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── ᢉ𐭩 Thinking about Bf!Jason who's willing to do just about anything to make you happy, even if that means he has to watch his mouth.
── ᢉ𐭩 You're no stranger to cussing — a muttered 'goddamnit' as you struggle to find your keys, or an occasional 'fuck you!' shouted at the TV screen when a character pisses you off — but sometimes you feel it’s distasteful, so he bites his tongue.
── ᢉ𐭩 Bf!Jason, whose colleagues are nothing less than shocked to hear the way he talks to you. He'll be in the middle of calling his supplier every name in the book when his phone buzzes.
── ᢉ𐭩 "I'm sorry, baby. I finished it this morning," he'll reply, voice soft when you tell him you’re out of milk. "But I'll pick some up on the way home, okay, doll?" The gunman's jaw is practically on the floor by the time Jason hangs up the phone. "Who was that?" he asks, as if you were some mystical creature he couldn’t believe existed. "My girlfriend, dickhead."
── ᢉ𐭩 Bf!Jason who takes dinner with your parents very seriously. He doesn't utter a single word that couldn't be used in a PG movie and tries his best to seem like an upstanding citizen.
── ᢉ𐭩 He practically melts when you say how proud you are of him for being so good all night, rewarding him with a gentle peck on the cheek. "Fuck, I love you...so fuckin much..." he mutters, and you give him a look. "You kissed Batman with that mouth?" He smirks, cupping your face with one hand. "No, but I'm sure as hell gonna kiss you."