from you.”

Reader’s flat fell completely silent.

The kind of silence that felt heavy enough to press down on both of them. So quiet it almost felt like you could hear their hearts beating.

Tara didn’t say anything.

Not that Reader expected her to. Tara had never been good with confrontation, especially not when it came from someone she cared about. Normally, Reader would have softened by now. Normally she would have stepped in to ease the tension, to make things less uncomfortable for Tara.

But this time, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Reader let out a quiet scoff and shook her head before slowly beginning to nod to herself, like part of her had expected this outcome from the beginning.

“Get out,” she muttered.

She pushed herself away from the door and pulled it open, standing to the side for someone she used to consider one of her closest friends.

“Tara, just— just get out. Please.” Her voice sounded tired now more than angry. Drained. “And don’t contact me again. Ever, preferably.”

Tara looked up sharply at that, tears finally spilling down her cheeks properly. “Reader…”

“No.” Reader shook her head immediately. “Don’t do that.”

“I don’t want to lose you over this.”

Reader laughed quietly under her breath, though it sounded completely humourless. “You should’ve thought about that before.”

Tara stood there for another few seconds, like she was hoping Reader would change her mind. Like she was waiting for her to take it back and tell her to stay.

But Reader didn’t.

Eventually, Tara wiped at her face with the sleeve of her hoodie and walked slowly towards the door. She paused beside Reader for a second, hesitating like she wanted to say something else.

“I really am sorry,” she whispered.

Reader stared straight ahead instead of looking at her. “Good for you.”

The words sounded colder than she intended, but she was too hurt to care anymore.

A second later, Tara walked out into the hallway.

Reader shut the door immediately behind her and locked it before sliding down against the wood with a shaky breath.

And for the first time since seeing those clips online, she finally let herself cry.