Admin x Reader Fanfic

Author: Totally not Momo

this is just for funnies, I’m not that crazy about admin but I think i’d be silly to bring fandom culture to this site :3

Context: Reader and Admin are neighbors! Oh and I didn’t write anything sexual here, just a short fanfiction 🙂

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The first time you knocked on Admin’s apartment door, he assumed someone had come to complain about the suspicious amount of bandwidth his ancient desktop consumed. Instead, there stood his neighbor, younger, phone in hand, eyes bright with the unmistakable look of someone who spent far too much time online.

“Your Wi-Fi name is ‘Stop Asking For Invites.’ That’s hilarious.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be.”

You grinned anyway, leaning against the frame like you had nowhere else to be. Behind him, three monitors displayed a maze of forum threads, copyright notices, and, most importantly, a comment section where few anonymous users were currently writing essays over who is more retarded or whatever mental illnesses they come up with.

“You actually read those?” you asked.

“I own the site.” He shrugged. “Watching idiots argue is free entertainment.”

From then on, dropping by became a habit. Sometimes you brought snacks. Sometimes you came just to show him the newest internet drama. Most of the time, he pretended your interruptions were a nuisance, grumbling, “Don’t you have friends your own age?” while secretly swiveling his chair so you could sit beside him.

You discovered that beneath his permanently unimpressed expression was someone who laughed exactly once every few days, and only when he forgot not to. He discovered you could somehow turn a thirty-comment argument into a two-hour discussion, complete with jokes and references he’d never admit were funny.

“You spend too much time online,” he muttered one evening.

“So do you.”

“It’s my job.”

“You’ve been reading the same argument between that Cole guy with OMH for forty minutes.”

“…They’re about to kill each other.”

You snorted, victorious.

Weeks blurred together until showing up at his apartment no longer required knocking. You’d let yourself in with a lazy “I’m here,” while he barely looked away from his monitor before sliding a spare chair toward you.

Then one rainy afternoon, you leaned over his shoulder to read something on his screen, closer than usual. Your sleeve brushed his arm.

“Seriously?” you laughed. “You’re moderating a random girl named Meow?”

Admin froze.

It wasn’t the question. It was how close you were. The faint scent of rain on your jacket. The warmth against his shoulder.

“…Move.”

“You sound nervous.”

“I’m not.”

“You absolutely are.”

He finally looked at you, ready with another sarcastic remark—but instead found you smiling in a way that made every carefully rehearsed grumpy response disappear.

A faint flush crept across his face.

“…Don’t make it weird.”

Your grin widened.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, delighted. “You *can* get flustered.”

He buried his face back into the monitor with a muttered curse while you laughed so hard you nearly fell out of the chair, and somewhere beneath the endless flood of effed up movies and comment-section chaos, he quietly decided he didn’t actually mind you dropping by anymore.

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