It Is Going To Be So Annoying To Create A Masterlist I Gotta Put On My Pinned Goddamn

it is going to be so annoying to create a masterlist i gotta put on my pinned goddamn

May i get a matchup?? I am a quiet, goody two shoes, but I can be pretty stoic and apathic when you get to know me (to most peoples surprise). I am also extremely patient and it's difficult to make me angry or frighten me. I am a hardcore nerd about a lot of things and get very excited about learning new stuff. I write and play video games in my free time and learn of course. I am that person who wasn't getting any sleep, because they fell into some kinda wikipedia rabbit hole, looking up obscure stuff until 5 a.m.

i'm gonna match you with.. brahms heelshire!

your whole personality type is honestly right up his alley, and you would totally nail the.. nanny application.

your patience and fair temperament definitely would help with dealing with this guy. he would obviously do his weird ass watching thing with you, learn what you like, learn what you're like. might take a while (to him), you obviously noticed there is a man in the walls.

once you basically call him out, he guiltily comes out in his gross cardigan, fidgeting and barely able to look you in the eye. you would (hopefully lol) make him shower and wash his goddamned clothes, for once. he had been watching you for a bit as his nanny and obviously developed a soft spot for you.

he's still an obvious brat, though, your fair temperament coming back into play. he eats certain things, has a set schedule... yet, with you, after a bit, would MAYBE try some other things. maybe.

he is a stranger to video games, and would be in wonder with you introducing him to them. he would mostly watch you, even when you offered him to play he rarely does, he prefers to watch you. it's exciting! if it's a scary game, he hides behind you but laughs. it's a fun kind of scared.

he is no stranger to insomnia. but, he has a schedule. so, he would tug you to bed with him regardless, at least to just cuddle up to you and maybe doze off.. if not, at least he gets to cuddle up to you. and if you're on your phone with him in bed at night, he enjoys having you close and watching you look up things.

he asks about some stuff sometimes, and loves it when you look the subjects up. he's happy he can share that with you. ...eventually, you both nod of, usually in weird ass poses, even if it goes against his schedule, or if he wakes up before you. it drives him CRAZY, but having you close and watching you sleep so peacefully makes it worth it.

he is still a total brat sometimes, don't doubt that about him. he even tries to get on your nerves on purpose, but eventually, since you won't react the way he wants you to, he gives up.. and apologizes for it when you tell him to; fixing anything he decided to mess up in his tantrum.

also, keep in mind: true to this guy's nature and.. kind of weird, possessive and protective nature; if you have anyone you don't want near you, if they decide to show up for some reason, they're... not going to last long in this house. hell, he hates it when the delivery guy shows up. they don't usually come into the house.. you kinda make sure they don't, since he gets annoyingly jealous, and way too protective.

after a long time, you might get him to leave the house, maybe. usually, in the garden, or to the shore if it is nice out. it'd take years to have him even think about going into town.

I THINK MY CHAINSAW’S SEXY

i have to watch an entire movie again to answer an ask

ayo if you like this ship get the fuck away from me right goddamn now. right now

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campfire bond (young jason voorhees / reader)

you had barely been at the camp still, but you already made fast friends with jason. you were his best friend in the world, and he was yours. (it melted pamelas heart.)

there was a camp dance, with lights, glowsticks, Hawaiian flower decorations, and a large campfire. he was not afraid of the fire, but.. he didn’t want to go because of the cruelty that was assured to happen.

you had let out an angry huff and began to stomp towards the other kids, but jason held you back. a few times. eventually you sat down with him, reluctantly but respecting his discomfort of being around the other campers. pamela was making some pies in the mess hall where you both were always nearby; hearing you tell him how mad it made you that he was not accepted around any of the camp activities.

 it always warmed her heart hearing you do so, play with him, care with him, and rather be around him rather than the others. that night she decided to go behind the mess cabin, setting up a small fire, hanging up some glowsticks around.

she called you back with the promise of smores (not an empty promise), and your face lit up, taking jasons hands and tugging him towards the glowsticks. he swallowed heavily but let you take his hands and tug him forward.

you laughed, swaying your arms with him until he started to smile and sway with you, bouncing a bit up and down and letting out laughs of his own. the second he got comfortable he jumped up and down with you around the fire, giggling and dancing about until the two of you got tired.

when you both stopped dancing in your own world, sitting down on one of the logs near the fire that was meant for you both, you scooted closer to him, putting your hand on his.

“Jason...” you said a bit quietly, before you looked up at him.

“...You’re my best friend.” the second you said that you could see his eyes water up, with your own doing the same. You both squeezed hands and kind of sniffed a bit; Pamela having watched the whole thing.

She came forward and offered you some S’mores things, leaving you both with them, with the campfire. You both tried to make your own s’mores, but it kept getting messy; The crackers messing up and the marshmallows getting all weird and bubbly. They came out and tasted fine, though, even though most of them got everywhere. You both laughed when the marshmallows accidentally caught on fire a bit too much.

you leaned against him, going back to holding his hand, your fingers intertwined with his. he leaned his head on top of yours. you watched the campfire just for you two crackle down and die before you went to the cabin you and he shared because of pamela.

he always had anxiety and night terrors, and wandered into the same cot as you. pamela was aware of this, and it made her so happy, knowing her son had his best friend to help him with his nightmares. she often draped a blanket across you two sleeping, holding each other.

because of you, she had so many things to be happy about now, for her son. he had a best friend. he had someone to rely on. he had someone. he had a best friend.

he had you.