#my sweet sweet boy….

[arkhamsbrat]

Okayokayokay imagine gk! jason taking care of you when you’re sick! he’s such a sweetie pie I wouldn’t know what to do with myself…

SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SHUTUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

gk! jason coming to your place with your favorite soup from that takeout place on the corner of your street… just cause you texted him to let him know ur ill… it was actually you telling him to stay at his own apartment for once because you didn’t want to get him sick. that man doesn’t listen.

he also doesn’t like being away from you but that’s besides the point. yes, hed face 1000 illnesses for you… worry about that when you arent sick.

jason’s standing at your door, takeout bag in hand. he cracks a crooked smile when you open the door wrapped in an old quilt, tissue in hand. “told y���i was sick, dummy.” youre glaring at him. its easy for him to read past it, jason knows its because you care about his health more than he does.

“yeah. and im being your boyfriend. gonna let me in, or…” he dangles the bag in front of you. “should i take this to my apartment?” the soup sloshes against the plastic container, almost begging you to down it all in one go. “bastard. c’mon. your fault if you catch a cold.” the wooden floorboards of your apartment creak as he pushes the door open further, grin widening.

jason: 1, you: 0.

“it’d be worth it if i did.” he eyes the makeshift nest youve created in your bed. your apartment is freezing, no wonder you need all those blankets. rifling through the cabinets doesn’t comfort him any further. half the medicine is expired and the other half won’t do anything. “you are…” he trails off, seeing you still glaring at him. “yes?”

“if you are about to judge my medicine cabinet, i will kill you.” he nods once, holding back a laugh as he raises his hands in defeat. “alright, alright.”

it’s a little dance you two do. jason couldn’t care less if he lived or died, but you? he needed you to take care of yourself. you felt the reverse. both of you in a never-ending battle of who would “win”. both of you far, far, FAR too stubborn to admit that you liked when you got babied by the other.

“can i at least go getchya somethin’ that’ll actually make you feel better?” you grunt in response, practically nose deep in the soup he brought you. it was, in fact, helping. “whens the last time you ate, huh?” your eyes peer over the container and you send him a nervous smile. “haven’t felt okay enough to eat?”

jason walks over to the table and kisses your forehead. “call me next time, my stubborn, stubborn girl. i’m stayin’ til you’re better.”

[dashintrash]

He is THE King (and the father)

[gorescreamingshow]

he's listening and learning

[noodles-and-tea]

Arcane: become human

[sourkreem]

birthday hangout!! they went to jasons favourite shitty diner afterwards :)

not him eating a very sugary burger fondant cake

[stealingpotatoes]

the illness post is still getting notes (???!! <3) and that means people are still telling me to get better soon, which is really nice but im gonna be too powerful if i get any better

[lotus-pear]

SIGHHHH BSD REREAD…................I MISS THEM SO MUCH :(((

[arcane-gold]

the inquisitor has far too much on his plate these days

[koyuxim]

" Care to stay for a drink? " 🥂✨

[nyanrial]

making little snowmen ⛄⛄

[wulfhalls]

u heard about doomed by the narrative now get ready for doomed by my mum and her coven of space eugenics cult sisters thru their 10k year long breeding program

[mushroom-punk]

laios with a weighted blanket and noise cancelling headphones, REAL

[majinbangus]

You've always wanted a dog. It doesn't matter what kind, you'd be happy with any, but no matter how much discussion, Soap never budges, holding the exact opposite opinion about dogs. Which you understand given his experiences with them, but it's still a little disappointing.

Until he compromises one day under the condition he gets to choose the dog. Specifically a guard dog, in his words. One he's known and worked with multiple times. One he trusts to take care of his sweet lass. One that will protect.

You get so excited, you buy the collar and everything, eagerly waiting the day Soap is coming home with the dog... only to be confused when Ghost walks in behind him, no dog in sight.

"Uh, hi, Simon?" You peek around the man. Perhaps the dog is hidden behind the man's massive frame. It's not. "Don't take this the wrong way, but what are you doing here?" You shoot Soap a confused look. "And where's the dog you promised me?"

Soap chuckles at your confusion. "He's right here, sweetheart." He pats Ghost's shoulder, and the man takes one big step closer to you, closing the gap within that single stride. The shadow he casts somehow makes him look larger. "You said you'd be happy with anything, and I got you the best one! Ghost'll do anything you say—sit, stay, attack—you'll love him!"

You're not quite convinced. Can't lie and say you're not a little disappointed, but all thoughts of dissatisfaction are briefly forgotten when Ghost reaches down to grab your wrist, the one loosely holding the leather dog collar in hand, and undoes the buckle for you. He then guides your limp hands to slip it around his neck, adjusting it perfectly before letting your hands drop. When he pulls away, a shiver runs through you at the hungry gleam in his eyes, smirk evident in his voice.

"Woof."

You gulp. Maybe Soap is right. Maybe you will love him.

[mydairpercabeth]

There’s something extremely heartbreaking about Nicos cameo/first words in the show being him looking for Bianca. He’s always going to be the little boy looking for his big sister. Season three is going to be the end of me.

[egophiliac]

he did it! 🐍 and it only took...uhhh...well, there probably could've been less punches, but why hold back!

PUNCHES FOR EVERYONE

[dendrogynous]

hi tunglr *slides a page of wilsons across the table*