His Girl - Jason Voorhees x Reader {Rewrite}

✿Chapter 35: Pleased As Punch✿

A few seconds passed before you were forced to resurface; breaking through the wall of blue and spotting a very distressed Jason waiting for your return. Once you'd splashed through the water however, the male calmed down and released a vexed sound - obviously annoyed with you. Had you been under the water for that long...? Had he been that worried about you...? But you'd spent less than a minute holding your breath - seeing as you weren't very good at it - so how had he gotten that worked up in such a short amount of time?

"Jason? Are you alright?" You questioned fretfully, concerned about his condition. "Is something the matter?" You pushed yourself towards the pier with your arms, wanting to check on the Crystal Lake killer and make sure everything was okay. "What's wrong?"

"D...uh... Do...n...'t..." Jason snapped out in a steely tone, "D...oh...n...'t... d...o... th...a...t..." He demanded severely, clutching his machete incredibly tight and standing by the very edge of the Crystal Lake's pier.

"Don't do what?" You grew confused by his order. "Don't go into the lake...?"

"G...G...ow...uh...n...d...er..." He snarled as he swiped his machete back and forth, probably due to silent irritation.

"Don't go under...?" You frowned and pieced together what he wanted you to do, a bit disappointed when he gave a curt nod of confirmation. "Don't go under the water? B-But it's so much fun-! There's all these brightly coloured fish - which, by the way, are all different types and sizes - and there's gorgeous green plants too! It's all really really pretty!"

"D...uh...D...ay...n...ger...o...us...! Y...ou...m...uh...i...g...ht...d...uh...dr...ow...n..." The killer frantically spluttered - exasperated by your excitement.

"I might drown? But I know how to swim," You let out a few quiet giggles and leant on your back, still eyeing the male with amusement. "See? Everything's okay. Besides, the fish really are great. There's bluegills, and catfish, and yellow perch down there - and that's only naming what I know! You could totally fish up a storm!" You cleverly exclaimed and sat up again, already tired of leaning on your back.

Jason only huffed and spun around on his heel; angered by your actions and scowling sullenly. Was he that overprotective about your safety? Then again... You hesitated, your empathy getting the best of you as you thought back to his past. The killer must be terrified of anyone drowning or losing their lives to the lake here, traumatised by the camp's tragic history. So you couldn't grow mad at him in retaliation - in fact, you just felt even more sorry for him. So much so that you swam closer to the pier and climbed out onto the wooden planks, standing behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist to soothe the slasher.

"I...I didn't mean to make you worry..." You gently spoke, feeling ashamed as you rested your head atop his shoulder. "I only wanted to see the beauty within the lake - please don't be angry at me." Your pleads eventually reached the killer and he turned back around a couple of seconds later; softening up due to your sweet attitude and sentimental personality.

Jason brought you into a fierce cuddle, his crazy concern calming down when he realised that he had nothing to be worried about. "N...eh...v...er...d...o...th...ah...t...ah...g...ai...n...!" He gruffly growled, acting very defensive and tightening his hold on you after he spoke those sharp-sounding words.

"But all I did was hold my breath under the water for a few-" You stopped speaking for a second once you saw Jason's glaring gaze, noticing how aggravated he seemed to be. "Never mind. I'm sorry..." You switched words, intimidated by his irritation and feeling a little unnerved. "I...won't do it again..."

Your soft voice comforted the hockey-masked male enough to stop the annoyance he'd begun to feel; making him realise that you were only interested in the lovely landscape surrounding you both. After all, Crystal Lake's waters were incredibly bewitching - it was only natural you would want to explore them. He couldn't blame you. Besides, the fact that you were staying in Camp Crystal Lake anyway made him happy. The slasher loosened the hug a little - not wanting to hurt you by holding your body too tight - and nuzzled his head/mask into the crook of your collarbone, still relieved about your safety.

"G...uh...G...oo...d-uh..." Jason mumbled roughly, acting like a child while he clung to you and fought against his controlling anxiety.

"Hey..." You tried to think of a way to cheer him up, "...why don't we go have a picnic? I swear it'll be fun, and we can even bring Jasmine along. You up for it?" You questioned with a kindhearted smile - slowly breaking away from the hug and taking ahold of his free hand as a substitute instead.

"P...Pi...c-uh...ni...c..! Pi...c-uh...n...ic...!" He cutely cheered; tugging on your hand and also giving it a few light squeezes. "P...ih...c-uh...ni...c... w...i...th...-uh... (Y.../n...)...!"

"Alright, alright," You rolled your eyes and shook your head - still smiling, "Just let me change out of this swimsuit first, I'd like to wear some actual attire."

Jason nodded and tagged with you back to your cabin, gripping his machete as he continued to stay by your side. "Um...Jason? Remember that conversation we had about you turning around whilst I switched clothes?" You spoke rather pointedly, once you two entered the bedroom - pleased when he obediently turned around again. "I swear I'll be ready in a few minutes, I just have to get dressed."

You opened your drawers, rifled through them for a second or two and then grabbed a random shirt, along with some denim shorts. After slipping on some flat sandals, you let him know that you were ready before you both left the bedroom - you heading into the kitchen area and taking a picnic basket from one of the cupboards. Packing it full of food, you showed Jason the basket and then the two of you went through the front door.

Then Jason slid his first two fingers beneath his hockey mask to whistle; summoning the sweet husky Siberian he owned and waiting rather impatiently. Seconds later, Jasmine bounded towards you both - tail wagging as she panted with excitement. "J...J...-ah...s... mi...ne...! J...-ah...s...m...in...e...!" The killer called his dog's name delightedly, definitely happy that he had not forgotten.

"That's right!" You cheered, "You remembered! Good job, Jason, good job!" You bent down and let Jasmine leap up on your legs, letting go of Jason's hand to tickle the husky Siberian's ears lovingly. "Hey there, Jasmine...you cutie, you~" You murmured in an adoring tone.

"C...Cu...ti...es..." Jason cooed charmingly, bending down with you as he joined in with petting Jasmine. His remark confused you seeing as how he only owned one dog-

...Unless he meant-
"C-Cuties...?" You tried to work the slight stammer out of your voice, pink spreading across your face like lightning while the Crystal Lake killer moved his hand and started to stroke your (h/c) strands. "But there's only one dog and that's Jasmine...Cuties is pl-"

"B...Bo...th...oh...f...y...ou...a...re....c...cu...te..." The male cut across your response with content and gave your hair a tender ruffle, pulling back and waiting for you to continue walking with the picnic basket.

"T-That's nice of you to say, but-" You were about to disagree with his argument, but one flash of his stern stare silenced forced you to backtrack. "I'm sorry...I guess I just...I just haven't had a high opinion of myself. Nobody really complimented me back at the Children's Home, and I still haven't gotten used to people...well, people being nice to me yet." You explained awkwardly, giving Jasmine one final rub behind the ear before straightening up and picking up the picnic basket again.

"C...Co...m...pl...i...me...nt...?" Jason repeated you curiously - not understanding what you'd meant.

"Yeah...I didn't get many..." You mumbled, wondering how to explain it to the hockey-masked man and staring at the ground. "A compliment is like...is like when someone says something nice about you. For example, if someone said "I feel so safe with y-" " You stopped speaking, too embarrassed to continue your example and sentence.

"A...c-uh...om...pl...im...en...t...is...s...s-uh...om...e...th...in...g...n...ni...ce...s-uh...ai...d...?" Jason asked, brightening up as he placed his paw-like palm under your chin and forced your face upwards to look him right in the eye. "T...Th...en...(Y...Y.../n...n...)... i...s...p-uh...re...t...ty..." He complimented you kindly, wanting you to see what he saw and stop beating yourself up.

"R...Really...?" Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates after he said that - secretly pleased by his compliment.

"R...Re...al...ly..."