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𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭 | steve harrington & eddie munson x reader

summary | steve and eddie are hunting through the forest at night looking for you... but don't worry, they promise they're not gonna hurt you. (based on an anonymous request I got for predator/prey and size kink with dark!steddie that was supposed to just be a drabble... oops.)

word count | 3.7k

warnings | dark (cnc aka noncon!!), smut (oral m and f receiving, creampie, pearl necklace, rough sex, outdoor sex, threesome, spitroast), hunting and predator/prey kink, size kink (meaning the reader is implied to be petite once or twice), degradation, humiliation, forced orgasms, aftercare, roleplay

18+ only, dark themes, read the warnings!

"Come out, bunny," Steve cooed as he shined his flashlight through the trees. "What are you hiding for?"

"She's just a little scared," Eddie explained, calling out into the woods as he continued, "aren't you, babydoll? It's okay, we don't bite."

"Speak for yourself," Steve laughed, and Eddie shoved him on the shoulder.

You shifted against the ground you were sitting on, trying to keep your leg from falling asleep, but froze when you heard a twig snap under you. "Ohh, d'you hear that?" Eddie purred.

"Yeah," Steve breathed, "is that you, bunny? We just wanna talk, okay?"

You covered your mouth when you felt the tree behind you shake. "This isn't gonna take too long, is it?" Eddie groaned to Steve. He was casually leaning on the tree you were hiding behind; of course he was. You shut your eyes and tried not to breathe.

"Just keep looking, okay?" Steve replied. "It's gonna be worth it."

"Well, I knew that," Eddie purred, "been waiting too long to get a taste of that little pussy... what are you gonna do to her, when we find her?"

"I want her mouth first," Steve answered confidently, "you know the ones that act like they don't want it get so wet when they get a taste of some cock."

Eddie chuckled in agreement.

"How about you?"

"Oh god, I dunno— where to start, right?" Eddie laughed. "All I know is where to finish: those tits."

"Now, don't get me wrong," Steve countered, "I like the way you think but... man, I've been waiting to come inside her for weeks. She's gonna try to get me to pull out, though, so you've gotta help me keep her still."

"Didn't think you needed help holding down a little girl, Harrington," Eddie mocked.

"Trust me," Steve warned him, "she's tiny, but she's tough. Not that she'll give us much trouble— just as long as we work together."

"Right," Eddie decided. "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot..."

There was a moment of silence, and you wrinkled your eyebrows together as you hoped to listen in closer. Why would they have just stopped talking so suddenly?

You leaned a little closer to the other side of the tree— maybe they were whispering or something— but all you heard was the slightest rustling of leaves. You dared a glance over your shoulder: your heart stopped when you saw Eddie's face right there, smiling wide at you as he crouched on the ground.

"Boo."

You jumped up as fast as you could, breaking into a sprint; they didn't start after you right away, they were letting you get ahead on purpose, you knew that-- because if he wanted to, Eddie could've just grabbed your ankle right as you got up and you would've been done for.

That was the worst part of it: they were so sure they would get you in the end that they were letting you tire yourself out just for fun. You should just be thankful for the sliver of a chance... but instead, you were terrified of how much worse they were going to make it for you, as punishment for not just surrendering in the beginning.

You ran like you’d never run before, the adrenaline coursing through you keeping the soreness in your legs from bothering you too much; you dodged trees and branches, hoping to be light enough on your feet to dodge the twisted roots coming out from the dirt. Your sneakers were struggling to keep traction on the damp ground— it had just rained this afternoon, even now it was still a little foggy from the moisture in the air— but you managed to stay upright even when you almost slipped a few times.

You knew they were gaining on you because you could hear them laughing. One more reminder that this was just a game for them— but it was all but life or death for you.

Steve caught up with you first, but he didn’t grab you; instead, he shoved you down, knocking you into the dirt, where you crawled pathetically until he grabbed you by the ankles.

“No!” you yelped.

“Shh, not gonna be so bad,” Steve promised as he turned you over— Eddie was standing just over his shoulder, and he bent over to rest his hands on his knees as he panted from the run. “We just wanna talk, right?”

“Right,” Eddie agreed.

“Get up,” Steve snarled at you as he grabbed your hand and yanked you onto your feet; you yelped, struggling to find your balance, and he held your arms behind your back as Eddie stalked around you in a half-circle, like he wanted to see you from every angle.

"Oh no, little babydoll got dirty, huh?" Eddie laughed, noticing how the dirt and mud clung to your dress. “Let's get you out of these filthy clothes, sweetheart…”

Steve kept you from struggling too much as Eddie roughly tore your clothes off, his tongue poking out from between his lips as he forced the fabric to rip. You mumbled, “No, please… don’t…” as he ripped your bra away, but he ignored you— and he snapped through your panties in a second.

“There we go,” he purred as you hung your head low, his eyes and hands exploring your naked body hungrily. “So sick of you hiding from us, babydoll— hiding in this dark forest, hiding those cute tits— and your pussy, it’s wet, isn’t it?”

Steve kicked your legs apart, and Eddie reached between them. You tried to wiggle away, but Eddie smacked you across the face.

“Stop moving,” he warned harshly, ringed fingers groping around your pussy until he felt your soaked folds. He looked at Steve, who looked back at him, and smiled. “Oh, Harrington, she’s soaked…”

“Knew it,” Steve laughed.

“You caught her— you go first,” Eddie offered.

“Aww, thanks man!” Steve declared, before turning you around and shoving you down onto your knees. “You know how to do this, don’t you?” he asked gruffly as he started to unbuckle his belt right in front of your face. “I feel any teeth, I’ll fuckin’ knock them out, okay? So be good.”

You winced as Steve pulled his erection out of his boxers, trying to turn away— but a hand on your head stopped you. You only knew it was Eddie’s because you could feel his rings against your scalp.

“Open your mouth,” Steve ordered. You did nothing; Eddie put his other hand on your chin, pulling your mouth open as you groaned in pain. Steve slipped his cock inside, running it over your tongue with a groan before he plunged a little deeper. “Fuck, c’mon, suck on it,” Steve encouraged.

Reluctant, but low on options, you closed your lips and hollowed your cheeks.

“Hah, figured you knew how to do this,” Steve breathed, tilting his head back. “You act so innocent, but you love this, don’t you? Slut.”

Steve’s hand smacked your cheek, and you whined around him. “Think she can take it a little deeper?” Eddie asked him from behind you, and you saw him nod. Eddie bent down slightly to speak closer to your ear. “What do you say, babydoll, wanna choke on Stevie’s dick?”

You shook your head, but as soon as you did, Eddie pushed your head down to force Steve’s cock right into your throat. You struggled and fought for air, pushing on Steve’s thighs desperately, but it was no use.

“Fuck,” Steve groaned, “fuck, don’t let her up yet.”

“Not yet,” Eddie agreed, “just a few more seconds…”

It felt like ages, but he did let you go; you pulled back with a gasp and a sputter, coughing vigorously as Steve and Eddie laughed at you. You yelped as Eddie pulled you up onto your feet suddenly, his hand on the back of your head again to force you to bend at the hips.

“You can keep going,” he told you, like it was an offer and not an order. “I’m just gonna fuck you while you suck on Stevie’s cock, babydoll.”

You opened your mouth to try to convince him not to, but Steve filled it again before anything could come out; you mumbled uselessly around him, his hands gripping either side of your head to hold you steady as he groaned. “Such a sweet little mouth,” Steve sighed, “just like I imagined it. How’s her pussy feel, Munson?”

“About to find out,” Eddie replied, rubbing his fat head between your other lips. “Wanna bet she’s tight?”

“Oh, I know she is,” Steve insisted; and with a rough push, Eddie filled your hole. It made you moan around Steve’s cock, which made him moan, too.

“Fuck, we were right,” Eddie breathed, “so fuckin’ tight. Nice and warm, too— just been waitin’ for this dick, haven’t you, babydoll?”

You couldn’t say much, feeling horribly full and a little dizzy and totally used up. They both fucked you relentlessly, neither offering much patience or mercy, or even sympathy for the fact that you were already being fucked so hard by someone else.

“Oh my god, she keeps getting more wet,” Eddie laughed, reaching around your hips to slide his fingers over the drips of arousal running down your thighs. Steve pulled your head off of his cock, and you panted with an open mouth as he pushed you down lower.

“Lick my balls,” he demanded, and you grimaced a little but stuck your tongue out further. He moved your head how he wanted it, rocking his hips against your face a bit; his cock, slick from your spit, rubbed against your face and got you all slimy. “Fuck, that’s good…”

“Dirty bitch,” Eddie laughed, smacking you on the ass— a whine jumped out of your wide-open mouth.

“What?” Steve wondered.

“She clenched on me,” Eddie noticed. “You like licking Harrington’s balls, babydoll?”

“Fuck, that is nasty,” Steve chuckled, looking down at you. “You’re really a filthy fucking slut, huh? Why don’t you just admit it?”

He tugged on your hair, keeping your face still so he could give it a few more smacks. “Just say it, baby,” Eddie encouraged as well.

“I-I’m a…” you swallowed thickly, shutting your eyes so you could force the words out, “I’m a f-filthy fucking slut.”

Steve held his cock, smacking you lightly on the face with it— when he pressed his balls up to your chin, the tip reached your forehead. “Look how big it is compared to her,” Steve told Eddie with a wide grin.

“Fuck, she’s so little,” Eddie cooed.

“Or I’m so big!” Steve defended.

“I mean, both,” Eddie offered.

“Thanks,” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Tell him his cock is big, sweetheart,” Eddie instructed you— and his hand slid up your thigh to pinch your clit. You whined loudly, trying to press your thighs together, and he laughed. “Tell him, baby, and look at him while you say it.”

You looked up at Steve, who had his eyebrows raised expectantly when he met your gaze. “You, um… you have a big cock, Steve.”

“See? Told you,” Eddie sing-songed.

“And how does Eddie’s cock feel, huh, bunny?” Steve asked you in return.

“I-it hurts,” you whined.

“Y’know, I was trying to get her to say it felt good,” Steve told Eddie, “but that might be more of a compliment.”

“Yeah, she can bitch about it all she wants,” Eddie chuckled, “I know she likes getting this pussy stretched out. Don’t ya, little girl?”

Another hard pinch on your clit made you gasp: “F-fuck, fuck yes,” you sighed, “I like it…”

Eddie moaned lowly as he fucked you faster. “You like it enough to come?”

You whined, but he started to rub your clit hard and fast; it made your legs shake, and you heard Steve laugh a bit. “Is she close?” he asked Eddie.

“Yeah,” Eddie panted, “wanna cream for me, babydoll? Go ahead and do it.”

“Think she’ll come faster if she’s sucking me again?” Steve wondered.

Eddie laughed; “Definitely.”

Steve pushed his cock back into your mouth, making you choke and gag again as the pressure on your clit nearly became too much to bear. You hated that that actually worked, but it did— maybe the benefit was your orgasmic moans weren’t quite as embarrassingly loud, but Steve got a nice view of your eyes rolling back in your head.

“Fuck,” Eddie groaned, “good job, babydoll— coming nice and hard on my cock, feels so good…”

You were drooling all over both of them, in two different ways, and your hearing was a little fuzzy but you caught them both mocking you a bit for it.

“Gonna pull out and coat those tits soon,” he warned, “just like I said I would. Did you get wet when you heard me say that, baby?”

You did, but obviously you didn’t say anything; you were too weak to hide your own moans now, and the hands in your hair and on your hips were the only thing holding you up now.

“Fuck, fuck, turn her around, Steve,” Eddie ordered; they both pulled out quickly and Steve grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to kneel and look up at Eddie. He stepped up to you, one hand a silvery blur over his cock as he stroked himself, the other pushing your hair back and holding your head. “Good girl, want this come all over your tits?”

Again, you didn’t need to answer, it was irrelevant anyways; a second later, he was groaning loudly as come shot out and landed in haphazard stripes across your chest. Your nipples were getting harder, for no good reason, and Steve watched it all with a proud look on his face. Eddie’s lip curled as he looked down at you, jerking his cock until every drop was on your tits; he sighed, and smiled.

Just as you were appreciating the brief moment of peace, Steve roughly yanked you up onto your feet and pressed himself up behind you. “My turn,” he grunted as he suddenly and roughly filled you with his cock.

You whined and dropped your head limply, feeling Eddie’s spend starting to cool on your chest. He had already put his cock back in his jeans, and was watching the scene before him with a grin. “Be good for Stevie,” he cooed at you, holding your jaw in his hand and forcing you to look up at him. “He wants to come inside you, nice and deep… last I heard.”

“Yep, still do,” Steve interjected, “wanna— ah, fuck— wanna fill this cunt.”

“No, please, please,” you whimpered.

“Take it all, sweetheart,” Eddie ordered you with a grin, “take all that fuckin’ come— and be grateful that Steve wants to give it all to you. You should be fucking grateful.”

You whined through your teeth.

“You should thank me for coming on your tits,” he snarled. “Say it, bitch.”

He smacked you across the face, and the words spit out of your mouth. “Thank you!”

“Mm,” he hummed proudly, “such a good girl… obedient little slut.”

“I’m close,” Steve blurted out suddenly.

“She’s tight, right?” Eddie grinned up at him. “Makes it hard to last.”

“F-fuck, yeah, it does,” Steve agreed breathlessly.

“You don’t need to,” Eddie explained, “she’s just a fuckin’ toy. Don’t need to make her come.”

“But I— I sorta wanted to feel it,” Steve admitted.

“Oh, yeah, it feels so good havin’ that pussy squeeze you,” Eddie agreed, “even better knowing she can’t help it. Can you, little babydoll?” he giggled at you as he pinched one of your cheeks. “Here… I’ll help you get her there, Harrington.”

Eddie reached between you legs again, pinching your sore bud just below where Steve was ruthlessly fucking into you. You sobbed and shuddered, fighting the overwhelming sensation.

“She’s already so close,” Eddie noticed with a purr, “damn Harrington, you’re good at this.”

“Th-thanks,” Steve grunted, “god, I can’t hold on much longer…”

“Come on Stevie’s cock,” Eddie ordered you, “mhm, just like that— give him a nice big squeeze, you dumb fucking whore.”

You came with a choked sob, insides tightening on Steve— who followed suit a split second later, groaning loudly and digging his fingers into the sensitive skin of your hips as he came. “Fuck, fuck!” Steve moaned.

And that was when he dropped you, right into the dirt again, laying limp and helpless at Eddie’s feet. They both stepped closer to you, crouching down beside where you were blinking up blankly at the starry night sky. Eddie sat on the ground, lifting you up to rest your head on his lap; Steve pet your hair as you fluttered your eyes shut.

“Gimme a nod if you’re okay, princess, please?” Steve asked right away. Your head was heavy from exhaustion, but you managed to nod, and he smiled down at you. “Had me worried for a second there…”

“She’s tough, Harrington, give her some credit,” Eddie chuckled. “You know she can handle a lot. And it was all her idea in the first place.”

“Yeah, true,” Steve nodded, brushing his hand over your face lightly. “You did so good, babe, we’re both so proud of you!”

You smiled dreamily, squeezing Eddie’s hand.

“Wanna go home now, sweetheart?” Eddie asked quietly, and you nodded again. “Okay, let’s get you all cleaned up…”

They cleaned you up alright… your back on Eddie’s chest in the bath, Steve in front of you, both of them helping wash you off— inside and out.

You whined a little as Eddie’s fingers slid over your sore cunt. “Shh, just getting all’a Stevie’s come out,” he explained, “don’t get fussy.”

It hurt a little, but you could take it— and they had to get you clean. You were a bit out of it still, but mostly coming back to reality, which is why you noticed Steve’s focused efforts lathering soap on your skin. “S’it just me, or are my tits gonna be super clean after this?” you smirked.

“She’s onto you, Harrington,” Eddie laughed.

It was working, though— your nipples were hard and sensitive from the attention, and Eddie must have noticed how much you liked it since he could feel your hole clenching while he was trying to clean it up.

“You know I can hold my breath for three minutes, right?” Steve reminded you, and you laughed as you nodded. “How long do you need?”

“Depends how good you are,” you challenged.

“Oh, don’t taunt his ego, princess,” Eddie cooed, “now he has to do it.”

“Yup,” Steve agreed, taking a big breath before dropping down under the water’s surface.

Eddie pulled his hands out of the water, resting them on the sides of the porcelain tub; you felt Steve’s mouth latch onto you a second later, and you gripped Eddie’s wrists tightly. “Feels good?” Eddie assumed.

“Y-yeah,” you breathed. Steve’s tongue danced up and down across your folds, and the texture felt different with the water than it normally did; not better, not worse, but definitely very different.

“Mm,” Eddie hummed as he moved his hands away from the edge of the tub, rubbing your shoulders gently instead. “You like how Stevie eats your pussy, princess?”

“Fuck, fuck yeah,” you groaned, “he’s— fuck, he’s got his tongue inside me now.”

“Keep telling me about it,” Eddie requested, kissing down your neck. Your back arched, and you felt Eddie’s cock rub up against your lower back.

“He’s… god, Eddie, he’s licking my clit,” you whimpered, “feels so good…”

“Yeah? I know how sensitive your little bud is,” he cooed. “You can tug his hair if you want him to go harder.”

“Shit, dunno if I can take it,” you admitted.

“Then I’ll do it,” Eddie grinned, reaching underwater and grabbing a tight hold of Steve’s floating locks. It worked; you yelped as Steve wrapped his lips around your clit and suckled hard, your hips starting to shake.

“Oh, fuck!” you shouted, shutting your eyes tight.

“Not too much for you, is it?” Eddie grunted. “You can take it, princess, I know how strong you are— I know you can let Stevie eat that needy little pussy as long as he wants…”

You tried to arch your back deeper, but Eddie used his other hand to hold your hips and keep them pressed forward by Steve’s face. Another jerk on Steve’s hair made him put his tongue inside you again, deeper this time, licking over your g-spot as you whined. “Steve!” you shouted out.

“Do you think he can hear you under there?” Eddie wondered. “Let’s get you a little louder, just to make sure.”

Eddie sucked on your neck, the hand on your hips moving and groping your tits instead before pinching and toying with your nipples; you jerked wildly, Steve only managing to stay latched onto you when Eddie let go of his hair. Steve’s hands held your thighs tight, not enough to keep you still but at least keep you mostly in one place. “Steve!” you sobbed. “St-stevie, fuck, m’gonna come!”

Eddie’s moan was muffled on your skin.

You came with a cry— you were burning up, you didn’t even notice that the water was getting cold. You whined and sobbed and blabbered about how hard you were coming, about how good it felt, until the waves subsided and all your energy was gone.

You went limp against Eddie, and Steve reappeared with a grin as he pushed his wet hair back. “Well, I think we finally wore her out,” Eddie noticed as he looked at you— half unconscious with your head draped on his shoulder.

“Wanna take her to bed?” Steve suggested.

“Always,” Eddie grinned.

“I mean to sleep,” Steve chuckled.

“Oh— yeah, I think it’s babydoll’s bedtime, hm?” Eddie teased lightly, holding your sides.

After they helped you dry off and get in your jammies, they pulled you into the covers, and even though you were almost completely out of your mind, you instinctively latched onto Steve and cuddled up close to him; he smiled and pet your head, just as Eddie slipped in behind you and wrapped you both up tight in his arms.

“Good job today, princess,” Eddie whispered as he kissed the top of your head. “So good for us.”

“Sleep tight, okay?” Steve requested. “‘Cause we’ve got so much more to do tomorrow.”

#steddie x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader x eddie munson #steve x reader x eddie #eddie x steve x reader #steddie x reader smut

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ki-irke · 1 year

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hii can you write a fluff with Jackson Avery? ♡ I don't have any specific in mind so have fun! and don't worry to do mistakes, it's normal ♡

Exhausted

Paring: Jackson Avery x reader

Summary: Working for 46 hours straight is definitely not healthy.

A/N: I don't have a good feeling about this, but here you go. Writing in english was much harder than i was thinking lmao

You were at the shift for the past 46 hours.

You didn't have time to eat, drink or even get some sleep. Still, you agreed to take your friend's shift. You knew it's not healthy to work this much without getting any sleepi and surviving on mint gums, energy bars and drinks. One of your interns, Max, was with you almost all the time, and she was trying to get you to eat a proper meal and sleep for at least one hour.

"I can't, Max. I have too many surgeries to have time for myself" I said, going through one of my patient card.

"At least eat a proper meal, y/n!" they sighed. "Weren't you supposed to have lunch with Dr. Avery?" she asked, leaning against the counter.

"I was, but he forgot about one of his surgeries." I answered. Before Max could answer, my pager went on. "Come on, Shepherd need some help at surgery".

~~~

The surgery was going surprisingly great.

"How are u feeling?" Derek asked, not looking away from the patient.

"Good. What about you?"

"Good. It's a beautiful day" He smiled and spare a glance at me.

"Good to know." I said. "It looks okay now. I just need to stitch him."

"I told you it's a good day" He said again, making me smile a little. I started to stitching the patient, when I felt a little weak.

"Max, finish stitching for me, please." I said giving away needle.

"You okay, Dr. y/l/n?" she asked. I moved back a bit, so I wouldn't accidentally hit something.

"Excuse me." I said politely, before fainting.

"Take here to the emergency room and page Dr. Grey" Shepherd said. One of the nurses paged Meredith, while one of Shepherds interns lift y/n up. "And maybe page Dr. Avery too".

~~~

I woke up feeling better. My headache was gone, and I wasn't this much affected by light as before. I slightly move my numb hand and I looked around. I was at the emergency room, but I didn't know why.

"You fainted in the OR" I looked up to see Jackson, standing in front of my hospital bed with his arms crossed.

"Oops" I simply said, making him roll his eyes.

"Don't 'oops' me. Max told me that you weren't eating properly, drinking and getting sleep" He says, visibly angry by my behavior.

"Sorry." I say quietly. He sighed and sit on a chair by my bed.

"Just… Just please don't do this again, okay?" He asked, running his hand through my hair. I smiled.

"I'll try."

"Try? Fucking no. You have to –" I interrupted him by kissing him. As he started kissing me back, I smiled into his lips. We moved away from each other, when I saw Max going over to us.

"I wanted to see how you are, but I think I'm interrupting something here" She laughed, while I get slightly red.

"I'm feeling good enough to work again." I say, getting ready to leave the bed, when Jackson grab my hand and pulled my back.

"You're not going to work again, you're going home."

"Good. See ya later, Dr. y/l/n." Max smiled and left.

"You know, I feel good. I can work again" I said, trying to convince him to let me stay.

"No way. We're going home."

"Mhh, if you're going with me, I can't say no" I smiled as I get close to him to kiss him again.

#greys anatomy imagine #jackson avery x reader #jackson avery #greys anatomy #jackson avery imagine

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psycho-killer-writer · 5 months

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Dom!Draco Malfoy smut pls?? (u can ignore ofc)

my first story with smut lets be nice. Also didn't edit it I got lazy so if grammar errors or mistakes... oops.

summary: after accusing draco of cheating, you confront him and realize your were all wrong he must punish you for that ridiculous accusation.

Dom! Draco x fem reader

"THAT STUPID ASSHOLE! I fucking hate him, I'll kill him, how dare he... breath" I say in rushed breath trying to catch my breath. "really breath is that why your like going crazy" I love pansy like a sister but I'm gonna punch her in the fucking throat, "of course not but I'm angry so I can say what I want"

Pansy looked with complete confusion "how about you just tell me the problem". Oh yeah the problem kinda forgot what I was complaining about, that's what men do I guess. "That albino looking mother fucker had the audacity to take Astoria grass green or green glass, whatever who cares what her name is" I sneered.

pansy rolled her eyes giggling "you know what her name is"

"of course I know what her name is, Its fucking Astoria Greengrass for christ sake I have oddly sexually confusing dreams about her" I rant then pause hoping I didn't sound so crazy, pansy's just stares then shrugs "who hasn't".

"anyways like I was saying, he took her to meet his mom! who does that people that date and commit that's who" I was seething I thought what we had was passionate, animalistic, even say love but hey to early to tell.

pansy snorted "what are you gonna do go up to his room and demand he stop seeing Astoria, and tell him to stop existing around her."

I scrunch in disgust "oh god no im not some tacky pick me girl".

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No thoughts just anger and a little bit of delusion I walk up to his stupid door and bang on that stupid door, so loud that it rattles the hallway. Then the stupid door is ripped open and his stupid anger face is in front of me.

"who the he- oh hey" he says in sudden softness once he realizes who is causing the scene. "miss me that much the whole hallway can hear how wet you ar-"

he is suddenly caught off once I slap him across the face his face is suddenly whipped to the side, and he looks ahead past me in shock... then anger.... then he smirks at me and licks the inside of his cheek

I didn't even let him speak when I push past him and turn around to face him while he close the door.

I just start unloading all the crap (mostly insecurities, but pride ) I have been holding in. "how dare you I gave you my virginity, does it look like im one of those people who pass it around letting everyone get in here.. don't answer that. Then you bring that tall drink of water I have dreamt her kissing all over this body, to your mothers house. YOUR MOTHERS HOUSE! I doubt that prude can do the things and I can do and let you do the things to me that are disturbing but weirdly make me horny."

Don't know where I am going with this but I feel this heat and I'm just going to keep yelling and not know where this is going to go.

" so I guess I was nothing but a body to you, im not good enough to be yours, to meet your mother, and maybe in the future I won't be married to you that I sometimes fantasize about, and your mother won't love me so much that she gives me all her clothes in her will, and I'm getting off track again SEE THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO M-"

I don't even get to finish my speech because he yanks me from the back of the neck and kisses me hard on the mouth I almost couldn't breathe

after a while we both gasp for air and he keeps are nose touching "God the things I should do to that mouth". dammit he knows how to make me drip.

I looks at him in confusion and heartache how can he ask for this knowing the pain he is causing me.

"One, I don't know how you found out and I don't want to know, all I know your kinda crazy and to never hide anything from you" he chuckled and I was about to kick him in the ball when that smart son of a bitch block my leg.

"I took Astoria to the manor to tell my mother that we are not going to be committed to each other, since we were kids we were supposed to be married at 20, but I met you and there is no one I would rather be with then the insane girl that turns me on when she giggles, or my heart that skips a beat when you look at me or touch me." we both chuckle and I have a tear going down my eye.

god I feel like an idiot.... I win... wrong moment

"I feel like an idiot" I am embarrassed

he smiles pushing my hair away from my face "don't be it just shows your the one... I love you " he expresses

I gasp I forget ho to breathe, fucking suck it Astoria " you what?"

"I love you" he repeats

"one more time didn't quite catch you"

he chuckles and throws his head back "im gonna take it back"

"to late mister its out there forever"

" as much as I love make up sex I gotta punish you for acting like a spoiled brat" he said gripping the back of my head with my hair "ima fuck you so hard it's gonna feel like I hate you"

he rips my shirt wide open tearing it right down the middle and tearing it to pieces throwing it across the room. Leaving me in just my skirt and white bra.

He places his hands on my breast and squeezes with suck adoration "God these thing are so beautiful, and so goddamn sexy" he grips them tight then reaches behind and break the clip. Ripping of my bra

" that was my favorite one " I whimper, your so lucky i'm turned on jerkface

" what did i just fucking say" he seethed grabbing my jaw "you wanna run your mouth, then I wanna hear you scream"

He yanks my head toward him and kisses me with such love and anger at the same time. "Get on the bed and turn around on your hands and knees."

Fucking finally... holy shit i'm such a slut

I climb on the bed sightly nervous and very excited for what he is about to unleash on me. there I sit only in a skirt and my garter stockings, my boobs completely open and sensitive.

ready to be used

I feel his presence right behind me and his cold deadly hand riding up my leg to the ends of my skirt pushing it up to mu hips, only to reveal that I 'forgot' my underwear.

"ohh fuck" he seethed and gripping my flesh tightly "you knew what you were doing, you wanted to be in this position didn't you, you filthy little slut" feeling his grip tighten only shows how wet he is making me.

"oh sorry, I guess I left my underwear in Potters room after he fucked my brains out... oops" I look over my shoulder and give him a sadistic smile. Of course im lying I just like to poke the dragon a little bit.. or the ferret if we are getting technical.

I don't even get the chance to to process before he gathers all his strength and completely rips the skirt off of me

dam he is on a roll, my big mouth is going to make me run out of clothes

"please keep fucking talking let me punish you more, cause after this you won't be able to even speak."

i'm to fucking insane for this to turn me on

"oh fuck yes please punish me, I dererve it im a bad girl" I whimper. He simply smiles and groans out "oh yeah baby you are I say the punishment fits the crime"

He then slaps my ass, and I let out a slight gasp. "fuck your practically dripping, you like that don't you" he demands while slapping the other cheek.

"Count slut" he says while he spanks my right bum.

"one"

Smack

"two"

Smack

"three" I whimper how can pain fee; so good

Smack

"four"

Smack

"five" im tearing up from the intense feeling

Smack!

"six"

Draco put all his force in the last one I couldn't help but cry out and moan at the same time.

he messages my red flesh and leans down to kiss it "fuck baby you did so good, you take my punishment like a good girl.

he then proceeds to reach down my heat and feels how wet I am I let out an involuntary moan and my thighs tremble lightly .

all of a sudden im flipped on my back and he then proceeds to kiss me, we are both turned on we are making out without a care in the world its messy and hot and we don't care, I gasp for air and he then starts to kiss done my body while kissing each breast with such determination, I forget how to breath. "Draco please, I can't I need to feel you" I gasp

"you will baby soon, I gotta make sure your nice and prepped" he says while kissing the inside of my thighs

he grips my my thighs that are placed over his shoulders and I can see the dents in my skin his long fingers are doing.

I feel a long wet lick going up making me shiver and right when he licks my clit and sucks hard, so roughly nibbling on it. Giving me a sense of pain and pleasure at the same time not able to control myself I let out shrieks and moan; trying so hard to keep it in.

he can easily charm the room, but something about someone hearing the sounds of pleasure rattles Draco in a way that challenges him to challenge me. I can't take the pleasure the way his lips suck my clit then enters his tongue in and out of my pussy makes me gasp.

"yes, yess, ohhhhh fuck " I moaned out in high pitch

ohh yes, yes don't stop, ohh fuuu-" I became inherent too focused on my pleasure to even

next thing I know he enters his long cold fingers once again and curls them which makes me gasp and wither . "ahhhhh yess, fuck yes" I can't stop screaming

he looks up with is cold grey eyes and smiles.

" you like that dont you. oh fuck yes look at you its like your begging for it. ima fuck you so good, for that little stunt you pulled" he seethed

I couldn't take it anymore I couldn't hold it I came so hard. "ohhh fuccc, ahhhhh" i couldn't control it my juices sprayed Dracos hands, he would stop he kept curling his fingers in me. I was so sensitive my legs were shaking I was shivering with over stimulation.

he crawls up toward me looking into my eyes and smiles and kisses me hard with love and compassion, we break apart nose touching.

he keeps eye contact and tells me " your such a good fucking girl you know that, merlin you come too good." he exhales with such satisfaction.

"you know I love you right" he looks at me with adoration

"of course, I made you repeat it like three times" I giggled

"good because im going to fuck you like I hate you" he says dropping his smile into something sadistic

he quickly pulls away and flips me on my stomach again picking up my legs to balance myself. He slaps my ass and enters me slow to accommodate his huge size and after a while he pulls out and and pounds into to me with no mercy.

my eyes cross as the sudden intrusion draco grabs my hips and continues to pound me from behind the room filling with skin slapping and moaning. thrusting into me with such determination and ruthlessness I can't stop screaming

"holy fucking shit take my cock you dirty girl" he tells me groping my hips hard where my skin starts to tingle and pound into me relentlessly.

"ohh yes , yes fuck me I deserve it" I grip him so hard having his cock enter my pussy nonstop.

draco then grabs my hair by the roots and pulls my head back and puts his face above mine "you like being treated this way being used like some possession a slut just for me, now open that goddamn mouth" as I obeyed his order he spat in my mouth and I swallowed it with delight then kissed me it was messy and wet but we didn't care all we focused on is the pleasure of him fucking me roughly.

"holy fuck i'm gonna come, i'm so close" I screamed he then spared me hard and pulled away. I shivered from the emptiness

"you better hold it cause i'm not done" he whispered in my ear, suddenly he flips me on my back and grabs me by my thighs and hooks his hand under by leg onto hip and enters me again with more passion and fill me up all the way I can feel the warmth of his cock invading me while he controls me moving ui and down due to his hands moving me on his cock he groans and huffs from the squeezing of my walls.

"yes- yes -yes" I say in high voice small tears forming my eyes from the pleasure and I can't handle it "hell yeah baby cry those happy tears for me milk me like a good girl". h go forward and puts his weight on his hand on my throat and goes at a faster pace pounding me while squeezing my throat I couldn't handle this amount of pleasure

"fuck mee yesss ahhhhh" I come hard around his cock I can't take it y eyes roll to the back of my head while he lowers his pace but takes deep thrust while he comes in me.

"look at me while I come in you dirty girl, fuck yes you like that, me filling your pussy take it like a good girl" he says as he empties out inside me as I calm down from my high .

he pulls out and I whimper from the emptiness he kisses the side of my calf and sides at me as he relaxes my legs and joins me next to the bed and we look up at the ceiling in exhaustion.

draco is the first to look at me he Tuens his head "you should slap me more often" I laugh at his comment "the way you act there would probably be plenty" I say turning my body and lean top to look down at his beautiful face "I guess its only fair that I should apologize to you"

"uhh yeah sounds reasonable" he smiles at me twirling the end of my hair

"good then"

"waiting for my apology"he looks at me with a smug face, and I look at him confused "I just did, didn't you hear me."

"what you said you should apologize but you didn't do the action" he says smugly

" take it or leave it ferret" I say and I wrinkle my nose in his face and he does it back reaches up and kisses me. "oh you love testing my patience don't you babygirl"

"all joking aside I really am sorry for invading your privacy and going all phyco" I admit with guilt and embarrassment

"I will admit it was kinda a turn on especially your little rant about us getting married" he snickered

"please forget about that I was seething I don't know why I was saying all that.... out loud" I added and he pulled me down to lay on his chest underneath the covers and made me look in his eyes "that all I think about and dream every night darling, because I love you" he confessed and I swear to merlin I came a third time.

"good because I love you too" I respond and all was right I put my head on his chest and basked in each others company

" So in this vision do we have a dog: draco asked and you always loved his soft spot for animals and remembered he was never allowed to have a pet.

" No, but there is a ferret" and si felt a smack on my ass I laughed " of Course there is a dog, you couldn't pick one so you chose both"

"good" he said and smiled pecked my lips and held me as we fell into the night slumber.

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meganslife · 3 months

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Pen pals - p. parker (part two)

read part one here !!

pairing; TASM! Peter Parker x Fem!reader

summary: after peter and you exchange phone numbers, he finds himself yearning for you. it only gets worse after a long night of you partying. but drunk words are sober thoughts, right?

warnings: none!:3

a/n: i love love love writing this series so the second part has come very quickly. anyway, make sure to read the first part if you haven’t already!! happy reading!!<3

Peter doesn’t know when or how, but he became addicted to listening to you talk. You had so many things to say- so many beautiful words coming out of your equally beautiful mouth. He couldn’t believe you had such a soothing voice, not that he expected anything less.

God, he was down horrendously.

You both were on Facetime. Peter listens to you talk about your friends as you get ready for a long night of partying. He never thought you’d like parties, but he doesn’t care that he was wrong. He likes that calling you every day gives him more to know about you. He figures that you get outside more once it gets warmer. Spring was blooming. You and Peter had been talking every day on the phone for three months.

“Yeah, and like, Anna is great and all, but she’s so mean!” You rant, finishing up your makeup. Peter nods, watching in awe. Do you even know how pretty you are? “Peter, are you listening?”

“What?” Peter snaps out of his thoughts, “Yeah, sorry. I’m just tired.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I can let you go. It’s like, 11 pm over there,” You pick up your phone, almost saying goodbye before Peter interjects.

“No, don’t hang up,” He says quickly, “I like watching you get ready. It makes me feel closer to you.”

Peter can see your cheeks turn pink. You’re embarrassed, and he could cry in your lap with how much his heart is fluttering.

“Okay,” You smile, positioning your phone so Peter could see your outfit. “What do you think?”

Peter wants to fly to Seattle and worship the ground you walk on like right now.

“You look lovely,” He grins from ear to ear. “Is that a new top? It’s fun.”

It was a basic tube top. Nothing special to you, but very special to Peter. He knew that you got insecure, so the fact that you were willing to wear this while going out made his heart feel full.

“Yeah,” You nod, giddy. “Maria got it for me.”

Peter and you talk for a little while longer. He wants it to last forever. But, eventually, you say you have to go.

“Text me when you get home?” Peter asks.

“Sure, but you’ll be sleeping,” You tease.

He scoffs, “And you’ll be drunk. I’m staying up for you.”

“Whatever,” You laugh. “Bye, Pete!”

“Bye, Y/N.”

Peter holds his phone to his chest once you hang up.

One day, he’ll tell you.

Peter wakes up at three in the morning to his phone blowing up. He groans, putting on his glasses and squinting at his phone in a poor attempt to adjust to the brightness.

He sees that you’ve been texting him and calling him. To this, he smiles. He forgot to stay up for you. Oops.

Your texts are furious and poorly written. You’ve definitely been drinking.

‘PETER BENJAMIN PARKER’

‘PETEY’

‘Oh my god pleas ansswr.’

*3 missed calls*

‘Pls pete i’m drunk and desperate’

‘Go to bed and drink some water, babe.’

‘Hehehe babe. You’re so cute.’

‘Call me? Ppleas? I miss uou.’

Peter sighs, face red and burning hot.

When he calls, you answer not even one ring after he calls.

“Did you get home safe?” Peter immediately asks.

“Jeez. Not even a hello?”

“I have priorities.”

“I got home fine, cutie,” You giggle.

Peter thinks you’ll be the death of him.

“How much did you drink, bug?” He sighs, “You should go to bed. Don’t you have work tomorrow?”

You groan over the line, and Peter laughs. He wishes he was with you in person to see this.

“You’re so boring, Pete! I have priorities too, you know.” You insist. Peter is imagining your dramatic pout.

“Oh yeah? What are they?”

“Go to Queens and hug you.”

Peter wants to cry. He knows you’re very drunk, but he read somewhere that drunk words are sober thoughts. He really hopes that you’re being genuine. Maybe you think about him as much as he thinks about you.

“We… We can talk about this another time,” Peter suggests. “Sometime when you’re sober.”

“Okay,” You say, accepting defeat. “My head hurts. I’m gonna go.”

“Alright,” Peter manages a smile, even though you can’t see it. “Goodnight, honey. Sleep well.”

“Bye! See you soon!”

See you soon.

In his dreams.

— read about me and find my masterlist here <3

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yankstrash · 1 year

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oops i said i was gonna send in for cole today and i forgot ✋🏻 anyway here r some prompts 😋

"You're hot when you're mad." & "Stop pouting and get over here."

hehe you are my fav 🤭🤭 love u sar

"You're hot when you're mad." & "Stop pouting and get over here."

Cole didn't drink often, but when he drank, he DRANK. Tonight, he and the boys had the weekend off from games, so they decided to go to the bar and have some drinks.

You stayed back to work on some homework, telling Cole to call you if he needed a ride home before bidding him farewell for the evening.

A couple hours had passed, you finished your homework and hadn't gotten anything from Cole about needing a ride. You figured he would be okay and decided to get ready for bed. You changed into your pajamas, did your skin care, brushed your teeth and hopped into bed.

You closed your eyes and just as you felt yourself falling asleep, your phone started ringing. You groaned and looked at the screen to see that Scooter Brickey was calling you.

Oh God.

"Scooter?" You said as you answered, and were met with giggling from the other line.

"Y/nnnnnn! Pleaseeeee come and get Cole, he is WASTED!" Scooter chuckled out, almost slurring his words.

"Just Cole?" You asked, laughing.

"Nooo, nooooo, definitelyyyyy notttt! I called an Uber but Cole has been talking about you all night so pretty sure he'd rather ride home with you than with a random person."

You laughed to yourself but slightly groaned, seeing as you now had to get up and drive just as you were about to fall asleep.

"Alright, I'm on my way." You said before hanging up.

You slipped on some shoes before grabbing your keys and heading out to your car.

When you arrived at the bar, you saw the boys standing outside. You were grateful enough that they got Cole outside so you didn't have to go into the bar in your pajamas.

His back was to you as you got out of your car, but when Scooter saw you he beamed and pointed in your direction, causing Cole to turn around.

His red, droopy eyes lit up when he saw you, and a shit eating grin overtook his face as he skipped over to you.

"LOVER GIRL! Hi sweet sugar pie!" Cole slurred as he engulfed you immediately.

You laughed as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He REEKED of alcohol, and you knew you had a long night ahead of you.

Another thing about Cole when he drinks, he is CLINGY. He's not typically a clingy boyfriend. He's not huge on PDA and doesn't demand your attention 24/7. However, it's a whole different story when he's drunk.

"Hi honey, did you have a good time?" You asked.

"I didddddd, but I'm ready to go home and be with you." He said, pulling away a bit and placing a sloppy kiss on your forehead.

"Seems like it. Okay, let's head home then."

You waved bye to his teammates before wrestling Cole into the car. It was a difficult task, seeing as he did NOT want to let go of you for the life of him.

"But Y/nnnnn! I don't want you to leaveeeee!" He argued as you buckled his seatbelt in.

"I'm right here baby, but I need to get you home." You said.

"Your home! I want to go to your home!" He slurred.

"Okay, I will take you to my home but you need to let me drive you there." You said.

Cole huffed and said, "Fineeeee. Let's gooooo."

Once he agreed, you shut the passenger door before going to the drivers side and getting in.

The typical 10 minute car ride felt like an eternity with Cole babbling about holding you and making grabby hands at you the whole way, distracting your driving.

"Cole McWard I love you with all my heart but if we crash you are to blame." You said, seriousness laced in your voice.

Cole gasped and said, "I would never let anything happen to you."

"You are about to cause a wreck by grabbing me, please stop." You said, trying to sound nice but stern.

Cole pouted as he looked down. "Sorry, baby."

He controlled himself for the rest of the ride, but was right back on you as you walked into your apartment.

"FINALLYYYYY!" He yelled, and you shushed him immediately.

"SHHHHH! My roommates are asleep." You said, starting to lose your patience a bit with your drunk boyfriend.

"So? They've definitely heard a thing or two from us before." Cole said as he broke out into a giggling fit.

"Cole, go to my room, now." You scolded.

He happily obliged, throwing himself onto your bed.

You poured him a glass of water and grabbed some pain meds that he was sure to need in the morning before joining him in your room.

"Y/N! COME HERE!" He yelled, once again, as you entered your room.

You shushed him again, closing your door.

"Cole honey, please! My roommates are sleeping and I've had a long night, I need you to be quieter." You said, sounding agitated.

You were expecting him to close his mouth, but instead you were met with yet another fit of laughter.

"What is so funny?" You asked, putting your hands on your hips.

"Nothing, you're just hot when you're mad." Cole said, smirking at you.

"Glad you find my agitation funny." You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Oh pfft. Stop pouting and get over here so I can hold you." He said, opening up his arms.

"No. Not until you apologize for driving me insane." You said.

Cole sat up and said, "Fine. I am sorry for being loud, almost making you crash and driving you insane. But please come cuddle with me baby, I need it. I need you."

You could never resist him.

You rolled your eyes as you took your shoes off and got into bed with him.

You fell right into him, placing your head on his chest as he held you close.

"I'm sorry I annoyed you tonight. I love you." Cole said, placing a kiss on your head.

You laughed and said, "I love you too, Coley. But I am coming with you next time to keep an eye on your alcohol intake, okay?"

"Sounds good to me."

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St Louis : Freddy Krueger’s Origin story

His beginning in St Louis

Warning: LONG !

Freddy was bored. He was aimlessly wandering the streets of his empty nightmare world and groaned loudly in annoyance. He had built this place to scare people, but why didn't people come to him then ?! He was tired of being alone in those empty endless corridors and wished for at least a little entertainment. It had been years since his last visitor or his last escape to the actual world. He wanted out of this place and almost regretted not keeping one of those pesky children around, just so he could make a deal and see what's out there.

He kicked a piece of metal on the floor that hit one of the metal pipes running along the walls and the sound echoed loudly. He sighed and was about to go back when he heard it—a small whimper.

He smirked.

Seemed like someone had finally found their way into his lair.

He found the source of the noise crying underneath a dirty rug, located between two pipes. Her face hidden behind her arms. She was a small shivering thing with her legs against her chest, her pink pajamas and her black hair covering her face.

~Oh. He would have fun with that one.

His smile widened.

"Seems like it's my lucky day..Fresh meat.", he made his presence known and she finally looked up at him with big tearful eyes. He relished in the fear in her gaze. She tried to escape, but Freddy grabbed her arm before she could and in an instant, they were plunged into darkness. All the girl could feel was a terrible cold—numbing her extremities and making her teeth clatter. She tried to rub her arms with her hands to gain a little bit of warmth, but to no avail.

And then, Freddy reappeared and pinned her to a wall before taking a long inhale of her scent. She smelt like jasmin and orange blossom. It was sickeningly sweet. He then slowly raised his clawed hand and tucked a strand of her hair away. He smirked when he felt her shiver in fear underneath his touch and he took a closer look at her face. He was agreeably surprised.

"You're pretty. I like pretty. It's a nice change.", he commented appreciatively. She didn't say anything and he then pondered on whether he should kill her right now—or play a little first ? But then, he realized she was maybe the only person he would get to see before another century. She was also his only available ticket out of here. So, he kept his demon at bay in order not to frighten her any further and offered her a small smile that he hoped didn't seem very threatening, but he didn't count on it.

"Sorry, princess. I forgot my manners. Now...What's your name ? And tell me, how's the world been doing since I kicked the bucket ?"

He took a step back—but didn't back off enough to give her the chance to run away. She slowly turned her face back towards him and he could see that her lips had turned blue. His eyes widened as he realized he had forgotten he couldn't feel the cold, but she did.

"Oops. My bad." He quickly said before snapping his fingers and in a matter of seconds—they were both in front of a fire and she had a hot cup of hot cocoa in her hands. Well...a king of first impressions, he was ! He shook his head at his own mistake before waiting for her to be warm enough to answer. And finally, she did.

"My name is Eva."

He grinned and extended his hand forward.

"Freddy. At yar service." The girl still seemed a little spooked, but she still shook his hand.

"Eva."

He tilted his head and the girl stared at his every movement carefully.

"And tell me, Eva…When are you from exactly ?"

"When ?"

"Yes. When ?"

"Well...It's 20** now and..", she started, but wasn't allowed to finish as Freddy's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Damn," he interrupted her. "Really ? Sh*t. Haven't realized how long it has been.."

She nodded and Freddy sighed. To think he was already in another century...It seemed like yesterday that he was a simple gardener in a kindergarten. Well, before he went on a killing spree after his death. He then eyed her suspiciously. Normally, he could feel immediately when someone entered his realm, but he hadn't felt her…He then wondered if she knew him by any chance ? Maybe, was she the unfortunate offspring of one of the brats he had killed ?

"Say...What's your last name ?" He asked and she frowned in incomprehension before answering him.

"Cortez."

Nope. Definitely not. None of the kids at his trial had that last name. He relaxed and they fell into an awkward silence until he eventually broke it.

"Say...you didn't answer my earlier question. How's the world been doing ? Anything to report ? You seem like someone who went to war. Did World War III broke out or something ?", he asked half-jokingly.

People who ended up in his realm were people who were scared as hell or were searching to escape their reality. Literally. So, what had brought her ? She visibly tensed up at the question.

"I mean...No offense. But, I do not want to answer. We don't know each other."

Oh. It made sense now. He had fallen on one of those pesky closed-off overthinking brats with a lot of personal issues. He held out back an annoyed groan before addressing her a plastered smile.

"What ? Daddy gave you no house money, so you decided to make a deal with a demon or something ?", he jeered—but Eva glared at him with such animosity—and his grin immediately fell.

'Careful, little girl. I don't like that look..', he thought while raising his claws warningly. It would be so simple and satisfying to slash her pretty little neck and be done with it. Eva seemed to realize and lowered her gaze before explaining.

"No. I just lost my dad and my mom is always away for work." She then looked away. "She didn't even assist to the funeral.."

Well...Way to go. He had maybe just tear his own ticket to freedom to pieces. At this point, he may as well kill her. But, he was too curious.

"And why are ya here ? Why did ya summon me ?"

Eva sighed and seemed to hesitate whether or not to tell him.

"…I didn’t. I wasn’t trying to summon a demon."

Freddy tilted his head curiously.

"Yeah ? Then what ?"

She hesitated before confessing.

"…I wanted to see my dad."

They both stayed silent for a moment. He could kill her. She was right there and his bloodthirst was already boiling in his veins. But, instead decided to give her a choice—which was rare for him.

"How about you and I make a deal, princess ?", he said before entering her personal space once more—his sharp blades shining red with the light of the fire. "You get me out there, and I’ll give you a dad. How’s that ?"

He extended his unclawed hand forward with a grin and she frowned with uncertainty. Was it really wise to trust him ? She sighed. Well, it was too late to backtrack now. She finally indulged.

"Fine. But, I heard that demons couldn't break their vows so...You won't hurt me and you’ll hold your end of the promise, alright ?"

Freddy rolled his eyes, but out of options, agreed. Besides, she didn't seem to have caught on the fact he was only half demon. As far as deals were concerned, they didn't apply when he was in his human form. But, he wasn't going to tell her that. Besides, he wasn't counting on staying long.

"Fine. I ain't gonna touch you and I’ll do whatever ya say." He conceded and Eva frowned—unsatisfied.

"How can I be sure you're telling the truth ?"

Freddy sneered before suddenly moving incredibly close to her, so close she could see the flames of hell sparkling in his eyes.

"Would you believe me if I said I swear it on my heart ?", he asked with a malicious grin and Eva frowned.

"No."

She hadn't meant to sound so rude, but she didn't trust Freddy. She had heard of rumors and she knew what he was capable of.

"Fine. Here." He tear a piece of his shirt and gave it to her. She frowned and looked up at him with a skeptical frown.

"What's that ?"

Freddy scoffed. The girl wasn't even aware of what a gift from a demon involved, the most powerful way to get a slasher under someone's control. Some people had died for it, but Freddy didn't mind. He could tell the girl was the kind to be careful.

"A talisman. We usually don't give it that easy, but let's say I like you, kid. And you seem to be intelligent enough to use it when it's necessary."

Eva wasn't convinced, but she still shoved the piece of clothe in her pocket and then asked.

"Okay...What do I have to do ?"

"Nothing much. Just stay close to me and when you wake up, I'll wake up next to you."

Eva nodded and they both sat next to each other. Freddy looked up at the ceiling and Eva at her feet. They had to wait a couple of minutes for Eva to wake up and Freddy had no idea what to say to her.

Was it all a dream ?

Eva didn't know. And she didn't know if she wanted to know.

When she woke up :

Eva blinked several times before recognizing her ceiling and the little stars she had crafted when she was in second grade. She sighed

It was really just a dream after all...She closed her eyes. However, she was awoken once more by noises coming from her kitchen.

She quickly got up and ran to the kitchen, only to see her kitchen in a disastrous state. It felt like a bull had ran over everything and left it a mess. She was so shocked—she failed to notice the stranger behind her until he spoke.

"Sup' ?" Eva almost fell backwards when she heard the voice behind her. She turned around swiftly and saw a stranger standing there with chopsticks and looking completely unbothered by her. He only kept slurping loudly on some noodles while staring at her.

"Is that my last noodle box ?" She finally asked with an arked eyebrow and the man shrugged.

"Is that my talisman ?" He shot back.

Eva looked down at the piece of cloth in her hand and sighed. Of course. Of course Freddy Krueger would haunt her nightmares. And of course she would bring him back to life...

"Touché." She conceded before settling down on one of the kitchen's chairs. She poured herself a bowl of cereal before looking up at the time and quickly finished her bowl. She then got dressed and grabbed her bag.

"Don't touch anything !"

Freddy scoffed. He would touch whatever he damn pleased...Matter-of-fact...He smirked to himself and followed her...He would take a look at her school—since he didn't have much to do anyway but scare a couple of teens.

At the end of the day :

Eva was called into the headmaster's office and she sighed. She hadn't meant to cheat. She just wanted to pass and had been unable to resist. She felt ashamed—but it was too late now.

"We called your father." The headmaster announced and Eva blinked once in confusion.

"My father ? But he's..", she started—but reconsidered. Did Freddy really hold up his end of the bargain ? Had he…? A smile drew on her face—but it was quickly wiped off by a loud voice in the hall.

"DADDY'S RIGHT HERE SWEETIE !" Freddy slammed the door open and raised his hands in the air with a big grin plastered on his face.

"Sorry. Got lost searching for the milk for the last 18 years. But, hey ! I'm here now !" He shook the hands of everyone in the room as if it was award-day before sitting down beside Eva who looked like she wanted to kill him.

...What was he doing ? Where was her dad ?

"As we've told you before, Eva is an excellent student. She just seems to be a little preoccupied those days and we were wondering if it had maybe something to do with what was happening at home ?", the headmaster tried to explain and make Freddy talk about Eva’s home situation. But, Freddy was having none of it.

"My kid is perfectly fine." He scoffed. "She ain't troubled. She just needs people to leave her the fuck alone."

All the people in the room were shocked by his words and the headmaster finally spoke again after scratching his throat awkwardly.

"Mr. Cortez. No cursing please."

Freddy rolled his eyes before replying.

"Am gonna curse if I damn want to…"

He then raised his hand, but Eva suddenly grabbed it and lowered it back against him.

"Calm down, dad."

The glare she sent his way made Freddy immediately sit down—grumbling. The principal started explaining how Eva’s grades had been falling recently and how she was becoming more and more disrespectful with the teachers. Eva stayed silent while Freddy seemed to barely be able to contain himself. He was starting to get bored and annoyed. At the end, when the principal asked for his opinion…he didn’t have a lot to say.

"Go. Fuck. Yourselves."

The principal and the teacher present were dumbfounded and before anyone could stop him, Freddy grabbed Eva by the wrist and dragged her out of the office. When they were far enough, she pulled away and glared at him.

"WHAT WAS THAT ?!"

He cackled.

"Come on ! They were pissing you off too !"

Eva shook her head.

"Not that ! You pretended to be my dad !"

She seemed genuinely angry and it took Freddy by surprise.

"Daddy for a few weeks. Chill, kid. I gotta come back to my world at some point. Not that I don't like your nerdy a**. But, I ain't gonna torment you forever. Even I wouldn't handle it."

Eva frowned. What was he talking about ?! Where was her real dad ?! She had asked him for her real dad ! Not a damn knock-off ! She was about to answer when someone cut her off.

"FREAK !"

They both turned their heads towards the voice and Freddy saw a blond boy in the middle of the corridor. He was jot looking at Freddy though. He was looking at Eva. And from the expression on her face ? They certainly weren’t friends…Freddy grinned and squeezed Eva’s shoulder.

"Step outside, sweetheart. I'll be right behind ya."

She was about to protest when Freddy squeezed her shoulder once more and the look he gave her made her shiver. She begrudgingly complied and walked away.

As soon as she was outside, Freddy’s smile grew as he turned back towards the boy and grabbed him by the collar to pull him forward harshly.

"Now, listen to me good, bitch. You speak to her like that one more time, and I'll paint this whole school with yar fucking blood, got it pretty boy ?"

"Y—Yes, sir !", the boy replied frightfully and his eyes went wide at the sharp blades now so close to his face.

"Good boy. Now, scram.", Freddy finally said before releasing the boy who ran away.

Freddy cackled before stepping outside. When Eva asked what he had done ? He didn’t answer. But, that boy wouldn’t be bothering her anymore…

Back home :

The moment they were back at the house, Eva turned around to glare at Freddy.

"I asked you to bring back my dad ! What’s wrong with you ?!"

Freddy sniggered mockingly.

"Nah nah, sweetheart. I can’t bring back the dead. I only told ya you could have A dad. Not YOUR dad."

Eva gritted her teeth and threw her backpack in his face.

"LIAR !"

Freddy barely managed to avoid it before glaring back at Eva.

"Not my fault ya one gullible lil’ girl."

Eva was furious and yelled.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE !"

Freddy cackled before suddenly grabbing her wrist to pull her towards him. He then grinned maliciously.

"Not a chance, sweetie. Am here to torment ya. And I’ll stay till ya lose yer goddamn mind !"

Eva gasped and her eyes widened at the cruel streak in his eyes. What had she been thinking ? Of course he wasn’t her friend. He would never be. She wrenched away from his grip and glared at him.

"…You are a monster."

He held back a snort.

"Took you long enough."

She huffed and slammed the door of her bedroom. The moment she was out of reach, she started crying on her bed. Freddy could walk through doors in his dreamworld, but not in the world of the living. He sighed and knocked at her door.

"Hey, kiddo. Open up."

She didn’t answer, but her door wasn’t locked. When he entered, he found her buried underneath layers of blankets and he hesitated whether or not to joke about it. But, he couldn’t help himself.

"Hey, rabbit. Get out your rabbit hole, will you ? Gotta talk to you."

She sighed before getting her head out and looking at him.

"What ?"

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. This was going to be one hell of an awkward moment.

"Uh…Are you hungry ?"

Eva frowned. Why would the dream demon care about that ?

"…Not particularly. No."

They stayed in perfect silence for a while until Freddy’s stomach suddenly rumbled and suddenly, Eva understood. Her mouth twisted into a knowing smirk.

"Oh…Now, that’s hilarious." She looked up at his face and realised he was trying his best not to blush in embarrassment. Freddy wasn’t in his dream world anymore, which meant…"You’re hungry, aren’t you ?"

He grumbled something and suddenly, Eva pulled the covers off her to stand up in front of Freddy. Now that she thought about it, he wasn’t that tall. She thought he would be taller. In her dreams, he was this terrible dream demon who could make anyone’s life miserable. But here ? He needed to eat and bend down to human needs. So…

"Fine then. I’ll make you food. But, on one condition."

Freddy frowned as Eva’s grin widened.

"…You’ll do exactly what I say. And no doing anything without asking me first."

His eyes widened and he crossed his arms aver his chest.

"Oh ? You think you can control me, little girl ?"

She mimicked him and crossed her arms over her own chest.

"You wanna starve and live on the street ?"

There was a silent challenge between the two of them until Freddy finally yielded. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Fine, girly. You win. No more acting out."

Eva smiled victoriously before walking past him and getting downstairs to prepare dinner.

Maybe…Living with Freddy wouldn’t be such a pain after all.

A few days later :

Turns out, Freddy held his promise. He didn’t interfere with Eva’s life anymore, as long as he was fed. He stayed in the house most of the time and watched TV. But, Eva knew better than to trust the dream demon. Freddy was dangerous. And she would be foolish to forget it.

However, it seemed he wasn’t as much an inconvenience as she thought he would be. He was annoying. Rude. A pervert. But, he kept her company and actually helped around the house—which seemed rather strange. But, she wouldn’t be the one to point it out.

And soon enough, a strange thing happened.

They both fell in this sort of comfortable everyday life. She would leave for school, but Freddy was always there when she would come back. She didn’t ask what he was doing when she wasn’t there, but he told her anyway. Since he was technically human in the real world, his conversations were rather lively to talk about the most mondaine of things. He would talk about what he saw on TV like he hadn’t seen one before, he would marvel at the smallest things like Chinese takeaway and was so easy to satisfy…It was almost comical. He did have the occasional gross statements about the good looks of the women neighbours or his old kills. But, other than that ? He wasn’t that bad a roommate.

Unfortunately, Freddy hated being bored. And she knew that when he would be bored…he would come and annoy her. And soon enough, he finally found something to use against her.

They were sitting in the living room. Eva was doing her homework while Freddy was sitting upside down on the couch—staring at the clock. He had made the deal to get out and have some fun, but all Eva was doing was ignore him, pretend he was just a spider on the wall. He was tired of it.

He groaned loudly in annoyance before standing up.

"That's it. We're doing something fun !" He thought Eva would at least spare him a glance, but all she did was continue working. At this point, he was scared the girl didn’t even know how to have fun. He sighed as she kept ignoring him and he looked down at her bag before noticing a bright purple flyer. He picked it up and smiled as he read that Eva had a dance in two weeks. He looked at her—still plunged into her work. His smirk faltered.

Yeah…Fat chance she was ever going.

"Ya got a dance right ?"

He suddenly slammed the flyer in front of her eyes and Eva barely flinched. But, she did seem mildly surprised as she looked up at him with a quizzical raised eyebrow.

"Yeah. And ?"

Freddy seemed stunned by her complete disinterest and sat in front of her with a grin.

"And…Let me teach you a move or two."

Her eyes widened and for the first time since they met, Freddy saw Eva laugh. She burst out laughing. He would have taken offense if he wasn’t so shocked. When she was finished laughing, Eva shook her head in disbelief.

"I am not dancing with you."

He sighed and shook his head before suddenly slamming his hand on the table.

"Let me rephrase that. Either we have fun—or I go out and find myself a nice bunch of innocent virgins and make a blood sacrifice to...me."

Alright—not really convincing. But, at this point, he didn’t have much to lose. And he thought she would just brush him off, as always. But, her eyes glanced down at the flyer and she bit her lower lip in hesitation. She did want to go. But…She didn’t know if she should.

She finally closed her eyes and sighed loudly in defeat.

"Fine…Five minutes."

Freddy was surprised she was complying, but he wouldn’t lose his chance. He smirked and clapped his hands excitedly. He then grabbed Eva’s hand before she could change her mind and smirked as she tried to pull away. But…She then relaxed as Freddy started leading her into a dance. They didn’t say anything until Freddy started giving her instructions.

"You’re too stiff. Relax. It ain’t like there’s anyone around. Just your ol’ pal Freddy."

Eva sighed.

That was the problem.

"…Why are you being nice ?"

She asked and Freddy forced a smile onto his face. He tried to look reassuring, but it didn’t work. It made her worry even more.

"Am bored. Wasn’t trying to be nice," he tried to tell her…but Eva wasn’t fooled.

"Freddy…Tell me the truth."

Freddy stopped.

He hesitated.

He remained silent and Eva finally pulled away from him.

She waited for him to explain. He seemed…worried.

"Look…girlie. I…Hum…I have to tell you something." He didn’t know how to tell her that it was almost time for him to go. He had noticed that his body was slowly decomposing. He was a dream demon. And dream demons couldn’t stay in the world of the living.

But, the more he looked at her and the more he wondered if he should tell her. She wouldn’t care, right ? It’s not like they were friends or anything…

He huffed a laugh and shrugged.

"Just…Try not to fall on your ass when you get to prom, alright ?"

She tilted her head and didn’t seem to believe him at first, but he then decided to use her momentary inattention to trip her backwards and smirk as she almost fell to the ground. But, he caught her.

"Like that."

She huffed and groaned in annoyance before quickly standing up and giving him a glare.

"You scared me, idiot."

His smirk grew into a victorious grin.

"Well, I did my job right then."

She rolled her eyes before walking away—a tiny smile on her face. She was gonna cook dinner. Freddy followed her with his eyes and smiled as well…But, his smile fell when he looked down at his trembling fingers. He could feel his strength dwindling away…He closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

…He wasn’t going to tell her.

It was for the best.

The next day :

Would you be my prom buddy ?

A note was left on the table next to his breakfast plate. He looked at it. He looked at it for a long time. He actually stared at it until it was the end of school for Eva and she came back.

"…What the fuck is that ?"

He asked her before she could even put down her backpack. There was a long silence until Eva opened her mouth.

"…Can’t you read ?"

He glared at her.

"Yeah. Ahah. Don’t play smartass with me. What does it mean ?"

Eva sighed.

"It’s an invitation to prom. I know. It’s stupid. But, I thought…"

"You thought…what exactly ?" He cut her off. "Hey ! Let’s ask the dream demon for a dance at my stupid highschool dance ?"

Her eyes widened. She didn’t think it would get such a rise out of him. She thought he would actually appreciate the offer and it would go straight to his gigantic ego. But, he looked mad. Really mad.

"Freddy…Why are you so mad ? It’s just a stupid dance. Nobody asked me and you showed me that you liked dancing yesterday. I just thought…"

Freddy’s eyes softened. He knew that he shouldn’t be so angry. That it was the perfect chance to scare some teenagers and embarrass the girl for ages. But…His fingers were still shaking and he could feel his body’s slowly but surely withering away.

He looked away.

He couldn’t tell her.

He couldn’t tell her he probably wouldn’t be there anymore by the time she gets to the fucking prom.

Eva mistook his silence for spite and huffed a laugh of disbelief. She knew the demon was stubborn and cruel, but she didn’t think he would be the one to give her the silent treatment. Freddy was everything but quiet. It was one of the only great things he was. Loud. At least, she always knew what was going on through his dark twisted mind. But, seeing him acting like this was just…weird.

"…Fine. Have it your way." She finally huffed before walking away and Freddy winced as he heard Eva’s door slam shut. He sighed before looking at his hand where the decomposed flesh was already showing.

A few hours later :

Freddy eventually went upstairs and hesitated whether or not to knock at her door. Finally, he wrapped his fingers around the doorknob before turning it silently and entering discreetly. The bedroom was dark and Eva had her back to him. His eyes softened as he saw her asleep.

He raised his hand over her face and slowly moved a strand of her hair away from her face.

How could he tell her ? How could he tell her that he couldn’t stay ? How could he tell her that if he stayed in the world of the living for too long…He’d disappear ?

"How am I supposed to go back when you got me all wrapped up around yar little finger, huh brat ?", he muttered while booping the girl with his finger. Eva turned around in her sleep and Freddy unconsciously smiled. Freddy tilted his head and smiled before wincing at the feeling in his chest. He didn't want a kid. He had already tried..People usually got hurt around him—if not worse.

He sighed before standing up to leave. He would keep his mouth shut. It was for the best. He thought she was asleep—he thought wrong. The moment he tried to walk away, he felt a hand wrap around his wrist and when he turned back—Eva's eyes were on him.

"Why are you talking weird..", she asked with a weak sleepy voice and Freddy sighed before sitting down next to her on her bed. "Listen. There is something I've been meaning to tell you but..."

She frowned worriedly and Freddy finally decided it was best to just show her. Eva gasped when he showed her his rotten arm and Freddy could already see she wouldn't understand. So, he explained.

"I'm dead, kiddo. I can't stay forever."

Eva squeezed his arm and shook her head vividly. No...It couldn't be.

"We..We'll go get some doctors. We'll figure this out. I'll..I'll find a way," Eva started crying and Freddy sighed before holding both of her hands in his.

"It's okay, kiddo. We both knew it was temporary. Besides, don't tell me you aren't glad to actually see me gone ?"

He was trying to cheer her up—but the nasty glare she gave him afterwards made him realize it was the wrong move.

"You are so f*cking stupid, Freddy Krueger.", she spat and Freddy knew he shouldn't get angry—but there was something truly infuriating about the hurt in her eyes. He was a monster. A slasher. She shouldn't be looking at him like that...like she cared...like she wanted him to stay. And worse of all, he shouldn't feel so damn disappointed he couldn't.

"What do you want from me, kiddo ? I do not make the rules."

"Bullshit !" She interrupted him. "You’re Freddy Krueger ! You do not have rules ! You just wanna leave me ! Like my parents did !"

Freddy’s eyes widened.

"Now, wait a minute, kiddo…That’s not fair. I swear I can’t stay. I am already rotting, little girl. There’s no…"

There’s no way I can stay. Sorry.

He wanted to say, but the words stayed stuck in his throat. Eva was glaring at him and he knew she hated him. And he knew he didn’t have a heart. He shouldn’t care about what some lousy brat was thinking…He really shouldn’t.

"You are a coward."

The words hurt more than he cared to admit, especially when Eva was looking at him with such hatred in her eyes. He knew what it felt like to be abandoned. But…

"Look, Eva…I…I really can’t stay. I wish I could."

He hoped she would understand.

A week later :

He had actually showed up.

Eva didn't know if she was happy or upset. But, he had put on his glamor and for a man with absolutely no taste, he had actually cleaned up good.

"...You're late.", she couldn't help but comment—but Freddy only shrugged.

"Hey. I'm here, ain't I ?", he retorted and even though Eva sighed in exasperation, she still smiled and took his hand.

"I'm glad...", she finally admitted and Freddy laughed before nudging her.

"Hey ! Don't go all soft on me now."

She huffed a laugh before discreetly wiping a few tears from her eyes.

"Yeah...You're right."

But their heartfelt moment was cut off by the mean comments of some of the other students.

"AHAHAH ! Look at those two freaks !"

"Is that really your dad ?"

"That’s just embarrassing…"

Suddenly, Eva felt all of their eyes on her and let go of Freddy's hand who threw a nasty glare around at all the other teens. He had forgotten how much they could all be a bunch of little shits. Made him not regret killing some of them when he had the chance.

However, Eva's reaction was what surprised him. She seemed to be hiding herself behind him, which would have been hilarious in any other circumstances than this one. She seemed genuinely afraid. She was shaking and Freddy sighed before turning around to face her and shield her from the others.

"Hey. Calm down, drama queen. You're going to be alright. Take a damn breath. It's only a stupid party." He whispered to her—but Eva shook her head and whimpered.

"I should have never come..."

He felt her anger and disappointment as if they were his own and his smile vanished.

"That damn party will be enough to make me fail my entire life. If I don't make good face, I won't have a good social circle, with no good social circle, people will think I'm stupid and that I don't have what it takes to go to college..I won't marry. Have kids. Have a life."

She started rumbling and Freddy's eyes widened in astonishment. What was she going on about ?!

"Who cares ? You're 17. Live a little.", he told her—but she shook her head again.

"I'm 18, asshole. And what ? You want me to end up like you ?"

Okay. Ouch. That last part did hurt, but fair. At her age, he had already given up on school and had probably already been sent off to delinquent camp. He wasn't like her. At all. But, from what he could see—she was too fuckin' anxious for a kid.

"Now, you listen here, ya ungrateful little shit. I don't know who taught you that life is all about good grades and marriage and fuckin' kids..? But, they're full of shit ! Life is all about you and what you want !"

He forced her to look at him and was about to continue when he saw the desperation in her eyes. Fuck. He knew that look. The look of the lost. How many times had he looked at himself in the mirror with that very same expression on his face. Too tired. Too angry. Too fuckin' miserable. It didn't look good on her...

"AND I WANT YOU TO FUCKING STAY !" He was rendered speechless as she finally confessed the real reason why she was so upset. She wanted him to stay and remain her dad. Eva knew it didn't make any sense, but she wanted Freddy to be her father forever. She stormed off and Freddy gritted his teeth. Shit.

He ran after her.

"HEY ! COME BACK HERE ! DADDY'S NOT DONE TALKING !" Eva flipped him off and he rolled his eyes—even though he was proud to have taught her something. He then grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him just as the music was starting again. He could feel her big crocodile tears wetting his collarbone and her fists clenching in his shirt.

He wanted to make her forget. He wanted to make her happy. Fuck ! It was her damn graduation party and it felt like a damn funeral !

"How about a dance, champ' ?", he finally asked and smirked when he saw the way her eyes widened in shock. At least she wasn't crying no more.

"DON'T YOU DARE—!"

Her protest fell into deaf ears as she was suddenly led into a dance. Freddy started twirling her around and even though she wanted to stop and yell at him some more, she couldn't. He turned elegantly, his body in tune with the slow music. Yet, there was a sort of harshness to him, like he was someone who shouldn’t be underestimated.

"Come on ! Let loose, girly. Let's not waste the little time we got."

His confident smirk made her feel as if he could do anything and she was just enjoying the ride, the thrill of dancing with danger. And even though she shouldn't, it made her feel as if she could do anything too. The warmth between them grew more powerful by the second. Her heartbeat was growing steadily along with the musical beat and if it was to be her last night with Freddy ? She would make it count. Their dance wasn't perfect; everything from their hectic breathing to how their feet moved to stay in sync with the music, but she wouldn't have it any other way. If, by the end of this dance her breath was taken away, she would know the exact reason why.

Eva didn't hear the dark whispers around her, as she was trying to keep up. And even though she was mad at him, she couldn't lie that it was the most fun she had had in a long time. Suddenly, Freddy went faster and to her surprise, she succeeded in dancing alongside him and when he bent her backwards, she even laughed.

"Here it is ! That smiley face people know and love.."

She opened her eyes and her smile fell when she saw Freddy's face. She hadn't realized that the reason for her classmates' cruel jeering was that Freddy's face had slowly melted away.

"F...Freddy ?", her voice shook with worry as she started touching the gooey texture he had tried to cover his face with. It felt...odd.

"Sh*t.", he almost dropped her as he tried to cover his face, but it was too late. He was vanishing. And he could now hear all of your classmates whispers around you both. He was the one ruining your party now...

"Hey. Look at me. F*ck them." Eva tried to drag him back into the dance—but he refused. Freddy only shook his head before storming out of the room to the gents' toilets and tried to hide his face all the way. He had never been ashamed of anything in his life, but he didn't want her to be hurt.

"She ain't even that pretty."

He kicked the door open and before either of the boys could escape, he had them both pinned by the throat.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY KID, YOU FUCKERS ?!"

"Fuck y'all. Wouldn't recognize pretty even if it was to spit you in the f*cking face."

He walked over their corpses and didn't look back. He knew she would be angry, but he didn't give two shits. The contract would be over tonight and he would be gone. If his last action was to offer her a little break from assholes like them ? Then, he'd gladly take the chance.

But, he didn't think of the consequences...

Not until his right hand started hurting him and he realized it was rapidly rotting away.

He looked at Eva—waiting for him on the dance floor. He hesitated before looking at the window of the men's restroom.

His exit.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

"Sorry kid..."

A few hours later :

"FREDDY !" Eva ran towards him and he winced and was about to tell you not to come any closer, but the pain started worsening in his right leg and he couldn't stay up any longer.

She rushed forward just as he hit the ground and held him closer to her as she cried out.

"What is going on ?!"

He didn't answer and only smiled before raising his face to gently stroke her face.

"...Pretty," he muttered weakly and Eva broke into sobs.

"We..We can fix this. I'll just break the contract. We'll make another deal. Please. Why did you do this ?" She asked while he was spitting blood and he shrugged.

"Never liked school."

She laughed and wiped her tears away.

"Stop making jokes. You are dying, you moron."

"Bah. Not really. It's just this body's expiration date. I'll still be around. In your head."

"...You didn't have to do any of this, idiot."

"Bullshit. They needed someone to teach them a thing or two about respect."

"Hey. I was an alright dad, right ?", he asked as blood started dripping down his chin and Eva hiccuped a laugh.

"Are you kidding ? The best.", she said and Freddy let out a small cackle.

"You're a terrible liar..."

She held his hand tightly and smiled weakly at him.

"Daddy for one more day...Please ? Stay. For me ?" She pleaded and Freddy's breath hitched. Freddy's face slowly melted away and his burnt face showed underneath his glamor. But, Eva wasn't afraid anymore.

He huffed a laugh before offering her a genuine smile and tipping his hat at her. "Are you kidding me ? Daddy for life, kiddo. For better and definitely for worse."

Eva smiled and kissed his forehead lovingly, but was then pulled back from him and dragged away.

"Wait...WAIT ! No. Please ! He was only trying to protect me !" She tried to explain—but nothing could have convinced them. Her eyes watered and in one last attempt to protect him, jumped forward to wrap her arms around him.

But then, she heard cars screech in the distance and stop just in front of the both of you. A man then stood out of the car and approached the both of you. He took a glance at Freddy's terrible state and sighed before introducing himself.

"Hello, Mr. Krueger. Nice to meet you. My name is Liam McCain and I am the head of security in a facility that is specialized in cases such as yours for complete rehabilitation..Do you accept ?" Freddy arked a skeptical eyebrow at him before eyeing the multiple holes in his chest significantly.

"In case you haven't noticed, I ain't got a lot of time left, buddy.." Liam seemed to realize and asked one of the nurses to bring something. When Eva saw the needle, she frowned and immediately grabbed his arm before he could inject whatever that was in his veins.

"Now, wait a minute ! What is that ?" She asked and Liam seemed to only realize now her presence since the moment he had stepped out of the car.

"Who is he to you ?" He asked in all seriousness and she was speechless. She actually didn't know who he was to her..Was he a friend ? No...That wasn't the right word. She glanced at Freddy's pitiful appearance and even if he must be in terrible pain, he forced himself to smile reassuringly at you.

"He's my dad." She finally settled for before holding his hand and squeezing it lightly.

Liam stayed expressionless at first, but his face was soon brightened with a knowing smile.

"Of course he is.."

He then hit her on the back of the head and you fell to the floor—unconscious. Freddy's chest heaved as he didn't even have the strength to raise a finger and could only yell at general McCain.

"HEY, YOU FUCKER ! GET AWAY FROM HER ! I'LL REMOVE YOUR HEAD FROM THE REST OF YOU, ASSHOLE !"

He used his last strength to raise his clawed hand and try to get to you, but was unsuccessful. Liam ignored him and carefully picked you up before putting you in one of the officers' arms.

"Get her home safely."

The agent nodded promptly before carrying you away. Once you were out of sight, Liam crouched back next to Freddy and sighed when he saw that Freddy was giving him the middle finger.

"I can't believe I'm going to save the infamous Freddy Krueger..."

He then injected the substance inside of him and Freddy fell unconscious.

Freddy's eyes suddenly snapped open. But, before he could move as much as a muscle, Liam attached a sort of collar around his neck and he suddenly had a lot of riffles pointed at him.

"Welcome back, Mr. Krueger. And welcome to St Louis."

Freddy looked up and his eyes widened as he saw a big building made with red bricks. He could feel the power of this place and seethed.

"What the f...?! What the heck is this place ?!"

Liam smiled enigmatically.

"...Your new home."

Freddy was once again sedated before being dragged inside.

A few years later :

Eva Cortez entered St Louis and she took a deep breath. She had finally found it. It had taken her years, but she had finally found it…St Louis. Her feet immediately guided her towards the basement and once she was in front of Freddy’s cell—she stopped.

"...Hey, Freddy."

Silence.

Freddy didn’t answer and Eva sighed.

She had his talisman wrapped around her wrist and gripped the bars of his cell.

"You remember me ?" She asked, but Freddy remained unresponsive.

"...Come on. It's me." She insisted and smiled. She was trying not to cry as she realised he wasn’t reacting. She sighed before asking in a weak voice:

"Daddy for a day ?"

Suddenly, Freddy seemed to react as he slowly turned his head towards you and his eyes lit up in recognition.

"...Daddy for life, kiddo."

Eva smiled and tried not to cry as she extended her hand through the bars and held his hand.

"I'm here. I'm here, dad." He smiled, but Eva was surprised when Freddy pulled her flush against his cage and his eyes seemed so cold.

"Go. Leave this place. Now. It ain’t for you here. Get out. Get out now."

Eva couldn't help but smile and even though her every instinct was telling her to run, she used her other hand to gently stroke Freddy's cheek.

"I missed you too.."

Freddy's face softened and he sighed before pressing his forehead against hers.

"Please. Leave, kiddo."

However, Liam entered behind her and Freddy's face twisted in anger. He scratched her hand while pushing her away and Eva fell to the floor.

"Go. Leave." Freddy told her and Eva’s eyes widened at the sudden change in behaviour of Freddy.

"I do not understand…Why ? Freddy ?"

Freddy didn’t say anything—his eyes glaring daggers at Liam.

"Miss Cortez. Please. Wait outside." Liam said and Eva sighed in defeat.

"Alright." Eva complied and Freddy sat back in a corner. Once she was gone, Liam returned his eyes on the cage where Freddy was waiting. Liam sighed.

"Your daughter came to visit you. The least you could do is thank her. She really did everything in her power to find you."

Freddy snorted.

"She shouldn’t have. And I have no daughter. She’s just a chick. Just…send her back."

Liam chuckled and Freddy glared at him.

"What’s so funny, asshole ?"

Liam kept a smile on his face.

"I am afraid I cannot send her away. You see…Miss Cortez applied to a position as a nurse in our establishment and she was hired."

Freddy’s eyes widened and he suddenly reached out to Liam to cut his throat.

"You BITCH ! There are other slashers in here ! She’s gonna get herself killed !" He roared and Liam laughed as he walked away.

"Those are the risks of the profession, Mr. Krueger !"

Freddy punched the bars of his cell and yelled:

"NO ! NO ! Get her out of here ! You hear me ?! OR AM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, MCCAIN !"

Liam chuckled again on his way out and Freddy sank on his knees.

No.

No no no…

She couldn’t work here. She couldn’t.

Freddy gritted his teeth and his eyes became red with anger…He would kill them all.

HE WOULD KILL THEM ALL.

#Spotify #freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger x child!reader #freddy krueger #slashers au

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Phic Phight 2023: Amnesia

Oops, forgot to post this from my mad dash to finish Phic Phight! This one was for @bubblegumbeech and @duchi-nesten

Title: Amnesia WC: 3456 (I swear that's not on purpose) Summary: Phantom didn't remember who he was before. One day, he just woke up here, and this is where he's been ever since.

[ao3] [chapter 2]

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Phantom gilded around the island. It looked safe, deserted, with only a pod of blob ghosts bubbling around the little ecto-pool. He hesitated, surveying the few trees that lined the edges of the pool for any potential animosity, before diving down into the clearing. He touched down on a rock that jutted above the pool, and the few blob ghosts nearby dashed away, sensing his greater power. Ignoring them—they would be back, they always came back—he crouched on the rock.

Below, he could see himself, just as he always could. His reflection was fuzzy, tinted green, but it gave him a clear enough idea of what he looked like. Who he was. Maybe, before he got here.

He wouldn’t know. He’s always lived in the Infinite Realms.

Even if the other ghosts disagree.

He can hear them. Warbled speech he can only halfway comprehend through the hissing and static, but he could make out the one word they called him: halfa. They always said it with a sneer, maybe some jealousy too. Half human, half ghost, half-formed, halfa. He knew, theoretically, what it meant.

He didn’t die correctly, he wasn’t formed right. He was only half of what he should be.

A halfa.

Supposedly, it meant he used to be something else. Before he came here, just like the other ghosts. But when he asked, the other ghosts left him. He didn’t sound right when he spoke, he didn’t act right, his core wasn’t right. They hissed at him like he was cursed, they wouldn’t look at him or answer his questions. Some regarded him with pity, but most looked over with fear. Aggression. Hostility.

And so, he didn’t know what a human was, even if he supposedly was half of one. He didn’t know where to find them either. He knew there was a door to the humans somewhere, but no one would tell him so it remained a mystery.

And he was fine with that. Really, he was.

He was.

He dipped his hand into the pool, warm water swirling around his claw. The mirror image of himself rippled, and then the ectoplasm stilled, and he saw himself again. His glowing skin, pointed ears, wispy white hair. And then the other, peculiar features. The green freckles dotting his cheeks like star constellations, the bright aura shimmering with blue, purple, and gold speckles like stars spiraling around their galaxies, and his eyes. Eyes of greens, purples, and golds, eyes that were constantly shifting, eyes that seemed to pull and morph with their own gravity.

He had always lived in the Infinite Realms. He wasn’t supposed to know what a galaxy or space was, much less the different constellations in the night sky. But he knew that Ursa Major was on his right cheek and Andromeda was on his left cheek, and when he closed his eyes he could smell the dew on the grass and he could see the twinkling lights in the night sky.

But what was that? That couldn’t be his memory. He had always lived here, right here, in the Infinite Realms.

Or maybe that was from Before. When he was a human—only human. Just like the whispers from the other ghosts told him.

He cupped his hands and dipped them into the pool again, ruining the reflection before him. Ducking his head down, he sipped the ectoplasm that rose with his hands. It was cool, tangy, and had a hint of lime.

It was interesting how he knew that. He had tried many fruits in the Infinite Realms. Ecto-plants grew everywhere, and unlike the other ghosts, it seemed like Phantom almost needed to consume them. But he was sure he had never tasted a lime before.

So then how did he know that ectoplasm tasted like lime?

It was one of the many things that didn’t add up.

A brave blob ghost nipped at his hair. Phantom pulled back to be greeted with a high-pitched coo and a bright green face that nuzzled into his aura. He reached a finger up, still dripping with ectoplasm, and scratched the little ghost’s chin.

The ghost leaned into his touch, its eyes growing half-lidded as the seconds ticked on. He brought his other hand under the ghost, all but cradling it, and flared his aura out to encase the small ghost.

That seemed to do the trick as the weaker ghost, feeding off of the dense ectoplasm of Phantom’s core, sank into his hand and rolled sideways. Phantom giggled and moved to scratch its tummy. It really was like a little cat, purring into his glove as its core filled up.

Eventually, the ghost gave another coo, signaling it was satiated. Phantom set it down on the rock to doze off, leaping off the rock and onto the soft terrain of the island. Sauntering up to a tree, he plucked a green ecto-apple off the branch and sat down, resting against the base of the trunk to take a bite. It, like everything else here, tasted acidic, tingling his throat as he swallowed. It didn’t taste bad though. In fact, it was quite appetizing. But there was something missing, one of the many missing missing reasons as to why he was here, why he didn’t fit in, why he still had some human superglued onto him, why the other ghosts viewed him like a cursed child.

But that was okay. It had to be.

It didn’t bother him.

Phantom settled into the tree, settling into the comforting aura from the ecto-nature around him. The charges from the grass tickled his aura, and the glow of the tree blended into his own.

A blob ghost broke from its pod and settled into his lap. Phantom absentmindedly put his hand over the creature’s back, stroking it lightly.

The Infinite Realms was quiet today.

His eyes grew heavy, and he could feel his hand slipping off the little blob’s back. He felt the sizzle of rings sparking at his waist, and then they faded out.

He could feel it more when he was tired, the human side of him. Some days, when he was in a section of the zone where the atmosphere of ambient ectoplasm was thin, his human half relished in the opportunity to play. At first, Phantom wouldn’t let it take over. Humans were foreign, humans were ostracized, they were scary.

No, they were weak. And weak was scary.

But human or ghost out in front, the other ghosts avoided him anyway. So he stopped trying to hide it long ago.

Besides, part of him was admittedly a bit curious. His hair was solid, dense. He could rake his fingers through it and feel the individual strands on his skin. He was so detailed without his technicolor aura hazing over him.

And his clothes. They were…different. His shirt was soft. Cotton, was it called? His pants—jeans—were rough but worn. He wasn’t sure how he knew they were worn, just that they were.

He wondered if other humans dressed like that too. If they wore their jeans till they went soft, if their cotton T-Shirts were baggy against their bodies too. He wondered if their skin had little hairs on it, nearly invisible from a distance, or if they all had solid hair on their scalps that they could run their fingers through.

But it was okay if he didn’t find that out today.

For now, he would just sleep.

****

He heard it in his sleep first.

A low rumbling of a motor. It was oddly familiar to him, but he couldn’t place from which of his dreams he’d heard it before.

And then in his half-awake daze, he realized that it wasn’t coming from his dreams. It was sounding from his ears. And it was getting higher, closer. It was soft, and so very familiar.

He cracked his eye open and saw it. A white, metal object flying toward him.

It was familiar. His mind knew that it had a name, and he knew that he once knew the name. But not anymore.

He set the blob ghost down on the grass and rose up, his legs morphing into a tail as he went. Anxiety prickled his spine, and through the corners of his eyes, he could see his aura reacting in response, growing brighter, the stars shining through more, warding off the enemy don’t come closer, I’m stronger than I look.

The spaceship kept toward him.

He wiped the last of his sleep from his brain and nearly did a double take.

A spaceship!

Of course!

That’s how he knew what it was! It was a spaceship! Spaceships were from space, they held astronauts that got to look at stars! They were good.

It was a spaceship!

Excitement buzzed over Phantom’s skin, and he could see a few planets and their moons pop up around his aura. Oh, he was sure his freckles must have been beaming at this rate.

He couldn’t help himself as he shot forward, caution be damned. It was a spaceship, and Phantom was finally going to see it!

He pulled up in front of it, reigning in his aura so as to not frighten whichever ghost resided inside. The other ghosts didn’t like him, but perhaps if he showed this ghost that he loved space as well, then the other ghost would talk to him.

And then through the glare, he saw it.

Them.

The two aura-less figures.

He jolted back instinctually.

All children of the Infinite Realms had an aura. It was one of those instinctual things that Phantom just knew. Anything without an aura was foreign, just like his human side.

He hesitated, then crept closer again to confirm what he saw before: two figures with no aura. Humanoid, like him. Both with black hair, though one was partially covered by a red hat. One had pale skin while the other, the one with the hat, was brown. The pale one wore dark attire, blacks and purples, while the other wore a bright yellow sweater and green pants.

No aura.

They weren’t from the Infinite Realms.

Phantom looked around, but there was no one near them. No one who could see these two…creatures.

He pointed to the island, hoping the figures inside got the memo, and then flew back down to the grassy surface.

Regardless if this area was empty right now, anyone could appear at a moment’s notice. The cover of trees was much more secure for this spaceship.

The spaceship followed him, landing in a clearing. The nearby blob ghosts scattered, likely feeling the wrongness coming from the ship.

Phantom didn’t blame him. He could feel it too, now that he was up close. There was ectoplasm coming from the metal, but inside? It was empty.

Ghosts had cores. But this had no core. It wasn’t a ghost.

What was it?

He stared at the two figures, which squinted as they looked back at him. Their mouths were moving, and Phantom wondered what they were saying.

Did they want him to come closer? Back away?

It was unnerving, standing in front of a creature that couldn’t communicate its wants with its aura. It felt alien, and yet…

…somehow, familiar.

What are they?

Steeling his nerves, he approached the spaceship. He reached out a hand and brushed the metal with his fingertips. It was cold, and he couldn’t help the happy purr that his core gave in response.

It was a spaceship after all.

Phantom didn’t know much, but he knew he loved space.

The figures watched him closely but didn’t move. Phantom mentally poked around, but he couldn’t feel any aggression coming from them. He pressed a hand up against the front, and leaned in until his forehead touched the glass.

And he recognized them.

Well, not that he recognized them specifically, but just that he recognized their forms. Their hair was solid, their skin was detailed, and they didn’t have auras hazing their bodies at all.

They must have been human!

He snapped his head back, twirling around one more time just to make sure that no one was watching—aside from the blob ghosts, but they didn’t count—before diving through the side of the spaceship.

The humans jumped back, and Phantom pulled up short, giving them space. One of the humans raised a gun, but Phantom didn’t pay it any mind.

And besides, the signal coming from it was laughably weak.

“You’re human!” he said.

He hoped his accent wasn’t offputting to them. The other ghosts always made fun of how he spoke. He wondered if they talked in the same way as him.

The humans glanced at each other, their eyebrows raised.

Phantom felt his control slip, and a few new stars and planets swirl around him. He pointed to himself, “I’m human too!”

“What?” the pale-skinned girl asked.

Ah, she spoke the other language.

Did humans not speak Ghost?

Phantom let his tail transform to lets, and he touched down on their ship. He was the same height as them now. That fact sent another wave of excitement through him.

“I’m human!” He beamed, waiting for their excitement as well.

The boy lowered his weapon, his eyebrows arching even higher. “I’m sorry, you’re what?”

“Human!” Phantom said proudly. “I’ve never seen another human before! I didn’t know there were more of us!”

The boy leaned over to the girl, though his eyes remained on Phantom. “Uh, I think this dude’s clinically insane.”

“Shut up, Tucker. He can hear us.”

Phantom blinked, the smile falling off his face. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I thought you’d be excited to see me?”

“Forgive my friend there.” The girl stepped forward. “He’s an idiot.”

“Hey!”

The girl ignored him, stepping forward. She stuck out her hand. “I’m Sam.”

Phantom looked at the outstretched hand, unsure what he was supposed to do with it. But she seemed expecting something, and so after a few moments of hesitation, Phantom stuck out his hand and lightly tapped hers. “My name’s Phantom.”

Judging from their reactions, he must not have done the human greeting correctly. The boy, Tucker, guffawed, slapping a hand over his mouth to suppress his chuckles.

Sam hissed something to Tucker again to the effect of, “Don’t piss him off, he’ll kill us,” and Phantom felt his stars dim.

His first humans, and he was already messing up. Damn, first the ghosts, and now the humans too.

“I apologize,” he blurted out. “I…uh…I’ve just never met someone like me before.”

“Dude, you’re glowing,” Tucker said through his muffled hand. “Last I checked, humans don’t glow.”

Phantom looked at him puzzled for a moment, before he brightened once again. “Oh! I see, you’re referring to this form. Of course!” He reached inside himself for the warmth that he’d always loathed, and for the first time, he asked for it to take over.

The rings responded at once, sparking around his waist and traveling up his body. The galaxy aura dissolved, and his hair grew solid. The chill of his skin was replaced by warmth, and then he looked up at the two humans again, grinning.

Their mouths dropped.

“Danny?!” they shouted in unison.

Something sparked in Phantom’s mind.

He recognized that name.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“No fucking way,” Tucker said.

“Danny! Oh my god!” Sam leaped forward, wrapping his arms around him and slamming her body into his.

He stumbled, not used to the heavy weight of the other humans, and felt the wall of the spaceship his back.

“Oh my god, Danny. It’s you!” came her muffled voice from his shoulder.

“You idiot, why didn’t you start with that?” Tucker said, though his mouth was creeping into a smile.

“What?” Phantom asked.

He felt something wet on his shoulder, and then he realized that Sam was shaking. “We thought we’d lost you. We’ve been looking for so long…”

Emotions spiraled around him, disorienting his senses. He had never felt anything like this before, the grief, relief, sadness, it was suffocating.

Why were humans so confusing?

He phased out of her grip with an apology, sending her falling into the wall, before he skittered to the back of the spaceship. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what you’re talking about. You must have me confused with someone else.”

Sam turned around, hurt written on her features. “Danny?”

Tucker’s eyebrows were back to being sky-high.

Phantom raised his hands in surrender. “I’m so sorry if I’ve upset you. I promise I just got excited because I’ve never met another human before. And I saw your spaceship…”

Silence blanketed the inside of the spaceship. It lasted a second, then a second longer. Then so long, that Phantom wondered if full-humans could communicate in a range outside of half-humans' hearing.

And then finally, Tucker spoke. “Danny? What the fuck are you on about?”

“I don’t—” Phantom cut himself off. Maybe he wasn’t this ‘Danny’ person? Maybe his mind just got too excited and tried to convince him that ‘Danny’ was familiar to him? “I’m sorry, I lied. I’m not even a full human. I’m just a…a halfa. I don’t know the word in your language.”

“No, you’re Danny,” Tucker said.

“Maybe?” Phantom said. “I still think there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are.”

“You don’t recognize me?” Sam asked.

Phantom looked at her—really. Truly. Perhaps, for the first time. He searched for the details and noticed that her eyes were violet. He had seen his eyes before, they were blue. When he looked to Tucker, his eyes were green. Not green like ectoplasm, more of a…teal. Yeah, that was the word.

And the sense that they were strangers fell away. He had seen them before. He knew, somehow, this wasn’t the first time they’d met.

Suddenly, pain spiked in his head, and an image of Sam’s eyes flashed in his mind. Her eyes were crinkled, and laughter bubbled through her mouth.

And behind her, he could see a blue sky.

He gasped, nearly collapsing on the floor. “I…I’ve met you before!” He whipped his head up and stared into the now very familiar eyes of Sam. “We knew each other!”

A spark of hope ignited on her face as she confirmed, “We did.”

“What…” Phantom paced the floor. “What happened? Why don’t I remember?”

“We’ve been trying to figure that out, dude,” Tucker said.

Tucker!

Phantom dropped his arms, whirling around to his best friend. “We’re friends!”

Tucker sucked in a breath.

“I know we’re friends!” Phantom exclaimed. “How do I know this? I’m right, aren’t I? We’re friends?”

“Yeah,” Tucker said, his voice sounding choked. “Yeah, dude. Always.”

Sam’s hands covered her mouth, and her cheeks were wet again, her eyes glassy.

Phantom’s eyes had looked like that before. He cocked his head, staring at her in confusion. “Are you…sad?”

“No, I—yes, but no. I’m so relieved,” she said. “We found you. Finally.”

“Oh.” Phantom shifted his weight between his feet. Normally, being human in an area of this dense ectoplasm was tiring, but inside this spaceship, it felt oddly normal. He wondered if the spaceship had a way of blocking out the outside atmosphere.

Which would make sense. Normal spaceships went to space, and there was no atmosphere in space. He must have known that from when he was in the Human World with Sam and Tucker. He wondered if he’d ever seen a spaceship before. If he’d ever been inside one. But the interior of this looked familiar, and it occurred to him that he must have been in this before, but when?

“Danny?” came Sam’s voice.

His head snapped up, and he realized that during his pondering, Sam had snuck up in front of him.

Right, they didn’t have cores he could detect.

“Would you mind if I tried hugging you again?” Sam asked.

“Sure?”

Her arms wrapped around him again, but this time she was gentle, careful. Slender fingers pressed against his back, pulling him in close. Every touch felt like fire, but…warm fire. Intense, but inviting.

He melted, returning the gesture. God, how long had it been? Since he’d been hugged like this? Since another creature had just touched him? Aside from the blob ghosts, Phantom couldn’t remember a time when anyone had given him this chance.

His eyes misted, and he heard Sam’s comforting shush’s from his shoulder. He closed his eyes, and the tears fell.

Another hand fell onto his shoulder, one heavier than Sam’s, and he blindly reached out, grabbing Tucker and pulling him in too.

“I’m sorry,” he heard himself mumbling, though he didn’t know why.

“Welcome back, dude,” Tucker’s voice croaked out from beside him.

“Let’s go home,” Sam said.

Home.

Where was that?

****

chapter 2

#danny phantom #phicc #my writing #amnesia #phic phight 2023

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