#Pamela voorhees

[cece693]

Social Recluse (Jason Voorhees x M! Reader)

Just something that came to mind. Short.

Summary: Even if you accepted Jason and his 'hobby', he understood you didn't like interacting with people. Staying hidden in your cabin, luck isn't on your side when a camp counselor stumbles inside.

tags: the reader doesn't like people, comforting Jason, you get injured (small), short work

Jason was off doing his usual thing—taking care of the camp counselors—while you kept to yourself in the cabin, avoiding the social chaos that always made you uncomfortable. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a bloodied figure stumbled inside, immediately setting you on edge. You retreated into the shadows, watching as the girl frantically searched for something, likely a weapon, before flicking on the lights.

"Ahh!" she screamed, but her panic quickly shifted to relief. "Thank God you're not that freak!"

A frown crossed your face. How dare she insult your lover?

You remained silent, your eyes tracking the girl's every move as she nervously paced around the cabin. She tried to engage you, her voice trembling with fear. "Hey, are you okay? Did he…did he hurt you? Oh God, did he cut out your tongue or something?"

Her words barely registered. You didn’t flinch, didn’t speak. The quiet unease of the situation settled around you like a second skin. She probably assumed you were just another of Jason's victims, traumatized and mute, which suited you fine. You had no intention of correcting her.

Suddenly, the door crashed again, and he was there—Jason. Massive, imposing, and silent as ever. His machete gleamed under the dim cabin light, still slick with blood. Her wide, terrified eyes darted toward you, and in her desperation, she lunged, grabbing your arm. The sudden contact made you flinch, recoiling instinctively. You hated being touched, especially by strangers, but she didn’t notice—too consumed by her own fear.

"Come on! We have to get out of here!" she cried, her grip tight as she dragged you toward the door, pulling you along in her misguided attempt to save you both.

But you didn't want to run. You didn’t need saving.

Jason’s heavy footsteps echoed behind you, and you could feel him gaining on the two of you. The girl’s breath came in panicked gasps as she pushed forward, desperately trying to escape. Then, it happened. Jason struck, and the girl screamed as she fell, the force of her collapse sending you tumbling to the ground alongside her.

You hit the floor hard, your knee scraping against the rough wooden planks. A sharp sting shot up your leg as blood oozed from the wound. You winced but remained silent, even as the pain radiated through you.

Jason’s shadow loomed over the girl, and it only took one swift motion to end her cries. Her body slumped to the ground, lifeless. The cabin fell into a sudden, oppressive silence, broken only by the faint sound of your own labored breathing.

Jason turned toward you, his expression unreadable behind that familiar hockey mask, but his actions were anything but threatening. He crouched beside you, his presence calming rather than terrifying. His gaze fell on your bloody knee, and without hesitation, he sheathed his weapon and gently reached out. His large hand carefully touched the area around the wound, touch surprisingly soft, as if afraid of hurting you further.

You remained still, watching him work in silence. There was no fear, no hesitation in your mind. Jason was dangerous, yes, but never to you. He seemed to sense your discomfort with the blood, with the girl’s corpse still nearby, and he positioned himself between you and the body, shielding you from the sight.

With the worst of the blood wiped away, Jason helped you to your feet, his grip steady, never forceful. He lingered close, a silent protector, knowing exactly how much interaction you could handle without feeling overwhelmed. "Thank you." You murmured, leaning your head against his chest. You only received a grunt before closing your eyes and falling asleep. Social interactions always took a large toll on you.

[das-sena]

Outubro Yippeeee!

[nunoanen]

He loves mommy

[dukesnukes]

BUNCHA JASONS!!!

[mr-viwick]

happy Mother’s Day

[seasonofhorror]

FRIDAY THE 13TH

1980, dir. Sean S. Cunningham.

[itsaaudraw]

GAME OVER

[evilvvithin]

FRIDAY THE 13TH 1980 | dir. Sean S. Cunningham

[triangleguy]

momma's boy

[fanofspooky]

Mothers of Horror:

Anne-Marie McCoy - Candyman

Pamela Voorhees - Friday The 13th

Margaret White - Carrie

Annie - Hereditary

Karen Barclay - Child’s Play

Lorraine Warren - The Conjuring 2

Ellen Ripley - Aliens

Norma Bates - Psycho

Mother - Mother’s Day

Meg - Clown

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was watching the newest Friday the 13th movie. There was a scene where the final girl hid inside Jason's shack from the 2nd movie. It contained the usual Pamela Voorhees head, and the character looked around a bit and also found a Trans Rights poster stapled to the wall.

[kitsudolly]

Slasher memes part 3

[gremlintaro]

my eyes hurt and i haven't slept yet but this is more important ( :

[zaifonart]

'Oh my sweet innocent Jason. My only child. Jason...' Jason Voorhees and Pamela Voorhees (2017)

[shupito]

The idea if him just chopping his tiddies of lived in my head rent free

Jason trans icon confirmed

I drew these a while back but still love them

[k3mamiart]

mama voorhees from february 2019!