jason todd being a velcro boyfriend. You wake up from your long nap and stretch till you feel a weird heavy weight on top of you under your blanket. You were still groggy and slightly panic out of confusion. You lift up your comforter and see Jason is resting on your pelvis as he doomscrolls on tiktok. You can hear the stupid memes he swears aren’t funny from his phone. He looks up and his scarred lips softly grins.
“G’mornin, sleeping beauty! How’d you sleep?”
“How long have you been down there?” you chuckled, still holding up the blanket.
[Jason does not answer the question but flutters his eyes]
“So, are we grabbing food later? I was thinking sushi or something spicy-” His casual tone makes you giggle in amusement.
“Baby, how long?” You glance above the blanket and can clearly see the other half of jason sticking out of the blanket.
“Not long enough. What are you craving for dinner?”
“I just woke up, babe. Um, I don’t know.” You rubbed your eye.
“How’s some pho?” Jason’s green eyes smiled.
“That’s fine…”
“But how did you sneak in without waking me-“
Jason kissed your thigh and slowly pulls the blanket back down and turns back to his phone, opening up Yelp for a nearby restaurant.
How to love Jason Todd :: Notice him — he notices everything, so notice him back. Notice the way his shoulders drop when he’s finally home, when he sees your shoes lined up at the door and sees the glow of the TV in the living room, where you’re half asleep waiting for him. Notice the way he scans each room he enters before he lets himself settle within it, even the rooms he’s been in a million times before. Notice how he offers up the safer side of the sidewalk without thinking about it. Make sure he knows he isn’t invisible. Prove it every day. Prove it in tiny, sacred ways. Keep little parts of him with you at all times. Wear the clothes he leaves behind until they smell like the both of you. Memorize the shape of his hands, the feel of his fingers, the lines of his palm. Memorize how gentle hands so rough can be. Learn his hands so well that if you were to lose all other sense you’d know him by his touch alone. Mention in rooms he isn’t in, soft and natural like loving him in an instinct as deep as loving itself. Plant him so gently into your life, and tend to the sprout as it blooms, and blooms, and blooms again. Water it with consistency and routine, with reaching for him first.
Repeat the truth over and over, in different ways. Not because he’s stupid, but because permanence is a hard thing to believe in when even death was temporary. Prove that love is permanence, and permanence is real. Through warm dinners late at night, turning your body towards him in a busy room. Rest your head on his shoulder. Let him lean on you without asking why. Kiss scars like you can rewrite the stories that carved them there. Sleep so soundly beside him he has no choice to believe how much you trust him. Let him know that he’s safe and he’s safe.
Where to love Jason Todd :: Not in grand declarations. In the in-between spaces. In hallways. Against the doorframes he leans on when he talks in that low, tired voice early in the morning. Standing beside him in the kitchen, where rain taps the window and the coffee machine hums. Love him in places that aren’t announced. In quiet rooms. In dim lighting, under warm city lights, or wrapped in a cool glow of a lamp.
Love him where he comes apart slowly. Where leather gets thrown over chairs, and the helmet gets set on the counter. Love him when the vigilante disappears, chipped away until all that’s left is the man beneath it, exhausted and warm and needing to be held more than he knows how to ask for it.
In your routines, where be becomes threaded through them. In the spot you saved for him at the dinner table. On the cushion next to you on the couch. In your arms. In your heart. In your life without strings or conditions or threat of an end.
When to love Jason Todd :: When he doesn’t ask for it. When he's quiet, when he’s distracted. When his guard is down just enough to see little glimpses of the boy he once was, the one that had been stolen from him and replaced by a man too angry and too heavy with grief too soon. When tenderness softens sharp edges. When it’s unprompted, and real. When it’s consistent. Everyday. Predictably.
When he leaves. When he kisses you to promise he’ll come back, and you return it to promise you’ll be right where he left you.
When he’s gone too. In his warmth that stays behind. In the ache of missing him,
When he comes back, love him gently. Love him greatly. When he doesn’t have to earn softness after surviving another night. When he steps through the door with the cold air and sickness of Gotham still latched onto him like something heavy. When he finds you again, half asleep under blankets, blinking slowly as he pulls gloves off with aching hands. When he hopes the leather was enough to keep his hands clean enough to deserve touching you again. When there’s light left for him, and space made for him. When the world feels warm again because he’s returned to it.
When he doesn’t do it enough himself.
lambie's notes :: this started in my journal, and then ended up on my old blog, and i decided to repost it here too. i am in love and it's made me sick. this isn't proof read or anything, i just typed out what i wrote in my journal, didn't bother correcting anything.
Dick Grayson was a productive man. He was so productive that he only slept for four hours when he came home from patrol at two in the morning and woke up at six. He was also a very cheerful person so he was never grumpy due to the lack of sleep.
It’s like his body had made peace with the fact that it only got four hours of sleep a day, five if he’s had a particularly hard patrol, so it barely ever gives out.
Either that or the copious amounts of coffee he drinks.
So when he started feeling light headed and like his body was being pulled down by an anchor by noon, he ignored it. He didn’t even sit down to catch his breath or check his vitals, he just got another cup of coffee and went back to work without a complaint leaving his mouth.
He stared at the computer screen for another two hours before his eyes started to get droopy as his vision darkened. He simply got up and washed his face which resulted in a string of sneezes. He let out a curse as he felt his head starting to feel like it was being pelted with rocks.
He had realised that he was officially sick.
He didn’t let that stop him though, it was only two in the afternoon and he had work to do. Crime to solve. Lives to save. He only washed his face again and went back to his desk, setting down and grabbing a pen to make notes.
An hour or so later, the door to his apartment opened up and his girlfriend strolled in with a bashful smile on her face. But when she took in the sight in front of her, her smile disappeared and got replaced with confusion.
“Dick?” You called out softly, walking over to his desk where his head was resting and his eyes were closed.
He never took a nap. He was fine with his four hours, he literally aways refused a nap so when you found him in this state, you were not only confused but also worried.
You touched the back of your hand to his forehead, pushing the sweaty hair back to feel his temperature and sure enough he was burning up.
“Hey baby?” You cooed, gently brushing your fingers over his face in an attempt to wake him up.
“Huh,” Dick shot up, knocking your hand over and frantically looked around. “Oh, hi,” he greeted you with a sweet yet painful smile that had your heart softening and tugged you closer so you could stand between his legs.
“Hi,” you smiled back. “You’re burning up love,” you informed him, raking your fingers through his hair.
“M’fine,” he mumbled with a sleepy smile and pressed a kiss to your tummy.
“No you’re not, please get in bed I’ll make you some soup.”
“I’m really okay sweetheart I promise,” he reassured you but the string of sneezes that followed betrayed him. “I’ve had worse, way worse, a cold won’t kill me.”
“Dick,” you scolded lightly. “Please at least take a nap.”
“I don’t take naps,” he scoffed like the mere idea of letting his body rest for a bit offended him.
“That’s why I found you passed out on your desk,” you chided.
“I’m okay. I have to crack this case I’ve been racking my brain for hours,” he said, grabbing his pen again to go back to his notes.
“You’re no good if your brain gets foggy and your body gives out,” you sighed and grabbed the pen out of his hand. “Come on just get into bed.”
“Mhmmm,” he mumbled something unintelligible and closed his eyes, rubbing his temples.
“Dick,” you coaxed, pulling him out of the desk chair and into the bedroom. “Just lie down okay?”
“Okay that doesn’t sound so bad,” he breathed out and let you drag him to bed.
That’s how you knew he was really sick because Dick Grayson refused to rest even when he had a day off. Even on weekends when you took your occasional naps, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and sat down next to you in bed reading case files while giving your sleepy state occasional glances.
You sat him down on the edge of the bed and opened the bedside table drawer to grab the thermometer.
“Open up,” you said to Dick whose eyes were getting droopier by the second.
He opened his mouth and let you put the thermometer in before letting his head rest on your tummy as he let out quick short breaths and let his arms grasp your thighs with whatever energy he had left.
“You need to listen to your body boy wonder, this isn’t healthy,” you murmured with a frown and began running your fingers through his hair, making him let out little hums of comfort.
The thermometer beeped a couple seconds later and he took it out of his mouth before handing it to you. The little screen read ‘102’ which made you sigh.
“You’ve got a 102 fever and you were gonna fight it with coffee, hm?” You asked, looking down at his shiny eyes.
“I still insist I’m fine,” he murmured and let a sleepy and tired smile take over his face.
“I’ll get you some soup okay?” You checked before untangling yourself from him but he only tightened his grip and whined, gluing you in place.
“Stay,” Dick whispered.
“I’ll be back baby, let me take care of you,” you smiled and gently pushed him back on the bed, covering his body with a comforter.
“Don’t take too long,” he said with a pout, earning a chuckle and a kiss on the forehead from you.
Within twenty minutes, you were returning to the bedroom with a bowl of chicken noodle soup that you helped Dick eat before he laid back down. You took the empty dishes back to the kitchen despite his protests and grabbed a paracetamol and a cough syrup from the bathroom.
You handed him the pill and a glass of water and he quickly obliged, downing it without a peep. Maybe he wanted to heal as quickly as possible so he could go back to neglecting his body again or maybe the look in your eyes told him you were not about to take his shit. Either way, you were glad he had taken the medicine.
But when his eyes landed on the cough syrup in a little measuring cup on the side table, his eyes widened.
Because Dick Grayson, Nightwing, an adult man and a vigilante who had gotten drugged by poison ivy multiple times, who got shot at every night, who had broken every bone in his body, who had almost died on multiple occasions, who you had seen down neat tequila shots, hated taking cough syrups.
“Dick,” you warned.
“I don’t even have a cough,” he defended.
“It’s for precautionary reasons,” you insisted and brought the cup to his lips but he turned his face to the side and folded his arms over his chest.
“Don’t be a baby,” you groaned and tried making him take the medicine again.
“No!” He exclaimed.
“You’re a grown man!” You yelled back and got on top of him, straddling his torso over the blanket, making his eyes widen and his lips part.
You grabbed his face but he brought his arms up and held both of your hands in a tight grip, keeping them away from his face. You rolled your eyes and gave him a tickle on the side of his stomach where you could reach and the second his grip loosened on your forearms, you pinned his hands under your knees.
“You’re drugging me! It will make me loopy and I’ll be asleep for hours I have to go on patrol tonight,” he protested.
Little did he know that’s exactly why you wanted him to take the syrup so he could sleep for an hour or two.
“Too fucking bad,” you said and grabbed his chin between your fingers and thumb, puckering his lips so you could pour the syrup in his mouth.
Which resulted in Dick letting out a coughing fit after he swallowed the cherry flavoured syrup and glared at you with betrayal in his eyes.
“You’re cruel,” he huffed.
“Whatever,” you said with a victorious smile. “Go to sleep.”
“Come lie with me,” he murmured in a voice so soft you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face.
You obliged –flu germs be damned– and the second you laid down next to him, he clung to your body, resting his drowsy and sweaty head in your chest while his arms gripped your waist. You brought your hands in his hair, gently scratching and massaging to help him relax under your soft touch.
A few moments later, you felt his breathing get softer and slower and his arms loosening their death grip around you. You kissed the top of his head and brushed his hair back that was stuck to his forehead and gazed at his resting face.
He looked so childlike and small like this that you wondered when was the last time he had someone take care of him when he got sick. When was the last time someone he had someone take care of him period. He was feeling clingier than usual –which was not something you were complaining about, despite the risk of you getting sick.
His nose was a deep red colour, the same blush dusted his cheeks while the rest of his body looked pale. His eyes were half open and not in the way he deliberately made them look when he wanted to be in between your thighs and was trying to seduce you, but with the weight of his body finally giving out and begging to rest. They drooped so low and shone bright with heat his body was radiating, you could only see little slits of his blue irises.
“Good night boy wonder,” you murmured and planted another kiss to his head before closing your eyes and letting sleep take you.
men will walk into ongoing traffic and still be fine but a fever kills them.
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Hiiiii, I really like how you do your posts and I was wondering if you could do the batboys (especially Dick) with a reader/partner who has POTs and faints. Like for me if I do cardio then sit down/ lay down to calm and then stand up i can pass out, or if i'm laying outside on a towel or picnic blanket and it's hot and I get up too fast I can pass out because my blood pools kinda things (aka my body auto levels to get blood flow back to my brain)
Take it easy
featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Wally West
warning: POTS, dizziness, fluff
A/N: Hihi, I hope you’re doing alright. I know you probably heard it from the doctors already, but please make sure to increase your water intake, salt intake, wear compression socks, and do light exercises.
✧˖° 𝐷𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛
One thing you loved about Dick is that he is always observant. It was one of the reasons he was such a good vigilante, such a good detective, and for you such a good boyfriend. Which means he notices everything about you. He knows when you are tired. He knows when you are upset. He knows when you are sad. He knows when you are happy. He just… knows everything about you. Which means he also knows when your body is about to betray you.
The two of you had spent most of the afternoon laying across a picnic blanket in one of Blüdhaven’s parks. It was one of those days where neither of you were needed somewhere. It felt like it was a good time to go on a because dick insisted that fresh air and sunshine would improve anyone’s mood.
For a while, it had been perfect. Your head rested against his shoulder while he talked about work, sometimes interrupting himself whenever he remembered a very specific story involving one of his siblings. You found yourself listening more to the sound of his voice than the actual words. It was definitely a good idea to go out together and enjoy each other’s company.
After nearly an hour of laying in the grass, you finally decided it was time to stand up and stretch your legs. You pushed yourself up and sat for a moment, allowing your body to adjust before getting to your feet. But the combination of heat and having been reclined for so long had other plans.
The moment you fully straightened, the familiar sensation hit you.
Your vision narrowed around the edges, the world suddenly felt distant and the blood rushing away from your brain left behind that awful floaty feeling that always warned you what was coming next.
You immediately froze on the spot before you felt your knees get weak.
Dick’s hand found your wrist before you even said anything. The grip was gentle enough that it didn’t startle you, but firm enough that you immediately knew he had noticed about your dizziness.
When you turned toward him, concern was already written across his face.
“You got dizzy, didn’t you baby?” His voice was quiet. His voice was so quiet and soft, you felt it in your heart. As if speaking too loudly might somehow make things worse.
You nodded slightly. The motion made your vision blur even further.
Within seconds Dick was on his feet beside you, one arm wrapping around your waist while he guided you back toward the blanket with careful precision.
There was no embarrassment in the way he helped you. He never want you to feel like a burden. He doesn’t want you to feel bad whenever he helps or catches you. It’s just something he does because he loves you deeply.
“Easy there,” he murmured as you sat back down. “There’s no rush baby.”
The warmth of his hand was against your back while you waited for the dizziness to pass which thankfully didn’t take too long before disappearing.
A few moments later, when your vision finally stopped swimming, you became aware of Dick still watching you. He was watching you with so much love, you wonder how deep his love goes.
“I’m okay now. Thank you.” you said. His expression softened immediately.
“You don’t need to thank me for that. It’s what people do when they’re in love, helping their partner.” For a second, neither of you spoke. You felt slightly embarrassed at the situation even when you know it’s not something you actively chose.
Then Dick leaned over and pressed a kiss against your temple. It was such a simple gesture but it carried an incredible amount of affection behind it.
“You never have to be embarrassed about this around me.” he said quietly. “If you need to sit down, we sit down. If you need to stop, we stop. I would rather spend an entire afternoon laying on a blanket with you than spend five minutes pretending you’re okay when you’re not.”
Something in your chest tightened. Because the way he loved you felt so complete. As if every piece of who you were was worthy of the same carefulness.
And when he pulled you closer against his side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders while the two of you settled back into the grass together, you found yourself believing him completely.
He didn’t say anything else. Just holding you in his arms and occasionally stealing kisses from your lips.
✧˖° 𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑑
Jason is the type to absolutely fussed over the people he loved. He simply disguised it beneath layers of sarcasm, annoyance and pretending he wasn’t worried.
The first hot day of summer found the two of you sitting on the fire escape outside his apartment. Jason was quietly reading his book and you were just resting your head against his shoulder, trying to memorize the way everything looked peaceful.
For a moment, it felt like as if you and Jason were the only people alive. And for a while everything was peaceful.
Then you decided to go back inside. You pushed yourself up from your spot on the metal steps and immediately regretted every decision that had led to this moment.
It was the heat that hit first followed by the dizziness feeling and then the awful sensation of blood rushing away from your head.
Your hand immediately shot toward the railing. Jason’s book snapped shut the second he noticed. The sound was sharp enough to make you look over.
The relaxed look he had on this face vanished and now it was just intense focus. The kind of focus he usually reserved for dangerous situations.
“You feeling it, baby?” You nodded. Jason was already moving, positioning himself close enough that if your legs decided to stop cooperating, he would be there.
The thing about Jason was that he never treated you like you were fragile. Instead, he blamed the situation and not you. His hand settled against your lower back, making you feel safe.
“You need to sit?”
“Mehhhh…Probably.”
“Then sit.” There was something strangely comforting about the certainty in his voice. It was so soft and accepting. As if your body’s needs weren’t an inconvenience worth discussing.
When you lowered yourself back onto the stairs, Jason remained beside you without saying much.
When the dizziness finally passed, you let out a breath.
“Sorry.” Your voice lower now. A little embarrassment was also heard in your voice.
The look Jason gave you was immediate. He almost looked offended. He didn’t answer you for a moment but then reached over and pinched your arm. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt you but just enough to make you blink.
“Sorry? What exactly are you apologizing for?”
“I don’t know.” You frowned.
“That’s because there’s nothing to apologize for.” His voice was less defensive and more honest now.
“You know what I think when this happens?” You shook your head at what he said.
“I think the love of my life needs a minute.” His fingers found yours, intertwining them.
“That’s it.” The simplicity of the statement hit harder than anything ever could.
✧˖° 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑊𝑒𝑠𝑡
Being in a relationship with Wally came with many things. Especially his yapping. One of those things was the fact that he noticed every. single. thing. Which was really unfair considering he was also one of the fastest people alive. Nothing can escape from him, like ever.
You decided to join him for a run. Just a slow jog through the park while the two of you enjoyed the warm weather.
The exercise itself went fine but the problem came afterward.
You were both sitting beneath a tree, recovering from the heat while talking about absolutely nothing important. It was more Wally yapping about something again. Wally had somehow managed to consume a big amount of snacks during his yap session.
Whenever he got comfortable, time seemed to disappear and eventually you decided it was time to leave because it was getting a little dark now.
You stood but of course your body disagreed. The combination of exertion, heat and standing too quickly caused the familiar wave of dizziness to crash into you.
Your vision darkened. And before you could fully process what was happening, Wally was suddenly in front of you.
One second he had been sitting beneath the tree. The next he was gently holding in his arms.
“Hey.” His voice was soft. “Stay with me for a second.”
“I’m literally in your arms.” You laughed weakly.
“I know.” The smile he gave you was small.
“But you’re doing the thingy.”
“The… thingy?”
“Yeah. The face. That thingy.” You groaned immediately and wally’s smile widened.
“The dizzy face you do when you feel dizzy.”
“I have a dizzy face?”
“You absolutely do have a dizzy face lovie.” Ugh, it’s the fact he sounded very confident. Which meant he was probably right. Wally carefully guided you back toward the grass.
When you finally settled back down beneath the tree, he sat beside you and offered his shoulder. Without hesitation, you leaned against him. And almost immediately his arm wrapped around you.
Eventually Wally pressed a kiss against the top of your head. The gesture was so casual that it almost caught you off guard.
“You know,” he said quietly. “I don’t mind.”
You looked up at him and immediately saw his stupid boy grin plastered on his face.
“What?”
“Stopping.” His arm tightened slightly around your shoulders, his smile softened. “Taking breaks. Sitting down. Changing plans. Blablabla.”
“I get to spend extra time with you.” Something about the sincerity in his voice made your chest ache. Because Wally meant it. He meant every single word.
