safety net
❝ is it real this time or is it in my head? ❞
pairing: adapt x fem!reader
requested by: @ceodaddyadapt
content: fluff / sfw
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you and alex had been friends for a little over a year now. while you weren't a massive social media presence like he was, mostly just known by association for being close with a few creators and streamers, you still enjoyed watching people completely immerse themselves in his world.
laying on alex’s bed and scrolling through your phone while he streamed, you couldn’t help but toss out occasional side comments. it always made him laugh and sent his chat into an absolute frenzy.
even though you rarely actually appeared on camera and your voice was barely loud enough for the mic to pick up, adapt’s chat was always begging for more of you.
we wanna see y/n !!!!
she needs to stop being shyyyy
anyone else think they are dating?
“they want to see you” alex said softly, spinning his gaming chair around to face you.
“for what?” you asked, genuinely confused about what could be so entertaining about you.
alex turned back to the camera to read the live feed. “yo chat, should we make y/n play some cod?”
“no, i suck at video games and you know it” you whined.
“it’s better than mindlessly scrolling on your phone, c’mon,” he encouraged, flashing a grin. “isn’t it, chat?”
y/n should do her own livestreams
yesss this is so gf and bf coded
gamer bf x chill gf
giving in, you rolled off the bed and walked over to his setup, finally bringing yourself into view of the camera and the scrolling chat.
“hi guys” you said, offering a small wave to the lens.
“wait, sit here” alex stood up, grabbing an extra chair from across the room and rolling it right next to his.
once you both sat down, he started setting up the match and explaining the basics. as he talked, he handed you the controller, reached down to grab the base of your chair, and pulled you significantly closer to him. then, he placed his hands directly over yours, showing you exactly where to place your fingers and how to move.
omg that was so hot!
daddy adapt me next
ugh y/n needs to lock in
your heart immediately skyrocketed. with him maintaining that casual physical contact, your brain completely short-circuited, making it impossible to focus on a single word he was saying.
“—okay so, got it?” he asked, looking over at you. you just nodded, even though you hadn't absorbed a single instruction thanks to the sudden proximity.
the match started, and you finally took total control while he navigated you through the map.
“match is lowkey chalked with her in charge” alex told the camera, a smirk in his voice.
“what does that mean?” you asked, glancing between him and the monitor.
“don't worry about it, you’re doing great” he said, completely contradicting himself to reassure you.
a second later, his eyes widened at the screen. “wait, what are you doing?”
“i shot this one guy and he keeps hiding from me. i want to find him because his like health thing is low”
“fucking rat”
“what?” you exclaimed, laughing.
“just look for the guy”
you scanned the screen and caught him cornered.
“press the right analog stick down” alex directed. you clicked it, and the player finally dropped.
“oh my gosh, my first kill!” you cheered, pointing excitedly at the screen. “chat, am i goated or what?”
“w’s in the chat for y/n,” alex cheered along, leaning back. “good job, baby”
you desperately tried not to react, knowing that a reaction was probably exactly what he wanted. but hearing that casual, unexpected pet name drop from his lips made your cheeks instantly burn, and the entire room suddenly felt suffocatingly hot.
shooting him a slightly puzzled look, you rolled your eyes and let out a breathless laugh. “yeah, okay. i think i’m done here”
“you sure? you were doing so good” he said casually, acting completely oblivious to the fact that he had just sent your entire nervous system into a frenzy.
“yup, pretty sure i’m done” you repeated. standing up, you reached over to affectionately ruffle his hair before stepping out of the frame to head back to the bed.
on your way, you caught a fleeting glimpse of the stream monitor. the chat was moving at a million miles an hour.
omg did he just call her baby?!?!?
HE DID NOTTT
oh yea they are fs dating
BABY!?!?!??
i’m going to pretend he said that to me
he’s ceo and still can’t be upfront #fries
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naturally, you would often get along with more girls than guys, yet you somehow found yourself at the core house, a place which is practically full of testosterone.
“silk! i fucking said salt and pepper, not whatever bullshit you’re adding!” lacy’s voice echoed from the kitchen.
the guys were currently recording a video for their youtube channel, a cooking challenge to see who could make the best tomato soup and grilled cheese. being close with all of them, you’d been recruited to act as the ultimate judge and rank the duos.
“ask your ai girlfriend again and i bet you a million dollars she’s going to tell you to fuck off and that i’m right” silky shot back, completely unbothered as he kept blending in random seasonings.
“this is high cortisol activity and i’m not fucking with it” marlon chimed in. he and ron were lounging around, sipping protein milkshakes they’d picked up when they were supposed to be shopping for actual ingredients.
“okay, but y/n, you have to be honest about who’s the best. don’t give anyone extra points just because of your boyfriend” ron said playfully, tilting his head in an absurdly obvious gesture toward alex.
“nah, you’re just scared me and j are actually making some bomb-ass food” adapt called out from his spot across the kitchen.
a thousand screaming matches later, the plates were finally set up and waiting for your judgment.
after sampling a bit of everything, you turned to face the camera to deliver your breakdown. “okay, so to be completely honest, jason and alex’s plate was the best. second place goes to lacy and silk”
as soon as the words left your mouth, total chaos erupted among the boys.
“their shit was raw!”
“you’re such a fucking dork!”
“you didn’t even cook shit, that was store bought!”
you were busy laughing at their absolute idiocy until one specific comment caught you off guard.
“she’s only giving you guys first place because of adapt!”
“uh, no, actually” you chimed in, defending your score. “just because they actually knew what they were doing in the kitchen doesn’t mean you get to make shit up”
“so it wasn’t because of me?” alex asked teasingly, leaning into your space.
you rolled your eyes, biting back a smile.
“exactly! you’re laughing because you know it’s true!” ron shouted.
“no i’m not!” you tried to fight back through your giggles.
“it’s okay, baby. just let them hate” alex said softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
“you’re really not helping” you muttered, attempting to shrug his arm off. instead of letting go, he just chuckled and gently guided you away from the madness in the kitchen.
“the shipping edits are getting to his head!” someone yelled behind you. you couldn't even tell who said it, let alone if they were joking.
a few days later, the video was finally uploaded. sitting in your room, you threw on the edited, slightly less chaotic version of what you saw days before. as the video ended, you scrolled down into the comment section.
they are actually crazy, like psycho
ron and marlon’s plate looked like resident evil food
are we going to ignore y/n and adapt ????
↳ omg ikkk they are so cute tg
↳ they have to be dating, ain’t no way they are just friends
↳ we have to act chill tho before they get mad if they aren’t fr
you stared at the screen. was alex actually into you, or was he just playing it up for the camera to give the viewers content? you didn't want to believe he'd use you for clickbait.
but what if?
unable to answer your own question, you slammed your laptop shut and buried your face in your pillow with a heavy groan, far too exhausted to overthink it any longer.
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you aren’t the most athletic person ever, but you’re not so bad either.
or so you thought.
watching alex absolutely destroy you in basketball was exhausting, but him making fun of you was even worse.
“c’mon! i know you can do better” he says, trying to game talk you into trying harder.
unfortunately for him, you simply couldn't. “i quit”
today was just a simple hang out. no cameras, no core boys. just you and him.
“you can’t quit” he says, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“watch me” you say, walking away to grab your water bottle before collapsing onto the bench nearby.
“okay, okay, i won’t guard you as hard” he calls out, walking over to the bench to grab his own water.
“alex. you weren’t guarding me, you were dogging on me which you totally didn’t have to, by the way. i’m not michael jordan”
he laughs, shaking his head as he takes a long drink. a stray drop of water slips down his throat, catching the light as it rolls over his adam’s apple. if you were struggling to breathe from the cardio before, oh boy, you were about to pass out now.
you blink rapidly, trying to snap out of your clearly compromised thoughts.
alex places his bottle down, picking up the basketball to casually dribble and shoot a few layups. the squeak of his sneakers fills the quiet court.
you think you're safe from any other invasive thoughts but then he spins the ball on his finger, looking over at you with an expression that isn't teasing anymore.
“actually,” he says, his voice dropping a bit as the ball bounces away, ignored. “i only went that hard because it’s the only way i can keep my eyes on the game. if i slow down, i get distracted”
you look up from your water bottle, your heart doing a completely different kind of cardio. “distracted by what?”
alex rubs the back of his neck, a rare flush creeping up his cheeks. “by you, obviously”
you stare at him, the silence between you suddenly feeling incredibly loud. all the joking walls he usually keeps up are totally gone.
“well,” you say softly, a small, breathless smile breaking through your exhaustion. “if you wanted an excuse to just look at me, you could’ve just asked. it’s less tiring than your defense”
alex chuckles, the tension breaking as he steps closer to the bench, looking down at you with a relieved, genuine smile. “noted. next time, we skip basketball and straight to that restaurant you mentioned the other day?”
“it’s a date” you smiled.
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