#adisorn moore x reader

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

CHERISH (MY LOVE)!

❤︎ you have no clue just how much your fate is intertwined with that of adisorn's. ❤︎ adisorn moore x gn reader ❤︎ wc: 1k ❤︎ content warning(s): yandere, stalking/adisorn is your stalker, written before full game release/based on adisorn as portrayed in the free demo, demo spoilers ❤︎ adisorn moore is from the game online obsession being developed by sourmiiiilk

Adisorn Moore gets such a rush when you indirectly think of him as your guardian angel. 

“I got another one of those weird letters,” your text to him reads so casually. “Something about my mayo expiring. And they were right.”

He still remembers the day he sent you the first letter. Words couldn’t properly articulate the complex emotions writhing and coursing through his veins, consuming his waking senses and taking root somewhere in between his trembling heart and racing mind. You were so sweet, so witty, and yet so unsuspecting. 

“Again? That’s so creepy…,” Adisorn’s quick to write back to you. Eight months wasn’t a long time, but he was thorough. He needed to win your trust, to convince you that he was just as ordinary as you were. You never suspected a thing, and he wanted to keep it that way. What you had with him was pure, and he considers it his duty to preserve that purity for as long as he could.

He hopes you can forgive him. You will. He knows you will. 

Your reply is instantaneous. “Yeah, it’s weird, but… There’s really not much I can do at this point. I don’t like the thought of being watched in any capacity, but what can I do? The letters are helpful, and the police won’t do anything about it.”

Helpful. He likes that. The words are nothing more than an afterthought to you probably, but it’s the world to Adison. You take his little tips seriously. You don’t consider him a threat. You think they’re worth listening to. You heed his letters. You touched the same paper that he did, your gentle eyes going over the words that he typed up and picked just for you. 

If he was a better man, he would suggest that you visit the police again. But it’s a good litmus test for him—the local authorities are useless. It gives him more wiggle room, and it leaves you vulnerable. Sure, there’s the matter of figuring out just how vigilant your friends and distant family would be, but the first line of defense around you has crumbled a long time ago. 

A ping from you breaks his rambling thoughts. “Maybe it’s a bad prank? A new Tik Tok trend? People will do anything on that damn app for attention, and I’ve already seen some kids on campus trying to do street interviews in hopes of making their big break.”

There’s a moment of silence before he sees your typing bubble floating at the bottom of his phone screen.

“Maybe whoever’s sending these letters genuinely just wants to help. I don’t think any of my neighbors are that kind of people, but who knows? Can’t judge ‘em based on what little I know,” you confess wholeheartedly to him. “Or it could be my landlord. I mean, I get it. I’m not the most organized person, so it doesn’t hurt to have a guardian angel of sorts watching over me.”

There’s a warmth spreading from his fingertips, up his arms, and gripping like the rush of first love at his heart. A guardian angel. It’s stupid, and it’s so childish, but it makes Adison so happy to think that you find his little advances as something special. Only you could turn someone like him, someone so rotten, into someone worth salvaging and someone worth loving. 

“If you insist,” he types back to you. He swallows thickly at the thought of you actually appreciating the letters. Should he write to you more frequently? Observing your life was such a treat to him. He wants to know more about you, every little bit that you’ve been keeping from him. Once he got a taste, he couldn’t turn back. “You should still be careful though. Wouldn’t want some bad guy snatching someone as cute as you up. That’s my job, you know!”

“Oh, quit it, Adi,” you’re too used to taking his flirting and countering it in your own way. “No one’s snatching me up. I’m too busy keeping you company and covering your ass during Star Blitz. Nimo’s already cracking jokes about how they can’t wait to babysit our future kids, so you can only imagine how much worse it’ll get if I spend any more time with you.”

The corners of his scarred lips twitch as Adisorn bites back a small laugh. He doesn’t dislike the thought of both spending more time with you and a future together. Wouldn’t that be so much fun? Then he wouldn’t always have to creep around the edges of your life, like a shadow gobbling up the rays of light cast its way. He could be by your side as he always wanted. 

Sure, he’d have to make some changes to your pace of life, but knowing you, you would learn to love it. You would learn to love him. Truly for who he was, rather than the small bits and pieces he’s built up for himself. Eight painstaking months was nothing in exchange for the prize of a lifetime with you. His entire life up until this point, as miserable and cruel and dark as it was, was nothing but a small price to pay at the thought of having you all to himself. There would be no more hurt, no more pesky interferences, no more space between your radiance and him once he could put everything into motion.

His aim has always been simple.

Your love is the reason he’s living again. You’re the breath on his scarred mouth, the blood in his tangled veins, the thump-thump in his calloused heart, the warmth coming from the body of a whole person. He’s undeserving, and yet he craves for it, the addictive sensation of your honeyed affection rousing up his cold heart and spreading warmth throughout his decaying body. 

You awaken something deep inside of him.

He has to cling to that light, the saving grace in the darkness that he’s wallowed in forever.

Adison knows what he has to do. 

To breach that final distance separating you from him.

To keep the promise of his love.

To cherish you tenderly. 

x

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

LUCKITTY-CAT!

❤︎ a multistep guide for adisorn to help you a new cat adjust to their new lifestyle. ❤︎ adisorn moore x gn reader ❤︎ wc: 2k ❤︎ content warning(s): yandere, kidnapping, one (1) mention of blood, petplay (not in the sexual sense)/adisorn treats you like a cat, written before full game release/based on adisorn as portrayed in the free demo ❤︎ adisorn moore is from the game online obsession being developed by sourmiiiilk

Prepare space for the cat beforehand.

This was arguably the easiest step for Adisorn Moore. Thanks to the excuse that he was moving in, no one batted an eye about him buying all sorts of locks, security measures, and a truckload of otherwise pretty suspicious material. He did have to do a couple laps around his new place to decide which of the rooms was best to keep you in.

His bedroom was tempting, but he doubted that he could get much done if he had to potentially fight you each time he wanted to sleep or get a change of clothes. However, he did like the idea of being able to eventually get you into his bedroom, to spend time closer to you and with you. Maybe if you settled in nicely enough, he could use the idea of his warm bed as a potential reward for your good behavior.

The bathroom would be a good choice to ensure that exits and entryways were tightly secured, but he also didn’t want to have to give up the comfort of his bathroom just yet. Besides, the bathroom offered just too many outlets for you to make drastic choices, and he didn’t want you thinking you could take the easy way out after all the hard work he’s put in.

The kitchen was easy to eliminate, so that left Adisorn with his guest bedroom. He didn’t have to do much to prepare the room. A few contractors and a bit of money was all it took to eliminate the single glass window, and a few YouTube tutorials gave him good insight into how to replace the locks on the door. All he had left was to set up some cameras and keep the room’s furnishings to a minimum, and he had the perfect set up for a new cat to pick up.

He doesn’t like that the room looks so barren. It’s the perfect antithesis to just how vibrant and rich you were as a person, but at the same time, Adisorn understands that sometimes he has to take the extremes in order to get what he wants.

He’s sure with time that you’ll come around to understand him.

You always have.

2. Provide enrichment for your cat. 

The first few weeks were the worst. If only you knew how much it broke Adisorn’s heart to have to wear you down like this. He never expected this whole ordeal to be easy, but knowing it and actually carrying the deed out were two completely different things.

You tried every trick in your book to win back your freedom. 

He stood on the other side of the door as you bargained with him. You begged, pleaded, cried, screamed, groveled until your voice went hoarse. Of course, your freedom wasn’t something he was willing to negotiate with you in the first place, but you were desperate. You needed to try everything you knew. Nothing was too sacred or too profane to yell out. Day in and day out, you’d hurl curses and praise at him, trying to find any weak point in his mind to wedge yourself into so that you could somehow do something. Anything. 

You offered up money. You swore that you would never tell the authorities if he just let you go. You threatened him, saying that it was just a matter of time before your family and friends would figure out you had gone missing and then everyone would be hot on his trail.

When that didn’t work, you turned to more physical methods. He could hear you grasping at the walls, slamming your fists against the concrete in hopes of finding a weak point that might let out just enough to let you escape. You’d scratch like a real cat at the door until you’d bleed, evident by the dried crimson droplets Adisorn would discover underneath the crack of your door. You’d fight him whenever he’d come around to let you wash up or to drop off food, biting and screaming and clawing and crying like a wounded animal at death’s doorstep not quite yet ready to have its life snuffed out entirely. 

It wasn’t worth trying to rationalize anything to you at this stage. He just had to wait it out. You were smart, and soon enough, you’d realize that there really was nothing you could do to help yourself. No one was coming to save you, you were too weak to find a way to break out or overpower Adisorn, and all you had left to depend on for your own well-being was him.

Sure, Adisorn was to be feared and hated, but the one thing worse than Adisorn right now was to not even have him at all. The dread would settle in with time, as long hours would net you nothing but a sense of hopelessness that you couldn’t quell on your own. 

And at that point, Adisorn was more than happy to welcome you with open arms and a faux apologetic smile.

After all, even seeing him for a little bit was a big upgrade than being left all alone in a starkly empty room with nothing but your panicked thoughts. 

3. Perform regular grooming and care.

It took him a while to trust you to be left to your own devices. Even with him breaking down your immediate walls, you still had enough fight left in you that he couldn’t fully let his guard down. You would turn anything—from an old toothbrush to a ragged comb—into an opportunity. 

Adisorn detested having to treat you like this. He fell for you because you were so capable and kind, so empathetic of everything he did, so the last thing he wanted to do was strip you down to nothing but a shell of yourself and have to take care of you like you were a doll. It wasn’t an easy line to balance by any means, but with enough trial and error, reward and punishment, he was able to drill some semblance of a routine into you.

You no longer tried to scratch his eyes out whenever he let you out to brush your teeth and wash your face. You no longer tried to twist the towels in the bathroom into something to strangle Adisorn with. You no longer tried to steal the parts of the toilet in hopes of using it as a weapon.

It was almost domestic after a while. You’d stand next to him, eyes bloodshot, and brush your teeth at the same time he did. He always made sure to pick out toothbrushes with your favorite colors, and Adisorn would even ask you every now and then if you wanted him to change the color. 

He did his best to let you out for hygiene at the same time every day, and as the weeks and months bled by, your expressions of rage, disbelief, and disdain quickly turned into that of anticipation and almost a kind of longing. 

Like you had missed his presence.

4. Allow for exploration and play.

How much time had passed since the fateful day that he had snatched you up all for himself? The numbers, the pain, the tears and struggle were nothing now that he had you where he wanted. He could vividly recall the excitement he had felt when he first moved in, scanning his entire apartment to decide where he wanted to keep you and just how good it would feel to slowly open you up to the other sectors of his abode.

And finally, that day came. 

He didn’t miss the way your eyes would widen when you first stepped into his spacious bedroom. Your gaze fell over all of his belongings: his closet filled with all kinds of clothes, a big bed with soft pillows and matching sheets, walls that weren’t a drab shade of soulsucking grey, and the occasional bit of StarBlitz merchandise. 

You must have missed having your own bedroom. Having your own things. Having your own normal life. 

“I figured you were getting lonely in the guest room. And, well, you really aren’t a guest in this house anymore,” Adisorn cracks a bad joke, in hopes of getting a reaction out of you. It’s really a 50-50 as to whether or not you’ll reply to him or treat him to a dose of cold silence, but it’s a gamble he’s willing to take each and every time. 

Your lips tremble as you take a shaky step forward. It reminds of a shy kitten wobbling on its unstable legs as it ventures out into the wide world. 

“It’s so big,” your voice is quiet and weak. Nothing like the strong, lively voice he had gotten used to before he had kidnapped you. “And… it smells like you. There’s so much here.”

“Consider it yours as much as it is mine, snowflake.” A strong hand comes down on your shoulder, pulling you in close to his side. “I’m letting you have this much because you’ve been so obedient lately.”

You look up at him. It’s true that over the long, long course of your imprisonment, Adisorn has taken painstaking measures to ensure that the fight in you has left. You don’t know whether to laugh or be grateful. Having him open his bedroom up to you feels like a mockery, like he’s showing off everything he’s stolen from you and expecting you to fall to his feet and treat him like some merciful god. But at the same time, you, of all people, aren’t in the place to argue. 

Not when you don’t even have any of this in your current room.

“...Thank you, Adi,” your lips move numbly, and the words tumble from your mouth like stones. They weigh against your conscience, as if the admittance of your gratitude was somehow a stain against your soul. “It’s wonderful.”

“You’ll be sharing with me, of course. But y’know, still better than nothing.” He gestures vaguely around the room with his hand. “Sharing a bed is better than sleeping on the cold floor. Getting to pick out your own clothes from my selection is better than you having to wear whatever I get you.”

He pauses, before he peers at you with fond eyes. It takes everything in you not to visibly shudder underneath his touch. It makes your skin crawl to think that at some point in your life you had been foolish enough to trust him, to hold affection for him, to consider him a friend. 

“And above all, you’ll have me to keep you company regularly. You won’t be so alone.”

When did this nightmare start? When had you turned into something so weak and pathetic? At what point had you grown too confident in yourself, to lose sight of the predator lurking at the edges, the lone hungry wolf licking its maw in anticipation for its next meal? 

And at what point did you learn to accept it? His fangs against your body, bleeding you dry of any will to retaliate, are just as sharp as ever, disguised under a screen of generosity in hopes that it could lure you into a sense of security. Maybe Adisorn was never the tough wolf you made him out to be. He never considered this sadistic farce to take place on equal grounds.

In his mind, you needed him. You couldn’t make it out there all on your own. You couldn’t take care of yourself, couldn’t understand the workings of the cruel world evolving around you. You needed someone to guide you in the right direction, to become the guardian angel you didn’t realize you needed, to love you in the way you had once loved him.

You needed him to take care of you. To scoop you up in his arms. To lavish his affection onto. You were never a capable, human counterpart in his eyes. Even from when you first laid eyes on him in your small town, he saw you for who you truly were. No better than a helpless, mewling kitten, calling out to him to be taken, to be loved. 

To be housebroken.

x

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

Hi. Adisorn nation here, with a national decree: picture him being all cute in that horror tinged way watching us sleep/unconscious >.>

That is all. Have a lovely day your writing is superb

STARRY NIGHT!

❤︎ being near you always makes adisorn feel so giddy with happiness. ❤︎ adisorn moore x gn reader ❤︎ wc: 2k ❤︎ content warning(s): yandere, stalking, breaking and entering, being observed while asleep, written before full game release/based on adisorn as portrayed in the free demo ❤︎ adisorn moore is from the game online obsession being developed by sourmiiiilk

The inside of your apartment is even cuter in person. 

And Adisorn Moore has always dreamt of finally being able to see your living space with his own very two eyes. He’s only ever seen bits and pieces of your abode before he moved into your city. It was nothing more than tiny peeks that would come through with pictures you’d message him. Your bathroom mirror. Your PC setup. Before and after pictures of you setting up Strawberry Paws merch.

The darkness of the late hour provides a perfect shadowy cover as he slowly enters your apartment. He mentally thanks the landlord for finally renovating your floorboards. Now he doesn’t have to worry about them creaking and potentially waking you up while Adisorn freely prowls around your space. You’re asleep, blissfully ignorant to the blatant breach of your safe haven, probably snoring away without a care in the world in your bedroom. It took Adisorn weeks and weeks of analyzing your text patterns to get a pretty solid grasp of your sleep schedule, and it makes him proud to see his analysis become quite the useful asset. He’s always been surprisingly analytical despite how impulsive and intrusive his thoughts about you can get. He’s a big believer in the details: everything he’s ever needed has always been found in breaking down the smallest clues. 

But first things first, he has business. As lovely as it would be to break into your apartment so the noble reason of simply stalking you, Adisorn couldn’t be so heartless. He’s a guest, and the golden rule of going to places that weren’t his was to leave it better than he found it. He took that to heart, especially when it came to you.

The kitchen is the first room he comes across. The smell of your fragrant dinner still lingers in the air, and Adisorn amuses himself for a second with the thought of you hunched over some vegetables and playing around with your choice of seasonings. How cute. Maybe in the future, he’ll make an effort to try to cook together with you. 

Nothing in the immediate vicinity of the small kitchen catches his attention, so he wraps a big hand around the fridge handle and carefully peels it open. The old machine whirs to life with a mechanical hum, but to his luck, it’s quiet enough that it won’t wake you up. Inside is a pretty modest selection: some leftovers, a few insignificant drinks, ingredients from your last grocery haul, and a handful of sauce. 

He eyes them over. The leftovers look like they’ll last you for the rest of the week. The drinks are unopened, and the printed expiry dates aren’t for a long while. The ingredients also don’t look like they’ll cause you any issues, but he makes a mental note to keep an eye on you to make sure you actually cook with them instead of letting them spoil in the fridge.

The sauces, though, were deserving of his attention. The mayo bottle looks like it could use some care, and once Adisorn flips it over in his hands, the expiry date is far sooner than expected. Two days. 

He makes a face before carefully setting it back. He closes the fridge door and pulls out his phone to write a note to himself. 

“The mayo in your fridge will expire tomorrow.”

This will be his gift to you. He’ll print it out on a white sheet of paper and slip it into your mail while you’re out at school and your neighbors are gone, and you’ll be saved from the trouble of an upset stomach. Wasn’t he so considerate? Adisorn thinks he deserves a reward for being such a vigilant caretaker, albeit one that you never asked for. You seem appreciative of his little tips since you don’t throw them out and heed them fairly seriously. That simple fact in it of itself is enough of an incentive for him to think that you want him to continue. 

He steps away from the kitchen and towards the narrow hallway towards your bedroom. As tempted as he is to go through your living room and laundry area, his hankering tonight runs a little bit deeper. Swiping small trinkets was fun at first, but it’s starting to lose its novelty. Especially when Adisorn knows that nothing but a few thin walls separates you two. If he was brave enough, daring enough, twisted and fucked up enough, he could breach the final walls of defense you’ve put up and stake his claim by your side even during the wee hours of the night.

His heart thumps like the tolling of distant church bells as his feet pad silently through the expanses of your apartment. Soon enough, he’s standing face-to-face with your door, and he feels a rush of giddiness so pure that it makes him dizzy. Beyond that flimsy door, you would be there. Unsuspecting of the fact that he’s been breaking into your apartment for a while, unsuspecting of the fact that the man you’ve come to slowly trust is standing just a few mere feet away from you, basically hyperventilating with joy at the thought of creeping on you while you sleep.

There’s no more time for him to waste. The minutes that tick by while he snoops around your house are precious, and he won’t let this chance slip by his fingers. Not when he’s this close. Not when you’re this close.

He reaches out and wraps a scarred hand around the round handle of your bedroom door. With practiced expertise, he turns it, and the door silently gives way to open up. Like a lone wolf stalking its oblivious prey, he slinks inside. There’s no light in your room, save for the ambient glow of some of your electronics, but it casts the perfect shadow across his face. Your room is warm, and every inch of open space is decorated with Strawberry Paws. How cute. He hopes he’s ruined your perception of the video game character by associating himself so deeply with her in your mind, and he hopes that with time, he’ll be the only one on your mind. 

Your room smells like you. Like warmth and goodness, like something he wants to melt straight into. He wishes he could bottle the scent up and keep it with him forever. The better solution might be to straight up take you instead, and then he could bury himself in your scent as much as he’d like.

Speaking of you… 

There you were. Buried into your sheets, resting blissfully, completely unaware of the man looming above you, your eyelids were closed as the soft cadence of your breathing filled the room. You look so innocent, so incapable of any kind of wrongdoing, unlike everything he’s done to get to this point. 

Adisorn thinks you’re breathtakingly beautiful in every sense of the word. The gentle curve of your lips has his thoughts going blank. He could watch the rise and fall of your chest forever, entranced by the perfect rhythm of your breathing. Even your small eyelashes make his palms feel sweaty. You look so fragile sleeping in your bed, like even the slightest gust of wind would sweep you away from him. To think that something so simple and everyday would have him fawning over you… He has it bad, and he’s in it deep. 

Adisorn’s heart jumps inside of his chest. There’s no other way to describe the rush that goes to his head, the pure joy he gets out of peering down at your sleeping form like a creep. This has to be love. There’s no other word that feels appropriate, that feels right to fully encapsulate the complexity of emotions swirling all throughout his body. It’s okay for him to do this, he reasons to no one in particular, because he’s doing this for you. He’s doing this in the name of love. He’s keeping you safe like he should.

It would be so easy for him to reach out a quivering hand and touch you, but he can’t do it. Not when he’s such a far cry from what you deserve. You should have a good man in your life, someone whole and someone who doesn’t taint your very presence simply by existing. It’s a stark reminder of how much more grueling work Adisorn needs to do. He needs to be better, to hide all the imperfections that he’s so sure you’d hate, to become the person you need him to become. For now, he can enjoy this distance as it exists. 

His breathing keeps picking up, and he can’t help but let the most lovestruck grin stretch out across his face. His hands shake as he presses them against his face, fighting the urge to let out a trembling laugh. He’s just so happy right now. Getting to see you at your weakest, getting to see you in the flesh, is making his mind and body go haywire. How long had he dreamt of this? Of turning the pixels and numbers on his screen into a real body of flesh and blood? This was exhilarating to the young man. He wants more. Learning about you wasn’t enough to quench his thirst, and breaking into your home wasn’t enough to satisfy his appetite. 

He needs you. Wholly. Entirely. Completely. 

His stolen reward for tonight has been good enough for him. He shouldn’t test his luck here, not like this. He doesn’t want to imagine all of his hard work crumbling before him if you happened to wake up and discover him lingering in your room. Seeing you this close is bound to tide him over for the time being, until something or other brings the two of you together again, on more “natural” terms. Then he can amp up his game and fully win you over in the way you would probably expect him to. 

Before he leaves though, Adisorn takes one good, last look at your resting face. What he wouldn’t give to be able to hold you in your arms! Just the thought makes his chest feel warm: the vision of you, in love with him, crawling into his embrace at the end of the day, falling asleep with your head on his chest, ear right above his fluttering heartbeat. The domestic bliss, the trust, the love makes something inside of his heavy limbs stir, as if just thinking about you is enough to breathe life into him. 

He promises to come back for you. This is his promise to you. He’ll always keep you safe, make sure you’re loved, albeit on his terms, but you will never go uncherished. You’re like a drug to him. He can try all he wants to act as if you don’t affect him, but he feels like he’s fiending for your company, for just a little bit more of your attention, to take up more space in your life.

His footsteps are quiet but heavy as he sneaks back through your house, trying to commit as much of it as he can to his memory. His getaway is perfect, and not a soul is in sight as he sneaks out of your building and back out onto the sleeping city’s streets. The streetlights glimmer like diamonds in the corners of his eyes as he lets out a dreamy sigh. In his mind, he’s still in your room, watching over you, utterly entranced by just how sweet you could be even when unconscious.

When he raises his head, Adisorn can make out distant snowflakes cascading down from the midnight ink-colored night sky. They sparkle and wink at him as they dance around him, dotting his red hair and the fur of his green parka. If he indulges himself and squints his eyes hard enough, they resemble the distant stars that are hidden away by the slumbering clouds. 

And they seem to shine so, so brightly tonight.

x

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

HOLD MY HAND!

❤︎ is it weird of you to be so fascinated with adisorn's hands? ❤︎ adisorn moore x gn reader ❤︎ wc: 1k ❤︎ content warning(s): yandere (no mention of yandere in fic content though), reader has hands that are smaller than adisorn's/generally implied to be smaller in stature than adisorn, written before full game release/based on adisorn as portrayed in the free demo ❤︎ adisorn moore is from the game online obsession being developed by sourmiiiilk

Adisorn Moore believes you to be the pretty one, but you think he’s drop-dead gorgeous.

The first time you met him, you couldn’t tear your eyes off of him. Granted, you were scared of all the way things might go wrong when meeting up with your online friend, but after some chit chat got the initial awkwardness out of the way, you couldn’t help but observe just how good-looking Adisorn is. 

He’s so… big. It makes your heart flutter like crazy if you think about it too long. His shoulders are so broad, and his chest even broader. Even underneath his bulky parka, you can tell that he has well-toned arms. He’s not the tallest man you’ve met, but something about him makes him look taller than he actually is and it has your head spinning. It’s like there’s some kind of biological pull you feel towards him, like it’s written down in fine print somewhere in your DNA that can explain why your stomach does flips whenever you stare at Adisorn’s face for a little bit too long.

And his hands.

God, his hands. 

Your initial thoughts when he places his hands on the diner table were that they were big, just like the rest of him. But then your blasted brain just had to go off and wander, your curious eyes tiptoeing over the back of his hands. You can’t help it. Just as much as you had been curious about your friend, you had grown to admire him the same. The back of his hands had scars scattered all over them, just like his face, and for a split second, every part of your body lurches forward with an overwhelming singular need.

You want to touch his hands. You want to touch him so badly.

You barely hold yourself back. It’s rude to touch him without your permission, and secondly, you’re taken aback at how uncharacteristically you’re acting. You swear you’re not a creep and nothing more than a run-of-the-mill university student, but your stomach burns with shame at the thought that your first thought at seeing Adisorn’s hands was to try and take them into your own.

You shove your gaze down into your lap. You curl your hands into small fists on top of your thighs in hopes that doing so will physically stop you from acting out like you nearly just did. You’re praying Adisorn hasn’t noticed your weird behavior and doesn’t think you’re some inept freak that’s preyed on his attention for the past eight months.

“So…,” his deep voice finally has you tearing your gaze away from your legs and finally up towards his face. The ghost of a smile dangles off of his outstretched lips, and you can feel another round of heat flushing underneath your face. His fingers are curled around the laminated menu, and he angles it so that you can take a look at the selections as well. “You’re the regular here. What do you recommend?”

You lean towards the menu, acting as if you haven’t memorized every single line by heart at this point, only for your eyes to fall upon his fingertips pointing at the various items that’s caught Adisorn’s attention.

And your stupid mind goes blank all over again. 

What you wouldn’t do to have Adisorn hold your hands. You wonder if his skin will feel warm against yours and what it would feel like to feel his big fingers interlaced with yours. You can’t help wondering what kind of magic his hands can conjure up if he’s so skilled at maining Strawberry Paws. You feel a little bashful at the thought of him at his computer, fingertips gliding across a keyboard as he works his magic and carries you through the ranks of your beloved game.

“Hello? Spacing out? Staring at me again?” He waves his hand in front of your blank face, and you noticeably jerk against the back of the diner booth chair as you snap back to life. He raises an eyebrow at you as if to ask silently what was going on. “C’mon, doll… Can’t tear your eyes off of me? D’you really think I’m that handsome?”

You fight the urge to swat at him playfully, and your cheeks burn with heat. Ugh, this was so embarrassing! Your own weird growing crush on him aside, you can’t believe that you’d be so shameless to let your imagination run wild like that, and you can’t believe that you’d let your guard down enough to let a stranger notice how off-putting you’re being.

“Sorry- Had a moment,” you try to cover it up. “Um… Let’s go with my regular order. This one right here.”

The grin on Adisorn’s face doesn’t waver for a second, but he plays along with you. You try to simmer down the panic inside of your chest as Adisorn waves down a waitress, and before you know it, your orders are brought out before you. Despite your earlier fumble, you still keep an eye on Adisorn for his reactions to the food. All the glasses and food that looked so big in your hands look like miniatures in Adisorn’s hands, and the sheer difference in your hand sizes has you frantically gulping down some water. 

You can’t help but feel a little giddy. You know that this is just the beginning and that your story with Adisorn is only beginning, but you really couldn’t have asked for anything better. He’s so charming and kind, and your fascination with him only seems to be growing with each passing minute. You can’t wait to see what kind of person he is, and while you don’t know how long your night with him will last, you’re sure that as you both start opening up to each other, you’ll find a way to endear yourself to him like you once did when you were nothing more than a virtual friend.

And maybe, just maybe… If the timing is right and the mood is set, you’ll work up the courage and ask to hold his hand.

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