#solar x reader

[conflictedemma]

naptime

My Ko-fi♡

[tsbs-shipfessions]

I want Solar to fuck me ngl

Your boldness is admirable.

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

How about an over protective GN Reader of Eclipse, Moon, Sun, And Solar (with Moon is deep friendship, it doesn’t have to be romantic)

If you’re alright with it that is?

TSaMS with overprotective Reader

×A/N×

I was really tired to write platonic headcanons for them aswell (except Nexus and Moon), but I hope it's still enjoyable!

okay- so if this feels weird, when I started writing first I thought of the concept looking out for them in a fight, not like yk stand up for them and etc, but I edited it a little so it should be fine

×❢ About my work ❢×

fluff, reader is being caring and badass for them and it's unusual for them, sun calls the reader sunshine, only platonic hcs for Nexus and Old Moon!, no mention of pronuons for the reader, poor duded they're probably out of character

Fandom(s): The Sun and Moon Show

Character(s): Eclipse, Solar, Sun, Nexus, Old Moon, You | The Reader | (Y/N)

Ship(s): Eclipse x Reader, Solar x Reader, Sun x Reader, Nexus & Reader, Old Moon & Reader

Form: Headcanons

[The artworks aren't mine! They belong to kiwi_artz!]

Eclipse

Romantic

- Okay, so Eclipse would difinetely find it strange at first, but it doesn't mean that he wouldn't be greatful about it

- He is the one who usually protects you, but he won't conplain if you switch this

- He is also not really used to it so it will feel weird for him and probably take some time him to get used to it

- He won't say it, but he secretely finds it attractive

- He finds it cute how protective you are over him

- He'll still try his best to protect you no matter what

- Most of the time he won't let you fight, but if you're willing to look out for him, then he'll be glad to have you be his side

-After many times, it'll still feel weird to him to have someone who cares about him this much, but he won't reject it

- "Thank you, but I think this is rather my job. Though, I'm not complaining."

Old Moon

Platonic

- Would find it cool!

- He would see you badass

- Still at the begining it's weird to him. Why are you so worried about a machine like him? He done so many bad things, his actions had so many bad consoqences, despite that you're still spending your time at him...

- Please help him understand why are you so protective about him

- He won't complain though, he's definitely happy that he has someone who pays this much attention to him and his well being

- "Thank you... though I don't really understand why you're doing this, but thanks."

Nexus

Platonic

- Also doesn’t understand why you care about him so much

- Will ask why are you doing it

- Poor dude is so confused, he feels strange...

- After you have his trust, he's definitely more than glad to work with you

- "Thank you... I guess."

Sun

Romantic

- He finds it hot when you stood up for him or when you just simply connfident, but he won't mention it

- He's more than greatful to have someone look out for him, but he also feels a little sad about how much time you're wasting at him (or at least, he feels like this way)

- Please prove him that he's wrong- Please tell him that he's worthy and how much you love him. Kiss him, caress him, show him affection

- It'll might make Sun cry, but at least he knows that how important he is to you

- He'll try his best to protect you aswell

- Basically, you're watching out each others back while you showing support to each other.

- It's definitely a comforting feeling to have someone looking out for him

- "Thank you, sunshine! I'm really glad that you're here for me."

Solar

Romantic

- Solar would also find it attractive or just simply cool

- It would get him. Like, really, it would win him.

- He'll be confused at first why are so over protective about him, but after some time he'll get used to it

- He feels good to have someone by his side

- If you're a worried type aswell, Solar will find it cute how much you're stressing about him. But he'll also feel bad.

- He's greatful that he can rely on you, however he doesn't want stress you so much

- He'll try to protect you aswell as he can

- "Thank you for looking out for me"

Also, they would all feel guilty and sick by you getting hurt because of protecting them.

[helluva-simper]

Bitches i still do requests

I am so low on ideas and need motivation so like.... If you have any plz share. I shall tell you the fandoms I write for below.

Blitzo x

Hazbin hotel: Alastor, Vox, Valentino, Husk, Angel, Lucifer. (The other cast characters too but Im not the best)

Helluva boss: Blitzø, Stolas, Fizzarolli, Asmosdeus, Striker. (Once again the other characters too but my small feeble brain isnt the best)

The Sun and Moon show: Moondrop (Show or cannon), Sundrop(Show or cannon), Solar, Eclispe, Bloodmoon, Killcode

Murder drones: Uzi, N. (NOT THAT FAR IN THE SHOW YET!!!)

The amazing digital circus: Jax, Ragatha, Pomni, Caine, Gangle

Dandy's world: Everyone except Brightney, Pebbles, Coal, Ginger, or Balbbet or however you spell it

I only write Lemons and comforts. No smut. No dark or Proships either you hooligans. I also do Ships too so it doesn't have to be x reader. But yes. Place in your requests. Have a goodnight/day/afternoon

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

awa

❤️‍🩹💋🛠️ :3

If You Must Mourn

(Solar x Reader - can be read as romantic or platonic)

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“Solar?”

The bot’s rays jolt with the soft click of the door closing. You watch as his hands come up to hurriedly wipe at his face, which was facing away from you. You squint at the black smears that come away with his hands.

His voice wobbles when he speaks, wet and quavering, “Uh, hey- is there…is there something you need?”

He still refuses to look at you— head bent and shoulders slumped, staring into his hands. You frown.

You slowly move further into the dimly lit room, “I heard you yell— is everything alright?.”

You can now see the matching black smears on Solar’s face as you approach. Slowly, you sit yourself down next to him on the bed. His rays twitch but he still doesn’t look at you.

“Sol, what’s going on?” Your voice comes out in a near whisper, afraid that maybe if you’re too loud you would scare him off.

Tentatively, you reach over and let your hand come to rest atop his. There is a tremble to it and, instinctively, you start running your thumb soothingly along his knuckles. He stills and then, finally, he looks at you.

Oil stains trail down his cheeks— smeared and smudged from his wiping. His silicone lips are set in a thin, downturned line however it quivers at the edges. The look in his eyes reflects a storm. Dark and rainy— brewing just over the horizon. Full of emotion yet barred at the same time. It was the kind of lock and key with emotions thing you had learned was commonplace for all Eclipse types.

His mouth opens and closes like a fish— searching for the words, or perhaps struggling to spit them out. After a heartbeat, he sighs and lowers his head into his hand, fingers pinching the space between his eyes.

“It’s…nothing. Just a bad dream.” His brows furrow and for a moment his expression is pained before it disappears.

Like the pieces of a puzzle, it all clicks into place for you. No words have to be spoken for the pang to hit your heart— a pain you know is tenfold for Solar.

You feel yourself moving and reaching for him and then your arms are wrapping around him. Your face is pressed into the soft material of his shirt. The smell of machine oil floods your nose— a smell you had come to heavily associate with the bot.

Solar is rigid as a board. His hands hover uncertainly over your back. He says your name— soft and questioning.

“We’ll get him back, Sol.” You whisper, feeling as his frame starts to quiver, “We’ll get him back.”

Arms wrap around you as his hands fist into the back of your shirt. Your body and face are smooshed against his chest as he pulls you in tight but you don’t mind. You run your hands up and down his back in soothing motions as he buries his face against your shoulder— rays retracted to small points. A warm, wet sensation hits your back and you don’t acknowledge it— nor do you acknowledge the strangled, hitching sobs that rack Solar’s body as he holds onto you like a lifeline.

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[alcoholfreenayeon]

Hello! I hope that you're doing well! I was wondering if I may please request a smutty/fluffy Solar x younger fem idol fic? Where reader has been crushing on Solar ever since they've met at an awards show.. They grow closer over time and reader confesses, thankfully Solar reciprocates and they waste no time getting closer. Maybe they get caught by the rest of the Mamamoo girls the morning afterward.

A/N: hope you like it anon❤️

What are we?

Solar x idol fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, smut

CW: little bit of smut basically

You nervously waited outside the café, having arrived almost 30 minutes early. You definitely could have been a bit more relaxed about it, but you didn’t want to take any chances, it was your first date with Solar after all. Well, it wasn’t a real date, at least you that’s what you thought because there is no way Solar would actually ask you out on a real date. But…she did ask you to dress pretty this time and it was going to be just the two of you for like the first time. You immediately glance at your outfit, it wasn’t casual, but you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe it would have been better to dress a bit more fancy.

You think back to when you both first met, it was at an award show. Your group had just had their first win as rookies and Mamamoo had been placed to sit next to you. She congratulated you and introduced herself, which you found amusing, like the Kim Solar needed any introduction in the first place. Nevertheless, that was the first interaction between you two and, well, the way she smiled at you made you weak in the knees and you have had a massive crush on her since. Thankfully, she hadn’t found it weird when you asked for her number to keep in touch. In fact, she texted you first, asking to meet up every now and then.

Which was absolutely wonderful, however, each time you saw her you just fell for her harder, to the point where you were even contemplating just admitting your feelings to just get it off your chest. The thought of her rejecting you or distancing herself made your heart ache with pain as though it had been stabbed but it was maybe necessary to get it over with because you couldn’t go a single day without spending hours thinking about her. Her smile, her eyes, her comforting words, and her protectiveness towards you. All of that just made you feel at peace, safe, happy. But you did often also wonder if she was dating someone, like people would trip themselves to have a shot at dating her and she would definitely have no shortage of suitors and the thought of her dating someone else, well, it drove you absolutely insane with jealousy, anger, betrayal, envy, hell you didn’t even know exactly how you felt about it, but it certainly wasn’t positive.   

As you lost in your thoughts centered around Solar, you didn’t think how you looked from a third person’s perspective, having whole conversations with yourself until a mother walking with her kid told him to not get too close to the weird loner. That brought you right back to reality and you prayed she didn’t recognize you as your group was in a billboard nearby. You look at the time and immediately panic, you were going to be late if you didn’t go right now, just how long were you daydreaming for? Embarrassingly long enough was the answer. But you didn’t want to get into that for now. You made your way to the cafe’s entrance and immediately spotted Solar sitting in a corner, looking at her phone.

So, I came this early to just end up late, you think to yourself as you make your make to her, you clip your foot against another table and stumble before sitting down quietly opposite to Solar, feeling embarrassed.

She just smiles at you half teasingly, “Already falling for me Y/n?”, she says jokingly but those words made your heart skip a beat.

“Uh…”, you avoid eye contact, blushing and not knowing what to say.

Solar laughs warmly and looks at you with tenderness and smiles, “Well, I should have said it as soon as I saw you, but you look really pretty today, like you are in general but today you look extra special”.

Was she really trying to kill you? You were already feeling quite worked up but now your heart was straight up pounding, so loud and fast that you were quite sure that if someone were to sit next to you, they could hear it. You mumble thanks in response and look at her properly and nearly gasp out loud. She was dressed quite casually, just some jeans and a crop top but it looked unbelievably good on her. She just exuded beauty and confidence like it was nothing.

“Do I look good? You have been staring but haven’t said anything yet”, she asks playfully.

“YES, uh yes you look really good, I mean beau-pretty, you look really pretty too”, you reply, trying to calm yourself down, failing miserably.

She laughs prettily, “that’s good, I thought there was something wrong with me today, especially since I didn’t dress up too well. I am glad you like it Y/n. “Now, shall we order?”.

You look at the menu, deciding what to eat and finally manage to compose yourself a little bit. You both give your orders and have some small talk before Solar changes the topic, “Do you remember the first time we actually hung out, it wasn’t that long ago”.

You nod, “I think 7-8 months ago, your friends were there, I felt like an outsider”, you recall, remembering how Irene and Wheein were there, and it was an awkward experience for you initially since not only were you spending time with your crush for the first time, but her friends were also there who all also happened to be your seniors and even role models work wise. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to act around them, but you began to relax after spending some time with them and were even talking and acting semi formally with them.

The two of you recollected some of the favorite times between you both and that’s when your food and coffees came along. You were actually starving and dug in immediately and only after a few bites did you realize you cannot afford to look like a pig in front of Solar, but she didn’t seem to mind, regardless, you slowed down and ate a bit more slowly. You enjoy a few different conversations with her about a few different topics when suddenly out of nowhere she reaches out and puts her hand on top of yours. You freeze, not even daring to look at your hand or at Solar. Your heartrate skyrocketing, you feel your cheeks coloring and your breath shaky and your mind racing at a million miles per hour thinking of all the possible reasons why Solar would suddenly do that out of the blue when she breaks the silence. “Y/N, I really enjoy spending time with you-”, she begins but you interrupt her almost immediately.

“I’m in love with you!”, you blurt out and cover your mouth with your free hand, your eyes widen, and you inhale sharply as you realize what you just did. For a brief moment it feels like the weight of the world has been taken off you since you not only said it out loud but outrightly confessed to Solar. But just as quickly the burden comes back to you as you await her response or even her reaction, almost regretting saying anything as you realize that if you get rejected now, you will be utterly crushed and that heartbreak in no way would be worth getting the confession out of the way. You begin to panic a little as you can only think of the likely possibility of Solar turning you down and just as you are prepared to shut down, Solar grips your hand a little tighter, looking somewhat stunned before looking almost…relieved?

“Y/N….do you really? Feel that way about me?”, she asked, her voice shaky, filled with uncertainty.

You take a deep breath and look at her seriously and slowly nod, “Yes, I have never been more sure about anything”.

To your surprise she sighs in what seems to be relief and smiles, almost shyly. “I’m glad, I was a bit afraid I would put you in a tough spot but…I kinda have a crush on you too”.

Huh….did you hear that right? She said she has a crush on YOU?! Your mind raced with thoughts again but at the same time was blank as you were in so much shock. “What?”, you asked in a small voice.

“I like you too”, Solar answered, confidence returning to her voice as she now knows you like her too. She bursts out laughing suddenly, putting a hand over her mouth, her cheeks rosy. “I was actually a little stressed because I didn’t know how to tell you, but this date was a good idea after all.”

“So, this…was a real date?”, You ask nervously, still a bit overwhelmed by everything.

“Of course,”, she smiles, “even if neither of us confessed this would have been a real date”.

You smile too now, the weight of the world finally lifted off your back for good, you hadn’t felt this relieved in a long time.

“Come with me to my place”, Solar suddenly says while paying for the food, looking at you seriously.

“Huh?”, you feel like you didn’t hear her right.

“Let’s go to my place now, if you don’t mind”, she repeats.

“You mean…..”, you blush as you think about what Solar is implying. Was she really wanting to-

“Yeah, the other girls are out, we could watch a movie, order some food later. Is that fine with you”, She explains.

“Y-yes”, you basically squeak, feeling a bit stupid over your misinterpretation.

The next few hours go much smoother, Solar takes you back to her place, you both play some games and pass the time, a couple hours later you both flip through the tv to see what movies you want to watch and eventually choose one. Solar meanwhile ordered some pizza and chicken wings; she insisted that chicken wings are much better choice to eat while watching movies compared to popcorn. Everything is going well, you don’t even feel awkward, nervous, or self-conscious, not even when she shifted closer and put her arm around you. Everything was going perfectly, until you started to feel cold, you didn’t say anything, maybe it would pass soon. But it didn’t. However, you didn’t want to ruin the nice moment and decided to firm it but Solar had other plans and out of nowhere grabbed your hand and then looked at you.

“Y/N, your hands…are you feeling cold?”, she asked worriedly.

“Uh, a little but its okay”, you say trying not to shiver.

“You…you don’t have to pretend! Look at yourself!”, she scolds, “Theres a blanket in my room, just bring it and don’t feel afraid to ask for anything else!”

You do as she says and go over to her room, tentatively, looking all over and finding it really pretty. This is Solar’s room, and you are in it. It makes you feel a bit giddy for some reason. You pick her up blanket and take it to the couch, “isn’t this too big for me?”

“Silly, it’s for me too”, She laughs, her eyes showing hints of mischief.

“Oh”, you feel yourself blushing yet again as she snuggles next to you, the setting much more intimate now, you covered in Solar’s blanket up to your neck while she’s practically on top of you. It suddenly becomes really hard to focus on the movie, especially when you can feel her soft breaths down your neck, you stiffen and try not to focus on her but the more you try the harder it becomes. You consider shifting a bit but that’s when your world turns upside down, Solar pushes you back a little, her expression difficult to read, puts one hand on your cheek turning it ever so slightly so you face her and begins to lean in. Was this really happening? Solar about to kiss you?! You weren’t ready for this! If she kisses you now-

The moment her lips connect with your, you lose track of everything, closing your eyes reflexively, it’s a sensation unlike anything you have ever felt before, your whole-body tingles, it feels like electric currents are being sent over to you, your brain melting and before you know it you are already feeling out of breath in just a few moments. A few seconds later, Solar pulls away, smiling, “I kinda wanted to do that for a while now”.

You were speechless, completely red with embarrassment and could barely look at her without feeling some type of way.

She giggles at your shyness and lifts your face again, “More?”, she asks teasingly, knowing exactly what the answer was. You shyly nod and she immediately begins to kiss you again, a bit more tenderly this time yet filled with passion and you slowly gain the courage to kiss her back. The innocent kiss was now slowly turning in a full blown make out session, the two of panting, unable to look away from each other, in each other’s arms. She then takes it one step further, kissing you again but this time her hand drifts under your shirt, causing you to moan almost instantly. She smirks at your reaction and pushes you back, so you are laying down now and climbs on top of you. You just lay back and let her be in complete control, watching as she quickly takes off her shirt before kissing you again.

It wasn’t till when she started taking off your clothes that you realized again that this wasn’t really a dream. “W-w-wait!”, you say, panicking a little as you realize how unprepared you feel.

“Too far?”, Solar questions, stopping immediately, “Sorry.”

“No, it’s not that, just…my first time really doing-”, you mumble, covering your face a little as it reddens.

Solar just smiles and gently uncovers your face and gets close, “We can go as far as you want, we can stop whenever you want”.

“No, I’m ok”, you say with determination.

She nods, biting her lip, “Good”. She then started to kiss your neck and that in itself was something that you were content with going on for the rest of the night. As she begins to go eventually begins to move lower, down to your chest, taking her sweet time, exploring each and every bit of you before moving ahead. As she began to squeeze, fondle, and grope your breasts mercilessly, you finally began to moan. However, she moves on, much to your disappointment even if it lasts a few moments before spreading your legs and instead of going for your pussy, instead goes on to kiss and suck on your inner thighs, earning a gasp from you as you felt the air knocked out of you. This was a completely new sensation for you and your hands automatically moved to Solar’s head. She seemed unfazed and continued to tease you, moving ever so close to your entrance just to pull back again. You were already turned on before but now you were absolutely drenched, so the teasing was actually starting to feel like torture.

Solar didn’t seem to care about that though, she was completely focused on your thighs. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she turned her attention to your pussy, tracing her finger gently along it before looking up at you, “Y/N, I’m going to make you scream my name until your throat is hoarse”. Before you can even process what Solar said, she dived right in, tasting you while her hands played with your tits. Your head falling back immediately as shocks of pleasure began to make your body jolt all over, your legs closing around Solar’s head as you tried to keep track of what was happening. It was useless though. You were already panting and couldn’t even make a sound despite your mouth wide open. Solar then began to focus on your clit and that’s when your eyes began to roll back, it had barely been a few minutes, but you were already close to cumming, gripping her head tighter, you finally managed to find your voice back, screaming out for Solar, letting her know you are close. She doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest and only proceeds to stop playing with your tits and instead pushes two fingers inside you, causing you to scream out her name again and cum immediately.

Panting heavily as you come down from the high, you cover your mouth as you nearly scream again since Solar didn’t even slow down the whole time, continuing to finger you while, teasing, licking, and sucking your clit. Soon enough it feels like you are going to cum again, already feeling overwhelmed you couldn’t even focus on holding her head with your legs or hands and instead just slumped back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, “Solar….”, you weakly moan.

She just pushes her fingers knuckle deep into you while also adding a third one, “I thought I told you to scream”. She receives no reply as you could only squeak and scream gibberish as you came again, your hips buckling and legs shaking. Solar still didn’t stop, her face coated with all your juices, her hair messy from you gripping it earlier. In what seemed like under a minute you came yet again, for the third time in total, your body going limp, jolting from pleasure as you process it. You are a complete mess, your hair disheveled, your throat dry and your legs shaking. That’s when Solar stops, pulling out her fingers, giving your pussy one last lick, top to bottom before pulling away and getting on top of you, kissing you passionately.

“I told you didn’t I”, She said, seemingly proud of her efforts. You have no response as you just focus on catching your breath, your body flushing red from all the exertion. She brings you some water which you gratefully gulp down. She down lays next to you, cuddling you which you love. You were feeling extremely tired, and some cuddles were exactly what you needed but there was a question nagging you at the back of head. “Are-are we dating now?”

Solar bursts into laughter and you could have sworn you saw her blush just the tiniest bit, “Of course, we literally confessed earlier today, and I spent the last 30 minutes-”

“Okay! I got it!”, you interrupt and hide your face in her shoulder.

She continues to laugh and puts her arm around you, stroking your back while teasing you. You both spend the next few minutes talking, cuddling, and teasing each other. You didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep until you woke up hours later, the rising sun blinding you for a moment through the windows and that’s when you notice Solar, still cuddling into you, sleeping.  You smile happily as you recall yesterday and that the two of you were officially dating. However, your thoughts were interrupted when you heard someone call for Solar, a voice you recognized, Wheein.

You panic, what if she sees you and Solar in this state? You quickly shake Solar awake and tell her the situation. She seems hazy for a moment before jumping out and quickly putting on her shirt but as she’s putting it on, Wheein walks in the room, you freeze hoping you can’t be seen with the blanket covering you.

“Solar unnie have you seen my-. Did you sleep on the couch again? WAIT! Is that someone- On the couch now? I can’t believe-”

At that point, you apologetically sit up, blanket up to your shoulders, head down in embarrassment and shame, accepting that you might as well face the shame now rather than drag it out.

Wheein stops mid-sentence, “WAIT, Y/N! WHAT ARE YOU? SOLAR UNNIE! HER? I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS, SHES JUST-”

Solar interrupts her, kissing her teeth, “Come on, don’t scream first thing in the morning. And yes, it is Y/N, we are dating now.”

“That’s what you said about the last girl too!”

“Only so you and Byul stopped making a fuss!”

“What last girl?”, you butt in, staring daggers at Solar.

Before either of them reply, Moonbyul and Hwasa walk in looking completely unbothered, asking about why the two girls are fighting and then they see you and their jaws nearly drop to the floor.

“Unnie, you can’t keep doing this”, Moonbyul says, which causes Wheein to look at Solar with a satisfied look.

“What do they mean Solar?”, you ask again.

Solar looks to the ground, swinging her arms nonchalantly, “I guess you can say you aren’t the first person I have been with.”

“Y-you guess?” you say in a shocked tone.

“OKAY, you girls leave and let me explain to her”, Solar says, glaring at the others who at this point realizing that Solar was actually serious about you. That’s when Hwasa starts laughing out loud.

“Unnie when you said that you wanted-”, Hwasa gets cut off.

“Out. Now.”, Solar orders authoritatively. Her tone kinda reminded you of last night and you felt a bit weak in the knees. But managed to compose to yourself when the other left.

“Look, Y/n, no point in lying or hiding, you aren’t the first person I’ve been with”. She tries to brush it off but does look a bit nervous for your response.

You take a deep breath, “I kinda expected that”, you say with a teasing smile, “but it’s really irresponsible of you to let your new girlfriend find out about something like this one day into the relationship.”

Solar looks at you in surprise and then sighs in relief when she realizes you aren’t really mad but just teasing.

“But how many others were there?”, you ask, your curiosity and jealousy get the better of you.

Solar just sheepishly smiles, “I think you should dress up and be more presentable, I can give you a shirt if you want.”

“Hey! Answer me!”, you playfully demand, shocked that she would just ignore your question like that.

Solar just suddenly kisses you in response, “A-a….a few but you are the only one who’s become my girlfriend”, leaving you speechless and making you wonder if you should be happy or shocked.

[tsams-simps-and-co-corner]

FLIRTY Mechanic Reader making very bad passes/pick-up lines at their crush and doubling down even worse when they succeed/fail! Requesting for:

-Ekleipsis

-Lord Eclipse

-Mono

-Solar

Should’ve know the first request on here would be about the Eclipses lol. But TY SM for requesting!! I don’t really consider AGAB as gender but I see what you meant, anyways

Eclipse x Flirty (but bad at it) Fem!Reader

💥Ekleipsis🌑

•“Can you take me to the hospital? I just broke my leg falling for you.” •*slow turn* •You know, having one of Fazbear’s mechanics be on his side was just fine this very second. •After a few seconds of unbroken eye contact, you went at it again but somehow worse. •He reminds himself to play nice with his cru cover. •“I’m going to check if Lunar is playing in traffic. Don’t follow me.” •You laugh a bit as he walks off. •Why does he have to reciprocate your stupid fucking feelings?

🌟Lord Eclipse💥

•Lord is used to people literally worshiping him. He’s used songs of praise and prayers. He’s used to reverence and revere. •All things the phase, “If you were a Transformer you'd be Optimus Fine” is not. •If any of his servants where nearby, they would have been absolutely horrified by your words and what their consequences would be. •However, he just gave you an unamused look, hoping that it would end it. •Instead you doubled down. •How did it get worse then “Optimus Fine?” •He supposes this is his own fault, as he always let you get away with more then anyone else. •But he grits his teeth and bares your onslaught of terrible pick up lines. •He can’t be too mad at the only person who repeating the same words of worship he’s heard for over a thousand years and treats him like an actual friend.

🔧Solar🔥

•You two were fixing up some stuff around the Plex and trying to make small talk. •Until you hit your coworker with “I'm not so good at holding conversations… is it OK if I hold your hand instead?” •His stunned silence made his fans speeding fans for obvious. •“… That was terrible…” •He looked away, obviously a lil flustered by your stupid pickup line. •You were surprised that it actually worked, when a truly evil idea crossed your mind. •You followed it up with even worse lines to see of they worked. •And they did. •Solar could decide if he wanted to confess to you or shrivel up and die. •“If I hold you hand after this will you stop?” •He said it in a playful and annoyed tone. •Your turn to be flustered. •“… Sure…” •Mission accomplished(…?)

🌙Mono☀️

•“Do you drink a lot of Sprite? Because you look so-da-licious!” •Now where’s Lunar when you need him? •He just wanted have this body checked after coming back from death (again) and you pull this. •He had hoped ignoring it would have stopped, but you just kept going as if you thought he didn’t hear you the first time. •And even worse somehow. •Why do you do this? •Why do you think this will work? •Why do you think he’d be a good partner? He’s not the original or he’s not any better then him. •But as weird as you were, it was nice having someone around. •So he let you have your fun as you checked him. •You didn’t find anything wrong, the one thing out of the ordinary were his fans going on overtime, but he shut down any attempts to look into it

[kimbappykidding]

Hot things Mamamoo do that drive you crazy

Solar - How she'll do anything for you

Solar had many beautiful hot qualities but the one that always got you the most was how she always treated you with so much kindness and care.

Family events were always stressful but without Solar by your side, tonight had been positively painful. Your sister had thrown a baby shower which was fine but rather than being a small event it was a huge party lasting all weekend with a gift register for tons of non-baby related gifts and an extravagant gender reveal as if they weren’t problematic enough. Solar was meant to be with you but she'd had a sudden crisis at work meaning she couldn't be. You were fine with her work being so demanding but if you ever needed her it was this weekend and she hadn't even texted you to tell you when/if she'd be able to join you tomorrow. So you were more than a little pouty at your girlfriend when you saw security enter and go to your sister. She pointed to you across the room and the men approached. "Excuse me are you dating a girl called Solar?". You nodded "yes I am, why?". "Please follow us" they said and led you out of the party to the front of the property where Solar was handcuffed. "Solar!" you cried and she smiled seeing you "Y/n! See I told you my girlfriend was here!". "Why is she handcuffed?" you cried and the main security guard looked at you "we caught her scaling the fence and thought she was an intruder". "Scaling the fence" you said looking up at the towering metal fence and your small girlfriend "Solar what were you doing?". "Well I raced here after work because I wanted to be with you but when I got here the gates were locked. I couldn't see any intercom so I decided to hop over and that's when these guys attacked me". You smiled at how even handcuffed she was ready to take these guys on and then realised Solar hasn't even changed clothes before leaving work. You looked at her shoes and back to her "you climbed the gate in those heels?" you asked. Solar grinned "yeah, I've got a great core and arms remember?". Like you could forget! You stared at her in awe and only came back to your senses when they finally started taking her handcuffs off. Solar rubbed her wrists and you flew into her arms. "I'm so sorry I'm so late. I texted you to keep you updated" Solar said. You frowned "no you didn't..." before your phone suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree. "Only my sister would pick a venue with no signal" you sighed. Solar rubbed your arm "I know but it's pretty right". You nodded "I suppose...I still can't believe you climbed that fence for me". Solar smiled "I'd do anything for you and because I knew this wouldn't be a fun weekend for you I might've made some calls and got our room upgraded to their platinum suite". "You didn't? I thought my sister said that room was taken". Solar shrugged "yeah but not for a famous kpop idol and her girlfriend" making you blush. "I also scheduled us in some massages tomorrow after your sister's brunch because I figured we'd need it and oh would you look at that...I have to be back at work in the late afternoon so we have to leave early too and there's nothing we can do about it" Solar said smiling sweetly. "You are the woman of my dreams!" you cried picking her up and Solar laughed. "Thanks" Solar smiled kissing you softly "want to go check out that platinum suite together?". "Try and stop me" you replied and rushed away together. "Did I mention our room has a balcony and a hot tub?" Solar asked "I told them to have some champagne chilling, ready for us". You beamed "you're amazing" and Solar smiled "I know" with a wink. This weekend was suddenly looking a lot more fun.

Moonbyul - The look she gives you when she knows you want her

You'd had a crush on Moonbyul quite a while before you got together. She was just so funny and confident, you were into her long before she noticed you existed but when she did everything changed. Moonbyul was a huge flirt and much bolder than you. When she started liking you she began flirting with you and when she noticed the effect that had on you she did it even more. Until Solar told her to stop torturing you and just ask you out. Which she did and you'd been together ever since...but Moonbyul never lost her effect on you and she loved it. You were also an idol and your Twice members and the rest of Mamamoo knew you were together but nobody else did, meaning at events you had to act like you weren't together and Moonbyul loved making that difficult for you. Your groups Mamamoo and Twice were at an event together as you were ambassadors for the same company. It was for a fun female-led cosmetic company that did everything from makeup to medicinal products. You were all gathered in a studio for a photo shoot and the minute Moonbyul saw you she smiled making your cheeks flush but that wasn't the only reason. The stylists had nailed Moonbyul's vibe and had her in a beautiful red military-style suit. She looked like some sort of hot pirate and your jaw dropped at how good she looked with her straight black hair. Chaeyoung burst out laughing seeing you and Jeongyeon nudged you "Y/n close your mouth". You did quickly averting your eyes to stop your blush but could hear all your members giggling. Moonbyul knew you liked her in red and so her eyes were glued to you when you walked in and she got the ideal reaction. "You're totally going to mess with her aren't you?" Wheein asked and she grinned "Oh yeah!". Moonbyul was the first member of the group to come over and introduce herself to you all. She greeted all your members before pausing in front of you with a wide smile "Y/n isn't it?" she asked playing dumb and you nodded "yes". "Pretty name for a beautiful girl" she said and carried on down the line as if she hadn't made you blush with 6 words. Then the host asked for some photos and since Mamamoo were smaller than your group they asked for you to intermingle. Moonbyul pretended to be looking for a spot before she appeared before you and Sana "mind if I slip in?" she asked. "Be our guest" Sana said with a grin making room and you shot her a look that said "traitor" but lost that anger when Moonbyul touched your waist. "Sorry I'll just stand behind you so I don't block your gorgeous self". Moonbyul kept the hand the camera couldn't see on your waist and before they took the photo leaned in "you do look really beautiful though, so beautiful I can smuggle this suit home if you want to play with it later?" she whispered "if you want that turn your head left". You, of course, moved your head and Moonbyul laughed "I love how much you want me" and you elbowed her slightly. Moonbyul giggled "it's okay I want you too, you look so hot in that skirt" and you began coughing. "Okay Y/n why don't you stand over here where there's some air!" Jihyo called and Solar nodded shooting Moonbyul a look. Your girlfriend just grinned widely though shooting you a wicked grin. Moonbyul was dangerous and she knew it.

Wheein - Her idol side

Even though your girlfriend was an insanely successful idol you never really saw into her world much. You listened to how her day was and of course, supported all her comebacks but that was as far into the idol industry as you got, until one day 6 months into your relationship that started to change. As you both got more serious you began to rely on one another more. So when Wheein forgot her wallet she texted you asking if you could bring it to the studio for her. You'd never been before and walked inside looking around at everything with wide eyes. It all looked so fancy and expensive and it suddenly hit home what your girlfriend's profession was. You told the receptionist why you were here and she nodded telling you which room Wheein was in and knew you by name which was impressive. You wandered down the hall until you heard music and walked into a studio. You spotted Wheein immediately and froze because she looked so good! Wheein was always beautiful but it wasn't her looks that caught your eye, it was how good she was dancing. She looked effortlessly cool and whipped her hair around before casually kicking her leg up as high as your head. They were clearly rehearsing some choreo so you didn't interrupt and instead just stood by the door and admired your girlfriend. When the song finished Wheein spotted you immediately and bounded over to you. She was sweet and kind like the Wheein you knew but you couldn't get the stage Wheein out of your head! Later that same week you finished work early and texted Wheein asking if she wanted to go out to dinner. She replied saying she just had one fitting left and then could go so invited you to come over to the tailors and text you the address. The tailor's shop was cool but a lot more normal than Wheein's cool company HQ so you felt more at home...until you saw Wheein. She was on a small platform while two tailors fussed around her. She was in a beautiful white suit with a cute crop top underneath. It looks so professional and your mind immediately went to your favourite K-drama because she looked exactly like a high-profile CEO. You had no idea what the tailors were doing because she already looked perfect and told Wheein that as you headed out for dinner together. She just blushed and shrugged off your comment but you were serious. You finally saw the fruit of Wheein's labour the next weekend when Wheein's group were performing at a show. You'd never watched them before but wanted to support Wheein so promised you'd watch it from home and cheer her on from home. You knew Mamamoo were cool but when they took the stage everything changed. You saw everyone in the room sit up and pay attention and did the same. Wheein killed everything from vocals to dancing and of course visuals. When the performance finished you wanted more and were still watching Mamamoo performances when Wheein called you. "Hey I just got backstage, so did you like it?". "Like it?" you asked "Wheein you're amazing! You're so talented and rocked that stage. You were so hot!". Wheein giggled and then asked in a shy voice "hot huh?". You nodded before realising she couldn't see you "so hot! You looked so confident and powerful...I've been watching videos of you since the performance because I can't get enough". Wheein laughed again and you could imagine just the smile she had on her face when she asked "hmmm well how about I give you a live rendition when I get home if you liked it that much". You said yes about 10 times before Wheein promised you she'd leave as soon as she could to come home to you. Needless to say, you were eagerly awaiting her arrival, officially a Moomoo and the luckiest one in the world.

Hwasa - Everything

It was commonly known that your girlfriend was the hottest thing in kpop and you were very much aware of that. People would always tell you how lucky you were and how beautiful Hwasa was and you agreed with them completely. However, what they didn't know was, just because you were dating the hottest woman in kpop didn't mean you knew how to cope with that. Frankly, you weren't even sure how you'd found yourself in this wonderful position but you were here and loving it. Hwasa didn't even have to do anything for you to find her attractive. Sure her beautiful singing voice and confidence were so attractive but even just seeing her cooking breakfast or coming home to her after a long day of work got your heart beating fast and your palms sweating. Hwasa claimed she didn't do it on purpose but you weren't sure you believed her. Sometimes you'd catch her smirk when she caught you watching her and figured she was aware of the effect she had on you and loved it...and you loved it too. Tonight you were at one of Mamamoo's concerts. You didn't want to be in some box on your own so Hwasa got you and Moonbyul's girlfriend front-row seats. You were having a great time when Hwasa walked out in a white dress that was totally your type. Hwasa knew that of course and also knew you loved her legs and so they were on show. Then when Maria started playing you were stunned because this was your favourite song of Hwasa's and she knew that. The glint in Hwasa's eye told you she had done all of this on purpose and you didn't know what to do. Hwasa strut around the stage, nailing the vocals and showing off her playful personality. She then started making her way into the crowd and made a beeline for you. The fans of course all went crazy and Hwasa played with them all before stopping in front of you. She made out like it was all random and she didn't know you. She sang your favourite part of the song to you, holding onto your hand and you wanted so badly to kiss her...but then Hwasa was back on stage and you thought you were safe but no. A sudden dance break was added and Hwasa performed some very hot choreography driving you crazy. When the number finished the other members all appeared and laughed muttering things to Hwasa. "That was on purpose right?" Moonbyul's girlfriend whispered in your ear. Hwasa made eye contact with you and winked making you laugh "totally on purpose". You couldn't even be mad, you were too in awe of the majesty that was your girlfriend Hwasa. Best concert of your life! _______

I’m back with another post for the greatest group in kpop! This girls are so amazing and I love putting more female work out there. I wonder which girl group I should do next? 

[roboticsuccubus83]

Im so sorry my flare…

(This is from the POV of my TSAMS OC, Lauren. I’ll post her design later).

I felt numb.

And it’s not the good kind of numb either. It’s the shock you feel when someone tells you that the cancer is in stage 4 or you picked up the phone just to hear someone in your family died.

But wait. That’s just it. Someone DID die and that someone was Solar.

I was momentarily distracted from my dark thoughts by someone gently unplugging the charging cord from my neck port and tenderly brushing their fingers through my purple locks. They leaned down and I felt the slightest hint of a nuzzling motion.

“Oh…hi Frank…”

My voice came out as a whisper, hoarse from the past hours of crying. My cheeks were stained with dry tears and really…I just looked a mess.

I felt someone else stir in front of me and heard the gentle thrum of star power. The other animatronic nestled into my front and buried their face into my neck. I knew immediately who it was.

“Hello lunamoth…”

“….hi Starshine.”

Frank wrapped his arms around my waist and started nudging my shoulder, clearly wanting me to get out of bed. Lunar meanwhile was like a kitten on their owners lap, protesting every time they moved. Surrounded by warmth, I didn’t want to face the day. I didn’t want to do ANYTHING.

~~~~~

I got up in the end.

As soon as me and two of my partners walked out of my room, we were immediately embraced by some other loves of my life: Sun and Moon.

I also noticed Eclipse in the corner of my eye, sulking like usual -

Once Earth came into the Daycare, I added her in the group hug. We all stayed like that for some time(even Monty and Puppet joined).

After a moment, I wiped my face clean, straightened my skirt, then looked at Moon. “I want to see him.”

“Sunshine, are you-?” Sun was about to object, but I held out a hand.

“Take me to go see Ruin.”

~~~

“I don’t think I can be with you anymore.”

I sat in front of Ruin’s cell, my blue eyes piercing into his multicolored ones. To my surprise, he nodded.

“I expected that my dear Juliet. I do not think I could be with myself either if I had experienced what you and the rest of your new found family had. But I must ask…”

I raised an eyebrow.

“….if you are breaking up with me, then why shouldn’t you break up with Eclipse?”

I blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“Lauren, you are drawn to him, I can see it in your eyes. But ever since he came back, you don’t know what to do with your heart. You cried when Lunar killed him, yet when he acts like his old self, you…well…act like you were when you were first built.”

I stood up to leave, not wanting to hear more. “I think that’s enough. You don’t get to make me feel guilty Ruin.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel guilty dear. I’m just suggesting…maybe it’s time to give up on ever having a relationship with any Eclipse, in any timeline or universe. Even with a nice version of him, your heart will still be shattered in the end.”

~~~

Escorted by Moon, I walked back into the Daycare, my body numb and my eyes glossy with tears. God, was Ruin right? Was any relationship with Eclipse doomed from the beginning?

He squeezed my hand. “You okay?”

I wiped my eyes, sniffing a bit. “I think the word “okay” went out the door ten episodes ago.”

He chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to my temple and leading me to a teleporter, which transported us to his and Sun’s new house.

Once we walked inside, I was greeted by the rest of my partners and their family. Sun kissed my cheek…Lunar hopped into my arms like usual…Frank nuzzled my shoulder…and Eclipse surprisingly squeezed my hand, not saying a word.

I opened my locket that was around my neck at all times, turning out the conversation around me about a potential movie night and pushing Ruin’s words to the back of my mind. Inside the heart were a bunch of pictures, carefully in their own little spot.

After smiling at Killcode, brushing my thumb alongside the Bloodmoon twins, and silently saying goodbye to Ruin, I came across Solar’s picture. He was covered in oil and dirt, but he had a small smile on his face.

I softly pressed the necklace to my lips and silently whispered against it.

“I’m so sorry my flare….”

A tear dropped down my cheek and I smiled sadly.

“I’ll see you again some day…”

<This isnt proofread. Any mistakes are by me.>

/I hope you enjoy my first TSAMS one shot. Drink lots of water, make sure to have a snack, get some rest, and I’ll see you all next time💛💙🧡🩵🖤❤️🩶🤍\

[ratedfleur]

Hey again sorry for flooding your inbox but I was wondering if you could do gf!solar headcanons regarding off days and soft moments?

Thank you!

-🌸 anon

being solar’s girlfriend meant getting pampered by her every minute of the day. she liked taking care of her, a way of showing you that she loved you.

one thing she loved to do was cook meals for you, especially those lunchboxes that you’d take to work and solar would’ve taken much time and care to create such artwork that would’ve made it difficult for you to even devour what she prepared for you.

solar is a sucker for peppering kisses on you whenever she has the opportunity.

she would softly smile at you when she pulled you towards her, softly landing in her arms. solar quickly leans in towards you, lips busy peppering kisses into your skin as you giggled, feeling ticklish under her kisses.

[cheesygroove]

delayed after party part 2

solar x reader. 1k words of angst and facing consequences. yes, continuation is here over a year later! read under the cut. warning: I don't want minors reading my contents. part 1 in this series previous series: midnight celebration - part 1 - part 2

"You both know why you're here."

The security girl fidgeted with her fingers, avoiding looking at you two from her seat near the CEO.

Yes, you knew as soon as you stepped into the meeting room with Solar. Realization poured into you like the rainstorm outside, big windows showing a darkening sky with lightning in the distance. The company got fancier with your hard work; that was the truth. During debut times, you'd be oblivious to the outside climate since it used to be settled in a modest basement. There were no cameras around, too — so upper management was also oblivious to the inside climate. Completely unaware of any mishappenings between Solar and you taking place at the practice rooms.

"For formalities sake, for the record," he said while turning his chair around, remote control in hand to close off the blinds, "let's go over it. From the start. Have a seat, please."

Solar sat down first. You felt an uneasiness crumbling up your throat as you finally acknowledged her presence there. She walked by your side the whole time, yet, since your last kiss, you treated her like a ghost — not looking, avoiding being near. Keeping your head down. You approached it as a way to save your energy to tenfold interact and put on a friendly face once promotions begin.

Was it smart, considering you'd been caught? Probably not, and you could hear Solar going on about it inside your head — "We could've come up with a plan, we could've planned what to say" — but instead it just solidified your current behavior. You wouldn't bear her treating your feelings like a work matter ever again, albeit it being the rational course of action.

Just let me be the selfish one, for once.

"Hey," she called up to you, breaking the silence, saying your name in a lower tone. Solar made an effort to accompany the direction of your gaze, eventually locking both in the same place. "It'll be okay. Come on. Sit down too."

You widened your mouth, "What...?" not understanding a thing. Her tone and her sweet demeanor seemed so foreign. You watched Solar, expecting to find the same old traces of nervousness, regret, and anger, but none of it showed while she calmly poured water on an empty cup and slid it in front of the chair you were supposed to sit on. By her side.

"What the hell, Solar..." you whispered, pulling the chair to sit down. It was hard to keep your eyebrows from frowning when her affection finally came, just when you least expected it. Or wanted it.

The thunderstorm outside was loud but not enough to prevent you from hearing the CEO's frustrated sigh. The papers next to him resembled the contract you signed years ago, but you didn't dare stare at it to confirm.

"There's no use in denying anything here, I must warn you. It was sufficient damage to our trust already that you two hid this from us," he said, eyes going from Solar to you and you-to-Solar nonstop. "To guarantee that, let's hear from the security camera's person. What were your findings, Byulyi?"

She put her hand on her chest as if to defend herself from an accusation, "I-I-I-I didn't find it, I just gave their manager the footage when he demanded it..."

"Ahem, right, you didn't snoop on them. Just say what was on your monitor. What the cameras recorded when these two were alone in the practice room."

"Well, kissing. And arguing. Then, crying." Byulyi spoke with pauses and mouthed a sorry when the CEO diverted his eyes from her to Solar and you.

"We can't afford a crisis just before a comeback. Doing his job, your manager realized the change in behaviour after that one practice session and went after the footage," he explained. "So, save my time here. You're not denying it, are you?"

You gulped. It felt like instinct to deny since, after all, you denied even your own feelings related to her. But the words couldn't come forward this time around.

"No," Solar said with an unshakable ease. "It's true. All of it. And there's more to it than what you saw on camera."

Under the table, Solar grabbed your hand and pressed it. She was scared, you supposed, despite her attitude. Scared you might open up with a different story, ruining whatever cold plan she came up with to save her skin. You could see where that was going; you imagined she wouldn't deny it and would proceed to throw you under the bus.

Would she be wrong, though? You were the only one who cared. Who cultivated pointless feelings. If someone was to blame and suffer the consequences, it probably should be you.

But there's nothing more to it, you thought, and would've said if brave enough to, because you never wanted anything to do with me, Solar.

"Okay, more than that? Are you saying it's a relationship, Yongsun?" the CEO asked. "Even in office jobs you would report this sort of thing to HR, you know. Pff," he scoffed.

"I meant more feelings wise," Solar explained. A single tear rolled down your cheek while your hand felt lighter as your fingers escaped her grip. "Not a relationship. No, I'm too stupid for that. I've just been dragging this situation along and don't deserve to be with her."

He crossed his arms at his chest. "Look, I'm not here to hear your drama. Just tell me what is this that you two have exactly."

You looked at Solar, unexpectedly finding out that she'd been crying in silence just like you.

"We have nothing. I like her and that's all, it's irrelevant if she likes me back or not. Heck, I'm not even sure if she does or not." It seemed like she would say more, but the tears got in the way. Byulyi, who seemingly wanted nothing to do with the situation, appeared to be emotional too.

The CEO was the only one with a dry face.

"You just said it's irrelevant if she likes you back or not. Let's get to the point."

"Yes yes, I'm just reaffirming — she has nothing to do with it. As the leader I should've known better than being so unprofessional. The punishment should be on me and accordingly to what's expected of my position."

"So? You're both adults and I watched the footage. It didn't seem like an one-sided thing as you're painting it to be."

Solar sighed. The tip of her fingers found your hand again and caressed it.

"I'm just saying that —" she stopped to dry her tears "— if you're planning on cancelling our contracts, cancel mine. Only mine."

The surprise, the confession, the sacrifice she'd put herself up for because of you. The overwhelm in emotions made you a bit sick for just thinking the opposite, struggling to find the words to stop Solar from what she was trying to do.

The papers on top of the desk, supposedly your contracts, seemed to be growing in size as the CEO's fingers tapped on them. When his eyes diverted from it to you, you knew there was no need to say anything else.

to be continued...

a/n: y'all, after all this time I'm gonna let you hanging! sorry. for those of you who requested it (you know what), next part will have all of it :3

[synthetickitsune]

[♫ cix - save me, kill me]

❧ solar (mamamoo) // angst

Nothing good ever comes from rushing into something. You’re learning that lesson now that you’re staring into Yongsun’s eyes again. She looks beautiful even through the blur of tears, and you recognize in her teary gaze the equally loving look. You laugh at the absurdity of the situation and move, lean closer. You embrace her and hide your face in her neck while she hugs you tighter, her own face buried in your shoulder. You should’ve known better - and so should’ve she, but that’s life. Stupid and irrational. I’m sorry, she chuckles through the tears. You apologize too, no less at fault than she is. When this all started, you promised to heal each other, but life is one great rollercoaster ride and you’re speeding downhill towards darkness that you can only hope will eventually curl upwards towards the light again. I didn’t mean it, you add, She could never compare to you. You pout, hoping that acting cute will dull the sharp edge of hurt you caused. Of course, she nods, And you’re much better too. The best I had. She’s whispering, and you feel more hot tears soaking your shirt. You start crying again too. Still, you hope one day you’ll wake up and realize that you’re alright now. And you hope Yongsun’s still by your side then. You’re already working hard towards that future, and neither of you is a quitter. You’ll just need to keep hoping.

[tsbs-shipfessions]

I like both sun and solar romantically

Rather based of you to do, I think.

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐬/𝐋𝐚𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 (pt 1)

×A/N×

Hi there!

So- I don't know why or how I got this idea, but it seemed interesting in my mind and I had so much fun while writing this!

I'm going to make a part 2 and even a part 3 of this! Right now I happen to also have many more ideas and scenarios for the characters!

If you find my content disturbing please don't interact with it! Thank you! ^-^

×❢ About my work ❢×

fluff, mention of blood, everybody also has relationship headcanons except Earth, Lunar and Moon, also no proofread, I wrote this instead of sleeping-, they're mostly cuddling and taking care of you :3, fem! Reader

Fandom: The Sun and Moon Show, Earth and Lunar Show

Character(s): Sun, Moon, Eclipse, Lunar, Earth, Solar, You| (Y/N) |The Reader

Ship(s): Sun/Reader, Moon & Reader, Earth & Reader, Solar/Reader, Eclipse/Reader, Lunar & Reader, Earth/Monty (implied)

Form: Headcanons

[The artworks are not mine! The credits go to @//kiwi_artz and @//Ayyy-Imma-Ninja!]

Sun

General:

• Okay, so Sun would be very panicy at the begining, but after some times later, he would handle it very good!

• He is a daycare attendant, right? Although, he mostly works with children, but the important thing is that he knows how to take care of people. Even if you're an adult, he can help you at least a little bit.

• He knows while you're on your period your mood will probably swing back and forth. He totally understands it and won't be upset.

• He'll often go check up on you, bring you pads/tampons, medicine and do his best to keep you comfortable. He'll also scan you, just to make sure that you're really okay.

• If you need something, you just have to say it and he'll get it for you. Want a snack? Let's see what's in the kitchen...

Water? Of course, you have to stay hydrated!

Comfort? He'll make sure of that as best as he can!

• Also also, he'll ask Earth's help to make sure that you're really okay.

Relationship hcs:

• He does literally the same things, but

• He'll offer himself and his cats, if you want to snuggle.

• While cuddling, he will caress your hair and hug you to keep you close to him. Your heartbeat also helps him find out if you're okay or not. And after all of this, it helps him relax!

• The blood isn't disturbing him at all, it's just makes him worried even more. Usually, blood is not a good sign. :)

Moon

General:

• Moon would act more calmly, but behind it, he is nervous

• He can get easily concerned and he's often unsure if he does the right thing to you

• Because of that, he'll ask for Earth's advice and help a lot!

• He's not the best at comfort, but he'll try. He won't do kiss and cuddle, but he will try to make you feel comfortable as best as he can. He'll often scan you instead of just simply ask you if you're okay.

• The closest you can get to cuddling is watching a movie with him. Y'know, i don't think he'll stop his workmaniac ass from work, but to make sure that you're fine, and if you really wanna spend time with him, then he'll stay for a few hours. Mostly he will wait for you until you fall asleep. After that, he'll send Earth or Sun to check up on you.

• Don't worry, he cares, he really does! And he's more than just worried about you! It's just so much happening right now...

Relationship hcs:

Nuh uh, i'm respecting him way too much to write this lmao

Eclipse

• -Eclipse my beloved-

• so, the most realistic scenario is that Eclipse probably wouldn't really care (at least not that much), but the fact is, i'm a fanfic writer lmao :) So lemme just rip apart some canon facts and paste my headcanons into their place. Okay, now we can begin!

General:

• Eclipse is not the best at comforting, and he probably won't just go and snuggle with you. However, he is a great listener!

• If you don't annoy him too much, he'll let you tell your problems and might decide to help you.

• He acts like he wouldn't care, tho ocasionally he will ask you if you're okay or how bad the pain is

• if the pain is that bad, he'll try to get you painkillers.

• If you're at the point where you can't even get up or just feels bad to reach for example a water bottle, if you ask him, then he will probably give you (with a slight eye roll) the thing you asked. Just don't bother him too much.

• We all know that Eclipse can be a lil shit- but if you tell him that you're not in the mood, then he won't tease you or be a jerk. Don't get me wrong, this doesn't mean that he'll be a total sweetheart, but he will understand that now is not a good time.

Relationship hcs:

• Dude, idk how, but you managed to get him into a relationship. Good job 👍

• the blood won't disturb him and he's really calm about it.

• And this may be surprising, but he knows excatly what he has to do. He's really serious about your care too! He seems like that kind of person who doesn't care, but trust me, when it comes to you, he takes his job really seriously.

• He is usually quiet, but if you love to hear his voice, he'll talk more often. You know, just chatting about random things, everything that comes in mind. And actually, he is a great company!

• (Because let's be honest- that deep voice Davis gave him makes me feel something more than just "calmness"-)

• He will stay by your side won't leave you. This is how he can make sure that you're alright or find out easiestly if you aren't well. And like I said, he also gives you company with this!

• if you ask him, he might order you food aswell!

• The closest you get to cuddling? Mostly your head resting on his chest while you gently hugging him. Rarely, big spoon and little spoon — and he's the big spoon.

Earth

General:

• Earth is very kind and caring! Though, she is an animatronic, she knows more about the female body and mentality.

• She usually stays right next to you except if you ask her to give you some privacy, then she will respect your decision and leave or if she has no other choice than leaving, she will still manage to check up on you somehow.

• She is gentliest and supports you all the time! She tries to make you feel comfortable as she can!

• She will order you food (even if you don't ask her) and buy you supplies. She isn't panicking or worried (okay, maybe a little), she knows excatly what to do and she can keep herself calm and steady.

• If it makes you more comfortable, then she'll cuddle with you (and tbh, Monty might will join) with icecreams and/or noodles (or anything else you desire) while watching a movie.

• If the pain is really bad, then she'll consider to call a doctor. But usually she knows what to do.

• In the end, she is really caring!

Lunar

General:

• He'll probably be misunderstood or confused abour your behaviour at the begining so you or Earth may have to explain it to him.

• As he catches up, he will pay more attention to you.

• Earth and Sun will help you the most, however Lunar will do what he can!

• AND i know that probably many of y'alls comfort/kinnie/favourite character of the show is Lunar, so I'll let you cuddle with him! Just don't squish him too much please-

• But seriously, he'll let you hug him and he'll often ask you how you feeling or reassure you that "It's gonna be okay!" and soon you will feel better

• Also, he will probably join to the movie with you and Earth (and Monty) if he isn't busy with training.

Relationship hcs:

...This section makes me uncomfortable-

Solar

• dude, you have no idea how much we miss you...

General:

• Solar is probably the third one beside Sun and Earth who will try to help and take care of you a lot.

• If he's concerned or unsure about something (tho this is rare) he will search up for more information in his head, and try to do his best

• He'll bring you anything you need for comfort

• He will often ask you how bad is it, to know your status. You can't say that he isn't worried, although he looks very relaxed and calm. Probably because he dosn't want to stress you more.

• He will work while he keeps an eye on you.

Relationship hcs:

• I think this twink would be a really great boyfriend like-

• let's start with the snuggling and cuddling

• we knew that he is a workmaniac and bro literally doesn't know what sleeping is

• BUT he may take off some days and spends those times with you

• otherwise, you two will spend the day in the theatre

• Solar usually likes to play with your hair to relax you or steal your attention from the pain OR i can imagine him do big spoon little spoon. And usually he is the big spoon.

• But if you stay at the theatre and if there's nobody, he will let you rest in his lap while he is caressing your hair. But the least he will do is let you rest your head on his shoulder, even if there are some people. Fortunately, the theatre is not a busy place, so you two can cuddle as much as you desire

• I wouldn't say that he's a big kisser, but sometimes he'll land a small kiss on your forehead or on the top of your head.

• It's really important him to make you feel comfortable, and he is more than happy to be that person who makes this possible.

[solar-wing]

⚣ Puppy Love: Sweet and Romantic, but also somehow Murderous ❤️‍🔥

⚣❤️‍🔥 A/N → something I started writing while finishing up Shadowing Nightwing. Is this what I imagine my relationship to be like with Jason on a regular basis...absolutely. Absolutely. Am I somewhat delusional and living in a fantasy world? Also, absolutely, but also, mind your fucking business. anyways...! This was inspired from multiple posts and authors, who I have tagged and hyperlinked. @allllium @maj-b-s Thank you for feeding my obsession—ahem—my therapist will be sending you a bill. tee hee... WARNINGS: 18 + MDNI | College Male Reader | Fluff & Humor | Minor Violence (Implied) | Swearing/Crude Language | Smut | Breathplay | Possessiveness/Jealousy | Everyone wants Y/N's man |

⚣❤️‍🔥 Summary → Meet Jason and Y/N: Gotham’s answer to the ultimate “relationship goals”—if your relationship goals involve an overly protective vigilante with a slight obsession for tearing apart his boyfriend’s scandalous wardrobe (and sometimes his coworkers). Their love story? Equal parts intense, adorable, and absolutely chaotic. Jason’s the growling, brooding protector who’d burn the world for Y/N, while Y/N is the sunshine with just enough sass to keep him in check… well, sometimes.

⚣❤️‍🔥 Word Count → 14.5K

REBLOGS and replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY ❤️‍🔥

If you asked anyone, they might hesitate to admit it outright, but the truth was hard to ignore: people envied Jason and Y/N’s relationship—and who could blame them? From the day those two started dating, they’d been like high-school sweethearts stuck in the honeymoon phase, but with ten times the intensity and none of the restraint. Not to sound bitter or envious—it was just a fact.

They were a painfully adorable couple. Jason was the doting, protective lover, almost to a fault. Sure, it’s a bit of a cliché, but he didn’t exactly help himself with the stark difference in how he treated others versus Y/N. Around everyone else, Jason looked permanently grouchy, as though every conversation he endured was a test of patience he barely passed. His eye-rolls, heavy sighs, and palpable disinterest didn’t go unnoticed; in fact, he made it pretty clear he couldn’t wait to walk away from anyone who wasn’t Y/N.

But the moment Y/N entered the room? Suddenly, Jason had nothing more important in the world. It was almost comical to watch this towering vigilante hang onto every word Y/N said like an overly attached puppy. Actually, that was the perfect way to describe their dynamic: Jason was a huge, lethal teddy bear with a soft spot, and Y/N was the unassuming boyfriend who had no clue how much sway he held over this giant who’d kill for him without hesitation.

Honestly, the best way to describe Y/N was as Jason’s polar opposite. He was social—well, social enough—and that sometimes got on his boyfriend’s nerves, who would’ve preferred to keep Y/N all to himself. It was partly jealousy, partly a possessive urge to monopolize his lover’s attention, but mostly it was Jason’s instinct to shield him from a world that had never been kind to the vigilante. Jason had been hardened by a lifetime of darkness, and he’d go to ridiculous lengths to keep Y/N’s light from dimming.

Not that Jason’s methods were exactly…practical.

“Jason, I get that you want to protect me, but you can’t shield me from everything,” Y/N said, finally sitting his boyfriend down for a much-needed conversation after yet another of Jason’s over-the-top protective stunts. “The only way you could do that would be to wrap me in bubble wrap and lock me away in a cave or something.”

“Trust me, I’ve considered it,” Jason muttered under his breath.

“Excuse me?” Y/N blinked, raising a brow.

“Nothing.”

Despite Y/N’s more social nature, he was everything Jason felt he was missing in life. He was the humor, the hope, the optimism Jason rarely allowed himself. And sure, his optimism came with a sprinkle of sarcasm when he was annoyed, but Jason loved that too. In fact, he was so taken by Y/N that it was nearly an obsession—though, to be fair, obsession was kind of expected from someone like him.

Would a therapist call it codependency or maybe some kind of unhealthy dynamic? Probably. But good luck telling Jason that. He’d likely see it as a personal attack—and let’s just say that if you value your life, you might want to avoid bringing it up. You’ve been warned.

But back to the point: Y/N and Jason’s relationship quickly became the kind that made even Y/N’s friends—most of whom were floundering in the love department—wonder just how he’d managed to snag such a devoted and caring guy. It especially made Jason feel appreciated, loved, and genuinely important to someone the way Y/N would never miss a chance to gush about his vigilante boyfriend to anyone willing to listen, and though he’d never admit it out loud, he secretly loved every second of it.

Though, do exercise a bit (lot) of caution, because once the topic turns to Jason, everyone’s in for a long haul—Y/N could and would talk anyone’s ear off that was willing to listen about how amazing his boyfriend is. Just as Jason was obsessed with Y/N, Y/N was equally smitten with Jason, and honestly? Jason wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Alright, Y/N, spill it! I need every detail about how you landed this guy. Don’t hold out on me—give me the exact prayer, word-for-word, quickly!”

“I—uh—well, I—”

“Come on, Y/N! My pen is drying up, and I’m not getting any younger!” His friend slapped a notepad and pen down in front of him, staring him down like he was about to write out a love spell straight from a witch’s spellbook.

“Girl, I don’t even know. The guy just kinda showed up in my life one day and never left,” Y/N shrugged, half-joking, though it was pretty much the truth.

It had all been by chance—well, kind of. If you could call Jason keeping an eye on Y/N “chance.” In reality, he’d been sort of… lurking, for good reasons (or at least reasons he’d justified to himself). It started one night when Y/N was finishing up his work-study shift at Gotham University. Now, calling an Uber would’ve been the smart, safe choice, especially in a city like Gotham. But he lived just 15 minutes away, and spending money on a five-minute ride? Please. He had a budget to consider.

That was before he found himself cornered in a dark alley by three oversized thugs who smelled like the embodiment of an ashtray mixed with cheap beer, a scent so thick it made his eyes water. The kind of men Gotham bred like weeds—rough, desperate, dangerous. Y/N barely had time to process the situation before one of them shoved him against a cold, brick wall, a knife pressing against his throat. His backpack was snatched and dumped unceremoniously onto the wet alley floor, its contents spilling out for their inspection.

His mind raced, paralyzed with fear and regret. He could practically hear his parents' voices reminding him to be cautious, to make smart choices, to avoid walking alone at night in places like this. Irony stung almost as much as the cold steel against his neck—the “responsible” choice would have been to spend that $15 on an Uber, not gamble his safety for a free walk. 

And was the money he’d save really worth risking his life for? Probably not. But hey, that was Gotham for you—always teaching life lessons the hard way. He braced himself, feeling the icy dread of not knowing if he’d make it out alive. Stories like these didn’t usually end well on the news in this city.

But fate, or something like it, had other plans.

Out of nowhere, a low, gravelly voice sliced through the night. “I’d drop the knife if I were you.”

Y/N didn’t dare turn his head, but he felt the tension shift as the thugs looked up, startled. Standing at the mouth of the alley was a figure who seemed to materialize from the shadows—a tall, broad man clad in black and deep red, with a sleeveless hoodie that revealed muscular arms wrapped in red bandages. A mask and hood concealed majority of his face, glowing red eyes staring down the thugs with an intensity that froze them in place. Strapped across his back were two long katanas, and a utility belt around his waist held holsters that almost certainly contained a pair of guns, adding to his already intimidating presence.

Red Hood.

Y/N had heard of him, of course. Gotham’s resident anti-hero, rumored to have a thing for…creative violence. The vigilante’s imposing size was enough to make anyone feel small; he towered over Y/N, his form carved out of muscle and something darker, something hardened. Even the thugs looked ready to wet themselves, and Y/N could feel the goosebumps rise on his skin as he finally dared to look up.

In less time than it took him to blink, Red Hood had closed the distance, dispatching the thugs with an efficiency that would’ve been impressive if it weren’t so, well, terrifying. Knives clattered to the ground, grunts and thuds filled the air, and Y/N just stood there, frozen like a deer in headlights, half expecting to wake up from a weird stress-induced nightmare.

But this was very real, as proven when Red Hood finally turned to him, and Y/N felt his breath hitch. Up close, the vigilante was even more intimidating—a wall of muscle wrapped in dark red and black, those red eyes glowing with an intensity that made Y/N’s knees wobble. There was no denying it; the guy was terrifying. Yet, for some reason, there was a weird, traitorous voice in the back of his mind whispering, He’s kind of hot, though.

“You alright?” The voice was rough, like gravel scraping across metal, but there was an undertone of concern. Red Hood’s gaze softened just a fraction, almost imperceptible, yet Y/N caught it.

“I—I think so,” he managed, his voice barely more than a whisper. His eyes were wide, and he forced himself not to flinch as Red Hood stepped even closer, the hulking vigilante now looming over him. Up close, he could see the muscles tense beneath the suit, the power radiating off him like heat.

Red Hood’s head tilted slightly, as if assessing him, and Y/N swore he felt like he was being scanned. Which, honestly, was fair. He was some college kid wearing a sweatshirt that said “Gotham U” in block letters, and this guy looked like he wrestled criminals for fun. But instead of feeling like prey, he felt this strange pull, like something was drawing him toward the vigilante. It was probably just adrenaline… or at least, that’s what he told himself.

Red Hood gave a grunt, a sound that could have meant anything from “good to hear” to “I’ll be keeping an eye on you, punk.” But then he leaned down, his helmet casting an ominous shadow over Y/N’s face. “Next time, take the Uber.”

Y/N blinked, the absurdity of the situation hitting him all at once. “Noted,” he replied, deadpan, because honestly, what else could he say?

He should have been scared—terrified, even. But instead, he found himself lingering on every detail: the way Red Hood’s chest rose and fell, the glint of his weapons, the sense of barely restrained danger that rolled off him in waves. And underneath all of that, a strange, quiet thrill that he didn’t quite understand.

Satisfied, Red Hood gave him one last look before he started to turn away, blending back into the shadows. But in a flash of impulsiveness, Y/N called out, “Wait!”

Red Hood stopped, glancing over his shoulder, clearly not used to random civilians asking for an encore. Y/N hesitated, realizing how ridiculous he must have sounded, but the words were already out there, so he figured he might as well keep going.

“Uh… thanks. For, you know, saving me. And also for the life advice,” he added, his voice dripping with awkward humor.

There was a pause—a long, silent pause where Y/N briefly wondered if he’d made a terrible mistake. But then, to his surprise, he thought he saw the faintest tilt of amusement in the way Red Hood shifted his stance. Was that… a chuckle? No, probably not. But he’d like to think so.

Red Hood nodded—a subtle acknowledgment—before disappearing into the night, leaving Y/N alone in the alley with nothing but his scattered belongings and a heart that felt like it was trying to beat its way out of his chest. As he knelt down to gather his things, he couldn’t help but survey the carnage of his soggy notebooks and papers, along with his now-broken laptop and tangled, half-shattered headphones.

He let out a sigh, shaking his head as he picked up a notebook that was more mush than paper. “Well, this is fine,” he muttered, trying to keep his spirits up. “Just a little water damage. Adds character, right?”

Then he spotted his laptop, the screen shattered and a piece of it barely hanging on by a hinge. He laughed, a bitter chuckle that held more disbelief than humor. “Guess it’s one way to force an upgrade,” he murmured, stuffing it back in his backpack like a defeated soldier gathering his gear after a lost battle.

And the headphones? Well, they’d been cheap anyway, held together by more wishful thinking than actual quality. “You were too good for this world,” he whispered dramatically, dropping them into the bag with a resigned sigh.

Despite the state of his belongings, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d just survived something surreal, something that would haunt his dreams and maybe even—dare he say it?—excite him a little.

Unbeknownst to him, from the shadows a few blocks away, Jason eyed him from his hiding spot, a curiosity nagging at him, as if he’d found something worth watching over. He could see Y/N still crouched on the grimy ground, gathering his belongings—soggy notebooks, torn papers, a laptop with a shattered screen. He’d felt a pang of guilt as he watched, a flicker of sympathy mingling with a less-than-pleasant feeling of familiarity knowing all too well what it was like to lose the few things you relied on—to feel like the world had kicked you when you were down.

And while he’d never admit it, maybe a part of him liked that the kid seemed more amused than scared. After all, it wasn’t every day that someone didn’t scream when they saw Red Hood.

Of course, now that they were dating, Y/N was not surprised by the vigilante’s actions after their encounter when he’d come out of his apartment a week later to find a large box sitting on his doorstep with a plain label reading simply, “For You.” 

Inside was an assortment of brand-new school supplies including pristine notebooks in varying colors, a handful of smooth, high-quality pens and highlighters, and even a sleek, expensive laptop that he definitely could not afford on a student budget. Nestled beside it was a pair of high-quality Bluetooth headphones—the kind he’d ogled online but never dreamed of buying. And to top it all off, there was a sturdy, stylish bag to carry everything in.

And while most other people would’ve been slightly concerned at the fact that a random vigilante just happened to know their address after only one meeting where they didn’t even give their name, Y/N on the other hand, was processing the contents of the box with a mix of gratitude, amusement, and a new crush.

And so, their love story began, marked by Jason’s continued (and slightly overprotective) habit of rescuing Y/N from Gotham’s mean streets—even if the college student didn’t always realize he needed saving. Hence the “stalking” mentioned earlier.

Of course, was it technically stalking if it was done out of love and devotion for some random stranger you’d developed a massive crush on but couldn’t quite work up the nerve to talk to directly? Well… yes. Experts would say it’s still stalking. But hey, if those experts ever found themselves in a tight spot, Jason would be conveniently “unavailable” to save them.

Naturally, Y/N couldn’t exactly share the full story of his and Jason’s introduction. For one, his friends would roast him to the ends of the earth for being dumb enough to walk home alone in Gotham at night. He could practically hear their voices now: “Really, Y/N? Alone? At night? In Gotham? Do you not value your own life?” And frankly, he wasn’t about to give them that much material.

Oh, and there was also the tiny detail of Red Hood’s whole secret vigilante identity thing.

So, he went with a slightly edited version of the story, painting Jason as a “helpful stranger” who just happened to show up when Y/N “got lost” and had his bag stolen. And when his friends inevitably asked about the shiny new gear—a nearly $500 bag, top-of-the-line laptop, high-quality headphones, the works—he explained it all as a result of some extra scholarship money and financial aid he’d “saved up.” Sure, splurging on luxury tech and accessories might seem a tad unrealistic, but he’d throw in a line about a “really good sale” and call it a day.

Because as much as Jason’s habit of going overboard with gifts could be a little, well, extra, Y/N wasn’t about to complain. The man was thoughtful in a way few would ever believe, though his affection tended to be wrapped in thick layers of leather, weaponry, and a no-nonsense glare.

Jason loved hard, though he wasn’t quick to show it to just anyone. The guy kept his feelings locked up tighter than a Gotham vault, hardened by a lifetime of broken trust and betrayal. He wasn’t exactly the “wear your heart on your sleeve” type. But every so often, with the right person, he’d crack that tough exterior. And Y/N? Somehow, he’d slipped right through, without even trying.

And okay, could Jason be a little intense? Sure (absolutely). But when a vigilante with a borderline obsessive streak decides he cares about you, well… let’s just say things are bound to get a little out of hand. That’s just the price of having Gotham’s resident anti-hero as your personal guard dog.

Not that Y/N thinks of him quite like that, but it’s kind of funny, considering Jason really does act like a lovesick puppy when it’s just the two of them, his tough exterior melting away—it gave the energy of a Golden Retriever, maybe, or a Siberian Husky with an attitude problem. But the moment anyone else entered the room, his whole vibe transformed. If Y/N was his safe haven, the rest of the world was an enemy camp. He’d switch from doting boyfriend to a blend of German Shepherd, Rottweiler, and Doberman with the attitude and aggressiveness of a Chihuahua on an espresso shot. It was a little terrifying for others but to Y/N? It was just… Jason.

Part of what made their dynamic so unique was how Jason let himself be vulnerable around Y/N, something few people ever got to see. Y/N was his safe space, the person he could trust to see the parts of him he usually kept hidden—the softness, the care, the insecurities he guarded as fiercely as he guarded Gotham’s streets.

Funny enough, Y/N quickly discovered just a few months into dating that Jason’s love language was, without a doubt, physical touch. Why was that funny—and possibly the most ironic thing he’d ever experienced? Because when they first started dating, Jason avoided touch like it was the plague.

It took Y/N a while to notice it, but once he did, it was painfully obvious. Jason had this way of keeping just enough distance, as if he’d drawn a line no one was allowed to cross. At first, Y/N thought it was just Jason’s natural intensity, but over time, he began to see the pattern. Jason was hyper-aware of any physical contact—quick to dodge, tense when someone brushed against him accidentally, even flinching at touches he saw coming. It was like he’d trained himself to see any sort of physical contact as a potential threat.

And it made sense, really, considering Jason’s past and the double life he led—something Y/N only found out about a few months after they started dating. Jason’s body told a story all on its own, each scar and faded bruise marking a chapter of battles fought and enemies conquered. The scars weren’t just skin-deep; they were reminders of a life filled with danger, betrayal, and loss. And Y/N began to understand why Jason had always kept his distance, why he seemed wary of even the gentlest touch. To Jason, vulnerability had always come with a price.

Also, talking about his family was a rare event, and when he did, there was a hesitance, a guarded tone. Y/N knew bits and pieces—enough to understand that while Jason loved his family, there were wounds there too, emotional scars that ran just as deep as the ones on his body. He avoided talking about them, save for the occasional mention of Alfred, the family’s butler. Alfred was the exception, the one person Jason spoke of with nothing but respect and a rare softness. In time, Y/N came to love and appreciate Alfred just as much, seeing how deeply he’d cared for Jason when others hadn’t.

But even with Alfred, Jason’s life had taught him that letting people in, letting people close, meant risking pain. So he’d built walls, high and impenetrable, where touch was a luxury and distance was safety. Yet again, somehow, Y/N had slipped through those walls. Slowly, patiently, he’d helped Jason find comfort in a gentle touch, a warm embrace, and the knowledge that here, with him, there was no danger. Just love.

At first, it was subtle—the occasional shoulder touch, the brief brush of his hand, like Jason was testing the waters. But as he grew more comfortable, his affection started to show in quiet, gentle ways: a hand resting at the small of Y/N’s back, an arm draped protectively around his shoulders, or the way he’d pull Y/N close, as if his presence alone could shield him from the world. Sure, his protectiveness sometimes bordered on overbearing, but Y/N didn’t mind one bit. He’d come to cherish those moments, knowing that each touch, each fierce little act of devotion, was Jason’s own way of saying, I love you.

And before Y/N even realized it, Jason had practically become his shadow, glued to his side like some overly affectionate—albeit slightly brooding—puppy. It was like a switch had flipped, and suddenly, Jason couldn’t go a full five minutes without reaching out to touch him, craving the comfort and reassurance of Y/N’s presence. Jason was always there, one way or another: a hand resting on his neck, fingers tracing along his arm, a warm weight on his thigh, or just… hovering in his orbit like a bodyguard who happened to look at him like he was the best thing in Gotham.

Rarely did a moment pass when they weren’t connected in some physical way. More often than not, Jason would find any excuse to pull Y/N into a full-on cuddle, whether they were on the couch or in bed, as if he was storing up warmth like a battery. And his favorite spot? Laying his head on Y/N’s chest, listening to his heartbeat with his eyes closed, completely at peace as Y/N’s hands ran gently through his hair. For Jason, it was the ultimate comfort, a reminder that he was loved and safe—a rare feeling in his life.

It was endearing, really. Jason might’ve been Gotham’s big bad vigilante, but to Y/N, he was a full-grown man with the energy of a giant, needy puppy, demanding his attention with that silent, intense stare of his. And honestly? Y/N wouldn’t have it any other way.

Of course, Y/N would be lying if he said he didn’t get a kick out of the way Jason would pout and glare at him whenever he stopped rubbing his head or, heaven forbid, dared to refuse his touch. Imagine this six-foot-plus tower of muscle—a guy who could make dudes on steroids look like scrawny sidekicks—staring down his boyfriend with an actual pout because he wasn’t getting his cuddle fix. It was a sight that never failed to make Y/N laugh (not that he’d do it out loud; he valued his life, after all).

Jason could—and would—throw his ire at just about anyone else, often for the smallest of reasons. Anyone not named Y/N was fair game for his mood swings, his infamous scowl, and even the occasional growl. But with Y/N? Well, let’s just say he was spared from the wrath of Gotham’s most intimidating vigilante… unless he denied Jason cuddles or the sacred privilege of his bodily embrace. That, apparently, was the one line Y/N couldn’t cross.

The “punishment” usually lasted, at most, ten minutes. Jason would start by sulking, grumbling under his breath like a child denied dessert, and shooting Y/N the kind of glare usually reserved for Gotham’s worst criminals. Y/N, of course, would hold out as long as he could, but eventually, one of two things would happen. Either he’d cave, sighing as he finally opened his arms to let Jason claim his cuddle rights, listening as Jason mumbled dramatically about how he “should never be denied cuddles” because it was his god-given right, or—if Y/N took too long—Jason would take matters into his own hands.

And by that, it meant Jason would simply scoop him up, plop himself down, and drape his entire, solid weight on top of Y/N like some overgrown cat claiming it's human. There was no escape—Jason’s big arms wrapped around him like an anaconda, pulling him close until Y/N was completely enveloped, pinned down with zero chance of getting away.

Y/N didn’t mind, though. Quite the opposite, actually—it was hot. Sue him.

"Y/N, don’t take this the wrong way but… is your man single?” one of his coworkers asked, giving him a sly grin.

OOP—

GIRL. For your own sake—and for the sake of anyone within a mile radius—tread carefully. That man is as jealous and territorial as his possessive ass vigilante boyfriend, who’s on a level that’s practically legendary. No, seriously; Jason’s jealousy was on a scale that was insane.

Case in point: family game night. Tim had everyone playing this game where you had to come up with a word for each category starting with a randomly chosen letter. Simple enough, right? Well, when “J” was the letter of the round, let’s just say Y/N’s answers weren’t exactly… satisfying to a certain overprotective vigilante.

“Y/N,” Jason hissed, narrowing his eyes, “you’ve got two seconds to explain to me who the hell Jackson is.”

“I had to think of something!” Y/N replied, holding up his hands defensively.

Jason crossed his arms, staring him down. “And what does my name start with, hmm?”

“I—okay, listen, I panicked! I was thinking about Percy Jackson!”

Jason didn’t see it as jealousy—he was just protective, okay? But if his definition of protective happened to mean glaring down anyone who so much as glanced at Y/N, then so be it.

Y/N on the other hand…

Funny enough, Jason actually started complaining because every time he and Y/N went out together, people would give him looks, like they thought Y/N was in mortal danger. And okay, Jason got it—he wasn’t exactly small, or subtle. With his build, his perpetual scowl, and the way he seemed ready to throw down at any given moment, he could understand slightly why people would think the way they’d think. Shit, he’d do the same. But still.

When it got to the point of the cops getting called because the neighbors heard loud noises, grunts, and what they thought were sounds of pain and struggle after seeing a large and intimidating man drag Y/N into his apartment—when, in reality, they were just doing the dirty tango against the kitchen wall—it gets a bit annoying.

But that wasn’t even the real issue Jason had been complaining about. No, what had actually gotten under his skin was how everyone always assumed he was the threat, when in reality, it was Y/N they should’ve been worried about. People just didn’t see it, but Y/N had a dangerous side all his own. Just ask the kid who was dumb enough to try and pull a fast one on Jason by touching and caressing him in public when Y/N had stepped away for a moment.

The moment the college student came back… well, let’s just say things got ugly. Legally, however, Jason couldn’t speak about it. Not because he didn’t want to—oh, he’d love to relive the whole glorious scene—but because Y/N had made him, and his brothers, sign an NDA afterward. Yep, Dick, Tim, Damian, and Jason had to put pen to paper, bound to secrecy about The Incident.

Y/N had handled it with a level of ruthless efficiency that left the whole Bat family in awe. He’d dealt with that poor, clueless kid in a way that was so subtly devastating that even Bruce raised an eyebrow when he found out. Although, truth be told, Bruce wasn’t exactly shocked; he just hadn’t expected someone as sweet as Y/N to be quite so… resourceful.

After that, the whole family understood that, sure, Jason might look like the scary one—but when it came to those he loved, especially when it involved Jason, Y/N was a force to be reckoned with.

Y/N glanced back at his coworker with a slightly distant look before letting out a laugh, shaking his head. “Girl, don’t play.”

Girl—seriously, don’t do it.

Thankfully, she chose common sense and life at that moment, laughing along with him. “You know I’m just kidding! But seriously, where did you find him? The things I’d do just to get a man who looks at me with even half the love as he does with you.”

It was in Y/N’s honest opinion that Jason had to be an angel or some divine gift sent to him from the heavens above. Or God, the Universe, Santa Claus, took mercy on him knowing that kind of unserious trouble he could get himself into. Seriously, it was like his life was written by some dude who strove to put him in the most unthinkable scenarios ever thought of by man.

…

Hold up.

…

Nah…unless?

“But seriously, where do you even find a man like that? ‘Cause the ones out here? Girl, they’re giving ‘bare minimum’ and vibes. God really needs to start restocking the good ones.”

“Where did I find him?” Y/N repeated, smirking as he wiped down the counter. “I don’t know. One day he just showed up, brooding and scary-looking, and now he refuses to leave.”

His coworker rolled her eyes, leaning closer like she was trying to decode some deep secret. “You’re dodging the question. Men like that don’t just show up. Spill the tea.”

Y/N chuckled, shaking his head. “Honestly? If I told you the real story, you wouldn’t believe me.”

And wasn’t that the truth? If he started explaining how Gotham’s most terrifying vigilante had saved him from a mugging, delivered new school supplies like some twisted fairy godmother, and then proceeded to burrow into his life like an oversized, territorial puppy, she’d probably think he was delusional. Or worse, that he was into some bizarre fanfiction-level nonsense. Which, fair.

Before Y/N could add anything else, his phone buzzed on the counter. He glanced at the screen and couldn’t stop the small smile that crept across his face.

Jason: Did you eat yet?

Y/N sighed, typing back a quick Yes, Dad, even though it was a blatant lie. He didn’t need Jason going full hover-boyfriend just because he skipped breakfast.

Fifteen minutes later, though, Jason strolled into the shop like he owned the place, a brown paper bag in hand. Y/N barely had time to react before Jason plopped the bag on the counter, his expression hovering between annoyed and smug.

“Didn’t I just tell you I ate?” Y/N asked, arching an eyebrow.

Jason crossed his arms, his biceps straining his jacket in a way that made his coworker openly gape. “And I didn’t believe you. So here.” He gestured at the bag like it was some great offering, clearly unbothered by the audience they had. “You’re not skipping meals.”

Y/N sighed, opening the bag to find his favorite sandwich neatly packed alongside a container of fruit and—of course—a bottle of water. His coworker, meanwhile, was staring like she was witnessing a rom-com play out in real life.

“You know,” she whispered as Jason stepped back to lean casually against the counter, his watchful gaze flicking between Y/N and the shop’s door, “if you don’t marry this man, I will.”

Y/N snorted, shoving a grape in his mouth. “Yeah, good luck with that.”

In all honesty, Y/N knew the kind of love Jason offered wasn’t for the faint of heart. As previously mentioned, when that man loved, he loved hard—like all-in, no-holds-barred, borderline territorial levels of hard. And he wasn’t just protective—oh no, he was possessive with a capital P when it came to the things he cared about.

What did that mean?

Well...

Considering the kind of life Jason had lived—where the things he loved or that brought him joy were often ripped away in the most brutal, gut-wrenching ways imaginable—it wasn’t exactly a shocker. Jason had become fiercely devoted to guarding what was his, with a vigilance that often toed the line between endearing and slightly terrifying.

It was like an aggressive dog who decided one day that a random shoe was its favorite thing in the world. The kind of resource-guarding where even looking at the shoe too long earned you a deep, guttural growl of warning. Ignore the warning? Well, congratulations, you just donated a finger—or maybe two—to the cause.

If it’s not clear by now, Y/N was the shoe, and Jason was the dog. And when it came to Y/N, anything—or anyone—that so much as hinted at upsetting him, threatening him, or even mildly inconveniencing him would quickly find themselves on the wrong end of Jason’s wrath. It wasn’t a matter of if there’d be hell to pay, but how much. Spoiler: it was always a lot.

So, picture this: Y/N comes home after a long day of morning classes and an equally draining evening shift. On the surface, he looks fine. Totally normal. But what no one knows is that he spent the last twenty minutes sitting in his car, quietly sobbing into a handful of fast-food napkins.

He knew better than to bring those emotions into the apartment, though. Because while most boyfriends would give you a hug and let you vent, Jason would go full vigilante mode. If he even sensed that someone had made Y/N upset, it wouldn’t just be hell to pay—it’d be Gotham-wide carnage. And Y/N, being the thoughtful boyfriend he was, liked to minimize unnecessary casualties.

Armed with tissues, eyedrops, and a firm I’m fine, just tired mantra, Y/N stepped through the door, hoping to slide under Jason’s radar.

Nope. Not happening.

The moment Jason saw him, his expression shifted. Y/N had no clue what gave him away—was it the puffiness? His voice? The way he stood?—but Jason immediately clocked something.

“What’s wrong?” Jason asked, his voice calm, but laced with that dangerous edge that said he was already running through a mental list of suspects who might need a "visit."

Y/N froze, debating his options. He knew better than to lie. Jason would sniff it out in seconds. But he also knew that the moment he opened his mouth, Jason wouldn’t rest until he figured out who—or what—was responsible.

And honestly? That was the kind of energy Y/N both feared and loved about him.

“I just had a stressful day at work, Jason. I’ll be fine,” Y/N said, sidestepping as he tried to make his way past the towering vigilante and towards the bathroom.

But trying to get past Jason when he was in that mode? Easier said than done. It was like trying to walk through a solid brick wall—one that was armed, brooding, and ridiculously muscled. Jason was locked into full protective-boyfriend mode, which meant Y/N wasn’t going anywhere until Jason had the name, address, and probably the social security number of the person who dared to upset him.

Why he needed the social security number? Well, Bruce did teach him to be thorough when handling "cases." And in Jason’s mind, this was no different.

In one smooth move, Jason’s arm shot out, stopping Y/N’s attempt to breeze past him. With two quick steps, Y/N found himself backed against the wall—well, Jason’s chest first, and then the wall behind him. Jason leaned in, his presence overwhelming in the best way possible, his dark, piercing gaze locking onto Y/N’s like a laser. That intense look he gave—the one that said I have no problem keeping you right here until I get answers—made Y/N’s knees weak.

Not that he minded. Let’s be real: Jason’s body, his sheer presence, had always been Y/N’s favorite place to decompress, even if it came with the added pressure of being metaphorically (and sometimes literally) pinned to the hot seat. And honestly? Who could complain about being wrapped up in the arms of a man like Jason. If you wouldn’t feel the same, take your judgment elsewhere.

Jason tilted his head, his voice low and commanding as he leaned in closer. “Talk to me, baby. What happened?”

“It’s nothing,” Y/N muttered, looking away, though his traitorous heart betrayed him by picking up speed. He could feel Jason’s gaze on him, heavy and unwavering. “Just a bad day.”

“That’s not nothing,” Jason replied firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. His arm caged Y/N in further, his body so close that Y/N could feel the heat radiating off him. “Bad days don’t make you cry in your car before coming home.”

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly. Damn it. How does he always know?

Jason leaned even closer, his lips brushing against Y/N’s ear as he whispered, “I’ll ask again. Who made you cry?”

That commanding tone, combined with Jason’s overwhelming presence, had Y/N’s walls crumbling faster than he’d like to admit. “Jason, it’s nothing you need to get involved in. It’s my boss—he’s just been... making things harder than they need to be,” he said, his voice faltering as he tried to downplay the situation.

Jason’s jaw ticked, and his free hand gently cupped Y/N’s chin, tilting his head back so their eyes met. “Details. Now.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment before the frustration, hurt, and exhaustion bubbled over. “He’s cutting my hours—again. And I need those hours, Jason. For rent, for groceries, for school. I’ve tried talking to him, emailing HR, even bringing in a neutral third party, but nothing changes. And today…” He swallowed hard, his voice cracking. “Today, he reduced my schedule to the point where I’ll barely be able to afford ramen next week. And then he called me into his office to give me some bullshit ‘coaching moment’ that was really just him tearing me down in front of everyone.”

Jason’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as Y/N’s words sank in. “What did he say?” His tone was dangerously calm, the kind of calm that meant bad things were about to happen to someone.

Y/N shook his head, his voice breaking as he tried to get the words out. “I—I don’t want to repeat it. It was nasty, Jason. Just nasty.”

Jason’s grip softened immediately, his hand moving to the back of Y/N’s neck as he pulled him into his chest. “Baby, come here,” he murmured, his voice gentler now. Y/N didn’t resist, letting himself melt into Jason’s arms as the tears he’d been holding back all day finally spilled over.

Jason held him tightly, his strong arms a fortress of safety and comfort as he whispered, “It’s okay. I’ve got you. Let it out.”

They stayed like that for a while, Jason eventually guiding Y/N to the couch so they could sit down. He pulled Y/N into his lap, holding him as if to shield him from the world. Y/N buried his face in Jason’s chest, the warmth and strength of his boyfriend grounding him as Jason’s hand gently stroked his back.

After a while, Y/N’s voice broke the silence. “Promise me you won’t do anything rash, Jason. Please.”

Jason’s lips pressed into a thin line, but he nodded. “I promise.”

The next day, Y/N found himself questioning that promise when Jason showed up at his workplace. The vigilante didn’t cause a scene—he didn’t need to. A quiet, private “conversation” with Y/N’s manager in the backroom was all it took. Whatever Jason said, it worked. By the time he left, Y/N’s hours had mysteriously been restored, and his manager couldn’t look him in the eye without stammering.

When Y/N confronted him later, Jason just smirked, pulling him into a kiss. “I didn’t do anything rash,” he said innocently. “I just... clarified some things.”

And honestly? Y/N didn’t even want to know what “clarified” meant.

It was that incident—the one where Jason paid a visit to Y/N’s workplace—when Y/N’s coworkers finally met the infamous boyfriend they’d only ever heard about in passing. Well, passing might’ve been an understatement, considering Y/N used any and every opportunity to talk about his man. At first, the constant mentions of “Jason this” and “Jason that” had been met with teasing eyerolls and mock groans. But after seeing Jason in action, shutting down their tyrant of a manager with one calm but devastating conversation, everyone got it. Completely.

Jason and Y/N quickly became what the group lovingly referred to as the “template” for relationship goals. Y/N didn’t mind the label; he liked that people saw the best parts of their dynamic. What they didn’t see—or couldn’t fully grasp—was the effort and balance behind it all. Jason wasn’t just the tall, brooding vigilante who swooped in to save the day, and Y/N wasn’t just the sweet, supportive boyfriend standing in his shadow. Their relationship was a partnership in every sense of the word, built on mutual protection and care for one another.

It was that incident—the one where Jason paid a visit to Y/N’s workplace—when Y/N’s coworkers finally met the infamous boyfriend they’d only ever heard about in passing. Well, passing might’ve been an understatement, considering Y/N used any and every opportunity to talk about his man. At first, the constant mentions of “Jason this” and “Jason that” had been met with teasing eyerolls and mock groans. But after seeing Jason in action, shutting down their tyrant of a manager with one calm but devastating conversation, everyone got it. Completely.

Jason and Y/N quickly became what the group lovingly referred to as the “template” for relationship goals. Y/N didn’t mind the label; he liked that people saw the best parts of their dynamic. What they didn’t see—or couldn’t fully grasp—was the effort and balance behind it all. Jason wasn’t just the tall, brooding vigilante who swooped in to save the day, and Y/N wasn’t just the sweet, supportive boyfriend standing in his shadow. Their relationship was a partnership in every sense of the word, built on mutual protection and care for one another.

“Y/N, how much is your rent for this place? It’s really nice, and I’m looking for something closer to campus,” his friend asked one day during a study session at his and Jason’s apartment. A few of their classmates had joined, and the group was sprawled out in the living room, surrounded by open textbooks, laptops, and half-empty mugs and cups.

Y/N was about to answer—he really was—but then paused, his face twisting into a look of genuine confusion as he stared off into the distance, like he was searching the recesses of his brain for an answer that just wasn’t there. “Uh… I think $1,100? Maybe? Don’t quote me on that, though. I’m not 100% sure.”

His friends all exchanged baffled looks. “Wait, what do you mean you’re not sure?” one of them asked, narrowing their eyes. “How do you not know your own rent?”

“I do! I just… forgot,” Y/N said with a shrug, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Now they were all staring at him like he’d grown a second head. “Y/N, literally what the fuck? How do you just forget how much you pay in rent? Who forgets that?”

“I don’t know, okay? I knew it when I signed the lease, but every time I try to pay it at the beginning of the month, Jason’s already paid it. Sometimes months in advance! And, I don’t know, after a while, it just stopped being something I thought about.” Y/N gestured vaguely, as if this explanation somehow made perfect sense.

That didn’t stop the dumbfounded stares—or the flicker of envy in more than a few pairs of eyes.

“Wait, wait, wait.” One of his friends held up a hand. “So your boyfriend just pays your rent for you every month—without even asking—and you just… let him?”

Y/N snorted, sitting back on the couch. “First of all, rude. It’s not like I just let him. Trust me, if you were in my shoes, you’d understand that trying to stop Jason from taking care of me is like… I don’t know, trying to explain to someone in a MAGA hat what a cult is and that they’re in one. You’re not winning that battle.”

Can the church get an amen?

Y/N wasn’t lying—not even a little—when he said that trying to stop Jason from taking care of him was an exercise in futility. If anyone dared to tell Jason he was “doing too much” for his boyfriend, congratulations, they’d now joined the prestigious ranks of those “experts” Jason would gladly let fend for themselves in a crisis. When it came to Y/N, Jason handled it all: physically, emotionally, financially—you name it, he was on it like white on rice. And no amount of protesting from Y/N could change that.

And oh, did Y/N protest.

“Jason, did you pay my rent again?” Y/N asked, stepping into the apartment with his wallet still in hand and a clearly exasperated look on his face. He’d just come back from the leasing office, only to find out his balance was already cleared with a sex month advance payment. Again.

His frustration hit a slight pause, though, as he spotted Jason lounging shirtless on the couch—pause for an aroused deep breath—engrossed in what appeared to be an intense game of Mario Kart on his Nintendo Switch. A book Jason had been reading earlier was tossed haphazardly to the side, forgotten in the heat of the Rainbow Road battle.

Jason didn’t even glance up as he responded, “Yeah, I did. Why?” His thumbs moved quickly over the buttons, his face set in that annoyingly sexy, hyper-focused expression that made Y/N momentarily forget why he was upset in the first place.

“Why?” Y/N snapped, pulling himself out of that temporary daze. “Because I told you not to! That’s why!” He stormed over, planting himself squarely in front of the couch, arms crossed and glare locked on his boyfriend. “Jason, we’ve talked about this. I can handle my own rent.”

Jason sighed, finally pausing his game. He leaned back against the couch with an air of deliberate calm, setting the joy-con controllers aside. “I know you can,” he said, his voice smooth and measured in a way that made Y/N’s resolve falter. Jason’s eyes flicked up to meet his, dark and steady, pinning Y/N in place. “But here’s the thing, babe—you don’t have to.”

“That’s not the point,” Y/N shot back, his voice wavering slightly as Jason stretched lazily, his arms going behind his head in a way that made the muscles in his chest and shoulders flex. Unfair. He was doing this on purpose.

“Isn’t it, though?” Jason’s lips curved into a slow, smug smirk. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and Y/N’s breath hitched as the intensity of his gaze locked onto him. “Taking care of you isn’t optional for me. It’s my job. Whether it’s paying the rent, making sure you eat, or keeping your gorgeous ass out of trouble, that’s mine to handle.”

Y/N’s cheeks burned as he tried to maintain his glare, but it was a losing battle. “Jason,” he said firmly, though the quiver in his voice betrayed him, “you can’t just decide these things without asking me.”

Jason tilted his head, studying him in a way that felt equal parts tender and possessive. “Sure I can,” he said smoothly, reaching out to hook his fingers lightly around Y/N’s wrist, tugging him forward until he was standing between Jason’s knees. “You can handle yourself—I know that. But you don’t need to. Not when I’m here.”

Y/N opened his mouth to protest, but Jason tugged him down into his lap, wrapping an arm around his waist to hold him close. His free hand slid to the back of Y/N’s neck, his thumb brushing against the skin there in a way that made Y/N’s heart race.

“Tell me,” Jason murmured, his voice low and commanding, “why should I let you stress over something I can fix? Hmm?”

Y/N bit his lip, trying to muster the strength to argue, but Jason’s tone, his touch, the sheer weight of his presence—it all left him scrambling for words. He hated how easily Jason could reduce him to this flustered mess, and he really hated how much he secretly loved it.

“You’re impossible,” he finally muttered, dropping his head against Jason’s shoulder, his voice soft and defeated.

“And you love me for it,” Jason murmured against his ear, his smirk practically audible.

Y/N groaned but didn’t pull away, his fingers curling against Jason’s chest. “This conversation isn’t over,” he mumbled, though even he didn’t sound convinced.

“Sure, babe. Whatever you say,” Jason replied, leaning back with Y/N still in his lap, his grip firm and unyielding. He reached for his Switch with his free hand, resuming his game like he hadn’t just completely derailed the argument and walked away victorious.

And as much as Y/N wanted to be mad, he couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at his lips. Damn it. He really did love him for it. The student didn’t need to say how much he appreciated the weight of Jason’s steady presence; Jason didn’t need to hear it to know. And while Y/N would keep fighting to hold his own ground, there was a part of him—an unspoken, undeniable part—that found comfort in letting Jason hold the world at bay for him.

Their domestic life was a careful dance of their unspoken dynamic, with Jason ensuring their world was secure and steady, while Y/N kept their home—and Jason—centered and whole. Their roles played out naturally, shaped by who they were as individuals. Jason made sure the outside world couldn’t touch Y/N, taking care of the big things, the dangerous things that he’d never let his boyfriend come within a mile of. His presence was a shield, and his devotion ran so deep that sometimes it felt like he’d lay the world at Y/N’s feet if it meant seeing him happy.

Y/N swears there was one time he cracked a joke about wanting to live out his “soft boi” aesthetic—because, obviously, the ‘i’ made it edgier—and Jason, without missing a beat, ran with it without ever looking back.

But Y/N? He was the one who kept their world turning smoothly, the quiet, grounding presence that made sure Jason had a place to fall apart when life became too much. Whether it was stocking the kitchen with Jason’s favorite snacks or simply sitting with him on the couch after a rough patrol, Y/N created the kind of space Jason didn’t even realize he needed—safe, steady, and entirely his.

That balance extended to the little things too. Jason liked to cook when he had the time, his meals always hearty, protein-packed “fuel” designed to keep them going. Y/N, on the other hand, was the one who brought warmth to the table, sneaking in something sweet or comforting—even if it meant slipping vegetables into Jason’s plate, much to his dramatic protests.

“Because it’s pesto,” Y/N replied innocently, grinning as he leaned against the counter. “Don’t act like you’re too good for spinach.”

Jason grumbled something under his breath—something about how spinach was a lie—but ate every bite, proving once again that Y/N knew exactly how to play him.

And then there were the quieter moments—the ones that reminded them both why they worked so well together. Nights spent curled up on the couch, Jason sprawled out with his head resting in Y/N’s lap, his fingers absently tracing patterns along Y/N’s thigh. Y/N would run his fingers through Jason’s hair, the simple, soothing gesture melting away the tension that Jason carried like a second skin. Sometimes they’d talk—about Jason’s patrols, Y/N’s classes, or random nonsense that didn’t matter. Other times, they simply existed together, the quiet hum of their apartment a welcome reprieve from the chaos of the world outside.

But even Y/N, the softer half of their partnership, had his limits when it came to anyone crossing a line with Jason. Like the time a journalist ambushed Jason at a charity event, spouting thinly veiled accusations about his past. Jason had been moments away from snapping, his fists clenching at his sides, when Y/N calmly stepped in.

“If you don’t have something constructive to say,” Y/N said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, “then I suggest you find someone else to bother.”

The journalist, thrown off by Y/N’s tone—gentle but edged like a blade—backed off almost immediately. Jason hadn’t said a word about it afterward, but later that night, when they were home, he’d kissed Y/N’s temple and murmured a quiet, “Thank you.”

Y/N was never afraid to step in for Jason when he needed him to, even if Jason wouldn’t—or couldn’t—outwardly ask for it. And the fact that Jason didn’t have to ask made it all the more meaningful for the vigilante. Y/N always seemed to know when to intervene, especially in moments when Jason couldn’t advocate for himself—particularly when it came to Bruce.

It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Jason had come home late that night, his steps heavy, his shoulders slumped in a way that told Y/N everything he needed to know before Jason even said a word. Gotham’s chaos could wear Jason down, but this kind of defeated air? That was Bruce’s handiwork.

Y/N didn’t push right away. He let Jason slip into the apartment, kick off his boots, and collapse onto the couch without a word. Jason sat there, his hands hanging limply between his knees, staring blankly at the floor like he was stuck in some internal tug-of-war. Y/N sat beside him, his hand lightly brushing Jason’s shoulder before resting on his thigh—a grounding touch.

“What happened?” Y/N asked softly.

Jason’s jaw tightened, and he exhaled sharply through his nose. “It’s Bruce,” he said after a long pause, his voice raw. “We were handling this case—a trafficking ring. I had it handled, Y/N. I had it. But he pulled the plug on the whole thing because it didn’t fit his goddamn code.” His fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. “There were kids involved, and he still chose the ‘moral high ground’ over what needed to be done. And then—” Jason’s voice broke, and he shook his head, his frustration giving way to something more fragile. “He looked at me like I was the problem. Like I was… too much again. Like I’m always too much.”

Y/N’s heart clenched as he took in the words, the quiet ache that laced Jason’s tone. It wasn’t just the case or Bruce’s stubbornness that hurt him—it was the way Bruce always seemed to find a way to make Jason feel like he’d never be enough, no matter what he did.

Y/N leaned in, his hand sliding up to the back of Jason’s neck, fingers gently massaging the tension there. “You’re not too much, Jay,” he murmured, his voice steady. “Not for me. Not for anyone who actually knows you.”

Jason didn’t respond, but the way he leaned into Y/N’s touch, his head bowing slightly, said more than words ever could.

An hour later, when a knock came at the door, Y/N didn’t need to guess who it was. He stood, sighing as Jason stayed where he was on the couch, visibly tensing at the sound. Y/N opened the door to find Bruce standing there, in some more casual wear (if you could ever call Bruce’s “old money” aesthetic casual), his expression as unreadable as ever.

“Y/N,” Bruce greeted, his tone clipped. “I need to speak with Jason.”

Y/N didn’t move, his hand braced casually against the doorframe. “No, you don’t.”

Bruce blinked, clearly unused to being told no—and even less accustomed to hearing it so decisively. “It’s important.”

“Is someone dead or currently dying?”

The blunt, and sarcastic tone of his words, while it didn’t visually throw the billionaire off, Y/N could see Bruce was surprised by his tone. He didn’t know how, but he clocked the shift in his demeanor. Maybe he was picking up some skills from his boyfriend after all.

“No, but–”

“Then, it can wait,” Y/N said, his tone edge with a finality that left no room for question or pushback.  “He just came home, and I don’t think he needs you piling on more stress right now. Whatever you’ve got to say can wait.”

Bruce’s lips pressed into a thin line. “This isn’t about stress. It’s about his actions tonight. He—”

“—did what he thought was right,” Y/N interrupted, his voice sharpening just slightly. “And from what he told me, he was right. You’re the one who undermined him and made him feel like he was a problem.”

Bruce opened his mouth to respond, but Y/N stepped out into the hallway, lowering his voice but not his resolve. “Look, Mr. Wayne, I get that you care about him in your own… specific way. But if you want to keep him in your life, maybe stop treating him like he’s the black sheep who’ll never measure up to your perfect little code. Because right now? You’re the only one who can make him feel like this, and that’s not the kind of impact someone who ‘cares’ should have.”

Bruce’s face didn’t betray much, but Y/N caught the faint flicker of something—guilt, maybe—in his eyes. Still, he didn’t budge. “This conversation isn’t over.”

“No,” Y/N said calmly, stepping back into the apartment and beginning to close the door. “But it is for tonight. Goodnight, Mr. Wayne.”

With that, he shut the door, turning back to see Jason watching him from the couch, his expression somewhere between awe and disbelief.

“Did you really just tell Bruce Wayne to go home?” Jason asked, his lips twitching like he couldn’t decide whether to smirk or shake his head.

“Damn right I did,” Y/N replied, crossing his arms with a small, satisfied huff. “And I’d do it again.”

Jason let out a low chuckle, his hand brushing through his hair as he leaned back against the couch. “You’ve got some nerve, you know that?”

“Please,” Y/N shot back with a roll of his eyes. “You act like it’s a big deal. Someone had to say it, and we both know you weren’t going to.” He paused, watching Jason closely, his eyes narrowing slightly. “And speaking of things you aren’t doing…”

Jason raised an eyebrow, his interest visibly piqued. “Oh? Do tell.”

Y/N leaned forward, tapping Jason’s knee with mock seriousness. “First, you’re going to get off this couch, because moping is not a good look for you. Then, you’re going to help me put away the laundry because I’ve been doing it all day while you were out being Mr. Broody Vigilante. And after that? You’re going to make us both something to eat, because I’m starving and I’m not lifting a finger tonight. You’ve got work to do, big guy.”

Jason blinked, his lips parting slightly in surprise before his expression shifted into something darker, sharper. He cocked his head, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, really?” he drawled, his tone low and deliberate as he sat up straighter. “That’s how it’s gonna be, huh?”

Y/N’s pulse quickened, but he held his ground, leveling Jason with his best faux-bossy glare. “That’s exactly how it’s gonna be. So, get moving, Todd.”

Jason was on his feet before Y/N could blink, towering over him with that quiet, commanding energy that always sent a thrill down his spine. He didn’t say a word at first, just leaned down slightly, his eyes locked on Y/N’s like a predator sizing up its prey.

“You think you’re in charge now?” Jason asked softly, his voice deceptively calm. His hand brushed against Y/N’s jaw, his thumb tracing the curve of his cheek with deliberate slowness. “That’s cute.”

Y/N swallowed hard, refusing to back down even as Jason’s presence enveloped him. “Not cute,” he retorted, his voice wavering just slightly. “Efficient.”

Jason’s smirk widened, and in one swift motion, he scooped Y/N up from the couch, earning a startled yelp that quickly turned into laughter. “Efficient, huh?” Jason murmured, his lips brushing against Y/N’s ear as he carried him toward the bedroom. “Let’s see how efficient you are at following orders, then. Because we both know who calls the shots here, don’t we?”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, his breath hitching as Jason pinned him with that intense, unrelenting gaze. “Jason…” he started, but his boyfriend was already laying him down on the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, the weight of his presence impossible to ignore.

“You wanted me to focus on something else,” Jason murmured, leaning over him, his hands braced on either side of Y/N’s head. “Congratulations, sweetheart. You’ve got my full attention now.”

And just like that, Y/N’s carefully constructed plan to distract Jason had backfired spectacularly—not that he was complaining. If there was one thing Jason was good at, it was reminding him exactly who was in charge.

“Alright, Y/N. Truth or Dare,” his best friend asked, a mischievous glint in his eye as the group sat around in a circle during their weekly de-stresser game night. Of course, their version of game night had taken a more explicit turn—totally par for the course with this group.

“Um… truth,” Y/N said hesitantly, already sensing trouble.

“Oh, perfect,” Seth said, rubbing his hands together like a cartoon villain. “Alright, Mr. L/N, the time has come for you to reveal your truth. Are you a bossy power bottom or a slutty, submissive one?”

The room erupted into a mix of laughter and gasps, with a couple of dramatic “oh my God” reactions thrown in for good measure. Y/N’s eyes went wide, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as he tried to form words. Before he could even start to defend himself, someone else chimed in.

“Bro, seriously? What kind of question is that?”

Y/N immediately felt a wave of relief wash over him. “Thank you—finally, someone gets it—”

But then came the follow-up.

“We all know there’s not a dominant bone in his body. If anything, it’s giving brat who likes to be put in his place.”

The room fell silent for half a beat before laughter exploded all around him, punctuated by a few dramatic “damn”s and someone nearly choking on their drink.

Y/N blinked, his brain short-circuiting as the betrayal sank in. “Excuse me?!” he finally managed, his voice high-pitched and offended as he pointed an accusing finger at the culprit.

“I dare you to try and tell me I’m lying,” His friend challenged him with a raised eyebrow. And when Y/N couldn’t formulate a defense for himself, his friend nodded his head knowingly, “Exactly as I thought.”

Because was he actually lying?

“I dare you to tell me I’m wrong,” his friend challenged, one eyebrow arched and a smug smirk tugging at their lips.

Y/N opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out—just the faintest stutter of indignation as his brain scrambled for a defense that simply didn’t exist.

His friend nodded knowingly, leaning back with a triumphant grin. “Exactly what I thought.”

Because, honestly… were they even wrong?

Frankly, if you looked at their relationship as a whole, was it really that surprising?

Jason, in a nutshell, was all rough edges and a protective streak that could rival Fort Knox, but with a kind of intimacy that Y/N never saw coming. It was whiplash in the best way possible. One minute, he was Gotham’s most intimidating vigilante, and the next, he was softly murmuring sweet nothings while holding Y/N like he was the most fragile, precious thing on the planet. Y/N had once joked that Jason was like a human light switch—rough and dominant one moment, soft and needy the next. Now? It was just something he accepted… and secretly loved.

Because the roughness Jason brought into their bed was never just about dominance—it was about claiming. There were nights when Jason would grip Y/N’s hips like he was staking his territory, growling low in his ear as he worked Y/N’s body to the point of trembling. If Jason was feeling particularly territorial—or, as Y/N liked to put it, “possessive alpha wolf mode”—restraints were almost a guarantee. Y/N would be left tied up, squirming and gasping as Jason moved with a kind of intensity that left no room for doubt about who was in control.

And then, like clockwork, came the switch.

Imagine this: a six-foot-something mass of pure muscle and testosterone, who’d just spent the last hour absolutely wrecking Y/N—legs shaking, throat raw from moans that could probably be heard two apartments over—suddenly curling up beside him like the world’s biggest teddy bear. Jason would go from rough, grunting dominance, a man on a mission to leave Y/N marked and molded for days, to nuzzling into Y/N’s neck with soft kisses and quietly demanding to be held like he was the one who’d been put through the wringer.

It was absurd. Completely and utterly absurd. And Y/N? He let it happen every single time. No wonder Jason was so spoiled in their relationship.

What else was he supposed to do when Jason left him in a post-fuck haze so blissed out he couldn’t even remember what year it was? By the time Jason would return from cleaning him up, soft praise slipping from his lips as he gently wiped Y/N down, the fight had already left him. And honestly? Who was Y/N kidding—he didn’t want to fight it. Not when Jason would tuck him against his broad chest like they hadn’t just committed sins the mattress might never recover from.

But here was the kicker: for all the dominance Jason brought into their dynamic, Y/N knew the man craved the quiet moments afterward just as much—if not more. Those moments when Y/N’s hands would slide up into Jason’s hair, gently massaging his scalp, or trace over the faded scars on his chest like they were the most fascinating pieces of art. Jason wouldn’t say much—he didn’t need to. The way he sighed into Y/N’s touch, letting himself completely relax, said everything.

It was a ridiculous dance of give and take: Jason would obliterate Y/N’s body with enough intensity to leave him rethinking all his life choices, only to turn into the world’s biggest cuddle bug immediately after, soaking up every ounce of affection Y/N could give him. And as much as Y/N liked to complain about the whiplash, the truth was that he wouldn’t change a single thing about it.

Because as much as Jason loved being the one in control, Y/N had him wrapped around his finger the moment his fingers slid into Jason’s hair, soothing away the world like only he could. It was a balance only they understood, and it worked in ways no one else could ever pull off.

But it wasn’t just in the bedroom where Jason’s attention shined. Y/N would often catch Jason’s gaze lingering at the most random moments, his blue-green eyes shamelessly raking over him like he was a five-course meal and Jason hadn’t eaten in weeks. Whether it was Y/N lounging around in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, running errands in shorts that rode up just a little too high, or even bundled up in the most unflattering hoodie he owned, Jason’s carnal desire never wavered. If anything, it intensified as their relationship deepened.

Jason didn’t even bother hiding it anymore. Y/N had long stopped being surprised by the firm smack on his ass whenever Jason walked by, followed by the satisfied grin his boyfriend would flash as if to say, Mine.

“Jason!” Y/N would shriek every time, a startled jump or yelp accompanying his protests. But the man never looked the least bit guilty. If anything, he’d double down, grabbing a handful and muttering something along the lines of, “Couldn’t help it,” or, “You’re teasing me.”

The truth? Jason had rules—categories, if you will—when it came to Y/N’s wardrobe. There were outfits Y/N could wear in public, outfits strictly for lounging at home, and then there were the "home only" outfits. And no, "home only" didn’t mean cute loungewear. It was a polite way of saying, for Jason’s eyes only.

“Babe, you’re not wearing that outside,” Jason had said once, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway as Y/N attempted to leave for the gym.

“It’s just a pair of shorts!” Y/N protested, gesturing down at the admittedly form-fitting gym wear that showcased his thighs just a little too well.

“Exactly,” Jason replied, his eyes narrowing. “Those are home shorts. You’re not walking into a gym full of thirsty people in that.”

“Jason, you’re being ridiculous,” Y/N huffed, crossing his arms.

“Maybe,” Jason said with a shrug, stepping forward to wrap his arms around Y/N’s waist. He leaned in, lips brushing against Y/N’s ear as he added in a low voice, “But that doesn’t change anything, now go change..”

And that was that. Jason had an uncanny ability to make his tone very rigid and unyielding, leaving no room for argument which would have Y/N’s protests dying on his lips every time.

Then, there were the outfits Y/N didn’t even get to leave the house in—because they didn’t survive Jason. It had become a running joke between them, the sheer number of shirts, pants, and underwear Jason had destroyed in fits of possessive frustration. If something hugged Y/N’s figure a little too well, Jason didn’t bother holding back. Many an innocent shirt had been ripped clean down the middle, casualties of Jason giving in to his urges.

“Do you have any idea how much you cost me in clothes?” Y/N had grumbled once as Jason stood over him, shirtless and smirking like the devil himself.

Jason had only shrugged, pulling Y/N into his lap. “Then stop wearing stuff that teases me,” he murmured, his lips trailing along Y/N’s neck. “Or don’t. Gives me an excuse to buy you more.”

And buy he did. But let’s be real—certain clothes never lasted long in their relationship. Case in point? The time Y/N ordered a pair of shorts he’d been eyeing for weeks, fully aware that Jason would raise an eyebrow so high it’d disappear into his hairline. Still, in a moment of fuck it impulse, Y/N clicked "add to cart," setting the stage for the chaos to follow.

When the package arrived, Y/N pushed the door open with a huff, struggling to balance the various bags and boxes in his arms as he shuffled into the apartment. “Jason, can you help me?” he called, his voice slightly muffled as he tried not to drop anything.

Jason, sprawled on the couch and scrolling through his phone, glanced up. His eyebrows rose at the sight of his boyfriend buried beneath a mountain of shopping bags. “More clothes?” he asked, standing up and strolling over with a teasing smirk.

“Yes, more clothes,” Y/N shot back, setting his haul down on the kitchen counter. “You know, since someone has a habit of destroying half my wardrobe.”

Jason shrugged, entirely unbothered. “What can I say? Some of them deserved it.”

Rolling his eyes, Y/N began unpacking his bags, pulling out folded shirts, joggers, and a few items that were more… adventurous. As Jason retreated back to the couch, Y/N grabbed one of his new purchases and headed to the bathroom to try it on.

A few minutes later, Y/N emerged, ready to test the waters. He stepped into the living room, his expression smug as he strolled in wearing a pair of black shorts that barely qualified as clothing. The sheer mesh fabric, paired with slits running up the sides, left little—if anything—to the imagination.

Jason glanced up, and his relaxed posture evaporated. His gaze sharpened, his smirk vanishing as his eyes darkened with a possessive glint. “Those,” he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble, “are not leaving this apartment.”

Y/N paused, glancing at Jason’s expression before looking down to examine the shorts. “What? These? Oh, come on, they’re gym shorts,” he said, smoothing the fabric over his thighs. “I can’t wait to test them out during leg day.”

Jason’s jaw ticked, his gaze locked on Y/N like a predator sizing up its prey. “You’re not wearing those to the gym.”

“Jason, don’t start,” Y/N said, stepping closer to the couch—his first mistake. Paired with the loose, cropped tank he was wearing, the look was downright scandalous. He twirled around playfully, flashing a cheeky grin. “See? They’re nice. Functional.”

Jason didn’t reply. He just sat there, arms crossed, his eyes narrowing as Y/N paraded around, pushing the limits. The tension between them was palpable, thickening with every second that Jason didn’t speak. And when Y/N cocked a hip and teased, “What? Don’t like them?”—that was the final straw.

Jason moved so fast Y/N barely registered it. In one fluid motion, he reached out, grabbing the shorts by one of the side slits and yanking hard. The fabric tore with a sharp rip, leaving Y/N stumbling forward with a gasp.

“Jason!” Y/N yelped, his voice equal parts indignation and shock. But before he could gather himself, Jason leaned back on the couch, effortlessly pulling Y/N into his lap. His hands gripped Y/N’s waist, holding him firmly in place as his legs were spread across Jason’s thighs.

“These,” Jason growled, his hands sliding down to Y/N’s exposed skin, “are home-only shorts. Got it?”

Y/N squirmed, pressing his hands against Jason’s chest in a weak attempt to push away. “Jason, you can’t just—”

Another sharp rip interrupted him as Jason’s rough fingers tore at the other slit, leaving the shorts hanging on by mere threads. Y/N gasped, heat rushing to his face as Jason’s hands roamed possessively, smoothing over his bare thighs with deliberate, firm strokes.

“What did I say?” Jason questioned, his voice a dangerous whisper that sent shivers down Y/N’s spine. “These are for my eyes only.”

Y/N’s protests dissolved into breathy whines as Jason’s hands tightened around his waist, pulling him closer. A sharp smack landed on Y/N’s rear, drawing a startled yelp, followed by another that left him gripping Jason’s shoulders for balance.

“Stop squirming,” Jason ordered, his tone firm and commanding as he leaned in, his face inches from Y/N’s. His dark gaze pinned Y/N in place as one hand slid to the back of his neck. “You know how this works, sweetheart. You push, I push back.”

Y/N bit his lip, his glare faltering under Jason’s intense stare. At some point, the defiance melted into submission, and their lips collided in a heated, desperate kiss. Jason’s hands never left Y/N’s body, gripping, claiming, and asserting dominance with every touch.

Before Y/N knew it, he was on his knees, Jason standing over him with his pants tugged low enough to reveal just how demanding he was. Y/N didn’t fight it—instead, he leaned into Jason’s command, eager to please the man who had thoroughly dismantled every ounce of his bravado.

By the end of it, Y/N was back on Jason’s lap, legs spread on either side as his body trembled with it being moved roughly up and down on the vigilante’s manhood, his own throbbing hardness rubbing against his boyfriend’s abs as Jason held him close. The only piece of clothing left between them were the shredded remains of the mesh shorts clinging to Y/N’s hips—barely.

Of course, Jason had to replace them with not one, but three new pairs after the fact. But he made it very clear they’d all meet the same fate if Y/N ever dared to wear them outside the apartment.

Did Y/N listen? Absolutely not. Because, let’s be real—he loved pissing Jason off. And honestly? Maybe the whole “brat who likes to be put in his place” thing wasn’t so far off after all.

And, of course, Jason wasn’t the only one who knew how to push buttons. He had his own arsenal of outfits that drove Y/N wild, and he wielded them with precision. Whether it was his compression gear that clung to his chest and arms in ways that made Y/N’s mouth go dry, or his Red Hood attire that practically screamed dominance, Jason loved to see the effect his clothing—or lack thereof—had on Y/N.

“You’re staring,” Jason had teased once, pulling his hoodie over his compression top in the middle of the gym.

Y/N, flustered and blatantly ogling, had tried to recover with a weak, “No, I wasn’t.”

Jason had chuckled, leaning in just enough to murmur, “You were. And I liked it.”

But the real chaos came in the bedroom. Jason, ever the tease, would sometimes refuse to take off his compression shirt or Red Hood pants during sex, fully aware of the primal side it brought out in Y/N.

“Stop, don’t take it off,” Y/N had panted once, his fingers gripping the slick, tight material as Jason tried to pull it over his head. “Leave it on.”

Jason had smirked, leaning down to kiss Y/N’s neck as he growled, “Anything you want, sweetheart.” He knew exactly what he was doing, letting Y/N’s hands wander over the material, the added friction driving him crazy in the best way.

Jason loved pulling that raw, uninhibited side out of Y/N. It was a side only he got to see, and he relished every second of it. Because while Jason loved being the one in control, he also loved seeing Y/N completely undone, lost in the moment with him.

It was, perhaps, a side effect of Jason’s deeply ingrained dominant nature—his unrelenting need to maintain a sense of control over his surroundings and the people within them. Did that mean he saw Y/N as something to control? Absolutely not. But Jason would be the first to admit that the urge to assert himself surfaced now and then. Fortunately, he had found a way to channel it into something far more productive, releasing it in moments of intimacy where it was not only welcomed but eagerly reciprocated.

And those moments of intimacy? They weren’t confined to the bedroom. Jason’s possessiveness bled into every aspect of their lives, a steady undercurrent to the way he loved. His need for control stemmed from a life filled with chaos, and Y/N understood that better than anyone. Whether it was the firm weight of Jason’s hand resting on the back of his neck during a particularly heated moment, or the low, growling reminders of exactly who Y/N belonged to, Jason’s message was always clear: he didn’t just love Y/N—he claimed him, body and soul.

Jason didn’t say much when Y/N walked into their apartment wearing the oversized hoodie. It was one of Jason’s, slightly frayed at the cuffs and just loose enough to drown Y/N’s smaller frame. The sight alone had Jason's lips twitching upward, his ego swelling with unspoken pride. There was something about Y/N wearing his clothes, especially in public, that hit Jason in a way he couldn’t describe. It wasn’t just the visual—it was the claim it represented, the quiet acknowledgment that Y/N was his, and he didn’t even need to say it out loud for the world to know.

“Isn’t this your hoodie?” Y/N asked casually, dropping his bag onto the floor as he walked past Jason toward the kitchen. He sounded innocent, completely unaware of the fire he’d just stoked. “I borrowed it to wear on campus today. It’s so comfy.”

Jason didn’t respond right away, his gaze trailing after Y/N like a predator tracking its prey. He could see how the fabric clung to Y/N’s shoulders and chest, the way the hem barely grazed the tops of his thighs. It was maddening. He let out a slow, measured breath, leaning back into the couch. “Yeah, sweetheart. It’s mine,” Jason finally said, his voice low but even.

Y/N hummed a little as he rummaged through the fridge. “Well, don’t expect to see it for a while. I’m keeping it.”

Jason’s jaw ticked, his fingers tapping against the armrest of the couch. You’re keeping it, huh? The possessive part of his brain whispered promises of retribution, even as he outwardly played it cool. He waited, biding his time.

Later that night, Jason made his move.

Y/N barely had a chance to react before he found himself pinned beneath Jason on the mattress, the hoodie in question already shoved halfway up his torso. Jason’s massive frame hovered over him, his green-blue eyes blazing with a mix of heat and unrestrained hunger.

“You wore my hoodie,” Jason murmured, his voice husky and low, each word dripping with an intensity that sent a shiver down Y/N’s spine.

“Yeah,” Y/N managed to reply, his voice breathless as Jason’s hands slid beneath the fabric, rough palms grazing over his bare skin. “I… I didn’t think you’d mind.”

Jason smirked, leaning down until his lips brushed against Y/N’s ear. “I don’t mind, sweetheart,” he whispered. “In fact, I like it. But you should’ve known what that would do to me.”

Before Y/N could respond, Jason’s lips captured his in a searing kiss, stealing the air from his lungs. The hoodie bunched awkwardly around Y/N’s chest as Jason adjusted their positions, one hand pinning Y/N’s wrists above his head while the other roamed freely, kneading his thighs and gripping his waist.

Jason moved slowly at first, rocking his hips in a deliberate rhythm that had Y/N arching up into him. The friction of the hoodie’s fabric against their heated skin was intoxicating, Jason’s voice dropping into a growl as he murmured filthy words into Y/N’s ear.

“You wore this out in public,” Jason said, his voice dark and possessive as his hand slid up to gently grip Y/N’s throat. “Let everyone see you in my clothes. Do you know what that does to me? Huh? Knowing they all saw you like this, wearing something that smells like me?”

Y/N whimpered, his eyes glassy as he gazed up at Jason. His thighs trembled where they were pressed against Jason’s hips, every sharp thrust pulling more desperate sounds from his lips.

Jason tightened his grip slightly, just enough to send a jolt of adrenaline through Y/N without ever crossing the line. “Next time,” Jason growled, his pace rough and demanding now, “ask me first. Or better yet, let me put it on you myself. Because when you wear this, it’s not just a hoodie—it’s a mark. A reminder to everyone who you belong to.”

Y/N’s head lolled back against the pillow, his hands twisting beneath Jason’s unyielding grip. His voice was barely above a whisper as he replied, “Yours, Jason. I’m yours.”

That was all Jason needed. He buried himself deeper, his hand slipping from Y/N’s throat to cup his jaw as he captured his lips again. By the time they were both spent, the hoodie had become an even bigger mess—damp with sweat and stretched beyond repair. Jason lay beside Y/N, his chest rising and falling as he dragged a hand over the faint marks he’d left on Y/N’s neck.

“You’re not wearing this hoodie out again,” Jason murmured, his tone soft now, though no less firm.

Y/N let out a sleepy laugh, snuggling closer to Jason’s side. “Good thing you’ve got plenty more for me to borrow.”

Jason chuckled, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s temple. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

Y/N smirked, his eyes fluttering shut. “Not a chance.”

Jason let out a soft laugh, wrapping his arms around Y/N and pulling him closer. Because for all his possessiveness, all his need to dominate and claim, it was moments like this—holding Y/N close, feeling the steady beat of his heart—that reminded him what all of it was really for. Y/N couldn’t help but smile to, because no matter how overwhelming Jason’s love could be, it was also the safest place Y/N had ever known.

Yeah, their love really was like no other. Y/N could absolutely understand why people envied and praised their relationship—it was intense, chaotic, and tender all at once, the kind of connection that made rom-coms look bland by comparison. If he were in their shoes, he’d probably be gushing about it too. Hell, he already did, and he was living it.

But honestly? The next person who came up to him with the audacity to ask if Jason was single was about to catch hands. Y/N normally wasn’t the jealous one in their relationship as it’s been made clear—normally—but there were limits. And some people clearly didn’t know what those limits were.

Just ask that bitch, Xavion…

☀️ | Jason Todd/Red Hood | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

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Very soon🤭….