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If you give me Freddy with a equally cocky as him partner I will give you my first born

The Perfect Match

Nightmare on Elm Street

Freddy Krueger/GN!Reader

SFW

TW: Cursing, mentions of murder

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The way I have thought about this All the Time I--

NO I EVEN HAVE A SONG I LISTEN TO WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT

Like what I wouldn't give to have as much confidence as that man,,,,

Enjoy my lovely!

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You took another sip of your tea, the cup warm in your hands as you lazily watched the TV in front of you. What was on, you didn't really care. You just liked to have the background noise when you slept, which was what you were trying your best to do.

All week you heard your college mates whisper about the man in their dreams, claiming he was who killed three of your classmates. They said he was horribly burned, wore a glove with knives, and whatever he did to you in your dreams happened in real life.

At first, you didn't care enough to believe them, but as those people began dying mysteriously, you got curious.

Who was this man, coming into people's dreams to kill them? Was he real, if he was, why was he doing it? Was he going to come after you?

After doing some research, you found out this man, Fred Krueger, used to live in the abandoned house across the street from you.

Other than that, you found some articles of his release on a technicality after he murdered the neighborhood children. But that was about it. There was nothing on what happened to him, it was almost as if whatever happened was covered up and forgotten.

You decided to find out more, and so here you were, up since 5 a.m., and drinking nighttime tea. It was around 10 o'clock now, and the day was starting to catch up to you, and you could feel yourself getting more and more tired.

Your eyes began to drift shut, the now empty cup almost falling out of your relaxed hands.

After a minute, it finally did, and you jumped.

“Damn it!” You cursed. You picked up the cup and set it on the coffee table in front of your couch.

You pulled the small blanket you had wrapped around you to the side and decided to go get some water.

As you poured yourself a glass, you swore you could hear footsteps from behind you.

You looked over your shoulder, to see nothing.

You turned back, and there he was, standing in front of you.

You jumped a little and let out a scream, being caught off guard by his sudden appearance.

“You... you're Fred Krueger, aren't you?”

“Someone's done their homework.”

“Someone's done a google search, don't think I would waste more than five minutes on you.”

He let out a low whistle, “Big talk for someone about to die.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes before setting your now unimportant glass of water down, “Big talk for someone that killed kids. Come on, man, pick a fight with someone your own size. Or actually, I guess those kids were your size.” You looked him up and down, taking in his smaller stature, “I mean, seriously, you'd expect a killer to be a little bigger. And I'm guessing your height isn't the only small thing you're making up for, right?”

You cocked your head a little and waited for his response.

Instead of another threat or insult, he simply started laughing. Laughing so hard he was holding his sides.

It had been a long time since someone had done anything other than scream and beg for mercy, and honestly it was a nice change for him.

After that, he threatened to kill you, but every night you refused to run around and beg for mercy, and he never tried to chase you, so his threat fell flat. Instead, you two ended up spending almost every night together and you found yourself feeling something for the dream demon.

Despite him trying to hide that he felt the same way, you could read him like a book. He was surprised when you confronted him, asking how you knew.

“I don't know, Freddy. Maybe it was the way you looked at me, or the way you'd always listen to my stories, or maybe, it was the way that you killed everyone that flirted with me.” You stated, and he accepted his defeat.

But, he would be lying if he said that he wasn't glad he found someone as cocky as him to help keep him in line.