Summary: Jason Voorhees has only ever known fear and cruelty, until you. You don’t run. You don’t scream. Instead, you leave flowers by the lake and whisper soft words into the wind.
The world had never been kind to Jason.
He had known fear before he had even understood what it meant, seen it in the way people screamed at the sight of him, in the way they ran, in the way their eyes filled with horror as they gazed upon the monster they believed him to be.
They never looked deeper, never saw beyond the mask, beyond the scars, beyond the silence and the mask.
And then, there was you.
You weren’t supposed to be here.
Crystal Lake wasn’t a place for outsiders, not anymore.
It belonged to the ghosts, to memories, to the vengeful force that kept its borders clear of the living. But you came anyway, drawn by something you couldn’t name.
At first, Jason watched from a distance.
He had spent years in the shadows, becoming one with them, learning how to be unseen. He expected you to leave, to take one look at the abandoned cabins and whisper the same fearful stories that had kept others away. But you didn’t.
You stayed.
You walked along the lake.
And then, one day, you left something behind, a single flower, carefully placed at the edge of the water.
Jason didn’t understand at first. Was it an accident? A meaningless gesture?
But when he found another the next day, and then another, something unfamiliar started inside him.
You weren’t afraid.
You should have been.
But you spoke to him, even when he didn’t answer.
“I know you’re there.”
The first time you said it, Jason almost left.
But you didn’t chase him.
You didn’t try to find him.
You simply sat by the lake and talked, your voice gentle as you spoke of things that didn’t matter.
No one had ever spoken to him like that. No one had ever spoken to him at all.
He told himself it was nothing, that you would leave like everyone else, that you were just another momentary presence in a world that had never been meant for him.
But then, one evening, as you walked through the woods, you tripped on an exposed root, falling hard against the ground.
Jason moved before he could think.
He caught you, his hands large and unsteady, his body tense as if expecting you to recoil the moment you realized what had happened.
Your skin was warm beneath his fingers.
Too warm. Too soft.
It had been so long since he had touched another person since anyone had been this close.
He waited for you to scream, to pull away, to look at him with that same wide-eyed horror.
But you didn’t.
Instead, you exhaled, your hands bracing against his chest as you steadied yourself. And then, so gently he almost didn’t believe it, your fingers brushed against his wrist.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
Jason flinched.
Not because he was afraid, but because he didn’t know how to process something so foreign.
Kindness.
He stepped back, disappearing into the trees before he could see the look in your eyes.
But you didn’t stop leaving flowers. You didn’t stop whispering soft words into the night.
And Jason didn’t stop watching.
Days passed. Then weeks.
You were determined, and patient in a way no one had ever been with him.
Slowly, cautiously, Jason let himself be seen.
First, just shadows at the edge of your vision. Then, his figure stood farther down the shore as you sat by the water.
And then, one day, he let you approach.
He never spoke. You never asked him to.
Instead, you sat beside him, close enough that he could feel your warmth but not so close that he felt trapped.
"Do you want me to leave?" you asked one evening, your voice soft as you turned to him.
Jason knew he should nod.
That would be the right thing, the safest thing. But he didn’t.
You smiled then, something small, and it was the first time Jason wondered if maybe, just maybe, the world hadn’t been entirely cruel.
The first time you touched his mask, he stopped breathing.
It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t anger.
It was deeper, something raw.
Your fingers were careful, tracing the edges of it with curiosity, not force. And when your hand dropped away, you didn’t try to take it off.
You simply looked at him, really looked at him, as if trying to see the man beneath the legend.
“You don’t have to hide from me,” you murmured.
Jason didn’t know how to answer, so he didn’t.
But later that night, when he found himself standing by your cabin, watching the soft glow of your lantern flicker through the window, he realized something terrifying.
He didn’t want you to leave.
He didn’t want to be alone again.
And for the first time in his life, Jason Voorhees understood what it meant to love.
Not the kind of love found in whispered promises or gentle words, Jason had never known those things, never needed them.
Love, to him, was something unspoken.
It was the way he lingered near, ensuring you were safe. It was the way he stepped between you and danger without hesitation. It was the way he let you touch him, let you stay, let himself believe that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t doomed to be alone forever.
So when the day came that someone tried to take you from him—when they entered his woods with cruel laughter and careless threats—Jason didn’t hesitate.
They would not take you.
They could not.
And when it was over, when the threat was gone, Jason expected you to fear him.
Instead, you reached for his hand.
"You're not a monster," you whispered, squeezing his fingers in reassurance. "Not to me."
Jason had no words. He never did. But when he pulled you close, when he let himself feel the warmth of your body against his, when he let you hold him like he was something more than a nightmare, he knew.
You were his.
And he was yours.
No one would ever take you from him again.
~Masterlist~
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I found this one at the very bottom of my docs. I thought I posted it, but I was wrong, so after a brief read and edit, I got it ready to be posted :) (Sorry for the lack of writing, I’m trying hard, but I'm still trying to climb over my writer’s block :/) I hope you all enjoy! :)
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“Where the hell is all my gear?”
Your brows furrowed together in confusion while you stared into your empty uniform showcase, wondering who took your uniform. All of your weapons were gone from their designated hooks; they even took your communicator that kept track of all your missions and routes. They didn’t even bother to close the glass door or turn off the lights inside to cover up their tracks, there was a bunch of evidence around you, but you still didn’t have the slightest clue.
The sound of numerous footsteps and talking met your ears and caused you to turn around swiftly to see Dick, Jason, and Damian enter the Batcave with cheeky smiles on their faces. They were so involved in their conversation that they didn’t acknowledge your presence that was only a few feet away from them.
“Really? Her? I would’ve thought—”
“Hello boys,” You made your presence known, walking in front of them slowly, trying to see if the culprit was in front of your eyes, “What brings you down here? I thought Bruce said that he gave you all the night off?”
The boys' attention was immediately brought to your small form in front of them. They eyed you up and down, taking in your tense demeanor, trying to figure out what had gotten you upset. Dick and Damian returned your confused state while Jason’s face remained calm while he stared at you in the eyes and giving you that goofy smile that you loved so much.
“Bruce received a surprise mission and he’s sending us to take care of it,” Jason folded his arms over his chest in a loose manner, “What are you doing down here? I thought you were supposed to be upstairs resting?”
“Alfred cleared me earlier this morning,” You stated with pride, looking at them with half-smiles as you continued your search, “I came down here ‘cause I thought I heard a noise, so I decided to investigate… so far, no culprit…”
Dick raised his hand to state that you couldn’t have possibly heard a noise from the manor as the only access was from an elevator, but when Jason placed a hand on his shoulder, he put his hand down as he knew that his younger brother had caught you, his charming partner, in a lie. He didn’t address it at first; he let you believe that you had fooled them in order to see if you would let it slip on why you were really down in the Batcave.
“Oh okay, well good luck trying to catch it, whatever it is that you heard,” Jason said with a hint of mirth as he walked passed you, letting his large hand cup your shoulder with a pat before making his way to get suited up with Damian and Dick, “just don’t stay down here too long, I don’t care if Alfred cleared you or not, you should still be resting.”
“Well, actually, now that the three of you are down here, I did notice that, uh, my uniform is, uh, missing from its showcase,” You brought yourself to stand right in front of Jason once again, not letting him advance further to his own uniform; he waved Dick and Damian to go on ahead while he stayed to talk, “You wouldn’t happen to know what happened to it by chance?”
“Nope, not a clue. You were the last person to wear it, and if I’m not mistaken, the only person to wear it, so shouldn’t you know where you put it?” Jason kept his facial expressions neutral as he stared down at you. His tone was dripping with sarcasm, and it didn’t bother you that much, but all you wanted was the person who took it.
“Well, I came down here earlier and seen it sitting perfectly in it case, and now I come back down and it’s missing…” You placed your bandaged hand on your hip gently, being careful not to put too much pressure on it; it didn’t dawn on you right away, but things were clicking together in your mind, “right around the time you, Dick, and Damian are going out on a mission. Isn’t that crazy?”
Jason’s eyes roamed around the empty case as if he was conducting his own investigation before letting his semi-serious gaze return to your face to see that you were starting to get irritated with the lack of new information on your missing suit. He placed his hands upon your shoulders to move you out of the way gently so he could get ready as Dick and Damian were already waiting on him.
“That is crazy. I’m sure I haven’t seen it,” Jason poked himself in the chess with an innocent look, but you weren’t buying into it; your boyfriend liked to play games and even with you being his partner, you didn’t make the exception. He turned to the other boys and asked them out of curiosity, “You two haven’t happened to see their suit anywhere, or did you guys move it?”
They both shook their heads, which made you laugh in disbelief at the lack of progress you were making in your investigation. You walked away from Jason to lean against the empty case to think about your options. You knew someone from inside the manor had to have taken it cause Bruce always has the cave on lockdown when not being occupied.
“I already asked Bruce and Alfred about it and they said they didn’t touch it at all, Tim is too cracked out on coffee and involved on his computer to come down here and actually do something, so it just leaves you three.” You eyed them with suspicious intentions, Jason just laughed as he threw his jacket on and went to retrieve his weapons that were in his lockbox.
“I don’t understand why your suit is so important right now, you literally are just coming out of recovery from our last mission that almost left you completely crippled, the suit should be the last thing on your mind and rest should be first.” Jason reprimanded you indirectly once again for not getting your rest; he cares about you way too much to let you do stupid things.
“Oh, enough talk about the last mission, it was one slip up, that was it, you were occupied and I thought that if we didn’t catch that guy, all our intel would’ve been gone.” You admitted, shrugging your shoulders, “I didn’t think that there would be those brutes in the other room waiting for us.”
Jason pinched the bridge of his nose while images of your battered body from the previous mission crept into his mind, “Yeah, that’s your problem when you put your suit on and go out, you don’t think, just act. That one slip up could’ve killed you and you are failing to realize that,” He walked over to the Batcomputer to get his communicator, “When I saw you on that floor, all bloodied and bruised… I thought you were dying—you were very lucky I got there in time.”
You stood silent as you let his words sink in. When you became his partner, he confessed that he didn’t want you to fight alongside him because it could get messy mixing two lifestyles together, but you reassured him you had what it takes. He never once shied away from telling you that he would do whatever it takes to keep you from hurting yourself any more than you might’ve on or off duty and that is when it hit you like a ton of bricks. All of your confusion turned into annoyance and slight anger as you stared at him in disbelief.
“You took it.”
“What? I told you I—”
“You always said that you would do whatever it takes to stop me from hurting myself any more than I already was and that’s what you’re doing now. You took my gear because you don’t want me to leave the cave or the manor. You told me this the first time I got hurt and now after my last mission, you took my stuff. I want it back; where did you put it?” You demanded, your voice getting rougher as you approached him.
Jason sighed in defeat as he let his head hang low before turning upwards in the boys' direction to tell them that you were good at these types of things. He brought his attention back towards you, but his gaze was rougher and his demeanor was intimidating.
“What I did was right and you know it too. I saw you this morning wincing when you just had to turn a doorknob. How the hell are you gonna scale walls and fight when you can’t even open a damn door?” He was getting worked up as he matched your level of irritation.
“That was this morning, I’m better now and you had no right to take my stuff, you could’ve at least talked to me first before resorting to this, I might’ve agreed with you.” You pushed his shoulder with your fingers as you were trying to show that you were getting worked up. You winced slightly as your wrist felt the firmness of his chest traveling through your hand.
“I took it from you because I knew you would go behind my back and go out and possibly get yourself killed. You’re stubborn and I have to find ways to deal with it so you don’t end up doing something stupid.” His voice was heavy and his tone was almost threatening; you were a bit nervous that this whole suit thing blew up into some ridiculous fight. Jason never got this mad at you, but you really did know how to work him up.
“Dick, Damian,” You said their names with such anger that they looked at you with wide eyes as they dreaded hearing their names come off your lips, “I know this is all coming from our last mission, but if you were working with me and that happened and would you talk to me about it or play some childish game like Jason here?”
They both looked at each other and Damian nudged Dick to be the spokesperson for the both of them, “In all honesty, (Y/N), I agreed with what Jason did, given that I do know that you can be a bit hard-headed when it comes to following rules. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt again either.”
“You’re taking his side.” You threw your hands up in the air in disbelief. Even your close friends couldn’t support you when you needed them.
“This isn’t about sides…” Jason pushed, trying to usher those two to the car they would be taking.
“—I can’t believe you! What next? You lock me in my room like a misbehaving child—”
“—You could have died!” In the aftermath of the shout, the silence seemed deafening. Jason took a step closer, grabbed a hold of you, pulling you into his warm embrace, cradling your fragile form. “You could’ve died,” he spoke softly. “I nearly lost you. If you want to make this about sides, I’m on whatever side keeps you alive. Can’t you see that?”
This whole argument struck a chord deep within Jason and he finally expressed his true fear of losing you. You didn’t want to bring it this far, but it happened. While Jason cradled you in his arms, you swayed the both of you as you were thinking of ways you could apologize to him for making him get mad at you over your suit.
Jason kissed the crown of your head while he pulled away to look you in the eyes with compassion. He flashed his goofy smile at you to lighten the mood of the room before grabbing his communicator off the computer top.
“Look, Jason, I’m sorry, I really—”
“Just save the apology for when I get back. Just don’t think too much on it, for now, if you want, we can talk about it when I get back, but for now, I really gotta go before Bruce finds out that we haven’t left yet.” Jason pointed at the ceiling and rolled his eyes, which made you chuckle, “Just listen this once and go back upstairs and get some rest. Keep the bed warm for me.”
You folded your arms across your chest as you were calming down, “Alright, but when you get home, will you give me my suit back?”
Jason turned back around and gave you a look that could kill before letting it melt away to reveal a smirk, “You really are stubborn are you?”
A smile crept onto your face as you quickly ran up to him and gave him a peck on the lips and wishing him good luck and to stay safe as well as the rest of his brothers. He gave you a light tap on your butt and only pointed to the elevator with a playful, yet serious gaze. You backed away from him slowly while you waved goodbye before making your way to the elevator and taking it all the way up to the manor.
You were happy that you had finally found firm footing with Jason, but even happier—if you had to be truly honest—that you found your suit. While you continued to think of the words of apology to Jason, you made your way up the stairs and crawled right into your bed and buried yourself under the plush blankets with the t.v. remote in your wrapped hands, ready to begin resting. You were going to wait up until Jason got back; he never said that you should get some sleep, just rest and that could mean a whole lot of other things.
Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven Part One
Summary: The Void is a hellish place filled with screams that echoed throughout the place at all the hours of the night, and where pain is a very close friend. You’ve spent your entire life in the Void, having been there since you were ten and you’ve just recently gotten a new cellmate… Who’s a little more hopeful than you are that either of you are going to make it out of this place alive. Though you have to admit that maybe his hope is rubbing off on you because you slowly find yourself hoping that the two of you do get out of here.
~One week and three days later~
“Alright, do you remember the plan?” You asked Jason as you paced the length of the cell clenching and unclenching your hands to stop them from shaking and in a vain attempt to calm your frantic nerves.
“You alright?” Jason asked his voice full of concern. You froze mid-stride hands clenched into fists at your side and your eyes were trained directly on the wall. Your hands were beginning to shake as you stared at the wall and you had to close your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths as you slowly unclenched your hands and shook them out before spinning to face Jason, your eyes snapping open.
“You didn’t answer my question.” You stated and Jason pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against. He was still a little unsteady and tense in his movements but he was able to move and walk without looking like he was about to pass out which was good enough for you.
“Neither did you.” Jason countered as he walked up to you and you took a couple of steps back. The last thing you needed right now was to have him within touching distance, you could barely keep it together as it was who the hell knew how you would react if he touched you.
“Yeah well… I asked you first.” You fired back and Jason rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest and took another step towards you.
“Yes I remember the plan, now are you alright?” He asked again, his tone soft and slow like he was talking to a child who didn’t understand what was going on. You glared at him as you crossed not taking a step back from him and staring him directly in the eyes. You gripped your elbows as you stared at him desperately trying to stop yourself from shaking, now that you had stopped moving it felt like everything had gotten worse. It felt like you couldn’t breath, like your throat was threatening to close up, and your hands wouldn’t stop shaking no matter how hard you gripped at your elbows, and your eyes were burning with unshed tears and you didn’t understand why your body was acting like this and you just wanted it to stop. But it wouldn’t no matter how hard you tried and how hard you tried to breathe your body wouldn’t stop shaking and you just wanted it to stop.
“-(Y/N)?” Jason asked his hand touching your shoulder causing you to jump and flinch back from him your eyes snapping to him, wide and startled as you stared at him. Jason’s face morphed into a look of concern as he reached out and gently squeezed your shoulder before loosening his grip.
“(Y/N), are you alright?” He asked his tone kind and gentle as he stared at you. You blinked a couple of times before taking a step back.
“Yeah, of course, I’m alright. Why wouldn’t I be ok? You remember the plan so let’s just get this started alright? The guards will be here any minute.” You rambled out, not thinking about what you were staying as you turned and walked away from him heading towards your corner.
“Hey, wait, (Y/N) wait I’m serious are. You. ok?” He asked as he reached out and grabbed ahold of your shoulder, spinning you around so you were facing him again. This time he didn’t give you a chance as he grabbed your upper arms and held you in place. You were startled by the genuine concern you saw in his eyes as he stared at you and you ignored the growing warmth or the happy little flutter that spread throughout your stomach at the concern.
“Do you want an honest answer? Or a lie?” You asked him and he gave you a deadpan expression.
“The truth (Y/N) are you ok with doing this? Because if you’re not then we don’t have to do this. We can do this later, I can wait a little longer, I promise you we don’t have to do this today if you’re not ready.” Jason said and you knew what he meant, that he honestly meant it and that… utterly terrified you because no one had given you a choice before on what you wanted to do. No one had ever given you a choice before on anything and it terrified you because you already know what your choice would be. In a perfect world, you would say no, in a perfect world you wouldn’t even be considering this, in a perfect world you wouldn’t even be here, to begin with. But this wasn’t a perfect world, this was a fucked up, pile of steaming cow shit, and even though you were given the choice you certainly didn’t have a choice.
“No. I’m not ready for this, I’m not ok, but you know what I will never be ready for this. I will never be ok with this. So it’s best we get this done and over with now before I lose all nerves I have at attempting to escape from this hell hole again. Ok?” You stated as you pulled away from him. Jason looked you over for a couple of seconds before nodding his head.
“Ok, let’s do this then.” He stated as he walked over so that he was sitting on his bed and you nodded your head once going over to your corner and sitting down.
“So how long till the guards arrive again?” He asked as he looked over at the door to see if anyone had stopped to look in.
“Should be any second now, it’s been long enough since my last session with Dr. Roberts and while my session with Dr. Hyde got physical the guards will still take me to Dr. Roberts since I didn’t pull any stitches and because Dr. Hyde’s was a primarily mental session.” You explained to Jason as you sat on the floor. Curling up into a ball and hugging your knees to your chest. The plan was for you to act as bait for the guards since it was so soon after Jason’s session with Dr. Jekyll they wouldn’t be coming to take him but they would be coming to take you which was all the two of you needed. There was no way to open the cell door from the inside, the people here may be insane assholes but they’re smart insane assholes nonetheless, once the guard was in Jason claimed that he would be perfectly capable incapacitating the guard. You weren’t nearly as confident as he was but he was still moving better than he had been and that was going to have to be good enough.
A loud banging pulled you from your thoughts and you jumped, your head snapping up to the door to see the guard standing there glaring at the two of you, another guard standing close behind him. You glanced at Jason who looked over at you before the two of you looked at the guard, it was time.
“Subject 312469 and 314695 remain where you both are and this will be a quick and painless process.” The guard said and when neither of you moved the door swung open. Jason waited until the guard coming for you had passed him before he jumped up and lunged for the guard standing in the door.
“STOP!” The guard in the door shouted as Jason grabbed a hold of him and swung him around and into the room.
“Freeze!” The guard that had been coming for you shouted as he pulled his gun free and aimed it at Jason. At that moment you sprung up onto your feet and jumped onto the guards back wrapping your arms around his neck getting him in a chokehold as you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling up with all your might.
“Ack! Fucking bitch!” The guard shouted as he dropped his gun to the ground, reaching up to try and pry you off him but you leaned back cutting off more air as you did so. The guard grunted as he stumbled back slamming you into the wall, knocking the air out of you and almost causing you to let go.
“Get off of me!” The guard shouted as he used your moment of weakness against you and whipped around with all of his might causing you to let go of him and sending you flying on to the floor. You hit the ground hard, you vision swimming as you tried desperately to get back up on to your feet.
“You fucking bitch.” The guard growled as he walked over to his gun ignoring the fighting of Jason and the other guard as he went to pick it up. Your vision cleared enough for you to see what he was going for and without really thinking about it you pushed yourself up and lunged for the gun, sliding across the floor slightly. Blinking rapidly you felt your fingers wrap around the cool handle of the gun and before you could even think about it you rolled over on to your back and pulled the trigger.
“Thank god for silencers.” You breathed out as you collapsed against the floor panting heavily as your vision finally stopped swimming. You nearly jumped out of your skin when the guard that Jason was fighting landed next you unconscious.
“You didn’t have to shoot him you know,” Jason said as he reached out a hand to you and you grabbed a hold of him, allowing him to pull you up. You looked down at the two guards before moving towards the door.
“Yes, I did. He would have killed me if I hadn’t killed him first.” You stated as you peered out the door and into the hallway. None of the other guards or nurses had been alerted to the little scuffle going on in your room and you were thankful for that, it would make this a little easier. You didn’t need to look at him to know that Jason was giving you a disappointing look but there was nothing that you could do about it now.
“You could have just knocked him out,” Jason grumbled following you as you walked out of the room, motioning for him to follow you.
“With what strength Jason? Besides if you have any hope of getting out of here, you’re going to have to get comfortable with killing people real quick.” You whispered to him moving swiftly along the wall, ducking into door frames whenever a guard turned a corner. You made sure that you stayed below the window line, the last thing either of you needed was another inmate seeing the two of you and alerting the other guards to where the two of you were. Jason didn’t say anything as the two of you continued through the hallways moving quickly and silently as the two of you went.
“Do you know where they keep our things when they kidnap us?” Jason asked suddenly and you stopped, standing up straight as you looked back at him. You opened your mouth to say something but was cut off by the lights going dead and the alarms sounding.
“There they are!! Subjects spotted in North corridor heading towards the elevators!” A guard shouted into his walkie as they started approaching the two of you guys raised.
“Fuck.” You cursed as you took a step back from them. You knew that the sneaking around wasn’t going to have lasted long but you had at least hoped that it would have lasted until you got to the elevator. Now the two of you had to go the long way, and the long way was not going to be fucking fun.
“Surrender now subjects and your punishment won’t be nearly as severe.” The guards said as they slowly approached you. You kept your gun by your side as you took another side back, Jason following your lead.
“Keep your gun.” You whispered as you slowly started crouching down and set your gun down on the floor. The guards followed your movement before training their guns on to Jason who continued to hold his.
“Drop your gun now.” The guards ordered their guns clicking as they shut off the safety.
“Don’t.” You whispered standing up straight again, body tense as you watched the guards waiting for the moment they tried to shoot him.
“Drop it. NOW!” The guards shouted.
“FIRE! NOW!” You shouted as Jason raised his gun and fired off two quick shots and you tackled him to the ground, the guards' bullets flying over your heads and embedding themselves in the wall. Panting heavily you press yourself against Jason’s chest just breathing for a few seconds and listening to the sounds of the other guards rushing to your location before pushing yourself up on to your hands.
“That… was too… close for comfort.” Jason panted out as he looked over at the two bullet holes in the wall. You, however, looked towards the guards, to see them lying dead on the floor.
“....Nice shot.” You breathed out as you looked down at him. You stared at him for a couple of seconds before you realized what position the two of you were actually in. Your hands were pressed firmly against the ground next to his head and you were all but sitting on his crotch and you desperately tried to suppress the blush as you scrambled off of him. Jason chuckled lightly, a cocky little smirk coming across his face as he climbed up on to his feet and picked his gun up off the floor while you rolled your eyes at him.
“Shut up.” You grumbled as you grabbed his hand and started running.
“I didn’t say anything though.” He commented as he ran beside you and you glared over at him, breathing heavily.
“You were thinking about it.” You fired back and he laughed, shaking his head as he did and you looked forward again. The two of you ran in silence for a bit, trying to put as much distance between you and the other guards as possible.
“So where are we going?” Jason asked as you rounded a corner not bothering with checking to make sure it was clear. Jason had long since stopped holding your hand in favor of having a better grip on the gun and he was now running slightly in front of you, enough to keep you in peripherals so that way if you turned he turned.
“The… stairs.” You panted out. Your lungs and your chest burned as you forced yourself to keep on running afraid that if you stopped your legs would give out on you.
“Are you alright?” Jason asked and you nodded, the two of you round a corner. Jason threw his arm out suddenly causing you to run straight into it and nearly knocking you back on your ass. He fired three quick shots easily downing the guards before any of them could say anything.
“Where...did you… learn… how to… use that?” You panted out taking this moment to catch as much of your breath as possible before the two of you started moving again.
“You pick a couple of things up living on the streets of Gotham,” Jason mumbled distracted as he looked back at you, to see you slowing down considerably. Looking around quickly Jason grabbed your arm and pulled you around a corner before pressing you into the wall.
“What… are you… doing?” You panted out doing your best to glare up at him but he wasn’t looking at you. Instead, he was checking the area to make sure there weren’t any guards around.
“Giving you some time to rest, if we keep going like this you’re gonna pass out,” Jason commented.
“If we… stop we’re… gonna get… caught.” You panted out, leaning back so that you were resting against the wall your chest heaving and your breath coming in loud wheezing puffs.
“I’m willing to risk it if it means you don’t pass out on me from lack of oxygen.” He said and you rolled your eyes. You had survived this much you weren’t about to let a little lack of oxygen be the thing that killed you.
“What… ever.” You panted and Jason smirked at you glad to see you were still sassy despite the current situation. He waited until your breaths were no longer coming in wheezes and were instead normal-sounding before he took a step back and cast another look around the place.
“You ready to go?” He asked and you nodded and the two of you started moving again. The two of you ran down the hallway for a bit before Jason finally spoke up again.
“So why are we going to the stairs now?” He asked and you glanced over at him as you guys rounded a corner, the door to the stairs coming into sight.
“Because… there won’t be… any guards at the… stairs, besides they… would have shut down… the elevators by now.” You told him as the two of you burst through the door and onto the stairs. You collapsed against the railing, taking a second to catch your breath again as you stared down several flights of stairs leading to the basement. Lord help you if there were that many going down you didn’t want to find out how many were going up.
“Smart, get the guards to think that’s where we’re going and it buys us a little more time.” He stated as he looked up at the number of stairs the two of you were going to have to climb and then back at you and you nodded.
“Yep, that’s me… the think five steps ahead girl.” You joked as you started climbing the stairs taking two at a time and using the railing to haul you up the stairs. Your legs and arms were shaking by the time the two of you had climbed three measly floors and you had already decided that no matter the outcome if you survived this you were going to get some goddamn muscles and endurance.
“Hey, do you know what floor they keep the stuff they take from us when we’re kidnapped?” He asked after the two of you had passed your fifth floor and you had to pause again. You looked up at him panting and brow furrowed in confusion.
“No why?” You asked and he pursed his lips as he glanced down at you and then back at the ten floors that the two of you still had to go.
“It’s just that, I was kidnapped with some very important stuff that might be able to help us out if we could just get to it.” He told you and your brow furrowed even more as you tilted your head.
“What kind of stuff?” You asked.
“Just you know, the important stuff.” He responded and you frowned. Part of you had been hoping that when Jason meant stuff it would be grenades or some other type of explosive or even a more powerful gun, not this bullshit cryptic answer that he had given you.
“No, I don’t know… what floor they keep… that stuff on… provided they even keep it.” You panted out as you started climbing again. “Besides even if… I did.. I wouldn’t tell you… we can’t afford to… stop.” You forced out as you dragged yourself onto the seventh floor. Jason opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by the sound of a door banging open from several floors beneath the two of you. You paused leaning over the side to look down and see a guard leaning over the side as well.
“THERE THEY ARE!!!! THEY’RE IN HERE!!! HEADING UP THE NORTHSIDE STAIRWELL!!! The guard shouted both to the men flooding in behind him and into the radio on his shoulder.
“Hurry!” Jason shouted as he grabbed your hand and dragged you up the stairs and onto the next floor. The two of you got one foot on the next stairwell when you heard a door bang open above the two of you and the sound of several footsteps flooding into the stairwell.
“Freeze! We have you surrounded!” The guards shouted as they peered over the railing glaring down at the two of you.
“What are these guys cops all of a sudden?” Jason mumbled as he judged the distance between the two of you and the guards before he pulled you back down on to the floor the two of you had been caught on.
“Fuck.” Jason cursed as he shoved you behind him, his eyes darting between the two landings that had been flooded with guards all of them with their guns aimed at the two of you. This was bad. This was fucking bad. The two of you needed to get out of here, and you needed to do it fast or else the two of you were not going to get out of this alive.
“What do we do now?” Jason whispered to you as he backed the two of you up towards the door, his eyes darting repeatedly between all of the guards, raising his gun prepared to fire if he needed to.
“We need to get around these guys somehow.” You whispered back looking between all the guards and glancing back at the door.
“Alright, alright, give me a second to figure out how to do that,” Jason muttered back as he glanced back at you and then towards the guards and then to the door.
“May I suggest that the two of you surrender now, I promise you it will make all of this a lot, lot, easier.” Dr. Roberts stated. You felt chills race down your spine at the sound of his voice and you tensed up your hands instinctively flying out and gripping the back of Jason’s shirt as you freeze your eyes widening. Jason glanced back at you as you gripped his shirt, eyes wide with fear and grip deathly tight before looking back out at the guard's eyes scanning over them searching for Dr. Roberts.
“And if we don’t?!” Jason shouted back. He needed to by the two of you just a little more time, he needed just a little more time to come up with a plan of how to do this. He didn’t have any of his stuff so there was no way he could take on all of these guards and protect you at the same time, the two of you were still too far away from the top to risk pushing through the guards to escape. But Jason was confident that the guards wouldn’t shoot to kill you, Dr. Roberts wanted the two of you for something… at least that’s what Jason was hoping for anyways.
“Well, Jason if you don’t surrender then I’m afraid I’m going to have to order these men to kill you.” Dr. Roberts said as he stepped out from the sea of guards on the stairs directly across from the two of you. Jason glared at the man his finger twitching against the trigger as he raised the gun and pointed it at Dr. Roberts.
“When I say run, run through the door,” Jason whispered to you his eyes never leaving Dr. Roberts who was staring right back at him, clearly not thinking that Jason would do what he was thinking.
“What are you thinking?” You hissed at him, his words momentarily snapping you out of your panicked thoughts.
“Just trust me ok?” He whispered and you gave him a suspicious look but nodded your head all the same and shifted slightly towards the door. The guards shifted nervously as you moved and you glanced around at all of them loosening your grip on Jason’s shirt and shoving down the panic. Your hands shook as you let go of his shirt entirely the panic rising now that you had lost the one thing that had been grounding you.
“You’ll have to kill me first you ragged old bastard!” Jason shouted as he took a step back and Dr. Roberts glared at him his jaw clenching as he glared.
“I don’t think you fully understand just who it is you’re going up against here boy. Now do as you're told and surrender while you still can.” Dr. Roberts said as he held up his hand and the guards all tensed simultaneously.
“And neither do you asshole,” Jason said as his finger shifted on the trigger and he didn’t look away from Dr. Roberts as he turned his head slightly.
“RUN!” “Kill him!” Dr. Roberts and Jason yelled at the same time as Jason fired at Dr. Roberts and you spun around breaking for the door. You screamed as you yanked open the door fire spreading up your arm fully knocking you out of the panicked state you were in. Jason fired a couple more times, killing several of the guards as he backed into the door and then into the hallway before slamming the door closed behind the two of you.
“Quick help me with this file cabinet!” You ordered as you grabbed a hold of it and started rocking it back and forth, ignoring the way your arm burned and the warm sticky feeling of your blood sliding down your arm. Jason rushed over to you and together the two of you knocked it over and pressed it up against the door before Jason moved to another one threw that one down on top of it.
“Are you hurt?” He asked as he spun around to face you. You had your arm pressed firmly against your upper arm with a grimace on your face.
“I’m fine. Come on we have to get moving. We have to beat them to the south stairwell that’s the only way we’ll be able to get out of here alive.” You said as you started running in the direction of the other stairwell.
“(Y/N)! Wait!” Jason shouted as he ran in front of you and stopped causing you to run into his chest.
“What are you doing? We don’t have time to stop.” You grumbled as you want to move past him but he sidestepped, further blocking your path.
“You’re hurt.” He commented as he reached out to move your hand away from your arm and you glared at him taking a step back.
“Excellent observation Sherlock.” You grumbled as you glared at him and he gave you a stern look to which you rolled your eyes and removed your hand, the blood flowing more freely now that the pressure was gone.
“There, see? I’m fine it was just a graze, nothing to worry about. Now come on let's go, we don’t have time to waste standing around here making sure that I’m ok.” You stated as you covered the wound up again and moved around Jason. He didn’t look happy in the slightest about your brushing off of the wound but ultimately you were right the two of you didn’t have the time to stand around and worry about whether or not you were going to bleed out. The two of you had to get moving the guards were already going to be heading towards the other stairs or the elevator to intercept the two of you and you had to beat them to it. If the two of you could get ahead of them again then there was some hope that you could both escape this hell hole.
The two of you ran in relative silence for a while, running down long corridors and zipping around corners. Able to move freely through what looked like an office area that had already been cleared out of its staff, so neither of you had to worry about them seeing you. However, your plan to get ahead of the guards was once again interrupted by a loud bang that reverberated throughout the abandoned floor and the sounds of guards shouting.
“I told you we shouldn’t have stopped!” You shouted at Jason glaring at him as the two of you slid to a stop in one of the abandoned hallways. You had to figure a way out of this mess, there was no telling what stairwell that sound had come from so there was still hope that the two of you could get to the south stairwell before the guards. However, judging by how much shouting was going on around the two of you, you were being surrounded and quickly and neither of you was going to be able to move fast enough together to get through the guards.
“Jason promise me something.” You said as you turned to look at him.
“What?” He asked you, his brow furrowed in confusion and his eyes distant as he tried desperately to figure out a way out of this situation.
“Promise me that when you get out you’ll come back for me.” Your voice sounded weak and far away and there was a painful twisting in your gut as you looked up at him, desperation and determination shining in your eyes.
“(Y/N) what the hell are you talking about? The two of us are getting out of here together end of story.” Jason stated as he looked at you his eyes filled with a startling amount of his determination. You shake your head, taking a step back from him.
“No, we’re not. We move to slow together but if we split up then you stand a better chance at escaping from here. I’m the one that Dr. Roberts wants, I can distract the guards long enough that it’ll buy you enough time to get to the stairwell and get out of here.” You told him and he was shaking his head vigorously before you had even finished your sentence.
“No. Not. I am not leaving you end of the discussion, we either both get out of here or neither of us does that’s how this works.” He stated his voice firm and leaving no room for discussion. You opened your mouth to respond but you were cut off by the sound of guards yelling much closer than they had been a couple of seconds ago.
“Shit, come on,” Jason said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you into one of the offices.
“Jason what are you doing? Let me go. I need to get away from you so you can escape.” You hissed at him as you dig your heels into the ground pulling against his grip but he was still much stronger than you.
“Listen, (Y/N) it’s admirable really that you’re willing to sacrifice yourself to save me but I don’t have time for your self-sacrificial bullshit. I made a promise to you that I was going to get both of us out of here alive and I intend on keeping that promise so why don’t you just sit down and shut up.” Jason said as he forced you to sit on the ground once the two of you were inside the office. You sat, shocked into silence as you watched him rush around the side of the desk and grab the chair before jamming it underneath the door handle.
You could not believe him right now. Anyone would have just taken the offer that you had given them, they would have jumped on the opportunity to hand you over to the guards if it meant that they got to go free. They would have gladly left you behind so that they could have escaped. But no, not Jason, not him, no instead he decided to be an idiot and stay with you despite knowing that the two of you were most certainly going to be caught now.
“You’re a dumbass.” You told him as you watched him rush back behind the desk and over to the computer. He looked up at you that classic little smirk on his face.
“That’s what people keep on telling me, but I don’t think I’m a dumbass so much as I am… stubborn.” He joked as he looked back at the computer typing.
“Stubborn is often the same thing as dumbass, Jason, besides how can you make jokes at a time like this? We’re going to die.” You pointed out to him and he glanced over at you his fingers never stopped typing.
“The same way you found it in yourself to correct me. Also, we’re not going to die, you’ve got to think positive here (Y/N).” He said as his fingers flew across the keyboard and you rolled your eyes the sound of the guards getting closer causing your heart rate to spike.
“I’m positive we’re going to die, there is that better?” You asked him dropping your head back against the wall and ignoring the way that your vision started swimming.
“Ah, see now who’s making the jokes.” He smirked up at you and you raised your blood-covered hand to flip him off which caused him to chuckle. It amazed you that he was still capable of smiling and cracking jokes despite the current situation. Anyone else would have been freaking out and leaving you to deal with this mess, but not Jason. You were beginning to learn that Jason wasn’t like all the others that you had known. A loud banging on the door pulled you from your thoughts and you squint your eyes at the door, trying to see it through the fuzziness that was slowly threatening to take over your vision.
“Just a minute,” Jason muttered under his breath and you could help the small smile that spread across your face at the joke.
“I found them! They’re in here! Hurry!” The guard shouted and you could hear more guards running to him.
“Jason, what are you even doing?” You asked him, a scary sense of calm coming over you as you lifted your head to look in his general direction. The fuzziness was slowly starting to turn to blackness and you weren’t sure what was causing all of this if it was the blood loss, overexertion, stress, or a mix of all three you weren't sure.
“If we survive this I promise you I’ll tell you,” Jason said as the guards started beating against the door and you furrowed your brow in confusion watching as Jason’s face scrunched up in concentration. He looked up at the door a particularly loud-sounding cracking sound cut through his typing and you looked up with droopy eyes at the door. It was bowed significantly and you could see the guards on the other side attempting to break down the door. Jason went back to his typing and you looked away from the door. The last thing you remember seeing before the world went black was Jason picking up the computer monitor and slamming it down on the ground just as the guards broke down the door.
requested: So I see you haven't done any yet, so how about a fsm with Jason Scott? Something like going to an amusement park or something haha.
“jason i’m boreddd”
“well there’s the Angel Grove carnival, do you want to go to that?”
“that’s boring, but anything i do with you is fun” jason smiled and pecked your lips, getting up from the bed and throwing on some pants and changing into a shirt and his jacket. “here, it’s going to get cold. and when it does, wear this. don’t wear your own sweatshirt because you look cuter in my clothes.”
“you’re so cute, you know that? who would’ve thought” you teased and jason rolled his eyes. you stand on your knees on his bed and grip his jacket, pulling him towards you and holding his face. “i would’ve thought. the way you treat pearl, the way you treat me, you’re the sweetest person ever, jason lee”
“you are so amazing, you know that?” he ran his fingers through your hair and you followed his hand, tilting your head back. his hand trailed down the side of your face, down your front, stopping at your jeans and looping his fingers in your jeans. “so..” his lips feathered yours as he whispered, your breath heavy. “amazing”
the fair wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small. Angel Grove was a small town, but one thing’s for sure: they loved big fairs, even if they were terrible.
you held onto jason’s hand and stayed close to his side as you two walked around, looking at the rides and games, cotton candy in hand. you ripped off a piece and held it to his lips, and he wrapped his lips around your fingers, eating the treat, biting your fingers.
“jason!” you pouted. “why’d you ruin the moment?” he laughed and kissed you, the sweet taste of raspberry cotton candy on his pink lips. you licked the excess candy off your fingers, and jason watched your mouth the entire time. “may i help you?”
“you look great doing that” he winked and you rolled your eyes.
“you’re still like this?”
“i can’t help it!”
there were three things jason loved in the world: his family, being the red ranger, and his girlfriend. and he especially loved her smile. so seeing her smile as the two went on the boat ride, cuddled together, he couldn’t be more happy with life.
his hand rested on the inside of her thigh and she held onto his arm, pointing out the beautiful things they see along the ride.
“baby, you forget the most beautiful sight of all” jason said and y/n turned towards him.
“what?”
“you”
“cheeeeesyyyyy” y/n teased. jason shook his head and laughed, kissing his girlfriend over and over. he pulled away and held her face, rubbing his thumb over her cheek.
“god, i can’t get enough of you” he whispered, and studied her face as if it was the last time he’d see her.
he was so in love with her every time he looked at her his heart sped up. she was so in love with him every time she looked at him her pupil expanded. seriously, jason caught this one day. and he found it absolutely fascinating.
Request: ‘Could you do a story based off An Unexpected Pregnancy With Jason Blossom Would Include?’ -by Anon
A/N: This was a bit rushed, but I hope you guys enjoy it! Especially the Anon who requested it. Feel free to request more stuff guys, and if you have any questions at all then you can message me or send an ask.
Warnings: None
Words with quotes and italics like ‘this’ are thoughts.
A * symbol means that a flashback is occurring.
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Things in life don’t always go according to plan, a lot of the time things might not even be planned in the first place. You didn’t plan too much, only when you had to. As for Jason, he had almost everything planned for him, so he didn’t usually think to plan for himself.
Neither of you had planned a child, though. Everyone gets the warning about using protection and dismiss it as if it’s natural to remember. You and Jason had many of those warnings from different people, yet you both didn’t think about protection at the time, just the pleasure.
Now you were sat, staring teary-eyed at the positive pregnancy test. The thought of having a child wasn’t something you were against, but you were a high school student, far too young to have a child and care for it, especially with someone with so much going on in his life.
The tears were mixed, part happy and excited, but also part scared and dreadful. Jason would be a good father, you knew that without question, but he wasn’t in the mindset. Jason was stressed about his family, constantly pressured at school, and part of you was nervous that he would refuse the child because of it all.
Naturally, because of all this, you were more than a bit scared to share the news with him. You knew you’d have to, but the question was when would the opportunity come up? It’d have to be soon, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he started getting suspicious quickly, he knew you well and can easily tell when you’re worried.
That night you didn’t sleep, you thought everything over, thought of a thousand different ways to tell Jason, and imagined them. Some ended badly, some would end pretty well. All of them had more than one outcome, and that made everything much harder for you.
You feigned sickness the next morning, which proved to be easy due to the darker than usual bags under your eyes. You didn’t know whether you were happy or terrified when you heard Jason outside your window, on one hand, you now had a good time to tell him, but on the other, you had to tell him.
You peeked out the open window, spotting the redhead quickly, a bright smile on his face as he watched your face pop up at the window. You quickly backed away from the window and took a few deep breaths, walking to the front door and opening it slowly, Jason giving you an odd look as he stepped inside, you closed the door behind him carefully.
He sat down in the living room, raising a curious eyebrow at you, “I was hoping to make bad jokes, but I can tell something’s up, so what is it?” he asked quietly, more serious tone than usual. You immediately sighed, “I really need to tell you something, and I couldn’t sleep last night because I’m scared about your reaction” you mumbled out quietly.
The words that left your lips caused the Blossom boy to perk up, concern flooding his features, “hey listen, whatever it is you can tell me. I want us to get through all these things together, alright?” he whispered, eyes pleading, begging for an explanation.
Sitting down next to him, you shut your eyes at the familiar feeling of his arm wrapped around your shoulder, “ I’m pregnant, Jason...” you whispered without a second thought, opening your eyes to watch his expression change.
It changed, but not as you expected it to. A smile bloomed on his face and his eyes got glossy, and before you could blink you felt yourself being picked up and spun around.
His laugh was contagious, and when he put you down you were wrapped in a warm hug, his head pressing into your shoulder. You felt him take a shaky breath, “I’m gonna be a dad. I’m gonna have a kid with you, and we’re gonna be a family” he whispered almost dreamily, grinning into your shoulder.
Tears of joy ran down your face, and you quickly hugged the boy. He hesitated a moment and backed away, “but what if I screw the kid up? I mean you know how my family is and-” “Jason, don’t worry about that for now, we will figure everything out. Right now let’s just enjoy this” you cute him off, smiling at him through tears.
The boy nodded and hugged you tightly again, breathing deeply as he suggested a movie and popcorn. The rest of that day was spent watching movies, and everything was alright, at least for a little while. Jason and you had planned different ways to get around your families, coming up with a sort of ‘escape plan’ that seemed perfect. You and Jason were going to live happily, as a family with your soon to be born child, and you were okay with it, you were both happy to have some relief, knowing that you and your child would be safe.
Then on July 4th, you and Jason left. Ran away to what you both thought would be your future life, and the future life of your child, at the time where you thought you’d all be safe, out of harm's way...
