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do you got any like.... fluff headcanons for AK jason??
can be like soft smut or just non nsfw i am NOT picky in these jason drought'y times... -🌻(Only those who know the fabled "kronk" can figure out who this anon is wink wink nudge nudge)
Me?! 👉👈 I apologize for contributing in the drought anon.
I don't do NSFW atm, it's not something that I'm interested in writing plus it's never really intrigued me to write even though I've done a few pieces here and there. Don't worry though, I got you! (I actually got no idea who you are I've been away too long, ugh 💔)
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𖤓A cute couples activity Jason and s/o would do actually happened completely by accident, that would be listening to documentaries or podcasts about cryptids or whatever thing that would sit you two down on discussions for hours.
On domestic days like this one you'd put on a silly little podcast or show about cryptids, just to help get through the mundane task of cleaning and hey they're actually enjoyable. Being one of his off days he'd just wandered into the kitchen to grab a snack and maybe ask if you needed help with anything. The podcast kept playing on and you were none the wiser about your boyfriend wondering in until you turn around from the sound of a chair creaking, Jason idly sitting there with his eyes fixed to your phone. Seriously, he's a big guy but he's quiet with his footsteps, it's a habit of his. He was looking intently at the screen, seemingly paying mind to every word being said about the silly looking creature you'd decided would be your auditory pastime for the evening.
"That's one fucked up pair of pants."
He said with his brows furrowed, a sure sign that he was really paying attention to what was being said. Honestly it was cute that he was paying such attention to something you thought he'd find trivial or silly at best. His response really gave you a tickle so you laugh.
"What, the fresno nightcrawlers?"
"That's what they're called? Seriously? Nightcrawler is too bad ass of a name for that muppet looking thing."
"You seem to find it engaging though."
"Just coz they look stupid;I mean; who even came up with these fucks."
He said even though he was clearly finding it amusing judging from the slight twitch of his lip.
"What would you call them then?"
You took a seat next to him, pulling a chair and joining in on his little watch party. The dishes can wait till later, it's not like they're gonna run away or anything.
"Well what do they do? Like what are they known for?"
"They just walk man, I don't know."
"You're shitting me. Imagine being a cryptid and your schtick is walking around like a damn muppet."
"Don't do them like that! They're cute! I think so at least."
"You got some weird standards for cute sweetheart. If you think sentient pants are cute I'm worried for your sanity."
He laughs a bit at the idea.
"You waltz in here and insult my choice in cryptid? Alright big guy, what's your pick in creatures then?"
You pick up a pen from the table and hold it up to him like some impromptu microphone. He smiles and really thinks about it before giving his answer, it's cute.
"Stereotypical son of a bitch! Mothman is the most generic answer to exist besides bigfoot. You really thought about it that long and said Mothman??"
You feign shock and surprise like some sort of victorian lady that's about to faint, earning yet another chuckle from him. It's the sound you most cherish in this world. Being able to make him laugh in mirth like that makes you feel invincible.
"I'm a classics sort of guy! Your pick is just 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴. What's so special about pants huh? What,they got a dick instead of a nose or something? They're goofy. What do you think happens when they sneeze?"
The image he just burned into your head makes you recoil for a bit, as funny as it is to think about it.
"Alright smartass, get outta my kitchen, I've had just enough outta you! That's gross!"
You say in mock revolt, standing up from the chair to loom over him (hard task)with a stupid smile on your face.
"Oh is this a coup? Am I understanding this right? You gonna grab a spatula and chase me out angel?"
"If it comes down to the spatula I fear you got no chance of survival."
His smile matches the one on your face. It suits him really, more than the brooding expression he normally has on. Jason stands up and looms right back at you. (A loom off 🥁) He's so tempted to pick you up and give you a spin just to rattle your nerves and make you giggle. Obviously he could easily pick you up and run off to whenever he wants to. He just might actually.
"Ain't you a firm little dictator.Though if I go down you go down with me angel."
"That so soldier? You'd have to get to me first if you wanna take me down."
You try to shuffle past him and make a run for it, actually believing you could. Hubris is a dangerous thing for a person to have. Without even thinking his arm loops around your waist, effectively ending your grand scheme to escape from your loving boyfriend. He gives you a spin for good measure before ploping you down firmly onto the kitchen table like a bag of groceries, earning an "oomph" from you.
"That was a bit pathetic on your part."
He says with sarcasm lacing his tone.
"You'd better watch your mouth big guy, you don't know what I got cooking up in my brain for revenge."
"Baby I haven't even dealt my finishing move on you. Who do you think you're messing with?"
You wrap your arms around his neck and hoist yourself closer to him, noses touching and all.
"You're all bark no bite. Didn't know Red Hood was such a wuss."
"I'm just lenient on pretty angels that end up in my arms, don't think you're wiggling out of this one though. This ends right here, right now."
He smiles yet again and closes the gap between your lips with a loving, gentle kiss which lasts for a bit. One of the things you'd love the most about these moments was that gentle soft quality that you could only dig up from him. What a joyful death it would be to perish like this, in his arms while feeling the warmth of his body and love.
"Fatality!Red Hood wins."
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Lmao this trailed off, I didn't mean for it too. If you can't tell I love these little fuckers and I wanted to incorporate them into a fic somehow.
I hope you liked it (sorry for being self indulgent dhjdhsjs it's been long since I've written something and had fun with it. I really hope you like cryptids too)
I love domestic Jason I love love love love love him aghh‼️‼️ The best shit I can imagine is him just doing mundane things by himself or with his s/o, that's like the pinnacle of Jason fanfic for me. He's so 🥁💕💖💕🥁💖
Side note no hate to mothman I love him. Mothman rise up!
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