My thoughts on Jason Grace being a house husband
It’s his dream!! Jason Grace, a house husband, who is content and loves to help out Nico. He finds peace at staying home, being domestic, as this is his definition of a peaceful, happy, fulling life. Being raised as a soldier and fighting before he could even properly speak, a future like this to his younger self was a dream at best. He could barely even imagine it. He’s happy knowing that he’s the home Nico gets to come home to. Don’t get him wrong, he’s not opposed if the role is opposite. If he was the one working or if they were both working, but he does prefer being the one who provides the service and care. Makes him feel useful.
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what color is your love?
tagged by @thomrainer to do this uquiz!
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forest green. your love, though sometimes kept secret, makes others feel safe and at peace. it is the colour of deep, quiet forests and secret paths covered in leaves. it is the colour of growth.
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Top 5 foods?
5. pork vermicelli bowls. i’ve literally never had one i haven’t loved
4. gumbo. like, NOT restaurant gumbo. they never do it right. it has to be someones grandma’s sister’s cousins secret family recipe that they had leftovers of and sent my way in tupperware older than i am. im in louisiana home-cooked gumbo is our life force. unfortunately i’m allergic to shellfish so it has to be chicken n sausage
3. my moms pork chop casserole. it’s just baked pork chops over french onion rice, and i have the recipe, but i swear only she can make it Right
2. salmon sushi or sashimi. i love any kind, but my specific fave is this roll a local place does with like, a huge piece of rice, then snow crab, lil bit of wasabi, then a huge peices of salmon w eel sauce
1. mushrooms. on their own, in foods, raw, cooked, any fuckin kind. i adore mushroom in any form. my favorite are baby bellas sliced thick and sautéed with garlic and butter.
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imagine you’re dating ghost and no one knows. the two of you have kept it a secret on your end and his just for your protection— because ghost knows what could happen if someone finds out, how someone might try and target you to get to him, or worse, given his line of work.
but then imagine that he’s on a mission, interrogating some piece of filth ready to decorate the fucking wall with his brain matter when the guy says “you know what, simon, killing me would be the biggest mistake of your life.”
immediately ghost would pause, eyes narrowed, though his hardened demeanour wouldn’t fade much, he’d just blankly stare at the prick like “oh yea? n’ why don’ you tell m’ why.”
the shit-eating grin that would crawl across that fuckers lips would have ghost ready to kill him right then and there, but then he’d say “reach in my pocket. pull out my phone.”
id like to think ghost would have absolutely none of this assholes bullshit, not at all entertained by his theatrics. i’d like to think he’d just press the muzzle of his gun to the fuckers temple within an instant, all teeth barred and ready to get it over with when the guy would add,
“your girlfriend is a fucking beauty, isn’t she?”
everything would pause. ghost, time, the world, air, the universe itself—the life that would drain from ghosts face would almost be enough to make his alias a reality. his heart pounding in his throat, his fingers fucking trembling as he immediately reached into the assholes pocket to find his phone—a picture of a woman tied up (face not in view however) lighting up on the home screen. there’d be no thinking rationally, no thoughts in ghosts head except for making sure you were fucking okay. he’d do whatever he’d have to do, kill the guy, leave him strapped there, whatever—he’d be out of that room in two seconds flat and personally flying the helicopter back to your house calling you nonstop every fucking second until you answered.
“hello? si?”
he’d wait a second before answering. taking everything in. background noises, the inflection of your voice. it sounds calm, maybe too calm? he’s grasping his phone so fucking hard it’s a miracle it hasn’t shattered between his fingers.
“princess,” he breathes, fighting with everything in him to keep his voice steady. “see any birds today?”
though it was a genuine question, it also was an established one. ghost had set up a series of questions for a situation precisely like this. if you said blue jay, it meant you were fine, at home, as usual. if you said crows, it meant you weren’t.
“oh just the usual blue jays, si.” he could almost hear the smile on your lips. “everything okay? i miss you.”
ghost would exhale a shattered breath. “i’m coming home.”
and then he’d show up, not all but a few hours later, hands still trembling slightly, heart rate still struggling to regulate. it was too much, reminding him too much of his past traumas, he knew he needed to find better protection for you, but that was a conversation for another time.
he’d come in the house, barely even taking the time to shut the door behind him, almost frenzied again, relentless, unable to relax until he could finally lay eyes on you. and then, the second he did, he’d just pause and look at you, all messy hair and pyjamas still on, in the kitchen cooking breakfast for you both since you knew he was on his way.
and he wouldn’t say a goddamn word, he’d just come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you so tight you’d hardly be able to breathe, his face buried in your hair and his heart thumping at your back. you’d feel the pain the fear the anxiety radiating off him and you wouldn’t try to say anything because you knew he needed this, you knew he needed to see you, hold you, feel your pulse stable and alive. you knew he just needed a moment to breathe.
and so the two of you would stand there like that for a while, and then he’d take a big inhale and spin you around to face him, pulling up his mask to plant soft kisses on your jaw.
“i love you so fuckin’ much.”
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