Continue. (Jason)

Continue. (Jason)

He lifted you up, from the dock. Took you off guard and you clung to him, embarrassingly, but, whatever.

He still smelled revolting. It didn’t really bother you, somehow.

He gripped you to his person, making your face accidentally smush into his neck. He still smelled. Why didn’t it bother you?

He began to move, and your nails dug into him. He didn’t seem to notice or care.

You looked over at where he was taking you... a small cottage.

His cottage.

You didn’t get a moment to react before he brought you inside and put you on a ratty couch.

He motioned for you to stay put as he reached over and grabbed a dirty blanket, draping it over you.

You could still see his good eye, watching you.

He almost looked... sad.

You reached up and put your hand on his arm, and noticed how he tensed.

You asked him to lie with you... and he froze for a moment.

Just a moment. Why was he waiting so long..?

Jason shook it off and picked you up again, over his shoulder and then into his lap, sitting onto the couch with you on his lap.

He seemed... nervous.

He still smelled disgusting.

You could feel the beat of his undead heart.

You rested your head right above his heart, and gripped his coat, nodding off.

He noticed.

He didn’t sleep, he didn’t need to, nor did he want to.

Instead he watched you. He watched you breathe him, even though he smelled horrid.

He wanted you.. near him. And he would make sure you would be.

How wonderful it is, to find someone like this...

Hilarious Halloween.

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writing a thomas hewitt/reader about self harm scars. or attempting to

just some jason gifs i’ve made. i’ll make more, i always do

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