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evilvvithin · 2 months

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FRIDAY THE 13TH PART VI: JASON LIVES tom mcloughlin, 1986

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sanchomps · 6 months

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happy birthday!

#friday the 13th #ft13 #jason voorhees #slashers #horror #fanart #art folder

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jestinjoculators · 5 months

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Not evil enough to hurt an animal

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seagiri · 6 months

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this halloween is happening on a friday the 13th??

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dukesnukes · 5 months

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JJJGG,,, JASON . ... .

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crims-art · 8 months

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Last week I saw a tweet that said "Friday the 11th" and it featured Jason with a face like this idk it was so cute i finally had time to redraw it <3

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colonelarr0w · 6 months

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hello! can i request a short drabble or headcanons for reboot jason voorhees teaching his s/o how to use a bow and arrow and he does the thing where he stands behind her to correct her aiming and his front is pressed against her back? he isnt doing it to fluster her but she's still like 😳😳😳

Teacher and Student

Pairing - Jason Voorhees x ! Female ! Reader

Plot Description - In order to be safe in a forest riddled with threats, Jason takes it upon himself to show you the usage of one of his personal favorite weapons, a crossbow.

Warnings - mature themes, mention of gore, mention of death, canon violence

Author's Note - Thank you so much for requesting! I adore the idea you've given and had a lot of fun writing this piece. If you'd all like to request anything slasher-related, feel free to! I'm sure I'll get to it when I get the chance, any and all ideas are appreciated. Enjoy!

Word Count - 0.7k

“Are you sure about this honey? I don’t think I’m exactly cut out to be a hunter,” you admit sheepishly, standing a few feet behind Jason, who continues to rummage through a stack of various weapons ranging from dull machetes to sawed-off shotguns. He hums quietly to himself, removing a crossbow from the stack of weapons before he turns himself around to face you, extending his hand to you and waiting patiently for you to take the crossbow from him.

Staring down at the crossbow in his hand, you hesitate for a moment, inhaling and holding the air in your lungs for a moment before you take it from him. He nods to himself, then reaches to take your hand into his own and leads you out of the small cabin he had dedicated to his slew of weapons. You follow quietly behind him, still holding onto the unloaded crossbow.

He leads into a small clearing of the surrounding forest, a clearing untouched by wandering campers or too-horny camp counselors. In its center is a gaggle of mannequins, many of them slashed by various weapons, likely an outlet for whenever Jason’s anger became too much for him to control. Curiously, you tilt your head at the display, watching as Jason releases your hand and moves to position one of the mannequins in your direction.

“Jason, I’m really not sure about all of this,” you say to him, shifting the crossbow in your hands and shivering at the cool night air that licks at your exposed arms. Jason turns to you, shaking his head sternly as he closes the distance between the two of you. He reaches for your hand that isn’t holding the crossbow, turning it over so that your palm faces up.

Pointing his finger downward, he traces shapes into your palm, a common practice he used in order to effectively communicate with you. It’s a singular word, but one with enough weight that you immediately understand just why Jason was doing this with you: safe.

Turning your head to Jason, you smile sweetly at him, reaching your hand up to cup his masked cheek. He leans instinctively into your touch, nuzzling into the palm of your hand before he shifts back, pointing first at the mannequin, and then at the crossbow in your hand. “Oh…right,” you mumble, taking an arrow that Jason offers to you and tilting the crossbow up.

You slide the arrow into the bow, then tilt the weapon and point the riser at the head of the mannequin that Jason had turned for you. The hulking man shifts his position, moving to stand behind you and watching your movements from over your shoulder. “Am I doing this right?” you ask, tilting your head up so that your gaze meets Jason’s. He tilts his head, glancing down at the crossbow for a moment before he shakes his head.

Bending his body so that it molds into yours, Jason’s hand overlaps yours, adjusting your grip on the crossbow. His chest presses into your back, an action that doesn’t fail to fluster you. His hands overlap yours completely, dwarfing you merely with his size. Your cheeks heat with a reddish blush, swallowing the lump in your throat as you follow Jason’s hands, listening to his silent instructions.

“Thanks, honey,” you say sweetly to him, turning your head up to smile at him as he steps back and away from you. He nods in response, relishing the sweet nickname you give to him. You turn away again, lifting the crossbow and aiming expertly, just as Jason had shown you. He watches silently, nodding in approval to himself as you shoot the crossbow, the arrow lodging itself into the mannequin’s head.

You let out a small laugh in response to your accuracy, turning your body to face Jason, who watches you with a sparkle of pride in his eyes. He nods at you, reaching a hand out and patting your hair, a gesture that, while condescending to others, only makes you feel better about yourself.

Jason turns, retrieving another arrow from a small sack that he had stashed somewhere in the clearing. You take it from him, reloading the crossbow and mimicking your position from just a moment ago. With a swirl of pride in his chest, Jason watches, now confident in your ability to protect yourself should he not be there. It soothes him, but of course, he would still do his best to be there always. You were his girl after all, and he would be damned if he let anything happen to you.

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bloodsaw · 11 months

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