#elm fics

[elmhat]

cloak

Characters: Dream, Technoblade

Words: 7k so far (1 of 2 chapters)

Warnings: Referenced Torture, Abuse

Summary — The highs and lows of Dream and Technoblade's time together in prison.

(I've finally done it! This is the c!rivals fic I've been working on for months! It's my take on their time together during the prison arc, so expect the usual prison arc themes. The good(?) and the bad. This one has taken me a While, so I hope you enjoy it like I did!)

Technoblade’s arrival was bad. It was really, really bad. Somehow, in all Dream’s life, he didn't think he had ever been quite this fucked. He refused to look at him. He had his head between his knees, crouched tightly in his usual back corner. He didn't know how long he had been sitting like this. But he couldn't look up now, because then he would see Techno, and that would make it real. And it couldn’t be real. It couldn’t. His hands fisted in his hair.

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#c!dream #c!techno #c!rivals #dreblr #dream smp #dsmp #pandora's vault #elm fics #my writing

[httpiastri]

sleeping patterns – cn34

nights filled with endless crying and screaming take a toll on clement's confidence.

genre: fluff, slight comfort/angst ig

pairing: young dad!clem x young mom!reader

warnings: none

author’s note: aaaaaaaaaaa im so soft for clem and ive had such an insane baby fever recently. i miss him sm :(( he would be such a good dad, i just know it

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the big, red numbers of your electric clock on the bedside table tell you it's only 3am, a frustrated huff passing through your lips when your eyes slowly open. it takes a while for you to realize what's waking you up – but then it makes so much sense.

the soft cries on the other side of the baby monitor sting like a knife in your heart, and you're fully awake in a matter of seconds. you're just about to push yourself up to a sitting position when the bed dips next to you. after turning around, you find your boyfriend already jumping out of bed. "i'll get her."

"are you sure?" you ask, voice creaky after several hours of not speaking.

clement nods, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. "go back to sleep," he hums, and just like that, he has waddled through the door to your nursery.

the sad truth is that your little one hasn't been progressing with her sleep as much as she should. she had a period of almost sleeping through the nights about a month ago, but then you were hit with the four-month regression. she's almost five months old now, and still, you have issues with sudden wakeups in the middle of the night. as much as you adore every second you get to spend with her, you just wish you could get one full night of sleep sometime.

you know you won't be able to fall asleep until clement is back, you never can. but it's not because you're worried; in fact, there's not a single piece of concern on your mind over it. you know that he has mastered the cradling-cooing-bouncing sequence by now. and sure enough, your daughter's cries grow lighter and lighter, until the only sound that can be heard from the monitor is the ones of soft steps and hushed whispers.

but something feels off. even when the apartment is completely silent, clement doesn't come back to bed.

it's very strange. he fell asleep once in the rocking chair in the nursery, but complained about his back aching for a week afterwards and promised that he would never put himself through that again.

the moonlight peeking through the poorly shut blinds in the nursery casts a shadow across clement's profile when you step inside. despite how dark it is, you can see every little toy on the floor and every detail of the little race car-themed mobile that dangles above the crib clearly. you're way too used to being in here at night.

clement has put your daughter back down into her crib by now, and his hands are wrapped around the railing as he leans over it, looking down at her. he doesn't react when you come closer, and he doesn't move a muscle even when you place your hand on his shoulder. it's easy to understand that something is bothering him.

"what's on your mind?"

he turns to you and lets out a tiny exhale, as if it was a struggle for him to snap himself out of his thoughts. he shakes his head. "it's nothing."

"tell me," you press, giving his shoulder a soft squeeze.

"well, i…" he squeezes his eyes shut. "i'm kind of freaking out. it's been over four months, and… i still haven't adjusted."

"honey," you start, your hand moving to the back of his neck. "where is this coming from? so suddenly?"

"i don't know," he says with a sigh. "you've seen me lately, i've barely been able to fall asleep at all."

he opens his eyes again and gazes down into the crib, eyes softening once they land on the little bundle of love resting so peacefully. he follows the way her chest rises with her breaths, her slightly pouting lips, her tiny fists that are wrapped around her blankie.

"it feels like i'm the only one who's struggling. you're such a natural, you're doing so much better with her, while i just feel… hopeless."

you don't want to interrupt him – clement doesn't often speak about his deeper feelings, so now that he's finally going, you don't wish to stop his flow – but you have to say something. "i think you're doing really well."

"you actually think so?" he asks. though his gaze doesn't move an inch, he can still see you nodding in the corner of his eye. he takes a deep breath. "i've heard people say that new fathers go through things… that it takes time, that it takes patience- and i've tried to be patient, i really have. but…"

he finally looks at you, and his heart breaks slightly at the sight of your uneasy expression, the tension in your eyebrows and your worried eyes. he hates being the one to make you feel like this.

"i just can't get rid of this constant anxiety. it feels like i'm always stressing over something. over you, over her, over everything."

you relate to every word he says. being this young, you feel like you're stumbling through darkness most of the time, not knowing what to do. it's frankly a guessing game, with mostly correct guesses mixed with some bad ones, since neither of you have any prior parenting experiences. even though he may not see it or know it, you're going through the same things as him.

no one had expected for you to get pregnant at this age, and no one – not even the two of you – had expected for you and clement to actually keep the baby. and sometimes, way more often than you'd thought before, your youth and inexperience has been catching up with you.

it's hard, but at least you have each other.

you step closer, draping your arms around his shoulders in an instant. "it's alright," you whisper into the skin of his neck, your nose filling with that scent that's just so him, and you finally relax a bit. his hands find your waist, fingers caressing your sides through the flimsy material of your nightgown. "it's okay to feel like this. i do, too. i think… all new parents must feel it." you give his neck a soft kiss. "but they all get through it, don't they? and so will we."

he stays silent for a while before he nods slowly. "it's all just so… intimidating. i don't want to mess anything up."

"and you won't." you pull away slightly to look into his eyes. "i trust you fully, and-"

you're interrupted mid-sentence, the sound of your daughter stirring in her crib taking clement's attention away from you as he glances towards her. you see his adam's apple bob as she begins to whine, her fists clenching and face scrunching up. "should- can i take her?" he asks tentatively, hands trembling slightly on your sides.

you nod not even a second later, stepping out of his embrace to give him no excuse to hold back. "go for it."

clement had bought every parenting guidebook he could find, and read every website with tips for new parents on the entire internet – and yet, nothing had prepared him for this nervousness that he's experiencing so often. he knew it wouldn't be smooth sailing all the way, but he hadn't expected to feel this uncertain in everything he does. even in the way that he picks his daughter out of her crib, he feels anxious that he's doing something wrong.

however, the second she feels her father's presence, it's far from the story that his anxiety has been making up for him. she lets out one last soft cry before, as if out of habit, nuzzling her face into his skin.

while clement has been struggling this whole time, you can't help but notice that she settles easily into his arms. like she belongs there; like she knows that he'll take care of her.

because he always does.

"see?" you say, letting a finger run along the curve of her cheek as you smile down at her. "that's not so bad, is it? you're doing so well."

considering all the difficulties he's faced, hearing these kind words of appreciation from you gives him comfort in a way that few other feelings can compare to. his gaze is still glued to your daughter, the precious little baby that is his entire world. well, half of his world – the other half is standing right next to him. "i love her, you know," he says softly. "even if she doesn't know it yet, i do. so much."

"i think she knows," you answer, watching as your boyfriend cradles her against his bare chest. he has loved the skin-on-skin contact since day one, and you're sure she does, too; her gentle babbling is always a sure sign that she's completely content. you can't hold back from smiling. "and she loves you just as much."

"sometimes i just can't believe that she's ours. that we made her." his eyes meet yours, nothing but pure love in them. "isn't it strange?"

"strange that we've done something good for once?"

he answers your tease by sticking out his tongue, nudging your shoulder with his, though gently enough to not bother the little one in his arms.

"come on, let's go back to bed," you say, leaning in to press your lips gently to the back of her head. "one night of co-sleeping can't be the entire world, can it?"

#f1 #f2 #formula 1 #formula one #formula two #formula 2 #elms #european le mans series #clement novalak #fluff #angst #x reader #x you #x yn #x y/n #imagine #scenario #fanfic #fic #romance

[elmflowers]

Listen to me. Bnha fic writers you have to make all might bitchier. Not like "he's an asshole" kind of bitch but more like the guy who would go "holy shit just tell me you're going to do your best that's all I ask" or "yeah you're limbs would fucking explode off lmao". Because you see he's a genuinely nice guy who wants deeply to save everyone but at the same time he is very jaded and very much a bitch about it and I think this should be respected. Make him snarkier. He's a mischievous old man respect it!!!!!!!

#hes also VERY intelligent just not very wise this is important too!!!! #too many fics have him just be a himbo. hes not just a himbo!!!!!! #he contains MULTITUDES. #all might #toshinori yagi #yagi toshinori #bnha #elm rambles

[strikersexhaver]

Hi, hope I’m not bothering you, but if you maybe had any free time could I get some fluff with Freddy Krueger and a depressed and insomniac reader? Like what he would say to comfort them, how he might try and help, or how he might try and cheer them up? Words of affirmation are a big plus also, but not required, hope I’m not bothering you ok sorry bye

With him it’s more likely it’ll be through actions and comedy, he’s not a romantic-lovey dovey talking guy- never was.

Hell he probably despised listening to Romeo and Juliet in ELA class- anyways-

It doesn’t mean he won’t try- even he as a demon of dreams needs communication. The only sentient being he doesn’t want to kill is upset? Fuck no.

He possess someone on melatonin pills, makes em’ drop em’ off at your place then off’s them off-screen.

The pill bottle had a ‘from freddy’ with a sliced up heart next to it.

How sweet.

After then, he expected you to sleep and be fine- which you did.

When you came to his dreams, seeming sad and disinterested, he tried making you feel better with his charms.

He tried joking with you but you didn’t seem in the mood, he put his hat on you but you seemed annoyed.

He sighed, resorting to the last thing he can do- which is “✨comfort✨”

He asked you what’s wrong, and if it was something relating to a person- he’d tell you ‘fuck em’ don’t expect them to be there tomorrow babes’

If it wasn’t, he’d offer straight up bringing you to the dream world somehow. Live your dream life, literally, be his Tiffany.

How you react is up to you- but, that’s how I imagine he’d try to respond.

#freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger #freddy krueger x y/n #nightmare on elm street #nightmare on elm street wes craven #x reader #slasher fanfiction #slashers #slash gnr #slash fanfiction #slash fic #slasher #slasher fandom #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #slasher x s/o

[dramioneasks]

Author Profile: Onyx_and_Elm

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[gwilin-stay-winnin]

“I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.”

#gwilin #tes #tesblr #tes fic #tes vampire #vampire #depictions #quote is from sylvia plath's 'elm' #i'm really glad with how it came out!! ;-;

[nocturnal-milk-dud]

Attack of the Spooky Season Requests! ⚰️

Please send one piece of media and one character. Here are a couple of fics from previous years if you want to get an idea of what these will look like.

If you don't care for any of the media I have listed (honestly that's fair) there's also a creature feature option. Send me your character of choice and a creature.

If you don't see a piece of media or a character that you wish you did let me know and I'll see what I can do. Characters and media from previous years are an option as well. Except From Dusk Til Dawn that one's in a cool down

As with all horror there's the potential for main character death, sluttiness, and smut. If you have a preference regarding smut, let me know. I usually just go with how I'm feeling. However, if your request is anonymous or your age is not listed in your bio, then the potential for smut is zero.

Send me as many as you want. Requests will close October 30th.

Also I apologize if any of the lists are difficult to read, if you have any questions, please let me know

Let's go!

@massivecolorspygiant @acrossthesestars @cheesybadgers @withmyteeth @heythere-mel @unicorn-cloud @maevesdarling @cruzwalters @saltyunicorn079 @artemiseamoon @thesandbeneathmytoes @guiltgoreglory @brattyfics @cregan-starks @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna @chocoholicbec @heresathreebee @axreliono

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[slashingdisneypasta]

I always loves the bit in ANOES when Freddy gets hit in the gut with a fallen mallet booby trap and then topples down the stairs 🤣

#doing research for my slasher!offender x finalgirl!reader fic #and this bit is just physical comedy gold 👌 #Freddy Krueger #A Nightmare On Elm Street

[confessionsofasexydilf]

Writing Commissions Open!

Hey y’all! I’ve decided to open up writing commissions–I’ve been writing for a good while now (both for myself and others), but this is my first foray into doing comms!

Fandoms: Dead by Daylight, Apex Legends, IT (book and movies) Scream, Halloween, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Ghosts of War, The Evil Dead, The Cleansing Hour, Re-Animator, Daredevil (comics and show), Red Dead Redemption 2, Assassin’s Creed (3, Unity, Origins, Odyssey, Valhalla), and more! Just ask :)

What I’ll write: x Reader, OC, NSFW (if over 18), gore, ships

What I won't write: Non-con, minor/adult, NSFW of a minor

Prices: 

$20 for 2000 words

$5 for every subsequent 500 words 

Feel free to send in an ask, a DM, or an email to [email protected] to get in contact about a comm! I’m super flexible about pricing, just lemme know and we can figure something out :) I’ll let you know about payment methods there as well!

Since I don’t often post my work, here’s a link to a Google Doc of some of my writing samples! It has some snippets of personal writing as well as links to some of my posted fics (which do cross accounts–I’m a bit of a serial remaker LOL).

#dead by daylight #apex legends #scream #halloween #rdr2 #dbd #a nightmare on elm street #NOES #ANOES #it #it 2019 #it 2017 #assassins creed #daredevil #comic daredevil #reanimator #ghosts of war #evil dead #the cleansing hour #fic commissions #writing commissions

[augustjustice]

WIP Wednesday

As Vecna tips back his head in his gory red mind palace, running clawed fingers down Eddie’s chin, he thinks he’s got even more in common with Jesse Walsh than he could have ever imagined. 

This is what happens to queer people in movies, Eddie knows. Not just killed off, hack ‘em up style, like all the slasher's other victims, oh no. Eaten alive from the inside by evil, that’s their fate. 

And now it’s Eddie’s, too. Becoming the monster the whole fucking town already thought he was.  

#stranger things #eddie munson #kas eddie munson #steddie #(in the broader context of the fic) #nightmare on elm street 2 references #my stuff #my things #wip wednesday #my vampire eddie fic

[elmhat]

I'm converting the haters one by one.

If this commenter ever sees this, thank you for letting the c!Dream brainworms in. They're here to stay.

#random elm thoughts #elm fics #it's true. I do write him as a bit of an asshole

[fandom-imagines]

Slasher word prompts

Contains:

Michael Myers

The Sinclair brothers

Jason Voorhees

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger

Michael Myers - punish:

Michael had always been protective over her ever since he staked his claim over her. He would kill anybody who hurt, or tried to hurt, her, there was no doubt about it. He would do anything for the woman he…loved? He hadn’t exactly come to terms with that word yet, but she wasn’t like the others who he killed.

That alone is what lead him to punishthe barely conscious man who was strapped to the chair in front of Michael. He had attempted to take what belonged to him and that didn’t settle right with Michael. She was his and his alone, nobody else could have her; he would stop anyone who tried to take her from him.

She was his and his alone.

Bo Sinclair - increase:

There had been a recent increase in visitors to the town that needed to be taken care of, one including a pretty girl whose name he now knew to be Y/N. She wasn’t like the other people who came to the town, she was different. Y/N was sweet to his brother which was already a green flag in his books, a flag which became even brighter when she defended Lester from her teasing friends. She clearly wasn’t like the others and that’s why he didn’t want her to be part of the town.

“She’s not for the town,” Bo told Vincent as he removed his tie, tossing it onto the bed in front of him. “Make sure she’s not harmed.” Vincent nodded in agreement before leaving to take care of her friends.

Maybe he didn’t always have to be the bad guy.  

Lester Sinclair - prevent:

It wasn’t often that Lester came across friendly people, let alone people who would willingly get into his car without a fuss. It was a nice change, at least for him, especially when it was someone as sweet and cute as Y/N.

Her smile never faltered as they spoke, him driving away from Ambrose and to a genuine town a few miles past it. She was too kind for her own good and Lester couldn’t help but feel protective over her.

Yes, he would get a yelling at from Bo, but if he could prevent her death, then he could take it.

Vincent Sinclair - shave:

Y/N had no idea what events had led to this event and she couldn’t help ponder why she was doing this as she sat in the chair in front of Vincent, ready for him to shave off her hair. It was a tough decision, but she felt as though it was the right one.

Vincent stared down at his girlfriend, waiting for approval which she was quick to give and it wasn’t long until her hair was gone. She couldn’t decide whether she loved or hated it. But Vincent loved it.

He would love her, no matter what she did and looked like.

Jason Voorhees - coach:  

It was unexpected that a coach full of teenagers would come trespass on the camp, but not everything could be predicted in life, although Jason’s anger was. His anger wasn’t directed towards her, no it never would be, but the campers/trespassers. He left her with one final kiss on the head as he left to chase those who dare enter his homeland.

He would build a better and quieter life for them with what he could do.

Bubba Sawyer - interesting:

She was an interesting one, that wasn’t difficult to see, even Bubba’s family agreed, that was one of the reasons that they invited her to stay for dinner.

She knew what they did, yet she didn’t care. She seemed unphased that she was eating the meat of her friends, she seemed to enjoy it, that simply added to the interest that Bubba was feeling. He wanted to know more about her, she was also really attractive, he could feel himself blushing at the thought.

Maybe it wasn’t always bad to be weird.

Freddy Krueger - lovely:

Never before had Freddy met someone as lovely as her.

When he first entered her dreams, she didn’t seem affected by his deformed face, nor his hand. It came as a shock to him, never having someone so unafraid of him, this shock became more evident as she greeted him with a smile and a ‘hello’.

She never treated him badly throughout the weeks that he entered her dreams, mainly to talk to her and get to know her better; he did want to know why she didn’t fear him, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered to him was being in her presence.

Freddy could feel himself falling for her but he didn’t find it in him to care.

#slasher #slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slasher imagines #slasher fanfiction #slasher fanfic #slashers #slashers x reader #slashers imagine #slashers imagines #slashers fan fic #slashers fanfiction #house of wax #halloween #nightmare on elm street #texas chainsaw massacre #michael myers #michael myers x reader #michael myers imagine #michael myers imagines #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair imagine #bo sinclair imagines #lester #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair imagine #lester sinclair imagines #vincent sinclair

[theirwolfbicanthrope]

Nancy/Kris

coffee break

The wall clock ticks the seconds along. Its face reads one a.m. The 24 hour diner is dead.

Nancy sits down across from her one customer. Places her own mug on the table and then a full, fresh pot of coffee between hers and Kris’.

Kris looks up, eyes bleary, shoulders tense as though she’s gearing up for a fight. It sags from her almost immediately when she sees the pot. “...thanks.”

Nancy’s smile is tight but sincere. “Welcome. I needed a caffeine break, too.” She doesn’t ask why Kris is here at this time of night. She knows.

#Nancy Holbrook x Kris Fowles #theyearofthewolf #Nancy Holbrook #Kris Fowles #NOES 2010 #A Nightmare on Elm Street #my fic #fic meme #tumblr askbox fic

[missvanjiebitchh]

Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: RuPaul's Drag Race (US) RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daya Betty/Bosco, Gigi Goode/Crystal Methyd Characters: Daya Betty, Bosco (Drag Race), Crystal Methyd, Gigi Goode, Willow Pill, Jasmine Kennedie Additional Tags: Slow Burn, True Love, Weddings, Fluff, Angst, Useless Lesbians Series: Part 4 of Under the Elm Tree Summary:

Crystal and Gigi are finally getting married! What happens when Bosco is the only plus one Daya can bring per request of the brides?

#under the elm tree #fics #dayasco

[nocturnal-milk-dud]

I’m sooooo excited! Could I please request Ossie with either Halloween or Nightmare on Elm street 🎃

Dream A Little Dream of Me

Pairing: Ossie Mejía x Reader

Warnings/notes: a little slutty; language; violence; blood; I tried something and I hope it works. It was fun for me, anyway; beautiful Ossie gif by @cregan-starks

Rating: R

Word count: 1336

"You okay?" Ossie asks. You hadn't even heard him come in the room. You're perched awkwardly on the edge of a bed that isn't yours, made up with sheets and pillows and blankets that aren't yours, your head plopped in your hands.

Ossie crouches down in front of you, taking your hands away from your face and holding them in his. His thumb passes over the back of your hand in an absent-minded, calming gesture and you're suddenly overwhelmed by the simple tenderness of it. Your lips scrunch up tight and you look away--an even bigger mistake--your eyes finding the computers and heart monitor and wires and tubes.

"How did it get this far?" you ask. "They're just nightmares. I feel like a lab rat."

"Just think of it like a night in a hotel," Ossie offers and you give him a look that makes him shrug sheepishly.

"With sensors and wires and patches and a stranger watching me–"

"You know why you have to do this, why you have to be here," Ossie interrupts. There's a slight edge to his voice and you remember the night that led to all this--remember waking up and finding yourself holding a kitchen knife to his throat. Ossie's been a lot kinder to you than you deserve, offering you a place to stay, offering to find you help. He should have turned you away the moment you walked back into his life.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, casting your eyes down to where your hands are folded in his.

"You're lucky we're doing this and not just locking you away. You should be grateful that I didn't turn that knife on you instead." Ossie's words make your blood run cold and your heart sits in your throat like a stone.

"You don't mean that," you croak, closing your eyes to keep your tears back.

"Don't I?"

You stop breathing. That's not Ossie. What had been a gentle hold on your hands is now a bone-crushing death grip. Instead of the gentle brush of a thumb, you feel the slice of a knife. You pull your hands away and cover your face with them, knowing what you'll see if you open them.

"Open your eyes bitch!" The man rips your hands away from your face and you open your eyes to find yourself staring up at the ceiling. Your skin is slick with sweat and you can't get a handle on your breathing. You don't immediately recognize the room and that adds to your panic. Monitors give off a dull glow that allows you to make out the bed, the crisp, rough sheets, the call button resting next to you. You reach for it with two hands, gripping it tight, wanting more than anything to get up and turn the lights on. You have so many sensors and patches attached to you, making you feel like some fucked-up puppet. You could remove them but you promised to see this through--and that means not fucking any of it up. But now that fucker was wearing Ossie's face. You never should've gone to him, never should've dragged him back into your fucked-up world.

You're slamming the call button, but the room stays dark, the door stays shut.

"Hello?" you call, your voice startling in the silence. It feels so thick and you start to wonder if you're truly alone. "Please, I need to get out of this room!" You can't help the nausea piling in your stomach, the fear clutching your throat. You abandon the call button and rip off the sensors with clumsy hands, kicking out from beneath the sheets. You run for the door and hit your closed fist hard against it three times.

"Let me out!" you shout. As if someone's listening, the door swings open with a groan onto an empty, dark hallway.

Ossie stirs in his sleep. His head is flopped back over the uncomfortable waiting room chair, legs stretched out in front of him--it had taken him a while to fall asleep but it hadn't been impossible--he'd always been able to sleep anywhere. Anyway, he has a promise to keep.

There's a shout--loud enough that it snaps Ossie awake. He massages the crick out of his neck, taking stock of the space around him. It's dark except for the emergency lights and the eerie red wash of the exit signs. Ossie is alone and he knows that isn't right, but isn't quite sure why; can't seem to remember what he was doing before he went to sleep or why he's even here. It was all so clear a moment ago, wasn't it?

Someone's at the edge of his vision, standing by a set of doors that lead somewhere he knows he's not allowed to go.

"Ossie?" you say, sounding almost hopeful. He looks up to see you walking toward him. You're in the pajamas they let you bring from home, arms crossed protectively over your chest, and he remembers why he's here.

"You're not supposed to be out here, what are you doing?" he asks, quickly getting to his feet and meeting you halfway. He silently curses himself for admonishing you. "I'm sorry, I'm just concerned is all. Are you okay?" You shake your head and he notices your tears in the limited light.

"No," you say, burying your face against his chest. "I had a terrible nightmare and there was no one there, no one answered me! I shouldn't have come to you, I shouldn't have brought you into this. I'm sorry! You're not safe, no one's safe, I'm sorry!" Ossie grips your shoulders and gently pushes you back to see your face.

"It'll be okay," he says, though he has no idea how. "Let's get you back to the room and have you lie down. I'll find somebody." Panic immediately colors your face and your hands clench around the fabric of his shirt.

"No!" you say, your tone leaving no room for discussion. A deep, uneven breath passes through you and you repeat the word in a calmer voice.

Ossie sighs, looking around the room as though it might give him an answer. He's caught off-guard when he feels your body close to his once more, your hand tracing up the back of his neck. He thought you'd never touch him that way again. As fucked-up as the situation is, at least it's brought him back to you.

His head dips down toward you, wanting to feel your lips on his.

"Take me home, Ossie," you whisper. "I can't be here anymore, please just take me home."

He hesitates--he shouldn't, he knows he shouldn't. Your fingers weave into his hair and Ossie kisses you before another thought can pass through his mind. The back of his legs bump into a chair and he sits down heavily in it, bringing you into his lap. Ossie's heart is pounding, shivers rocking through his body at every touch. The two of you shouldn't be doing this here, now, like this, but he's missed you. He's wanted you from the moment you showed back up at his door. Hell, he never stopped wanting you.

Ossie's whole body seems to reach for you as your hands slip under his shirt. He lets his head fall back as you bite and kiss at his neck. He groans as your nails rake over his chest.

The groan turns into a sharp cry of pain. You're knocked back as Ossie lurches up from the chair, his breathing rapid as he examines the four cruel cuts running in a jagged line down his torso.

"What the fuck?" he gasps.

"Oh I'm sorry Ossie, I forgot you're not a fan of knife play." You're talking to him from a crouched position on the floor, but it's not you. It's not even your voice towards the end. On your right hand is a glove with ugly knives for fingers. They're covered in his blood, and Ossie watches as you tap them lightly against your smiling lips.

#ossie mejía x reader #nightmare on elm street #spooky season requests #spooky season fic #narcos: mexico #horror fic #spooky season #freddy krueger

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very small wip wednesday for you!

Camden enters the room before Daya does, carrying a large bowl of buttered popcorn and setting it down on the side table closest to Willow, who had curled up with a throw pillow on the floor in front of the couch.

“Bosco!” she greets, leaning down to give them a hug despite them having seen each other in class the day before.

“Hi, Lady. You should pass some popcorn over here so Willow doesn’t hog the whole thing.” They reach out their arms and make a grabbing motion. Camden bypasses it and sits on the couch behind Willow.

“Your wife is getting you some, you bitch,” she says, grabbing some popcorn out of Willow’s bowl with a laugh. Bosco pretends like she feels totally fine and normal about Daya being called her wife.

#pining bosco hehehe #also this is a part of my fic for missvanjiebitchh’s under the elm tree series #so look out for that soon!! #wip wednesday #dayasco #gi writing? it's more likely than you think