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Once again giving my sincerest apologies, but the hyperfixation has died and I will now be fully working on my main blog.

This was nice as it gave me the creative kick I needed to get back into the swing of things again, and I thank all who came along with me on this silly little fandom journey. Fear not, I will leave everything up to be enjoyed into the future! Who knows, I may return when the spark ignites again c:

Thank you for all the support!

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Wish I was being cuddled with little tickles up and down my sides ♡

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finally got a half baked doodle out of my s/i x djmm but that scene where he's checking out the chip on the back of their neck

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I forgot to mention! I will be taking a small hiatus. I do not know when I will come back, but content will be slow, and most likely only blurbs of self ship content for a while. I am refocusing on my main blog again. I apologize for the inconvenience. 💜

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Low Battery

Sun X Reader

A/N: this is not beta read i am baked as hell please forgive me.

Inspired by a tiktok from TheBeanQueen

Description: Sunny is a silly little bot and refuses to charge hims damn battery.

Tags: fluff, gn!reader, daycare!reader, established relationship, haha funnee joke

Word Count: 989

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You never thought that robots could be overworked. Not until today. Today had disproven that thought. How? Sunny was the hard evidence. 

Your poor, not-so-little robot boyfriend had been hard at work since the early hours of the morning. He and Moon never got a chance to take a moment’s rest and recharge between interactions, leading to the current situation before you now. The low battery light flashed on the back of Sun’s head, and he outwardly showed it too. He was at ten percent battery at best, but there was an even higher chance he was lower than that, with rapidly depleting life too. It wouldn’t be long before he powered down. 

Once you had cleaned up any stray toys in the way, you made your way over to Sun with a concerned expression and stood before him. He currently sat on the floor against the wall with his pupils nearly taking up the entire space on the LED screens he had for eyes. He definitely needed to go and charge. Exhaustion had never looked so real on a robot. 

“Sunny, sweetie, you’re low battery. You should really go and recharge.” You spoke gently.

Sun snapped out of his spacey state of mind when he heard your voice and focused his gaze on you. He truly hadn’t noticed you were there until you spoke. A grin widely spread on his face now that he was aware of your presence, giggling like a fool before he dragged you close to his body.

“_____~! You’re here~!” He hummed, voice glitching a little. 

“Sunny, I’ve always been here. We work together.” You giggled. 

“Oh! You’re right.” He snorted. “What’d you say to me before? I can’t ‘member.” 

“You need to charge.”

“NoOoOoO! I don’t wanna! Charging means I need to leave you!” He then whined, hugging you even tighter  like a vice.

“Sun! P-please, I’m still human! Need air!” You choked.

This caused the animatronic to groan, moan, and whine all in one go before he threw open his arms to let you free. While you gasped for air, Sun tipped over onto the floor and began to push himself across it with his feet, very much like a toddler throwing a tantrum. He pushed his way through blocks, bins, and toys of all sorts, remaking the mess you just cleaned up with his fit. It was almost like he was intoxicated by his fatigue, mumbling and grumbling while he went all around the daycare. 

“My god… He’s gone loopy.” 

You watched him go for a little while longer before he came back to you. He tried to give you a sweet look to sucker up to you, but you simply crossed your arms and looked down at him with a firm expression. 

“Sunny. You need to charge.” You stated once more. 

“No.”

The giant bot then grabbed you again, forcing you down onto the soft padded flooring with him where he trapped you with his head in your lap. He was beyond stubborn today.

“Sunny! You’re gonna shut down. I can’t carry you up to your charging station!” You argued once more.

“TooOOoO bad. I will perish here.” 

With a little glitch in his voice, Sun did exactly as he said. Using the last of his power to smirk at you, he powered down on your lap, eyes going white and effectively trapping you there while he got his way. You groaned now that he was down, having to accept your fate. You had no choice but to call parts and services now. A cable would be needed to charge your stubborn ray of sunshine from one of the nearby generators.

“Hey, P&S, bring up one of those charging cables that work with the daycare generators. I’m in a bit of a situation here. Yeah, thanks. That’d be great. See ya in a sec.” You called over your fazwatch. 

The team was quick to get on it. Your good coworker Chad was the one to do the delivery and save you from your fate. He came up with a giant smirk on his face as usual, waltzing on over to where you sat with Sun.

“Lovely to see you again _____. Your boyfriend still being as stubborn as ever?” He asked.

“Indeed he is. Quite dumb too, might I add.” You sighed, gesturing to the weight on your lap. 

“Heh. At least you’re aware.” He snorted. “Alright, I’ll get him a charge boost so you can get outta here.”

“Thanks.”

Chad connected the cord he brought to Sun’s charging port and ran the rest of it over to the generator. After a quick startup Sun started to receive power again. It wouldn’t be long before he finally had enough power to boot up again and let you up. When Chad walked back over to you, you shot a grateful glance up at him and sighed. 

“Thank you again. He was real adamant that he stay with me instead of charging.” You chuckled. “I’ll stay here until he boots up. He’ll definitely be disoriented when he comes to.”

“Hah, you really are the perfect match for him.” Chad remarked. “Anyway, glad to be of service. You can just coil up the cord and put it behind the security desk when you’re done.”

You nodded, and Chad took his leave. Thinking about how he said you were perfect for Sun, you agreed, happy that others could even notice how happy the two of you were. The silly Sun was still a mess to deal with though, so you leaned back and rested a hand atop his head, waiting for him to gain enough of a charge to wake up again. He seemed to rest easy in your lap, even though he wasn’t booted up. Any time he was with you he looked like that though. He really loved you. That was the only explanation. 

“You silly, silly fool. Charge next time.” 

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Admiration

Moon X Reader

A/N: see told u i had an idea. throws it at y'all

Description: Moon admires you oh so much. He just wishes he had more time to spend doing said admiring. Well, when there is no time, you make some. Even if it goes against your schedule.

Tags: fluff, cuddling, fem!reader, programmer!reader, established relationship

Word Count: 870

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All you wanted to do was finish the job you had your mind set on right now. Unfortunately, a certain someone was making that a little more difficult than it needed to be. Moon of course, being the grand lunk he was, loomed over you as you worked. You tried your best to ignore him while you wrote your lines of code, but the glow of his eyes over your shoulder slowly began to make it harder and harder to do. For a bot that most were scared of, he was incredibly lovey. Only with you of course. You were his special someone.

You let out little grunts of protest every time he changed which shoulder he hung over to let him know you were trying to take your job seriously, but he soon got bored of waiting for you to finish. As slowly as he could, Moon tried to sneak you into his lap, gently sliding you out of the chair you sat on whenever you looked like you wouldn’t notice. The moment your right leg left the chair though, you knew what he was up to. With a sigh you turned to face him, and he froze up in an attempt to look inconspicuous or like he was doing anything else but try to drag you from your work. 

“Moon, I know what you’re doing.” You sighed. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, starlight.” He denied.

“Moonie, I love you, but I really have to get this done. This is part of an update you’re going to be receiving too, y’know.”

“Tsk, and I really have to spend some time admiring your beauty. My job is just as important as yours~” He insisted, knowing he’d been caught. 

“What? You like staring at me that much huh?” You teased. 

“I do~”

“Hah, weirdo.” 

“Oh how rude! You will be punished for that now. I can’t let you get away with that~” He told you, now fully giving up on his facade. 

Moon wasted no time and scooped you up out of your chair and into his arms. Despite your yelp, he held you close in bridal style and carried you out of your office, ignoring all your protests.

“Moon! C’mon, they’re gonna fire me if I don’t get that done!” You tried to argue.

“First of all, they can’t. You’re the head programmer. You’re the reason this place even stays together, so they can’t fire you. Second of all, I know damn well that code isn’t due until the end of the month. You always overwork yourself, starlight.” He argued back. 

“... s-so?”

“And third of all, if anyone higher up tries to make you leave, they’ll have to get through me first~” He cackled.

“Moon please don’t threaten management.” You sighed. 

“I don’t hear you telling me that it wouldn’t though~” He hummed. 

“... Ugh, fine, you’re right. I am working on it earlier than I should be, and they absolutely cannot fire me. You  are painfully correct about that one. They can’t afford to get rid of me.” You finally agreed. 

“Seeee~? That’s my girl~. I’m glad you know your worth.” He praised as he carried you back through the daycare doors. 

“Moon stooop!” You whined, pressing a hand to your head. “I don’t handle praise well dummy.”

“That’s half the fun though~. You’re so cute when you’re flustered, my sweet moonbeam.” He hummed. “I will admire you as much as I please, and you can’t stop me!”

Moon threw himself down into a pile of foam blocks with you, earning yet another yelp from the inertia. Once he settled within the foam, he cradled you sweetly, his fans kicking into high gear; so much that it almost sounded like purring. He was indeed quite happy to have you with him, so perhaps it wasn’t too bad of an idea to halt your project for now. 

“You need to appreciate yourself a little more, starlight. So, until you do, I’ll be here to do it for you. And to make sure you don’t overwork yourself. You do that too much.” Moon mumbed.

“Oh Moon…”

“Don’t ‘oh Moon’ me, you little devil. Let me admire you in peace. Let me stay with you until the dawn, because I’m sick of losing your attention to another computer.” He admitted, his pupils flickering to the shape of little hearts. 

“Oh come now. You’re not another computer. You’re my dearest Moon; nothing and no one could ever compare to you.” You sighed, settling against his chest. “You are indeed right though. I don’t have to finish that code right now. I’ll stay here with you, silly.”

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear~” He hummed. 

Moon purred happily once he heard your words, pulling you up to smother you with as many kisses as he possibly could. It wasn’t long until you were a giggling mess, his hands having done as much admiring as his eyes had. Both of you snuggled up close amidst the piles of foam bricks, exchanging kisses and cuddling until fatigue washed over you. A little nap wouldn’t hurt, so you took one without second thought, happily wrapped in Moon’s arms. 

“Rest easy, starlight. You deserve it.”

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moon, playing dumb, eventually giving up once you call him out and immediately harrassing you for snuggles like the big grumpy cat he is

yes this is good. v good. like this a lot.

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It’s nowhere close to being finished and the proportions are off, but have a lil WIPsy-doodle. I’m in the process of lining and editing it but the fiancé is home and it’s hard to doodle my guilty pleasure selfship when I’m actively hiding it from him lmao

I’m planning on maybe tilting his head down a bit like he’s looking down on her and debating on if I’m making his nose stick out of not (if I do that it’ll look like he’s poking out her eye unless I fix the posing idk)

Enjoy my self indulgent selfship doodles~

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Also side note but I'm sorry for not physically drawing more sun and moon

I hate the way I draw them so much and I erase their face at least 7 times before I settle half the time, that is if I settle at all.

It's mid and I hate it ;w;

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Will probably never finish this so have the sketch LOL

I call it: Cin's pissed and needs lorge BF's hand to feel better

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don't mind me organizing my shit-

im tryna fix it before i get riggity rekt tonight jeez. the vodka is calling me

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DJMM X Cin Master List

DJ's Got Them Falling In Love Index

The Softer Side of Things:

Emotion

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Emotion

The Softer Side of Things

A/N: This is a little side series I'm starting for the soft, cute things that go on with Cin and DJMM behind the scenes. Enjoy if you care to~ - This is my birthday gift to me <3 [April 6]

Description: Cin has many bad days, and heals them with music. Now, they have DJ though, which opens up a door to comfort that had been closed for far too long.

Tags: fluff, rooftop at sunset vibes, oc x canon, personal emotions blah blah blah

Word Count: 2771

Song of reference: With U

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Yet another rotten day. That was sadly the norm though, but most people wouldn’t know or realize that. For Cin, almost every day had a long period of disdain and emptiness they had to trudge through. That’s just how their life was. It wasn’t anyone elses concern though, so despite the void growing inside of them, they continued to act as if there was nothing wrong. It was easier to manage that way. Couldn’t really work efficiently if people were constantly worrying about them, so every minute in other’s presence was spent trying to hide the internalized pain that ate at their soul. It’s not like conventional methods would help them anyway.

That shitty feeling persisted still as closing time neared for the rest of the Pizzaplex. Luckily there weren’t too many people around to encounter, so Cin could freely get started on the one thing they knew would ease that heavy feeling in their soul: playing music. Yes, actually playing. Mixing on a DJ stand was one thing, but physically picking away at an instrument had a much deeper connection with Cin, and that’s what they wanted to do right now. There was only one appropriate place to do this, and that was the roof, so that was where they headed.

Up on the fourth floor past the west arcade there was a storage closet dedicated to instruments, kind of like a tiny music room. It was mostly replacement guitars for the Glamrocks, but Cin had permission to store their own instruments here too considering the sheer amount of time they spent at the Pizzaplex. Pianos, brass instruments, and different tools for percussion could be found here now as well thanks to Cin participating in the collection of instruments. It would come in handy at a time like this.

Cin looked over the walls lined with trumpets, saxophones, and guitars of all sorts, finally settling on their own personal electric guitar on the far side. There was a strange urge to play the saxophone as well though, so they decided to grab a small cart and start piling things on it that they would need for this little one-on-one music session with themselves. An amp, a wireless speaker, the guitar, the sax, a loop pedal, a tablet, and a few other cords and small things that they would need to help set up and wind down. Thank god there was an elevator to the roof right next to the stairs.

“Mmm, should be sunset by now I think…” Cin muttered to themselves, checking their Fazwatch.

It was nearly eight, which was the prime time around this time of year for sunset. Golden hour was on, so Cin took hold of the cart and shoved it on over to the elevator to ride up to the roof; the only place where they could form a peaceful atmosphere to be at ease in. It was a short ride, dragging the cart out into the small enclosed area before pushing open the doors to the roof where warm setting sunlight spilled out across the span of concrete. From this high up, Cin could see everything obstruction free, and it was a sight they would never get tired of. They exhaled deeply, already feeling at ease just being there.

Cin got straight to work, finding an outlet on the roof near the ledge to plug everything into. They left the sax in its case for now, but got the amp and tablet all set up for some jazzy loops. It didn’t take long at all, and soon they sat on the raised ledge of the roof with their foot on the amp, strumming some chords to get the sound and volume right. Once satisfied, they turned to the tablet and picked a smooth beat and backing track to play along to, the sweet sounds reverberating out from the speaker for their pleasure.

“Music is the only thing that will ever heal me…” They muttered to themselves.

As the beat began to play, Cin reached into their pocket and pulled out a dab pen for a quick hit. It was some strong stuff, so it only took a few seconds before a high washed over them and any previous anxieties melted away. They felt loose, free, and let their soul take over functionality and feeling instead of their brain. Without any further grumblings, they turned up the backing track volume and began to play.

It was simple at first, just laying out a few chords here and there. With the help of the loop pedal their chords and rhythms were maintained at the push of a button, allowing them to play the next part while adding and removing melody as they pleased. All Cin saw was the blissful orange and pink glow of the sun against the clouds in a slowly darkening sky, and all they felt was the sound of the music being created on the fly with no base. Everything was by their hand, and that rotten day slowly began to melt away with the sun. All that mattered was the emotion that they put into every string they plucked in this moment alone.

Except… They weren’t alone for long. Everyone was supposed to still be closing up, but the exception seemed to be DJ every single time. Cin thought he would’ve been in sleep mode, or getting a bit of maintenance. Instead, he roamed free, all the way to the roof. He had actually been looking for them because he picked up on their mood through the chip. It was a recent installation they had put through to give him and only him permissions to know where they were and how they were feeling if it was too abnormal. They trusted him, and he was honoured to be granted with that knowledge.

When Cin’s mood stabilized, he simply had to know what they had done to go from deep sorrow to mellow, and also why they didn’t come to him at all. He was curious, which led him to where he stood now after having quietly pushed open the door to the rooftop. The sound of music gave him a hint, but once he saw Cin completely encapsulated with their song he knew how they had healed. It was wonderful and rare to catch them actually playing instead of DJing. He couldn’t help but silently watch for a while, fearing that if he disturbed them they’d stop playing. Fixated on the way their fingers plucked strings and switched on and off tracks with the loop function, he accidentally sighed, finding himself lost as well in the way that they played. That sigh broke his cover and startled Cin. Looks like he couldn’t keep quiet for long. It was hard when it was them.

Cin’s fingers clawed up a little and played a succession of funny notes when they tensed up, lifting their vision from the strings to the door. Luckily they only saw DJ, so they let out a long breath of relief and turned off all the loops and backing track to properly speak.

“Good lord, you always manage to startle me.” They chuckled dryly. “You even managed to fuck up my rift. How… are you even up here? I thought there’d be limitations for how far animatronics can travel within the Plex?”

“Ah, you got me~. Sorry, I heard music and simply followed it to the source.” DJ admitted. “I can actually go anywhere I please. There’s not many restrictions left on us with the new management, so coming up here is perfectly acceptable.”

“Y’know, that makes a lot of sense. That would be pretty dumb if you couldn’t even go outside once in a while.” Cin nodded.

“We always come back to charge. No need to leash us like a dog.”

“True that! I’m glad this place treats everyone the same~” Cin laughed.

“So...” DJ paused, approaching Cin. “Are you doing alright now? Don’t bother hiding it, unless you forgot you gave me permission to access your mental state whenever I get worried.”

“Hah, no, I didn’t forget. I’m just… used to dealing with my shit myself. To answer your question, I’m still not entirely alright. I’m in the middle of healing right now.”

“Would talking about it help?”

“... You know, for once, yeah. Talking might actually help.” Cin nodded, leaning the guitar against the ledge.

DJ sat down on the ground next to the amp without a word and took off his glasses so he could look up at them with sincerity. He wanted them to know he was listening to everything they said. They deserved to be heard. Cin looked like they weren’t sure if they should start now though, so he nodded at them to continue and propped himself up with all hands to be open and receptive.

“Alright. Well, there is no reason why I feel like this. It’s just a normal state of being. I get down in the dumps completely unprovoked, and I’ve come to accept that’s something I’m going to feel. I try to stop it before I slip into numbness by playing music. It always works, it just takes some time.” They stated.

“Not to sound rude but, why don’t you ask anyone to help you stop feeling that way?” DJ asked.

“It’s not rude, don’t worry.” Cin laughed. “The problem with that is in the past, people have never heard me out. No one wanted to help me, they just wanted help from me. I was everyone’s therapist who wasn’t allowed to have problems. I was annoying. I’ve been denied so many times it’s easier to just heal myself. I don’t need anyone. No one gets upset from my bad days anymore, so it’s better for everyone.”

“Well… I wouldn’t say everyone…” DJ mumbled.

“Hmm?”

“I wanna help. I understand where you’re coming from, but you have me now, you know that right? My only life concern is whether or not I make it to my charger in time. I’d like to think I can handle my beautiful partner when they’re feeling down. You wouldn’t be annoying to me in the slightest.” He offered.

He stared up at them with little hearts taking over his pupil shape. He couldn’t really control it, so they knew he was being genuine. Cin slowly started to smile, and in his presence, realized that they could actually try that option for once.

“You know, I think I might take you up on that offer.” They grinned. “I’ve never had someone to go to, so if you’ll allow me to, I’ll seek you for comfort instead of isolating myself as usual.”

“That’s what I like to hear~” He hummed with a smile, bringing up two hands to rest his chin on.

“In that case, would you like to play some music with me while we’re up here? The sun is still setting and it’s perfect for more emotionally charged jam sessions~”

“Gee, I thought you’d never ask.”

“I’m very grateful you came up here now.” Cin laughed. “Here, you take my guitar. I brought a saxophone up with me on a whim, so I’ll play that. You have the honors of finding a good backing track to play along with while I put this bad boy together!”

“Ah, how you spoil me~” He jested.

Dj reached over and started to scroll through some beats on the tablet while Cin hopped off the ledge and grabbed the case for the alto sax. It only took a couple minutes to put it together, and by then DJ had found a suitable backing track for him and slowly raised the volume again.

“Nice choice. It’s a good vibe.” Cin nodded, straightening the mouthpiece.

“I like to think I have good taste.” Dj chuckled.

He started to strum a melody along with the beat he chose, a nice smooth 70 bpm being the guiding tempo. That was Cin’s resting heart rate, so it would definitely be a good one to keep them calm. After listening to the rhythm of the guitar for a moment, Cin hooked the sax onto the neck strap and started to play a leading melody over top of him, fully tying the piece together. They leaned back against the ledge again and relied solely on the atmosphere to play the next notes.

Everything luckily blended together with ease, like an extension of themselves communicating on levels no one else would understand. There was something special about making music together with someone, and this moment was perfect enough to have completely lifted all the weight off of Cin’s shoulders. They felt at ease and free, but the uplifting feeling had only just begun.

To their surprise, midway through the song, DJ had started to sing. It wasn’t anything deep, just some humming, oo’s, and ah’s, but the manner in which he strung the notes together as they fell from his lips added a wonderful leading accent to the song that even drew Cin out from their deep focus. They continued to play, but their eyes were fixated on DJ who was currently staring at the strings of their guitar, lost in the moment just as much as they were only minutes before. There was passion in the way he sang, and Cin’s cheeks went bright red as they watched him. They nearly fumbled a note a couple times from how intently they stared, but kept it together long enough for a mutual falloff point to be reached.

Once both of them had ceased playing and DJ faded the track out, he finally noticed their stare that had remained firm. Even as Cin gently put the sax back down in its case they still looked at him, long enough for him to get a little nervous.

“You… You have a really, really gorgeous singing voice when you don’t put all those tuning filters over it to sound like a talk box.” Cin complimented.

“Well I mean… It’s part of my programming.” DJ played off.

“Mkay and? You’re the one in control. You are captivating. Bring those pretty lips here dammit.”

Cin bent over and grabbed DJ’s face, pulling him over into a kiss. For once he was the one leaning up, totally flustered by Cin’s compliments. His cheeks were quick to glow blue, the rest of his complexion naturally taking on a slightly more pink colour as he heated up. He easily melted into the sensation though, leaning over the guitar and into Cin’s hand as if he were feeling it for the first time. He’d never get tired of this feeling. Not with them.

Once they finally broke apart, Cin stared back into his eyes that all still held a very prominent heart shape within, glowing bright pink. He rested his head in their hand, forcing them to stay right where they were. Who in their right mind would let go of such a cute face?

“Mmm, so, ya feelin’ better?” DJ asked, his tone quite lovesick.

“Much better, yes. You helped more than I expected.” They nodded with a smile.

“That’s good. We gotta keep ya happy like this. Don’t fight your battles alone anymore. Those are my battles now too, y’know.”

“You are… too sweet. If I could melt, I would.” Cin huffed, pressing their forehead to his. “Hey, can you do me a favor and let me have my spot back?”

Cin pointed at the guitar that still sat in his lap, earning a chuckle from him. He did not hesitate to gently slide it off of him and over into its case to free up space for them. Once open Cin made their way into his lap and hugged him tightly, all four arms coming to encase them in one of the most reassuring hugs physically possible.

“I’m glad I’ve got you, ya know that, right?” He said softly as he rested his chin on the top of their head.

“If I didn’t before, I definitely do now. You are more than I deserve.” They mumbled.

“Wrong. You deserve every bit of everything good. Now shush. The sun’s almost gone.”

Cin shifted a little to watch the last slivers of sunlight disappear beneath the horizon, the sky nothing but a dim yellow glow that faded into black. They were completely at peace now, ever grateful to have someone like DJ in their life: a fellow musician that could speak their language and aid their emotions.

Now all they had to do was get those damn instruments back inside. Cleanup could come after a few more minutes of cuddling though. What’s the harm?

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So sorry for the big ol' self indulgent fic im boutta drop later today or tomorrow. It's a present for me uwu

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Waiter/Server AU

Sun/Moon x gn!reader drabble

You’re at a fancy banquet hall for your cousin’s wedding, and the two banquet servers assigned to your table have been especially attentive to you.

There’s an extra strawberry in your champagne during the pre-ceremony invitational hour;

at cocktail hour, they bypass other patrons to get the hot-item hors d’ouvres to you first before everyone else;

they ensure that your glasses are always full of fresh drink, break out the imported vintage wine instead of going for the cheap house wine, and see to it that your appetizer and meal are brought to you promptly.

Anything you ask of them, they bring to you straight away, and always with a smile.

Whenever you hit the dance floor, you feel the force of their gaze on you.

They make idle chatter with you in between courses and dance sets, wondering why you tend to sit out the slow songs, and you explain that you don’t have a plus-one, that you came pretty much alone.

From that point on, they always ensure to hover around your table or in the background, always keeping eyes on you.

During the Viennesse hour, they keep note of which dessert you choose and when you go back for another piece, drat! It seems like someone took the last one.

But, when you return to your table, one of them magically appears with an extra piece of that particular one, beautifully plated specially for you.

They bring you coffee or tea of your preference, and when the night starts to wane towards the end of the reception, they ensure your water glass is filled so you are properly hydrated.

You smile as you tip each of them generously for their wonderful service.

On the way out, you see a to-go station manned by them, and they ensure you have enough after-party and next-day snacks to get you through the next several hours.

Gently, they ask if you drove here yourself but you explain that you’ll be taking the shuttle back to the hotel… room 302.

You slip them a cocktail napkin with your phone number and room number with a wink and a sly, “See you boys later~” before you disappear off into the night.

This drabble brought to you by: I used to work as a banquet server for 5 years. ✨

Also I did a little something different with the formatting of this because it was just one long wall of text. Figured if I broke it up a little it would be easier to understand.

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Twitter Drabble: Speechless

Sun/Moon x Reader fluff~

The original twitter post that inspired this.

Sun and Moon are waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs as you’re getting ready for your date, and they’re such sticklers for being on time because of the importance of keeping to schedule. They’re such a nervous bundle of energy, as they pace back and forth in the foyer waiting, what could be taking so long, you’re all going to be late—

The sound of your footsteps slowly descending the staircase snaps them to attention and they drag their eyes up from the dainty curve of your ankles up the long gauzy fabric of your dress as it sways into view, following the swell of your hips and your arms that are clasped together in nervous expectation as you pause on the third step and wring your hands, waiting for them to do something, say something, but they merely stand there, mesmerized at how beautiful you look and struck dumb at the sight of you all dressed up for them. They reach out their hand to you and you take it as them escort you down the rest of the steps and pull you close, and press their lips to you as they forget the world around you and count their blessings for how lucky they were to call you theirs~

[head-empty-only-sunshine]

I finally finished DJMM's disco attire uwu

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