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!
❀⋆. Mini series
Part six. ❀⋆.
Part one, part two part three part four part five bonus chapter
@ y/nluvs:3 🎵IshowSpeed. Champions (WC26)
Caption: let’s play football!! ⚽️
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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
the stream had been running for a couple hours — just alex talking, scrolling through clips, answering random chat questions. it was one of those calm nights, nothing crazy, no games, just him and his setup glowing in the dim light.
you’d been sitting off to the side the whole time, on your phone, half-listening to him talk. chat had already figured out you were there — they always did.
“we hear her”
“y/n lurking again??”
“can we say hi aga”
alex glanced at the messages, exhaling through his nose. “you guys need to chill,” he said, smiling a little. “she’s not on camera. relax.”
you looked up. “they know i’m here?”
“they always know,” he said, spinning in his chair to face you. “you could breathe too loud and they’d clip it.”
you laughed quietly. “great.”
he leaned back, head tilting slightly. “you could just come sit here. make it easier.”
“alex, i don’t know what to do on stream.”
“you don’t have to do anything,” he said, voice soft but sure. “just sit here. i’ll handle it.”
you hesitated, then sighed and moved over, sliding onto the edge of his chair. his hand found the back of your knee under the desk — just a small touch, grounding.
chat caught on immediately.
“hiii y/n :)”
“bro she’s so quiet LMAO”
“agahi y/n”
alex read a few messages, smirking. “she’s nervous. don’t make it worse.”
you laughed quietly, trying not to look at the chat feed flying by. “this is so weird.”
“nah,” he said, voice low. “you’re fine. just talk if you want to. or don’t.”
so you didn’t — at least not for a bit. he kept the conversation going, joking around, reacting to stuff, occasionally asking your opinion just to make you smile.
“what do you think about that?” he asked after one clip.
“uhh,” you said, realizing too late that chat was listening, “it’s… dumb.”
he laughed. “see? professional commentary right there.”
“she’s funnier than him fr”
“nah keep her on stream PLEASE”
you shook your head, trying to hide your smile. “they’re gonna make fun of me.”
“they already make fun of me,” he said, shrugging. “you’ll fit right in.”
after a while, it stopped feeling weird. the room felt quieter, even with the chat going off. he’d glance at you between sentences, his hand brushing yours now and then when he leaned over the desk.
eventually, you whispered, “i think i’m done.”
he nodded, muting his mic. “you did good.”
you smiled, soft and tired. “i literally said like two words.”
“yeah,” he said, grinning, “and they loved you for it.”
you rolled your eyes, standing up. “you’re such a liar.”
“nah,” he said, turning back to the monitor, “i’m serious. they’re already asking when you’re coming back.”
you gave him a small look, half amused, half embarrassed. “we’ll see.”
he reached over, squeezing your hand once before unmuting again. “alright, chat, she’s leaving. say bye before y’all scare her off forever.”
“BYEEE Y/N”
“SHE SURVIVED HER FIRST STREAM”
alex smiled at the screen, shaking his head. “you guys are ridiculous.”
when you left the frame, you could still hear him laughing quietly — that small, proud sound he always made when he thought you weren’t listening.
(NOT PROOFREAD)
sorryyy i haven’t posted, so many cookie orders to finish :p
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!
You were familiar with the CORE boys, being a popular streamer yourself, you were bound to collab with one (or all) of them eventually.
At first, back when they were still with FaZe you collabed with Lacy…then you collabed with Jason, and so on. All until now, where you have collabed with almost all the boys, but Ron.
The funny part about this being that you’re closest to Ron. You had hung out with him off camera at parties and just at the old house in general, and throughout that time you got to know him well.
You also got acquainted with his cameraman, Laiys (or as he insisted you call him, Dylan.) From the moment you met him, you had found him attractive. Something about the way he dressed and held himself, just reminded you of the 2000s era of boys. The baggy jeans, his constantly messed up hair, and his big beautiful eyes all made him irresistible.
But at the time, there were lingering rumors of him and Diana, and honestly with how much drama you had been in, being a woman in the streamer industry, you avoided getting in that situation as fast as you could.
That doesn’t mean you didn’t find him hot still.
So when Ron texted you one day, to plan a stream, you knew what had to be done.
By the time you arrived at the new CORE house, Ron had begun streaming, and once you made your way to the entrance, he was already there waiting for you.
“Look who finally showed up.” Ron starts, in his typical streamer voice, making his way over to greet you with a hug.
“Sorry I had to drive alllllll the way over in the hills.” You joke, accepting his hug. You break and you take a second to glance around the mansion, before turning to the camera, or more specifically the camera man.
“Hi Dylan,” You wave, smiling, before quickly remembering your on stream. “Hi chat!!” Chat doesn’t event give you a moment, before starting to poke fun at Laiys.
dylan??????? 😭
yo whos ball is this
W (y/n)
sb tell diana to watch out
“Anyways, do you want the house tour?” Ron says, singing the last bit.
“Sure bro, sure.” You laugh, following him inside.
“Damn man,” You say, as Ron begins the tour taking you around the home. “This is a fucking mansion.”
Ron fake laughs. “Oh yeah, our humble abode.”
“Humble abode? Geeze chat, The Clip is so out of touch. From payphone to this. Tsk, tsk tsk.” You joke, mocking Ron’s nonchalant attitude to living here.
Dylan quietly laughs from behind the camera, which automatically gains your attention, and causes your heart to race.
“Alright bro,” Ron says, beginning to walk upstairs. “Nah it is sick though, I mean I got Laiys outta the trenches.”
You look over your shoulder as you enter Ron’s room, making eye contact with Dylan. “You live here too?”
“Yeah,” He starts, slightly adjusting the camera in his hands. “Drew and I live in the pool house, it’s pretty sick.”
“Oh yeah? You’ll have to show me sometime.” You say, your voice slightly teasing him,
Ron stared at the camera with his eyebrows raised and smirking, before Laiys answered.
“I mean I could show you after stream?” He asked, his voice some-what hesitant, almost as if he was worried you’d say no.
You nod, smiling. “Yeah sure, that works for me!”
AYYOO
after stream ?? 👀
W comms
why not on stream gng
After receiving the CORE house tour, you and Ron ended up sat at his desktop, just chilling and scrolling through his community.
Dylan was somewhere near by in Ron’s room, just waiting for whenever Ron will call him.
“Soo…” You say, after laughing at something the two of you saw on twitter. “When are you gonna get the six pack?”
Ron’s chat blew up at that, mocking him as he closed his eyes and pursed his lips, making the speed face.
“Really bro? That’s what we’re doing?”
You try to keep yourself from laughing at his reaction, pretending to be serious. “Yeah sorry man, I just… hate when people lie.”
“Oh, oh, alright,” He says, quickly leaning over to type something on his keyboard. “What about this then, huh?”
You furrow your eyebrows, before slowly realizing what was gonna happen, once he hit the play button on the clip.
The clip was from the Wine About It podcast, which you had recently done, where somehow the conversation turned into your type of man.
“So yeah anyways,” QT said, looking back at you. “Enough about me, (Y/n), what’s your type?”
You exhale for a long moment, causing the both of you to burst out laughing.
“Honestly? I don’t think I have one….” You say, shifting in your chair, pulling your blanket up higher.
“Really?”
You pause for a moment. “Well maybe. I kinda like someone taller…”
QT laughs, “That’s very specific.”
“Well it’s hard to describe! Like…” You start, pausing a moment to think. “Like I like someone who’s funny and oh here’s something random!”
“Hit me.”
“Piercings! Specifically eyebrow piercings, I don’t know why but I find them so hot.”
QT raised her eye brows. “Really?”
“Yeah, so if you’re tall, funny, have piercings, and live in LA, hit me up.”
As the clip ends, Ron turns to you with a triumphant smile. You close your eyes and start slowly nodding, as both of your chats begin to make fun of you.
that literally describes laiys 😭😭😭
basic ass type
so every guy in LA ?
AWKWARD….
“Right soo…” You begin, only to be cut off by Ron.
“You’re type, ah,” He starts, smirking. “It kinda reminds me of a certain cameraman I happen to know.”
You place your arms on the arm rests of your chair and begin to idlely spin side to side. “Oh really? Tell him to hit me up.”
Ron started to speak, but you ended up leaving him speechless, with his mouth wide open.
“At the end of the day, you still aren’t fit.” You say simply, as Ron starts arguing back.
“Nah, nah, whatever. Anyways, lets go back to the comm..”
Throughout the rest of the day, you and Ron had a fairly productive stream. From playing Roblox, Rocket League, and Fortnite to playing Basketball, both of you enjoyed the day together.
Finally, the two of you ended stream.
“Alright, guys I can’t lie, I want some Canes right now.” Ron admits, before saying your name. “You want some.”
“I’m good, thanks.”
“What about you, Laiys?” He asks, as Laiys began setting down the camera, and taking off the vest.
“Nah, I’m chill man.”
Ron nods, grabbing his car-keys and phone. “Alright, Imma take off and get some then.”
He walks up to you and extends his hands out dab you up. “Thanks for coming, I’m glad we finally got to stream together!”
“Yeah, of course! I had a great time, Ron.”
All three of you walk towards the door together, with Ron breaking off to go to the garage, leaving just you and Dylan walking side by side.
The house is huge, the hallways being large as well. However, the width of the hallway doesn’t stop Laiys from walking closer next to you, to the point where each step either of you take your shoulders and arm brush one another.
The constant touching and tense silence leaves your stomach fluttering, especially after the cockiness you attempted to display earlier, when Ron had exposed you.
Eventually the two of you finally reach the door, that’s where Dylan finally breaks the tense silence.
“Hey, uh, you still down to check out the pool house?” He asks, scratching the back of his neck with his hand.
You look up at him, smiling. “Yeah, sure! I’ve got time to kill.”
The pool house wasn’t nearly as big as the main house was, but it had the same vibe. When you walked in, you could tell that it was lived in, especially by two boys who were constantly working.
The living room was quiet messy. There were some cameras laying around, a couple random pairs of shoes around, and what appeared to be a rolling tray sat on the coffee table.
“Sorry for the mess.” Dylan said, noticing you observing the area. “I would’ve cleaned up, but I didn’t want to lose the chance to show you around.”
You shake your head. “No, no, don’t worry. I’m sure if you randomly walked into my place it’d be the same thing.”
A second passes before you smile and look up at him. “I like it, it feels real.”
He stares at you for a moment, his big beautiful eyes staring you down. He gulps before running a hand through his hair.
“Thanks, uh,” Dylan says before using his hand to gestures to the hallway. “Wanna see my room?”
You nod and follow him through the hallway to his bedroom.
“So here’s the set up.” He says, upon entering his bedroom. “It’s kinda pathetic.”
Walking into his bedroom had you smiling. His room was quite dark, except for his PC which was still on. It was clean though, cleaner than you expected. You noticed that Twitch was open on his PC.
“Oh, you stream too?” You ask, walking up to his monitor and leaning over it.
“Yeah,” Dylan says, pulling out the chair and motioning for you to sit. You sit down and mimic the position you had been earlier, when you are on desktop with ron.
“Only sometimes though, like after stream.”
“What do you do?” You ask, tilting your head to look up on him.
He takes a sharp breath, almost as if he was embarrassed about what he was gonna say. “Um, mainly Call of Duty.”
You nod along, about to say something, before he quickly cuts you off.
“I mean it’s kinda nerdy, but-“
You laugh and he full body stops, staring at you while you stop laughing.
“I was gonna say we should play sometime, Dylan.” You say, as he lets out a nervous chuckle. “I used to play with my friends as a kid.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, yeah, that’s cool, I mean, yeah.” He says awkwardly, before closing his eyes embarrassed once more.
“You don’t gotta be nervous, Layis.” You say before standing up and walking up to the man behind the chair.
“Dylan, call me Dylan.” He says, taking a hesitant step closer to you. The two of you stand face to face, only inches apart.
Dylan’s eyes bounce back and forth between your eyes and your lips. His adams apple bobs up and down, you take this as an opportunity to be bold.
“Okay than Dylan,” You say, taking another step forward, to the point where your bodies were practically face to face. “Do you wanna kiss me then?”
“God yes.” Dylan says quickly, before grabbing your waist and pulling you into a kiss.
The kiss was long and passionate , something that had been built over time. All the parties the two of you had been at during the same time, the amount of times you had been this close to talking to one another, alone, had finally come to an end.
You break apart and you take the chance to read his face. His eyes are dark, hungry. He wants more and so do you.
You go back to kissing and his arms move down to your hips before giving them a squeeze. You groan at the action, using this as a sign to move your hands up chest, before moving them to the bottom of his shirt and beginning to pull it up.
Dylan follows your movements breaking the kiss, before taking off his shirt. He takes this an opportunity to begin backing you up to his bed.
“You down for staying the night?” He asks, somewhat smirking. You grab a hold of his hand, before sitting down on his bed and nodding, pulling him down to the bed with you.
The following morning you awoke to the bright light shining through his curtains. You laid in Laiys’ bed, his hands draped around his waist and his neck curled into your shoulder.
You move over and hear your phone vibrate on the nightstand next to you. You reach over to grab your phone and you hear Dylan groan.
You reach your phone, that’s almost dead, and see the text of doom. “Fuck, it’s Ron.”
Dylan picks his head up at the sound of that and holds his hand out for your phone. You hand your phone to him, where he quickly texts Ron something before tossing your phone somewhere on the bed and pulling you closer to him.
𐙚 Series Summary: Being a person who was always on the move, going everywhere and anywhere.
Never expected to fall for a person who’s more laid back and content in staying still.
𐙚 Multi-Chapter Fic
Coming soon….
When opposites collide do they attract?
Reader is Silky’s cousin who also gets into Streamer University. After a long time of traveling all around the world, streaming and vlogging. Silky tries to convince you into hanging out with him a few more weeks, wanting to show you his life in L.A after years of not seeing each other in person.
When you meet a certain person you develop a “little” crush on you think on maybe taking up your cousin’s offer in staying for a bit.
A theory from Robert Winch’s, complementary needs theory. Suggests that people unconsciously pick partners who have different traits to complete or balance them. However, modern psychology and studies show that this theory is mostly a myth in human relationships.
Laiys lives a completely different life from you.
When being compared side by side, you two are the total opposites. Overall it’s the specific definition of a good girl with a sunshine personality falling in love with a bad boy who has an awkward humor trope.
Spending time and getting to know each other. Can the both of you answer that when opposites collide do they attract?
Author notes: got my spark back in writing, yall watch out for when i drop the first chap🔥
Also song below really has me relating to the fics vibes✌️✌️
