#loretta krueger

[slashingdisneypasta]

Imagine being Tiffany Valentine's or Loretta Krueger's sister and having to deal with Chucky or Freddy as a brother-in-law you don't approve of.

[delightfulkingtyphoon]

*Aleph by gesaffelstein starts playing*

Goofy aah edit 🕊️

[malaije]

“Those haunted houses were once homes.”

This is my first story on this page respective criticism is highly welcomed. 💖

Loretta took her out her tuna casserole before the timer went off not wanting it to be chewy. She set it by the windowsill to cool next to the cherry pie she made an hour prior. She stood back taking a breath after slaving over the stove all afternoon. It was a simple meal but still tasking. But she did it with not one complaint she wanted her family to be happy.

She wanted him to be happy.

Work had been tiring for Fred these past couple of weeks. He always came home late and she didn’t think anything of it.

Why would she?

He loved her if he didn’t he wouldn’t have married her she thought. Her simple mind blocking any questions of doubt. She wiped her hands on her apron before reaching up and grabbing plates from the cabinet. Walking over into the dining area and setting the table. One…two…three. She smiled making her way to the back door to call in Fred and Katherine from the garden.

“Dinners ready!” She yelled out. “You two come inside and wash those hands.” She left the door open for them before taking the casserole from the windowsill and a spatula bringing them to the table. She heard the patter of small feet running inside the house then the sound of work boots making their way in after. The door closing shut with a click.

“Smells delicious Loretta.” Said Fred giving her a small smile as he picked up Katherine so she could reach her hands into the sink. Once they were done washing their hands they sat idly at the table Katherine kicking her legs and Fred reading the paper. Loretta had cut decent sized pieces and plated them sitting down herself and beginning to eat.

She looked up from her plate admiring the two of them Katherine’s golden hair brown roots peaking from the top. Then to Fred his cool blue eyes scanning the paper intently she wondered what was so interesting? But she waved that thought away deciding to just enjoy the moment. She prayed it could stay this way.

…

But they didn’t she blinked and the house was back to the way it was. The wallpaper peeling from the walls and maggots crawling on leftover food sat neatly on the table. She didn’t know why she was still here there was nothing left for her. Her baby was gone and him a monster. But that one wasn’t new he’d always been one she just refused to see it.

She sat idly at the table twiddling with her thumbs. She stared at a picture on the wall it was of them photos they took on Easter. Her lips wobbled into a smile hope rising into her eyes.

if she waited long enough maybe they’d come back home.

[awesomephd]

I am filing cards all professional but there's a flashing sign pointing at me saying "thinking about Freddy Krueger's wife"

[rroaddkill]

"Show me what you have"

"A KNIFE !"

"NO!"

Krueger Family Antics

[azazelflare]

Freddy Krueger X Reader: It’s You

Minors DNI 

CW: dream sex, claiming, cum swallowing, hard fucking

AO3

You knew Freddy as a teen, you would babysit his daughter before the fiasco. You fell asleep one night after finishing your book. When you opened your eyes, you were in a boiler room. You could feel the heat against your skin. You touched the pipe experimentally and you felt your skin burning. You quickly pulled your arm back, you turn your head and you see a man standing in front of you. He had a red and green striped sweater and a brown fedora on. He walked closer to you with his hand, which you quickly realized were knives on a glove, scraping against the pipes. You start to feel scared seeing him walk toward you. He makes it about a foot from you, you are unable to move from your spot. He reaches toward you with his knife hand and you flinch back when he scratched your cheek. You tried to speak but he just shushed you, his unclawed hand holding your chin. You feel his textured skin against you and he smirks at you. “Hey doll. Been a while, hasn’t it?” your eyes widen at the nickname. “Freddy? What the fuck? How’d this happen?” he looked at you, a large smile on his lips. “Well, I made a deal with a demon, now I’m a dream demon.” you looked confused, wondering if this was a dream. “Of course, this is a dream! How else am I supposed to visit you?” You must have said that out loud. He chuckled at you. He pulls you closer to him, his claws digging into your arm. His mouth catches yours and you moan into the kiss. You wrap your arms around him and his eyes widen as you deepen the kiss. He releases the kiss “You have no idea how long I've waited to do that. Ever since I heard you and Loretta fighting that one day, I’ve wanted to kiss you.” His jaw drops at that statement. You just turned 18 that day and you were babysitting Kate and heard them fighting. You continued to play with her till they were done, being a much-needed distraction for her. When he was caught, you kept Kate with you. She stayed with you until CPS took her. When he was found innocent and burnt, you saw the parents kill him. His screams echo in your ears from time to time. Unknown to you, he heard your screams through the fire. He heard you trying to put out the fire with anything close by. When you were dragged back by the cops, you screamed bloody murder. He heard your screams and thought they did something to you as well. When the demons came and made a deal, you were on his mind. He not only made the deal for revenge for himself but also for you. He was not going to make the same mistake again. When he felt you were dreaming he made himself known, in all honesty, he missed you. He was happy when he saw your face again, ten years have really done wonders for you. Your face had lost the acne, and your hair has a little gray streak from the stress of that night. He runs his fingers through your hair, he holds the strip softly. “This is from them, isn’t it?” you nod and you have tears gathered in your eyes. The trauma from that night caused more problems than it solved. You are the town outcast, you couldn’t even buy groceries from the store because every time you went, the other people would glare and sneer at you. Kids would even whisper that you were the devil's bride and you shouldn’t get close. You resorted to buying groceries in another town. Freddy grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into a hug. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You see his ear close to your mouth and you nip and lick at it. He lets out a moan at your antics. He pushes you up against the railing and bends you over it. Your shirt bunches up and he sees the tattoo on your lower back. He smirks seeing the red butterfly, “I see you’ve gotten around, butterfly huh?” you blush and answer him. You were in mourning for a while, and you used sex to heal. His smirk grew larger at your words. You hear his belt unbuckle and a zipper, you wiggle your hips at him and he laughs. “Fucking slut, you need this, don’t you?” a gag appears in your mouth and you nod, whimpering at him. His hand cups your core and his fingers start to play with your clit. You moan through the gag. When he feels like he prepared you enough he runs his dick up and down your folds. He pushes into you slowly, your walls stretching around him. You moan loudly and he pulls your hair, bending your back. He starts to thrust into you slowly and you feel his textured cock rubbing all the right places. He starts to pump faster and faster. The knot in your stomach growing tighter. He pulls your hair tighter and bends down moving your hair out of the way. He licks and sucks your neck and he bites down, drawing blood. You whimper and scream when he did this. He licks the blood off your neck and moans at the taste. “You taste as good as you smell doll. Maybe I should make you my new slut. Would you like that?” you nod your head and he smiles. His thrusts get erratic and you feel a pulsing sensation. He hits your cervix and you feel him cum inside you. He rubs your clit till you release. He pulls out of you and turns you around and makes you kneel. “Clean me up slut.” the gag disappears and you start to lick and suck his dick. You taste yourself on him and you clean him up. He starts to harden in your mouth and you moan around him. He lets out a loud moan and he grips your hair. He starts to fuck your mouth, and you gag and choke on him. He jolts forward and pushes his entire length into your throat. You have tears in your eyes and he lets out a sigh, cumming down your throat. He lets go of you and you cough trying to get breath into your lungs. You look up at him and smile, opening your mouth to show him the rest of his load. “Swallow.” you do as he says and he pets your cheek. “Doll, you're mine now. No one gets to touch you but me. Got it?” you nod and feel yourself waking up. “See ya tomorrow night doll.”

[thecrispydemon]

Hey y’all! This is a bit different than what I usually post. This is a project I’ve been working on for a while, and I’m excited to share it you guys! This is a piece of fanfic I wrote based off of the pilot episode of Freddy’s Nightmares, which I really dislike to say the least. I got the idea because I was annoyed with the wasted potential, so I decided to rewrite it myself. Anyways enough with the rambling, I hope you guys like it.

No More Mr. Nice Guy

Part l

The Murders

I can’t sleep. All I feel is this persistent dread, I have to keep myself busy in order to not be overtaken by my thoughts. After an hour of tossing and turning, I decided to get myself some water. I was going to head upstairs, but out the window I caught a glimpse of stars twinkling, the moon peeping out from the clouds overseeing the still neighborhood. My anxiety slowly melted away looking out at the tranquil scene; for a moment I could finally think clearly, however it soon turned into frustration when the subject of my turmoil returned. All I wanted was a life, away from the chaos of the city. The amount of times I’ve sacrificed important moments with my wife and children just to make ends meet became too much. I was hoping a new start in Springwood would give me that peace. Now I’m encountering something far worse than I’ve ever seen in my career. Every few weeks a new body is found, a small child horrifically mutilated, with almost every wound that the human mind can imagine. God, I can still see it, the horrible gashes, rope burns, torn clothing, the sight of pure perversion. When I lay awake I still see their faces, engulfed in terror, the look of a cold unforgiving death. When you work in the law, that chaos will always find you; I should’ve known better.

The creak of the floor boards interrupts my spiral. I turn around to see my wife Sarah, her blonde hair and blue eyes shone in the moonlight. “ I’ll be up in a minute” I say. She looks at me with concern, she approaches and embraces me in her arms. “ I just don’t know what to do.” “ I know, just know that I have faith in you, and that you don’t have to endure this alone.” We stood in silence for a moment gazing into the night, “Loretta invited us to a neighborhood barbecue this weekend.” “Oh that” I sighed. Though I’m not up to a weekend barbecue I am appreciative of the Kruegers. They have been a welcoming presence for my family. Loretta a petite woman with a light brown bob, and just as cheery as the florals I constantly see her in, greeted us with a basket of pastries, and flowers when we moved in. She and Sarah over the past few weeks became closely acquainted. Her husband Freddy I’ve only interacted with a couple of times, a Gene Wilder type, charismatic, and friendly. My twin daughters Sarah and Merit are friends with their daughter Katherine, who they spend a lot of time at school with, and have had many play dates. Ring! I look at Sarah “I’ll get it.” The feeling of dread returns as I made my way to the living room. My throat felt so dry that I had trouble answering “Blocker residence.” “Lieutenant we found another one.”

I make my way to the scene with every passing streetlight I feel myself getting closer to the horror I’m about to witness. I pull into the empty park I see the crowd of officers near the playground, that’s been closed off with yellow tape. No matter how much I tried to reason with myself, push the past behind me, it came with a vengeance. What I saw was profound ravishment and hate. I saw her lying there on the dirt, just haphazardly dumped there, like an animal got bored of tormenting it’s prey. Fabric mixed with cut flesh along the chest, rope burns on her wrists. Her face was an ashy pallor, drained of all life, her blue eyes glassy.

Pure perversion….

The world seemed to condense, like I’ve been thrown overboard into the deepest water, gasping for breath, I realized I recognized the girl, her name was Katy Coleman, she was a classmate of my daughter’s. When I saw Katy, I saw my daughters lying on that gravel. I can’t let that happen, never.

We made our way to the Krueger House, it was a bright Saturday afternoon, fluorescent leaves fell from the trees crunching under our feet. The smell of cooked meat wafted in the air leading the way, as we got closer the sound of music and children playing became louder. Lisa and Merit quickened their pace, holding in their anticipation. The house was between lush trees and surrounded by a little white fence, with patches of Lillie’s behind it. The sweet smell of barbecue gave the house a more quaint feel than it already had. Loretta greeted us at the door “hello! Welcome! We’re just getting started!” She said in her usual upbeat manner. “Freddy! The blockers are here!” “Great! Send ‘em on back! A voice responded from the back of the house. Loretta looked down at the twins “Oh! Lisa and merit, Katherine is in her room.” We made our way to the back yard, which was just as nice as the front yard, the grass was plush and neatly manicured. There was a table on the patio decorated with tableware Freddy appeared from behind the grill carrying a plate loaded with ribs. “ Oh don’t you worry this is just the appetizer!” Soon other guests started to trickle in. Loretta looked at Freddy “I’ll go get the kids.” She said. “Oh, I’ve got it honey.” Freddy walked across the backyard to the house. “Girls! The food’s ready! If you don’t come down I’m feeding it to the dog!” “Dad, we don’t have a dog!” Katherine shouted back slightly annoyed. The girls ran down the stairs. Freddy chased Katherine outside in a goofy fashion. “Dad, I’m getting too old for that!” “What to have fun with your old man? I don’t think so!” Freddy quickly walked to greet the new guests shaking hands and saying hello, he seemed to make a show out of greeting people. I spent most of the time to myself a subtle sense of dread gnawed at me I felt as though my soul had lifted from my body and peered at the partygoer’s below. I didn’t feel like socializing anyway.

As the sun began to set people began to retreat to their homes, leaving only me, Sarah, and the twins. The girls returned upstairs while we enjoyed a glass of wine in the kitchen. “Oh! Tim I gotta show ya something!” Said Freddy. He led me to the garage where a vehicle was covered by a tarp. Freddy yanked the tarp off revealing a bright red convertible. “Ain’t she something?”

He said with a look of pride. “Wow Fred this extremely nice.” “I know, and you won’t believe it she was fall’n apart when I first saw her, so I’ve been fix’n her up.” He must’ve picked up on my inattentiveness, he looked at me with full attention. “sorry, bud here I was bragging about my car, and I shoulda asked about you.” “Oh, forget it, it’s work trouble.” I replied. “Yeah it’s a damn shame what’s happening, I’m sure you’re stressed.” I nodded. “I saw in the paper that a new body was found, were there any clues about who coulda done it?” “Sadly not.” He looked me in the eye, and my blood ran cold “I wonder how her parents must feel.” At once I was consumed with nausea, and I excused myself from the garage. I found Sarah talking to Loretta in the living room “honey, I’m going to head out.” “Oh, okay, I’ll get the girls, and-“ “ no, no you stay I just need to go lay down.” I walked out into the neighborhood the night sky had set in by this point, and everyone was shut up in their homes. The whole walk I couldn’t get Fred’s stare out of my consciousness. Despite his concerned demeanor, his eyes were a striking green, that were almost hypnotic, the glamour had lifted, and suddenly I found myself in the clutches of a viper. I saw nothing but death in them, and I shudder to think that being the last thing I witness before my demise.

I returned home from work one day, to find Lisa in the living room staring at the newspaper in her hands. She was completely motionless; for a moment time stood still, as we stood in the silent living room. She was staring at something on the front cover, I went over to her, and gently placed my hand on her shoulder. The headline read Springwood Slasher Claims Another Victim, with a yearbook photo of Katy. Lisa turned to me, and buried herself in my arms. I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just embraced her as she wept. The girls both became more quiet and withdrawn after that. At night Sarah and I would talk at length about what to do, unfortunately it only resulted in conflict. Eventually I found myself retreating to the basement, instead of tossing and turning in my bed. I would spend hours poring over the evidence from the Springwood Slasher case. The deeper I became engulfed with finding answers, the less tethered my relationship with my wife and children became.

One morning I stayed home sick from work the house was empty Sarah had gone to work, and the girls were at school. I had boxes of evidence strewn across the living room, I was so focused that the doorbell made me jump. When I opened the door I was surprised to find Fred. He was timidly standing on the stoop clutching his brown fedora. “Hey Freddy, how’s it going?” “Hey Tim, I don’t mean to bother you, I just wanted to drop by and say hi” he said sullenly. “Why don’t you come in?” “Thanks.” I hastily picked up the living room “don’t worry about this, I decided to get some work done. Feel free to sit down.” Freddy sat on the edge of the couch, it was evident that something was bothering him. “ So, uh how’ve you been?” I asked. “ To be honest, not great.” He replied, his eyes shook, and he wept. “I’m sorry, Tim I don’t mean to put this on you, I just, I just-.” “Hey, don’t worry about it. Can I get you anything? Coffee?” He shook his head. “No thanks. It’s Loretta, she left me. I was at work, and she called me, that’s when she told me that she was leaving. After that I couldn’t focus, so I took the rest of the day off.” I sat there across from him stunned by what I just heard. “Did she say why?” Freddy shook his head, then placed it in his hands. “ What about Katherine?” “She’s still at school, I’m not sure what I’m going to tell her.” “My god Fred, I don’t know what to say, that’s terrible, well you know where to find us if you need anything.” “Thank you Tim.” That night I was in the bedroom with Sarah, and I told her what had happened earlier that day. She looked at me with utter disbelief. “ I talked to Loretta a couple of days ago, we were in the kitchen talking, I asked her about Fred, and she suddenly got very tense. She started crying, she seemed afraid. I’ve never seen her like that, but she wouldn’t just vanish.”

I laid in bed ruminating, I couldn’t sleep, eventually I decided just to go downstairs. I got myself some water, and stared out the living room window. Not too long after I saw headlights make their way down the street, as they got closer I realized they belonged to a red convertible.

All at once my suspicion formed into an urge to take action. I got into my car, and began to follow the convertible. Despite my guilt, despite knowing I should’ve followed protocol, by that point I had become overtaken by pure instincts, I wasn’t a cop that night, but a terrified father. Little did I know I would be forever changed.

I was led to a power plant, where I realized is Fred’s work place. I found his car parked in some quiet corner of the plant. For a moment I felt stupid that I followed him to where he worked, but I just had to put my mind at ease. I got out of my car, the sounds of machinery echoed in the night. The looming stacks made the plant look like some ancient ruin. I found a doorway not far from where he parked. Right to the left were some small windows illuminated by firelight. I crouched down through the murky glass I could see him. To my horror I saw a desk covered in missing child posters and newspaper clippings. He pulled out a box in it was a metal plated glove attached to the finger tips were four blades. I couldn’t watch anymore, I was possessed with rage. I opened the heavy metal door revealing a dingy staircase. As I made my way down the fire was my guide in the dark hallway, like I was entering the depths of hell meeting the devil himself. When I entered the boiler room he turned around in shock. Thinking about my family, the sleepless nights, the trust I had in him, all cultivated in an act of violence. I lunged at him knocking him to the ground. “ You son of a bitch! “ I struck him more. “ What you don’t have anything to say?!, I let you in my home! You know where my children sleep! Goddamn you!” He looked up at me with fear, the kind of fear without a hint of remorse, that his reign of terror is over. For the first time I felt true hate.

When I brought him into the station my pain was not resolved. I was bitter, and sorrowful, that the thing infecting my life was living right down the street.The evidence that was found sickened me a scrap book of newspaper clippings, missing child posters, and a box of Polaroids with a parent’s worst nightmare. Soon after Krueger’s arrest Katherine was placed in foster care, Loretta’s remains were never found.

The girls were devastated, withdrawing from both Sarah and I, but especially me. I fell into a depression, Sarah tried her best to pull me out, however I was overcome with despair. When the date of the trial arrived, most of me wanted nothing more to do with the case, except a slight feeling of hope that I’d see that bastard rot behind bars forever. However that never happened. Due to my impulses I failed as a police officer, I forgot to read him his rights. Thus Krueger walked out of the courtroom as a free man.

That night after the trial I and some other parents in the neighborhood tracked him down to his boiler room. We found him sitting against the wall with a look of pride as he smoked a cigarette. I struck him in the face, the cigarette landing on the ground. I yanked him up off the ground dragging him by his jacket lapels. As someone began to pour gas all over the room. “Whatcha gonna do arrest me? He mocked. “Fine burn it! You know I’ll never see a cell!” He shouted. A match was lit and the place began to burn I looked at Fred, his eyes met mine the sparks reflected in them, I felt as though I was in the presence of the arch fiend. We looked at each other in a mutual hatred. I decided then and there it would end. I pushed him back down into the flames, he began to burn. He shrieked in agony, it sounded like the cry of an inhuman creature. “ You’ll fucking burn for this! Do you hear me!” Freddy screamed. One of the others began to pull me out of the room. “ Tim we gotta go!” With that we made our way outside I looked back one last time the small windows ablaze the smoke began to trickle out. I could still hear his muffled screams.

The drive home was a somber one. The whole way I could still see his eyes, his screams with every passing car. I found Sarah standing in the living room. I couldn’t think of anything to say. She moved close to me, and I fell in her arms.All the tension, the misery I held inside released itself all at once, and I wept. We embraced each other in the soft light of the moon.

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 11.4

Beer Birthdays

Gottfried Krueger (1837)

Carl Sedlmayr (1847)

Pat Boyd, Miss Rheingold 1945 (1922)

Alfred Heineken (1923)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Art Carney; actor (1918)

Walter Cronkite; television journalist (1916)

Chris Difford; rock musician, singer, songwriter (1954)

James Honeyman-Scott; rock guitarist (1956)

Will Rogers; humorist (1879)

Famous Birthdays

Alton Adams; composer (1889)

Martin Balsam; actor (1919)

James E. Brewton; painter (1930)

Larry Bunker; jazz drummer, percussionist (1928)

Sean "Diddy" Combs; rapper, producer (1969)

Charles Despiau,;French sculptor (1874)

Harry Ferguson; Irish engineer, inventor (1884)

Bethenny Frankel; television chef (1970)

Charles Frazier; writer (1950)

Kathy Griffin; comedian (1960)

Dick Groat; Pittsburgh Pirates SS (1930)

Gail E. Haley; author, illustrator (1939)

Audrey Hollander; adult actress (1979)

Kyōka Izumi, Japanese author, poet (1873)

Marlène Jobert; French actress (1940)

Charles K. Kao; Chinese physicis (1933)

Klabund; German author and poet (1890)

Peter Lord; English animator (1953)

Ralph Macchio; actor (1961)

Robert Mapplethorpe; photographer (1946)

Delbert McClinton; singer, songwriter (1940)

Matthew McConaughey; actor (1969)

Cameron Mitchell; actress (1918)

James Montgomery; Scottish writer (1771)

Eden Phillpotts; English writer (1862)

Markie Post; actor (1950)

Doris Roberts; actor (1930)

Loretta Swit; actor (1937)

Taylor Tomlinson; comedian (1993)

Carlos "Patato" Valdes; Cuban-American conga player (1926)

C.K. Williams; poet (1936)

Gig Young; actress (1913)

[petpsycho]

"Hijo de puta!" Loretta screeched, her nails digging into her hands as she looked at the mess of a man before her. She'd never say to him that she knew today's particular issue was instigated by her; she was selfish and possessive, with someone else's whispered words in her ears, and today the growls had become her own words. ...bitch had it coming, though. But of course FP thought she was just being overdramatic and cruel. "If you're so sick of it, let me leave! Told you, I'm going to stay with my parents, not do anything to you precious little ex, as much as I want to." Seeing him walk towards the kitchen, she didn't follow, but did make sure to get a few more words in. "God, if I wasn't here you'd fucking destroy yourself, wouldn't you? Punching walls and drinking even when I'm here... this is why I have to protect you from everything."

Muse; FP Jones

Open to: M/F

Plot: im stealing the plot idea for Love The Way You Lie on my other blog so :)) gimme toxic things

The room was spinning and not just from his alcohol intake. The fighting had been non stop and today it came to a head. The wall he stared at had a hole punched in from his now broken and bloody knuckles. They had threatened to leave again and though they always found their way back to one another, he wasnt going to let them just walk out tonight. It turned into a screaming match and it was hard to believe FP actually loved them. He did and to a dangerous point but he was an alcoholic and his issues reared their head every day. "Im so fucking sick of this." He sighed heavily. "Why cant you just..." He stopped and shook his head before walking off to the kitchen to grab another beer and drink away the pain of his hand.

[computersucker]

urban legend is the perfect movie tbh it has it all. goth4goth sex and freddy krueger out of drag and brad dourif and deaths that are like urban legends and jared leto getting tormented and a really big parka and a dog shotgunning beers and getting its nose pierced and fellating the microphone and total eclipse of the heart and loretta devine and the guy from spn but hes shifty and greasy-haired in a way i kinda find appealing somehow and a mid-murder powerpoint presentation and swagful architecture in the university building and looking for goth sex on goth chatrooms and maybe a reference to the creator of chucky? and lithium prescriptions and dial-up internet and portable CD players and newspapers and writing for the university newspaper and really bad bleach jobs and red herrings. lots of red herrings

[slashingdisneypasta]

Human!Freddy Krueger x Fem!Cheater!Reader || Drabble [Part 2]

Plot: Do you remember that one I wrote where reader, who had been cheating on her husband (Not with Freddy), was being blackmailed for this by Freddy to try and get rid of Loretta’s body for him before the cops found him?

Well in this one, Freddy inevitably gets caught anyway and just when reader thinks she’s in the clear, he says something in court that turns your whole world upside down and there is not a damn thing you can do about it.

Part One: What The Fuck Now, Freddy!?

Notes:

I’ve been thinking about this since I wrote the last one !! I’m glad to have finally added it ^^ Its shorter, but this is definitely now my favourite thing I have ever written with Freddy so far.

This is a universe I could live in for a while also XD Might make this a series.

Warnings: Its a very overwhelming scene involving lies, cheating, confusion, attention, and hopelessness. If you think that is gonna make you anxious dont read this.

Tags: @gr4veyardg1rl , @kawaistrawberry21 , @lady-love88 , @miss_understood , @spookifi , @thecourtofgraywaves, @yesthetrashbin (Adding these after the fact and hoping no one notices... shh... )

… No. You think, eyes wide, feeling Harrison tense up next to you. He turns his head to look at you and he asks is that true?? a horrible accusatory tone in his voice that you fully deserve - though not for this, - but you can’t respond. You can’t unglue your eyes from Freddy, a million thoughts and feelings flying through you. It feels like your body is shutting down. Like the world just tipped over and everyone but you has glue on their feet.

He just told the whole world, everyone in this courtroom and everyone watching it on TV, that his alibi for all those times that he was ‘supposedly’ killing kids… was his affair with you. That killing Loretta was your idea. So you could be together. That it was premeditated, and you were in on it. And god, you feel sick. You were having an affair after all, not with him but you were, so there’s a lot of time your husband can’t account for… time you were spending with Carter. Time that as far as Harrison is concerned, could have very well been spent with Freddy. So he’s going to believe it. And- Carter- The man you were really with- He’s watching this at home a town over today, and- what is he going to think? That he was one of the many? That you’re some serial cheater? No-

You itch for the phone, to explain to him- what exactly, anyway?? That Freddy made you hide a body with him or he would tell Harrison about him - Carter, - and you?? That you hid a body to hide him away?? That you hid a body???

You can’t possibly explain that. You can’t even stomach it, a week after the fact. The blue and purple marks on Loretta’s neck flash in your mind, and you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. You swallow down the lump in your throat. You turn to Harrison and put a hand gently on his arm. Parting your lips, you want to explain to him; Tell him that you never touched Freddy, you’re innocent, but- but you’re not… not really. Partly, but… not really.

This is so mixed up.

It wasn’t him, you almost say, but he wrenches himself out of your loose grip- the guilty look on your face enough for him to think that he knows. “Is that why you’re here testifying for him???” He asks, and you want to push forward and explain, make him listen, but you’re starting to become aware of the true state of this courtroom right now. Its loud- people are talking all around you, yelling until your ears turn red and you can clearly hear the blood pumping through your body. They’re all looking at you.

“Is it true???”

“Y/N, how do you respond!?”

“He couldn’t have carried Loretta’s body on his own, oh shit.”

“Y/N!”

“Y/N!”

“Y/- “

Just trying to breath and calm down under this kind of pressure is tricky, and while you’re looking slowly around the room… unable to even speak for yourself from dry mouth… your eyes find Freddy again. He’s the only still thing in the room, like the devil in hell. The only other person who knows the truth about you. Theirs a smirk on his face, eyes deep-set and very steady, like he’s truly enjoying this-- and you want to be sick.

You’re going to want a lawyer, Freddy mouths, a grin on his face and a wink.

You genuinely want to vomit on the floor.

When the cameras start flashing between you and him you have to look away, down at your lap, blinking tears out of your eyes. You’re not sure whether they’re from the bright lights or what’s just been done to you.  

You can imagine the papers tomorrow. ‘Krueger Innocent of Springwood Kids- Crime of Passion Instead!?’ and a big black and white photo of you red faced and shameful in a courtroom pew.

Breathing is becoming hard. You have to get out of here. You need wa-

“Y/N!” Harrison’s voice. That’s Harrisons voice. Your eyes flicker up to him, standing beside you still with a furious and heartbroken look on his face your lips part in a silent cry. You didn’t want to hurt him, this isn’t how it was supposed to go- “Leave! Just- leave!”

Amid all the yelling and the red ears and the flashing and the blurry vision, you don’t have time to consider this, wonder if he still loves you or if he just doesn’t want to look at you, before you’re slipping past him and running out.

[delightfulkingtyphoon]

Kinktober day 10: strap0n

(I like to think that Freddy and Loretta were a cute, happy couple ☝️😔💕)

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[petpsycho]

Loretta Rodriguez is often followed by spirits of the dead.

Often, her abuelo stands at her side as a loving guide, someone to help her stay on the straight and narrow when she stumbles or is enchanted by the other paths she could take. He is the angel on her shoulder.

The devil on her shoulder is Freddy Krueger himself, her granddad as she calls him. His visits to her are rare at best, considering he was defeated before she was born and it likely took time for him to become once again what he was. still, he coaxes her bloodlust, the part of her that sometimes imagines herself as a merciful angel of death. He knows if she kills out of mercy, she will likely descend further and become just as wicked as him

Loretta Krueger also follows, often specifically to drown out Freddy or the younger Loretta's abuela. Her comfort isn't as constant or strong, but two voices are often enough to block out Freddy's wicked suggestions when she is on her own, with her parents not close enough to guide her themselves

[handicappedbuenchico]

"Are the ghosts of the Rodriguez Garcia-Swan-Lewis-Krueger household tryna get your attention?" Carlos replied, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. While he's never had ghosts visiting him, at least not in the physical or literal senses, he knew Loretta had her own form of mediumship. So, he's seen how that can effect someone, especially someone so young. He heard Sam say she wanted to be left alone, but he assumed she was talking to whatever specter decided to make their presence known. "You know, I may not be a medium myself, but Loretta has her own ways of seeing and talking to the dead. I've witnessed first-hand how bothersome they can be. Sorry if any of our resident ghosts and or demons are bothering you. They kind of just come and go as they please now."

Carlos looked up at the ceiling, as if doing that simple action would make whoever was harassing magically Sam reveal themselves to where he could see them. He knew it couldn't have been his papa, as his papa was never known for that kind of thing in life or death. It can't be Freddy, because he and Sam are clearly awake. "What are they trying to tell you?"

She’s got her fingers pressed to her temples like she is suppressing a headache. Eyes are squeezed shut. Her left foot tapping erratically. She can feel the presence of more than one spirit and it’s getting to her. Of course, Sam can’t explain this to anyone because a normal person doesn’t see ghosts. And given her reputation for being crazy, sh would rather be left alone. They’ll go away if she ignores them long enough.

“I don’t want to be bothered. Please, leave me alone.”

[borrurrow]

Art by Ovytia

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: A Nightmare on Elm Street

Character: Freddy Krueger

Sample Size: 94 stories

Source: AO3