Moon x Y/N
Summary: youβve been tired about life and moon tries to comfort you
Reader: gender neutral
Warnings: mentions of the glitch but nothing bad happens, this is meant to be fluff!
I had been sluggish all night with my work. It probably wasnβt the best idea, especially with Moon following me. He took notice and was repeatedly suggesting I βTake a napβ or βHave a restβ, I would brush him off each time. I knew it was making him more annoyed as the night went on, but I was too tired to really do anything about it. Not physically tired, just emotionally, and mentally. I donβt think sleep will fix that so easily. The problems will still be there when I wake up.
I debate with myself if I should tell him. Maybe heβll have a better solution, or maybe the glitch will freak out hearing me use the T word. I figure it might be worth a shot if Iβm careful. I decide to wait until Iβm safe in some light to bring it up to him.
It takes a bit, but I finally find myself in a room and turn the light on before Moon can follow me in. He looks at me annoyed as he sits just outside the light reach. Just outside my reach. I take a deep breath and give him a tired smile.
βI am not drained physically. I actually slept just before coming here. So Iβm all rested.β I say with a half-hearted thumbs up. Iβm careful with my wording, but there are only so many ways I can describe what Iβm feeling. Moon's head tilts to the side a little. Heβs listening.
βI am, however, exhausted *emotionally*.β I pause to see his reaction. Will the glitch freak out? Will he try to find a way in? It doesnβt look like it. Instead, the pupils just disappear from his eyes, causing him to blend into the darkness more.
I decide to press on, βThings have been pretty stressful lately. Iβm overwhelmed with everything I have to do and everything that has happened. Itβs a lot to process.β Iβm not even hiding how tired I sound at this point. Moon hasnβt moved though, hopefully, a good sign.
βI wanted to be honest with you. I canβt hide these things from you forever. Figured I should explain my attitude tonight before any assumptions got us in trouble. After all, a nap canβt fix everything.β This might have been a bad call, but he seems to be handling the information well. I see him take a step forward. Heβs still in the shadow, but closer to the light than I thought he would ever get.
βWhat do you want then?β He asks quietly. I look at him, a little surprised and a little relieved at the question. I sigh a little in response. I think I want a hug, but Iβm not sure if heβs in the right headspace for that. I can always ask Sun later.
As I think my options through I see a hand slowly extend towards me into the light. Itβs not the desperate hand of something looking to hurt others. Itβs the gentle hand of a naptime attendant who wants to soothe a sad kid. More so, itβs the reassuring hand of my friend who wants to comfort me. I look up at him to see red and white eyes.
βAre you sure?β I ask hesitantly. He nods quietly.
I reach my hand out and he patiently waits for mine to join his on the verge between light and shadow. The silicone on his hand makes them soft and a room temperature. He gives my hand a little squeeze. βIt will be okay, we will make sure of it.β He says reassuringly. I give him an appreciative smile and squeeze his hand back. βThanks, I think I really needed this.β
I donβt even realize my misty eyes until the ache sets in. I turn away a little to rub them dry, but Iβm careful not to let go of Moon. Oddly enough, he is whatβs grounding me right now.
I feel a gentle hand on my head patting me soothingly. βItβs okay, you can cry. We will stay as long as it takes for you to feel better.β Iβm not sure if itβs the reassurance or the permission to lose it for a moment, but before I know it, Iβm sobbing. Itβs a frustrated sob that stings my throat and drenches my face as I cry into the hand of my friend. I curl into his hand a bit as I take it with both of mine like itβs a lifeline in a storm. Like itβs the salvation Iβve been waiting for. Like itβs the home Iβve been trying to return to.
He moves the hand on my head slowly to cup my cheek. He doesnβt try to raise my head or force me to look anywhere. Instead, he just rubs his thumb across my cheek as I continue to cry into the night.
Eventually, I take some deep breaths as I continue holding his other hand against my face. He keeps rubbing my cheek all the same. I almost hide behind his hand, not ready to face the next moment. I hesitate to look up at him, I probably look like a mess.
βIt will be alright, we will figure this out together.β He says in a quiet and gentle voice. I lean into his hand more and squeeze it tightly. He squeezes back gently.
I finally look up at him hesitantly. Moon looks at me with concerned and gentle eyes. βPromise?β I dare to ask, needing reassurance that I wonβt be alone in figuring this out.
Moon leans in a little with a kind smile, holding my cheeks with both his hands as he wipes the tears away, βWe promise, starlight.β
