#s/i x djmm

[artastic-friend]

One of the common themes I have in the stories I make up with reader/y/n x djmm is where the reader fixes up the mini music man/men (that were in the vent in fnaf sb) and idk,,, silly goofy guy being like “omg you fixed my little man? 🥺🥺” is just so good to me.

If this makes any sense (sorry if it doesn’t)

YOU ARE SO RIGHT ANON!!!!!

S-TIER IDEA!!

HE WOULD BE SO HAPPY

(so sorry I took so long responding to this ask btw!! 😅😅)

#dj music man #djmm #my art #ask response #djmm x y/n #music man #fnaf #fnaf security breach #artastic-friend

[yandere-x-reader]

➼ Dividers done by @/cafekitsune

Color Code: Romantic, Platonic, Either

MHA / BNHA ♡

Mezo Shoji, Koji Koda, Rikido Sato, Tenya Ida, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyorozu, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Mashirao Ojiro, Yuga Aoyama, Denki Kaminari, Izuku Midoriya, Mina Ashido, Fumikage Tokoyami, Ochaco Uraraka, Kyoka Jiro, Toru Hagakure, Tsuyu Asui, Hitoshi Shinso, Mirio Togata, Nejire Hado, Tamaki Amajiki, Hizashi Yamada, Present Mic, Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead, Enji Todoroki/Endeavor, Keigo Takami/Hawks, Rumi Usagiyama/Mirko, Yu Takeyama/Mt. Lady, Toshinori Yagi/All Might, Kugo Sakamata/Gang Orca, Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fat Gum, Emi Fukukado/Miss Joke, Nemuri Kayama/Midnight, Sekijiro Kan/Vlad King, Nezu, Eri Aizawa

FNAF:SB ♡

Sun, Moon, Roxy, Monty, Glamrock Freddy, Glamrock Chica, DJMM, Vannesa/Vanny, Gregory, Map Bot

Encanto

Luisa, Mirable, Isabella, Delores,Camilo, Alma, Pepa, Bruno, Julieta, Felix, Agustin, Antonio

Gravity Falls ♡

Bill Chipher, Stanley, Stanford, Mable, Dipper.

OCs ♡

To be added

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Abortion: I don't really have a side here but I don't like the though of writing it as it makes me uncomfortable.

Rape/SA: I don't feel comfortable doing this subject. I can not do mentions of it as I have not personally experienced it and don't want to miss somthing or do something wrong.

NSFW: I may be a yandere blog but I do not wish to do anything sexual on this blog, only romantic and platonic here.

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#request #request rules

[head-empty-only-sunshine]

DJs Got Them Falling in Love

Ch. 6: Softie

A/N: Wow im really plastering myself out here huh. Don't roast me please I'm havin' a rough time ;w; I just want tiggles

Description: Cin... isn't as tough as they made themselves out to be. DJ found this out with one too many little curious pokes. The dumbass is ticklish, and has no place acting all threatening-like when they snort and giggle like an idiot.

Pairing: s/i X DJMM

Word Count: 1634

[Index]

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Visiting DJ had become incredibly common for Cin now. There really wasn’t a single day where they weren’t backstage at least once at some point in time. Even now, despite knowing DJ had a show for a teen birthday party, they still mosied backstage to antagonize him regardless of what he was doing later on. There was still a half hour to spare before the scheduled show time. Cin thought he could use the company.

“Hellooooo~ Where’s my favourite twenty foot tall DJ~?” They called out.

To their surprise, he wasn’t yet in his larger casing. DJ wandered in his more appropriately sized form and came over to greet them. He was hiding behind the curtain, presumably because he was about to transfer over; but of course, Cin’s presence brought him out instead and he was happy to indulge in conversation with them at any time.

“Favourite? When did I become your favourite?” He inquired, walking over to them.

“You act like both of us weren’t overly excited to meet each other the moment they finished your upgrades. You’ve been my favourite, nerd.” They replied, flopping down on the couch.

“Aaah, I’m honoured then! Though I thought I would get at least a brief moment’s peace before the show. It seems I was wrong.” He said in jest.

“Pff, shut the hell up. You enjoy my company too much to mean that.” They snorted.

“Ugh, you’re right, I do. Messing with you is actually one of my favourite pastimes too.” He noted.

Playfully, DJ bent down and jabbed at Cin on the couch. To his surprise, they reacted with a loud yelp and scooted off to the side away from his hand. They then shot him a sideways glance of horror and rubbed the spot where he poked in an attempt to rid themselves of the feeling. This was interesting indeed, and they had his full attention now.

“Geez, hasn’t anyone ever taught you to keep your hands to yourself?” They scoffed.

“Oh my god. You’re ticklish!” DJ gasped upon realizing what he had done.

“Yeah and? Isn’t everyone? Keep ya digits to yourself you hooligan!” Cin said defensively.

Boy, they did not like the sudden look in DJ’s eyes though. Those glasses of his did no favour to hide the sudden and intensifying glow of his eyes. Not only could it be seen on his face behind the glasses, but they could totally see each pupil through the shades easily. Cin did not like the way his hands raised up, nor the way he stepped forwards towards them. The situation… was no longer in their favour.

“Don’t you dare.”

“You see, normally I would agree. Not today though.” DJ chuckled darkly.

‘H-hey! Ack! B-back off you fiend!” Cin fretted, shuffling back on the couch.

How unfortunate. Naturally, DJ wanted to explore this little discovery. The loud, relatively crude bundle of cuss words and energy that was Cin, had a weakness. He felt it was time to smother all that tough guy attitude down.

Cin may have had a chance if they backed off of the couch and ran quicker, but they were conflicted and became trapped before they could decide. DJ crawled onto the couch and towered above them, getting straight to the point and poking at their sides. There was a fight for a moment as they fended off his attacks between little suppressed yelps, but he of course had the aid of multiple hands on his side. When Cin went in for one more jab of defiance he caught their fists with his higher pair of hands and held onto them firmly, sitting atop their legs to prevent any kicking. They were completely disarmed, and he had two extra hands to get to work with.

“Unfair! This is unfair you have too many liIIMBS! Stahahap!” Cin rambled in a futile attempt to change his mind.

He really took his time to enjoy how quickly Cin’s composure fell apart. A couple of pokes to their side and they were already lost in a fit of giggles. If poking did so much, he wondered how they’d react to a real tickle attack, so he decided to find out. He gave their sides some mean squeezes, earning a whole string of cuss filled laughter from them.

“You’re an asshohohole!”

“Oh you are just the cutest~. Not so tough now, are ya~?” He teased, scribbling his fingers over their ribs.

“F-fuck ohohoff!” They retaliated, trying to free their hands.

“Nah~. I’ll keep going. I mean, it’s convenient how all your weakest spots are out in the open for me to see, so why wouldn’t I indulge in this delight~?”

“NooOOHOHO!”

Cin was in stitches by now. DJ had taken their hands and gathered them into one of his, giving him three tools to tease with now as he honed in on their hips, digging into the little groove on either side. They overflowed with snorts and laughter, their cheeks a shade of vivid red that DJ did not think a human could take on. He was having too much fun, and used his third free hand to gently trace over their tummy, overloading them with the tickly sensations to the point where they no longer could form words. Trapped beneath him, all they could do was laugh and get even redder, trying their damndest to escape his attack. No matter which way they wiggled though, they were trapped, laughing more than they ever had in years.

A breather was finally granted after a few more minutes of enduring his ticklish assault. The one thing that stopped him was the chanting of anxious and excited teens from outside, reminding him that he still had a show to go on with. Though he was reluctant to do so, he stopped tickling them and let them breathe, really taking in how red their cheeks were before he let them go and got off the couch.

“You’re so lucky I’ve got a show to carry on with. You’re safe for now.” DJ said menacingly.

“Gah! Y-you’re so mean.” Cin whined, curling up and clutching a nearby pillow as if to protect themselves.

“Hahah! I’d argue, but I’m not sure you could have good counterpoints with cheeks as red as yours.” He laughed, making his way back to the curtain covered area.

Cin stuck their tongue out at his back while he went off and transferred over into his twenty foot tall casing. It was still a very much appreciated gimmick to use that form, so he used it often while he had the chance to. Surprisingly, kids loved his massive form. When he re-emerged from behind the curtain, he had to laugh again, because Cin still prominently glared at him while a vivid blush sat on their cheeks. The only change was now they were flipping him off.

“Heh~ So are you gonna be back here the whole time?” He asked, redirecting the conversation to lessen the weight of embarrassment on them.

“Mhmm.” They nodded, retracting their finger. “That was my original purpose. I like to watch without being mobbed.”

“Then enjoy to your heart’s content, you big softie~”

“Get your ass on stage before I fight you.” They threatened.

“Cin, I am literally twenty feet tall.”

“And? I’ll clock you and steal your glasses fool.” They insisted.

“Sure, cutie.”

“GOOOO!”

DJ snickered the whole time and quickly made his way to the stage, leaving Cin behind as a flustered mess. They grumbled and groaned into the pillow they clutched until cheers and music could be heard. Briefly, they rubbed all the very open spots on their body to try and get rid of the phantom tickles they felt still lingering. Their outfit truly did reveal all their worst spots, save for one. There was a moment where Cin considered changing their outfit, but reconsidered, wondering what it would take to get him to do that again.

After one more growl into the pillow Cin cleared their head and got up, slowly making their way to the stage. They hid behind a wall and leaned on it so the crowd wouldn’t see them, but they could still see DJ. He was of course massive as ever, and it was admittedly cool as hell to see him working with such a massive turntable. A tiny smile crept up on their face as they watched him get into the groove of things, almost forgetting how embarrassed they were mere minutes ago.

While they stood there, DJ turned around and noticed them staring up at him. He gave a discreet wave with two fingers and a smile to indicate he was aware of their presence, and was happy to see what he would consider a shy wave in return. No middle fingers, no tongue, just a tiny smile and a wave back. The grin he wore would be impossible to wipe off for the rest of the show now, that was a sure fact. He returned his attention to the crowd below, but made sure to give the bass a good extra crank up, knowing how much Cin appreciated a good bass rumble. They very much did appreciate it, feeling the music through the wall as they listened on.

“Fucking hell…” They muttered to themselves. “I’m catching feelings… aren’t I? Can I even…”

They were conflicted. Unsure. They did not know if these were good feelings, feelings to act upon, or if they were just being dumb. He was an animatronic. There’s no way that could work… right? It just wasn’t realistic. But.. His sentience, the feeling of his casing, and every damned interaction with him screamed otherwise. Cin glanced at their fazwatch and glared down at the still increasing heart rate that pushed over 110.

“Maybe I am a softie. Shit.”

#self shipping hours #fighting with myself rn #djmm #s/i #fnaf self insert #s/i x djmm #s/i x canon #fnaf s/i #tickle fic #it's a reward #fluff #fnaf dj music man #dj music man #djs in love #dj talkbox

[clownsuu]

I can't put in word how much im obsessed over your Moon x DJMM (robot and human) so i'm gonna express it in other way

*Ejem

* GAY SCREAMING

t h e n i g h t s p o o k i e s

im obsessed with drawing them so this is a fair trade LMAOO

#Fnaf moon #djmm #dj music man #i should probably draw sun interacting with dj as well but with moon it’s fun-

[snowflakeanimelover]

Can you do a djmm x male reader where the reader gets stuck on top of something and dj has to get him down? Thank you!!

This was super fun to write! I laughed when I read this request, so thank you! Sorry it's so short.

Relationship: DJ Music Man x Male Reader

Fandom: Human AU(Inspired by the DJMM Clownsuu created)

Warnings: Fluff :)

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You would think DJ Music Man was a busy man at his job. He loved listening to music and dancing with the guests. But he had it pretty easy with his assistant. Assistant and…well…lover. (Y/N) have been together for a while now, and it’s so easy to lose his tiny lover in the West Arcade. DJ Music Man is so tall, (Y/N) was tiny compared to him.

Almost every day DJ has to walk around the area to look for his troubled lover. And by looking, I mean hearing. He got around pretty well with him being blind. So, he can hear (Y/N)’s cries for help echoing through the building. When the cries got louder, he knew he was getting close.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing up there?” DJ chuckles.

“U-Um…I saw something…” (Y/N) answers nervously.

He sighs with a smile. “How many times do I have to tell you to ask me if you want to go up there? That way I’m not walking all over the place to find you.” He reaches up, having to get onto his toes, and grabs (Y/N) to take him down. Instead of putting him back on the ground, he keeps him in the air in his big hands. “Understood?”

(Y/N) looks down in embarrassment. “Y-yeah…thanks.”

DJ smiles, setting him back down and walking side by side to their stage. “Now, have you worked on the list for tomorrow's music?”

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf game #new fnaf game #video game #reader #x reader #male reader #djmm #dj music man #djmm x reader #dj music man x reader #djmm x male reader #dj music man x male reader #fluff #getting stuck #inspired by clownsuu #his art is amazing

[xthe-writing-vampirex]

DJMM trying to hide his s/o from Vanny and panicking because he could accidentally hurt them if he tried to hide them under his hand(s), his hat's to small to keep them hidden, being behind the booth can only do so much and he doesn't have enough time to go into his tunnels so he just… panic noms

So one of my ideas for DJMM is that he makes little beeping noises along with other mechanical noises with different tones to communicate, kinda like Bumble Bee in Transformers. His S/O will be very accustomed to their meanings after a while. Anyway I hope you enjoy this💕

DJMM x S/O! Reader (⚠Safe Vore)

Word Count: 728

Warnings: ⚠Soft Vore⚠, Mentions of killing reader because Vanny, slight fear

Fandom: FNAF Security Breach

Pairings: DJMM x Reader

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You met DJMM when you started hanging out with Freddy and the gang after hours, the night shift got pretty boring after all. At first the giant, spider-like animatronic absolutely terrified you, honestly who wouldn't be afraid of something like that. After joining Freddy for a bit of dancing every few nights however, you began to develop feelings for the quiet DJ.

Now here you were, a few months after you'd first met, dating the animatronic you once feared. He's gentle, kind and gives the best cuddles. Your favorite time of the night is when you simply get to go into the holes in the walls with him and cuddle up in his nest. He kept pillows and plushies of all shapes and sizes in there so you would always feel safe and comfortable. After all, the spider boi wanted nothing more than to protect his little butterfly.

So when the whole fiasco with Vanny began you can bet your life that he was panicking over you. You'd been going all over the pizza plex trying to help find a certain naughty little kid, that is…..until you started seeing someone in a bunny suit with a knife running around. This had just turned into an incredibly dangerous situation and when the bunny locked eyes with you your heart sank. There was only one safe place to go now. Running as fast as your legs would take you, you make your way to the Fazcade and the main animatronic you trust to help you.

As you burst through the doors and run up to DJMM his black eyes widen. What could be causing you to react this way? He doesn't have to question your reaction for long because soon enough a certain skipping murderous bunny makes her way in. MM looks around the room, trying frantically to find some way to hide you from this person who clearly had malicious intentions. The lights glinting off of the knife in her hand told him that. Unable to think of anywhere else to hide you and more or less having a panic attack the DJ picks you up in his gloved hand, carefully putting you past his rows of teeth that are always visible.

At first you have no idea what's happening, you just kind of end up in an odd dark place the color of MM's eyes. Then you're pushed down a type like structure of the same color until you fall into a soft and rather large and hollow space. It's not until the walls start to glow with a swirling purple light that you're able to stop and actually think about what just happened. The last thing you saw was what looked like MM's teeth closing back into place. That's around when the reality of your situation hit you. He had literally swallowed you. You'd come to him for help and for some reason this is what he thought of. You sit frozen in place for a moment before you hear him make a few noises, they're usually the ones he makes when he's concerned about you.

"You ate me! What made you think this was a good idea?" You say, terrified while also being a bit annoyed at your significant other. Your question is answered with a few more concerned boops and beeps. You can't help but sigh, looking up at what you guess must be the entrance to his esophagus. That must have been the tube you fell down. As you look around the glowing cavern you notice just how soft and warm your surroundings were. Despite your fear you had to convince yourself he hadn't done this to harm you. "You're not going to hurt me…..right?" You ask, needing some type of confirmation. MM makes a sad beeping sound and then a slight, almost purr like sound that he usually does to comfort you. That was as close to a no as you're going to get from the silent DJ. After all, he wasn't programmed to speak.

Putting a hand on what you assumed was the stomach wall you try your best to calm down. The silk like texture that moves and dips under your hand makes this all the more real to you.

"Just…..remember to let me out when it's safe." Your request is met with a few more gentle beeps.

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[callmegkiddo]

My darling Melody~

Note: (based on @clownsuu ‘s design of human DJMM from FNAF SB, please also note that they are humanoid animatronics in this one-shot)(Human! DJMM x Nightguard! reader)

I stared at my Fazwatch as I roamed around the PizzaPlex. Pointing my flashlight around, I hummed. I walked through the gift shop, putting the flashlight in my mouth; I crouched down to lift the door. Making sure the light pointed in front of me, I braced myself. Lifting the metal sliding door, I quickly crawled into the greenroom hall. Grunting, I put the door back down.

Rolling my shoulders, I wiped the flashlight on my pant leg. Continuing my rounds, I checked on the bots in their green rooms. Ever since the Gregory Incident, a lot has happened. Poor guy came back to the Pizza plex 2 hours after his escape. Freddy wanted everything to be fixed. Thankfully, Vannessa convinced the big man to agree with the idea.

So the PizzaPlex was rebuilt, the bots were fixed and checked for any bugs. The boss fired workers.

 And all was well and good. That is until the company was bankrupt. Everyone had a bad time when that happened. Bots, STAFF, and human staff had to work overtime to keep the company rolling. Some bills had to be delayed, and some people thought of quitting.

It was hell at Fazbears. Sighing, I went over to the main area. Y'know where the big stage is? As I made my way to the elevator for the WestArcade, I passed by a very tired Vannesa. Poor girl had her ear chewed out when they realized she was why everything went downhill. Poor girl had to pay back the company with her savings and extra work, which I'm pretty sure is illegal.

Smiling gently, I patted her shoulder in reassurance. She gave me a smile in return. Entering the elevator, I pressed the Freddy-shaped button. The doors closed, and I went up.

Even with all that's happened somehow, the place hasn't been shut down, and people still keep coming, especially Gregory. Ohh, Gregory, the kid lives with Vannesa. He comes over to keep the bots company when they're on a break. He tries to help around as much as he can, going over to help manage the counter (the kid is smart enough to survive an entire night by himself, with the help of Freddy, of course). He even helps in Parts and Service.

The extra hand is appreciated. Smiling softly, I look up from my Fazwatch. When the elevator stopped, I stepped out. Humming softly, I roamed the West Arcade. I check the karaoke rooms and keep an eye on the STAFF bots to alert Vanessa through the central unit if they malfunction.

I heard some whistling as I entered the other arcade cabinets' backrooms. The tapping of dress shoes echoed against the walls.

Smiling, I chuckle. "Well, now I know where the main event is," I said teasingly. A booming laugh made me jump. Groaning, I glare at the inhumanly tall figure "You piece of shit," I hissed. DJ just snickered. "Sorry about that, little lady," He said. His features glowed in the dark. I shined the light at his face; his grin only widened. "I know that's not gonna work, right?" I sighed. I missed messing with him. Before the whole Vanny thing, he had such beautiful eyes.

My mood immediately went south. I knew Vannesa didn't mean to kill people, and I knew she didn't mean to blind him, but…

DJ placed a big hand atop my head. "You okay? You suddenly went silent," the 'Giant Enemy Spider' asked. Humming, I tapped his hand; he let his hand fall to his side, his brows furrowed in concern. "I'm a fine big guy. C'mon, let's get back to the setup".

He followed the sound of my footsteps. We maneuvered around the WestArcade. I helped him down the stairs (He still can't get used to them). As we approached his stage, I felt my arm get tugged. Craning my neck up at DJ, I hummed, "What's up, spooder man?" He picked me up; it didn't matter if I was as heavy as a speaker. The man was strong enough to carry Freddy, Monty, and his kids.

"Are you sure your okay, super idol?" my cheeks heated up. I looked away, uncertain and flustered. My frown deepened; I hugged him as tight as I could. DJ gently wrapped his giant arms around me. Patting my head, he sighs. Sitting down, he lets me sulk. "It's going to be okay, super idol. We'll get through this," he hummed.

Patting at my pockets, he pulls out my phone. Showing it to me, he asks politely, "Hey, can you play something from your music box playlist?" He said it so shyly I couldn't help but giggle. Grabbing my phone, I play (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QtOMB7ixhVM).

Scoffing the ruffles pokes at my face teasingly, "That old thing? Really??" I glared at him playfully. I booped his nose hard. Scrunching up his face, he rubs at his nose. "Hey!" "Don't 'Hey' me asshole," I chided. Shaking his head, he gets up. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he takes my hand with the other.

I give him a suspicious stare. "What're you-" I yelp as he starts moving. My legs were dangling. I went to grip at his shoulder. He only laughed at my reaction. "C'mon! Enjoy yourself, angel!" Glaring at him, I huff, "Whatever you say, spooder man."

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We slow danced (with me still dangling like a doll) for the rest of the song. When it ended, he plopped back onto his stage, with me still in his arms. I was tired, and my shift had probably ended already.

Yawning, I leaned against the brute. Something brushed against my cheek. I muttered incoherently as I dozed off. Before I was completely out, though, I heard DJ whisper with a hint of adoration, "Sleep tight, my darling melody~."

Taglist: @snowflakeanimelover

#FNAF #FNAF SB #DJMM #FNAF DJMM #Human DJMM #x reader #romantic #fnaf security breach

[thesongoftheirlove]

ANYWAY

I got the context so let me say that first- ^^'

Hug anon (me- obviously @@') and Luka messed with sunrise by asking DJMM to sing cpr x misery (yes I have angst ideas from cpr x fucking misery) and sunrise quit due to it (donno if this is permanent or not but still)- and hug anon brought up how a employee would probably bring 🌑 back and 🌑 said "-hide like a bug"- So hug anon called them a rolly polly- which made 🌑 tell hug anon to shush and then this-

So

Sunrise is clearly mad

So what ifff--

I gave hug a fear of sunrise leaving it because it really doesn't want to go home and what if I made it way more scared of moondrops glitches because of that instilled fear of abandonment because their brain thinks its from moondrop and sunrise hating it despite knowing fully well that isn't true ^^ (due to the fact hug anon is 6/7 years old- would be justified for it to think)

Listen let me project into my anon characters /hj

iM- bestie the a n g s t but also the projection like fucking hell sbdkshfh-/lh you need to stop making your characters relatable in general goddamn-

#[ ask! 💌 ] #[ hu tao! 👻 ] #seabunnythatlikeshorror

[head-empty-only-sunshine]

DJ's Got Them Falling in Love

Ch. 3: Battle of DJs

A/N: I'm in an awful spot right now so I'm throwing this around tryna cheer myself up lol. There was a song of reference, but there's too much stuff going on so slap on any old edm playlist for this one really.

Description: It had finally come time for them to perform together. They take the stage as one unit of pure DJ talent, but it turns to a little playful competition by order of the crowd.

Pairing: S/I X DJMM

Word Count: 2082

[Index]

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Tonight’s set would definitely be one to outplay all their previous ones. DJ Music Man himself would be accompanying them tonight for his formal introduction to the more adult audience that came to the Pizzaplex, which would surely make it a set to remember. They had never run a program with him before, and the thought of doing so made them incredibly eager. Cin had been replacing him for a while now, so it was about time they got together and gave proper introductions with their music instead.

Currently a basic intro track played over the speakers of the west arcade while Cin paced around backstage, stretching their legs out and sipping on a cooler from the nearby bar. They didn’t really like to drink, but a cooler or two would help ease their nerves for the show to come. All they had to do now was wait for DJ… wherever the hell he was. Cin expected him to be backstage already, but it seemed he had business elsewhere. Oh well, more time to sip generously on the fruity beverage.

Luckily, the wait wasn’t too long. DJ showed up right around when Cin finished their first bottle and greeted them with a wave. This caught them off guard a little before they threw up their arms to gesture the words ‘where the hell were you’ before walking over to him.

“It’s about time you showed up!” They huffed, the empty bottle still gripped between their fingers.

“So sorry~ I was kept behind by parts and services again.” He apologized.

“Hoo, you’re lucky I’ve eased my nerves with liquor, DJ honey.”

“Honey? He inquired.

“You’re the one who said formalities are for suckers.” They snorted with a mischievous grin. “If you want to be even, I extend you the same permission to call me whatever you want~”

“My god, are you drunk already?” He snickered.

“Nope. I just removed my filter is all. I promise you I’m plenty competent enough to operate the turntables.” Cin answered quite clearly, tossing their empty bottle into a nearby recycling bin with flawless accuracy. “See?”

DJ held up all four of his hands and laughed. “Alright, you’ve proven yourself! I’ll take you seriously, Cin.”

“Perfect~. Ah, I can’t wait to introduce you to the mess of a crowd I’ve got.” They mused.

“They’ve taken a liking to you then?”

“Oh they love me. Both crowds, since I’ve covered your shows for so long. I have a feeling you miiiiight have to win back the affection of the crowd since I’ve been holding down this stage for so long~” Cin teased.

“Is that so?” He chuckled. “You tryna take my job?”

“Naaaah, I’m just fuckin’ with ya.” They cackled. “They really are attached to me out there though. I’m sure it’ll be easy to win their hearts if it’s you, so don’t worry about a thing~”

“Oh?”

“Details! Details. Anyway, now that you’re here I can go out and start. Wait here until I introduce ya, m’kay?” They carried on, pushing past the question hanging in the air and turning to walk out on stage.

Cin dismissed all opportunities for him to press further questions like it was their day job. He sighed with defeat and simply let this inquiry slide. There was a show to be run, after all, so he paced up behind them and stopped just before he would be visible on stage, waiting for the grand introduction Cin had planned.

On stage, once Cin was in sight, a wave of cheering came from the rather large crowd. It seemed to be a full house tonight on account of it being a special occasion. Cin had their hands on the turntables already and started to transition into some more lively beats, most of the lights in the area shifting down to a purple with black lights turning on. They were positively glowing, both literally and figuratively, almost like they entered a whole different state of being when with the music. Once all attention was on them, they finally spoke, ready for introductions.

“Welcome everyone! So nice to see a full house tonight!” Cin greeted, booming their voice through the speakers with their wireless tech.

The arcade exploded with delight, a wide range of people from the ages of eighteen all the way up to their forties waving cheap glow sticks around like their lives depended on it.

“I know some of you have been waiting for this one. I’ve been covering his shows for the past few months while he received an upgrade, but that upgrade is done now! Now he’s ready to take to the stage once again, and his big debut starts with me! Clocking in at seven feet tall for tonight instead of the usual twenty, I’d like to ask y’all for a full house welcome for DJ Music Man!”

After Cin announced DJ’s entry, the crowd did not disappoint. Before he even set foot on the stage they were roaring, and got impossibly louder once he actually stepped out. It was a warm welcome indeed, and he took his place right next to Cin as if he had been doing this the whole time.

“Hope you don’t mind if I take over for a little while. I need to re-assert myself~” He mumbled quietly to them.

“Go crazy.” They grinned, sliding over a little.

“Wonderful. Let’s get this party started!”

DJ’s voice boomed over the speakers in a similar fashion to Cin’s. Both of them had the same kind of control over the arcade, so the crowd went wild when they realized they were going to get double the energy tonight. Cin took a step to the side to grab another cooler the bar offered them at the edge off the stage, and they let DJ go wild.

He had no problem adjusting to working with his smaller casing on stage. He was good. Real good. So good they forgot this was also their show to run. After a while of staring like a fool Cin put their drink down on a nearby stool and shoved their way back to center stage next to DJ, pushing up a couple sliders and transitioning into yet another song. Yes it was chaotic, and it got a little competitive admittedly, but it always worked no matter what. Cin and DJ took turns fading in and out of new songs flawlessly, until Cin got an idea.

“Hey, hey, quick question for the crowd tonight.” Cin spoke up, lowering the volume of the music a little. “After we’ve been up here for this long, who do you think is the better DJ? Me, or him?”

The crowd was filled with gasps and ‘ooo’ sounds. DJ shot Cin a sideways glance with a raised brow, intrigued by this question.

“BATTLE TO FIND OUT!” Someone screamed from the crowd.

The floor erupted with cheers that agreed with that statement. Cin chuckled, turning their head to look up at DJ.

“You’re really tryna start a war with me huh?” DJ teased.

“No harm in a little playful competition, right big guy~?” They hummed. “Or are you scared they’re gonna pick me over you?”

“Oh you play hard don’t you?” He snorted. “Playful competition it is.”

The crowd got a show they surely never expected now. Cin and DJ quite literally fought over who had the center of the turntables constantly now, songs mixing more and more. It was more of a grand mashup that played now, a new sample of well known songs starting every ten seconds or so, almost like they had a time limit and had to squeeze in as many songs as possible. The funny part: they all worked together perfectly. Despite fighting over the turntables every second of sound was kept on beat with proper fade to create one long mashup track as the two of them put in as many of their favourite songs as possible. It could be considered one of the most civilized wars ever.

Eventually, both of them stopped fighting so much and settled on a position, though it wasn't initially expected. Cin stood their ground at the center of the turntables, but DJ insisted on being the center of attention as well himself. He took his place directly behind them, one set of arms wrapping around to have control still. It was practically a perfect fit to be standing like that, the height difference allowing both of them to be seen while they mixed away. There were at least three hands on the turntables at all times, and honestly, both of them were pretty comfortable like that. The performance went smoothly, and after enough time passed Cin tapped into the speakers once more to ask the crowd yet again who they thought was the best.

“Well, do we have an answer yet?” They asked.

“REMATCH! REMATCH! REMATCH!”

The whole floor erupted with the chant of a rematch, mixed in with the muddled voices of others yelling that both of them were too good for anyone to decide. They needed more time to decide, and Cin laughed.

“So what I’m hearing is you want a rematch next week, yeah?” Cin asked, which earned positive yelling in response.

“The crowd has spoken. Looks like weekly DJ battles are on the schedule from now on~” DJ chimed in.

While everyone cheered excitedly for the new weekly occurrence that was to come to the Pizzaplex, Cin turned the volume back up and set a song up to play on its own. They then leaned back into DJ’s chest and took a brief moment of rest, reaching for that cooler they left on the stool to start sipping on again.

“Y’know, you’re a lot more fun to work with than I expected.” Cin commented, only loud enough for him to hear while they took a swig of their drink.

“I could say the same about you myself. You’re one hell of a DJ, love~”

Cin immediately choked on whatever amount of cooler was in their mouth and tried not to spit it out all over the tech. With a failed attempt at keeping the liquid down it dribbled out of their mouth and onto the floor, earning a bout of snorting laughter from DJ.

“L-love?!”

“Hey, you said I could call you whatever I wanted to, right~?” He teased. “I didn’t think you’d mind too much considering how much you’re leaning on me.”

“H-hey! You’re just… oddly human feeling. Whatever they made your casing out of feels insanely realistic. Damn, let a bitch appreciate it.” They muttered, distracting themselves with another lineup of songs in the queue while they sipped at their drink again.

“Huh…”

“Huh? Huh what? Did I say something funny?”

“You’re not as tough as you brand yourself to be.” He replied.

“I will kick you off the edge of the stage I swear to god.” Cin mumbled, trying to ignore him now.

He laughed at them because they were clearly flustered. He had obviously struck a nerve with them because they moved a little closer to the table now to try and hyperfocus on the next song transition. He however, was not done teasing them just yet. This discovery of a weak point was too sweet to not indulge in, so he leaned down over their shoulder and pointed at the laptop screen on the side with one free hand and a smirk so devious they could almost slap it right off of him.

“Hey, try mixing these two together. The BPM matches already and the style will shake it up a little.” He commented, his face obnoxiously close to theirs.

“I was going to. Stop fuckin flustering me and I’ll get to it.” Cin said between gritted teeth, attempting to hide the flush on their face.

“Flustering you? Me? Nooo, I would never do that! That’s just the alcohol painting your face red, right?” He teased further.

“Yes. It is. Fucking nerd.”

Despite the bite in their tone, Cin couldn’t stop the twitchy grin from rising on their face. DJ noticed it before he leaned back again and let them continue their work, watching as they dramatically chugged the rest of their drink. He did not comment on it, but preserved that image in his mind with a smirk of his own. They were very fun to work with indeed, and he couldn’t wait to keep doing so. Especially since he now knew they weren’t as tough as advertised.

#fluff #s/i #s/i x djmm #s/i x canon #fnaf s/i #self insert #fnaf oc #oc x canon #mutual pining #djmm #fnaf dj music man #dj music man #you can still read this as a reader insert if you want

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DJ's Got Them Falling In Love

Ch. 2: Cyber Checkup

A/N: still fighting over my own pronouns but that's fine. I'll probably address my gender identity crisis in one of these eleven chapters lmao. I'm just a wee lil simp and this is my current brain fuel. I promise more direct reader inserts to come soon.

Description: DJ finds out Cin needs upgrades too. Nobody told him they were a cyborg, so now he's nose deep in their business while they receive upgrades together.

Pairing: S/I X DJMM

Word Count: 1541

[Index]

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“Oi! Watch it!” Cin grumbled, shooting the parts and services worker a sideways glance. “I’m still mostly flesh you know.”

“Sorry! Sorry, we’re still not used to working on such delicate tech.” The worker apologized.

“You really should be by now. You’ve been updating my software for months.” They snorted, readjusting themselves in the chair.

Yes, Cin was in parts and services. They needed checkups from both them and regular doctors thanks to having that chip and internal nanotech in their body; another unique little quirk about them. Unfortunately though, a lot of the workers were far too used to handling the tougher animatronics with less delicate tech, so they got the accidental shock or poke too hard here and there. How they weren’t used to working with them by now was a mystery. The workers all eventually figured it out after enough visits. It was just the newer ones that seemed to forget.

“How big is the update this time?” Cin asked one the wires were neatly connected to their chip.

“A little bigger than the last time. There have been some permissions upgrades for you, so you have more access to tech in your environment. You have security access level 7 now. This means you need better antivirus to keep up with your security privileges.” The worker explained.

“Big updates indeed. Alright, fire away. Can’t wait to become a mini heater for a moment.” They chuckled.

Cin got comfy where they sat, turning backwards on the chair to rest against it and chill out while the updates went through. The parts and services worker monitored their update mindlessly through the silence, until that silence was broken by another worker and his patient of the hour. The workers got distracted with themselves, but the new patient was far more distracted by Cin.

“And what might you be doing in parts and services, Cin?” DJ’s voice rang out.

“Oh, hey! Just an update. The usual stuff.” They answered casually, pleasantly surprised to see him there.

It had been weeks since their last proper meeting. The one scheduled for them to officially be introduced came and went, as well as shocked the staff when it was discovered they had already been aquainted. After that though there was a lot of additional work to be done, and even Cin had to slow down on how many shows they did a week in favour of doing repairs for the place. There were audio issues everywhere, and it kept them busy.

“Updates? On a human?” He questioned further.

“Oh, did they not tell you I’m a cyborg?” Cin said.

“You’re a what?”

“Oh wow they didn’t fill either of us in on any details about each other at all did they.” Cin sighed. “C’mere. I’m sure your tech can spare a few minutes. They seem busy chatting with my tech anyway.”

Cin gestured for him to come closer, to which he did so with great interest. They turned their head so he could see better and pointed to the chip on the back of their neck where wires currently ran from, and he raised a brow. DJ leaned in close, close enough for them to feel his artificial breaths on the back of their neck. His vision darted from their chip to the computer, staring long enough for the techs to take notice and slow down their conversation.

“You really are a unique one. I’ll be damned. That’s a whole security update.” DJ mused.

“Being unique is part of my brand~” Cin replied, using their vocoder to autotune their voice as a surprise.

“Woah! You are packed full of surprises!” DJ laughed, stepping back again so Cin could turn back to face him properly.

“Since you two are having so much fun, I can do your update here. We don’t have to enter the safety area.” One of the workers said to DJ.

“Appreciated. This is getting interesting.” DJ nodded, pulling up a chair next to Cin.

Both of the parts and services workers snorted and got back to their respective jobs for a moment, wiring in DJ to start his own upgrades.

“So what exactly are they doing to you?” Dj asked.

“Pretty much what you saw. There’s a few little things, but the big one is the security update. I’m considered an asset to the company with how I’m wired into this building’s network, so I need to be protected from hack attempts and things of that sort. If my system is breached it can cause neurological damage to me, and in turn weaken the security of this place since I have such high permissions and control.” Cin explained. “But I’m mostly grateful for the prevention of frying my brain.”

“Jeez, that’s pretty extreme. I had no idea you’d be that vulnerable.” He nodded.

“Yeah, but I’ve put a lot of faith into the techs here. As long as I get a weekly scan and stay up to date on security software I’ll be fine~” They hummed.

DJ huffed, settling back in his own chair. “You are surprisingly carefree about this. That’s quite admirable, I’ll give you that. Most people crack under that kind of pressure.”

“So sorry to interrupt, but Cin, your upgrades are done. I’d like you to test out the new options in your vocoder just to ensure they’re working properly.” One of the techs asked them.

“Alrighty!”

Once disconnected, Cin ran through about seven new voice options given, all of them functioning as they should. They were quite pleased with the new selection, and DJ seemed to be intrigued by it himself. Meeting a human that could do the same things as him was beyond cool.

“Neat huh? I still prefer to use my talk box though.” Cin mused, turning to sit in the chair properly.

“You like to keep it old fashioned huh?” He chuckled.

“You’re done now too DJ! Stand up so I can do a physical test. The sensor’s firmware was updated, so the response rate should be more accurate and even the slightest of gestures should be felt.” The other tech requested, unplugging the wires from DJ.

He nodded and stood, the tech proceeding with a few pokes and prods here and there.

“Can you feel all this?” The tech asked.

“Yup. That’s much more accurate than before.” DJ replied.

“So, touch sensors eh? Is it just the standard to implement them now, or is it just for fun?” Cin asked.

“Both, honestly.” Dj laughed.

“Hah! Of course. In that case, rate my slap on your pain scale. Stick out a hand and tell me how harsh I can smite your palm.” They grinned menacingly.

The DJ happily obliged and reached out his lower right hand to Cin, palm facing up. They got out of their chair and wound up their arm, unleashing quite the mighty smack on his palm. The parts and service workers winced, agreeing that if a regular human was to endure the heat of that smack, they’d leave the room with welts. Not DJ though. He simply laughed and brushed it off before he gave his rating. Cin was even pleasantly surprised by how DJ felt to them, which was surprisingly human. Whatever his casing was made of was scary accurate, yet robust all the same.

“Ooo, I’d say your hit is a solid seven. You’re tougher than ya look!” He complimented.

“Yeah, that’s kinda my brand too.” They scoffed, flashing him a sideways smirk.

“So I can see~”

“Anyway, it was lovely seeing you again! I’ve gotta go run some tests and figure out a path for my next big show though. It’s our first one together, after all, and I wanna be ready for it. Next week is gonna be insane.” Cin noted.

“What, don’t wanna take me with you so we can set up together?” DJ teased.

“My shows consist of extreme organized chaos. I think it would be way more entertaining if both of our styles clashed before we worked it out. You know, give the dance floor a little spice to work with~” They hummed.

“If you say so then.” He huffed. “You sure you’re not just trying to avoid me though~?”

“Oh trust me, I’d never avoid you. You’re way too much fun.” Cin said casually, pacing out of the service room.

Left alone with their words and the two other techs, DJ sighed and crossed his arms. Slowly he brought up the hand Cin had smacked, a decent sting still lingering where they hit. The look on his face must’ve looked longing, because the techs snorted and giggled like idiots.

“They are oddly delightful to be around.” He mused.

“Simp.” One of the techs dared to say.

“Watch it buddy.” DJ snapped, unaware that he was actually exhibiting behaviours of being flustered.

The techs started to die laughing by now, unable to contain the hilarity they found in the situation. DJ groaned and left the room himself, annoyed by their cackling. He had to admit though, as he paced back into an elevator to leave the lower levels, he did feel a little sad that Cin was gone. Perhaps he would pester them despite their protests.

No harm in harassing his favourite staff memeber.

#s/i #fnaf s/i #s/i x djmm #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fluff #oc x canon #fnaf oc #djmm #dj music man #you're still welcome to read as a reader insert

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DJs Got Them Falling in Love

Ch. 5: Jazzed Jam Sesh

A/N: There's weed in this. Fair warning. So uh. Yeah anyway welcome to my relationship with music and why I consider it a main form of communication with me.

Description: Cin was not so sneakily trying to go out for a hoot. DJ insisted they take it somewhere safer though, and let them get roasted backstage. The rip lead to a jam session between them, and also revealed a couple little things Cin didn't know about him just yet.

Pairing: s/i X DJMM

Word Count: 2390

Music Reference: I Love L.A. - Album by Moongem

[Index]

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There really was no discreet way they could sneak out for a quick rip. What, with the over dramaticized tiptoeing across a totally empty arcade while holding a bright orange and pink faded bong, it wasn’t exactly sneaky. It wasn’t even needed; the place was empty, so why they insisted on going about finding the back door to a hidden room to smoke from said bong was beyond anyone. They were just that kind of goofy fool. It was quite comical to witness. DJ could vouch for that, considering he stood dead center in the arcade and watched Cin slink along the walls like the creature they were.

He watched for a moment as they continued to creep around. They weren’t even really trying to hide the fact that they were holding a bright orange and pink bong, and eventually he couldn’t hold back the snort of laughter that had built up inside him. The sound of course alerted Cin to his presence, and a guilty little grin broke out on their face as they froze in place and slowly turned their head towards him.

“Where do you think you’re going with such a brightly coloured piece of glassware?” DJ asked with a smirk, approaching them.

“... Smoke break…” They answered sheepishly.

“You creep around like the substance is still illegal you bozo.” He laughed. “C’mere. Instead of creeping into a back room, come backstage. There’s a vent that leads directly outside so fire alarms won’t trigger.”

“Huh, sounds to me like you’re just looking for an excuse to hang out with me.” Cin retorted, quickly getting their sass back.

“Maybe. What if I am?” He replied while crossing his arms.

“Oh nothing~. Nothin' at all, DJ. Alright, I’m coming.” They laughed, amused by how he didn’t deny it.

Once they agreed to come with him they stopped carrying their bong like a delicate forbidden piece of glass and straightened up, following DJ to go backstage. It was quite hilarious how their bond had grown so much to the point where he would bring them to places for a quick hit. Only true buds would help each other out when getting high like that. Following close behind him, he led them straight backstage to their usual hangout spot and pointed to the back wall in a corner. A vent sat fixated in the wall about six feet up, a gentle current running through it that carried the air outside. That was the sacred spot, and Cin was delighted.

“Ohoho, you are right indeed. This is perfect.” Cin cackled excitedly. “I could potato out once I take this hit. Are you fine with me passing out back here?”

“Be my guest. It was my suggestion.” He nodded.

“Cool. If management comes looking for me, cover my ass as well please, ahah~” They grinned, grabbing an amp to stand on and reach the vent.

DJ shook his head and watched as Cin indulged in their pass time by the vent. Doing a quick scan of staff notes in the database, he came to realize that everyone was completely fine with them smoking because of how incessantly respectful about it they were. Cin always went outside or found a secluded place where no one would be disturbed by the smell, and made sure they only did it after the daycare was closed to reduce the chances of a kid seeing them. It was also a stress management aid as displayed in their file, so there was one more completely valid reason for them to use the recreational substance. A side note in their file though was quite funny, and he had to bring it up with them.

“Cin, why’d you write in your file under the notes section ‘helps me chill tf out because I’m too much to handle’?” He snickered, sitting down on the couch backstage.

Cin was mid bong rip, so they couldn’t answer right away. They only cleared half the bowl and exhaled into the vent, leaning inside of it to have a rancid coughing fit before they came back out and looked over at him.

“Why? Cause it’s true. You’ve met me. I’m a lot to handle.” They scoffed. “I literally don’t shut up, so this is usually a good way to get me to calm down and sometimes even think more clearly if I only smoke a little.”

“Aw, c’mon, you’re not too much.”

“You say that now. Just you wait. You’ll find me insufferable in a few more weeks.” They snorted, leaning back inside the vent to finish off the bowl.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that~”

DJ watched as Cin cleared the bowl in one more hit, coughing up a storm as they exhaled into the vent. He almost got up to check on them with how bad they were coughing, but a quick system scan told him they were fine while they backed out of the vent and put their bong on the floor. The weed took effect quite quickly, a hazed look on their face as they slowly dragged their feet back to the couch where he sat.

“Kay I’m good now.” They sighed, flopping down on the couch next to him.

“You look thoroughly roasted.” Dj chuckled.

“I am indeed. Hey, I wonder, can you get high? Wait, of course you can’t, but maybe…”

“Well that took effect rather quickly.”

“Shush. This is genius. I bet I could convince one of the techs in parts and services to whip up a literal e-cig that delivers a minor code scramble to give you the same effect of smoking a joint. It wouldn’t be that far fetched. You down?” Cin asked.

“Oh, I am very much interested in that.” He nodded.

“Siiiick. We could get high together then~.” Cin hummed. “We can get zooted off the clock and forget the world.”

“Speaking of, are you off the clock right now?” He asked.

Cin paused and thought about it, then slowly pulled out their phone with an innocent expression while they pulled up the time card app. “I am now.” They said while tapping the clock out button.

“Only you.” He sighed.

“Whoopsies~. Now that that’s out of the way now though… would you perhaps be interested in… a jam session?” Cin asked cautiously. “I like to play when I’m high…”

“A jam session? With the after hours DJ? Oh I would be honoured~” DJ teased.

“Thought you said formalities were for suckers.” Cin mumbled with a light blush dusting their cheeks.

“They are.” He said.

“I am too high to even begin to comprehend whatever sneaky implications you got behind that. Scoot over nerd. Imma bring over the synth.”

DJ gently shifted over while Cin reached out to drag the nearest synth closer to them. It was a struggle because they refused to detach their butt from the couch while doing so, so it was a bit of a struggle to get it close enough for them to connect their laptop. Eventually they got it all sorted and had the synth close enough to the couch to play on, DJ having brought over a small drum pad to play on alongside them. Once everything was hooked up, Cin started to play a random track and let loose whatever musical vibe was inside their soul.

Talking became scarce from the moment music began to play. There was the occasional cuss when they slipped up on the keys and forgot which modifiers to use, but eventually everything smoothed out and the backstage became a blissful environment. DJ waited a few seconds to catch their vibe, and once he had a grip on it he began to lay down a simple beat that matched. Words were no longer needed now. Communicating through the music was more ideal, and the simplistic nature of sitting together feeling nothing but the bass and sound waves was something neither of them thought they needed, but now knew was absolutely necessary.

Transitioning into other songs was fairly easy to do despite Cin being rocked out of their mind. Their high kept on increasing, but they didn’t care too much and kept on playing. Every keystroke they made could be felt in their soul, and through half lidded eyes, they gave a weak glance at DJ. He was following along perfectly, and they huffed quietly with a small smile. It wasn’t often someone clicked well enough with them to just… talk with music. It lifted an unknown weight off of them, and they became even more vulnerable with him. This moment was one of the safest, most intimate moments they’ve ever experienced, and they craved nothing more than this unique feeling of closeness.

Admittedly though, the high became too strong for their own good. After a while, Cin had to put all the tracks back online and stop playing, allowing the music to just run normally on its own. DJ halted his playing when Cin flopped back into the couch, red, hazy eyes staring absently at the curtain across the room.

“Hey, you good?” He asked, gently sliding both the drum pad and the synth a little bit away.

“Kinda. I think clearing that whole bowl was a little much. I need a minute to chill, cause my head is very much in the clouds right now.” Cin huffed.

“Don’t green out on me Cin.” He chuckled. “As long as you’re feeling alright.”

“Oh trust me, I feel great~.” They reassured. “I’m pretty impressed though. How’d you click so well with my style…”

“Your vibe isn’t a hard one to catch.” He smiled.

“Funny, cause you’re the only one that’s been able to catch it.”

This intrigued him. How was it possible someone else couldn’t get on their wavelength? Or was it maybe they’d just never had someone to play with before. Either way, it felt good to be the only one to match up with them so well. He felt a sense of triumph, and briefly got caught up in that feeling. Before that thought took him away though he noticed Cin swaying, and leaning a little. He swore they were about to fall face first into the synth, so he gave them a little nudge to bring them back to reality.

“Hey there, don’t go smashing your face into the synth. That won’t be a lovely sounding chord.” He chuckled.

“Mmm fine. I’ll just smash into you then.” They mumbled.

Cin tipped over completely and leaned all their weight into him. Caught off guard, DJ’s face began to do that goofy little thing where it heated up outside of his control and began to glow. He was rigid for a moment, unsure of what in the hell to do with his hands as Cin gradually slid from leaning against his shoulder to straight up lying across his lap, fully zooted out of their mind.

“Wow… You’re warm. And quite… real feeling. Whoever made your casing is a tech god. They need a raise.” Cin rambled, getting comfy.

“I’ll… Take that as a good compliment.” DJ said quietly.

“You damn well better.” Cin stated, turning over to look up at him. “It’s every bit of a good complime- hold on…”

“What?”

“Your eyes… I can see under your glasses from here. Do you…?”

“Don’t ruin the visual. Your high ass might freak out.” He chuckled nervously, pushing his glasses in a little closer to hide his eyes.

“DJ you have four fucking arms. I’m very much locked into your visual. Let me see.” They insisted.

Stubbornly sitting themselves up, Cin sat upright in his lap and faced him head on. Because they insisted, he simply put his hands down to his side and let them get closer. If he had a heart rate, it would certainly be up real high. The kicking in of his cooling fans was enough of an indicator for that though. Slowly, Cin put one hand on his face to keep it aligned, then used their other hand to pluck his glasses from the bridge of his nose. They gasped gently, and DJ honestly couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing.

They met eye to eye -literally- for the first time. Their two eyes, locked with his four. Yes, four. Four black, LED eyes with tiny little blue pupils nervously darting around. The longer they looked, the more nervous he became, and eventually little spirals took over the standard pupil shape to show minor distress. This would have otherwise been hidden behind his shades, but not now.

“Oh wow. That’s so cool. I didn’t know you had four eyes. I wish I’d seen sooner.” Cin spoke softly.

“Oh. I… expected you to at least recoil.”

“God no. You gotta stop thinking I’m gonna lose my shit at you. Yes my shit is lost frequently, but I think it will be quite difficult for me to lose it specifically at you.” Cin huffed.

Before anything else could be said, a song that Cin really enjoyed came in on autoplay. They said something about really liking the way that song made them feel and practically shut down; like someone hit a power switch on them. It was like they were a full on bot themselves, releasing DJ’s face and simply collapsing down against him again while sitting neatly in his lap. They still had his glasses clutched in one hand, but had fully checked out with their eyes closed against him. He let out a mechanical sigh, deciding there was no reason to disturb them. The high had surely reached its peak by now, so there was no way he was going to get them to move for a while.

“You are a very unique one indeed…” He mumbled. “Odd, but unique. What the fuck have you done to my processor just by existing…”

He was baffled by this feeling that welled up inside his core. Whatever it was, it was new, and was still only caused by Cin, for Cin. He thought hard about it while they napped, resting his lower pair of hands across their back and legs without really thinking. Probably to keep them from falling off the couch again, but just because… Touch felt natural. They had considered him to feel real, so what harm was there in a little more contact than usual.

#s/i x djmm #s/i #fnaf self insert #self insert fic #djmm #dj music man #djs in love #dj talkbox #fnaf fan fiction #s/i x canon #fluff #music bonding #once again ur welcome to read this as reader insert

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DJ's Got Them Falling in Love

Ch. 4: Safe in His Hand

A/N: Welcome to the episode where I address my own gender identity crisis lmao

Description: Cin ends up tuning up Chica's guitar from a unique perch. The center of DJ's palm, to be exact, held fifteen feet in the air. They trust him though. They know they're safe there.

Pairing: s/i X DJMM

Word Count: 1654

[Index]

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Cin was supposed to be restringing Chica’s guitar right now, but the fool left all their stuff backstage in the west arcade. Now they were running at top speed with their sock clad feet slapping against the floor towards the arcade, cussing up a storm the whole way there. It was a small symphony of ‘’shit shit shit’ over and over again even as they hopped up on the stage and dove towards the back. The cussing only ceased when they realized they weren’t exactly alone.

“Someone’s got a potty mouth.” DJ’s voice rang out, scaring the hell out of poor Cin.

“JESUS- Lord, how did I not notice you back here?” Cin panted, nearly dropping Chica’s guitar. “You are literally twenty feet tall. Holy hell I need to check myself.”

Dj laughed, always amused by the bubbly antics of Cin. “Rough day then huh? That would explain the string of curse words.”

“Yeah. Not only am I out of shape but I left all my shit backstage. I’m way too comfy with you so I now have a tendency to leave my stuff where I like to hang.” They admitted. “Tsk, tsk, look what you’ve done to me.”

He snickered as he settled down on the floor with his legs crossed, leaning up against the wall. Watching for a moment while Cin rummaged through their bag, he thought of what words to say, and then decided there was no need to be cautious when speaking with them. After all, they quite literally ran into what was basically his room cussing like a sailor.

“Oh how dare I befriend the crusty audio tech, right? Seems to me you don’t really mind chilling though~” He hummed.

“What an astute observation, nerd.” They grinned. “I quite like that you’ve befriended my crusty ass. I suppose I can stick around while I restring this then; if you’ll have me~”

“Of course. Do ya want me to downsize?”

“Nah. This is fine. Just put one of your hands on the floor for a quick second.” Cin requested.

He did so with a confused expression, and then Cin hopped up into the palm of his hand without a second thought. They gestured for him to lift his hand up so he did, and brought them up to eye level.

“You’re fine with me holding you fifteen feet in the air?” He questioned.

“Yup. It’s cozy, and if anything I feel more safe here than on the ground.” They remarked. “I trust you not to drop me or throw me like a ragdoll.”

“Huh. Well, if you don’t mind, then neither do I. The company is always appreciated~”

He was sure they’d want him to downsize, so it was quite shocking when they hopped up in his hand like it was a common routine. Very few people other than the odd parts and services tech would work with him, let alone be around him when he was this size. The quirky nature of this form was still quite useful for kids shows, security threats, and general out of hand maintenance. Close up human interaction was not on the list of things he usually did at this size, but it seemed Cin would be making this a more common occurrence with how they leaned back into his fingers for support, one leg dangling off the edge of his palm.

They both just sat there like that for a moment, chatting up a storm while Cin took off the old and worn strings of Chica’s guitar. It was all mindless, as the best conversations always are. Cin was too focused on restringing the guitar to notice that mid conversation, DJ was taking a long and hard stare at them. Over the top of his glasses, if they would’ve looked, they would’ve seen his eyes for the first time all four of them watching with soft intrigue as they worked easily with the strings. Instead, as they were chatting, DJ let slip a feminine sounding nickname, and that’s what caught their attention. They didn’t look up because of the name though, and more because of the overreaction from DJ himself while he corrected himself several times.

“Dude. DJ. Calm down. You’re gonna overheat with how much you’re blathering.” They snorted with a smile.

“You’re… Not pissed?”

“No? Heavens above why would I be pissed? I told you from the get go that you can use whatever names or pronouns you see fitting of me in any situation. I’m not gonna lose my mind because you used the name ‘girlie’ or something to that effect.” They reassured him.

“So. I effectively freaked out for no reason?” Dj asked, and scoffed when Cin nodded. “Hah, whoops.”

“It’s sweet to know you care so much though~. Most people just see me as someone who fits the bill of genderless, and I wear that label with pride. But, if you see me as feminine -which i get it’s hard not to, to some extent because of my knockers- then so be it. I’m still quite feminine here and there. My natural goblin mannerisms just counteract it most of the time.” They snickered.

“That’s a relief then.” He sighed. “I often flip between seeing you as both in my mind. I’m used to your nonbinary identity, but sometimes femininity pops out here and there. And masculinity. You swear way too much for your own good, sailor.”

“Hah! Too true~. But yes, I’m fine with you referring to me as whatever you please. The only condition is, if you see me as a woman, at least tell me I’m a pretty one. I’ll be quite offended if I’m not a pretty woman. Do you~? Hmmm~?” They hummed teasingly.

“I- U-uhhh…” DJ stammered, caught quite off guard as he searched rapidly for the correct response.

Meanwhile, Cin nearly busted a gut laughing so hard. “I’m just fuckin’ with ya! You are seriously on the verge of overheating. You’re practically glowing, big guy. I had no idea your cheeks glowed blue and show pink just on top~”

“They’re what?” He said in a quite baffled tone. “Who… Who in the hell made that a function…”

“I dunno but I bet they thought it was funny as hell. I think it’s cute~. Relaaax, it’s just a tiny feature!”

“Oh how rich. A feature I can’t turn off. Nice.” He mumbled.

“And you had the audacity to tell me I wasn’t so tough.” They snorted. “Anyway, I’ve finally got this guitar all strung up again. It was pretty shredded, I’m not gonna lie. Chica is a mean guitar player.”

“Is that so, huh?” DJ responded, happy to have a different topic to hop on. “I hope those were more durable strings then, because I guarantee you she’ll break them within the next three shows.”

“Oh don’t worry. They are. I still need to tune it though. As much as I love chatting, I’m gonna need a liiiiiittle silence for this one.” Cin chuckled.

DJ respectfully nodded and let them continue their work. Cin turned on a wireless receiver inside the guitar and had it connect to one of the amps backstage before they gave it a quick tuning. Once all the strings were tuned correctly they took a little creative liberty and played a little rift to see how well it sounded in action. It was a nice little sound test, and it was impressive as well judging by how high DJ raised his brows when he saw them play.

“Wow. I didn’t know you could play more than just the volume control.” He commented in light jest. “Can you play any other instruments?”

“Ah, actually, yeah. All of them.” They answered.

“All as in… Every instrument out there?”

“Pretty much, yes. That’s not a joke, by the way. I was classically trained. Started with a piano and worked my way around from there for fun. Being a DJ was just an easier way to settle for me, since I can still use my knowledge to my advantage.” Cin explained.

“Now that is impressive. No wonder you mix the way you do. It’s more fun for someone with your skill level.” He complimented.

“Sheesh, knock it off with the praise, nerd.” They scoffed while rolling their eyes.

“What? Can’t take a compliment?” He laughed.

“Ah shut it.”

Both of them laughed at the situation, caught up in the silly little moment. Cin genuinely couldn’t take a compliment and they both found that funny as hell. While the two of them battered for a short while longer taking jabs at each other, Cin almost forgot about the whole reason they came backstage. Only after they received a ping from Chica in their chip did they realize they still had to bring back her guitar.

“Shit! I still have to bring this back to Chica. She just pinged me. Could you uh, please set me down?” They requested with slight panic.

DJ nodded and carefully lowered his hand for Cin to hop out of. They ran off with a wave and yelled that they’d be back soon before disappearing off the edge of the stage. It was almost time for another scheduled show, so getting that guitar back was of high priority.

With a sigh, DJ thought about how well they tolerated him in his larger form as if he were no different than usual. They had even said that they felt safe with him like that, and that was something deeply important to him. Being able to interact with them no matter what was a comforting thing for him. He just couldn’t help but have that strange feature kick in again against his will while they were gone, spreading that warm pinkish glow on his face. It just sort of kicked in again while he waited patiently for their return. They didn’t have to come back, but he was glad they were going to.

#s/i x djmm #s/i x canon #self insert fic #fnaf self insert #djs in love #djmm #fluff #dj music man #you can still read this as a reader insert if you want

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DJ's Got Them Falling In Love

Ch 1: The Sound Check

A/N: Not gonna lie I spent an hour staring at it deciding if I wanted to use they/them so much for myself. I'll stick with it for now. Anyway scroll on by this is selfship bullshit uwu. You're welcome to read me as a y/n as well tho. If you share any of my personality traits you'll have a blast with this one.

Description: Cin thinks their sound check is being done completely alone. They are not, in fact alone. This is their first time meeting the DJ in his new upgraded form, and boy are they impressed.

Pairing: S/I X DJMM

Word Count: 1854

[Index]

Song of Reference: Propaganda - Starcadian

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There was never supposed to be two DJs, but that ain’t how things ended up now, is it? They were just supposed to be audio tech, but when unexpected upgrades took up the schedule, so did their propositions. Cin, or better known to the public as “DJ Talkbox” was the new star of the west arcade after hours, and the hero behind any sound malfunctions backstage. They covered for the original DJ until his new upgrade was fully done, and in turn, ended up with their own late night shows for adult audiences. It was a hit, resulting in the permanent position. They were essentially a double duty DJ for a good four months. Little did they know, they’d be meeting their business partner in crime a lot sooner than expected.

Upgrades on DJ Music Man were recently completed after months of trial and error. Management had stated that Cin and him would be formally introduced soon to team up for shows together now that he was in working order. It was by popular demand of the crowd, so they agreed excitedly, deeply interested in this new upgrade that the DJ had received. Plus, who doesn’t want someone to jam out with? No exact date was given though, so they had to just wait and see to meet him, running with the old memory of his large, spider-like appearance.

In the meantime, they had other things to do, like fix the ever ongoing sound issues that occurred across the Pizzaplex. The west arcade was infamous for malfunctions, probably from how viciously they played when on stage. Good thing they were certified to fix their own mistakes, even if it was a grueling, boring task.

Typical of their nature, Cin grumbled and whined about the loose wires and screwy programming the entire time they were fixing it, wondering how exactly this happened every month. Using their built-in chip on the back of their neck, they ran wireless diagnostics on the whole stage to seek out the fried wires and dysfunctional speakers, locating them all with the aid of nano tech in contacts. It definitely made the job easier, that’s for sure.

“Why in the fuck does the audio keep cutting out?” They grumbled to themselves.

All the fried connections had been repaired. It was a true mystery as to why the audio playing on the turntables kept getting choppy. It had been hours of enhancing and repairing, so they were getting pretty frustrated by now. With a groan of disappointment, Cin kicked at the base of one of the mixing stands. It was a gesture of frustration unintended to bring forth a solution, but to their surprise, a solution did come. The track that was playing in the background skipped a little before steadying out, all audio glitches gone. They stood there in bewilderment, staring at the stand with wide eyes and a disappointed expression.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” They sighed. “Percussive maintenance comes in hand again, huh?”

Not quite the outcome they expected, but greatly appreciated. The issue was fixed, and that’s what mattered. Cin paced back over to the main turntables and turned up the volume, listening carefully for any further hiccups in the audio. When they confirmed that there were none, a little grin spread on their face.

“I think it’s time for a stress test. How much pressure can these speakers take before they crack again? Shouldn’t happen at all with the new shit I just put in.” Cin mused to themselves, cranking up the volume a little higher.

Now the stage was really rumbling. They purposefully started to crank up the bass levels beyond the standard level, pushing the volume even higher. They switched the track over to one of their favourite songs for the sound check, but admittedly, got a little carried away. That always happened with them though. Music had always been Cin’s heart and soul, so wherever they went, booming bass followed.

It was almost a performance at this point. Cin dimmed the lights, turned on some of the neon strips, and got way too into the groove of things. They treated this sound check like a full blown show, rattling the stage beneath their feet with every beat. Luckily the arcade was empty today, so there was room to go too far with the tests and not worry about damaging anyone’s hearing. Bless maintenance days and the low traffic of a Sunday. They had a grin spread wide as they jammed on, not a single fault in any of the tech as they played. It was wondrous, and lasted through the far too high levels of bass thanks to the additional transistors meant for boosting the weak signal problem. Even their built-in vocoder responded without any delay at all. Mission: success.

When they were satisfied with the results and their little performance to an empty room was over, they sighed with satisfaction, happy that everything was back in working order. Well, this was what they thought was an empty room. There was one unexpected audience member, discovered by means of clapping that shouldn’t have been there. Cin jumped and nearly shit themselves when the booming clap echoed through the arcade, followed by the word ‘nice’ in a drawn out deep voice.

“Who in the sweet fuck is in here?!” Cin questioned out loud, looking around frantically.

“Look up.”

Cin did exactly that and looked up above themselves and into the grand tunnel that sat above the stage. It was one of many, and inside this one specifically, was a very large four armed man. A certain Music Man, to be exact. No other animatronic was that size, nor wore those glasses. At least the most identifiable features were kept.

“Oh wow.” Cin muttered, leaning back against the turntables.

The animatronic snorted in an incredibly human way and chuckled as he backed up inside the tunnel, re-emerging through the one on the stage. He sat himself neatly before Cin, towering over them while leaning on his fists, the other set of hands on his hips. He was every bit of twenty feet tall and a spectacle Cin stared down with raw interest.

“Sorry to have scared you like that~” He spoke more gently, not wanting his booming voice to knock them over.

“Correction: startle. I am far too intrigued by you to be scared.” They replied, still in awe. “So you’re the DJ Music Man huh?”

“Call me DJ. Formalities are for suckers, DJ Talk Box.” He grinned.

“Ooo, sticking your nose in my file eh~? Did the sass come with the upgrade?” They shot back.

“Since they gave me a voice box, yes, actually!” He laughed. “I’m happy to call you Cin though, so don’t worry. Though I must ask, I noticed in your file you use she or they. Got a preference?”

“Sassy and respectful. Use whichever one you’re feelin. I don’t mind either way.” They replied. “But I gotta say, I get why this upgrade of yours took so long. I mean, well, you’re huge. Is movement easier with a more human looking body like that?”

“At this size, the tunnels are still my only option. But, the real reason why the upgrade took so long is backstage. I have a second model about seven feet tall.”

“You do?! Can I see?” Cin asked excitedly.

“Of course~! It was made so I could more easily perform with you, after all.”

This was exciting news to them indeed. No one told them he had two casings. While the DJ backed up into the tunnel again, Cin followed after him with an excited bounce in their step. Instead of going up to other tunnels, DJ went back all the way to the backstage area where spare amps, speakers, and other miscellaneous things to replace something if it was broken were stored back there, but by far the most impressive thing to see was new. Said new thing was a massive dock mostly shrouded by a curtain, assumed to be where he slept. They stood there in awe and watched though, allowing the situation to explain itself.

Dj disappeared for a moment, and a surprisingly gentle whirring sound could be heard. Moments later, a much smaller, but still huge DJ walked out from behind the curtain. He was a more comfy size, looking exactly the same as that massive twenty food model. He approached them in this form, finally snapping them out of their thousand yard stare.

“That is the coolest shit I’ve ever seen. Oh my god. You’re still incredibly tall though.” They remarked, stepping closer to him. “So this is for…”

“Helping around, easier movement, meet n greets, and doing shows with you~” He elaborated.

“Ooo, cheeky aren’t ya~?” Cin huffed. “This is much more workable though I will agree. I can share a stage with you easier. I like it. That transfer was pretty seamless too!”

“That’s why the upgrade took so long. Apparently transferring sentience is a lot more difficult than they originally anticipated, but it smoothed out pretty quickly.” DJ nodded.

“How long has this upgrade been done?” They asked.

“About a week.”

“Wow. Fucking rude. They’ve been teasing me about meeting you and here you’ve sat, ready and waiting. How dare they keep you from me!” They wailed dramatically.

“You poor thing!” He laughed. “Well you’ll be happy to know I’ve been looking forward to working with you then. Especially since I’ve now seen the way you mix. I think I’ll like spending my evenings with someone that has that level of love for music~”

“I look forward to doing so as well!”

Cin held out their fist, indicating they wanted a fist bump. DJ happily obliged, but one wasn't enough. They raised a brow and made solid eye contact with his other three hands. After dramatically flicking their eyes from each hand to his glasses, he got the hint and both of them started to snort with laughter, fulfilling the other three implied fist bumps.

“Ah, you’re a fuckin delight~. Now I hate to cut this meeting so short but I still have another sound check to do on the main stage in the Atrium. We will talk again soon though, that much I can assure.” Cin said, admittedly a bit sad they remembered there was still work to be done.

“So soon? Well damn. I’ll have to catch ya later then.” He noted, sounding a little disappointed.

“It’s your turn to complain now.” Cin snorted.

With one more wave Cin excused themselves and ran off back to the main floor, leaving the freshly transferred DJ with a rather sad expression. All four of his arms were crossed, watching over the edge of his glasses as they disappeared. He genuinely missed their company.

Though it was a shame, he thought about how they would finally be able to play together. He had been listening to their shows during brief moments of consciousness, and was admittedly excited to finally see the face behind the music. Cin was interesting to him.

“I cannot wait to work with them.”

#canon x oc #s/i x canon #s/i x djmm #djs in love #dj talk box #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fluff #first meeting

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DJs Got Them Falling in Love

Ch. 8: Malfunction

A/N: Told ya I'd make longer chapters soon lmao. Anyway I describe a bit of body gore here. Just second degree burns and puncture wounds, but this is my warning for those who would be uncomfy with reading that.

Description: Cin never thought they'd see the day where their chip actually malfunctioned. Needless to say... it't quite a horrifying thing to witness.

Pairing: s/i X DJMM

Word Count: 3122

[Index]

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Repairs were part of their primary job, but damn did they ever still hate doing them. Being the only actual audio technician, Cin was always called upon for any random audio breakdowns within attractions. It was a small enough issue that they never called on a full parts and services worker, and left it to them to repair. Today’s issue was in the west arcade; where all matters seemed to conveniently take place. One of the DDR machines broke down and had glitchy audio, as well as a few other classic arcade cabinets. Cin was the only other person with enough knowledge to fix both modern and classic audio concerns, so off they went to find out what was going on so people could come to the arcade and enjoy their time without any cursed sounding audio.

The classic arcade cabinets were the easiest for them to fix. It was a tiny audio issue that was able to be fixed within minutes, preventing any further weird garbled noises from surprising any players. Modern technology though… still somehow seemed to want to troll them and make their life more difficult. Modern should mean easy, but that was not the case this time around. Like the sound check they did a few months back, this was another issue where percussive maintenance solved the problem. It made no sense why or how that was the solution every single time. It was incredibly obnoxious.

“Why are you like this, you god forsaken DDR machine…” Cin mumbled to themselves after having kicked the thing to stop the glitchy audio. “Why is my foot a better solution than my damn tech knowledge.”

It was an anomaly of sorts, but Cin just grumbled and carried on with their task. The dance pad was still broken down from the aggressive stomping of some less than respectful teens. How the machine could both be broken and fixed by acts of kicking… Who the hell knew. The only concern now was getting it fixed.

“Alright, time to tear this thing apart and get those pressure sensors fixed.” They sighed. “Now where did I put my- ggkh!”

They choked. Well, sort of. It was more of a strained, garbled wretch. The chip in the back of their neck sparked all of a sudden, and sent a painful shock throughout their body. All of a sudden they were reading dozens of streams of code being forced through the chip and into their mind through the connection they shared with the chip, and began to overheat with how active it was. From what they could pick up, it was malicious code, and every few seconds they would receive a painful shock. It was hot, out of control, and hurt like hell.

“W-what in tHe fUCk is gOINg oN?” Cin panicked aloud.

Even their vocoder was off the wall. Their voice glitched while their vocoder struggled to remain off, but lost against the command of the chip. It was a definitive hack attempt that had gone wrong, and at this moment, Cin really didn’t like the fact that they were so hardwired into technology. Even their vision was blurry, the nanotech in their contacts malfunctioning and distorting their vision. The pain was so bad they couldn’t even take them out, seizing with every shock.

Parts and services. They needed to get to parts and services now. Forget repairs, they needed them more than that damn machine. Cin stumbled pathetically over the dance pad and in the general direction of the service elevator, fighting against the constant hot, searing pain they felt on the back of their neck. Unfortunately, they didn’t get very far. Another random shock made them seize and fall to the ground this time, unable to keep themselves upright as the shocks came more frequently. Whatever was going on was about to fry them right here in the middle of an empty arcade. Just another failed experiment with flesh and circuits.

But… They kept forgetting the arcade was never actually empty; and what a saving grace that was.

The constant shocks were eventually too much for them to handle and Cin couldn’t help but cry out in pain with every jolt. Their voice was enough. That’s all he needed. It wasn’t a normal sound to hear, so when it was heard, DJ immediately made his presence known and transferred down to his seven foot casing to find Cin and figure out why they sounded like they were in pain. Off he ran, shocked to see Cin bent over on the floor convulsing and grunting with pain. This was not normal at all. He’d never heard them in so much pain before.

“Cin?! Cin what’s going on?” Dj asked, dropping down to their level.

“C-chip maLFuncTioN. BUrnIng. ShocKInG me. P-parts and SerVICes plEasE.” Cin choked out, their voice still a very glitchy mess.

DJ ran a scan on them and quickly saw there was an active hack attempt running rampant in their chip. It kept sending the wrong signals to their brain, and forcing misfires that caused painful shocks. It wasn’t known for such a thing to be possible, but here they were, having technology tamper with biology before his eyes. It wasn’t getting any prettier either. The chip was so hot it began to burn their skin around it, getting worse by the second. For the first time since he established sentience, DJ felt fear; wholehearted genuine panic, and fear.

“More like a hack induced malfunction! I’ll get you there.”

He spoke quickly and immediately scooped up Cin in his arms. They were horrifyingly limp, only moving whenever the next shock came by tensing up completely. Their chip was getting way too hot for a human to handle, and he had to get them down there as fast as possible. Watching their nerves take heavy shocks every couple of seconds was starting to get unbearable for him. The way they scrunched up with pain and discomfort in his arms was not a feeling he liked, nor was the sound of their pain filled cries. He just wanted it to stop, before they were damaged beyond reasonable repair.

The elevator luckily wasn’t too far away, so he hammered the button inside and waited in with the extremely inappropriate elevator music droning on in the background while it descended to parts and services. It was the fastest way, but it felt far too slow with all the painful noises coming from Cin, both human and robotic. That vocoder was seriously acting up now, making even their breaths sound glitchy.

“H-heh. ThiS musiC is RealLy unfORtuNaTe.” Cin commented through the pain.

“How can you make jokes when you are literally frying???” DJ questioned, eternally baffled by Cin’s nonchalant nature towards everything. “Quit talking. You’re gonna cause more pain.”

As if on cue their vocoder sparked and the little metal imprints on their neck seared through their top, effectively ruining it and showing exactly where it was on their body. He’d never actually seen the vocoder on their person, but now that the clothing had burned away the little implants glowed red on either side of their neck. That shut them up, that’s for sure. Any more talking might make it go off and spark again.

Eventually that god forsaken elevator door opened and DJ was able to escape the painfully out of place music and get Cin to the service workers. It wasn’t often an animatronic came barreling into parts and services willingly through the employee elevator, so most of the workers looked at DJ like he had gone berserk and malfunctioned when he ran through and up to the station where biotech work was done: one of Cin’s most frequented places in this building besides backstage with him.

“Cin’s chip is on the fritz. They’ve been breached. Help them, now!” DJ ordered, staring desperately at one of the techs in the corner.

Thankfully, it was Cin’s regular tech, Sydney, so once they realized what was just said she had all hands on deck. Seeing her panic made any other service worker realize there was a good reason for DJ to be down here, the sound of Cin’s half robotic cries of pain giving them the hint that DJ wasn’t the defective one. One of the best nanotechs came over to help, as well as another tech who doubled in the first aid department.

“Shit. Not good. Thank you for bringing them.” Sydney panicked.

She approached Cin and immediately saw the problem. The chip was glowing with heat a little, causing second degree burns to their skin around it. Even the vocoder made small burn marks on their neck.

“Don’t even bother sedATING ME. Swap the chIP now befOre I’m fried. I can fEEL It puLsing.” Cin begged when they found their voice.

“Roger. This… This will hurt.” Sydney said cautiously.

“Don’t cARe.”

Cin turned around on the chair and reclined it back, lying on their stomach so the chip was open for Sydney to work on. Everything was hot and painful already, so what was a little more pain? DJ merely stood by, watching Cin writhe in pain while Sydney got everything together. The other tech came by and got ready to do a live swap: something they would have preferred not to do, but had no choice but to now.

After a countdown, Sydney grabbed hold of the main chip and yanked it out of place, taking a fair strip of their skin with it that fused to it from the heat. The housing was left now, and it wasn’t hot, but the act of removing what was essentially Cin’s second brain caused an extreme amount of pain. They groaned out in pain and dug their nails into the palm of their hand, breaking skin and causing blood to flow down their palm and to the floor. This alarmed DJ, and out of instinct, he pulled up a stool and sat right next to Cin, wedging his fingers under theirs until they couldn’t puncture their own skin anymore. Once he stopped them from hurting themselves, he turned his hand and allowed them to continue their death grip on his hand instead, reducing the damage. He was made to take a hit or two, and despite how lifelike his casing felt, it was still durable as all hell, enduring the heat of Cin’s nails digging into his palm now without so much as a dent.

He was still impressed by their strength. Their grip was deadly, and he was glad he took hold of their hand before they made more holes where there didn’t need to be any. They would’ve definitely punctured through more if he hadn’t done something. The techs shot him a grateful glance that said ‘thank you’ and continued working, replacing the chip with a new one of higher security. After carefully removing any seared skin in the way they placed the new chip in which was of much higher security. It was already updated so the only thing they needed to do was restore connection to Cin’s brain and sync it up. It was once again a slightly painful process, the link sending a jolt through their system once more as it linked up.

Luckily, the worst was soon over. Once connectivity was restored the shocks stopped, and functionality returned to their vocoder. Now they wouldn’t talk with glitchy interruptions, and the only thing causing them pain now was the lingering damage from the heat. While Sydney scanned what was left of the old chip, the tech with first aid experience came over and gave Cin some pain killer and a cool compress, after they carefully cleaned up the burned area. They were told there might be light scarring, but it was caught soon enough to prevent serious damage. Their grip on DJ’s hand finally loosened a little, their face remaining buried in the back of the chair.

“Cin. You’re so lucky.” Sydney commented, coming back over to them.

“How so?” Cin panted, covered in stress sweat.

“If it wasn’t for DJ, you could’ve not only had worse burns, but been taken over. That hack attempt was a full on attempt to compromise your mind. You were treated like a machine to be taken over by some unknown source, and when they failed, they resorted to shocking you to the brink of death. Or… they were trying to shock you into submission somehow… When they couldn’t breach our tech fully, they resorted to that cruel method.” Syd explained.

“I can’t believe someone actually tried that. I never thought I’d see the day.” Cin huffed.

“Yes. Luckily we have a new chip in you now. We meant to install it earlier, but we were still testing it out.” Syd sighed. “Now’s better than never though. You should have more control, and something like that shouldn’t ever happen again. We’ll be made aware of it as well.”

“That is really fucked up. Wow. Alright. Am I good to go then?” They asked.

“You are. Just get some rest soon. Perhaps maybe stay the night here at the plex. I wouldn’t recommend you to drive home in this condition. There’s plenty of places you’ll be welcome to stay. I’m sure DJ here can help with that as well.” Syd nodded in his direction. “Thank you by the way, DJ. We’re all so very lucky you were as responsive as you were.”

“Of course. What kind of monster would I be to leave my favourite DJ in that condition?” He nodded.

“I’m so glad you two are basically inseparable. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost little ol’ Cinny here.” Syd chuckled.

“Syd. what’d I say about using that name?” Cin growled.

“Sorry, sorry~. Alright, you’ve got your updates and pain killers. You’re free to go. Come back if there’s anything else wrong, okay?”

Cin nodded against the chair and Sydney finally left them and DJ alone. He looked down at them with an anxious expression, still holding their hand. Cin sighed deeply one more time and slowly pushed themselves up with their other arm, intentionally not letting go of his hand. Partially because they didn’t want to, but partially because they were sure that was the only thing that stopped their palm from bleeding excessively from their own puncture wounds.

“Are you… Alright?” DJ asked.

“Hah, no. I’m… I’m not okay. Everything still hurts like hell. My neck…” They paused and touched the chip, feeling all their slightly burnt and blistered skin. “It’s fucked up. Wow.”

DJ looked at it a little himself and agreed that it was not pretty. Cin’s skin was angry and red, and their top was pretty much ruined too. At least nothing was glowing red anymore, and everything was back to the usual metallic silver colour. Cin took the cool compress given to them earlier and placed it on the back of their neck after a moment, using it to quell the lingering heat.

“I can see. I’m… Sorry I couldn’t be faster.”

“Don’t be. No one thought this would ever occur. You got me down here and that's what’s important.” Cin insisted. “Though I must say Syd is right. I can’t go home like this. I honestly feel like I’m going to black out. Could you take me backstage to the couch? I’ll have to leave tomorrow morning instead. I’m too… Dizzy.”

“Yes of course. You’ll just have to… Let go of my hand first.” He said quietly.

“Ah. You are correct. One second. I know my hand will keep bleeding.”

When Cin let go, a slow moving flow of blood started oozing out of their self inflicted puncture wounds again. Reaching over, they grabbed the first aid kit on the counter and quickly cleaned up the wound before wrapping it sloppily in a white bandage. It would be enough. As long as it was clean.

“Alright that’ll do. Let me just get up-”

“Nu uh. You damn near tipped over.” DJ sighed, catching Cin when they inevitably got dizzy and swayed. “I’ll carry you again.”

“Your idea is better. Damn. Maybe I did get a little fried.” Cin chuckled.

“Cin please. You’re a menace. Get some rest.” DJ groaned, wearing a genuinely worried expression.

Cin snorted a little and happily let DJ carry them bridal style once again. They always had to slip in a little joke here and there no matter how heavy the situation was. It was just in their nature. For his sake though, since they could see how visibly stressed and worried he was, they ceased, and relaxed into his many arms that supported them with ease. Once he had them settled, he carried Cin back over to the elevator to take them backstage once more to rest.

Cin was definitely right about feeling like they were about to pass out. About halfway through the elevator ride they blacked out on the spot, the weight of the damage they took finally taking its toll. He had to hold the cool compress on for them just to keep the pain at bay until those painkillers kicked in. He watched their limp form as the elevator doors opened, scanning them for any more strange activity. Thankfully there was none. Both the new chip and their brain were operating normally, their breaths gentle and steady as they slept. It was a horrifying rollercoaster of events, but it was over thankfully. There was peace again.

DJ brought them backstage and carefully laid them down on the couch with the cool compress under their neck, covering their lower half with a blanket. They were sound asleep by now, finally at ease after that random cyber attack on them. He sat down just next to them and watched, occasionally scanning for anomalies out of paranoia now. The longer he sat, the more he thought about how horrifying it actually would be if they were to have succumbed to that attack. Absent-mindedly, he took hold of their bandaged hand and looked it over, applying gentle pressure when he realized blood was still seeping through. He hoped it would clot better by doing this, and reduce any more blood loss.

“You are seriously cursed by your incredible uniqueness.” DJ muttered. “I can’t believe the stuff you go through and still hang on like nothing happened.”

There was a brief moment of silence. He knew Cin couldn’t hear him, but he still mumbled on regardless.

“I worry about you, shit head.”

And he stayed there the whole night. Not once did he enter sleep mode, nor let his attention be strayed. He really was worried, and held onto some part of them the entire night he was by their side.

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[head-empty-only-sunshine]

DJs Got Them Falling in Love

Ch. 10: Something About Us

A/N: Will not lie. I cried a little while writing this lmao.

Description: After the show, they finally go backstage to talk about what just happened. What will come of it? They're too nervous to even think about it, so Cin hits a little weed to dampen the anxiety, and even gives DJ an accessory to do so himself. Both of them are a mess and bad with words. A little help is needed.

Pairing: s/i X DJMM

Word Count: 2669

Reference Song: Something About Us - Daft Punk

[Index]

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Nervousness set in immediately after the show ended for the night. While patrons were slowly escorted out, Cin and DJ finally detached from themselves in the most painfully awkward manner. Neither of them could bother to get close again for a moment. Instead, Cin awkwardly jabbed their thumb towards backstage and gestured for him to follow. They had to talk about what just happened now, before it sat too long in either of their minds and they decided to never speak of it again. An opportunity was presented to the both of them, and Cin was taking it first.

Once backstage, Cin reached into the pockets of their sweatpants and pulled out a little four inch stick. It was an ecig, and they tossed it at DJ. From the other pocket, they pulled a pack of joints out and a small torch lighter.

“That thing is the ecig I said I’d get made for you. I was… working on it myself while I was down and out at home. You should feel what it’s like to be high if you use it.” Cin explained.

“Oh wow, you built it yourself?” He asked.

“Yeah. I had a lot of time on my hands. Too much time honestly.” They chuckled. “I figured now would be a better time to give it to you, since I’m about to burn through one of these joints myself. I… won’t be able to calm down enough to have this conversation without being a little high. Thought you might feel the same.”

“Y’know, good idea. Let’s… take a second to wind down.” He nodded.

“Hoho boy do I ever agree with that.”

Cin immediately turned and made their way to the vent with the joint in their mouth. They stood on the same small amp again and lifted up the grating on the vent to just hang out inside of it and hope to god they still didn’t look like a flustered fool. With a long drag, they exhaled a small percentile of their worries as the high quickly came onto them, easing their beating heart. It couldn’t completely take the edge off of their nerves, but it was good enough.

Meanwhile, DJ took a shot at that little ecig Cin gave him. Assuming all he had to do was treat it like any other human would, he brought the tiny thing to his lips and instantly received a jolt. It worked pretty much exactly as Cin described it would when they first brought it up, and the longer he held it there, the more tingly he began to feel. The little jolt scrambled some of his code in a non harmful way that would sort itself out after a few hours, effectively impairing him to the same extent that weed would for any human. It was genius tech, and baffling that they built it in their house over a couple of weeks no less.

Eventually, DJ had to physically sit down. The feeling was new and disoriented him, so he occupied most of the couch while giving a thousand yard stare to the wall across the room. Cin on the other hand took a few extra minutes to have a second joint, their tolerance too high for just one to be enough. Once they felt they were able to keep themselves together and have a linear thought process, they pulled out of the vent and stepped down off of the amp, only to find DJ totally zonked out of his mind on the couch.

“Dude. How long did you hold it for?” They asked.

“... Ten seconds?”

Cin busted out laughing and took a seat next to him, tossing their lighter and tin on a small table next to the couch. “You may have overdone it. Have fun with this feeling.”

“I don’t think anything can combat the other thing I’m feeling right now.” He mumbled. “Though this ‘high’ is definitely unique nonetheless. I enjoy it.”

“Right back on topic eh… Shit. How do I even start?” Cin huffed.

“With music?”

Cin thought about it for a moment, and agreed that would be an ideal starting place. Sound other than silence would ease the atmosphere. From where they sat they connected their phone to the bluetooth speakers and put on a playlist. The first song to come on was by Daft Punk, and honestly the vibe that was set couldn’t be any sweeter. Cin tossed their phone onto the same little nearby table with their other stuff and sighed, ready to start talking.

“So… So about what happened while we were out there…” Cin started, their voice rather quiet.

“The closeness…”

“I liked it. I don’t know what made me encourage you to do that, but I liked it. I didn’t… overstep a boundary, did I?” They asked hesitantly.

“And here I thought I was the one overstepping. No, not at all.” He confirmed. “I… also liked it.”

“Oh. Oh good. Wow. Uh… I guess that wouldn’t make it weird if I said I wanted to be like that again, would it? Y’know… close to you…”

“We can. I mean, did either of us want to stop?” He spoke quietly, an arm already having made its way around their waist.

“So I have permission…” They huffed.

Instantly drawn in by his touch, Cin slowly maneuvered closer to him with the gentle encouragement he provided. Soon they ended up in his lap, back pressed against his chest while he kept one arm cautiously wrapped around their middle. They both remained wordless for a moment, listening to the music while blush flared up in violent shades of red on both their cheeks and his. Cin’s heart was beating so hard it was possible to feel even with the way they sat. He’d always wanted to feel it. For a moment they just listened to the music, completely unsure of what to say next. That same music luckily saved the conversation once again though, simply by making it a topic to talk on and keep that ball rolling.

“Is this song… Did you pick it on purpose?” He asked.

“I did, actually. I figured the song ‘Something About Us’ would be… appropriate.” They nodded.

“Now is that the weed talking, or do you mean that?” He questioned further, his grip on them tightening a little.

“Nope. It’s me talking. I may be a little fucked, but I’m still present.” Cin nodded. “Speaking of, how are you holding up? You’re feeling okay, right?”

“I am. A little hazy, but fine nonetheless. It feels like my sensors have been switched into overdrive though…”

“Yeaaah that happens. At least you can’t green out and ruin your first high like I did.” They chuckled.

“Ruin it? How could you ruin such a floaty feeling?” He asked.

“I uh… Went for a walk and couldn’t figure out where I was. I was so high that I got disoriented a mere two blocks away from where I was staying.” They admitted with a chuckle.

“Even before, you were dumb as hell huh?” DJ chuckled.

Both of them laughed, Cin happy to reminisce in their more goofy moments. When the laughter died down, they sat there in brief silence once again with nothing but the music to fill the space. Cin’s mind was in overdrive though, and they had one thought bouncing around in their head like crazy. Confess. Confess. Do it now and confess. Tell him! But how? They were too brittle and full of horrible jokes to come up with something romantic… but then again, with the way DJ was acting, why would they need to be? He clearly liked having them around despite their incessant cussing and over the top demeanor. Might as well stay on brand if they’re gonna say it, right?

“Hey. Uh, you know how I said I don’t care what pronouns you use with me, right?” Cin started awkwardly, turning sideways in his lap to look at him a little.

“Mhmm?”

“I actually have some new ones I’d like you to use with me. Only you, though.” They went on, snorting a little at how stupid it sounded in their head. “And, only if you want to use them, actually. These pronouns are uh… you/yours and you can call me… anytime.”

They both snorted and busted out in a fit of giggles again. Perhaps Cin was a little higher than they intended to be, but at least they got the message out. To their surprise, DJ turned them all the way around in his lap so that they straddled him and faced him head on, two of his hands now comfortably resting at their hips. Their hands were now forced to come and rest on his shoulders, nearly pressed chest to chest. There was no hiding the red hot blush that bloomed on their cheeks now.

“Is that a confession?” He asked, still unable to stop the weak laughter.

“Only if you want it to be. I don’t know how you feel but I think most people would consider it to be a little weird to be in love with an animatronic…” They muttered, looking down and to the side.

“Love. So it is a confession then.”

“... So what if it is? Sue me.” Cin said defiantly. “You offended or something?”

DJ laughed again and used a third hand to lift their chin back up to look at him. The gesture immediately worsened how flustered they were, especially with how close his face was now in proximity to theirs.

“The only thing I’m offended by right now is that you beat me to it!” He chuckled.

“P-pardon?”

“I’ve been considering telling you I’ve been head over heels for you for months. If you say I can call you anything, I’d like to call you mine. Personally, I don’t think it’s weird to be in love with an animatronic, because here I am, in love with a human.” He stated.

“Cyborg.”

“Shut the hell up.”

DJ brought his lips down onto theirs before they could say anymore stupid shit. It was definitely an effective way to shut someone up, that was for sure. At first, Cin was rigid, completely caught off guard and unsure of how to respond. Thankfully all it took was a few gentle gestures of encouragement to break them out of their frozen state. DJ’s hand that was once under their chin now held their cheek sweetly, thumb caressing their hot cheek. His other hands pulled gently on their hips until they were chest to chest, and he could finally feel the full force of their rapid heart beat. The rhythm was beautiful, and he wanted to hear more.

That was enough to ease Cin’s worries. With a deep sigh through their nose they leaned in and reciprocated the kiss, melding against him like it was always meant to be. Even now he felt so lifelike, his warm lips against theirs in complete bliss. Cin’s hands came up and around his neck, happy to pull themselves in and indulge in more of his sweet kisses. His glasses had fallen off by this point, lost in the cushions of the couch very much like the two of them were lost in each other.

There was a lot of touch. So much touch, specifically because DJ had never had the chance to feel something like this before. The curve of their waist, the arch of their back, their lips against his… even their heartbeat hammering against his chest. Even Cin was caught up in the desire for touch, having never experienced it before themselves. At least, not to this extent. Not to the extent of someone actually desiring them. Feeling wanted was nice. About as nice as how their fingers were caught up in his hair, nearly pulling it out of its bun.

Eventually they broke apart, both donning some still very red cheeks. DJ’s pupils had turned into little hearts, all four of them looking at Cin with both surprise and love. It was cute, but they were still too dumbfounded to form the correct words.

“So is that a yes to my confession or…”

“You are so dumb it’s comical.” DJ chuckled, pressing his forehead to theirs. “I’ve been unable to stop thinking about being with you for quite some time. Of course it’s a yes, idiot.”

“So… no. I’m sorry. Part of me… part of me still thinks this is a joke, or a glitch. I’m not one to be loved…”

All of DJ’s hands were on them now: two on each side of their hips, one at the center of their back, and one on their neck with his thumb still gently tracing their jawline. It was a painful statement to hear, not because it implied that he was lying to them, but because they must’ve been hurt by someone in their past so badly it made them think it could never be real. He’d have to change that. Those thoughts had no place occupying the mind of the one he loved, and he’d be sure to eradicate them as soon as possible.

“Loving you is all I’ve ever wanted to do. I’d never lie about that. I don’t know who lied to you before, but I sure as hell won’t be repeating that. By the blessing of my own damn sentience, you’ve done things to me; caused feelings I never thought I’d get to feel as an animatronic. Love is something I thought I’d never have the privilege of experiencing, yet here I am, feeling it so deeply for you. I am not joking, Cin. I seriously love you.”

A tear welled up in the corners of their eyes. Cin wasn’t one to crack easily, so they desperately held it there on their waterline. Sometimes, you can’t win against emotions though, and it fell cleanly down their cheek into DJ’s thumb.

“I’ve never heard the word ‘love’ directed at me so many times before. Damn. I… I can’t really doubt you anymore, can I?” Cin chuckled airily as DJ wiped away their tears. “Fuckin’ hell, that means I can say I love you too. I love you DJ. Holy shit do I ever love you.”

Cin smothered themselves into him, resting their head in the crook of his neck while they hugged him tightly. Both Cin and DJ could help but laugh with relief now, locked in a tight, emotion filled hug.

“This means I can finally call you beautiful without worrying too much. I can mean it when I say it, and not pass it off as a general compliment.” He hummed. “You’re mine. My beautiful, talented partner. Mine.”

“S-stop with the compliments…” Cin whined into his neck, cheeks still hot with embarrassment.

“Still can’t take a compliment?” He laughed. “Never change please. Never fucking change Cin. You are so damn cute~.”

There was a bit more groaning and whining, as Cin still didn’t know how to receive such genuine nice words. It was embarrassing to be called cute, sweet, and beautiful, because they played the hardass their whole life. They were completely melted down now though, and it would take a long time to get used to. They didn’t mind too much though… It was nice to be so vulnerable. Besides, DJ got a kick out of them being so easily flustered. He wouldn’t mind if it took them a while to get used to hearing words like that. He’d happily repeat himself over and over again until they believed him and were red in the face. Cin deserved to feel loved like this, and he was happy it was him that got to provide it.

Both of them dissolved into puddles of laughter, DJ pressing annoying little kisses all over them now that they had confessed. There was no need to hold back anymore. They were his to adore, just as he was theirs. There was something about them being together that just made sense.

It was about damn time.

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[head-empty-only-sunshine]

DJs Got Them Falling in Love

Ch. 9: Close Bodies

A/N: It's short but that doesn't mean I wasn't totally losing my mind writing this the whole time. I'm such a sap.

Description: They're back. They weren't supposed to be yet because of sick leave, but they came back. Neither of them thought they missed each other that much until that proved otherwise in the middle of the show they interrupted.

Pairing: s/i X DJMM

Word Count: 1458

Song of Reference: Horsepower

[Index]

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It was DJ’s turn to cover now. Over the last couple of weeks Cin had requested some time off to just stay at home and rest, slowly letting themselves heal from the incident. They didn’t go into the Pizzaplex at all over the period they requested off, which meant someone had to cover for them. Parts and services picked up their extra work whenever there was an audio issue, but their shows had to be picked up by DJ now. It was only a couple of nights a week, but their audience dearly missed them… and so did he.

Dj never realized how much he appreciated having Cin around to chat with, and just straight up not having them around made his circuits seize a little; a discomforting spark that came with their absence. Dare he say he was downright upset about it, missing them dearly with every day that passed. That time allowed him to confirm how he felt about them, and despite what was known by basic knowledge, he was most certainly in love with them. He did their shows justice in their absence, channeling their energy as best he could to keep the crowd in high spirits until they would no longer be absent. With how much he had analyzed and thought about them in a day though, it wasn’t too hard to understand and bring their energy to the table.

Tonight was no different in showtimes. DJ stood front and center stage on a Saturday night, welcoming in the evening crowd on yet another covered show. He had to keep it together though. Smooth transitions and good energy followed as he started up his set to keep the crowd entertained. Soon. Cin would be back soon, in about two days to be exact. That’s when their time off was over and done with before they’d return to being the late night DJ as usual. Just two more days until he’d get to see them again. He… He could do it.

The show was smooth so far. The crowd was used to him covering and appreciated him just as Cin said they would. There were even a few fangirls in the crowd, coming after him with their screeches every time he was visibly in the groove. He was more popular than he thought he would be with the adult crowd, that was for sure. He thought it was all them that caused the screams, which to be fair, was only because he thought so fondly of them.

The night progressed on as it always did, everything unchanging for at least half an hour or so. There was a slight abnormality in the crowd though after a while. Gasps weren’t a common thing to see on people’s faces while a literal party was going on, so DJ glanced over where multiple heads were turned towards to see what was going on that could cause such a distraction. When he saw what had everyone’s attention finally, his jaw dropped and he had to take his hands off the turntables before he accidentally pushed buttons he didn’t need to. It was Cin.

They made their way through the crowd on the sidelines with tiny little waves as they approached the stage, hopping up from the side. DJ pulled his glasses down a little and stared inquisitively at them as they came over. They wore nothing but a weak smile, a pair of sweats, and a crop top, coming up to him nonchalantly.

“Dude, aren’t you still on sick leave?” DJ asked.

“Technically, but I feel a lot better now. The burns have healed up pretty nicely, and I really miss being here. Admittedly, not hanging around you alone in my house kinda sucks.” They chuckled.

“And management…?”

“I’m not on the clock. They can’t give me hell. C’mon, let’s get back to doing what we’re good at.” Cin said, glancing at the turntables.

DJ huffed, a smile finally having made its way onto his face. Cin was truly a force to be reckoned with.

“You’re insane, you know that?” He chuckled.

“I know~”

“So, do you wanna take over?” He offered.

“Nah. I’m sure we can run it at the same time. We’ve never had a problem mixing together before.” They nodded.

“Do ya think you can transition into the vibe I’ve set then?”

“Who the fuck do you think I am?” Cin laughed, earning a grin from DJ.

Oh how they missed his incessant teasing.

Cin ducked under DJ’s arms and easily shimmied their way between him and the turntables once again, back to their rightful place. He didn’t quite expect them to do that, but they seemed pretty comfortable already. All that time alone must’ve done something to them to make them this comfy right off the bat. Cin made an easy transition over the last song he was playing, incorporating their personal touch with ease instantly. The crowd seemed to be overjoyed to see them again now too, cheers echoing around the arcade when they finally noticed that they were there.

It was definitely a heavier vibe. Soon Cin wasn’t really aware of themselves anymore and felt nothing but the music, lost in a trance-like state while they moved to the beat. Perhaps having been away from playing live for so long had them itching to be on stage again. Some time during their deep focus on the music, Cin leaned back into DJ and pressed themselves against his chest. Startled, DJ looked down at them to get a read on them.

After a brief scan, he could pick up that they were incredibly calm and in quite a suspended state of feeling nothing but the music. He was tentative to return any gestures, not wanting to incorrectly read the room. Miraculously though, they could pick up on that somehow and leaned back further, giving wordless direction. They were in no space to be talking right now, so tactile sensation was the only way they could effectively communicate. Cin moved a hand deliberately closer to one of his, turning a couple of dials near it before actually touching it. Well. There was no way to incorrectly read the room with a gesture like that.

Cin had now boldly slid their hand on top of his, slowly guiding it off of the switches and back towards them. They brought his hand all the way back to rest on their hip, and where DJ would have otherwise panicked and pulled away, he found himself pulling on them; pulling them closer against him. He too was relatively lost in a musical trance much like Cin, doing whatever felt right in the moment. He could sacrifice one of three hands if it meant keeping them close to make up for all that time they were gone.

Nothing else was on either of their minds. It was all fog, neon lights, and bass that rattled both of them to their core. Their hands passed over one another as they mixed on the fly, that one hand still remaining held to Cin’s hip the entire time. They swayed to the music together, true artists in their element under the intense glow of flashing lights.Things went on like that for a while, both of them content and unaware of how things looked in the moment… until someone in the crowd howled.

The loud whistle and whooping snapped both Cin and DJ out of their trance-like state as they looked down into the sea of people to identify the source. Once their vision settled on the perpetrator, they were met with suggestive eyebrow wiggles and cocky grins. That led to both of them realizing exactly how they were standing, and how it looked, instantly flustering them both within seconds. There was some hesitancy towards stepping away from each other though, and Cin was the first to mutter to him.

“Don’t… don’t move. Fuck it. We��re already like this.” Cin mumbled.

“What… what is this?” He asked cautiously.

“... Something to talk about after the show. This performance is going too well to think about it right now. Just keep going.” They insisted, furthering their point by pressing back into him even more.

“So it’s fine then?”

“It is.”

And his hand remained, if anything he now held them more firmly. Both of them slipped back into that trance-like state where the music dictated all their actions, ignoring the sudden noises from the crowd that otherwise distracted them at first. The closeness was much appreciated, and neither of them minded it at all. It would have to be talked about later, but for now, all they did was let the music carry them.

Embarrassing themselves could come later. This was a moment to enjoy.

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