#mayor buckman x you

[tinalbion]

Hey can I get a Englund character piece (phantom, Freddy, buckman, or whoever you want) comforting their significant other who’s been stressed out at work. This one is from personal experience as I’m a cashier at a grocery store and we’re getting out asses handed to us and people are not nice. Thank you so so much and happy belated birthday.

Aww thank you so much for the belated birthday wishes, hon! I appreciate it very much <3 I'm sorry this took so long to fulfill, but hey, better late than never I hope lol. I decided to add in Inkubus and Warden Kane mostly because those two are also pretty underrated, and the more Englund characters the better!

Hope you enjoy it~

Englund Characters x GN!Reader

Rating: Mature; does have some sexual references but nothing too in depth

Freddy

If you want comfort, you may not exactly get it in a typical way with Freddy. He loves to pick on you, and naturally, it's because he cares, so the more he annoys the absolute hell out of you, the more he shows that he cares. 

He's not one to pick up on cues that you're exhausted, you don't want to deal with any more bullshit, especially when you're at home and trying to rest. So you'd have to spell it out for him immediately if you want him to catch the idea. 

"Aww someone is grumpy, aren't they?" He'd tease you relentlessly until you either stopped responding or snapped at him. Freddy wouldn't be offended either way. But if you did just sit there and tell him you couldn't handle him today, he'd cozy up to you but with something in mind.

You knew his tricks and how he thought, well, sometimes you did. But when his glove magically disappeared for a moment and his hands began to deeply tub at your aching muscles, once he got that first official moan of pleasure to tumble from your lips, you knew you were in danger of his charms. It was hard to resist when he would lay it on extra thick. 

"C'mon, you know you wanna, plus I never hear you complainin' when I make you scream." His hands would go lower, and pushing him away was hard when he was making all the right moves with his fingers. 

So Freddy would definitely take care of you and make sure your sleep would be extra worth the annoyance he dished out at you.

Erik

Eric is a tender soul although very tortured as it was, so when you'd come back home feeling extra stressed and drained from today's events, he'd understand immediately. He's one who'd cater to your every whim if it was attainable, and if you asked extra sweetly, he'd make it happen somehow. 

You were his world, so the least he could do for you was to make sure you felt absolutely pampered when you'd be home. He didn't quite understand why you put yourself through that constantly, but to a degree, he knew there weren't many options. 

Eric would even offer to do something for you in return, like writing music and possibly selling it off to people who could appreciate it, but you refused to let him do that for you. It was a sweet gesture though, and you thanked him profusely for it. 

So he did the next best thing: he ran you a relaxing bath with as many candles and flowers as he could manage to set up. There would be no other work for you to do, he would take care of it all, and he'd pop in every so often to make sure you weren't cleaning anything up. 

Afterward, he'd greet you with your robe and wrap it around your frame, peppering your shoulders with kisses and gentle touches. He couldn't help but grab you and hold you, thankful that you'd be with someone like him after all he'd done and been through, but he also thought he was the luckiest guy in the world. 

Eric would be one of the sweeter ones if you were to be in a relationship with him, especially since if he loves someone, he loves them hard and unwavering. A very dedicated man who would happily show you that you should have the world at your feet, even if it's just because of a stressful day.

Mayor Buckman

Mayor Buckman is no stranger to having rough days, but ever since he'd become mayor, they were more mental exhaustion rather than physical exhaustion. And now that he was a vengeful spirit that didn't need to eat, sleep, or do much of anything other than killing, it was much easier for him to go about his business. 

But upon meeting you, he found out you were a hard worker and did all you could in order to earn that paycheck you needed, and he respected that. So when you'd come back into Pleasant Valley looking like you'd been run ragged, he ordered his boys not to bother you as much and asked Granny Boone to make you your favorite dish for dinner as a surprise. 

When he saw that you went upstairs to relax in your room, he came up to visit a while later and asked if you needed anything, in particular, to help you unwind. You thanked him but just wanted to rest, so he slipped out of the room and allowed you to do whatever you wanted to do in order to unwind. 

A few hours later, Buckman knocked on the door, which jolted you from a nap. "Sorry to interrupt, darlin', we just wanted to let you know dinner is downstairs. We're havin' a nice little outdoor picnic, you rarin' to join?" You thanked him and said to give you ten minutes in order to wake up and change.

When you were greeted at the last step of the staircase, Buckman held out his arm and guided you to the large picnic table they had out where they'd throw their barbecues, and he waited till you were seated before you and him shared in a very delicious meal together. You told him to thank Granny Boone for working so hard. "She's always happy to spoil you," Buckman would say. 

Something simplistic as sharing in your favorite meal after a rough day was one of the best feelings, and you were thankful you got to spend it in peace and in the presence of your favorite person.

Inkubus

Being around an incubus of all things was draining in itself since he used a lot of serial energy to feed himself, but on days when you were feeling particularly roughed up, he'd back off and wouldn't suggest feeding from your energy, instead, he kept it simple and used good old fashioned romance to make you swoon.

Considering he'd been around humans and dealt with them for millennia, he knew that nothing cheered people up quite like a good old-fashioned shopping trip. Since he was quite well off financially, although he really had no need for such trivial things, it gave him the opportunity to show you in gifts to help cheer you up. 

You looked at a book through the window and stared at it for more than five seconds. It was yours, now. A cute outfit that made you think you'd look like a million bucks? What size did you want, because you were getting it. You scolded him sometimes for his wasteful spending habits, but he waved you off and just laughed. "If spending money on my favorite human and seeing that very cute smile on your face is wasteful, then I guess I'm the worst ever, aren't I?" 

You couldn't help but feel special after he'd tell you that he loved seeing that smile go from innocent and fun to devilish and sexy, especially if you were to wear a new outfit just for him, and he even urged you to pick out whatever skimpy little outfit you wanted to try, because he'd happily buy it for you. 

It was just in his nature, and no matter how much he tried to keep his hands off of you, it proved to be insanely difficult to do so. So when you were both back in the privacy of your place, Inkubus wouldn't be able to stop himself from dropping to his knees and servicing you right there in the kitchen. He tried his best not to wear you out any further, so he figured the best way to do that was make sure you were relaxed while he did most of the work..

Luckily for you, you didn't mind so much if he were to take care of you like this, and you were thankful he didn't push you to do things you didn't want to do, but you found it rather cute how he could barely keep his hands to himself, even if he promised to behave. It's just how it was being bound to an incubus, after all.

Warden Kane

The Warden knows what it's like to have an awfully stressful day, that's practically an everyday occurrence for him, but that's why he works hard, so you don't have to. When he sees you coming home looking like you hadn't slept in weeks, he almost wanted to call and complain to your job that if they couldn't hire extra help around the place, maybe THEY should step up and do the extra work. He was always aggressive when it came to your job, he knew people were being worn down, he didn't want that for you.

You'd wave him off, telling him that it wasn't that bad and you were just doing the work you were asked to do, but he wasn't having it. An hour or so later, he came back to you with a smug smile on his face and handed you your phone, which you forgot in the kitchen. "What did you do?" You asked suspiciously, to which he only answered with a chuckle.

"I may or may not have landed you a week's paid vacation starting next week", he bragged. You always gave him an exasperated sigh and rolled your eyes, but if anyone could do it, it would be him. So you thanked him and couldn't wait to do absolutely nothing on your newly obtained vacation. He wondered exactly what you'd get up to, and he even went as far as asking if you could both share in at least one of those days. 

"Why don't you take a break, too? You're always working and it's constantly. Take a couple of days with me, please?" You'd bat your eyes and push your lip out into a pout, hoping he'd cave in and take a little break with you. You both worked so hard, you both deserved it. So after some convincing, he finally called into his job and said he'd take several days off, which they didn't have a problem with anyway. 

When the day finally came for you both to have a few days off together, the Warden wasn't exactly good at spoiling anyone, let alone someone he'd been with. Work was always his priority, so when you came into his life, he had to learn by trial and error. So he made sure to tell you he didn't know how to plan anything when it came to having time off, he was only used to a day or so, so you promised you'd help him along the way. 

Dinners, simple movie nights staying inside, and even having fun just taking a drive somewhere to get out of town were what you both partook in. Kane was having the time of his life with you beside him, and he couldn't help but want to plan more vacation times with you. "So uh, would you be mad if I said I could get you a vacation once a month?" He'd ask sweetly. All you could do was laugh. "Don't push your luck TOO far, honey."

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Do-Over-December 4th. Mayor Buckman X AFAB! Reader.

Here we are! The second entry into Do-Over-Decemeber, an event I am doing where I re-work and jazz up my Kinky December fics from back in 2020. This is actually the first and only Mayor Buckman fic I’ve ever written, I should come back to him sometime, revisiting him here was so nice. I hope you all enjoy this fic, it’s deff of the softer variety and I hope it hits.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.4k (Old Length 1.2K.) Warnings. Soft. Sweet. Intimate. 1, Count Em, (One) Unintentional Holes Reference. Pet Names. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Cream Pie. 

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It was terribly, painfully cliché’, something out of a tawdry couple dollar paperback, the kinda that you find abandoned on a sandy beach left behind by some bored housewife who couldn’t be bothered to stuff it back in her bag in between wrangling her kids. 

But how cliché’ was it exactly? 

Let's set the scene and you can judge. 

You were out with Buckman, or as you sometimes affectionately referred to him, Bucky, taking a walk after dinner. 

You were hand in hand, talking casually, a leisurely stroll and so needed. He was always very busy, being mayor of course did come with a lot of responsibility. He took his job very seriously as well, so whenever you did get time just the two of you, uninterrupted, it was lovely.

Or it was until mother nature herself decided to piss on your good time. 

The heavy rain wasn’t anticipated and had surprised you both, the downpour sent you running back to your shared home, still holding each other’s hands, laughing along the way. Once safely inside you weren’t laughing as much anymore, your clothes had soaked through, the sun was down, the chill was setting in leaving you shivering, dripping wet and desperate to warm up.

He closed the front door and was coming forward as he said, “Awe, darlin’ you’re shakin’ like a leaf.”

You nod once, hands rubbing together for warmth as you say, “S’ so cold.”

He was very close to you now, and he reached out, his hands cradled your face, thumbs stroking over your cheeks as he said, “I can fix that.”

And that is how it went. He undressed you so carefully and with a particular reverence that was impossible to ignore, he was not dragging it out necessarily, you were freezing and uncomfortable after all, but he certainly wasn’t rushing either. Peeling pieces of soaked fabric from your shaking form, and you feel yourself wanting to shy away, why was this getting to you so badly? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you like this before, he had, and furthermore in far worse positions than this, but there was something so startlingly intimate about this tonight. 

Maybe the location had something to do with it too? Out in the living room, but again he had you in here before, and in the kitchen and the stables and-well it wasn’t important, but again you had done all manner of filth in all manner of places, why tonight?

Why now?

It flustered you even worse to be in front of him in just your underwear, and you had no idea why, you just felt extremely vulnerable. He took notice, hands on your waist, pausing stripping you as he looked into your eyes, a slight chuckle before asking, “Awfully shy tonight, what’s the matter?”

You laughed a little yourself, hands covering his as you responded, not really sure how to answer, but you force out, "I-uh I don’t know to be honest.”

You decided to try and get over your sudden nerves, you were being ridiculous, you force through and leaned up, kissing him, it starts easy, slow, a soft brush of your lips against his, and he returned it easily. His hands moved, and yours fell away as you allowed them as he pulled the last of your damp clothing from you. He moved away first, seemingly reluctantly, and before you knew it you were wrapped in a soft blanket you weren’t sure how he had gotten, but it felt so nice against your skin that you didn’t think to question it.

You mused that this was so nice that you really didn’t mind getting caught out in the rain. He had gotten the fire in the living room fireplace burning and took care of his own wet clothing, and you were both sitting by the fire to warm up. Large blanket around the two of you, enjoying the comfortable silence and leaning on each other, it felt so right being here with him.

Who initiated it didn’t matter.

A gentle kiss that quickly grew hotter, needier and much more hungry, the intent behind it is obvious. Hands on each other quickly make their own points of contact, your hand on his shoulder to start, and it slid down to his chest and one of his hands at the same time is going down your back to the curve of your ass and on it goes. Both of you are reaching out for more, both desperate for each other, wanting to touch more and more, greedy, and the thought passes through your mind that this might be the best way to warm up. 

That blanket was pulled from around you and laid down, and you fell onto your back, legs and arms open, and soon he was on top of you, his mouth on your neck, kisses littered over your exposed throat and down over your collarbones and shoulders, and you luxuriated in his ample affection along with the satisfied hums he let out.

His hands were on your hips and his mouth had found the space between your breasts and once his fingers had dipped between your thighs you let out a quiet gasp and vocalized your current thought, “You planned this the whole time didn’t you?”

Your breathing had picked up as he touched you, slowly but with even pressure and his mouth paused, looking up at you with that damn smile of his that you are pretty sure made you fall in love with him in the first place as he said, “So what if I did? Ain’tcha warmer now sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes, it’s affectionate, the smile breaks out wider on your face, unable to help it, until his fingers pushed inside of you and that pulled a moan from you. The sharp rise in pleasure made your smile falter, and in turn made his brighter. Again he didn’t rush per se, but he was far too good at getting you riled up, and soon you were practically begging for it and being such an obliging southern gentleman as he was, of course he gave you what you wanted.

You are underneath him, thighs on either side of his hips, your hands on his shoulders as he slid inside of you. 

An arch of your back and a shared moan, you are overtaken with it and God that first moment he is inside was always something special, wasn’t it? It took your breath away for a second before he really started.

It started so quietly, just heavy breathing, light skin on skin, crackling of the fire, but when you adjusted your hips just so to get more friction on your clit, you couldn’t stop yourself from getting louder. Gripping him harder, panting and chanting his name like a prayer, encouraging him and begging that he didn’t stop, and why would he?

This is what he loved, you like this, just totally sweet and needy, all for him.

You looked perfect, sprawled out below him on the blanket, soft light and heat of the fire, moaning and shivering, your walls hugging him deliciously. The sheer sight of you was almost too much, he couldn’t keep looking at you and hold his composure, so he pulled closer, one hand on your waist and the other gripping the blanket by your head. His face was buried in the crook of your neck and fuck, you were so close, and he wasn’t being quiet himself either at this point. He sounded too good, strained and feeling just as good as you were and right in your ear you heard from him, “So beautiful, c’mon I want to feel it-”

And you needed no more encouragement than that as you clung to him, reaching your end with another cry of his name. Dear God what bliss, you felt like absolute perfection wrapped around him and as you were still coming down, aftershocks of your orgasm running through you that you realized he was almost there too. You begged again, still holding so close as you pleaded, “Please-Buck, please!”

Once more obliging as ever he finished as well, he never did anything other than cum inside of you, it was the only option, you never wanted it anywhere else.

It was still for a moment before he pulled out, excess evidence of his pleasure spilling out with him leaving you. It takes time, untangling yourselves to get into a more comfortable position until he laid down beside you. The fire was pretty but after all of that you almost felt too hot, slick with sweat but content, guess his plan might have worked a little too well, but again it all felt so good and right you simply didn’t mind.

You placed a kiss to his cheek and curled up closer despite how hot you felt, you could get up in a minute.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Older!Horror Villains x Younger!Reader || Reactions

Reacting to: Someone at the store thinking that they're your grandparent- rather then your S/O. (Just something funny I was considering for Inkubus but decided to just do for all of them ^^ XD 😅)

Characters Included: The gilfs of the fandom 😅 ? I'm thinking 50 years and above. Captain Spaulding, Drayton Sawyer, Granny Boone, Inkubus, Jedidiah Sawyer, Luda Mae Hewitt, Mayor Buckman, Mental Manny / Manual Dyer, Peepaw Michael Myers, Norman Nordstrom, Otis B. Driftwood, Pamela Voorhees, Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr, Stuart Lloyd, the Taxidermist / Walter Harris and Winslow Foxworth Coltrane.

Warnings: Major age difference, bad language, sexual references, a really awkward misunderstanding...

Captain Spaulding: Spaulding's a pretty good sport about it XD In fact, he kinda enjoys it. Cuz then he gets to rub it in the persons face what a young, hot thing he's got going here with you and what- what did you say you had again?? Nothin'?? Yeahh, that's what I thought. Fuck right off, why dontcha?

Drayton Sawyer: Drayton goes so red and is about to blow his top. He gets enough shit from his brothers over this! He does not need one more moron bothering him about it! Fuck off! *Grabs you by the arm and storms off*

Granny Boone: "... Grandma, huh? Alright then!~ " *Turns to you* "Come here, sweetie, give grandmother a kiss~ " She's about to ruin that guys whole career 😅😅😅

Inkubus: Inkubus is not amused. Grandpa?? Absolutely not, no. He'll correct the person in the most embarrassing way possible.

Jedidiah Sawyer: Jed does not care at all 😅😅 The only person who's opinion matters to him is yours, so who cares if this guy thinks he's your grandpa? Fine then, he's your grandpa. So go and mow the lawn for him while he sits on the porch and has a sweet tea.

Luda Mae Hewitt: She's is gonna tear that guy a new one. Calling her old?? Son of a bitch, where is that persons manners?? She should set her damn sons on him.

Mayor Buckman: Sorry, Buckman cannot answer this question. He's too busy choking.

Mental Manny / Manual Dyer: Manny loves to correct people. He's got the biggest smile on his face as he goes oh you're mistaken- this is my beautiful partner. A little young, sure, but we sure don't mind~ Oh sweetheart, I think we're going be late for our dinner reservations. Shall we?

Peepaw Michael Myers: Like Jed he struggles to give a shit. Who cares??? He knows that he's not your grandfather and you know he's not your grandfather- that's all that matters. He doesn't care... but he does enjoy giving you a big kiss, with tongue, later when the guy sees you both again. He's a gremlin.

Norman Nordstrom: ... what? Norman is pissed at this idea, he hates it. He feels like a digusting predator (*cough* which he is, though not because you like him ^^) and it hits close to home. He's going to need you to set it straight.

Otis B. Driftwood: "... Ha! Okay, pal, check this out." He'll say, then turn around and basically make out with you right there in front of the guy. Otis is not amused at the poor insinuation and takes it out with lewd efficiency.

Pamela Voorhees: Again- not amused. As far as she's concerned, this total stranger has no business making disgusting insinuations about the two of you, anyway. So she'll ruthlessly take them down a notch with her words- and sweet smile.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr: "... you think you're funny? No I ain't their fucken grandpa. Didn't your bitch momma ever teach you to mind your business? Oh don't you worry, I can do it for her." Just- my friend- just keep him from taking out the damn shot gun.

Stuart Lloyd: "... oh... uh... n-no, actually- " Stuart forces himself to stutter through a quick explanation- but he wants to crawl into a whole and die (:

Taxidermist / Walter Harris: Gets the nervous giggles 😅😅😅 Doesn't correct them.

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Annnnd Foxy loves it XD He was already one kinky mother fucker- you can use this as foreplay. Let him smack your ass while they're still looking but call you 'Hon' or 'Sweetie'- he finds it funny and hot in equal measures.

[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

Can you do all the slashers react to their S/O wearing that shiny gloss.

Like here but more!

That's me BTW 😂😊

You’re so prettyyy!💕

And surreee—

I’ll probably forget some, but I’ll try! Sorry that they’re sooo short, not feeling too well🥺

All slashers(and some horror characters) reacting to S/O wearing shiny gloss:

Warnings: I ain’t going to say, read at your own risks

Michael Myer(JC/RZ)

Okay?

He doesn’t care, really. But he’s sure surprised when he sees your lips all glossy—

Jason Voorheese

Ooh! You’re beautiful<3!!

He loves the way your lips shine, it makes them come out more and makes him want to kiss you ❤️

Fredy Krueger

Who are you putting this on for??

He seriously doesn’t mind, but you know that his mind will go everywhere every time he looks at your face;)

Leslie Vernon(NEW!)

That’s cute!

Seriously, he likes it<3

Jack Torrance

S e x y.

Bubba Sawyer

It doesn’t change anything to your beauty❤️

Can he have some?? He’ll give it back later!

Chop Top Sawyer

It’s nice...

Two seconds later he steals it.

Lots of kisses!

Nubbins Sawyer(bc he’s a slasher to me)

He doesn’t know what it is.

Why are your lips shining??????? Please, just tell him it’s something you bought. Or he won’t understand anything.

Thomas Hewitt

He have seen the female victims with some before. He knows little about beauty products, but he still really likes it, it’s cute❤️

ChromeSkull

It’s nice, but you might not keep it very long.

The Collector

Same here. Or he will just not care at all.

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Ah? You put gloss?

He doesn’t really care, even if he makes dirty comments.

Vincent Sinclair

That’s cute :)

He doesn’t mind, but doesn’t sees why you want to put makeup on. It’s not a special day is it??

He’s a little scared to kiss you, because he doesn’t want to ruin your work<3

Bo Sinclair

Dirty comments. All the way.

But he’ll kiss you more, enjoying the small change and teasing you about it

John Kramer

It’s nice! He seriously isn’t one to judge.

Tiffany Valentine

Beautiful.

You’re so cute!! If you want, she can give you some of hers, she got a lot of them.

Lots of kisses<3

Amanda Young

Doesn’t really wear any kind of makeup, but she doesn’t mind, she’ll find you pretty anyway:)

Poly! GhostFace

Always making comments that can turn to be nasty or sweet.

They’d love to ruin your work—

Kisses everywhere.

Norman Bates

He’s flustered, thinking that it might be a special occasion.

Soft kisses💕

Otis Driftwood

Don’t care, but he doesn’t judge.

Might make some comments tho , nasties 👀

And he’ll give you sleepy kisses when you’re cuddling

Captain Spaulding

Aww? Wanna be pretty???

Supports you 100/100 and will make you laugh if you feel any kind of doubts about it ✨

Doom Head

Ah?

You probably put it for nothing because it will be gone 🤷🏻‍♀️ if you know what I mean ;)

Pin Head

Don’t care about your mortal beauty things.

He might not even see a difference.

Mayor Buckman

At first he might not see it, but after he’ll compliment you all day💕

Cuddly kisses and touchy mayor

The Creeper

Cute.

Really cute.

And kisses—

He’ll get possessive❤️

The Lost Boys

They’d probably ruin it.

Kissessss

Hannibal(SOTL/Serie)

He doesn’t mind it, he supports you with whatever you do, but he still finds it nice and like the small change

He’ll give you lots of subtle kisses ^

Herbert West

Doesn’t care. Final.

Candyman

It’s beautiful, but it won’t ever be as beautiful as your natural beauty 💕

Super cheesy and loving all the way

Brahms Heelshire

One word: fascinated. He loves it❤️

You’re so cute! You look like a little doll<3

Might turn nasty if you provoke him—

Pennywise

Doesn’t care. He probably won’t even see it.

If you tell him, he’ll kiss you and lick your lips 😂

Leprechaun

Aww, cute

He’ll make comments, but he doesn’t mind one bit

The Moaner

He’s nasty, probably more than anybody.

He’ll fell really sentimental tho, seeing as you put yourself pretty

Kisses<3

The Man(Hush)

Like most of them, he’ll find it cute ^^

He won’t really say anything, but he’ll joke around and smear your gloss, only to kiss you with a stupid grin on his face

[kringletheelf04]

Detour part two of Lee reader x 2001 maniacs

"Where the fuck are we?! I thought that you were gonna drive all night! Now we'll never make it on time!" Cory shakes me awake.

"Gee sorry dude, ugh! I needed to rest too dumbass. I didn't want to run off the road." I say exasperatedly.

"Where even are we (Y/N)? This doesn't look like the map," Nelson says while checking the gps.

"Oh yeah, the other way was blocked off so I went this way. There's a detour this way though. Goes straight through a little town called pleasant valley. Should make up for the time lost from resting. If anything we can at least get some grub there for the trip. We are running low on food cuz old munch mouth ate all the granola bars," I explained and then glared at Cory in the back seat.

"Well sorry, I didn't know you would have your panties in a twist over some granola bars. Sheesh," Cory sarcastically spouts

I quickly turn around and glare at him as he seems to shrink in place under my gaze.

"Say some smart ass shite like that again and you will be left behind with no head left." I growl out.

"Come on, you know he's stupid, pay no attention to him. Let's go to this 'Pleasant Valley' and get some snacks" Nelson says while patting my shoulder.

"You're right nelson. He's a few cups short of a gallon, he just says the most stupid shit sometimes" I say while driving away.

I put on my country playlist back on and turn it up to drown out Cory's complaining.

We pull up to what seems like a deserted farm town. Not really any sign of life anywhere. We continue to drive and I can't help but feel like we were being watched. We roll to a stop right in front of a giant banner donning the words 'Guts and Glory Jubilee'  

Just then a bunch of people come from almost nowhere yelling excitedly.

A man approaches our car to greet us if seems as the crowd splits in two.

He then throws his hands in the air slightly and says "Welcome to Pleasant Valley!"

He then crouches down to look at us through the window. He then speaks up again, "Well don't be a wet ding-dong fellas. Buckman's the name, Mayor's my game!"

He rounds the car to look at me in the passenger seat. He reaches to shake my hand as he says "Now, why don't you give us a big howdy do?"

He grasps my hand and I hop out of the car.

"(Y/N) Lee, nice to meet you sir!" I greet him with a smile. "My two friends here are—" I start before he cuts me off.

A huge grin splits his face, not unwelcoming in the least.

"Lee, Lee (Y/N)? My, my, my, what a beautiful surname, y'all ain't from the south, now are ya?" He exclaims excitedly, much like a child might meeting his friend after a vacation.

"Born and raised sir, lived in South Carolina till freshman year." I say proudly, chest slightly puffed out.

"Then you crossed over to the side, well we might just save you yet. You see y'all arrived just in time to be our honored guest at the guys and glory jubilee!" He proclaims as he gestures to the banner.

"Had to sir, my mawmaw said I oughta go there to college so I could get my degree. I'm only a couple months away from graduation and after that I'm back to South Carolina for good. Heaven knows if I had it my way I wouldn't have gone to North Carolina state." I tell him.

He looks like he's going to say something but just as he opens his mouth to talk another car pulls up. I turn around and see that it's the same group from the gas station.

"Well, looks like we got another lot of yanks for the jubilee!" He exclaims excitedly like a kid getting a toy while waking up to their car "Why, aren't y'all the most beautiful yanks I've ever did seen?" He says while leaning over into their car.

"What is this? Toon town?" The one guy of their group asks rather rudely.

"Toony town? Why this son, is Pleasant Valley!!  And your just in time for our Jubilee!" Buckman chuckles.

Just then, a motorcycle with two riders pulls up.

Mayor buckman gulps and says "more yanks for the jubilee."

The riders take off their helmets and Buckman goes "and a black and a Chinese to boot.." he gulps.

"That's a Chinese woman." The lady says.

"Boy, and what a woman!" Buckman says and I feel a little sad.

"Well folks, y'all better head on to the hotel! Granny's got rooms made up for y'all there!" Buckman addresses the group.

I hop back into the car and follow Buckman at a slow pace to match the townies. Hopefully this will turn out ok, Mawmaw is waiting for us in Florida. I better call when we get to the hotel...

Part one here

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I do not have a character limit on a request, ask for as many as you want!

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❗️If you could take the smallest break from Hellboy, Abe, & Prince Nuada that would be great. About 75% of my inbox before was only them and like the same request just worded a bit different and it gets tired writing for them sometimes. I’m not saying you can request for them, but just try to see what else I’ve written for them first!

It would mean a lot if you guys actually looked through this and read it. Of course, you can ask whatever you’d like, but maybe just to humor smaller fandoms, request some simple or basic asks for smaller characters, but that’s up to you!

Take your pick! (I’m splitting this into 2 groups: who I’ve written for and who I have not based on category)

Slashers:

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers

Freddy Krueger

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Pinhead

Billy Loomis

Jeepers Creeper

Hannibal

Otis Driftwood

Baby Firefly

Brahms Heelshire

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Harry Warden

Mayor Buckman

Chop Top

Nubbins

Pyramid Head

John Kramer

Amanda Young

Mark Hoffman

Jack Torrance

Norman Bates

Art the Clown

Stu Macher

Doom Head

The Man (Hush)

Carrie White

❗️Small/ unwritten for:

The Chatterer

Will Graham

Alana Bloom

Francis Dolarhyde

Vanita “Stretch” Brock (TCM 2)

Adam Stanheight

Lawrence Gordon

Wendy Torrance

Danny Torrance (Doctor Sleep)

Victoria Heyes (Terrifier)

Sidney Prescott

The Auditor (Hellraiser: Judgement)

John (He’s Out There)

Lizard (The Hills Have Eyes)

Leslie Vernon

Pennywise

Candyman

Herbert West

Tiffany Valentine

The Look-See

Non Slasher:

Hellboy

Abe Sapien

Liz Sherman

Prince Nuada

Princess Nuala

Beetlejuice

Yautja

Pavi Largo

Luigi Largo

Nathan Wallace

Graverobber

Bishop (Aliens)

Eddie Gluskin

Anton Chigurh

❗️Small/ unwritten for:

Johann Krauss

Ben Daimio

Alan “Dutch” Shaefer

Amber Sweet

Blind Mag

Graham Hess (Signs)

Merrill Hess (Signs)

Hexxus

Xenomorph

Ellen Ripley

Nick Jakoby

Richard Trager

Chris Walker

Lucas Baker

Mr. X

Llewelyn Moss

Jareth The Goblin King

Jack Skellington

Arthur Fleck/Joker

Morticia Addams

Gomez Addams

Debbie Jellinsky

Eddie Brock

Venom

Hopper (A Bug’s Life)

Stanley Ipkiss/ The Mask

Dorian Tyrell

❗️TV Shows (All unwritten for/small):

Jason Gideon

Aaron Hotchner

David Rossi

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Jennifer “JJ” Jareau

Penelope Garcia

Emily Prentiss

Holden Ford

Bill Tench

Greg Smith

Wendy Carr

Olivia Benson

Elliot Stabler

Alex Cabot

Casey Novak

Donald Cragen

George Huang

Amanda Rollins

Odafin Tutuola

Dominick Carisi

Rafael Barba

John Munch

Nick Amaro

❗️Anime (Small & Unwritten for)

Jiraiya

❗️No NSFW:

Hopper (A Bug’s Life)

John Kramer

❗️Platonic Only:

Barbara &/or Adam Maitland

Aziraphale &/or Crowley

Lydia Deetz

Shile Wallace

It would be appreciated if you took a look at what characters also don’t have much written for or have nothing at all, I’ve added these guys for you to enjoy, so give them love!

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Who dot you write for

I write for the following slashers:

Michael Myers

Ghostface [Billy & Stu, especially when it's poly x reader ]

Chucky and Tiff [ Together or separate, though like above I like doing poly x reader relationship ; I also like writing them in human bodies so before they're transform into dolls or afterwards when they get new bodies to transfer into ]

Thomas Hewitt

Mayor Buckman why isn't there more gifs for him?

Otis Driftwood & Baby Firefly

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Krueger

Damien Thorn [ Teen since I haven't watched the movie when he's an adult but I can try writing for older him anyways ] also no gifs of him??

Haven't decided but most likely add characters from children of the corn like issac and malachai idek no gif of these two together

Etc. [ I mostly seen a lot of horror movies though the only one's I don't write for yet is Bubba or Billy Lenz unless you count the remake idk or Norman I saw only the tv show so far I'm sorry but I think I watch the movie once as a kid but I have to refresh my memory because I remember knowing but that shower scene tbh

I have a lot of horror movies I still have to watched so if you have any suggestions please let me know

I mostly saw all the classic horror movies like Jason and Michael and Freddy and they always been my favorites and over the years I got more slashers to obsessed over and here we are

I also write for non slashers such as:

Severus Snape [ Teen or Adult ]

Loki

Negan

Wednesday Addams Melissa Hunter is the only one I see as older Wednesday and no one can convince me otherwise

Michael Langdon

Joker [ Heath Ledger’s Joker only ]

Crowley [supernatural]

Lucifer [also supernatural]

I cannot think of anyone else but this is this is what I have so far

[ also won’t let me add more gifs oop — ]

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Characters and Request Info

Please Specify in your request for characters that are also in Dead By Daylight if you want your request to take place in that universe

All characters are aged up to 18 in my writing if they were not already

Only 5 characters per ask please

Italicized characters are favorites of mine, requests for them are especially welcome

Slashers

Bubba Sawyer

Michael Myers

Freddy Krueger (Original and New Nightmare, specify for New Nightmare)

Brahms Heelshire

Amanda Young

Carrie White (1976)

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

The Collector

Billy Lenz (1974)

Pennywise (2017)

Conner Rijkers

Jen Rijkers

Harper Alexander

Mayor Buckman

Final Girls/Boys

Nancy Thompson

Quentin Smith

Sydney Prescott

Ash Williams

Dead By Daylight Killers

The Huntress

The Doctor

The Ghost Face

The Legion (all members, make sure to specify)

Dead by Daylight Survivors

Nea Karlsson

Jeff Johansen

Meg Thomas

Kate Denson

Creepypasta/Slenderverse/SCP

Jeff the Killer

Slenderman

Masky

Jane the Killer

Smile Dog

Eyeless Jack

SCP-1471

Other Characters

Sans (Undertale)

Undyne (Undertale)

Mettaton (Undertale)

Burgerpants (Undertale)

Grillby (Undertale)

Cecil Palmer (Welcome to Nightvale)

Kevin (Welcome to Nightvale)

Diego Strex (Welcome to Nightvale Fannon)

Kyo Usui (Black Bird)

Sho Usui (Black Bird)

Shuhei Kuzunoha (Black Bird)

Zenki (Black Bird)

Kensuke Dodoji (Black Bird)

Buzen (Black Bird)

Jason Dean (Heathers)

Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Tate Langdon (American Horror Story)

Misty Day (American Horror Story)

Grell Sutcliff (Black Butler)

Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler)

GraveRobber (Repo!)

Pavi Largo (Repo!)

Amber Sweet (Repo!)

Light Yagami (Death Note)

L (Death Note)

Misa Amane (Death Note)

Donnie Darko (Donnie Darko)

ZiM (Invader ZiM)

Tak (Invader ZiM)

Adult!Dib Membrane (Invader ZiM)

Adult!Gaz Membrane (Invader ZiM)

Johnny C. (JtHM)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

What I'll write

Headcanons

Ficlets/Imagines

Oneshots

Polyamory

I'll do SFW and NSFW (tagged with n/sfw)

I'll write most kinks (I won’t write scat or watersports)

I’ll write gore, torture, cannibalism, and necrophilia all will be tagged accordingly 

I will write dubcon and it will be tagged as d/ubcon.

I will not write

P*dophilia 

Incest

Stuff related to maternity and parenting (I'm one of the youngest in my family and have chosen to be child free so I just can't do it justice)

Probably not willing to write about self harm except for recovery but that depends on the request, feel free to send it my way.

Character X Character ( I only write X Readers or general headcanons, with the exception of poly stuff)

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Horror Villains x Fem!Reader || Excerpts

Plot: Receiving a message from him specially for you.

Includes: Erik Destler, Inkubus, Jim Bickerman, Mayor Buckman and Stuart Lloyd. Obligatory pattern?? What pattern?

Warnings: Inkubus' is kindof sinister but what for you expect (side note- any guesses to whats inside the box? XD ) and Stuart's, reader is in university (I'm thinking around the 25 mark though). Also I wrote these in the notes app on my phone so I'm sorry if their are typos 😅

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @thecourtofgraywaves , and @your-mxnd-is-mxne .

Erik Destler

You felt the note be tucked into the palm of your hand when everyone was panicking because the lights switched off suddenly (of course, you had an inkling who was behind that fiasco immediately. Everyone did) and everyone was plunged into darkness. You breath had hitched, but then the lights turned on and there was no one next you- just your friends asking if you were okay and saying that it was the phantom.

You kept the piece of parchment in your fist hidden until you were able to slip away, say you needed some fresh air, and step out of the theatre to stand under a street light and open Erik's note for you; doing your best to flatten out the paper from its squished state with your hands.

His scrawl is a little smudged, and two of the corners are burnt, but you manage to make out his words. He's got lovely handwriting you think, a giddy smile twinging at your mouth.

_____

My dear,

After the show is over, I wish for you to meet me in my quarters.

There will be candles lit to lead you there, you only need to slip away from your frivolous companions and sneak down into the depths of the Opera house, if you're brave enough. I'm tired of the cat and mouse game you've been playing with me. Every flirtatious wink and pretty smile you send to my loge, every flash of your skin when you know I'm hidden there in your dressing room, every kind word you speak of me when others curse me... If your efforts are coming from a genuine desire to meet, I'll be waiting tonight. If not, I'll desist my watching. My listening. My attention.

That's my promise, and my offer- please consider it.

I hope to see you later, tonight. Enjoy the show.

- The Phantom

_____

A broader grin spreads across your lips as you finish the note and flick through it again, the important bits (the fact that he noticed your attempts to garner his attention at all, his offer, his hope). You've always been intrigued by the Palais de Garnier, and especially by its phantom~ There was truly something irresistibly fascinating about it- almost sexy. You can feel the excitement literally fluttering inside you like the wings of butterflies as you go back into the theatre and eagerly away the end of the show.

Inkubus

When you got home and pressed messages on your answering machine and heard that voice, you remember it clearly because it was so distinctive, and ardent, and sure, and so thick with something equally threatening, and... licentious, you immediately felt your blood run cold. The man at the busy coffee shop. Who sat with you at your table when their were no seats left and smelled like blood and looked at you like prey.

You didn't give him your phone number. You didn't even give him your name.

"Y/N... if you thought you would just brush me off and forget me like a random passerby, a footnote in your little life, you were mistaken. I told you, I have a few tricks up my sleeve~ "

You click to the next message numbly.

"In case you haven't deduced already, I also know where you live. And in case you think that I'm bluffing," the sound of a dark, soft chuckle revibrates from the speaker. "I left a small gift for you in your lovely bedroom. I'll give you a moment to go have a look."

Without a thought, you drop your bag and rush to your room after the click, stopping when you get there and cautiously pushing open the door. There you find a small box left in the mess of pillows and unmade blankets that is your bed that definitely wasn't there when you left in the morning, placed perfectly in the middle atop the covers, which you pick up carefully in one hand and take with you back to your answering machine; assessing it warily while you walk. It's wood but painted a terrible charcoal black, the paint coming off like soot on your fingers, and theirs a lock. You try to lift the lid, but without a key you won't be able to open it.

You press next on your answering machine, once again; eyes on the box.

"You'll get the key to what's inside next time we meet- and I promise, we will.

Y/N you have my full attention, and when I want something I generally get it. This is but a warning- by the months end, you'll want me just as deeply as I want you."

Jim Bickerman

He doesn't own a phone (he used to, but the telemarketers drove him up a wall and the old flip phone ended up in a lake somewhere) so when you get to his place, using the spare key tucked away under a little daffy duck figure on the porch, you see a tape recorder with a note taped to the front on the kitchen bench. "Hm," You hum, leaning your forearms on the bench and carefully unrolling the tape off the little beat-up machine and the note that says 'Read me' in thick permanent marker scrawl. Throwing away the tape, you press play and leave the tape recorder on the bench as you open up the freezer and pull out a pack of frozen potato gems. As you practically live here, even when Jim's not there too, you feel perfectly comfortable making yourself up and after work snack.

"Hey there, pumpkin. I'm off on a spontaneous job, got approached by a fella at the bar wantin' a couple protected deer off his property in Massachusetts. So I'll be off for about a week. Wish me luck I dont get in some trouble with fish and wildlife, eh?... " Sighing, you kneel by the oven and preheat according to the instructions on the bag. A week?? Crazy old man doesn't even have an email to contact him at! "but hey, pay-out promises to be good, the kid's got that new money look in his eye, so if all goes well when I get back I'll take ya out somewhere without a funky smell hm? You can wear something real pretty, and I'll pay. Course, you know the dress I like best." A grin quirks at the corners of your mouth, shaking your head. You do, you got it while shopping with him one day. "House-sit for me while I'm gone, won't ya?" Is that even a question?? He knows you love this place, it's off the beaten track and the lake's a quick walk from here. Not the lake he grew up next to, thank goodness; a really pretty one you love to read by while he fishes. Or just sit next to alone. "I tried to tidy up a bit but as we speak I'm in a rush, here. There's chocolate in the fridge and it's all yours. I'll miss ya, pumpkin, love ya. See you in a week."

After putting the potato gems away in the freezer to wait for the oven to preheat you pick up the tape recorder and take it with you to the livingroom, opening up a window to let in the fresh woodsy air before getting comfy on the couch and rewinding the tape.

Mayor Buckman

The note with your name on it folded neatly and left on your make up table beside a perfect sunflower when you got to your dressingroom after a show wasn't a surprise. There was always a note. Buckman never missed an opportunity to remind you that you're on his mind.

Pulling one side of your shawl over one of your bare shoulders, you take a seat in your dressing room chair with all other beautiful shawls and dresses and skirts of myriad materials and styles and colours strewn and hanging over the back, fold on leg over the other and lift up the flower, first; smiling and holding it delicately to your nose, feeling the soft petals on your cheeks.

You're approached plenty gentlemen in your line of work, being an actress on the stage. They find you beautiful, they love your voice, they think you're sweet. They want to add you to their collection of lovely things they've touched, or had.

But none of them were like Buckman, which is why you chose him.

He didn't look at you like you were a thing to have had. Not something to charm once and then never put anymore effort into; he always looks at you the same way with the same cheer and interest. He genuinely likes you, he likes talking to you, and he continues to prove it.

Next you pick up the note and flick it open for to read it slowly, feeling your heart flutter in your chest like no man's ever did before him- or ever have since.

_____

Steller performance as always sweetheart! Lord, I had the worst, most obnoxious boy next to me talking all the way through the show but I swear- I barely heard a word he said when you were on stage. How on earth could a fella notice anything else?

You were just magical, darling.

Anyway, I got a couple of boring mayor things to do get done quickly now while everyone's still milling about the theatre, I just wanted to tell you privately how amazing you were, in case none of the other idiots around here convinced you. I'll see ya at home later tonight. I'll make you something tasty for dinner. I love you.

- George

_____

Taking a deep breath, pause for a moment. You try to retain your graceful, sober togetherness because you're acclaimed actor and you don't get worked up over a silly man's sweet words... and fail; using the note and cover your goofy grin and closing your eyes shut, shaking your head.

Stuart Lloyd:

Finally at the bus stop, you open your phone for the first time and check notifications after a long, long day of work. God, that cinema is driving you up a wall. You can't wait to get that Masters, get a good job and get the hell out. 2 months to go.

Noticing an audio message amongst all the school emails, personal emails, and tumblr notifications, you think how odd that is- who leaves phone messages? Why wouldn't they just text you? A gentle humorous grin spreads across your mouth when you realise that it's from Stuart.

Of course, you think. Stuart's not terrible with technology, not at all, but it still just seems very him to leave a voice message rather then type out a text to you. He would never use emojis, either, you think. He's more likely to spend an hour composing you a short poem then quickly tap a small 'dimwitted' image to express his feelings.

After pressing play, you hold your phone to your ear and look out for the bus; blowing air out of your cheeks in exhaustion.

"Hello, uh, Y/N. I hope you're well, and um... you don't mind, that I uh- that I found your phone number in the employee files. I was unsure how to reach you, and I wasn't sure that our shifts were going to match up at all before um... before you left." You should mind, you think, but you don't. Stuart is always overstepping boundaries in that odd half nervous half holier then thou way and yet you... never mind. It's hysterical and you like him. "Um- for a better job I mean. I remember you saying you were going to leave, because well- because your course is ending, right? Congratulations, by the way. I don't think I said that. You must be... you must be very proud. Um- anyway- the reason for my calling, yes. I- " abruptly the tone beeps and Stuart's voice clips away, having taken way too long and been cut off. Pouting, you take your phone away from your ear and look for another message- and there is.

"Thank goodness, Stuart." Pressing the phone once again to your ear with an exasperated, fond grin, you shake your head. "Good grief."

"Right, um, I was too slow. My bad. What I was saying is I... I was wondering, if b-before you leave and I... miss my chance, if you wanted... " He clears his throat, and you start to feel anxious, heartbeat getting faster in your chest. You chew on the inside of your cheek. Where is he going with this? Why does he sound so nervous? "If you wished to a- accompany me on a... a date? I- look, I'm sorry if you feel that this is coming out of left field but I have not met a more pleasant person to be around for a long time, and I- " Stuart's voice clicks away from you again and you curse, quickly pressing the next audio message. There is 1 more message after this.

"It happened again. I apologise. What I'm saying is I appreciate you. And I'm not looking forward to working without you again in 2 months. And you're a- a very pretty young woman. If this comes off as... creepy... due- due to my age, or something, I apologise. I only thought that I would- that I should, give it a try. Thank you."

You start the final message.

"Oh!! I'll be working the next couple of days eight am to four pm- In case you wish to call me back whilst I'm available. Or not. Um, yes that's all. Have a lovely evening."

... for a few moments you remain holding the phone to your ear, head just rolling.

You never thought about Stuart romantically until this moment, he made your insides flutter but you never dared to go there. You pushed it down, you put the butterflies away in a box as best you could. But now they're out again and the fluttering is hard to ignore.

Before you can think anymore, you're calling him back.

"Yes? Hello?"

"Where do you wanna take me on our date?"

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Horror Villains x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: Types of Kisses. Just a quick something to balance out my personal bullshit posts and actual content ratio 😅

Characters Included: Dr Andover, Erik Destler, Freddy Krueger, Inkubus, Jim Bickerman, Mayor Buckman and Stuart Lloyd. Once again, if you see a pattern... no you don't.

Warnings: Kissing

~

Dr Andover:

Cheek kisses that tell you no, he hasn't forgotten about you and you're still on his mind, he's just busy ^^

Erik Destler:

Selfish kisses; All about what he can steal from you before you come to your senses and realise he's just a freak, and leave him. Maybe he tries to be gentle with you but it usually ends up with your neck craned back and your mouth smothered with his and probably his hand around your neck. Possibly a muttering of the word 'stay' in a pleading tone if he gets too carried away with it.

Freddy Krueger:

There's a... loootta tongue involved here. Yeah. Okay so: kisses where he takes full advantage of someone willingly allowing him to kiss them. Like, holding-your-jaw-still, tongue-down-your-throat, take-a-breath-when-you-can kinda kisses.

Inkubus:

The kind of magical supernatural kiss that makes you feel tingly all the way from the tips of your ears to your toes. The kinda kisses that make you feel special and important, like a heroine in a book.

I don't know if this is pure skill, practise, or what- but it sure is not god given talent. Nothing about that man is god given.

Jim Bickerman:

Enthusiastic, handsy kisses where he's excited to have managed to win a hot piece of ass like you and just can't possibly keep his damn hands (/hook) to himself with you.

Mayor Buckman:

Big dramatic cartoon kisses that leave you love-drunk and heart-eyed. This man will take you in front of the whole town and dip you if he gets excited enough.

Stuart Lloyd:

Surprise kisses where he's innerly pumping himself up to actually do it for a few minutes, while you have no idea, then he actually finally does it and you savour it because it doesn't happen all that often ^^

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Mayor Buckman x DeadWife!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Buckman gets a visit from his sweet 💛 dead 💛 wife 💛.

Warnings: Death, talk of legal age difference. Unedited because it is 4 in the morningggg.

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball and @slxsherwriter.

She was young when they married, he was almost 30 and she was just 19. When she died she was still too young, only in her own 30's. She'll always be too young.

She's too young now in fact, sitting on the edge of his bed as he wakes up from a heavy deep sleep, looking just like the she did the last time he saw her happy- before she got sick; golden on the inside, and ridiculously kind with that sweet smile on her face that always melted him.

Vaguely Buckman recognises that you shouldn't be here at all, that you're deader even then him, but he can't find it in himself to care. Not with you holding his hand in your lap again and your soft voice in his ears again. He just doesn't care.

"Hey, there, darlin'," You whisper in a voice so much quieter, so much softer then it ever had been before; gentle eyes clear of the tired fog though that had filled them all your last weeks. That took you away. "... How are you?"

"I- " How does he respond? God, he doesn't want to be a sad sack for their reunion, but he sure can't lie... not to the ghost of his wife! That could be bad, conscience-wise. "Well, uh... I'm afraid I've been thinkin', lately, sweetheart."

"Thats dangerous." You tease, your smirk as gentle as your pretty eyes. When he opens his mouth to rebound with his own remark, you giggle quietly and shake your head. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Well, um," Suddenly he moves carefully to sit up against the headboard. He feels like he should be semi-straight up to tell you this; to have this conversation with his wife. Though, you'd think if you were watching over him and the boy's then you would already know- wouldn't you?? "I, uh... n- no way to pussy foot around this one really. I, uh- well doya remember Boone?"

Recognition flickers across your face, like 'oh' and you nod. "Yeah, I like her."

"I do too, sweetheart. Um, and the thing is,... we- we're uh... we've been... she- I- " Never in his life has Buckman struggled so badly with his words. Good God. How hard is it to say he had fallen for the crazy old bitch!?-

"... I know, George." You assure him, a little amused tone in your ghostly soft voice. "We know all sorts of things, over here. We get all the news- sometimes before you do."

"You- what??" Buckman looks exasperated and baffled at you. You kill him, even decades after you're supposed to be gone. Decades after he's supposed to be gone.

Giving a dainty shrug, the movement too perfectly smooth for it to have been made be a human, you grin. "I was waiting to see if you'd be able to say it to me."

"Well, heck- I tried!"

"Yes you did. Very noble, George." He can hear the eye roll in your tone, but let's it go.

For a few moments the two of you are silent together. He feels anxiety boiling in him, but you look calm as bath water as you gaze around the room; your old bedroom. You look serene. "... So,... What do you think? Huh?"

Your gaze flickers back to him, and you give another shrug. "... you're happy?"

"... yeah, darlin'," He tells you, all gentle.

A smile spreads across your face, and you nod. "Then I'm happy."

"... really?? No sorry- I mean- you're not jealous at all?"

Here was his wife, his person. Who he was so lucky to meet, who he was so lucky to get permission to ask to keep. Who he was so lucky to have liked him back; his best friend. The mother of his children. And she was telling him that she's just... fine... with him moving on with someone else?

-Really??

Something about that jostles him. For weeks he's been agonising over this, wondering how you would react, if you would hate him for 'forgetting' you (though fuck knows, he couldn't do that even if he tried, which he would never). But you're... fine??

He's relieved, but he's also shocked. He doesn't think he could be that big if he was in her shoes.

"George... " Your voice is really as gentle as a feather right now, and he feels comforted every time you speak. Perks to being a ghost and not whatever mockery of one that he is, he guesses. "... I loved you, and I will love you in some way forever. And I know you loved me, I know. And I'm glad you were my husband. But if we're honest with each other if we lived in this modern time, we never would have even looked at each other that way. If we had the chances that people do now, if we knew the things they do, I would've found someone... my age, at the very least." You tell him, only half teasing. "And you might’ve been with Boone from the start, because come on let's be serious. We never made half the sense that you two do."

It's hard to hear, and there's a sad look on your pretty face, and he wants to gather you up and hold you tight and assure you that in a hundred lifetimes he would do the same thing by you- but he's afraid if he moves then you'll evaporate like smoke. And he can't be sure of the sentiment, as deeply as he might want to be.

With careful fingers though, you reach over and graze your fingertips over a cheek bone just like you used to; When you were both alive. You look overwhelmingly sad, then. "... you have other things to atone for, anyway... " The softness in your voice doesn't go away but a darkness descends over the room; a coldness. And- is that thunder tolling over head all of a sudden?? What on gods green earth!?-

"Huh??"

"You're gonna have to think harder if you want peace. And not, about me."

"W- wait but- Hold on, what do I gotta atone for?? Y/N- " You're beginning to fade and turn translucent, and Buckman feels a sharp fear at losing you again. "Wait, wait!- "

"Before I go- how're the boys?" Surely you already know!- But-

"They're dumbasses- I mean they're good- wait." He reaches out away from your hands and your lap where he hasn't dared to lift his hand from this entire talk, and tries to grab you. But his hand goes right through. "Wait wait, sweetheart hold on a second- How's Scarlet???"

You give a final smile. "She's wantin' her daddy to come join us. So remember what I said." Then you disappear like dust in wind, leaving only an indiscernible weight in Buckman's chest and the memory of your face and your voice clearer in his head then ever for the first time in a long time.

You forgave him... but what the hell was that last bit??

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Mayor Buckman x Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: You have a little crush on the mayor, so you let him teach you how to ride horseback 🐴🐴🐴.

Warnings: Ehhh, unedited.

Tagging: @marinerainbow and @masqueradeball . Yes an Englund character that is not Jim or Inkubus!, here we goooo. ^^

When you learnt, while you were 'gathering intel' about him (Just chatting with him), that Mayor Buckman preferred to ride horseback then to sit in the back of a carriage, your first thought was to how much a him thing, that seemed to you. Old fashioned and hands on- and you were sure that he had been a cowboy or a ranger in another life so this was perfect.

Then, secondly you realised- that you could use this.

And oh, he was so easy to convince to spend a day with you (Or maybe more if you're really hopeless. Really lucky, more like), teaching you how to ride. You were hopeless at it, after all- which wasn't all-together a lie (you truly hadn't ridden since you were a child and your father took you out for the day. Honest-to-god, you hadn't even touched a horse since then) but it didn't hurt that you bat your eyelashes at him and pleaded your ineptitude a little bit. The Mayor's ego got inflated as expected and he was more then happy to set up a time and a place to meet with you the next day, excited to flex a skill he enjoyed and telling you to dress comfy- you don't wanna get a rash. The rubbin' can be hell, trust me.

For a moment you weren't sure if you were allowed to laugh at that, after all most men think a woman who laughs at dirty jokes is untoward- and did he really mean for it to sound the way it did??- but he seemed to wait a moment for you to 'catch up', an intrigued grin on his face, so you cracked a grin and that earned you a shoulder squeeze that gave you butterflies before he bid you goodbye. For the rest of your day all you could think was God, you liked him.

~

The next day, Buckman met you in the centre of town looking pleased as punch to see you and offered you his arm. You would walk to the stables together from there, and while you strolled together you got a chance to get a look at what he was wearing. And you were confused.

"I thought we were supposed to dress sensible, Mr Mayor??" You ask, fingers slipping into the nook of his arm.

He was just wearing his usual yellow and green clothes, just with the new addition of a cattleman hat to protect him from the sun (Perpetuating your belief that he's a cowboy in some universe somewhere), which seem heavy and restrictive to you for an activity such as horse riding. Was he?.. not?... going to ride?... Shrugging his broad shoulders, Buckman flashes you a charismatic grin. "Aw, it doesn't bother me none anymore! I could ride in anything, I was only worried about you- those dresses a yer's sure are becoming," Here he pats your hand peering out from the crook of his arm and your heart damn near flies up into your throat. "-but I don't think you'd have a good time on the back of a horse wearin' them. Which reminds me- " He turns his head fully to you, your faces closer then every before due to your linked arms. His one-good-eye flickers so obviously up and down your body, and yet- you don't feel uncomfortable. "You look absolutely lovely today, too. Its not often ya see a girl in pants- but I'm sure you know ya make 'em look better then any man."

... You swear. If this man truly does not know what he is doing to you then he is the densest son of a- "... sure, of course I know. "You shrug, a playful smirk playing at your lips despite the hurricane of butterflies raging around inside you at his words. "But it doesn't hurt to hear it."

"Well- I'm happy to take the responsibility." He winks.

~

"Alright, now- I gotcha some stairs so you can get up on Annabelle here nice and easy, how's that sound?"

"Very thoughtful." That was a concern of yours- how you might look struggling to push yourself up onto the horse today. Of course, you imagined that Buckman may have to put his hands on your waist in order to help you, which wouldn't be such a bad thing- but this is better. With the little stairs by Annabelle the sweet saddle horse, you don't make a fool of yourself at all! Which is definitely preferable.

Besides, he still holds you hand as you step up. He doesn't let go a few moments after he needn't have been touching you anymore, also, and that makes you grin to yourself as you take up the reigns.

"I thought so. Now!" Buckman gives a clap of his hands, as if to say lets get to it. You take in a deep breath, tightening your grip on the reigns. Here we go... "Annabelle here is one of our nicest beasts, real friendly. Mostly wants t' spend her days grazin- not a big racer. So I thought she might be perfect for you today, hm? Don't be afraid to pull on those reigns though darlin; if she decides to stop and have a munch; you ain't gonna hurt her I promise."

"Mhmm... " You hum, leaning carefully over Annabelle's beautiful, thick auburn neck to give her a pet. Oh, she's so lovely! "Still seems rude... how old is she?"

"Hmm," Buckman screws up his nose in thought and lord you cant help but think he is equally as lovely. "I think Bella has gotta have been with us for uh... maybe around 25-30 years?"

"And what's the lifespan for a sweet thing like her?"

"Probably about 35 years, I think. Whydoya ask, darlin'?"

"Well then I think she's earned some grazin' time, dontcha think? Pretty girl's on the homerun, and this grass looks delicious." Eyes shifting from Annabelle's pointed ear and her big eye and her long, long eyelashes to Buckman; you straighten up again and flash a grin. "I guess if she stops to take a munch, we'll just have to stop too and entertain eachother!.. Can ya handle that, sir?"

Theirs a mischievous twinkle in his eye and a grin slips across his ridiculously handsome features and you feel its a good thing you're on a horse- otherwise you might've lost feeling in your knees seeing it. "Oh I sure can, don't you worry."

~

Your interactions with the mayor went on much like that for the rest of the day; you would make a hint towards this being a little more then a riding lesson and he would give you that grin and agree- but nothing was every actually said. No admittance was uttered, by either of you. He was being frustratingly opaque and keeping his thoughts on you to himself.

You were being driven mad. The day was lovely, and you felt butterflies basically the whole time (Especially whenever he would touch you- which he seemed to take every opportunity to do. Reaching over from his horse to balance you on yours or help you lead Annabelle in a certain direction, guiding your hands to hold the reigns properly, and giving you those good job shoulder squeezes. Those even turned into hand squeezes the later in the day that it became and the bolder he became)- but you were being driven mad, all the same.

When finally it was time to get off of the horses, Buckman jumped off of his - Thomas, - first and quickly tied him up while keeping up conversation with you. Then he tied up Annabelle and then rounded the horse to where your legs were hanging.

He looked up at you and held out arms. "Well? Come on, off ya hop. Lets go. I'm gonna buy ya dinner, for doin' so well today."

Ordinarily you would be thrilled that he wants to take you to dinner now, but- is he suggesting you literally jump off?? A 14-15 hand-tall horse?? "You want me to- what about the steps??"

He shrugs, and you can tell he's enjoying this- there's an evil twinkle in his eye now. Almost a matching smirk on his mouth, too. "Dunno where they went. C'mon, I promise you'll be fine."

"I'm gonna break my legs springing from a horse like this." You exclaim incredulously, trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness. "You sur, are gonna get my legs broken." All day he's been messing with you like you're a fun toy and and now he's going to get you broken.

This man!! He's so lucky he's cute.

"I'm not tellin' ya to spring off the horse, darlin'. No, no, no... Slide, like a banister."

"A living, banister."

"Exactly. C'mon- I promise, ya wont be hurt."

He is not budging. Oh lord- he's serious.

Chewing on your bottom lip, hands on the saddle on either side of you, you peer down at how far away the ground is and analyse the distance. The chances that you'll misstep and twist your ankle. How you can use this man to break your fall-

Finally after a few moments, and a reassuring look from Buckman, you take a deep breath and release your bottom lip- you don't want to accidentally bite it off when you land. "Alright... but if I trip, I'm taking you down with me. I don't care if you are the Mayor."

"Of course. Wouldn't think any less of ya."

Giving a little, concerned whimper, you carefully pushing yourself off the side of Annabelle. The fall is swift and before you even land, he's caught you; hands on your waist and easing you carefully the rest of the way to the ground so your feet make contact with the dirt softly. Huffing from the short exhilaration of that experience, you drop your hands on his shoulders and, after momentarily gathering yourself, give him a half-amused, half-perturbed look. "... well, thank you."

Under the shade of his cattleman you can see his face clearly despite the glare of the late-day sun, and the 'innocent' look he has pasted there. He gives a shrug and a sigh, and doesn't move his hands off your waist. "Oh, I wouldn't let a lady like yourself get hurt Y/N, come on now. Gimmie some credit, here."

Rolling your eyes, you don't move to step away from him at all either, like you maybe should have. If you were a respectable lady. Standing this close to a man might get you pregnant, after all- depending on the man- "Hm. You're right, I-... " Realising that this is the perfect moment, alone and relaxed, you stop talking. Should you?... should you ask?... "Buckman?" You ask, looking down and chewing on the inside of your cheek.

"Darlin, you can call me George."

"Alright, George... " You take a deep breath, and drag your bottom lip through your teeth before looking up at straight at him; tilting your head to the side. "... look, are you ever going to admit you like me?" Immediately he opens his mouth, but you hold up a finger to stop him. "As more, then a friend."

... for a few moments then he doesn't say anything. And you think for a split second that he's still not going to admit it, and you're wondering why the hell- When a grin spreads across his face.

"Well, I was plannin' to see if you'd like me to court ya at dinner tonight, but- I suppose this moment's as good as any."

"You- what??" Immediately your eyes fall open wide. He was what?? He was going to- He had plans??

"Should I take this as a yes, then, sweetheart?? Hm?... "

"I-... I... " You cant believe it. Yes, he should, but- words. God, words!! They're gone-

Suddenly your close proximity is more comfortable then before, Buckman - George!! - letting go of your waist in order to touch your face, instead. Curling most of his fingers back behind your neck but touching his thumbs to your cheeks; holding you close to him so the brim of that cattleman nearly brushes your forehead. "You are adorable, sweet pea. You take your time takin' this in; I can wait. I'll be right here. But remember," he takes on of his hands off your skin, in order to boop your nose, and winks. "Granny's place closes in a couple a' hours, hm? So if you're hungry... yamight wanna think fast."

Your lips part, still racking your brain for the right words to top him after this- but coming up empty. "... for gods sake." Giving up on words, finally, you take his wrists in your hands and get up on your tip-toes; closing your eyes and kissing him for the first time.

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I am soooo curious about Fairytale Princess AU, please tell me more!!

OOh, hey Otis Simp Friend! XD Thank you for asking about this one! ^^ This one is actually all planned out, I just have to get Miss Motivation working 😅 XD

ALRIGHT SO- its a THICK hc list for each of the following concepts (Different odd twists to the fairytales) re-telling each twisted story 😈

Bubba Sawyer x Reader as... Beauty and The Beast. What if the Beast was a cannibalistic, chainsaw wielding, skin mask wearing murderer? Could you still fall in love with him?

Chucky Lee Ray x Reader as... The Princess and the Frog. What if the princess had decided to practise on a doll first before kissing the frog? And that doll turned human?

Ghostface x Reader as... Rumpelstiltskin, with horror movie trivia instead of his name and your life on the line instead of your first born.

Freddy Krueger x Reader as... Sleeping Beauty of course XD What if the princess met another man in her dreams? And it was his terrible kiss that woke her up?

Jason Voorhees x Reader as... The Little Mermaid- except the ocean is actually a murky lake and the mermaid is perfectly happy there with the scary land-dweller that comes to visit all the time?

Mayor Buckman (And the rest of Pleasant Valley) x Reader as... Goldie Locks and the 3 Bears. Only Goldilocks is a disgraced single mother with nowhere to go but this supposedly abandoned old ghost town... and the 3 bears are a hoard of cannibalistic, confederate ghosts.

Michael Myers x Reader... as Cinderella. What if Cinderella's Wicked Stepmother and Ugly Stepsisters were killed by a knife-wielding home invader that watched her grow up in the Sanitorium across the road?

I just thought it would be really colourful, and fun! And some of these just clicked together too perfectly XD

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This rose thing is fun XD if I actually had WIP's I'd try doing them too (unless... Can the WIP's inside my brain count?)

But either way. We got Disney; would like some horror 🌹🌹🌹?

It is fun!! ^^ And sureeee!! I would definitely send in some roses!

Yayyy, horror! And since its you, I can do lesser known characters XD This one is a Harper Alexander x Reader x Mayor Buckman; Basically what happens in it is Y/N is very uncomfortable in fine dining situations (A.K.A me)... so Buckman uses that to put you in a date simulation with him (Saying that he's just teaching you!! He's just a lovely friend!!, no? No), and then Harper decides to try and manipulate it to work for him, hostile takeover-style- by playing the waiter in this simulation and ruining the atmosphere for Buckman while simultaneously charming you XD

~

As soon as those words slip from his lips, an abrupt giggle escapes you and your eyes light up, twisting in your seat to see him better. “Harper!… how’d he rope you into doing this?”

“Uh, he volunteered,” George intervenes, the slightest bit stern (Or maybe suspicious?), “And everyone else was,” He makes air quotes with his fingers, on either side of his head. “‘busy’.”

“No need to thank me, sir.” Harper smirks, quickly returning his attention back down to you. “I’m here to help.”

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Masterlist: Mayor Buckman

🔞 = Smut || 🔂 = Poly || * = Requested

---&lt;- 🥀🥀🥀 ->---

Blurbs: How Self Conscious are they in Order of Most to Least.

Blurbs: Most Delusional Yandere's to Least.

Blurbs: Most Possessive to Least.

Blurbs: Period Sex 🔞.

Blurbs: Shovel Talk.

Blurbs: S/O thinks they Smile 'Too Much'.

Blurbs: Unsolicited Dick Pick.

Drabble: Horror Villain Apocalypse.

Drabble: Mayor Buckman x Fem!Alive!Reader- Sleepy Meetings.

Drabble: Mayor Buckman x Fem!Bartender!Reader- Here for you.

Drabble: Mayor Buckman x Modern!Reader- Let me leave.

Drabble Set: MultiVillains x Reader- Addicted.

Drabble Set: MultiVillains x Reader- Inspired by the song According To You by Orianthi.

Drabble Set: MultiVillains x Reader- Sick You.

Drabble Set: Platonic!Horror Villains x Reader- Bonding.

Drabble Set: Platonic!Horror Villains x Reader- Bonding Part 2.

Headcanons: Awkward Moments.

Headcanons: Dating Horror Villains things Dump.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- Six; The Musical AU.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- Types of Kisses.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x SunshineIncarnate!Reader.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- You Almost Choosing Another.

Headcanons: Supernatural Villains Soulmate Marks.

Horror Villains and: What they would Put in the (7MinsInHeaven) Hat.

Imagine: Being too Late to Save Them.

Oneshot: Granny Boone and Mayor Buckman x Fem!PleasantValleyResident!Reader- Throuple.

Oneshot: Hewitts / Pleasant Valley x Reader- The Multiverse Theory and the Horror Fandom.

Oneshot: Mayor Buckman x Reader- Hell.

Oneshot: Poly!Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone x Fem!Undercover!Singer!Reader- Haunted.

Oneshot: Yandere!Mayor Buckman x HarpersFiance!Reader- Preachers Daughter.

Slashers / Horror Villains As: Animated (Children's) Movie Villain Songs.

Reactions: Horror Villains x Reader- Love Potion.

Reactions: Horror Villains x Reader- Finding out you're a Virgin 🔞.

Reactions: Older!Horror Villains x Younger!Reader- Them Getting Confused for your Grandparent.

Would They or Wouldn't They?: Abandon You After Their Own Orgasm 🔞.

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Got any writing coming up soon? 😊

Hmmmm /:/: I've almost almost finished a Mayor Buckman x reader? 😅😅 but i think that's about all I've been playing with recently sorry!

Thank you for asking! Sorry for such a pitiful answer XD