#bubbyblurbs

bubbysawyer:

• Nothing. You felt nothing. Nothing to keep you here. Nothing to tie you. It was all just… nothing.
  
• You parked your car and looked at the illuminated sign. Camp Crystal Lake. Whatever.
• You sighed and shoved your body out of the car. Door shut.
• How many times are you going to sigh? Idiot.
• Slump your stupid body against the edge of the dock. And you wait.
• And you wait.
• You feel footsteps, behind you. Finally.
• You wait for the slash of the blade. It does not come.
• You can’t even get this peace.
• A loud, heavy thump beside you.
• It is him. He is here. Why won’t he kill you already?
• He sags beside you. Why won’t he kill you already?
• You wait. The blow never comes.
• A heavy hand. It places itself on your shoulder.
• He smells awful. He slides you close.
• He smells worse.
• He says nothing.
• You begin to shake. Your eyes fill with tears.
• He knows why you are here. You wished for your end.
• He won’t give you that.
• He refuses.
• But he lets you lean into him.
• Your tears soak his filthy coat.
• Your sobs tear through the silence.
• He does not know.
• But he does.
• You are safe here.
• You are home.

bubbysawyer:

Jason Voorhees x Reader: Childhood Friends

• You had met Jason the first day you went to Camp Crystal Lake. You had never seen someone with any kind of deformity before, but it didn’t phase you. Why would it?
• He was shy. Incredibly shy. He barely did anything around the camp, basically just sticking around his Mother. You made sure to visit them both multiple times a day, even if he hid from you behind his Mother most of the time.
• The other kids were constantly making fun of him or talking about him behind his back, and that made you incredibly angry. How dare they talk that way about such a nice boy? He didn’t even do anything!
• A couple of counselors had to break up fights between you and the kids on way more than a couple occasions. Sometimes it was too much for you and you went off on the bad kids. You had hurt a few of them pretty good, though.
• Jason and Pamela both saw the fights and heard some of the things you had said to the bullies. Pamela’s heart swelled that one of the kids had finally, finally accepted Jason for who he was, overlooking his deformities.
• Pamela took you in one day to the nurse’s station and cleaned your scrapes and cuts, telling you how proud of you she was for sticking up for her precious son. She knew he had no friends. He did too.
• Jason’s Mother took him to your cabin one day while the rest of the kids were out on activities. You had been confined to your cabin, alone, for getting into so many fights. And not just for that day, either, you were often suspended from camp activities for being so aggressive.
• They both went to you and Pamela asked you why you were so defensive of Jason with him hiding behind her. You had explained to them both that it was unfair of the other kids to pick on him for no reason. She held her hands to her chest. Finally. Jason could finally have a friend.
• Jason peeked out at you nervously, and you gave him a soft smile, holding your hand out. He looked to his mother, who gave him a nod. He took your hand and gave you one of the purest smiles you had ever seen. And it was infectious, you smiled bigger than you ever did before.
• You both spent the day playing together. Board games, patty cake, hide and seek, tag. You stuck close to your cabin and where Pamela was stationed, just to be safe. But you had more fun than you had ever had at that camp.
• You still got into fights, often getting beaten up trying to keep the other kids away from Jason. Pamela always noticed just in time though and chased them off, since the neglectful counselors barely paid any attention.
• You often had to get patched up. Jason always came over to you when the fights were over and even though you were scraped, bruised, and sometimes even bleeding, you gave him a smile and a hug. No one messed with him while you were around.
• That fateful day though, you were asleep. You woke up and went outside your cabin to Pamela wailing in pain, and scrambled over to her and begged her to tell you what happened. When she did… your heart broke into pieces. You both mourned Jason. You cried so hard you got sick. Your best friend, the best boy you knew, Jason, was gone. He was gone.
• You hated everyone in that camp besides Pamela from that day on. You stuck to her like glue. She was angry. She was so very, very angry. You were sent home due to lashing out very violently at the other kids, but who could blame you? They had basically killed your best friend.
• A few years later, when you were in your late teens, you learned about how Pamela ended up. Your heart broke once more. She was the only one left of his memory. You went to the camp, with roses, and placed them in the lake. But there was a figure behind you…
• You felt the steps on the dock and whipped around, seeing a large man with a bag over his head, and you had been shocked and scared initially but… you saw the man’s eye through one of the holes and your eyes shot open.
• “..J…Jason? Jason?!” you shouted, scrambling up to your feet. He dropped his hatchet he brought over to kill the intruder. It was you. It was you! He ran over to you almost tackling you, crushing you to his chest and sobbing into your shoulder. You wrapped your hands around him and cried too. He was still here. You both cried on each other for quite a while.
  
• After crying so hard and so long you both got headaches, he lead you hand in hand to his cabin. You were so happy.
• He showed you to his mother.. It was unusual, but it didn’t matter much to you he kept a shrine of her head.
• You didn’t care. You didn’t care about what his mother had did. You didn’t care about what he did. You had found him again. And you would never, never let him go.

bubbysawyer:

• 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…