Hmmm OH Ill Work On A Domestic Thing Of Reader And Jason Voorhees Just Kinda Livin On The Lake. One Part

hmmm OH i’ll work on a domestic thing of reader and jason voorhees just kinda livin on the lake. one part of a thing while he’s alive, another part of him when he’s undead

thatll be fun there’s not enough jason v domestic fics around huh

hi my name is rot and i currently have no job yet. i have zero income other than comms and i’m scrambling with them like hell.my current queue is posted on @rottingroyalty. any help at all would be incredibly appreciated. thank you if you consider me for either!

my v*nmo, c*shapp and p*ypal are all rottingroyalty

gross a h*zbin hotel icon user just interacted with my posts guys i cannot stress enough that i absolutely hate v*vziepop fans please get away from my shit if you’re one of those

slasher matchups are still open

later i will do a "Dating the Slashers" list thing like the sleeping ones

i'd do it now but i'm finishing a sleep one w leslie and its 3:30 am so nah.

hey! I know not many people like to write about pregnancy/kids, but could you write a headcanon of bubba sawyer if his preagnant partner got stabbed by a runner?

pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee

With a sigh you sat on a chair at the table, rubbing your temples. It'd been 6 months by now since Bubba had impregnated you, and everything hurt. He treated you like fragile glass.

Squeals and screams echoed from Bubba's workspace. At this point, you didn't really care. You were used to where most of the family's meals came from. You'd even look forward to it now, and your cravings were mostly...meat related. Every so often, however, one escaped. They were normally caught right away.

A crash and a roar came from behind you and you whipped around face to face with a random woman with a hook still piercing her shoulder (how did she get down from the rack??). Her wild eyes at on you and she looked back at the door where the rev of your husbands' chainsaw snarled to life, but slamming sounds against a metal door told you this runner had blocked him in. Ah. Shit. Not this again.

She stumbled over into the kitchen, scrabbling across the counter before nabbing a bread knife of all things; And you attempted to back away, back turned- A loud THUD told you Bubba had broken the door down and he babbled angrily as he ran around for a moment before entering the kitchen where he was met with the sight of a knife held to your throat. His eyes went wild, and he stepped forward.

"Don't-"

The knife pressed against you, hard, but he kept approaching.

A shriek rang out of you as the woman panicked, burying the blade into your arm before bolting. Bubba howled out, dropping his saw and going to your side, hyperventilating-

"I'm alright- I'm alright, I'm alright, just- Get...get her," With that he yanked his saw back up; You've seen him angry, you've seen him furious, but this was a new sort of rage you haven't witnessed before. His child was put in danger and he was enraged. Bubba revved up and sprinted after her, and you could hear him near screaming expletives (in his own language) at her.

You shook as you took the knife out. The teeth of the knife hurt like shit. Blood soaked your shirt sleeve, and you took a clean dish towel to the wound.

What seemed like an hour passed before a bloody, dirty Bubba lumbered into the kitchen with a very, very dead woman; And he rushed to you, falling on his knees and squeaking out apologies with his hand on your stomach.

"Not your fault." You put a hand on his. "They're fine."

He still whined out and kissed your belly, rubbing it with a thumb. He muttered something.

You couldn't help but smile at this.

"You're gonna be a wonderful father, Bubby."

With a small, sheepish smile, he stood up to kiss you, pecking your lips a few times before nuzzling his face into your neck.