#apriljason

No Grave Can Hold My Body Down

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 392

Theme: Angst..ish?

Warnings: None, I think.

Also, this can be seen as a continuation of my ‘Redamancy’ piece. This isn’t the official part two, don’t worry, but it is within the same universe :)

He opens his eyes to darkness. 

Jason stares up at the dirt above him, slowly creeping into realization. A worm weaves between his fingers, inching its way up his hand. With a swift motion, Jason crushes the bug, wiping the excess on his jeans. Silence ensues and he tries to recall the events leading to his predicament. Huffing in frustration, he closes his eyes, straining to remember.

The cabin. There had been an intruder.

He remembers you weren’t there. 

Jason heaves as he claws upwards at the dirt, desperate to escape his prison of earth. The dirt falls as he remembers the cabin being in disarray when he had returned, signs of a struggle evident in the doorway. He remembers the blood coating the couch, the scratch marks leading towards the back door and the busted doorknob.

 He should have been more careful. He should have seen the man behind him. 

Jason’s hands pierces through the mud, his fingers digging into the earth to hoist him out of his crude grave. The moon shines above, casting a soft glow on the dead man as he crawls out, his covered face as stoic as ever. He takes a moment to rest, raising his face towards the sky, his eyes fluttering closed. The forest hums with energy, as if resurrected by their protector’s return. 

Jason grips onto his knees as he recalls the events leading to his burial, a cold fury running in his veins. He’s beyond the point of revenge; had this been before you, he would have tracked the intruder down with the intention of payback.

But not this time. 

Jason’s eyes creep back open as he sighs, leaning forward. He looks at his surrounding, recognizing this as the clearing he had frequented often as a child, oftentimes with you in tow. The time the two of you had spent meant everything, as decades later, he still returned to the spot, hoping that one day, you would return. 

Jason stands. He glances back at his grave, his machete laying on the side, clearly discarded without much thought to it. He bends down, wrapping his fingers around the handle and he rises, knuckles taut. 

Jason stalks towards his cabin, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. 

somebody: *calls me love*

my mood: 📈📈📈

in short i'll die for u now so here's a drabble-ish thing

beauty | jason voorhees

"baby, it's fine, i'm not gonna judge you. please let me clean you up," you begged, tugging at jason's sleeve. the tower of a man was hunched over, covering his face. as a last resort, a victim had ripped his mask off and given him some nasty scratches. long nails weren't very fun sometimes.

you'd been trying to get him to take of his mask (in his own free will, of course) for a while. this was both an opportunity to see his face and to take care of him, and you were both joyful and concerned. you knew he was undead and a couple scratches aren't much damage at all, but another part of your mind urged you to fix it.

you blinked, gently putting a hand on his shaking shoulder. "let me take care of you," you softly asked one more time. if he was really against it, you wouldn't force him.

a couple long moments passed, and he made no move to turn around. little did you know he wasn't just idling, his mind was racing with thoughts and anxieties.

you waited a couple more seconds, before removing your hand and nodding. "okay, that's okay. i'll be in the garden." as soon as you turned around and took a step, he stopped you. hope bubbled up in your belly, and you slowly spun around. he looked like a deer in the headlights, but you didn't mind. smiling warmly, you put a hand on his cheek and leaned in.

"awe, jason you're beautiful."

Jason helping Dwight find his glasses after he’s dropped them in the woods.

Dwight is useless at cooking and you know what? That’s fine. Jason doesn’t need to eat anyway. But. Jason does like to bring hoards of snacks from unlucky campers in Crystal Lake to feed his friend. 

If Jason happened to become a killer in the Entity’s Realm, I can imagine Dwight just vibing with him out of trials. Just sitting next to him and talking and venting about all the shit and Jason is just nodding his head like, yes, i understand don’t worry buddy.

Legion taking the piss and throwing Dwight’s cap up into a tree. Jason finds Dwight sat on the floor pouting. Jason picks up Dwight. Jason holds him up. Dwight gets his hat.

@highdwightofmylife

dude you should see some of the clumsy shit i do

like a week ago (i actually have no idea because i have no sense of time ever) i sneezed so hard i started falling down the stairs and i just accepted it and died inside

also one time i legit almost broke my ankle by tripping on thin air

clumsy s/o | jason voorhees

UH OH UH OH UH OH

PANIC

every time he gets watches you walk through a perfectly flat area, he hopes and hopes you won't trip on absolutely nothing

and nearly every time you do

but no fear, even if you're fine he'll pick you up and either swoop you into bed and check for injuries or just carry you through what you're trying to do

he won't even let you pick up what you drop because he will

he doesn't let you anywhere near his machete or just anything sharp in general

let him help you blease he's so concerned

momma bear jason is here to basically wrap you in bubble wrap

if you actually hurt yourself he'll be so panicked you don't even know

luckily he has some self control and can help you

jason, watching in sheer terror and awe as you walk through the door covered in mud:

you: i don't want to talk about it

“Here seems good!”

Jason’s tilting his head up, silently observing the empty branch of the large tree. There’s a pair of thick gardening gloves covering his hands, and a tiny, modest little birdhouse is wedged between his thick fingers. He glances at you, wordlessly asking if you’re sure. 

The tree is perfect. There’s a perfect space between the trunk and the branches to nail the box down. “Yeah! Right here! Gimme the house!”

The mountain of a man lets out a gentle huff of air and carefully places the little home in your hands. He wastes a solid moment to make sure you haven’t been attacked by any loose strips of sharp wood (not that you could, I mean, he’d sanded it down pretty roughly just for that reason), and then steps back to offer you his hands. 

You stand in front of Jason and the tree, and feel those massive hands close in on your hips. There’s a soft little breath of air that ghosts across your neck as he lifts you up with ease. You weigh nothing to him. Despite the fact that you’ve left the ground, you’ve never felt safer than with Jason holding onto you. He guides you up and up, until finally, you feel his broad shoulder settle under your rear as he sits you down. 

You’re so high up now. Jason’s hand secures on your thigh and the cheek of his mask rest against your other one. He’s keeping you safe. He shuffles closer to the tree and you reach up, not having to strain to reach after he’s made you so tall now. 

The little house that you’d made together with him fits into the space perfectly. It’s not the best birdhouse, but it’s functional. You’d tried to paint cute little flowers up the side, and you have to admit, you’re proud. Jason shifts for a second so he can pull the hammer from his belt, and holds the handle out to you. When you slide your hands over the leather hilt, he doesn’t let go. You see his mask shift to you. He’s giving you a warning.

Be careful.

He lets go. You hold it carefully to reassure him that you’re not going to be an idiot, and he places a single nail in your other palm. You know he doesn’t want you to do this, but he’s not tall enough. It’s ironic, that Jason, of all people, isn’t tall enough. This giant man can’t reach. 

The work isn’t hard. You easily hammer down the nail, and Jason hands you another one. Three more nails and the box is as secure as can be. You peek inside; it’s empty, but the thought of a cute little family of birds inside makes you smile. You know Jason feels the same. 

You tap the top of his head, and he gently begins to lower you down to the ground. His hand is immediately waiting, and you hand him back the hammer. He seems to relax a little more when it’s back on his belt, where it can’t hurt you. 

“Look!” You point at the box. “We did that! We made it!”

He nods. He doesn’t seem to show it outwardly, but you know he’s pleased by it. Jason leans over and presses the lower half of his mask to the top of your head in a mock-up of a kiss, and you can’t help but grin at him. Just when he attempts to straighten himself out again, you capture his covered cheeks in your hand and pull him down to your level. Behind the sockets of the mask, his eyes are wild, a slight tone of panic at the sudden shift, but there’s a faint pink hue settling against his grey-blue skin. 

Jason Voorhees With a S/O Who Likes To Sing

Jason mostly lives a life of silence. He doesn’t talk. He can’t talk. But you always filled in the silence for him. He loved to hear you talk. He’d love your one-sided conversations, where you’d ask him yes or no questions sometimes and he’d nod his head. But he preferred to just listen to you.

But when you sing? The man’s heart flutters. He loves it so much. You can be a good singer or you could sound horrendous, and he’d love it. Regardless of how you sound, he’d think it was soothing. He’d want you to sing to him late at night, like how his momma used to when he was a little kid. 

He likes to ask you to sing. Non verbally, of course. You’re pottering around the cabin when he gently takes you by the hips and stares at your lips. You tilt your head at him, confused. You peck the covered mouth of his mask, assuming he wanted a kiss. It makes his blush, and he appreciates it, but no, that’s not what he wanted. He shyly shuffles his feet and gently touches your lower lip with the tip of his finger. “Oh, you want me to sing?” And then he lights up! 

He’d love for you to dance with him while you sing. Just really slow paced swaying as you lean on his chest and sing to him. It’s so comforting and it’s so nice. He adores those moments.

If he’s on in the woods doing Big Forest Man Things, and he hears your voice? He gets so excited! Well. Also terrified. Please don’t wander the woods without your Big Strong Forest Man. He’s scared for you.

Sweetie. Are you me? I’m the same way! I can’t swim and I’m deeply terrified of water too after something similar when I was younger too! I can’t go to the beach, can’t go to a lake. Can’t do it. It’s too scary! I’ve learned to cope with showers but baths are an absolute no no. Love you, you’re valid and your fear is valid!

Jason with a Aquaphobic S/O

To be honest, even before he knew you were afraid of the water, Jason kept you away from it anyway. He drowned as a kid. He knows how dangerous water can be and he doesn’t want that anywhere near you. 

But if you tell him, or maybe some accident happens that brings it to light. Maybe you’re just walking and the sight of the lake panics you. When he finds out just how scared you are of the water??? He doubles down his protection. 

You will not even have to look at water if he can help it. He takes it a little too literal at first, thinking maybe you’d be scared of your glass of water… It’s sweet when he panics and tries to reassure you that you’re fine as he gently moves the glass away. You have to explain to him that the glass of water will not kill you and you’re fine with it. 

He doesn’t want you to take baths or showers alone. In fact, he’ll insist he’s there. 

Truthfully he was already very clingy anyway - you couldn’t go to the bathroom without him waiting outside like a clingy cat. 

But the point is, now he’s even more overbearing. And it’s good! It helps your fear. If you want a bath, he’ll take a bath with you. He’s not a fan of water and hates them, but if you ever expressed that you wanted one… He’ll bite the bullet. 

You want a shower? He’ll take a shower with you. Showers aren’t so bad! It’s like rain! He’ll just calmly stand in the shower with you and honestly wouldn’t even strip down unless you really insisted. Just stands there in his clothes. Getting soaked. Just to make sure you’re safe.