#freddy krueger x oc

[ragequeen94]

For the spicy version

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Theoretically Stupid." Freddy Krueger X Amber Cottrell.

Hey, if you are like me, you have seen everyone as of late posting about the orange peel theory. The idea is you ask your partner to peel an orange for you, a task you are more than capable of doing yourself, just to see if they will do it for you, simply because you asked, to show you that they love and care for you. My brain was like, oh, okay, Freddy and Amber time. It's been a while since I have written them, and even longer since I have done fluff of them. So here we go. Done in one sitting, lets' go!

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Rating. SFW. Length. 1.5K. Freddy Kruger X Amber Cottrell. Warnings: Banter. Emotions. Brunch.

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It’s totally fucking stupid, and that is exactly why she eventually decides she wants to do it. Or that is what she tells herself, at least. She loves stupid things, loves partaking in them, why not, right? What does she have to lose?

She keeps seeing people talking about it, posting about it online, she doesn’t pay it much mind, the orange peel theory, like who cares? Amber Cottrell is capable of peeling her own damn oranges at the end of the day, but after a conversation with Mark about it over brunch, it makes her reconsider it. 

It’s a warm sunny day, winter is giving way to spring, they are seated on the upper balcony deck of the Pop-Over Pantry. Amber’s table setting has her heart shaped sunglasses folded neatly on one side, her phone face down on the other, she has her second mimosa in her manicured grip. She is waiting on her ridiculously decedent blueberry cheesecake stuffed brioche’ French toast and Mark on is waiting on his breakfast skillet, and they are talking. 

“So that’s why Amanda couldn’t join us today-” He finishes, and she sighs, “So now I am stuck with just you? Terrible, truly.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Yeah, you are so hard done by.” 

“I am, I totally am.” Amber nods with a small smile, she watches Mark take a sip of his coffee and once he does, he asks her the question that sets this all in motion, “So have you seen this orange peel theory thing everyone has been talking about?” 

“Not you too.” She groans and Mark laughs, asking, “What?”

“Just everyone and their mom is talking about it, my sister sent me a video of it the other day.” Comes the response from the redhead.

“What, Jules sent a video of her husband doing that for her?” Mark asked and Amber said, “No, she sent me a video of the priest at our old church working it into his Sunday sermon.” 

A look of recognition crosses Mark's face, a nod that shows that makes much more sense than his suggestion. Amber sets her glass down and sits up a little straighter, her voice drops into a deeper pitch, a serious expression as she does her best to impersonate him, “Have you ever considered all the ways that God peels an orange for you?”

Mark winces, “Fuck, that’s bad.” 

“Right?” Amber and him share a laugh. Plates of food are brought, and after the first bites are taken, she asks, “Why are you bringing it up?”

Mark looks across the table and says with a tilt of his head, “Just wondering if you’d ever do that to Freddy.”

“Give him a fucking relationship test?” Her question has no shortage of confused bewilderment in her tone, it’s met with a serious nod and a half smile, “Yeah, would you ever ask him that?”

“Why would I?” Amber’s eyes drop, she focuses on cutting another bite sized piece off her toast. 

“So you know where you stand and how much he cares about you?” Mark says it like it is obvious and Amber laughs, “I know where I stand, I know he cares about me.”

“I mean, knowing he cares about you as more than a fun set of holes to fuck.” He deadpans, and that makes Amber’s eyes glance up at him. 

She sets down her silverware and rests her elbows on the table, she leans forward on her hands under her chin, “Mark, darling, dearest, why do you think I want him to care about me more than a fun set of holes to fuck?” 

“Because you are so painfully, clearly in love with him.” Mark says with a grin that is too wide, and there is a beat. Tension. 

She breaks first, laughing, she picks up her knife and fork, her tone is fond as she says, “You are such a fucking asshole.” 

“C’mon I thought that was your type.” Mark teases and Amber’s stiletto meets his shin, a kick that is playful but a hair harder than it needs to be to drive the point home, he plays it up more than needed to add to the comedy and makes her bark out a laugh so loud it causes the people at the next table to look over at her.

Brunch was nice.

The conversation lingers on her mind. 

Hours and hours later, even when she is going to bed, it is still on her mind. She is slipping between crisp white sheets, head hitting the pillow, muttering over how stupid Mark is. 

She can’t believe she is really going to do this. 

He isn’t in the playroom when she pulls herself there. He will probably be along shortly. She walks over to the kitchen's island bar, she looks at the space she wants it to show up, with a sigh she concentrates, snaps her fingers and the bowl of fruit appears. She reaches into the bowl and plucks up the single orange. Amber sits herself on one of the barstools, passing the orange between her hands before setting it down. Her fingers rest on it, rolling it in slow circles, she leans on her other hand, she is contemplating zapping the fruit out of existence, but she hears him. 

“Heya shortstack.” 

Her head snaps up, she abandons the fruit and turns on the stool, looking over at him, a smile crosses her lips and she returns his greeting. “Hey Freddy.”

“Why didn’t you call and let me know you were here, gorgeous?” He asks as he makes his approach, he has his non-gloved hand in his pocket as he comes over, he is in no rush, his walk unhurried. She shrugs, “I knew you’d feel me soon enough and make your own way over.” 

“Awful trusting.” He muses, and she smiles, “Yeah, I do trust you way too much.” 

He is next to her now, gloved hand rests on her lower back, he leans down and presses a kiss to the top of her head, she returns it when he starts to pull away, laying one on the underside of his jaw. Freddy hums pleased, and some part of her purrs in satisfaction in kind. His glove leaves her, she momentarily mourns the loss with a small pout.

“So.” He leans on the bar, focused on her, asking, “How are you?”

Her eyes glance down at the orange quickly, she feels silly, she doesn’t know if she should bring it up, she doesn’t have to do it. What does Mark know anyway? She is secure in what they have, she shouldn’t let him effect what she shares with Freddy in any way, she can just forget about it. 

“Good, had a good Sunday. Met up with Mark for brunch.” She tells him and Freddy snorts, “And how’s our favourite dork doing anyway?” 

“Mark is Mark.” She sighs, resolutely deciding to not tell Freddy about their conversation earlier, thoroughly giving up on the idea her old friend put forth, instead choosing to focus on just spending time with him.

“How about you?” She asks and Freddy stands more up right, he shrugs, a sigh, he looks frustrated, “Teenagers these days, their fears are getting more esoteric and existential all the time, Amber” 

She comforts him and teases him all at once, “Oh I am sure you are doing great, but don’t you love a challenge?”

“I mean, sure, but you try to shape-shift into the physical representation meant to be the mortifying idea of being known to scare some traumatized 17-year-old with daddy issues. What happened to snakes? Why can’t I run into some kid who is scared of spiders or some shit?” He rants and her smile broadens, turns dreamier. God, she really does love him, the passion he has.

He sighs, and his shoulders drop, seemingly feeling a bit better having gotten that out, “Anyway, I’m going on too much about work, how’s stuff at the office?”

She starts to tell him about that week, it had been a good one honestly, was filling him in on some silly story that had to do with her assistant and while she is animatedly telling him, he does something unexpected and unasked.

He picks up the orange.

She doesn’t falter, but her brows raise, he uses the blades of his gloves to peel the fruit, he is still listening, looking between the task and her, smile playing on his face, small chuckles where appropriate. 

The pieces of peel fall away and onto the countertop and when the fruit is fully exposed he removes a section of it, leans closer, holds out a piece and that makes her stop telling the story to ask, “What are you doing?”

His look is quizzical, “Giving you some orange? I didn’t bring this here so I know you did, it was sitting in front of you, I figured you wanted some.” 

Something inside her melts. 

She was right. The test was fucking stupid and Mark is wrong, it wasn’t necessary, because between Amber and Freddy? He knows her so well, she never has to ask. 

“Yeah I do.” She admits softly, and she takes the section of orange, he smiles, and she matches it, saying, “Thank you.” 

“Don’t mention it, now c’mon what did he say next?” Freddy asks, his investment in the story makes her laugh again and she tells him.

They share the orange over more stories of their respective weeks, by the end her face hurts from smiling, she is out of breath from laughing, her fingers are sticky, and she's decided it’s the best tasting orange she has ever had. 

[tired-corpses]

I'm a simp for this man 💕

[presidentpoppy]

me & freddy krueger >:3

[blo0dyteeth]

Horror movie fans hello! Yet another oc x cc ship because that is my life purpose ✨️

I'm not a big fan of how it turned out to expect another Jason x Kirill art soon!

This was more of an experimental art if you will, I was just trying to see how to make the coarse pencil brush look good cuz I like the grainy look

I'm aware of Kirill's tentacle hand shut up XD

[skellys-selfships]

haha twink boobers-

[hoffmansnightmare]

I'm kicking around the idea of accepting fic commissions again. I'd only write for a few Canon characters but I could offer Canonx Your OC

I could do

Freddy

Jason

Any of the men in Saw

Michael Meyers as well but I'm not nearly as confident.

It'd be about 10 bucks per 1k and I would let you decide the length.

I'm using this to Guage interest. I could finish these within a few days.

[itneedsmoregays]

Happy Halloween from Ash and Steff!

When it comes to Halloween costumes, Ash and Steff have quite different approaches.

Choosing costumes for them was haaaard. I ran through so many options (a Ghostbuster and a zombie rocker, Vanellope von Schweetz and Wednesday Addams, etc) before settling on |Rapunzel and Fredd Krueger.

[m00nz-writes]

Silly goofy idea...

What if I forced my crazy X-Men oc into the NOES 2010 remake as a joke? And I made remake Freddy suffer at the hands of my angry 5'2" beast of a lady as a goofy lil joke?

Wouldn't that be so hilarious???

[sleepy-quentin]

Mun quentin here

Bcuz im dirt shit poor

Im opening commissions!! Just pm me here and tell me what youd like drawn!

Ofc With how my comms. work, youll need to send me half of the price (one part not being scammed, two part to give me motivation to get the commision done asap!)

I only have cashapp

👍

[ragequeen94]

[samalong1]

Idk his name is richard

[presidentpoppy]

Based on this comic

[skellys-selfships]

does he look like a fucking bacon gremlin?? yes

but he's my bacon gremlin :>

[hoffmansnightmare]

I'm officially opening up fic commissions!

I'm only taking on a few this time around.

They're 10 dollars for every 1k words. You decide the length.

Characters I'll write.

Freddy Krueger

Jason Voorhees

Mark Hoffman

Peter Strahm

Adam Stanheight

Lawrence Gordon

I'll do any pairing of the following and I will write OCxCanon if you're comfortable with me handling your OC!

Will do both NSFW and SFW

Please DM me if you're interested. My AO3 is HERE if you want to see examples of my stuff

[freddys-brat]

A perfect dream 🤤

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Chapter 2 - Freddy Krueger (A Nightmare on Elm Street (2010))

Coming to in the nightmare she knew was waiting for her the second her head hit her pillow, the one the man in the ratty Christmas sweater built just for her, Erin did all she could think to do: run. 

Preview under the cut.

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