Gentle giant (Jason voorhees x reader)

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Y/n's POV

"So where's pam?" I asked not knowing that my question had triggered jason. He sorta just froze. He stared at the floor looking deep in thought as if he was remembering something painful. Softly I tapped his shoulder trying to get his attention. He looked into my concerned e/c eyes and I could've sworn I saw a tear roll down his cheek through the eye hole of his mask. Deciding not to push further I pulled him into a hug and laid him on my chest to comfort him.

He was tense at first but he eased into it. I just realized how big he is now compared to me! Jason was almost two times my size! He was kinda heavy too but I didn't mind. Jason nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck. I giggled a bit 'what a big baby' thinking to myself. Not long after he started to get tense again, I shook him but I didn't really get a response he just sat up and started moving away from me. As he made his way out of the room he banged his head into the wall! It made me giggle, he is still a strange guy.

Jason's POV

When y/n pulled my head into her chest I was at a loss for words. She may not have changed personality wise but she sure as hell changed physically! Y/n was a woman now! I felt my face get really hot the more I thought about it. I moved my head up slightly so now my head was in the crook of her neck. I am always cold but she was so warm. It was like I was hugging a heated teddy bear.

I feel horrible absolutely horrible about what I did. My body betrayed me...I felt my pants getting a bit tight. I was so confused I didn't know what was happening! Well I did...but this is y/n! She's my childhood friend, my "buddy buddy" can't get excited by her that's I-I...' I'm somewhat on top of her'. That was when I immediately shot up and banged my head into a nearby wall. 'Nonononono!' I mumbled to myself mentally.

I feel like a disgusting pervert, mother always told me to be a gentleman. Not so gentleman right now. I looked back to y/n and she started to snicker. My face turned even more red. Oh no I think she knows what's going on! Subtly I left the room then headed to the bathroom. I have never touched myself and I am not going to start now! I waited in that bathroom for a long time until it went away by itself. When I shyly walked back into the room she was asleep.

The sight warmed my heart, she wasn't an "elegant" sleeper but she was super cute. Her hair was in her face and her snoring shook the whole damn room! I chuckled to myself and sat in a chair in the corner of the room. Soon I felt myself begin to fall asleep as well. Though I will admit was a slight challenge from all y/n' s snoring. When my eyes fluttered open y/n was there sitting at the end of her bed staring at me.

I was a bit startled to say the least. I signed "hi?" Her eyes filled with tears once more. "It really is you...it wasn't a dream?..." Standing up I walked over to her pulling her into a hug careful not to hurt her. She clung onto me for dear life as if I could disappear at any moment. Not trying to ruin the moment but I heard voices outside the window! I let go of y/n, grabbed my machete and marched out of the cabin to hunt down those damned trespassers!

Y/n's POV

The way he just got up and left...with a machete made me feel uneasy. The story. What if Jason really was a killer? No. Jason is a big sweet teddy bear! He wouldn't hurt a fly. However when he finally came back an hour later (yes I counted) he was dirty, covered with blood and smelled of metal. I tried to keep my cool but me being blunt I let it out. "Jason..?" He looked at me, gently placing down his machete. "You need a shower. When was the last time you did your laundry or cleaned?" I looked around pointing to all the spiders.

"These damn spiders are bigger than you, damn it!" Jason's shoulders vibrated as he laughed quietly. The damn guy had the nerve to sign to me, "you want me to shower then?". I totally forgot what I was going to ask him about. Now I really did want to know if he showers and cleans. "Jason fucking Voorhees I will break this shackle and personally woop your ass, yes take a fucking shower!" All he did was laugh and wave me off. The nerve!. He left once again coming back in not even five minutes.

"Did you shower?" I asked. He nodded showing me his hands. I looked closer and saw that all he fucking did was wash his hands. I fluttered my eyes at him not saying a word. Without breaking eye contact I pulled my foot out of the shackle. (huh why didn't that work before?!) I made my way around until I found the bathroom, surprisingly it was in decent condition. I started the water and Jason seemed to catch on. "Come on Jason" I urged.

He turned on his heels and started walking away. Oh no you don't motherfucker! I raced after him grabbing jason by his arm. The lumbering guy in front of me turned around to see absolute menace in my eyes. I saw him shiver, in defeat he followed me to the bathroom. I pointed towards the shower telling him to get in. He looked at me and started taking off his shirt... "Wow..." I mumbled under my breath.

"Jason..." He turned to me revealing his super ripped chest that was decorated with scars. I inhaled and yelled "HOW ARE YOU SO FUCKING RIPPED BRUH?!" Jason looked down at his chest and flexed making my kitty meow meow to go purrrrr. Jason was about to take his pants off but in a sudden realization I blushed and tried to walk out. Jason grabbed me by my shoulder signing to me that he could never reach his back. My face was red as could be.

"Y-you want me to s-stay?" He nodded and proceeded to undress. I looked up at his back the whole time sometimes glancing at his butt...like gawd damn he thick. His back felt rough in some places but in other places it felt super smooth. While I helped him I couldn't help but wonder about my earlier question. Where's Pamela? As I washed his back in silence he started signing me something. I peeked over at his hands, what he said made my heart drop.

"Mom is dead..."