Prompt: Jason’s gf has a degree in cosmology and sfx makeup living in LA for her job and Jason lives with her and the boys coming over to her job and being fasnated with her work? (requested by anon) Sorry, can I add to the Sfx ask? I was just thinking that maybe Jason didn’t know and freaks when he finds (fake) blood in her apartment and her with cuts/gore on her
As soon as Jason saw blood smeared across your kitchen counter and a trail of blood leading to the bathroom, his mind immediately jumped to the worst possible conclusion. He pulled his gun out of his jacket and followed the trail of blood.
“[Y/N]!” Jason cried out as he frantically ran to the bathroom after you. He pushed open the door and saw that you were standing in front of the mirror dabbing your blood stained shirt.
“Oh hey Jay! I didn’t know you’d be home so early.” You said enthusiastically. Jason’s eyes immediately shot to the wide gruesome gash on your neck and various
“Oh my god [Y/N]! Are you alright who did this to you? I swear I’ll make the fucker -” Jason started to fret until he noticed that the large wound didn’t actually appear to be bleeding or causing you any pain at all. He reached out and gingerly touched the wound. “It’s fake.” He said feeling like an absolute idiot.
“So it looks good then? That’s good. I thought I had gotten the blending wrong but if it was good enough to freak you out then I must be doing something right.” You said cheerfully.
“But … the blood all over the kitchen. It looked like you got murdered out there [Y/N].” Jason said still a little dumbstruck.
“Oh yeah. I struggled at opening the bottle of fake blood and when I did I accidently dropped it and it kind of flew everywhere. I was going to clean it up before you got home but I got a bunch on my shirt so my priority was saving that.” You explained, looking down at the “blood” spatters on your shirt. It was beyond hope of saving. “First rule of sfx: don’t wear white while doing makeup tests.” You laughed at yourself.
“You look pretty roughed up are you sure you’re alright?” Jason asked, carefully looking you over for any real injuries. Problem was your makeup looked pretty damn good so he couldn’t tell if the blotchy bruises on your skin were fake or not.
“Yes, Jay.” You laughed. “It’s all makeup, I swear.” You promised him. That seemed to finally put his mind at ease.
“Do you need any help cleaning up the kitchen? Maybe hiding the body that you clearly bludgeoned to death in there?” Jason asked.
“Aw! You’d hide a body for me babe?” You cooed as you started to wipe off some of the makeup on your skin, revealing your clear unblemished skin underneath.
“Babe, I’d gladly scatter pieces of a corpse across the country for you.” Jason swore wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. Some of the fake blood that you hadn’t gotten to taking of yet smeared onto him.
“You’re so romantic, Jay.” You rolled your eyes and gently patted his cheek which garnered a goofy smile from him.
“Hey babe?” Jason asked.
“Yeah?”
“If I wanted to scare the living shit out of my brothers, would you help me with that?” He asked with a mischievous smile playing at his lips.
“Absolutely.”
Aww Jason you’re so sweet
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