Girls Be Like "this Is My Comfort Character" And Then They're Either Dead Or A Murderer

girls be like "this is my comfort character" and then they're either dead or a murderer

quick Jason painting because its friday the 13th!

Here you go Tumblr. Here's an excerpt from one of my stories that's heavily Myerhees fluff. Enjoy! (Blaze is a self insert bc I had the idea of slashers appearing in their yard & using it as a safehouse).

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When they got back to the house, they found Blaze hadn’t made it much farther than the door and had just barely taken off their shoes. Good thing we came home first, huh? Jason signed jokingly.

Michael nodded. Better text Billy. The two snuck down to the basement, pausing only to drop off their machete and knife and to take off their boots. Once downstairs, they both gathered their small, spare bundles of clothes and retreated to opposite corners to change.

Jason would be lying if he said he didn’t want to glance back at Michael. The two had started dating almost subconsciously, just getting closer and more comfortable with each other until Blaze teasingly pointed out they almost seemed like a couple. Jason knew he was attracted to the other man. He was just so pretty, and the way he seemed to evaluate himself from everything else reminded him of the stories his mother used to tell him about angels.

But deep down, where even Jason didn’t really realize it, Jason felt unworthy to date him. Jason was insecure about his face- he always had been- and sometimes he felt guilty for dating Jason. He’s pretty, he deserves some just as pretty, he’d think.

Of course, that’s not what Michael thought. Not even close. If Jason had looked like any ‘normal’ person, Michael probably wouldn’t have even considered dating him. It was undoubtedly the fact that Jason looked different from anyone else Michael had met that made Michael so attracted to him. Michael thoroughly enjoyed looking at Jason’s face when the big man let him.

Jason finished changing and shuffled over to the washer, placing his bloodstained clothes inside. The outfit was remarkably similar to the one he was now wearing, with dark jeans and a large brown hoodie. Only now he had a shirt that read ‘Camp Crystal Lake - You Won’t Survive The Summer!’. He’d taken off his mask to change but quickly pulled it back on.

Michael had also finished changing, and he also walked over to place his dirty clothes in the washer. Blaze thought themself funny and somewhere had dug up a navy blue varsity jacket with an ‘M’ varsity letter, and ‘Haddonfield High’ embroidered on the back. Otherwise, Michael had a black t-shirt and bootcut jeans on. One of the first things Jason noticed was that Micheal, unlike him, hadn’t recovered his face.

Jason felt his face flush- or the feeling that would’ve come with it if he could’ve. His zombie, rotting body didn’t feel much anymore, and he occasionally noticed things he didn’t feel that he wished he could.

Will you take your mask off? Michael signed without looking at Jason. He paused. Please?

Jason looked away. It made him uncomfy taking his mask off- Michael had assured him he found his face nice (Michael wasn’t good with words, or affection) but Jason still didn’t like the chances of others seeing it. Michael sighed.

“Please? I wanna see you,” Michael said, in a hoarse and unused voice. Jason attempted to continue playing dumb, but Michael could almost see his ears flushing. Michael stepped closer to his zombie boyfriend, who still somehow managed to tower over him even though Michael was over 6 ft (182.88 cm). He reached hesitantly towards Jason's hand, only linking their pinkies. Michael was still unsure how he felt about physical affection, but he knew it helped Jason. Especially when Michael wanted Jason to do something- like take off his mask.

Jason continued looking away, before finally he started breaking. He glanced at his boyfriend, who was still looking at him with a deadpan expression (Jason wasn’t sure if he could make any other expression). But there was a glint in his eyes that suggested he really did just want to look at him.

Jason turned his head so he was looking directly at Michael (and down, just a little). Michael hesitantly slightly, reaching up lightly. He gently grasped one side of Jason’s mask, causing Jason to flinch just a little. He paused, waiting for a few moments until Jason reached his open hand up (the other was still holding pinkies with Michael) and rested it lightly on Micheal’s. They stood there for a few more seconds before Michael’s started attempting to move Jason’s mask.

He slowly took it off, dropping his hand loosely to hang by his side. Jason shifted his hand a little, enveloping Michael’s with his. Michael lightly dropped the mask before lifting his hand to cup Jason’s face.

“P- pr- p- pretty,” Jason finally managed to stumble out. His malformed vocal cords and head made it difficult to speak, on top of barely using it, so he didn’t talk often. Actually, most of the other slashers thought Jason just couldn’t talk. Blaze knew better, but only because they’d accidentally overheard Jason attempting to say his boyfriend’s name one night while they were finishing up some chores.

Michael felt himself warm somewhere deep down and he almost smiled. He hesitated before responding, “I think you're pretty too.”

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(I apologize if I upset anyone with this or messed up any part of the slashers, I just enjoy the ship and thought maybe someone else would like this little chunk of my story. I hope you enjoyed!)

babygirlification

2 arms + 2 boyfriends = profit

constantly laughing at how jason is soaking wet throughout the entirety of Jason Takes Manhattan even though hes out of the water for, what, a day? longer?

someone get this man a towel