Part of my 1k diner event 🥞 || based on this request || masterlist
Jason learns your pain patterns better than his own patrol routes. He keeps a mental log of what days are bad, what weather makes it worse, and what small things help. He never makes you explain yourself twice.
On flare-up mornings, he wakes up before you and has the heating pad already warm on your side of the bed. He’ll gently place it on the worst spot without waking you if he can.
When you get frustrated because your body won’t cooperate with simple tasks (like opening a jar or tying your shoes), he never says “here, let me do it.” He just quietly takes over while kissing your temple and whispering, “I’ve got you.”
He carries pain meds, a spare brace, and your favorite snacks in his utility belt during patrol. If you text him that it’s a bad day, he’ll find a way to swing by with supplies no matter where he is in the city.
Jason gets angry at the world on your behalf when the pain is bad, but he never lets you see the full rage. He saves the soft version for you - holding you while you cry, stroking your hair, and reminding you it’s okay to be angry too.
He researches every treatment, every specialist, every possible relief method. Not because he thinks he can “fix” you, but because he hates seeing you in pain and wants to give you options.
When you’re too exhausted to cook or even order food, he learns your favourite comfort recipes by heart. His cooking isn’t perfect, but it’s made with so much love that it always tastes better than anything else.
He never rushes you. If you need to cancel plans because the pain is too much, he just says, “That’s fine, baby. We’ll do it when you’re ready.” No guilt. No disappointment.
On days when you feel guilty for “being a burden,” he pulls you into his lap, wraps his arms around you, and lists every single reason you’re the best thing in his life until you believe him.
He installs grab bars in the shower and puts non-slip mats everywhere without being asked. When you notice, he just shrugs and says, “Didn’t want you to fall.”
Jason learns massage techniques specifically for chronic pain. He’s surprisingly gentle, using just the right pressure, and he’ll spend hours working on your back or legs if it helps you relax.
When the frustration boils over and you snap at him because the pain makes everything feel impossible, he never snaps back. He just holds you tighter and says, “I know. Yell at me if you need to. I can take it.”
He keeps a “bad pain kit” in the living room: fuzzy blankets, your favorite hoodie of his, noise-canceling headphones, and a playlist of calm songs. He calls it “the emergency comfort station.”
Jason is fiercely protective of your boundaries. If someone suggests “you just need to push through it” or “have you tried yoga?”, he shuts it down instantly with a glare that could melt steel.
He celebrates the small wins with you. A day where the pain is only a 4 instead of an 8? He brings home flowers. A day you managed to cook dinner? He acts like you won the lottery.
When you feel unattractive because chronic pain makes you feel heavy or limited, he worships every inch of you. Slow kisses along your aching joints, gentle hands tracing your body, whispering how beautiful you are exactly as you are.
He never makes you feel like a burden for needing help. If you need him to carry you to bed, he does it like it’s the most natural thing in the world and kisses your forehead the whole way.
Jason keeps a journal of things that help you on bad days. He adds to it constantly. It’s his quiet way of saying “I see you. I remember. I care.”
On the worst nights, when the pain won’t let you sleep, he stays up with you. He reads to you in that low, gravelly voice until you finally drift off against his chest.
At the end of every day, no matter how bad it was, he pulls you close and says the same thing: “You fought hard today. I’m so proud of you. I love you exactly like this.”
a/n : my first fic of my event! I will be making a masterlist for all of the ones I write! :) thank you anon for requesting this!
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The moment Jason opened his eyes, he knew that today was going to be one of those days. And he had no one but himself to blame for it. All week you'd been telling him to take it easy, to slow down, but without the symptoms flaring, he felt untouchable, so he waved you off and ignored you and now here he was. In bed, unable to move without his joints screaming in pain.
"Babe?" He called out. No answer came.
Thankfully, the room was still dark. Curtains drawn but the light underneath showed that it was well into the afternoon. Hence, you weren't there. Probably busy with daily errands and stuff.
He rolled over with a groan and the door opened to the apartment.
"That you?" He asked, his voice cracking.
"Who else would it be?" You called back. "Get up, sleepy. It's almost 1. I'm already done with our-" You entered the room and your face dropped. "The week finally caught up to you, hm?" You asked softly, reaching and sitting on the bed. Jason gave a pouty nod and you smoothed out his hair. "Do I say I told you so or you know?"
"I know..." He whined. "I think last night really did it."
Between going for patrol every night without a break, working in the garage on his new project and last night's gala- Jason Todd's body was reminding him that he was a very fragile human, still.
"How about I get you some food so you can take your pills?" You spoke gently, fingers still in his hair to help him relax. "Then we can see if you need any injections or not."
He nodded, hesitating at first. "Maybe call Roy or Kyle. You might need help in moving me."
"Let's see if the pills help or not first." You asked and he nodded again, eyes closing.
An hour later, after you helped him wash his face and brush his teeth in bed, a bit of food and water and all his pills- He was sitting up, resting against the headboard. His laboured breath was calmer now, and his voice no longer as cracking as it had been when he'd woken up.
"You think you can get up to go to the bathroom or should I bring the-" You started but he shook his head.
"I think I could manage. Using that thing makes me feel like I'm 100 years old." He sighed, leaning his head back. "Hey- Maybe we could... maybe I could have a smoke? Medical properties and all-" He smiled, wiggling his brows.
You gave him a look then an eyeroll. "No. You get too thirsty and then you throw up."
"Cruel and abusive-" He pouted, trying his best at puppy eyes, which admittedly did make you giggle but it was shortlived because he took a sharp breath and closed his eyes tightly.
"Jay? Honey?" You asked, worry lacing your voice.
"I'm fine- Just- Just dizzy-" He whispered, waiting for the wave to pass.
You two sat in silence as he took deep breaths and you caressed the back of his hand and inside his forearm.
"Better?" You asked after a few minutes and he opened his tired eyes, nodding.
"This sucks." He sighed softly.
"It does but I'm here." You gave him an assuring smile.
"You say that now..." He frowned, looking away but not pulling away.
"I've been saying for three years, I'll keep saying it for 30 more." You gave his hand a squeeze.
"Ah- So, 31 years is the threshold, huh?" He joked and you rolled your eyes again. "Can I get a kiss?" He said softly, and you leaned in to give him one. "Hmmm... maybe a few more. Might help." He suggested as you pulled back.
"You're a menace." You shook your head but scooted closer. "How about one for every joint that hurts?" You kissed him again.
"Mhm- Might need a double dose-" He smiled, hand slipping close to cradle your jaw.
"Greedy- Greedy-" You mumbled and kissed him again.
Warnings: None for this one! // Part of the 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 smau series <3
Morph's thoughts: pls ignore the different shades of orange/red in the hair lmao, i promise i'm really trying to make them make sense but pinterest won't cooperate
no i don't think those characters are siblings i think they're friends. I don't think that's their mom I actually think she's their friend. I don't think they're related actually I think they're friends with each other.
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Does anyone else get pissed off when you wake up just as you were making significant progress in some bullshit task you had to do in a dream? Like great now I did all that shit for nothing
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jason todd would fight someone for you if they said the wrong thing. he doesn't play about you and never will. he knows how men think, how disgusting they can be at times so he's always cautious when he's with you. if another man ever dares to say anything even remotely dirty or catcall you, then it would be his last day on earth. that's why you love him so much, because he's the type to protect you when you're wearing something skimpy rather than force you to dress differently.
Jason Todd, who always has a hand on you when you’re out in public. Whether it be actually holding your hand, having an arm around your shoulder or waist, or a hand gently pressed to your lower back. It grounds him, reminds him that he’s still there- in the present moment with you. It’s a physical confirmation that you’re safe and that he’s there to protect you, always. No matter where you are or what you’re doing. You don’t mind because it makes you feel safe, feel loved. Dating Jason Todd means dealing with all sides of him, including the protective one such as this. And you love every second of it. You wouldn’t give it up for the world. So, everytime without fail, you lean into his touch and smile up at him with the brightness of a thousand suns before giving him a quick peck on the cheek as a ‘thank you’ for always being there to look out for you. No matter what.
After 13 years of this, it's still funny to me that detailing a full mental breakdown on tumblr is standard fare, but posting a nice selfie is a fraught decision.
asked one of my coworkers how she's doing today and she goes "could be better, could be worse," and another coworker nearby who was eavesdropping chimes in with "could be a lil bit o' alligator curse!" i have no idea what he meant by that but i do know that it has been immediately added to the lexicon.
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