#inspired by me bouncing around waiting for my bus at 7am next to elm street

[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror House!Imagine;

Imagine that everyone in the house has come outside to do something. It's night, and it's winter, and almost no one is bothered at all by it but you. They're either used to it (Jason, standing there completely relaxed looking up at the sky), are nice and rugged up (Stu, in his 400 dollar wilderness coat), or just don't feel it (Jennifer, next to you looking ridiculously at you like why the fuck are you bouncing around, jesus christ).

But you're f r e e z i n g. You're in your jacket, which you have pulled tight around you; you're rubbing your hands together for what lovely warm friction you can create; you've got a beanie pulled on over your icy ears... but you're! Still! Bloody! Cold! Can we just go back ins- inside now???

When Freddy saddles beside you only wearing his regular clothes and not looking cold at all, your jaw drops. How come-

He explains quickly that he's always warm now, which makes sense you guess cuz of the... roasting... and cheekily offers his services (God he makes that sound so dirty) to keep you warm~

You gape, at first. No way! You think. But then you immediately start thinking about how your fingers feel like ice right now and dampness is seeping through your shoes and the wind makes you gasp every single time. Um... maybe...

When you hesitate, Jennifer thinks you're uncomfortable and (ever your protector) goes to tell him hell no herself, when you suddenly shuffle closer to Freddy and offer your icy fingers. "... yes please." You say quietly, defeated and ashamed.

When he laughs and picks up your hands in his (no glove, for some reason. Did he take it off before he came over here??) And squeezes, you feel immediate relief and sigh. Goddamnit he's like a hot water bottle. You forget all about the awkwardness and lean in even closer, dropping your head on his shoulder, sighing.