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saturninelove · 11 months

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Ghostface’s Obsession pt 2

(NSFW) 18+ Minors DNI:

Someone asked for a part two so: A continuation of Mr. Ghostface. Warnings: Fem reader, Suggestive language, pet names, smut, slight knifeplay. (Words: 2825)

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None of the other survivors really spoke of the last trial once you all sat back down at the campfire to discuss strategies and weaknesses. Claudette assumed you had once again gone on one of your “crazy chases” with the masked killer, offering praise to you as you had easily come back in one piece. You found yourself almost eager to be placed into the next trial, your fingers drumming along your thigh as the others spoke amongst themselves. Once the flames puffed out that dreadful black fog, you found yourself fidgeting in your seat as butterflies hammered against your chest. You’d never been this excited for anything, especially not one of the entity’s grand schemes. Once the fog had cleared, you found yourself standing amid the empty wasteland better known as the Eyrie of Crows. Mere seconds into the trial, you heard a rushing noise as well as a mutated squelch. Your heart sank a little in your chest, squeezing a little in sadness as you realized it would not be your newfound masked friend.

It had been almost a dozen trials since then and each time that fog lifted, your hope dwindled down more and more. This time as you sat back onto your comfortable spot around the fire, you nestled your chin into the palm of your hand in a slight pout. Your other hand was dragging a stick through the dirt, moving rocks and pebbles aside as you wallowed in your own boredom and longing for something that you knew was insanely wrong. That familiar pit in your stomach grew as the wisps of fog licked at the soles of your shoes, slowly wrapping around both of your legs before enveloping your whole body. In the blink of an eye, the unsightly vision of Badham Preschool filled every bit of your line of sight. You didn’t linger in one place for long, quickly shuffling through the back entrance of the school and making your way down and into the basement where you knew a generator was always waiting patiently for you. You picked the open side that was underneath the stairs and kept your ears trained to the stairs behind you to listen for any footsteps in case it happened to be the famed Michael Meyers or perhaps the elusive Wraith. After a good minute of cranking levers and crossing wires, you realized you hadn’t heard any of your teammates engage in any kind of danger, no screams of pain or distraught. You grew a little more worried as the generator grew louder in volume and you couldn’t hear as clearly as before but you continued to cast backwards glances at the stairwell.

What you hadn’t prepared for was the occupant of all of your wild dreams as of late to come up directly behind you from the hallway opposite of the generator, scaring you enough to jam one of the cogs that was trying so hard to move. Cutting off your surprised gasp, the one and only Ghostface pressed the blade of his knife flat against your cheek as he forced you to look back and into that daunting mask. “Hey dollface.” He smoothed the words out, the grin heard through his voice as he pulled your hips back and flush to his body, pressing his slight bulge up against your rear as you pulled you away from the machinery.

“D-Danny!” You exclaimed, your tone supposed to be surprised and scared but you couldn’t even deny how excited you sounded and the way your heart was racing. Your mind flooded with the way he treated you the first time you two had met and the dreams that had invaded your mind since. The chuckle that resonated from his chest had you blushing, the coolness of the dagger was a nice contrast to the heat of your skin and you found yourself not hating the feeling of it.

“Miss me?” He replied cockily, wrapping his arm around your midriff as he hoisted you over and to the adjacent section of the basement where a convenient mattress sat on the ground. You gave an innocent nod as you pressed your back against the brick wall, your eyes trailing his cloaked figure as you bit your lip shyly. “Didn’t I warn you once already?” He rasped quietly as though he was a tortured man, a groan following as he stepped closer and let his hands wander and grope at your hips and ass, grabbing overflowing handfuls as he leaned over you.

“Sorry, I can’t help it.” You murmured, closing your eyes and tilting your head back to let out a breathy gasp. He took this advantage to slip his mask up enough to show his jaw and cheeks as he snuck his way in and pressed his hot mouth against the skin of your neck, earning a surprised moan from your already parted lips. “Danny?” You asked, the lust already clouding your brain as you opened your eyes to try and look down at his mysterious face.

“Keep those eyes closed, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want to have to gouge out those pretty little things.” He threatened but his words were empty and you could feel the smirk on his lips as he continued to assault your skin, his mouth quickly moving down your chest as he lifted at the hem of your thin tank top, eager to undress you. You tilt your head back again and move your arms to help tug the thin material from your body, revealing your naked torso to his eyes. With a barely stifled groan that rippled along your skin, he bent his head further and tongued at your right nipple, taking the stiff peak between his teeth and rolling it gently just to hear the way you’d cry out. You rested your head against the wall as you released lewd noises, your eyes closed as your hands settled onto his shoulders, pulling him closer.

“Atta girl.” He’d praise, the words muffled as he chuckled. He shifted his head to the other side as his mouth unleashed the same painful pleasure onto your neglected breast, one of his hands took the place of his mouth, pinching and pulling lightly on your nipple to match his teeth and tongue. His other hand was impatiently pushing your athletic sweatpants down your hips, groaning in satisfaction when they finally pushed down your thighs.

“Danny, please.” You asked softly, unsure exactly of what you were asking. You were itching to glance down at his face and see what murderous man was hidden behind the mask, but you also knew the secrecy of it all added to how wet you got when you thought of him. Your lack of continuation causes him to chuckle again, the rumble of it only causing more slick to coat the insides of your thighs.

“Use your words, pretty girl.” His voice is so low and raspy and it makes you want to melt into a puddle at his feet. Your knees buckle a little at the thought, to which he catches you without missing a beat and lowers you down until your back is flat onto the mattress and your hair pools out around your head. Your eyes are barely open and you get a glance at the face that had been haunting your dreams for weeks. A sharp jawline, a set of full pink lips, a strangely attractive Adam's apple, and a set of cheeky dimples stared back at you. You were awestruck and as you audibly gulped, his smirk only widened into a full-blown shit eating grin. “Or don’t.” He replied smugly, showing off even his pearly whites. You let out an uncontainable whimper at the thought of those teeth sinking into any and all of your flesh. He took this moment of you being rendered stunned and useless to push his way between your knees, spreading your thighs apart as he gazed down at you lazily, his mask still covering everything from his nose up. You slapped your hand over your mouth to catch the moan as his gloved finger easily slid up and down your soaked slit, gathering a generous amount of your arousal as he coated two fingers, pushing them inside of you without warning.

“Danny!” You cried out, gasping as you bit down onto your palm, eyes wide. His lips curled into a playful smirk as he plowed those two fingers in and out of your wet sex at a dizzying pace, his own tongue running over his bottom lip as he stared down at you. You were melting slowly, coming apart at the seams at the way he was devoting every ounce of his attention to you. You looked up and at the brick wall behind you as you moaned softly, your thighs spreading more as you pushed your hips up into him to take his digits fully. One of your hands moved up to your own breasts as you groped and pinched lightly at your own nipples, biting your lip from the stimulation. You heard some faint rustling and then what sounded like a soft ‘click’.

“Dollface, you camera shy?” He hinted, his voice low and husky as his fingers slowed from their intense pace. You looked up, eyes wide. Just those words made you clench around his fingers tight and that blush found its way back onto your cheeks. He grinned even wider as he snapped another picture, this time you saw the flash. “I want to make a whole collection, sweetheart.” He mused, stooping down and pressing a hot kiss to your lower stomach as he flattened himself mostly off of the mattress and between your thighs, the mask staring up at you as you felt his mouth slip lower, a trail of messy, wet kisses leading him straight to your needy sex. You arched your back and writhed up against him, whimpering softly.

“Please, Danny! I need to feel something, anything.” You begged, your mind so boggled with the lust you’d mustered up over the last several days.

“Anything?” The question came out more like a taunt and your mind flashed images of the knife but before you could respond or express your fears, the sensation of his hot tongue ran along your already drenched lips. You gasped in excitement, arching yourself further and pushing your tits into the air as your thighs wrapped around his head, squeezing tightly in encouragement. You heard the faint click of his disposable camera but you didn’t care, you simply wanted to die on the spot. His tongue lapped at your juices with ease and a sense of finesse, lewd slurping noises filled the air of the room as Danny began the feast he had been dreaming about since their last encounter. He suckled onto your sensitive clit, chuckling against it as he pushed his two fingers back inside of you, curling them up and against that sensitive spot he knew you’d grow weak over. His free hand finally stretched up, setting the cold camera between your breast to free his hand, groping your other tit roughly as his tongue pushed into you, fucking you alongside his fingers. With a shaky hand, you grabbed the camera, jostling it around a bit before aiming it down and between your own legs shyly, only hesitating for a moment before pressing the button and hearing the little ‘click’. Danny’s groan was immediate and it rumbled through you, pulling a moan along with it. His efforts seemed to double as his fingers rubbed against your g-spot eagerly, his other hand moving down to rub his thumb over your clit, his nose bumping against it as well as his tongue explored your depths. Without being able to warn him or pull your body away at all, you felt yourself beginning to convulse, your hips rocking forward and up into his face, sufficiently humping at his mouth and nose as your orgasm pushed through your body. He rode your orgasm out without complaint, only groaning to himself in excitement as he gulped down everything you’d give him, his tongue searching your walls for more. You fell from your orgasmic high slowly, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your breathing tried to even out. “That’ll be my favorite.” He rumbled the words against your inner thigh, pressing a sickeningly sweet bite there. His hand stretched up to grab the camera, that smirk evident on his face as his mouth glistened just barely. The blush on your cheeks was intense and your gaze flicked down to the bulge that was straining his leathers.

“Can I please?” You asked softly, your eyes shifting from the mask to his bulge. His smirk morphed into a grin with wicked intent and for a second, you felt that spark of adrenaline run through your veins, hesitation flashing through your eyes.

“You thought I’d let you leave already?” He taunted, his fingers working deftly at the buckles of his shroud, plucking the leathers away to reveal his hardened, throbbing cock. You felt your saliva pool into your mouth and you swallowed roughly, squeezing your thighs together to try to stop the dull aching between your thighs. His hands settled onto either one of your knees, pushing them apart as he settled between your legs again, this time aligning his cock to the place you needed it the most. He leaned down to you, his face mere centimeters away as his breath fanned over your face. “Beg.” He pushed the word out, teasing your entrance with just the tip, making your eyes roll back impatiently as you pushed your hips up, letting out a satisfied moan when the tip slipped in. With a suppressed moan of his own, he gripped your hip with one hand, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave a bruise, the thought only encouraging another moan as your walls squeezed around the head of his cock. “Dollface.” He threatened, but his own words were weak and he was struggling to control himself.

“Please Danny, I want you to give me your cock, every inch.” You begged, your cheeks flushed and your entire body alive with desire. He didn’t even need to be asked twice, already satisfied with your short and sweet response.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned, his head dipping down to finally close the gap between your mouths, his tongue pushing into your mouth immediately as he took control. His hips sank down into you at the same moment, forcing the entirety of his cock into you with one harsh thrust. You cried out, the sound muffled by his own mouth dominating yours. Your walls squeezed around him and you gripped his shoulders roughly, your nails digging into his skin. The hand that held your hip shifted over just slightly as his middle and ring finger rubbed your clit in harsh, desperate circles. He pulled away from your mouth for just a moment to spit out the words, “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.” With all of the added stimulation, after only a few short thrusts, you found yourself creaming on his thick cock, your lips broke away from his to moan and cry out in pleasure, your walls spasming around his cock wildly as your orgasm traveled through you. You felt him erupt deep inside of you, the first few spurts were deep and you went dumbstruck at the feeling, but he pulled out and made sure to spill some of his load onto your lower stomach and thighs, the smirk on his lips was proof enough of how proud he was of his artwork. As if the entity itself had timed it, the sound of the exit gates filled the air. Your brows furrowed, wondering why this time it had taken so long compared to last time.

Danny pulled his camera out again, smirking playfully as he snapped another picture of you lying spent with his cum on your body. “C’mon dollface.” He mused, his mood had elevated through the roof as he fastened his own leathers, his newest concern was making sure you made it safely out of the trial.He even helped you to find your tank top that he had accidentally thrown out of the room. Once you were properly dressed, he made a show of plucking you up and tossing you over his shoulder again, giving your ass a firm spank and heading up the stairs with you. You swore you saw movement down the hallway as Danny was carrying you up and away but you couldn’t be sure, nor could you tell him to turn around. He set you onto your feet at the opened exit gate, pulling you close as he gave you a kiss that was hot enough to fluster you all over again, giving you a hard spank as he ushered you out of the trial with the promise, “You’re definitely not getting away from me.”

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#dbd #dbd smut #ghostface smut #ghostface #ghostface x reader #dbd ghostface x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight smut #dannyjohnson x reader #dannyjohnson #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson smut #dbd danny johnson #mypost #slasher smut

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fresm-ay · 2 months

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according to my tradition -

✨️women✨️

I like to think that re!Freddy (Frensis?) would be a preschool teacher rather than a gardener.

og!Frensis will kill her husband when he discovers her secret, re!Frensis after her husband deprives her of the opportunity to become a mother(he beat her). Later re!Frensis will move to Springwood. Poor thing lost everything she ever had..Child, Husband, Home.. Employer would take her to work in Badham preschool and, out of pity for her fate, they would allow her to live in the basement (at least for a while).

"Good old times. Checking out the class work with Nancy and Quentin." I just can't think of suitable names for them

Well, here's my thoughts. What do you think?👀

#anoes 2010 #freddy krueger #a nightmare on elm street 2010 #jackie earle haley #nancy holbrook #quentin smith

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gazlene09 · 2 years

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this fucking nerd reads so much.

This was a screenshot taken in a dbd gameplay lol. the map was badham's preschool, and this was freddy's basement.

#Dbd #anoes2010 #2010 freddy krueger #a nightmare on elm street 2010 #remake freddy

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actuallyjane · 2 years

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dbd match

i just had the FUNNIEST game with a wesker lmfao (note i am a CHRIS main) there were a few goofy times where i knew he was coming and just slow vlauted a window and watched him open lockers lmfao?? then one time i was stuck in the house (badham preschool) bc i ran into a room with no rindow or exit and wydk its the fucking room with a bed in it 😭 so i crouch down and he walks in and just stares at me for like 2 seconds then slaps the SHIT out of me i manage to run past but i got caught and got hooked </3 that was my first hook tho, claudette (bless her, im so sorry claudie) unhooked me and healed me. by then one of our teammates had dc'd so it was just me, claudette and steve. steve, who also just got hooked. so i run over to him and run into wesker in the school building and for a solid 1-2 minutes it felt like i kept running around in a circle and doubling back when he doubled back it was so funny lmao. i was laughing so hard by the time he caught me i couldnt even struggle. by then claudette wasnt able to get steve while i was distracting wesker doing sweet FA so the hook he was on got rendered useless so wesker had to drop me anyways. que me laughing for another minute while wesker goes to catch claudette and hooks her because guess who forget to recover while laughing (it was me oops) so claudette goes to struggle stage while im on the ground so i beg for my life and shake at him lmfao and he shakes his head back and picks me up. i cant even bring myself to struggle at that point and i kid you not he GOES OVER TO CLAUDETTE and STABS HER like "hey hurry up" and i laugh even harder because i know what that means (i may have done the exact same thing for an ada ehe) and he watches her die while holding me and then once she dies he brings me to hatch 😭 its gotta be one of the funniest games ive ever had in the past few months bc i keep running into weksers that just 4k my whole team </3 lmao

#dbd #dbd match #dead by daylight #wesker #albert wesker #chris redfield

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vigil4nted · 2 years

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“ Y’EVER HAD THIS shit ? This moonshine shit does you in. Fuck yeah. ” He’s laid out in the small slide at Badham Preschool. Bottle of moonshine in hand. He’s completely drunk out of his mind. He doesn’t seem to care either.

#( in character ) leon scott kennedy #( relevant ) re6 leon #( verse ) dead by daylight #( open ) it's free real estate !

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1nhuman-hearts · 2 years

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@who-is-muses | The Creeper asked...

The beast leans down to give Freddy an investigative sniff, immediately snarling and chattering in disapproval. Burnt chicken nugget for sure.

He’s playing Atari in the basement at Badham Preschool, ignoring the Creeper’s intrusion, as he always does.

“Yeah? You smell like shit too, buddy.”

#who-is-muses #freddy // { THE NIGHTMARE }#.ic #verse ; DEAD BY DAYLIGHT #.ask

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artists-plight · 2 years

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... what if the arson is badham preschool?

Carmina grimaces. It's not the preschool itself that needs to be burned, as the location itself has no reason to be burned. However, the man who haunts it and has given it such a bad name is very deserving of arson. He's already been burned before, so what's a little more? Justice is swiftly delivered.

#crackmina #dbd ask blog #plight of the artist

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corvidamned · 5 months

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Ho ho ho!

Is there a realm that Kira absolutely detests going to for trials? Anywhere that gives her the creeps? Is there any realms within the Fog that you dislike in particular?

Merry christmas!! I apologize for the lack of pizzazz tonight, hopefully I'm more energetic tomorrow. Your secret Santa!

Kira's least favorite remains Midwich Elementary. Even if the company is pleasant, the realm is still a hellscape that draws out the worst emotions. Panic can easily turn to despair and staying still can be fatal. Maps that give her the heebie-jeebies are the Backwater Swamp and the Badham Preschool.

Realms that I, the mun, dislike are the Hawkins Lab because I don't know it very well yet, and Autohaven Wreckers but only sometimes when I get it back to back to back or the killer knows it like the back of their hand and can spot all the hiding places. Secret Santa, you're perfect and you spoil me. I hope your week has been going well or smooths over yet. ♡

#hc #v;dbd #13/25

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nakeddavidclub · 3 years

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The truth is obvious?

The bladed weapon clearly does not touch my flesh.

Yet, my blood is spilled.

This realm is a lie.

This world is a lie.

We are being mocked.

I will recover.

I am a King.

#david king #dead by daylight #dbd #the hillbilly #max thompson jr #badham preschool #NDC

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cagedbirdwhump · 5 years

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1: Shaky Hands For Shattered Bones - Day One

https://www.wattpad.com/story/202124645-whumptober-2019 - If you’d rather look on my wattpad.

Prompt #1: Shaky Hands, technically Alt. #10: Nightmares cause Dream Demon and all-

Triggering Content: Freddy Krueger, Secret Rooms, Talking Down, Swearing, Unwanted Touching, Teasing, Stepping on hands, crushing hands, breaking bones, Stuttering from pain, Praising, Alan Smith Mention

Quentin looked about the small hidden room, he'd been here so many times as a child... He hated being forced here once again, but the exit he felt it was here. Just where was it, of course it'd be in HIS secret cave... The sound of metal scraping against metal filled his ears making him flinch instinctively when a scratchy voice sounded right at his side.

"Wow you must really want to have some play time with me huh, little bird?" Quentin hisses and goes to pull away but Freddy quickly grabbed him by the hips. "Now now don't get so flighty, Quentin. Come on you use to love our alone time, you'd beg me to do and you'd even offer to help with my heats." Krueger purred out, his claws tapping at Quentin's pants teasingly. "Fuck you! I-I'm fucked up what more do you want, My dad messed me up so god damn bad, that I thought what we were doing was fine!" Quentin's body tenses and he kicks his legs as Freddy chuckled darkly undoing his pants.

"Stop! No! I said No! I know I know, It doesn't mean anything-My-My words! I just- please, Mr. Krueger stop!" Freddy grabbed Quentin's hands suddenly, and slammed him down on the ground. Quentin lets out a yelp at this, having not been expecting it. "Ack!" Quentin groans were interrupted when suddenly burning pain slams his hands. He screams and twists to get his hands away from the pain, but when he looks Freddy was standing on them with his boots. Quentin wanted to spit at him, but the other part the trained part of him wanted to beg and plead for mercy. Freddy chuckles darkly and asks out. "Aw what's wrong, my baby bird? Did I step on your hands?"

Freddy pressed harder down with his boots, if Quentin's hands wren't broken before well they definitely were now. "Fuck! Ah! Shit, Please,Please I'm-I'm Sorry Sorry sorry, stop stop!" Freddy steps off watching Quentin scream out from the pain, his hands shook in agony. Freddy wastes no time in saddling the boys hips after rolling him on to his back. Quentin wanted to hit Freddy, and tries to but the pain that explodes in his hand was totally not worth it. Quentin cries out, from the pain, and the weight on his crotch, a mixed moan escapes him between pleasure and pain. This wasn't something new, but he still hated it just the same.

"No No please! I can't I don't want-!" Freddy's glove claws go towards Quentin's neck. Quentin instantly goes silent, his breathing fast and rapid in his fear, his hands shaking though mostly from the pain from being crushed. "Now that's more like it, There's my good boy, Quentin."

whumptober2019

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weapon13whitefang · 7 years

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Badham Preschool

"There was a man at the preschool... His name was Fred Kruger. He was a gardener, who lived in the basement of the preschool. And you kids were his life."

#a nightmare on elm street #a nightmare on elm street 2010 #freddy krueger #nancy holbrook #badham preschool #jackie earle haley #kriss fowles #rooney mara #katie cassidy #kyra krumins

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cobiwindagger · 6 years

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Welcome to the birth of Freddy's hatred! Who doesn't love new maps?!

#gaming channel #dead by daylight #badham preschool #a nightmare on elm street #DBD #let's play dead by daylight #school days

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haddonfieldwhore · 3 years

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If you don't have too many requests at the moment, may I request Quentin's S/O helping him run away from his dad? I feel like after the freddy incident his dad would be more strict and controlling, to the point where it becomes almost impossible for Quentin to do anything without his dad's permission. And when his dad says that he needs to break up with his S/O, Quentin would be gone by sunrise.

i love the hostile energy towards his dad that lives on my blog. idk if this is headcanons or an imagine or what but i hope it’s what you were looking for! also i didnt edit this really lol so if theres any mistakes im sorry!! <3

cw. shitty parent lol

his dad has never been the most involved in his life, and rather than being more nurturing and trying to be a better parent after badham preschool, he distanced himself from quentin even more

after the events of the movies, he feels like he failed again to protect his son, so i agree that he would be stricter and more controlling

quentin isn't a pushover, and we've seen that he isn't afraid to talk yell back at his father. but i feel like he's just tired of it after all these years, and i feel like after freddy comes back they argue even more since quen is so angry

slamming doors and yelling can be heard often when they’re both home, so quentin starts to leave early for school and stay out later, usually with you or at your place. when his dad really pisses him off, he will just leave a note that he’s spending the night at your place (it happens at least once a week)

so when his dad tells him that he doesn't want him to see you anymore, he is livid, you’re all he has left. he signs quentin up for volunteering and extra curriculars through the school so he has no time to see you, and takes away his car keys

quentin is visibly miserable because of it. he can’t take being away from you this much, only seeing you in the halls and the few classes you have together (and when you sneak in through his bedroom window)h

a week away from his 18th birthday, you suggest that he just runs away, and comes to stay with you at your house. he says yes before you even finish asking

his dad is furious when he comes home, quen having skipped his after school programs and getting a ride home from you to pack up his things. his dad tries to stop you but it’s no use. no way in hell is quentin gonna put up with this bullshit anymore, and if his dad does/or says anything bad to you? his dad is as good as dead to him

he settles in fast at your place, having spent so much time there already. your family loves him (who wouldn’t) and the only time quentin has to see his father is at school. his dad got the message that there is no separating you two, especially since you’re basically adults now

eventually, you graduate high school and with money saved up from working at the diner or wherever in town, you two move out on your own into an apartment, and never have to worry about his bitchass dad ever again <3

#quentin smith #dbd quentin #quentin smith headcanons #quentin smith x reader #quentin smith imagine #nightmare on elm street #nightmare on elm street 2010

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drowsy-dreamwalker · 3 years

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Hey, if you need somewhere to sleep, I know that in one of the Badham preschools (I think its 3 or 2) that there is a mattress in the downstairs area of it! I hope you get some sleep buddy