Gentle giant (Jason voorhees x reader)

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Jason's POV

I felt bad for having to chain her to the bed but it's easier that way. Earlier this morning I went to the nurse station and grabbed a bottle of ibuprofen, grabbed two and headed towards the room she was in. She gave me a very cute frowny face as I approached. I smiled internally as I brushed a piece of hair out of her face. Looking into her mesmerizing e/c eyes I saw pain. She went on saying things like how I would never kill...man how wrong she is. When she asked me for proof of me being me I was at a loss.

I tried to mime with my hands lifting them above me but she seemed uninterested. That's when I had a lightbulb flicker on in my head. As gently as possible I held her wrist pointing to her bracelet then pointed to her. It's been a long time since I've spoken but now just felt right. "Beautiful" I stated with a rough rumbly voice. I nervously stared at y/n while she stared back at me in disbelief. Tears began flooding her eyes as she lunged at me pulling me into a tight hug.

I was taken by surprise. Physical contact. I missed this. Hesitantly I hugged her back careful not to crush her small figure. She wouldn't let go for a good half an hour. I was smiling like the biggest idiot ever in my head. Eventually she pulled away. With my rough hands I wiped her tears. "If this is a dream I never wanna wake up." Her words made my heart pump faster and faster just like when we were little kids again.

Y/n's POV

"I don't understand...how are you still alive? I-I saw you die." Jason just shrugged not talking. That was a wall I hit with him. He doesn't seem to really speak anymore so he got creative with his answers. He taught me sign language when we were kids so that's what he did. He needed to learn because his upper lip was split causing his speech to be a bit hard to understand at times not that it bothered me, I loved it! We used to talk mad shit about the camp counselors in sign.

He made me laugh so much because his hands were so big and it was funny to watch. His chest rose and fell like he was laughing. In the middle of us laughing I reached to grab his mask slightly pulling it off, "Hey why are you wearing this mas-" Jason grabbed my wrist tightly, his eyes showing murderous rage. I winced letting go so did he. I rubbed my wrist confused. He's never looked at me like that before. It was quiet for an awkward 20 minutes until my stomach growled loudly. Jason got up and was about to leave but I cleared my throat loudly shaking my chained leg. He looked back at me and signed 'stay'.

I groaned irritably and scratched my ankle waiting for his to come back. I looked around the room and it was disgusting! Cobwebs everywhere and spiders that are bigger than me! Plus it was super dark. My stomach continued to grumble, that's when jason walked back into the room. He came back with an orange and a granola bar. I looked at him with an "are you serious?" Face. He urged me to take them but I was hungrier than that. "Jason I'm hungry, this is just a snack. I won't get full off of this. Can I cook myself something?" he placed the orange and the granola bar on the bed pointing to it.

"Jason?" I whispered. He got closer and I lowered my voice everytime until he was face to face with me. I grabbed his ear pinching it very hard and with a stern voice I said, "You listen here jason voorhees, I am hungry so you better either get me some real fucking food or let me go so I can make it myself. WHY AM I CHAINED TO THE BED ANYWAY?!!?" I whisper yelled in his ear letting him go. He held his ear and rushed out the door. I let out a much needed sigh. Hopefully I got my message across.

I smiled to myself. I have my friend back, after all those long lonely years I have him back. I still can't believe it! I stretched my body but ended up breaking the bed. "Ah fun". The legs of the bed kinda just gave out. Maybe.I was just too heavy? Nah the bed was probably just very old.

Jason's POV

The way she told me to get her some food sent chills down my spine. That woman, y/n is a terrifying lady. She hasn't changed at all even in that aspect. I rushed out of that room so fast that I hit my head a little from forgetting to duck my head under the door frame. I held my ear. I forgot how damn strong she is.

With shakey hands I got out the bread and ham, lettuce etc whatever you usually put on a sandwich. Wasting no time I speed walked to her room handing her not one but three sandwiches! I thought that would be enough but then I forgot how sh- y/n unhinged her jaw like a hungry anaconda devouring her prey. As mother once said, "it was like an episode of animal planet!" I miss mom...

When she finished eating which was not even 5 minutes y/n burped loudly. Thankfully now y/n had a huge satisfied smile on her face. Out of nowhere she asked me something I wish she hadn't...

"So where's pam?"