#soft moony 🌙

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfic - Rings

Words: 993

@wolfstarmicrofic

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Prongs

Moony you need to come get your man, he’s so drunk.

They won’t serve him anymore.

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Moony

🙄🙄 Not my man, Prongs.

On my way. 😘😘

Remus, in his soft pyjama bottoms and one of Sirius’ hoodies, drove into town to the bar the others were at. He had a ridiculous amount of student work to mark so, ignoring Sirius’ protests, he’d opted for a night in. It turned out that marking in an empty house went a lot quicker than marking in a house where Sirius kept interrupting him.

Outside the bar, Sirius was propped up between James and Pete. They eased him into the passenger seat, giggling as he got his bearings.

“Moons!” He looked over at Remus and his whole face lit up. “James, Moony’s here!”

“I see him, Pads.” James smirked, “He’s going to take you home.”

“Oh,” Sirius paused, “Well that sounds lovely.”

Remus glanced back over at James who mouthed. “Tequila.”

“Oh, Pads, not tequila.” He opened the glove compartment and pulled out a plastic bag and a pack of baby wipes, just in case.

“So fucking cute,” Sirius mumbled to himself as he accepted the bag.

“You alright? Need a lift?”

“Nah, Pete and this girl have hit it off so I’m gonna stay and wingman.” James grinned at Pete who looked very smug.

“Can’t wait to hear about it tomorrow.” Remus smiled at them as they waved and headed back inside.

“Wait, are they going back in?” Sirius tried to undo his seatbelt. Remus pulled his hand away before he could figure it out.

“Yeah, but we’re going home.” He said kindly, but firmly. “You had too much, mate.”

Sirius pouted as Remus covered the seatbelt clip with his hand. “Can we go to McDonalds?” He huffed after a few attempts at moving it before Remus laced their fingers together to distract him. “I’ll go home if we can go to McDonalds.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” If Sirius regularly looked at him the way he did when he took his drunk ass to McDonalds, his life would be in danger. “But you’re buying me a McFlurry.”

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Once they got home and finished eating. Remus put the kettle on as Sirius settled on the sofa. When he returned, carrying two mugs, he stopped to look at Sirius.

“You good, Moons?” He opened one eye. Remus shook himself out of it and nodded, handing him a mug. “Thanks. I think I’m quite drunk.”

“Quite?” Remus chuckled, sitting down next to him. “You couldn’t walk up the stairs.”

“That seems like the stairs’ problem.” Sirius waved his hand towards the stairs. He opened his eyes and looked at Remus. He sat cross-legged, facing him. He looked so soft in the glow from the lamp. He crossed his legs and turned fully so they were knee to knee. “I should tell you something, right?”

Remus hesitated. “Well, that’s up to you.”

Sirius tilted his head slightly, regarding him, “Nah, I should tell you.” He took a deep breath. “Moony. Remus.” The hair on Remus’ arms stood on end. “You are… the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” Remus tried to interrupt but Sirius just put a hand on his knee and shook his head, “There’ll be time for questions at the end. You’re… you’re just so Moony! Fuck, I just love you.” He smiled at Remus, eyes slightly out of focus.

“You’re drunk.” Remus hated himself for wanting to pretend this was real. “You should go to bed.”

“Would you come with me?” Sirius looked at him from under his lashes and Remus had to close his eyes to maintain any semblance of self-control. Seizing the moment, Sirius pressed his lips to Remus’, startling him.

“Pads, what the fuck?” Remus put a hand on Sirius’ shoulder as he tried to lean in again. “Hey, stop!”

Sirius just stared at him, looking like a kicked puppy. “But I— I thought…” He mumbled.

“I need you to hear me. You’re drunk. I’m not drunk. And I’m not the kind of person who’d take advantage of you or any other drunken idiot. If you want to talk about this tomorrow when you’re sober, then we can talk about it. But for now, let’s get you to bed.”

Sirius nodded sadly and let Remus help him off the sofa, before grabbing their tea and heading for the stairs. He helped Sirius take off his shirt and jeans and stopped him before he tried to slide his boxers down.

Sirius sat on the edge of the bed as Remus turned to leave. “Moons.” He said softly, twirling one of his rings, before slipping it off. “Put this on, I want you to know that I’m serious. I might be wankered, but I’m so serious.”

“You’re always Sirius.” Remus chuckled as he crouched down in front of him. Sirius slid the twisted gold ring onto the fourth finger on Remus’ left hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckle. “Thank you. Now will you please get into bed?”

Sirius nodded and slipped under the duvet without further protest. Remus watched him toss and turn for a moment before he got comfortable, and then he was asleep. Remus was never jealous of Sirius’ confidence, good looks or money, but the way he could fall asleep instantly had Remus positively green sometimes.

He slipped off Sirius’ hoodie once he was in his room and got into bed. He twisted the ring around his finger for what felt like hours until he fell asleep.

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When he woke up, the first thing he saw was Sirius’ face, inches from his own.

“Morning!” He smiled at Remus, “I made tea.”

Remus sat up slowly, with a groan, “Thanks.”

“So… it’s tomorrow. Well, no, it’s today, but—”

“You remember?” Remus’ heart was pounding in his head as Sirius nodded. “You want to talk about it?”

He nodded again, nervously, as he looked down at Remus’ hand. “Yeah, I think it’s time.”

[dwindlinghaze]

Hi :)) im wondering if you could write a Remus fic with a suuuuper shy!reader? Reader loves him but poor baby can't even look at him omg. Love your fics darling🌙

hi lovelyyy,, thanks for requesting !! yes ofc i could :) i hope you like this !! ☁️🪽🫧🫧

one spoon for two

(remus lupin x reader)

contents : fluffy, shy reader, mentions of twoz book series bcs my ozian ass is obsessed with them😭🙏, not proofread

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it wasn't a secret that you were shy.

you don't talk much. you usually let the others do the talking and you listen. despite your lack of voice, your ears are fully open. which is not so much of a convenience really.

sometimes you worried that your friends get bored of you because you have nothing to say. it's not like you don't care, you do. you just don't quite know the right words to express what you think.

you only talk when it's necessary. when people talk to you first. that's why you've been getting frustrated lately.

sitting on the grass with a book open on your lap, you were focused on the neatly printed pages and illustrations on your book along with the sound of soft winds and dried leaves. well- that was until you saw the infamous marauder, james and sirius trotting on the ground while throwing a snitch at each other to catch.

you don't want to look at them. although every part of you wanted to steal a glance towards the kindhearted marauder, remus lupin.

he's the perfect combination of every good things in the world.

he is smart, funny, witty, caring, and so much more.

it takes everything in you to keep your little pupils away from his face. if you look at him, you were sure you'd blush and that would be embarrassing.

you got up slowly, escaping whatever you're feeling right now.

there he goes, averting his eyes to your moving figure. he frowns a little, knowing that you were quite shy in front of people and prefer being in the company of your own.

"whatcha looking there moony? your girl?" sirius quipped.

"she wouldn't even look at me," he shook his head. he wondered if you knew his feelings and were terrified.

"she's just shy, moony," james said, almost missing the snitch sirius threw.

the next time you were in the same room with him was in potions. you noticed how his hair flops in the prettiest way possible with the perfect shade of golden.

then the next second, he turned his head so you reluctantly look away immediately. thankful that he was turning to look at james and not you.

and god does the universe loves seeing you nervous!

your were partnered up with remus and james to brew a potion together.

the two boys walked towards your table. james skipping like a child while remus tried to keep his cool.

"hey darlin' i will be getting the ingredients yeah, and you and remus can set up the table," james grinned a friendly grin.

you nodded, whispering a 'yeah'. it wasn't loud, but remus heard it just as clear.

as you set up the table, remus tried talking to you, to hopefully get you comfortable and to show that he is a good person.

you didn't need him to do things just to prove he is a good person. you already knew that of course. he is nice to everyone. he's selfless and caring.

"hey, you alright?" he noticed your timid movements.

"yeah, m'fine," you said to him in such a quiet voice. you couldn't look at him, you're too shy to do so.

it was the middle of brewing when your hand brushed his while you were crushing pearls. "sorry," you mumbled.

"no need to apologise..." he frowned, confused as to why you were so... away from here yet you were in the same room. "you sure you're alright?" he continued, reaching for your palms.

he was shocked at himself. he just touched your hand? he's never done that to anyone except his marauders. but he didn't regret it though, your skin was so much softer than his. he felt like he's holding a ball of cotton.

your cheeks turned red when his hand grasped yours. your heart beating twice as fast. "remus, i'm promise im okay...," you answered.

remus squeezed your knuckles, sending a confused look to james in which he returned with a teasing grin that made remus rolled his eyes.

maybe he liked you. well- who's he kidding, of course he does! he saw you almost everyday, and you look so enchanting the entire time.

he thinks your hair is perfect. you styled it in the way that makes your pretty face prettier. your energy (or lack of energy) is cute too. you fumble with your words when people talk to you. and he thinks it's adorable and attractive at the same time.

the way you pushed your hair away from your eyes as you crushed those pearls. it was absolutely angelic.

"i think y/n likes you moons," james said when they were all sprawled on their dorm at the end of the day.

"i think so too" sirius agreed, chuckling as he threw a piece of crumpled up paper.

"me too." he said.

everyone stayed silent after that. mouth wide open. they never thought remus would be so confident saying that someone likes him (although it's not a bad thing, just out of remus' usual self deprecation).

"wha- no!" remus shook his head in disbelief. "i mean i like her too," he corrected shyly, his cheeks flushing.

"we know," the three of them said at the same time and bursted into laughter the next moment.

"it's quite obvious moony!" james said, "especially this morning when you held her hand. you never do that! let alone let us touch your little shoulder."

"it's different!"

"oh we know! you never look at me like you want to kiss my face off but you do look at y/n that way," james said.

"she always steals a millisecond to look at you y'know?" sirius snickered. enjoying the embarrassment his best friend is experiencing currently.

"don't lie, pads. she didn't even look at me the whole potions class," remus sighed.

"she's just shy, moony," sirius rolled his eyes. "if you really really and i mean really feel like you two can work out together, my advice is that you should reach out and talk to her. slowly but surely she'll be less nervous with you!"

and remus took sirius' advice. usually his advices are absurd and obnoxious but sirius has girls and boys falling for him left and right. surely he knows how to treat a girl right?

he saw you sitting at the library one evening. nose buried in your book. the only features he can see are your hair, forehead, and eyebrows.

and they all look pretty. your brows would furrow when you read something weird in the book.

it's hard to compose himself when you were there. just sitting peacefully with no care about the things surrounding you. you weren't even doing anything and he is smitten.

you heard shuffling besides you and you look up almost instantly, meeting a pair of honey green eyes in the colour like a comet in the sky.

you look away immediately, focusing on your book, growing nervous under his stare.

he smiled, "is it okay f'me to sit here?"

"yeah," you replied. you cringed at how short it was. you don't want to come off as rude or cold or anything but it's hard to speak a sentence.

"what're you reading there?" he asked, his voice sweet like candy.

"uh," you flipped your book around, to read off the title. "the road to emerald city of oz," you replied, tilting your chin towards him as you smile gently but still keeping your eyes firmly on the page.

"is it like a series? i heard about the wonderful wizard of oz somewhere," remus replied.

"it is," you nodded. it's hard to read when he's beside you like this. when you're the only thing in his view right now. when you're the only one in his head.

"do you have all the books?" he asked, just wanting to hear voice.

"i do," you finally flickered your eyes at him for a good two seconds before returning them back to your book. you blushed when you look at him. he was radiating comfort and care but you were too much in your feelings. eye contact is your weakness.

"can i borrow them?"

"you want to read them?" you looked at him again, this time a little longer and a little more confused. confused as to why anyone would be interested in what you like.

"why not? don't you like it?" he asked.

"i do," you replied. "i'm on the seventh book," you looked down again.

remus let out a soft chuckle, gazing at you like you're the most precious human being ever.

"huh?" you furrowed your brows. looking at his sweater instead of his face.

"you're so dear you know," he smiled.

your cheeks flushed red at his compliment. you didn't reply. didn't know how to.

"i'll get the book for you," you scrambled out of the library, heading to your dorm to give remus the first book in the series.

while being away from him, you collected yourself, taking deep breaths because he's so breathtaking that close. you've never been this close to him. he smells so good.

you were back in a jiffy, only to find out that remus has scooted more in the middle, making your legs touch when you sit down.

"oh yeah! just like what i heard "the wonderful wizard of oz," he nodded.

"sorry, it's a children's book," you replied in embarrassment, just realising that you were reading a book for children!

"oh i don't mind! i read cringy werewolf romance books and that makes you so much better than me," he laughed, seeing the small smile that appeared on your pretty lips.

the next time he was talking to you this close again was when he finished the first copy of your book. he had finished it in just two days, leaving you in surprise.

he read it so fast so he can find an excuse to spend time with you again. the story was quite alright, but he would not tell that to you.

"hi," he plopped down next to you in the library. same exact spot as last time. "i finished it!" he held up the book.

"oh that's great," you replied, surprised he was sitting here again next to you "did you like it?"

"i loved it! i can't believe the wizard of oz is just an old basic man! not even magic," he huffed childishly, making you giggle.

the sound is simply spa music to his ears.

"what's your favourite character?" remus asked.

"glinda."

"oh the witch... from the south?"

"yeah," you replied.

"next book?" he questioned.

you had it in your bag, ready to give it to him anytime. "i've got it here," you pulled it out.

remus smiled as your fingertips brushed past his in a quick incandescent touch.

this routine continued so and so until he noticed a few changes within yourself. you weren't that shy nor timid anymore. you still couldn't hold eye contact with him for more than five seconds but that's alright for him.

during those five seconds he is sure he has fallen in love. he couldn't help it. you're his crush since forever, it's bound to happen.

"hey, i finished glinda of oz!" remus cheered, putting down the book on his lap as he took in your appearance.

this was not at the dark library that shadows off your features. you were sitting on grass in the afternoon, making your skin glow under the golden rays of sunshine. he can see your pretty face clear now.

you smiled at him as he took a seat beside you, you actually feels secure enough around him to look at his face.

"that means you finished the whole series, rem," you let out a soft and proud but light chuckle.

"i now know why you love it so much!" remus smiled. he realised he always smiles when he's with you. you must have super powers.

"do you like glinda?" you asked.

"my favourite character is the tin wood man. he's funny, but yeah. since you like glinda so much then i guess she can be a favourite of mine too!" remus replied, rubbing circles in your knuckles.

just that little gesture he did made you shy all over again, unable to look at him like the first time you two were talking.

remus smiled again, gently taking your other hand with his other. "i want to ask you something, lovie," remus looked into your beautiful eyes.

your head is fuzzy. he called you 'lovie'. a nickname. you're sure you were warm in the face.

remus brushed his fingers on your left cheek with the softest touch known to men. "love..."

"yes...?"

"the next hogsmeade trip is this saturday.... do you want to er- like share the trip together- i mean as a date?" he looked at you with such fondness in his eyes.

"me?"

"yes you, lovie, look at me yeah?" remus gently cupped your cheeks.

you two were so close to the point that you can feel remus warmth radiating off of him.

"what do you say?"

"yeah," you nodded. embarrassment washing you again when all you said was just a 'yeah'.

"yeah yes or yeah no?" remus asked, a smile playing on his lips.

"yes i'll go with you," you were a blushing mess, trying to look away from his eyes but his soft hands kept tugging you back.

remus felt the heat from your cheeks in his palm. it was absolutely a fuzzy feeling knowing that you were showing likeness towards him.

he wanted to kiss you. doesn't have to be on the lips. he'd love to plant small kisses on your red cheeks. but he didn't of course. boundaries.

"settled then yeah? i'll be waiting at our common room, darling," he smiled.

[gaia-001]

I noticed everyone are posting their favourite parts of the newest song of Moon, "Lights Off", so I guess it's my turn now! 🌙💙

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The daycare at night/naptime, it's so beautiful! Especially the soft glow it made the moon cardboard!

Tells me I'm not the only one who wanted to smooch this stupid face! Look at him!

The way he protects himself from the bright lights, baby!!

Beautiful boy

One of my theories says that the DCA boys still have some theatre programming left in them, THEATRE BOYO SPOTTED!!

PLEASE, the high pitched "Boo-ooh-oh!" I cackled so bad! He's such a goober! XD (Gregory 💩 his pants here)

Closer look to the details of Moon's shoes, the stitching star attached to his shoes and the way he's built! I love this so much!

Despite my hate for Gregory, this little brat over here, managed to avoid Moon's pounce like a pro, look at this! Also Moon goes WEEE here hahaha

How the fu- Moon managed to slip inside that little hole!? 🤔 But still, MoonSpider spotted his prey

First person!! We see the world with Moon's eyes! I love this part a lot, also Gregory managed to knock out Moony twice! You little- *angry noises*

Second Part Down Below! (Reach the limit of the images NAURRR)

[leclerced]

max would have an absolute field day if he found out his girlfriend was a virgin. i can’t tell if the man has a corruption or praise kink but he would go crazy with innocent!reader either way

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hi moonie. i spent half an hr to an hr rambling about this last night and tumblr wouldn’t post it. i wanted to cry. at work redoing it nowww

thinking ab them dating and seeing each other as often as possible, ending their nights making out until they pass out. then one day he tries to take her top off or something and she admits she’s a virgin, and that she wants to have sex w him, she’s ready! max is shocked by the revelation but tells her its no big deal if she wants to wait and they should take it slow. he’s so sweet and soft with her, not want to rush into things even though she wants to get it over with.

like imagine they were trying to watch a movie and instead are making out and dry humping on the couch, and she tells him to take her virginity right then and there. he’s rearranging them so they’re spooning and saying like, “no, not fucking you tonight. sorry baby, gonna romance you like you deserve! just go back to watching the movie.” the entire time he’s wondering how much experience she has, how many guys she’s kissed, what she knows about sex. if she’s touched herself, how often does she? can she make herself cum? has she had an orgasm? does she have sex toys or does the thought make her nervous? literally the entire movie he’s thinking about her, and forming a plan on how to corrupt/train her to be his perfect little cockwhore. he hasn’t even touched her, no one has, and she’s ready to beg for him, half the work is already done bc girlie is so touch starved and needs him sb.

he would want to take things slow and savor it, he’d praise her constantly and be so sweet but internally his mind is pure filth of all the things he wants to do to her. when he’s fingering her for the first time and she’s begging him to fuck her, he has to hold himself back from flipping her onto her stomach and filling her with his cock. he has to keep reminding himself that she’s a virgin, despite her begging for it, he knows she couldn’t handle it if he fucked her the way he wanted.

literally the entire song talk by hozier being ab having depraved fantasies ab someone while having a normal conversation with them, trying not to let them in on the fact you’re imagining them naked. its max w his innocent gf having all these dirty fantasies ab her that he has to ease her into.

[cosmal]

i have a request. hear me out glitch (midnights) it's such a remus track. we were supposed to be just friends but the system's breaking down and now it's been two thousand one hundred and 90 days of our love blackout??

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shiraz

summary the moment in which you and remus realise that the fwb situation has moved onto more!!!!

note this isn't probably how this should've been written but um.

content remus lupin x fem!afab!reader, drunk reader, drunk remus, mentions of sex

Clumsy hands and girlish laughter. Remus spends twenty minutes looking for you around Sirius’s flat and when he does find you, wine-stained lips and rumpled clothes, you can’t keep your hands off of him.

He gets you up into one of the spare rooms before you can break into Sirius's stash of gin.

You fall into the bed and he's not sure the giggling will stop anytime soon. "Remus!" you snort and hold your hand to your face when you realise it.

He kneels at your feet, "Y/N," he says in turn. Much quieter - much more reserved. He's had half the amount of booze you have and he still feels a bit zapped.

You have no problems when he reaches down to take your boots off. A tangled mess of laces and knots. He remembers you getting Mary to tie them up for you earlier in the night.

He lets you babble away. Drunken, mindless talk that he's honestly having a hard time understanding. He starts to get your last shoe off and you land back into the mattress. Head swallowed by a soft pile of pillows.

He pushes his thumb into the arch of your foot because the morning after every night out you act like you might sue Dr Martens.

"Moony," you call, voice barely a murmur. "Moony, moony, moooony!" Your voice picks up and Remus melts.

"What's up, honey?" he asks. All soft because he can't help it. He never can. Not with you.

"Get into bed," you say with a lot more heat than Remus is expecting.

He looks at your jeans and pictures the seam lines embossed into your red legs in the morning. Then you're making grabbing hands for him and he forgets about it.

He falls down next to you with much less grace, despite you being the smashed one, and wraps an arm over your torso. He pushes his fingers under your shirt, pressing firmly into your warm skin below the wire of your bra.

You sigh. "Remus."

He thinks it's a warning. He snorts. "Yeah?"

You turn onto your side and hike yourself up onto a wobbly arm. Remus holds your bicep like you falling into his chest is the worst thing that could happen right now.

You lean down to kiss his cheek. "Do you," you ask into his skin, "do you want to take your clothes off?"

Remus encourages your face away from his gently, "Hm?"

You wrinkle your face, "Fuck, Remus? Do you want to - to fuck?" you hiccup. It's almost adorable.

Remus laughs stupidly at your language. He's drunk - you're worse. He thinks he'd rather cuddle you in this tiny bed until the sun comes up. Or until your hangover wakes you up - whatever's first.

"Not tonight, dove," he says as gently as he can. He kisses your cheek and then your jaw, the skin behind your ear. He feels the goosebumps erupt over your skin and can't help the smug smile on his face.

"Oh." You don't sound disappointed one bit. Maybe a tad pleased.

"You're drunk," he says like it's not obvious.

"Then," you try to hold back another bout of hiccups, "then what do you want to do?" It wouldn't be the first time Remus has stolen you away from a party and you hadn't used the bed to sleep.

"Wanna cuddle?" he asks hopefully. The soft light that slips under the crack in the door casts his skin pale. Silver lines of scars light up his flesh and cut through the expanse of his freckles. If you weren't so wine-drunk you'd probably tell him that he's the prettiest boy you know. And then some.

You take his hands and kiss his knuckles. Over tiny hairs and even tinier beauty marks. Your eyes feel heavy suddenly. Maybe it's the wine, maybe it's the fact that Remus wants to cuddle and you feel overwhelmed by love. Maybe it's both.

"Please, can we." You hope he can hear your tiny plea. You won't repeat yourself.

Remus doesn't say anything. You both climb out of your pants. Your denim and his corduroys. It's giggly and slow. You fall into him and he topples over you. Eventually, they get shuffled off and Remus gets you as close as he possibly can to his chest. Your breathing syncs up with his and you needle a leg between his thighs.

You close your eyes and hope you don't smell too much like Shiraz.

"How much wine did you drink?" Remus asks.

You groan. "Only one."

"What?" His laugh rumbles your chest.

"One bottle. And whatever Alice gave me," you sigh.

"Right, well Alice can hold your hair back in the morning," he laughs, slipping a hand under your big sweater.

"You won't do it for me?"

"Yeah, of course, I will."

And he does. He holds your hair back over the toilet and makes you toast and tea. He takes you back to your flat and gets you into some proper pyjamas - and a pair for himself that he'd left there the last time. And because you really are lucky, he cuddles you some more in your own bed. Total and utter boyfriend and girlfriend behaviour.

[moon-str3ber]

SKRUNKLIES!!!

my beloveds!

[systemnamenotfound404]

hello!!! can we have a level 3 creators choice from fnaf?? thanks!! ^~^

Couldn't decide who to pick so heres kinda a multiple choice pack! Hope u enjoy! -🚬

Name(s): Sundrop

Nickname(s)/Title(s): Sunny, sun

Pronoun(s): He/Him/they/them/it/is/ze/zey/zir

Age: Ageless

Gender: genderless/agender/neogender

Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: Animatronic (Sun-themed)

Role: Caregiver, caretaker, Gatekeeper, daycare attendant

Source: Sundrop from *FNAF: Security Breach*

Emoji sign-offs: ☀️🌈

Sign-offs: Stay bright! 🌞

*Front triggers (pos/neg/neu):*

Positive: Bright lights, laughter, playtime, and warmth, littles, kids, cartoons. Little activities,

Negative: Shadows, silence, fear, and conflict, arguing

Neutral: Daylight, casual conversations, and cheerful environments

Likes/dislikes:

Likes: Sunshine, games, storytelling, helping others, and being the center of joy, playin with kids, preparing snacks for littles, arts and crafts

-Dislikes: Darkness, negativity, being ignored, and rainy days. Messes, kids eating the glitter glue

Personality: Sundrop is exuberant and playful, always eager to brighten someone's day. He has an infectious laugh and a knack for making even the dullest moments fun. Sundrop is protective of his friends and loves to spread positivity, often using humor and games to lift spirits. However, he can become serious when faced with negativity, as he strives to maintain a joyful atmosphere.

Typing Quirk: Uses bright, cheerful language with lots of exclamation points and playful emojis to express his sunny disposition. For example: "Hello!!! ☀️ How are you today? Let's play!!! 🌈"

Faceclaim: A vibrant, sun-themed animatronic with a glowing golden exterior, bright blue eyes, and an enthusiastic smile that radiates warmth.

Extra: Sundrop has a unique ability to project light and create cheerful illusions, often using them to entertain his friends or diffuse tense situations. He loves to tell stories filled with adventure and positivity, often encouraging creativity and imagination.

Hex code: #FFD700 (Gold)

Mood board:

Name(s): Moondrop

Nickname(s)/Title(s): Moonlight, Moony, moon, moonshine

Pronoun(s): He/Him/they/them

Age: Ageless

Gender: Demi-boy/agender/genderless

Sexuality: Asexual, aromatic

Species: Animatronic (Moon-themed)

Role: Guardian of Dreams, caregiver, watcher, caretaker

Source: Moondrop from FNAF: Security Breach

Emoji sign-offs: 🌙⭐

Sign-offs: Sweet dreams! 🌌

Front triggers (pos/neg/neu):

Positive: Moonlight, calmness, nighttime, and tranquility, nap time, sleeping

Negative: Loud noises, chaos, bright lights, and conflict

Neutral: Evening hours, soft sounds, and peaceful surroundings

Likes/dislikes:

Likes: Nighttime, stargazing, storytelling, calming music, and helping others find peace

Dislikes: Bright lights, loud environments, fear, and chaos

Personality: moondrop is calm and soothing, embodying a tranquil presence that helps others relax. He has a mysterious yet gentle nature, often guiding those who seek comfort during dark times. Moondrop enjoys deep conversations and is a good listener, always ready to lend an ear. Despite his serene demeanor, he can become protective when faced with negativity or chaos, emphasizing the importance of peace.

Typing Quirk: Uses softer language and often incorporates poetic phrases. His messages are calm and thoughtful, sometimes using ellipses for dramatic effect. For example: "Hello... 🌙 How are you feeling tonight? Let's talk... ⭐"

Faceclaim: A sleek, moon-themed animatronic with a dark blue and silver color palette, gentle glowing eyes, and a serene expression that conveys tranquility.

Extra: Moondrop has the ability to create soothing illusions, such as starry skies or gentle breezes, which help to calm those around him. He enjoys sharing dreams and stories of the night, encouraging creativity and introspection.

Hex code: #1F1F4D (Dark Blue)

Mood board:

Name(s): Clara afton

Nickname(s)/Title(s): The Caring Mother, Mama Afton, mrs afton

Pronoun(s): She/Her

Age: Appears to be in her early 30s

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Species: Human (with a hint of ethereal presence)

Role: Protector of Innocence and Caregiver

Source: Clara Afton from *FNAF*

Emoji sign-offs: 🌸💔

Sign-offs: Take care, sweetie... 🌼

Front triggers (pos/neg/neu):

Positive: Family, warmth, laughter, and love

-Negative: Loss, abandonment, conflict, and darkness

Neutral: Childhood memories, quiet moments, and shared stories

Likes/dislikes:

Likes: Baking, nurturing others, spending time with her children, reminiscing about happier times, and creating a safe space

Dislikes: Conflict, sadness, neglect, and anything that threatens her loved ones

Personality: Clara is nurturing and compassionate, embodying the essence of a loving mother. She is often seen as a guiding light, providing comfort and support to those around her. Her sorrow from the past adds depth to her character, making her empathetic and protective. Clara finds joy in small moments and often encourages others to cherish their loved ones.

Typing Quirk: Writes in a gentle and caring tone, often using soft language and emojis to convey warmth. She may include affectionate terms and a few exclamation points for enthusiasm. For example: "Hello, dear! 🌸 How are you today? Remember to take care of yourself! 💖"

Faceclaim: A woman with warm features and a gentle smile, often dressed in comfortable, nurturing clothing, like a cozy sweater and an apron, with a hint of ethereal light surrounding her.

Extra: Clara has a deep connection to her children and often shares stories about love, family, and the importance of cherishing each moment. She can sense when someone is feeling down and offers her support in any way she can, often providing emotional comfort.

Hex code: #FFB6C1 (Light Pink)

Feel free to modify any details to better fit your vision!

[the-superstar-daycare-agere]

*I hug you tightly* I'm glad it could make you smile! I love sunny , moony and you so much!

Let me say something. I'm culinary student and we had exam. One of the questions was "what is buttermilk?" And I was like "You think I don't know what is buttermilk? It's a soft butter that is not dry and not very watery"

After the exam, my classmate said buttermilk IS a kind OF MILK WITH BACTERIA.

I feel so funny and silly XD .

-🔆🌙🧸

We love you soooooo much too!!

wow, a culinary student! I’ve always loved watching cooking shows and learning how to make snacks for everybody! It kind of reminds me of how blue cheese is a kind of cheese that’s moldy… germs!! *he shivers a little.*

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfic - Hogwarts Express

Words: 996

@wolfstarmicrofic

🌙✨🌙✨🌙

It was cowardly of Sirius, really. He could have done this at any point in the last couple of weeks. But then he’d have to manage whatever the fallout would be. This way, Remus had almost three weeks to potentially hate him less before they returned for the second half of their seventh year.

James was ‘spending time with Lily’ which meant groping each other in the prefects' carriage. Peter had been convinced to leave their compartment by Mary. Sirius had promised her a bottle of firewhisky when they returned in January.

Now to the plan itself. Sirius knew deep down that he’d massively overthought this, prepared himself for whatever Remus’ objection might be and prepared himself to be rejected. Still, he had to get it out of his system.

Cowardly, and selfish.

Remus, sleeves rolled up in a way that made Sirius’ pulse race, was reading a book, and it looked like he was almost done with it. Sirius could wait until he was done, but he wasn’t sure how long Mary could distract Pete for, so he decided to just do it.

“I saw you kissing Davey Gudgeon at my birthday party.” He said quietly.

Remus froze, he lifted his eyes from the book to meet Sirius’. “Oh?” He said unsurely. “That was over a month ago.”

Sirius nodded, “I thought maybe you’d tell me— tell us eventually.” He shrugged. “So are you queer then?”

Remus frowned slightly, “Looks like it doesn’t it? Still like girls too, though.”

“Fair enough.”

“Fair enough?” Remus set his book down on the seat next to him, not caring that he’d now lost his place. “That’s it? You waited weeks to ask me about it and your response is ‘Fair enough!’?”

“I— Well, yeah?” Sirius had not prepared for the conversation to go this way. “Are you and Gudgeon…”

“Fuck, no.” Remus sighed. “I don’t date, you know this.”

“Yeah, yeah, big scary werewolf. Whatever.” Sirius rolled his eyes. “He didn’t want to just… hook up?”

“Padfoot.” He looked at Sirius sternly, “Where has this come from? Does it... bother you?”

Sirius thought back to the night of his birthday. It had bothered him, but not for the reason that Remus was implying. The sharp jolt in his chest that he felt as he saw Remus pressed against the wall outside the sixth-year dorm had stuck with him for the rest of the night, and had returned with a vengeance the moment he saw Remus the next morning.

Sirius didn’t know how to respond. “You kissing boys doesn’t bother me.” He started. All hopes of being eloquent were now firmly out of the window. “You kissing boys that aren’t me. That bothers me.”

Remus stared at him. “Oh.” He said quietly. “But you can’t mean— I— What?”

“Can I kiss you Moony?”

Remus blinked a few times then looked at him warily. “Sirius, if this is part of some prank then—”

“It’s not. I would never.” Sirius held his gaze. “I’m asking, uh, seriously.”

“Oh,” Remus said again. “Yeah, alright.”

Sirius got up and held out a hand, pulling Remus to his feet despite the slightly shaky train. He draped an arm over Remus’s shoulder, gently pressing his hand to the back of Remus’ neck. Remus smiled as he wrapped one arm around Sirius’ waist, grasping the front of his T-shirt with the other and pulling him closer.

He wasn’t sure who moved first but their lips met. A few soft brushes, each a little longer than the last. He pulled away, teasing a thumb along Remus’ jaw as he searched for any sign that Remus wasn’t into this. Finding his eyes dark and cheeks flushed, he leaned back in and kissed Remus again, but this was different. Remus pulled him even closer and parted his lips, his tongue met Sirius’ and Sirius knew he was done for.

When they broke apart long enough to have a conversation, albeit with Sirius sitting between Remus’ thighs as he leant back along the seat, Remus asked, “Did you plan this so that if I turned you down, we wouldn’t have to see each other for a few weeks?” Sirius nodded slowly, “You do realise that it’s now going to be a few weeks before we can do that again?”

Sirius looked aghast for a moment before grinning at Remus. “You’re an idiot. I can Apparate now.”

“Oh thank fuck.” Remus kissed his temple just as James and Lily came stumbling back in.

“Finally!” Lily threw her hands into the air, narrowly missing James. “Took you long enough, Remus!”

Sirius looked from Lily to Remus, and then back again. “Took Remus long enough?” He said slowly.

“Lily you ruined my attempt at being cool about this.” He sighed.

“Eh, it wouldn’t have lasted.” She smiled at them as Remus agreed.

Sirius, still baffled, turned to look at Remus. “How long is long enough?”

Lily covered James’ mouth with her hand before he could make the inevitable dick joke.

“Well, a while.” Remus knew Sirius wouldn’t let him get away with being this vague.

“Since fifth year,” Lily said, biting into a chocolate frog.

Remus readied himself for Sirius to tease him, or call him creepy.

But instead, Sirius just stared at him, “How have you not gone completely insane? It’s been five weeks and I really thought I was going to lose my mind at least three times.” Remus was not expecting that.

“That’s the inbreeding.” James cut in, also mid-chocolate-frog, “Not whatever this is.” He gestured to the two of them. “Congrats though.”

“Uh, thanks?” Remus said, before looking back at Sirius. “I’m good at just shoving all my feelings down, I guess.” Lily snorted, “Hey!”

“Remus you were so whiny at one point that I almost cursed you!” She cackled.

“Good to know.” Sirius kissed Remus softly, earning them an ‘Aww’ from James and a surprised yelp from a very confused Pete as he slid open the compartment door.

[aajjks]

seol☀️: https://pin.it/73QSPDHK1

moon🌙: https://pin.it/6F1ZyUSfY

🎄mommy issues!JK

“say aah~ om nom nom~ see? isn’t it good?”

“mooom..you’re too loud. i can’t hear the movie”

“then go to your room, seol. did you forget you have a TV in there?”

“no, but i want to stay and watch it with you”

“then, mommy’s gonna be a little loud”

seol pouts as he keeps his eyes trained on the television in front of him. your attention is back on your now 1-year-old daughter, moon who is whining for another spoonful of dakjuk. “sorry sorry” you apologize as you feed her more of the delicious porridge. you hear your phone go off causing you to look at it:

from hubby💍💕

i found that iron man toy seol wanted!

look at how cute this is for moonie

[photo attached]

to hubby💍💕:

you better not buy that for moon & are you still buying seol a phone?

he wrote it on his christmas list three times 😅

~🫧

It’s the best time of the year.

Jungkook enters the house with a sense of relief. The bags of gifts in his hands feel heavy,

but the excitement of getting back to his family makes every step lighter. He slips off his shoes, his eyes already searching for the warmth of his home.

He can hear the faint sounds of the TV from the living room, Seol’s quiet voice barely audible over the noise of the Christmas movie playing.

The soft clink of the utensils in the kitchen tells him you’re taking care of Moon, feeding her her porridge as always.

He pauses for a moment in the doorway, watching the scene in front of him. Seol is sitting on the couch, his eyes locked on the screen, the familiar pout on his lips as he tries to focus on the movie.

“MY MOONIE!!!!” Jungkook coos.

But as soon as Seol hears the door creak, his little head snaps in Jungkook’s direction.

“Dad!” Seol exclaims, his face lighting up as he jumps off the couch and runs over to him.

Jungkook laughs softly and kneels down to catch him in his arms. “Hey, buddy, you’ve been good today?”

Seol nods, bouncing in his dad’s arms with excitement. “Can we do the presents now? Please?”

Jungkook grins, ruffling his son’s hair. “Yeah, we can. But remember, no peeking, alright?”

Seol’s eyes widen in exaggerated shock. “I won’t peek, I promise!” he says dramatically, his tiny hands gripping the presents he’s already been eyeing, ready to help.

Jungkook’s heart melts at the sight. He watches Seol carefully arrange the gifts under the tree, making sure they’re placed just right.

“You’re doing a great job, kid,” Jungkook praises, standing behind him and watching with pride.

With the presents under the tree, Jungkook stands up straight and looks around the room. His eyes land on you, and his heart skips a beat.

You’re sitting on the couch, Moon resting in your arms, her little eyes bright and curious as she looks up at him. His gaze softens, and a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“This is perfect,” he murmurs to himself, before walking over to join you on the couch. He places a hand on your shoulder, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

The world outside may be cold, but in this moment, his world is perfect. He wraps his arms around both you and Moon, feeling the warmth of your little family.

Seol hops over to him with a piece of paper in his hands, excited to share his creation. “Dad! I wrote my note for Santa!” he says, holding it up proudly.

So fucking cute.

Jungkook lifts him up and sits him on his lap, looking at the crayon-written note with amusement. “Let’s make sure it’s extra special,” he says, smiling down at Seol as he starts to write out his wish.

Jungkook can’t help but laugh. His family is everything to him….

each moment with you, with Seol, with Moon, is a gift in itself. He watches Seol write,

Moon quietly snuggled against him, and he pulls you in close, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I love you so much,” he whispers, feeling his heart swell with gratitude.

He knows that this is the life he’s always wanted. A family, a home full of love, and you—his everything.

His gaze lingers on you longer than it should, an unsettling intensity in his eyes. He’s careful to mask it with a soft smile, but in his mind, a darker thought swirls.

You’re mine… The words echo in his head, but he can’t help it—he wants you all to himself, every piece of you. No one else could ever compare, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep it that way.

“Merry Christmas, babe,” he says softly, his voice thick with emotion, but there’s a possessiveness in it too, an edge that only he understands.

As the laughter of his children fills the room, he feels that familiar protective instinct flare up.

He tightens his grip around you, ensuring you’re close, making sure no one could ever take you from him. Not Seol, not Moon, not anyone.

But his thoughts take a darker turn as he watches you laugh, your eyes twinkling. The way you look at them, the way you care for them.

He looks down at Seol, who’s now tugging at his sleeve, ready to move on to the next part of the Christmas tradition.

But his thoughts are still on you, on your laugh, the warmth of your touch. He won’t let anything—anyone—ever threaten the peace he’s worked so hard to build.

“I’ll make sure of it,” he mutters under his breath, his fingers gripping the paper Seol is holding as the weight of his thoughts presses down on him.

The house is filled with the laughter and warmth of the season, but a darkness simmers just beneath the surface, threatening to rise.

He just loves Christmas.. It’s so beautiful, so merry.

He’ll protect his family. Always.

And no one will ever take you away from him. Not now, not ever.

[hellothere-generalangsty]

Crosshair - Night Terror

Summary: Erys, a medic assigned to the Bad Batch, had to deal with a sleep deprived Batcher. (Happens Pre Order 66, so no Omega here, and no Echo either yet)

Pairing: None (none…yet)

Reader description: Human medic, f!reader [she/her], no real physical description

Word Count: 2724 words

CW/ TW: Angst; Nightmares/ night terror, sort of injury, pain; Fluff too because I’m a softie tonight

Tags: @allamarisss @loth-wolffe @tacticalsparkles @imalovernotahater @ladykatakuri (I don't know why it won't tag you correctly so sorry about that ;; )

@m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s this one I dedicate to you my soft Moony 🌙

As usual, if you want to get tagged/removed, tell me so!

Notes: I’m sorry Crosshair, I know I make you suffer (a bit) but it’s for the p e o p l e

Also due to personal reasons (aka, I need it to be this way), the Marauder has a closed room with bunk beds (4) in it

Lately the nights were short and agitated for the Batchers, and even after all this time in the company of clones, Erys couldn’t get used to it. Their last mission had been quite difficult for them; Tech had been injured and they almost lost the information they were supposed to get.

They couldn’t get back to Kamino yet; they had to safely transport the information to the Senate. Usually she would have been in the cockpit, observing the blue and white strings of hyperspace wrapping the ship, but Hunter and Wrecker had fallen asleep in their seats and she didn’t wanted the door to wake them up. So she stayed in the room, peacefully reading a book on her datapad. Tech had left some time ago and didn’t came back yet, but she didn’t worry much about it. He was trying remain active as a way to distract himself from the pain. His arm had been shot, and he needed a full recovery on Kamino; but for now he had to do with bacta patches only.

As for Crosshair…well, he was one of the reason she remained in the room. She noticed how much he struggled to sleep lately; being a light sleeper didn’t help his situation, and he would spent most of the time simply laying on his bed and staring at the wall or the roof, chewing toothpick after toothpick. Erys couldn’t do much about that, but she didn’t wanted him to feel lonely during these moments.

He wasn’t much of a talker, so she never forced the conversation with him. She would just tell him “I’m here” before settling on a bed, and would find a way to get occupied. Sometimes he would come down to sit next to her and watch her write a report, or fill a medical file about one of them.

Today was one of those days. She was working on Tech’s file, describing his wound shot, the number of bacta patches he had since he got injured, the evolution of the burn and the healing of the tissues.

She felt a small bump on her shoulder. She used the reflection on her datapad to confirm her intuition, careful about her movements. Crosshair had fallen asleep.

Finally, she thought to herself. He deserved some rest. She knew how Tech getting injured was eating him alive; he couldn’t prevent it yet convinced himself it was his fault.

“Crosshair, you couldn’t tell there was another sniper. It happens, that’s part of going on a mission, and that’s why I’m here.”

“I should have guessed; but you can’t understand, you’re just a medic.”

She knew he didn’t mean to hurt, and she wasn’t mad at him. She’d rather have him talking mean to her than bottling everything up. Later, he had asked her if Tech needed to change his bacta patch.

“Yes he can change it now.”

“Where is it?”

She had pointed to her bag, telling him to take the white-wrapped one. He nodded, his voice a bit softer than usual when he thanked her before leaving the room. He wasn’t much of a talker, but he was a man of action, both on and off the battlefield. If anyone wanted to know how Crosshair felt, they would have to look at his behaviour more than listen to his words.

She still couldn’t believe how quickly he fell asleep; against her shoulder on top of that.

He is sleep deprived, of course he was quick to fall asleep. But he should lay down, he’s going to get cramps if he doesn’t lay down.

She thought about it for a moment. Eventually, her arm would feel numb and she would have to move too; but was it worth taking the risk of waking him up? She decided it was better for her to wait. He had to get some rest. She carefully took his toothpick out of his mouth so he wouldn’t hurt himself with it, and focused back on her datapad and the notes she had taken.

.

“Crosshair, sniper!”

He laid flatter on his stomach, eye aligned with the scope of his rifle, scanning the houses a few clicks away, until he spotted it.

“Got you.”

He shot straight, watching as the body jolted under the impact, falling to his side.

“Tech’s down, we need to get out of here!”

He pretended he couldn’t hear the worry in Hunter’s voice, he tried to push away the idea of his brother being hurt, because they had a job to do, and the sooner it would be done, the sooner they could get away from here.

“Bring them out for me.” He told them, eagerly waiting on the bodies to move in his field of vision. He counted in his head to keep his breath regular; now was not the time to get distracted, or nervous.

One, two, three; aim and shoot. Four, five…Wait. Wait…Shoot.

One by one, the bodies were dropping on the ground, and none of them could tell what hit them. When he saw Wrecker coming out of the base, a thumb in the air, he slightly turned his rifle to see were was Tech. Hunter was blocking his vision, but he could still guess the shape of his brother, and the blown out part of his armour. Wrecker joined them and helped Tech get on his feet to get away from there.

“Crosshair, let’s go!”

He jumped on his feet. But something didn’t add up.

“Are you sure they’re all down?”

“Doesn’t matter, Wrecker’s gonna blow it up. We’ll come and get you, so be ready!”

He could see their small silhouettes running toward the Marauder. They barely had time to get in before the base exploded. The wave got to him and pushed him back, making him trip and fall. It took him a second to register the pain, another to roll to his side and try to grab his rifle. A third one to realise there was no rifle anymore.

“Looking for that?”

“Give it back.” He pushed on his hands and knees to get up, staring at the helmeted person standing there, his rifle loosely held in one hand.

“I don’t want it,” they threw it away, “I’m here for you.”

“Go away.”

He kept staring at them, trying to guess their next move, counting the time he had left before the Marauder would come to get him. He had to get his rifle back.

“That’s not a good idea,” they simply said.

But he couldn’t care less about what they thought was a good idea or not. He reached for his blaster, aiming straight between their helmet and the upper part of their chest armour.

“Get back to sleep.”

He tried to shoot, but nothing came out of the blaster.

“Why is it not…”he threw it on the ground, heart clenching in his chest. He felt his hands shaking, and caught himself thinking about being unable to use his guns, standing all alone on a cliff with a masked stranger, waiting on back-up that was still not here; and Tech being inured because he didn’t see that kriffing sniper ambushed right in front of his own hiding spot, and the noise that explosion made, and why didn’t they came for him yet?!

“Crosshair-”

“Shut up!” he snapped, getting dangerously closer to the stranger. His face was covered by his helmet, but the rage, the fear, the guilt; all of it was still clearly discernable in his voice. He grabbed the hand that was coming toward him, bluntly twisting it, forcing whoever it was down on their knees, begging.

“Crosshair, let go now!”

“I told you to go away,” he tightened his grip on their arm, “so why are you still here, why?!”

He could hear the muffled whine coming from under the helmet, and held still even if they were trying to break free. He pushed further on their arm, forcing it open.

“You’re…you’re gonna break it Crosshair…Let go, please…”

.

It felt too brutal. Waking up above her, her arm twisted under his fingers, her skin marked by his too tight grip. He didn’t know how, but he made sure she couldn’t get away. She was trying so hard not to be afraid; he could tell, but he was still scaring her.

He was still hurting someone.

“I- I’m…,” he let go of her, as he realised what just happened. His hands were still shaking, and his breath was way shorter and faster than usual. He straightened on the mattress, backing up as much as he could, until he could feel the cold metallic all against his back. She barely rubbed her arm before turning around, trying to comfort him.

“It’s okay, it happens. I’m fine, Crosshair, I promise you I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry, I- what was that…“ he stuttered, hands close to his chest.

“You had a night terror, it happens, okay?”

She didn’t try to reach him, not physically. She knew it would only make things worse.

“Look, I’ll go get you something to drink and eat, and you can stay there until I come back. Or go to the refresher if you need to,” she gently told him, calmly getting up of the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

She turned around one last time before getting out of the room, but he couldn’t even look at her in the eyes.

First Tech, now her.

She went to the food supplies, grabbed a few bars for Crosshair, as well as a small bottle of blue milk. She almost congratulated herself for not making any noise, but quickly lost that enthusiasm when she crossed path with a still half-asleep Hunter.

“Hey there,” she smiled, holding the supplies close to her arm to hide the bruises.

“What’ you doing with that?” he muttered, lazily stretching his hands.

“I’ve been working on files for hours and forgot to eat, so I’m catching up.”

“Right.”

He looked down at the supplies in her arm for a moment, met her eyes again, silently asking a question she would never answer to.

“Well, I gotta go, lot of work waiting for me.” She said, already heading back to the room.

“Yeah, I guess you do.”

She lost her confident mask the second the door closed behind her. She didn’t wanted Hunter to get involved, Crosshair was already feeling bad enough. Speaking of which…

“Crosshair? I brought you some food.”

She guessed he was in the refresher, because she couldn’t find him in his bed. She sat down, spreading the supplies on the mattress, then taking a closer look to her bruises. Sure, it hurt, but it could have been way worse. She knew clones were more prone to have night terrors; it wasn’t the first time she witnessed one. The incoherent babbling, the fear, the aggressive tone and actions, the blank stares; she recognised it straight away. It didn’t help that he was sleeping against her; it would have been easier to turn off the light and try to create a calmer atmosphere for him if he had been lying on the bed.

She let herself fall back against the mattress, focusing on the pulses running through her arm. A door slid, and she thought it would be Hunter checking on her, but instead it was Crosshair who came to sit next to her, a wet towel and bacta patches in hand.

She softly sighed, straightening once again to lean against the wall.

“Do you remember anything?”

He shook his head from left to right. All he could possibly remember was that overwhelming fear, and the pressure on her wrist.

“Look, I’m not mad, and I know you didn’t do it on purpose. You’ve had a lot of trouble sleeping lately, and the pressure you put on yourself didn’t help. Those things happen, that’s why I’m here.”

He didn’t say anything, but looked down at the blue marks he left on her skin.

“You’re not the only one who get battle scars, sometimes.” She tried to joke, a light smile on her face.

He turned more to face her, bending one of his leg and wedging it under his knee. He then gently seized her hand, bringing it closer to him, softly pressing the wet towel against her wrist. She shivered to the cold contact, but didn’t back off. He proceeded to gently wipe her arm, careful in each movement as to not hurt her.

He spent a few minutes on it, barely pressing against her skin, trying to mostly cool the bruises down a bit before he could get to the next part. When he estimated it was enough, he put the towel away and grabbed a white packet. His hands were not as steady as usual, and he struggled when trying to open it.

“I can help-“

“It fine,” he stopped her, then whispered in a softer tone, “I can do it.”

She didn’t try to interfere anymore, but instead watched him get irritated with the package, taking it to his teeth to rip the corner off. He then peeled the bacta patch off, holding it with the tip of his fingers above her arm.

“Could you…,” she tensed her muscles a bit and got closer, “yes.”

He quickly estimated where he should put the patch, slightly sticking out his tongue as he applied it on the bruises. He gently massaged it to make sure it was sticking correctly, and also out of guilt for being the cause of this injury.

“I should have guessed there was another sniper. It’s my job, and I failed. And Tech got hurt.”

His voice was but barely a murmur, filled with shame and regret. He couldn’t lift his eyes off of the bacta patch, afraid of what he may see in hers if he did.

“How long until he fully recovers?” he then asked her.

“Probably two weeks, maybe less if he gets his treatment on Kamino and if he keeps moving around the way he does. And we both know he will.”

“Yeah,” she managed to rip a subtle smile from him, “he will.”

“You know, you could be a medic too. You got the skills and the soft touch.”

She looked at his hand still on the dressing, quite satisfied with his work. He shook his head to brush that comment off, but deep down it soothed him a bit. He turned around to grab the blue milk and throw the bars between them.

“Well, if I was a medic I’d tell you to eat. So…eat.”

She held a chuckle back, a silly grin on her face, and picked one of the bar from the pile of supplies, unwrapping it before taking a bite.

“Mmh, if you need help to open that…”she pointed at the bottle of blue milk, trying so hard not to laugh. He rolled his eyes at her, but when he tried to open it and it didn’t work, she lost it, bursting into laughter. He couldn’t hold a grin back when he handed it to her.

“Don’t mock- you know what? You earned that right for tonight. Thank you,” he said as she gave it back to him, uncapped.

“You must admit, that was funny!”

“Anything is funny with you, you’re a good audience.”

“That’s true. But it was still very funny.”

He looked at her, a soft smile on his face, and for a short instant, forgot about the façade, and the pain; nothing mattered but the way she was laughing because of him, and the way she was staring into his eyes and-

“Sorry.”

He broke the eye contact, leaning against the wall and trying to look relaxed. He couldn’t tell, but she felt like, overall, this personal time between them was a win. Both on a professional, and a personal scale.

He drank a long sip from the bottle, offered it to her out of courtesy. For the first time in a few days, he felt tired. Enough to get a good night of sleep, at least. So he let himself fall backward, head hitting straight into the soft pillow as he closed his eyes.

“Sleep well.” she whispered to him.

And even though he didn’t answer, did not worded it, he still found a way to let her know, through a heartfelt smile.

I will now.

[weirdcharacter]

Music - Sharing: French Edition™

I promised it to you, so here it is! Before we start, you must know that I don't listen that much to French artists (mostly because I have a hars time finding artists I really like/ match my musical style) but. The ones in this list. This is like. Good good stuff.

@m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @loth-wolffe no pressure tags as usual 🌙🌌

@dusk-dawn-and-stars j'te tag aussi paske why not? 😂 constate la cause perdue que je suis quand je me mets à parler de musique 💀💗

First one, has to be a childhood band!

I grew up with this song and this album; I mean I could possibly still sing it all by heart today even if it's been years since I last listened to it

It feels like home in a way; I love his voice it's soothing and the duet is 👌 honestly this album got strong early 2000s vibes, like the one you listened to in highschool and I love that kind of vibes 🥰

OK so technically he's Belgian, but he sings and speaks in French so let's say it works 😂

He always has dope texts, he's an amazing lyricist because he always finds way to play with words and give double meaning to lines; in this one for ex. He says "et c'est comme ça qu'on s'aime/ comme ça consomme" and to the ear it's quite close so it helps linking the two ideas together and-

Yeah he has a way with words, and the rhythms are always super nice! This one is quite rhythmic but if you listen to "Quand C'est" for ex. it's calmer (maybe also because of the subject of the song)

So yeah, he's a great artist and I know he kinda made his way to the US a few years back before taking a break but like- deserves the recognition, 10/10 definitely recommend

This one is sooooo good like that intro gets me everytime; and his voice is sooo beautiful and soft like LISTEN TO HIM PUSHING TO THAT LIL RASPINESS WHEN HE SAYS "dors apaisé" I AM IN LOVE

He's also an amazing songwriter like. Songs full of love and emotions of all kinds, it just resonates a lot and it's still catchy

I mean let me give you some more from him just because I CAN

La bourgeoisie des sensations (great song, love triangle where a woman falls in love with a woman while being in a relationship with a man)

Conduire en Angleterre (what it is to be a left-handed person in a world imagined for right-handed people) (i relate a lot to this song 😂) (basically the album including this song is dope)

Yeah. This artist is worth the detour

Worth it!

This one is lovelyyyy it's about a man receiving a love letter and he tries to find the woman who sent it

The guitar is lovely, his voice is so soft and it's catchy, the kind of songs you listen to on the radio during a roadtrip to the countryside you know?

Les voisines is also great, he has such a soft voice in this one 🥰

LISTEN TO THAT VOICE

Listen tO IT

The lyrics. I love the lyrics, it's beautiful and it rhymes so well and it's so fluid and his voice only makes it even more beautiful

Pure poetry coming from this man 💗

Ho, Cabrel 🥰

A lot of 80s vibes because that when he was the most famous (but he's still singing!) And he's all about love and ballads, soft songs and delicate lyrics so I think you might really like him!

This one is adorable; he writes a lot of love songs about/ for his wife which I think makes it even cuter 😂💗

This one is a recent one, but the first time I heard it I just... Fell in love with it

The clip is 10/10 it's animated and the colours are sooo soft like light purple / blue and greys it's beautiful

They were very (and are still) famous in the 80s too and they have a lot of great songs! All retro vibes which I love!

Not gonna lie, I only know this song but I like it a lot so here 😂

It reminds me of like summer, probably because that's when I listened to it the most! I love their voices, the raspiness when they push the notes all all!!

I would put my family in shame if I didn't talk about Johnny. He's a monument in the French musical culture, a legend.

He's done a lot of rock songs, but he also has some ballads and calmer/ sadder songs (like this one) and even though I don't really listen to his songs, I absolutely recognise the power his voice holds like-

Wow.

THIS ONE

OMG I LOVE IT

it's sooo sensual and rock and hIS VOICE OMG

I SWEAR IT HAS SOFT BAD BOYS VIBES (the respectful kind ya know) and-

Now that I think about it. It could be a Fives' song.

But yeah they're great!

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST

Mozart l'Opéra Rock.

It's a musical, and I would dare saying the French equivalent of Hamilton? In a way?

So here is L'Assassymphonie (a classic)

And my favorite Tatoue- Moi (a bit explicit but sooo good)

It was a biiiig thing when it came out, like- if you start singing "Je cous ménuie... " around 20y/o peeps they WILL scream the rest of the lyrics while pretending to be Mozart's nemesis

This is folkloric when it happens, we all go feral when we hear Mozart l'Opéra Rock 😂

Anyway, that was my French Edition™ I hope you liked it !

I don't know what else to add so thank you for your time and kindness I really appreciate it have a nice day/ night besties 🌊

[hellothere-generalangsty]

"Nothing crazy happens"

YOU. MOONY.

YOU DARE WRITING ABOUT A BALL SCENE. WITH HUNTER. HAVING HIS HAIR IN A BUN.

ABOUT A MAGNIFICENT DRESS WITH BUTTERFLIES (BUTTERFLIES) AND A V LINE

A BLUE. DRESS.

YOU WRITE TWO PARALLELS

Hunter’s past worries had completely disappeared, focusing solely on you.

Hunter was your only focus now.

YES. I LOVED THAT PARALLEL. LOOK-

I AM A SUCKER FOR THE "Nothing else matter but you" TROPE

AND YOU SERVED IT. RIGHT HERE. RIGHT NOW. AND I AM IN AWE THIS IS SO SO SWEET.

AND WHEN I THINK IT CAN'T GET ANY BETTER - I REALISED I AM WRONG

IT CAN

A warm hand settling on your waist, a step of his foot that brought him closer to you. A smile so warm on his lips that the butterflies adorning the dress you wore fluttered straight into your stomach, flapping madly.

The giggle that came from your mouth as your dress swirled around you? Those butterflies from your dress must have swarmed into his stomach too.

THOSE BUTTERFLIES. SO MUCH MEANING BEHIND THE BUTTERFLIES. I LOVE IT MOONY I. ADORE. IT.

I SWEAR I SAW YOUR MENTION AND I WAS AWAKE FOR LITTERALLY A MINUTE BUT WHO CARES BECAUSE MOONY POSTED THAT HUNTER BALL FIC AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERS BUT THAT.

I COULDN'T STOP MOVING AROUND IN MY BED COMPLETELY FREAKING OUT AS I READ IT. MOONY.

AND LIKE.

Hunter almost spit out the champagne in his mouth when his eyes landed on you.

YOU ALREADY KNEW I LOVED THAT PASSAGE BUT READING IT AGAIN?? SO FUNNY AND CUTE.

A princess.

NOT ME SCREAMING WHEN I READ THAT. AND LATER ON. "My little princess", UH?

AND EVEN LATER ON. OMG MOONY I-

ALSO THAT "just wait" KILLED ME.

I AM SORRY THIS IS VERY LONG AND I'M SCREAMING A LOT BUT REMEMBER HOW I TOLD YOU THIS WAS MY FAVORITE FIC EVEN BEFORE READING IT?

I CALLED IT AND I WAS RIGHT. TOP 3.

Love Love. LOVE. YOUR FIC. MOONY.

YOUR DESCRIPTONS ALWAYS HAVE ME SOBBING ON THE FLOOR. ALWAYS. IT'S THE LITTLE DETAILS; THE LITTLE ATTENTIONS YOU PUT THAT MAKES A SIMPLE SENTENCE TURN INTO SOMETHING MAGICAL

You know

You always tell Wolffe, and tell me, that we have magic running down your fingers

But as far as I'm concerned; so do you.

Your writing is magical. It's deep and detailed and beautifully orchestred; it flows, fluid and mesmerizing, and all we - as readers - can do is take a step back and admire the delicacy and the elegance and-

I start reading it, and nothing else matter until I'm done reading.

Yes, your writing is magical; ephemeral, but it's all that matters as it lasts. Just like a dance.

So please, Moony. Do not start your post by saying "nothing crazy happens"

You happened. And that's crazy how well-written that fic was.

okay, so did i really write a whole one-shot, a whole 2,218 words on literally dancing with Hunter to a song from Cinderella?

uh, yeah, i did lol :) and i have no shame because this is the longest fic i have written to date, and i am very proud of it :D also, this happens to be my first fic with a female reader, so that’s cool :) i am actually really proud of my gender neutral reader x character fics, and i am so grateful you guys enjoy my writing as much as i do, it warms my heart to see your comments and reblogs, silly tags, the whole nine yards makes me so happy :D

also, i recommend looking up the slowed version of this song on youtube, and listening to it when you get to the dancing scene lol

enjoy my goonies ❤️🥰☺️

~

Hunter x F!Reader One-Shot: Hunter was not very fond of Senate events, especially ones that his team had to go undercover for. His hair pulled back into a bun, a formal suit that made his skin crawl. Long hours of waiting, only for nothing to happen, tiring nights forgotten within the next day. When he saw his princess in that lovely dress though? Well, perhaps tonight would be a night worth remembering.

Genre: BLISS, PURE BLISS, FLUFF

Warnings: Some weirdo dude trying to get you to dance with him, but nothing happens, kissing, but like I said, nothing crazy happens.

Word Count: 2,218 words, 12,007 characters

*Disclaimer: I do not own anything relating to the Star Wars universe, nor do I own anything relating to the Clone Wars universe. I do not own any characters, places, or things unless they are of my own creation. I also do not own anything in relation to Cinderella 2015, only my own words and descriptions.*

GIF is from @kybacrystal

Song: Le Valse De L'amour

(Proofread)

~

I know those feelings run deep under the surface, your eyes show the warm soul you have. Please, tell me everything, all the love and affection, and I’ll return everything into your heart just the same. - Moons

~

~ The One In The Blue? She’s Mine ~

Hunter had realized over the years that he really didn’t like people who were not his fellow batch mates or you, the people who he was around every single day. People who loved and cared about him as much as he did them.

Actually, he didn’t like anyone outside of his squad, period.

Especially when he received orders that he was going to have to take the squad to work undercover at a Senate ball to ensure the safety of the Senators.

His brothers always tried to calm him down, try to give him something to think about as they prepared for the mission. They would try to tell him that maybe it wasn’t as bad as he made it out to be, maybe it would be different from the last time they were sent undercover.

He never believed them though.

Well, that was until tonight.

It started as usual, Senators from all over the Galaxy coming through the golden doors of the ballroom. Flashy decorations of ruby reds, sapphire blues, and amber browns placed in all the right spots. Several crystal chandeliers twinkled with life as people laughed and talked the night away. Lights illuminated faces almost long forgotten, highlighting glasses of wine and champagne that were sipped from with care. Music playing at a medium pace, instruments strummed and keys pressed to create the perfect song for a ball.

Then there was Hunter.

Long hair usually kept back by his famous bandana, now tied up in a bun on his head. Little wisps that couldn’t quite stay framing his face, highlighting the warm, toasted fawn eyes that glanced around the lavish room. A charcoal gray suit donning a darker silk on the collar to compliment the jacket. A pale white undershirt closed at the top with a black tie, and a pair of slacks to finish off the look.

He couldn’t breathe.

The suit was too tight, itching his skin, leaving invisible trails of discomfort that burned deep into his skin. Neck covered in sweat, senses sporadic as he tried to stop himself from raking his hands through his styled hair. He gripped the glass of champagne in his hand tighter, knowing if he put more pressure, the glass would surely shattered into pieces. Eyes still searching, checking, checking again, making sure there was no imminent threat ready to rear its head into the lively event taking place.

He caught sight of his youngest brother across the room, chatting with a few Senators who seemed most displeased as they listened to him ramble about anything and everything. Decked out in a navy blue suit, goggles still framing his face, hands moving wildly as he explained something.

Wrecker and Crosshair were on lookout, nowhere to be seen in the immediate area.

“At least they don’t have to wear a suit,” Hunter bitterly thought to himself.

He continued his glance around the room, looking out for any signs of danger, taking sips out of his glass in hopes to relieve his inner turmoil. Women dressed in different gowns, all following the same design or pattern. The men dressed in suits similar to him and his fellow brother. People crowded in their own groups, only to move within minutes to another. He kept searching, eyes scanning everything until-

Hunter almost spit out the champagne in his mouth when his eyes landed on you.

You had come in later than the rest of the Batch, saying you needed more time to get ready, words yelled from behind the refresher door. They didn’t question it, telling you that they were going to get a head start. You had just told them to go, shouting that you would catch up.

He hadn’t even noticed you come in.

Oh, Maker.

Your dress was an open neckline, the sleeves of the bodice wrapped around your shoulders gently. Little butterflies placed delicately on the fabric as your collarbones stood out against the royal blue. More fabric going the length of your body, pooling out in a gown as it barely touched the floor. Layers upon layers hidden underneath the outermost layer of the deeper, true blue tulle. Tiny glitters that shimmered under the light from the chandeliers, hair donning the same small glitters. Skin that glowed from the twinkling of your dress, a smile gracing your lips as you gazed out into the crowd of people. A slow sway embracing your figure as the musicians finished the current song they had been performing.

A princess.

Hunter’s past worries had completely disappeared, focusing solely on you.

It was some other man who had sauntered up to you, clearly tipsy from the multiple drinks he had just had. Drunken grin laced on his face, an arm casually wrapping around your shoulder, though you were quick to duck away. He approached you again, words coming from his mouth that Hunter could hear as he stood only a few feet away.

He didn’t even know he was walking towards you, until your eyes met his at the sound of shoes hitting the marble floor.

“Come on, pretty girl, just-”

“May I have this dance?”

It was a soft, yet stern demand that had left his mouth at the sight of you. The soft smile you felt grow on your lips as you nodded once towards the Sergeant, your stomach flipping wildly up and down at the interaction. A disgusted grunt left the drunken man next to you, reaching to grab your other arm.

You were too quick though.

You had settled your hand into his instantly, allowing him to whisk you away to the dance floor, leaving the man in your departure. He was long gone.

Hunter was your only focus now.

He had led you right to the middle, a single spot open just for the two of you as others mingled around the empty space. As if you two were meant to be together in that spot.

A warm hand settling on your waist, a step of his foot that brought him closer to you. A smile so warm on his lips that the butterflies adorning the dress you wore fluttered straight into your stomach, flapping madly.

It was confusion that settled on your face, realizing there was no music to dance to. The previous song you had been so entranced by, only to be interrupted by that rude man. Hunter continued to stare at you with a loving gaze, not noticing the pull of your eyebrows in a questioning look.

“Hunter, there’s no music.”

He only chuckled quietly, another smile pulling at his lips.

“Just wait.”

It was then that the sound of the instruments finally ran out into the room.

They played softly at first, quiet.

Then it was the start of a sway. He led you of course, shifting from right to left with ease.

He moved as if he had been doing this his whole life.

As the music continued, he moved you out to his side, arm framing your waist for only a second before he roped you back into his other arm. The music began to pick up in speed slightly, his arm not holding your waist coming to lift your arm up and down, like a bird beating its wings. He moved it higher, sharper, removing his other hand from you, tucking it behind his back in a quick motion.

A spin brought you back into him, arm cradled against his chest gently, though he was quick to take it and twirl you away from him. Coming back as fast as you had left his warmth, only for him to take your arm gently as you faced backwards, casting you afar once again.

The giggle that came from your mouth as your dress swirled around you? Those butterflies from your dress must have swarmed into his stomach too.

You were grabbing his arm gingerly now, twisting away just to take a hold of his arm again as you rotated in a circular motion around the dance floor. It was quiet now, gazes all upon you as people began to back away, realizing you needed your space.

You broke from him, taking his hand in yours as you turned around to him, arms going up to the sky before coming back down to stretch themselves out again. Going around him once again, his hand leading yours to the ceiling before bringing it back down for a second time.

The music continued, louder and quicker.

You were in awe of Hunter.

In an instant, each of your hands grasped the other’s arms gently. You both were whirling around the room now, people quickly moving and stepping away to create more space.

Stepping a few feet, the slant of your head as it swooped in a graceful motion. Hunter changed the direction of your dance, still leading you all the same. Repeating the same steps, more laughter tumbling from your mouth as he took your hand and spun you around.

The music wound around the two of you, allowing you to step with ease as it changed and echoed through the grand room. Hunter brought you back to his chest again, only to cast you out to the side of him. Your arms poised, one hand laced in his while the other extended out.

Faster, pulling you in and out. Finally bringing you to his side as he held one of your arms out, the other hand placed atop your own at your waist. He pulled you back to him, hands holding your arms faintly as he spun you round and round for what felt like the millionth time.

You wouldn’t stop for anything though, no matter how many times you’d spun.

The swishing of your dress came to the crowd, people gasping in wonder as they backed up more, still watching as you two danced elegantly across the ballroom.

The smile on your lips was so wide, your cheeks began to ache with pure joy.

Hunter brought you back to the middle, spinning you out once before taking you close. Shifting to the right, suddenly grabbing your waist as he lifted you up off the ground for only a second. Your laughter rang out into the air, both of your smiles glowing in the dazzling light.

He took you out with one arm, reeling you back in. Hands grasped yours, spinning around like there was no one there. As if there could be no one watching, just a prince and a princess dancing through the night.

Perhaps you were meant to dance in the middle of the room that night.

He twirled you around, letting go for only a second, before appearing at your side once again. Repeating it again, taking you into his arms. Except this time, he fully picked you up, raising you up as your gown fluttered through the air.

Back in the middle, only to raise you up and spin you around. Coming down to meet his eyes, pure adoration staring back at you. His smile showed the elation that was pumping straight through his heart.

The music slowed, and he brought you in, arms taking yours.

A dip, him taking you back up in seconds, separating apart as you slowly bowed to the other.

A final beat, and then applause.

Shock was the first feeling you could register as people cheered all around you. It was as if he had learned this on Kamino, surprising you with a hidden talent that you didn’t know he had until now. Mouth agape as you tried to form words, though nothing could come out.

A chuckle and the warmth of his hand returning to yours.

“Later, my sweet princess. I’ll tell you later.”

He led you away from the dance floor, greeting Tech as he was informed that no activity had happened while he was preoccupied.

You nuzzled into his side, tightening your grip on his hand as the same drunken man from before appeared from the sea of people. Hunter felt your emotions change, and he looked up to find the same sight as you.

He took your other hand in his gently, gazing at you as he turned back to the creep from before. A sound close to a growl came from his throat as the man came closer, Hunter pulling you flush against him in response.

“You see this princess here in the blue? She’s mine.”

The kiss he leaned in to give you was so passionate, lips meeting in a flurry of heat and love. An angered yell, and the running of the man as he took away from the two of you.

Hunter pulled away to find your eyes still closed, a small smile on your lips. The ones he had just pressed his own too, showed that he loved them as much as he said he did.

“My prince,” you said quietly, finally opening your eyes.

He smiled, and dove back in for another kiss, your scent filling his nose. The splash of blue from your dress left his gaze as he closed his eyes in contentment.

His sweet princess in his arms at last, donning a blue so beautiful as the smile on her lips, remembering this night for years to come.

~

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[the-superstar-daycare-agere]

Hewwo mr moony. I'm new here . I have a queshthion. Whath shouwd i do if i have shcary thoughthsh ath nighthsh? they don'th leth me shweep and i geth tho shthay awake to the morning shomethimesh. Ith makesh me shceard. I don'th wnow whath tho do !

And awsho wanthed tho shay hewwo tho mr shunny. I reawwy wishh i couwd hug him.

-🔆🌙🧸

Hello, little star. Welcome. I’m sorry to hear that you are having trouble sleeping at night, as rest is very important. Perhaps listening to a soft, quiet song or lullaby would help. There are also different breathing exercises that can calm your mind, like breathing in for four seconds, holding in for four seconds, and then breathing out for four seconds. It also may help to write down the icky thoughts you are feeling. I hope you rest well and know that you are safe and loved.

Welcome, sunbeam! We’re so glad you decided to join our daycare! Your sign-off is lovely! I’ll happily give you a hug, if you’d like!

*He held his arms out to you with a bright smile on his face.*

[onighiri-grr]

Caregiver Sundrop☀️🌙

Bc I’m so soft for them

Sunny☀️

•Sun is so caring. He takes care of and reassure his little one when something upset them distracting you with some craft

•As I said… CRAFT. He will absolutely play with you with whatever you want, finger paint? No doubt. Glitter glue? A must. Drawing with crayons? YES. Telling stories? Y e s. Hide and seek? You count!

•If the little one is a quite one he doesn’t see anything wrong with that. He will try to know you better, what you like more and then doing some craft… quietly

•I think that if the little one has some type of anxiety tick (biting nails/lips, scratching, etc.) he will absolutely try to distract you in a funny way or maybe even taking your hands in his telling you to don’t do that in a gentle manner

•Pet/little names like: sunshine, sunbite, little star. But he will surely change them if you’re uncomfy

•He lift you up in a hug when you greet him

•Waves at you sadly and tells you a lot of raccomendations when you have to go away

Moony🌙

•He Is… a little bit distant at first. But the moment he sees you yawn he’s there for you to fall asleep in a comfy pile of blanket

•he will sing for his little one… but only if you ask him politely

•If you’re a little shy he will tease you about it but then seeing your little pout he will sigh and with a gentle smile he will tells you a story

•As I said: bed time story. He’s programmed for kids and I honestly think that he likes telling stories before nap time

•You will fall asleep with him saying that you don’t need to worry about nightmares and that you’re safe

•If you suffer of insomnia he will prepare some milk or tea for you to fall asleep easily

•He will accompany you to the bathroom if you are afraid to go alone in the dark

Oh yeah, for both bad words are banned from the daycare :3

[ask-the-dolldrops]

A VERY important mission for Sun! Probably the most important mission you'll ever face on your life! Will take everything you got! But the reward will be worth it! Are you ready? ARE YOU READY!? Give Moon a good hug and snuggle and tell him how cute he is for all of us!

☀️: "Ha! An important mission for me! Very, VERY important!" *rubs his hands together eagerly* "Yes, I'm ready! I AM READY!"

🌙: "What's going on...?"

☀️: *tackles Moon into a hug* "Moony! Moony!" *snuggles their faces together*

🌙: "S-Sunny? What's up?"

☀️: "I just wanted to tell you!"

🌙: "Tell me what?" *confused, but hugs back*

☀️: "That I think you're so so cute! So very cute, Moony!"

🌙: "O-oh..." *blushes*

☀️: "Everyone else thinks that too! You're the cutest thing in the whole solar system!" *gives Moon a kiss on the cheek* "Mwhuah! I love you, Moony!"

🌙: *places his forehead against Sun's with a soft smile* "You're so embarrassing sometimes, Sunshine..."

☀️: *giggles* "I don't care! It was my mission to do this!"

🌙: "Such a silly star... I love you too." *hugs Sun closer*