Jason Voorhees X Reader (16+)

Chapter 19. The Knife.

Laying in bed, you snuggled up to Jason.
You had convinced him to sleep in the bedroom instead of the old shack.

You kissed him goodnight and rolled over to sleep.

Of course you had to stretch because like its a rule of sleeping.
Your hand kind of jabbed Jason's side as you stretched out and you heard him grunt and flinch back. You flip yourself around to face him.

"Are you.... ticklish?" Your eyes widened.
Jason quickly shook his head. If he told you yes then that would mean you have something to mess with him about.

"Okaaay. Goodnight." You said, a mischievous gleam in your eye.

Jason glared at you then turned over on his other side.
You cuddled next to him and put yiur arms around his torso, making him flinch a bit but relax when you just hugged him.

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna tickle you.... yet." You whisper in his ear.

".. ugh...."

You giggle softly and kiss his ear then drift off to sleep.
In the early hours of the morning you felt an empty space where Jason should be.

You giggled a bit and rolled over to check on Blaire who was fast asleep, clutching something. You squint your eyes and touch what Blaire was grasping.
Your eyes widened you grabbed the object, aware of what it was.

You set the kitchen knife down. How did she get that?

You checked Blaire's hands and arms for any possible injuries.

Blaire's eyes fluttered opened and when she saw you she blinked a couple times and then smiled brightly.

"Why did you have that knife?" You muddered.

Blaire held her arms out sleepily and you got out of bed and picked her up.

You walked out to the hallway and into the bathroom to brush your teeth and clean the sleep out of your eyes and Blaire's.

Walking out in the kitchen, you set in her in the highstool and fixed yourself some pancakes and fed Blaire some pieces without syrup.

"Let's keep away from knives." You directed.

You set the kitchen knife in the sink and tried to think of how she could've gotten that.

Maybe Jason.

But Jason was in bed with you.

You smiled when you remembered last night.

"I found out something super interesting about Daddy, Blaire." You smiled, combing her crazy hair down with your hand.

Blaire screeched in delight, pancake bits in her mouth. 

You kissed her head and walked In the living room, turning on the TV to some cartoons. You turned Blaire's chair to the TV and ate while you listened to her babbling at the TV in awe.

Hearing the front door open you pushed your plate back and crossed your arms, resting them on the table. Jason walked in, pats Blaire's head gently, then walks in the kitchen.

"Did you put a knife in Blaire's hands during the night?" You glare.
Jason shook his head no.

"She had a knife... a kitchen knife.... in her hands, Jase." You say with a look.

"You think I put a kitchen knife in our daughter's hands?"

"Well.... no,  but who else could've done it? I was sleeping beside you!" You admit.

Jason shrugged.

"She's not hurt?"

"No."

"Then she's fine."

You rolled your eyes and then pointed to the sink, telling Jason to wash his hands after he's been outside.
He rolls his eyes as well and does as he's told.

You get up, in a mischievous manner, and walk behind Jason. You poke his side, making him quickly turn around. He put his hands on your arms.

"(Y/n)..."

"Yes?" You smiled.

"Stop."

"Stop what? This?" You poke his side again, making him grunt.

"I'm serious."

"No, you're ticklish!" You laugh.

He glared at you then walked to where Blaire was.

"Your mom is being more childish than you." Jason said loud enough for you to hear.

"Hey!" You smiled.

Jason smiled under his mask and picked up Blaire when she stretched her arms towards him. She was a daddy's girl for sure.

Jason sat down and bounced her on his lap, smiling.

She gently poked his mask with her little fingers and then cuddled into his arms, smiling.

"Awe, my two little kids." You leaned against the doorway to the living room.

Jason chuckled a bit, causing Blaire to laugh for no reason. She started smiling and then she just screeched.

"We gotta do something about that screeching." You said, sitting by your family.
Jason doesn't like loud noises so the scream kind of made him flinch.

"Daddeeeeey." Blaire screamed loudly. You looked at Jason who had a distinct look in his eyes.

She talked!

You smiled when you notice Jason was overjoyed.

Then Blaire started crying.

"Lemme change her diaper."  You said, which Jason happily gave her to you.

You set her on the changing table upstairs and soon she was a giggly baby again. You went away for about two minutes to get her a clean shirt and came back. You screamed a bit when Blaire was holding the same kitchen knife!

"Blaire!" You scolded and took it away, making her cry again. You walk downstairs with a screaming Blaire.

Jason tilted his head, confused why she was still screaming.

"She had a knife, again, and I took it away." You huffed. Jason thought for a second and then walked in the kitchen. He came back with a huge knife. Blaire saw it and stopped crying. She held her arms out to Jason, which you passed her to him. He kept the knife out of her reach, but she was calm as ever. Laying on his chest, smiling and falling asleep.

You felt a bit of worry. What if she is gonna be like Jason? Because Jason isn't exactly human, he may of passed that on to Blaire who only finds comfort in sharp objects. Dangerous  objects.

Maybe you should call somebody...

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Ahhh so i had a crazy thought (its not official and may not happen so idk)  what if Blaire had a fascination with knives and grew up to be some what odd but later becomes friends with Laurie Strode 😂. Idk its just a thoughttttt i might not do it and just do a normal Michael x reader. Lemme know what you think :)