Hi! Could u write a fic about how realistically it would be like to have a relationship with Jason? Thank u!!
āHi! Could u write a fic about how realistically it would be like to have a relationship with Jason? Thank u!!ā
Hi, Anon! You donāt know how much your ask means to me right now. I was so close to deleting this blog and quitting writing forever but thisā¦ this makes me feel good. So thank you so much!
(I also havenāt written in YEARS so itās gonna be a little crusty)
Realistically speaking, Jason cannot exist. Letās just say that flat out. No HUMAN BEING, in this universe at least, can be RESURRECTED from drowning. For the sake of this ask letās just say he survived and became a hermit, living in the woods and feeding off plants, bugs, and animals. Building shelter with his own hands while still living off the land. Where does (y/n) come along you ask? Jason realizes that all the food from the now-dead campers is either rotten or gotten to by the neighboring wildlife.
āIt has been a couple of years since anyone wanted to step foot in the camp, but maybe some canned beans would still be salvageable?ā Jason thought to himself while looking through the pantry of the main hall
Absolutely not. The package dated back to 1943, a year before his own mother was born. He held the dented and rusty can in disgust, even the cockroaches crawling on it wanted no parts of these beans. Jason sighed, realizing not only did he not have any more canned goods, but he had also chased the native population of deer away. Sure there were rats and other animals around the cabins, but he considered some of those animals his friends. He is a Disney Princess at heart after all.
The once full pantry of canned goods and spices mocked him. After years of living in the camp, it never occurred to him that he would run out of food. He held his head low, knowing what must be done. He grabbed the various bills folded neatly on his dining room table and stuffed them in his pockets. The kids that used to come to camp most likely carried some form of cash on them. Jason never thought he would actually use the money, but he thought it was good to keep on hand just in case.
Taking eager but steady paces up the path towards any civilization, Jason had realized how long itās been since heās seen any other person since his last kill a few years ago. The once vibrant camp had folded upon its murderous past. Leaving Jason alone with nature and his thoughts. Jason isnāt this undead, barbaric creature of the night; Heās human. He feels emotions, he would want love and companionship just like any other being on this earth. And just like any other being, he needed food.
The small market came into view quicker than he anticipated. It was early in the morning, the sun barely peeking through the trees as the cool winter air brushed past his nose through the holes of his mask. The last time heās been to any place like this, his mother gripped his hand tightly while slightly dragging his petite body through the parking lot.
Looking around the premises, various holiday themed decor could be found. From colorful Christmas lights to the creaky dancing Santa at the front of the store. A little outdated, being as though the new year had rang in a few days back. However the dingy decorations brought the silent killer a warm feeling within his being. Birds chittered in the sky with joy, bringing a small smile to his face. While the scene had been mundane, Jason had appreciated the sense of normality the atmosphere held. All those years surrounded by nature had taken the reality out of the ever so growing world. The towering trees creating their own dimension, shielding Jasonās small civilization. It was nice knowing that some things on the outside stayed the same. Taking in a small breath, the man walked into the mart. Establishing a small shopping list in his mind.
Y/n was an old soul. Seeing that the smaller things in life were easier to mentally digest. She worked at a veterinary hospital in the middle of nowhere and lived in an one room shack not too far from the camp. Of course itās been properly renovated to accommodate the average human in the 21st century. Adding her own personal touches here and there to make the cabin feel more homey. The young woman went to the mart every week, grabbing groceries, toiletries and sometimes small trinkets to liven her home.
Knowing the malicious past of the area, neighbors and visitors werenāt common. Most of the girlsā social interaction being with her coworkers and the couple that tended to the mart. So it came to quite the surprise when she saw a man, a masked man- but a man no less, browsing the aisles of the small store front. He peaked her interest ,sure, seeing someone out of her usual social circle casually strolling the canned goods aisle would spike some curiosity within anyone. A small surge of energy lurched from Y/nās chest, her normal grocery run had become a little more interesting as the masked figureās head shot towards her. The small bell alerting him of another presence in the store besides the sleeping old man and himself. In a heartbeat, Jason turned his head back to the can of chicken noodle soup in his ginormous gloved hands. Not wanting to bring anymore attention to himself while on his first escapade outside the camp.
Y/n shrugged, continuing on her normal route throughout the store. Glancing out of the corner of her eyes ever so often to check on the man's shopping progress. Oddly, there had not been much. Jason stared at the two cans of soup in his hands with confusion, not understanding the label's content. All this nonsense about āGMO'sā and ācholesterolā had boggled the hermit man's mind. What did any of this mean? Was he going to still be alive after eating this? Millions of questions raced through his mind until he heard a soft voice speak up,
āThis one has more chicken.ā Y/n said as she pointed at the blue can in his right hand.
Jason's head whipped to his right side, spotting the young woman directly next to him. His height easily dwarfing her own, almost scaring him. The last time he was this close to another human, they were begging him to spare their life. His heart rate sped up at such close proximity, body stiffening at the sight of the young woman's supple hand pointing at the can in his hand. Reading his body language, Y/n retracted her arm quickly and took a step away from man, granting him more personal space.
āSorry,ā she blurted, āThis is one of my favorite brands, plus it's cheaperā she shrugged.
Jason nodded, putting the red can back on the shelf and the other in his cart. Y/n following suit by grabbing her own cans. The woman continued shopping for her canned goods while the manās eyes continued to follow her actions around the aisle. This interaction had been the only positive one he had in years and he craved more.
He turned back to the shelves in front of him, reaching for two cans of beans. Both containing the same content but sporting different logos, he looked back to the woman who had just glanced over at him to spark conversation again. She smiled and pointed at the one in his left hand, Jason smiled and put it in the cart. The went on for the rest of the shopping trip, Jason wordlessly holding up two of the same product and Y/n pointing at the better one.
Once checked out with their products, Y/n and Jason walked out of the shop with their hands full with bags. They both strode towards the yellow, two door Fiat in the almost empty parking lot. Placing her bags in the trunk, Y/n looked back at the man standing at a respectable distance before her.
āMy nameās Y/n by the way.ā she spoke brightly, half expecting him to respond.
A few seconds passed by and the man swallowed thickly, nerves bouncing as his throat cleared up enough for him to speak.
āJason.ā the disgruntled voice spoke softly.
Y/n smiled as she shut the trunk to her car. āWell, Jason. Donāt be a stranger, if you ever need anything, Iām usually in the small cabin over that way.ā She pointed in the direction of her humble home.
Jasonās chapped lips formed into a small smile underneath his mask, reaching his eyes. He simply nodded and started walking back towards his home. Y/n looked at the man longingly as he strode, the warm feeling in her body never once fading even as she made the short drive back to her place. Something about the masked man made her feel fuzzy and humble. So every Sunday for the next few weeks, Y/n excitedly walked into the mart hoping to see her new friend. The first week after their first meeting, Jason didnāt appear. Neither did he show the week after that. Almost a month of not showing up to the mart, Y/n gave up hope of ever seeing the mysterious man again. He must of been a traveler, or a random passerby man looking for some food for a trip, she thought. Soon the fuzzy feeling started to fade in Y/nās body, almost dissipating entirely at the sight of the empty market aisles. She sighed heavily through her nose, grabbing a cart and starting her usual routine around the store.
A bell chimed, signaling the arrival of another customer entering the store. Y/n paid no mind to the sound and pushed her cart to round the corner into the next aisle, eyes searching for an item on her grocery list. Looking up on the top shelf for her box of cereal, she spotted him in all of his masked glory. He had cleaned up a bit, the ragged shirt he sported the last time they had met had now been replaced with a semi-clean flannel button up. An olive green heavy coat wrapped snugly around his frame, and of course his infamous cracked and battered mask sat on his face, bringing out his baby blue eyes. His figure heavily contrasting with the red and pink Valentines Day decorations surrounding the store.
Y/nās eyes shone brightly, excited to see her new found friend once more. They stared at each other for a moment, then both looked away bashfully. Jason made careful steps towards the aisle Y/n had planted herself in, once face to face they made eye contact once more.
āHi.ā Y/n spoke meekly, resisting the urge to speak more than that.
āHello.ā Jason rumbled with his baritone voice. His eyes looking at her figure, then to her cart. Searching for something to spark conversation.
Pointing to the yellow box of cornflakes, Jason looked at her with curious eyes. The woman blinked at once and nodded, āThose are good but,ā she stepped back to gesture to another box, āThese are the best.ā
Once again they went through the same process of shopping and once they found themselves back in the semi vacant parking lot, y/n spoke up again.
āDo you need a ride home?ā She questioned, hoping to spend more time with the masked shopper. The question lingered in the air for a hot second before Jason finally answered.
āNo.ā He rasped with a twinkle in his eyes. Y/n nodded and continued to pack her things into her car.
Jason waved to the woman and continued on his path back to the camp.
Some weeks later, Y/n sat in the living area of her home, enjoying her favorite hot beverage and watching some movie sheās seen a million times before. Valentines Day was one of those days that have never had that much of an affect on her. This year would have been no different if it wasnāt for a certain masked man. After their last encounter, the two had seen each other every Sunday. Slowly becoming close with one another. Once she had dropped a bag of pretzels as she went to pick them up and they both went to pick it up at the same time. Classic and clichĆ©. Her heart pounded as their hands met, heat rising to her chest. She thinks about all the awkward encounters she had with this man, making her heart flutter all over again.
She munched on said pretzels as the screen of her television lit up the dark room. It was a dark winter night, no where near late. At least a little after 5pm as a knock sounded upon Y/nās door. The woman jumped in her seat in confusion and shock, she surely wasnāt expecting any visitors. She crept to the front door nervously and slowly. Once her finger touched the door knob a wave of realization came over her, her grocery store friend was always welcome to her humble abode. She excited swung open the door, meeting the eyes of exactly who she thought it was.
āHi!ā She greeted with a slight breath. Taking the man in, she noticed the three single flowers, half dead, all varying in shape and color.
āHi,ā the man rasped meekly, Y/n stepped to the side and offered him to come inside her home. He happily did so, the warmth of the cabin warming his cheeks. Once inside Jason pushed his giant hands that engulfed the flowers towards her. She smiled brightly and took them gracefully. The delicate petals slowly withering way but the sentiment was still there.
āThank you.ā She beamed.
From then on, Jason came over to her house almost every day. With her cooking him meals, patching his tattered clothes and just simply spending time together. Jason never really wanted her to come to the camp, in fear of her retracting her feelings. But Y/n fully knew who Jason was, it never bothered her one bit. If anything, knowing of his traumatic past made her heart yearn for him more. The days went on and Y/n and Jason did almost everything together, from watching T.V, to her favorite activities. Their relationship went without saying much. When Jason would come home with wounds and battered clothes after doing his job at the camp, sheād patch him up with light tskās for being too rough on himself. His mask, while although gave him comfort, came off while he was with Y/n. The feeling of hiding completely dissolved from his mind when he was around her.
Jason truly loved Y/n, referring to her as his Little Dove and her calling him various names such as Big Guy, Hubby and Bear. Y/n came to find that Jason was a greatly touch starved. Always finding some way to be close to or on her. Hand holding, thigh squeezing, head caressing were always happening when Jason was near. Things never seemed to go farther than that. Sex being something they havenāt found themselves bringing up often, if ever.
Y/n loved to walk around the camp, taking in the scenery and breathing the ever so fresh air. Jason keeping guard of course, not wanting anything to go south. All in all, the relationship between the two flourished with every day the spent together. Of course there were some bumps but never anything that could cause the two to separate. With Jason being extremely clingy and couldnāt stand the sight of her even slightly upset with him.
Thank you, Anon for this ask. This has brought the writer out of me that has been in hiding for the past few years. If you want more, please feel free to send it to me! Thank you for taking the time to read, I hope enjoyed. :)
