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[jason-the-mommas-boy]

hello! it’s me again- i loved the what you did with the gifting! (I’m gonna apologize now, I’m on mobile and don’t know how long this is gonna be-) Inspired by the injury prompts, may I get Jason’s s/o going on a walk in the woods and getting caught by some campers? If it could go one of 2 ways (or a third if you get an idea), the campers using s/o as a hostage to get away or kinda stumbling into Jason’s cabin bleeding heavily. Thank you and keep up the amazing work!

im glad that you liked it!! i got an idea and i hope this works for you ! (i didn’t want jason’s precious s/o to get badly hurt - )

JASON VOORHEES SAVES HIS S/O FROM CAMPERS (aftermathlol)

Your head was pounding and your entire body felt sore when you tried to open your eyes. A mind-splitting headache almost immediately punishes you for even trying to see in front of you. You brought a hand to your forehead, attempting to soothe pain in your head as you pushed yourself up from the ground. 

What the hell happened? You are more than sure you didn’t just fall asleep out in the middle of the woods, assuming that’s where you were at the moment with how cold it was. You were sure you didn’t even-

Two cold hands grip your shoulders the moment you sit up completely, interrupting your train of thought. They were firm, but gentle, you notice. A thumb runs over your collarbone. 

You peek an eye, this time much more slowly. Your vision is blurry at first, only focusing itself after a moment, but you could recognize that hockey mask anywhere. 

“Jason?” You croaked out. 

The masked killer brings one of his hands to cup your face and gently caress your cheek, confirming your answer. It was indeed the Jason Voorhees, the killer of Camp Blood, on his knees in front of you. He was holding you like you were a porcelain doll, unsure if any move that wasn’t calculated would break you into tiny pieces. 

You could see the genuine worry in his eyes as he stared you down, your gut boiling with guilt. You absolutely hated making him worry in any way, not because he would hover over you, but just because you knew how completely paranoid he would get. You didn’t mind his hovering, he was only looking out for you after all. 

Jason could not speak, that much you already knew, but you knew he would be asking question after question. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do I need to carry you? Medical attention? 

You nuzzled into his hand, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles to try to ease his worries. “Jason, I’m okay.” 

Jason almost melted at the gesture, he was such a huge sucker for affection, but his concern to make sure you were alright was stronger than his need to fulfill whatever touch-starved fantasies he had. He knew you were stubborn, but he was just as stubborn too.

If you said you were okay, then you should be okay, right? Jason wishes he could believe your words, but he is well aware of how you always underestimated how much pain you were in. Squinting his eyes, he moved his hand on your shoulder away, dead set on his goal. 

You blinked as the heaviness left your shoulder only to feel blood rushing to your cheeks when the cold air hit your stomach. You peak down, finding a Jason peeling your shirt off slightly and putting the fabric to rest on your chest, only leaving your lower torso exposed. His thumb and finger are now prodding at the skin in search for any pain, making you huff in embarrassment. 

You let Jason do his thing, more than trusting with him to know he’s not going hurt you. “What happened?” You asked, not really sure as to what kind of answer you were going to get. 

The hand that was caressing your face leaves to point behind him, making you realize that there were just two dead bodies laying there, each one mutilated to a point you wouldn’t be able to recognize who they were. It wasn’t a complete answer, but Jason was definitely trying to get you in the right direction as he wasn’t necessarily sure himself as to what happened before he intervened. 

All he necessarily knew was that they were going to harm you. Bad. Or use you for other purposes. Considering either of those options made him furious. He hadn’t felt that angry in years, but he knew at that very moment that the two campers were going to die for even thinking, no, trying to use you for their own enjoyment. 

He swallows down his anger, he was not mad with you and he did not want you to get that idea. The intruders were already punished and you were still alive. That’s all that matters right now. 

“I’m sorry, Jason, I really…it’s not coming to my head.” You mumbled, wincing as a finger pushed at a sore spot near your rib cage. He noticed.

It was so difficult to pull any memories that were about your walk in the woods. All the evidence you had were the two dead trespassers bleeding out besides the both of you. Had they tried to hurt you?

 “Was I just laying here?” 

The giant nodded and pushed down your shirt so it would cover your stomach again.

You came to the conclusion that maybe the campers had tried to hurt you? Or maybe knocked you out? It seemed plausible. At least you were fine, more than likely thanks to your boyfriend. 

Besides the sore spot on your torso and headache, you were sure everything else was fine. Jason wasn’t thinking the same, but at least you weren’t bleeding anywhere as far as he could tell. He thought it would be best to check for everything else back at his cabin. He did not want you freezing to death out here in the woods. 

Arms wrapped around you, picking you up from the ground and placed in a killer’s embrace. Carefully standing up as to not irritate your body, Jason adjusts your position so he could carry you bridal style. You weren’t going to argue with him, there wasn’t anyway you were going to win the nonverbal argument anyway. 

Your boyfriend started walking you back to the cabin, keeping you close to him. He wasn’t warm at all, but he was still warmer than the air around you. “I’m sorry for making you worry.” 

It’s okay.

Jason leans down to nuzzle his mask against your head to better convey his response, to which you nuzzled back happily. 

You shouldn’t be sorry, he thinks. It’s his fault that you got hurt. He wasn’t watching for intruders today and it made him feel guilty that you even had to come across them. 

Noticing his mood drop, you smile and pat his chest. “Can my big strong man start a fire once we get home?” You lean up, placing a kiss on his mask.

He nodded, perking up at the compliment. He’s glad he has something to cover his blushing face at the moment. It felt like his heart was gonna jump out of his throat when you called his cabin a home. 

Clinging to you like you could disappear at any moment, Jason realizes just how much you made his undead heart burn with desire. He loves you and intends to keep you safe from all the harmful things in the world. 

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