IT'S LITERALLY STORMING OUTSIDE WHILE I'M WRITING THIS.
Jason stared out of the bedroom window as the rain poured heavily. he placed his hand on the glass, grunting lowly. Jason wasn't to fond of the rain. "Jason." you called out, Jason looking back at you. "You can't stare out of the window all day," You insisted. Jason sighed, walking away from the window.
He takes a seat beside you in the bed, making it creak as he sat down. Looking over at you, Jason patted his lap. you stared at him in confusion. He patted it for a second time, you then understood what he meant. You crawled over to Jason, him picking you up and placing you on top of him. you laid down on his chest, wrapping your arms around him as you closed your eyes.
Your favorite place to sleep was probably on top of Jason. he was like a husky bear and a comfy bed all in one. he placed his large hands on your back, sighing as he leaned his head back. despite him being a hostile murderer, Jason was the best at cuddling. it was basically a profession.
you prayed that the rain would never end, knowing that he would probably be out killing if it weren't for the weather. he wrapped his arms around you tightly, squeezing you.
MIGHT DO SOME JASON SMUT LOLS
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You wish this was you, huh? ( slasher headcanons & oneshots )
RomanceFor Lonely readers willing to marry, worship, and devote their existence to fictional serial killers who would mercilessly rip their lungs out with no second thought. ( I wish someone could go to therapy for me). Some parts of this book have been de...
