#Mayor Buckman x Reader
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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.
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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
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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.
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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
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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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Might Just Save You Yet
Fandom: 2001 Maniacs, Robert Englund characters
Pairings: Hinted Buckman x female reader
Word Count: 2,905
Warnings: This whole movie serves as a warning
Author's Note: *throws hands up in the air* I guess this is a thing? Englund characters won't leave me alone. But really, as fucked up as this movie is, there's a charm to the character that there shouldn't be and damn it, Robert makes him likeable to a degree. Tagging: @slashingdisneypasta & @tinalbion Hope you guys enjoy! There are two other ideas coming for this fool.
When you woke up just as the two in front had decided to take the detour, you briefly wondered how the hell they had made it into college in the first place. The detour sign was not official, and it didn't take a genius to see that. Because the jagged wood, painted letters, and backward lettering itself, it could not have possibly been any more obvious. But, the three knuckleheads you had somehow gotten stuck with to make it down for Florida for spring break had decided that the detour sign had to be followed.
“Seriously? Are we really taking directions from a homemade detour sign?” Anderson chuckled softly.
“Ah, calm down. It's nothing you gotta worry about.” Nothing.. lord help you the man that you called a brother was an absolute idiot at times. How you were related remained a mystery.
“When we are all disembowed in the back woods with no one coming to ever find us, don't blame me.’
“Jesus Christ, way to be over dramatic. This is why you have no friends.” You rolled your eyes.
“Maybe if you were a little more mindful, you could actually get a girl to pay attention to you, Nelson.” The other two laughed as you gave it right back to their friend. You probably should have just stuck with your original plan to fly down to Florida. You weren't staying at the beach house with the boys. No, a week-long externship had come up at a clinic that exclusively worked with veterans, and you had jumped at the chance. It wasn't like you were going to do anything besides relax and maybe draw some while on spring break anyway, and the opportunity was too good to pass up.
Anderson had told you that they were driving through, so he and his friends would pick you up instead. He had said that he wanted to see you. Part of you suspected that Corey and Nelson, friends of his since middle school, had wanted to take another shot at hooking up with you. Like damn dogs, they continued to bark up that tree every so often.
“Like you would know what it took to get a guy anyway. You're an uptight bitch.” You swallowed a retort, knowing that nothing you said would help the situation. Anderson finally jumped in.
“Hey, hey. Okay, there's no need for that now. Everyone just calm down. Besides, look, there is a town right here.” He pulled up slowly, easing off the gas as you made your way through what seemed to be an abandoned town. Everything looked like it was right out of a history book. Maybe it was a reenactment setup? They had plenty of those scattered in odd locations. You had a few friends who took it very seriously and had brought you along on a few. Enough to recognize it.
“Seems like a ghost town.” Of course, as soon as that left your brother's mouth, the car pulled up to what appeared to be the center of the small town, and suddenly, there were people everywhere. Music was playing, and they were all cheering. Almost instinctively, you curled a little further down in the car. That was far too much attention for your liking. An odd sense naggled at your brain, but it was something that you ignored, attributing it to the fact that you were now all the center of attention.
“So much for a ghost town,” you mumbled, though the guys were too dumbfounded to really be paying attention. Still, manners dictated that you didn't entirely hide, trying to offer a polite smile.
“Welcome to Pleasant Valley!” The man that stepped forward had an air of authority to him. He paused as if waiting for a reaction from the four of you, and when he got none, he leaned forward with a small laugh. Everyone in the mass who had surrounded was cheering, and it died out just as quick when there wasn't a response. The guys were entirely caught off guard, and you were suffering from a little case of the nerves. “Well, don't be a wet ding dong, fellas,” he offered as he hurried around the side of the car towards your brother.
“Buckman's the man, mayor’s my game.” He was standing beside the car now and finally seemed to notice you sitting in the back seat, and that seemingly impossible wide smile broadened further. “Now, why don't cha'all here, give us a big howdy due..hmm?” His hand was held out to Anderson, and in the blink of an eye, the older man had practically yanked your brother out of the driver seat with ease. Shaking hands, your brother remembered some manners.
“Anderson Lee, nice to meet you, sir.” Corey and Nelson were exchanging looks that could easily be deciphered as get a load of this. He managed to introduce you as his sister, but when he attempted to offer the names of the other two, Buckman interrupted.
“Lee Anderson, Lee. My, my, my. What a beautiful surname. Ya'll ain't from the south now, are ya?” You decided to jump in.
“Yes, sir. Born and raised. We were raised in South Carolina. Anderson decided to go north to school. I stayed a little closer to home, in North Carolina.”
“Then ya crossed over to the other side, I see. Well,” he hummed and glanced towards you for a second as he tipped the front of Anderson's hate. “Well, we might just save you yet.” Anderson wasn't sure how to take the comment judging by the confused look on his face. The crowd moved in a little closer as Corey and Nelson got out of the car, leaving you the only one in it. Which meant you had to get out. Slipping from the car, you held your bag close. Buckman turned his attention from Anderson back to you.
“You see, ya'll arrived just in time to be our honored guests at the Guts n’ Glory Jubilee!” The banner was hard to miss. Red, white, and blue, it hung just over the crowd that had gathered behind Buckman. The cheering started all over again, and you couldn't help but smile. Was it a little off? Maybe. You could have arrived in a backwoods town, one of those off grid sort of deals. Or these reenactors were seriously into their business. Either way, there was a light atmosphere. That nagging worry remained in the back of your brain, ignored still.
Corey was murmuring to Nelson, causing you to reach out and smack at his arm.
“Don't be rude.” They rolled their eyes, but their attention was diverted when a scantily clad woman walked up to the mayor. You blinked for a second as the woman instantly flirted with the two beside you. Buckman had shifted over you subtly in that time, inching closer as the boys had their full attention on Miss Peaches.
In a whirl of activity, more individuals showed up, including the car that you had met up with at the last gas station. While your timetable was tight, you didn't want to be disrespectful or rude. At least that was your reasoning for staying while the boys were only thinking with their lower brain.
It wouldn't be so bad, right? The air was crisp and clean. The heat hadn't fully set in just yet, leaving you comfortable in the quiet outdoor setting. There was a rush towards the hotel because apparently rooms were waiting. Another oddity. You had slipped towards the back of the pack and opted to enjoy a little peace, finally away from the boys. Besides, this seemed like a lovely spot to settle in and maybe do a little sketching.
“Well, darling, just what are you doing out here?” You had found a spot under one of the trees closer to the edge of town. Settled down, you had lost track of the time that had passed. It must have been at least a couple of hours, judging from where the sun was overhead. Buckman was standing just a few feet from you, hands in his pockets and observing.
“Oh, I'm sorry, sir.” Smiling, you hoped that he wouldn't have seen the act of you seeking some solitude as an affront to the hospitality that had been offered. “Been with my brother and his friends for a day and a half. Wanted a little peace, and it's just so nice out. Well, I wanted to take advantage. I didn't mean any disrespect to you or Mrs. Boone by it.” There wasn't a hint of anger as he strolled closer.
“Ain't nothing to be worried about. Just wanted to make sure everything was alright. Everything is alright, isn't it?” You relaxed further against the tree after having gone a little rigid when he first found you.
“Absolutely.” You wanted to ask what the deal with the setup was, but figured if it was one of those off the grid communities, you risked offending him. So, with all those southern manners you were raised with, you offered compliments instead. “You seem to have a little piece of paradise here. The town, the land. Seems like it really lives up to its name.” Buckman stood just a little straighter at that, hands coming from his pockets.
“What a sweet talker you are.” You laughed. “We pride ourselves on our little town. It's very kind of you to notice all the work that we put in.”
“Give credit where it's due.” It had made a great subject for your artwork.
“Well, I hate to interrupt a lady at peace, but dinner is going to be ready soon, and Granny Boone is expecting all our guests.” That was the moment that you realized that you hadn't eaten since yesterday. Quickly, you tucked away your pencils and closed your sketchbook. A brush of your pants had you free of any debris that remained on the ground.
“Dinner sounds wonderful.” You were surprised when the man offered his arm out to you. Deciding there wasn't any harm to it, the offer was taken. The walk back to the hotel was pleasant. The man asked questions every so often, centered around you. There was a certain charm about him that you found endearing and oddly attractive. Maybe it was because it was harmless. You wouldn't be here long, and surely nothing could come of it.
“Sounds like a noble cause, helping those that have served their time.”
“I don't know if I would call it noble. It's…just the right thing to do.” Buckman hummed for a moment before opening the door to the hotel for you. “Thank you.”
“It's not something most these days seem interested in, is all. Focus seems to be elsewhere for most.” That was something that couldn't be argued, and you conceded the point. “Why don't you go on and sit down, now. Dinner's almost ready.”
“Anything I can help with?” Just as you asked, an older woman appeared, all smiles just like Buckman had been.
“I won't turn down a helping hand, even if it is a guest. You mind setting the plates out, dear?”
“Not at all.” You took what she had in her arms and she motioned to send you away towards the table, only catching the briefest hint of low tones as if the two had waited for you to step away to talk. It was either your imagination or truly a private conversation. Shaking your head, as if the negative feeling could be physically removed, you worked on placing out the plates and silverware that the woman, who you assumed was Granny Boone, had placed in your arms.
Dinner was a fairly quiet affair. While Granny Boone was kind and funny, she most certainly took no shit and reminded you a bit of your mother. The cooking had been fantastic, and you had made sure to mention such.
Now, the boys were having dessert, Granny was playing the piano, there was an arm wrestling contest going on, and you were content to sit curled in a corner, working in your sketchbook once more. Instead of the town, you had decided to focus on the people in the room this time. Granny, in particular, since she seemed to be genuinely enjoying what she was doing.
Slowly, bodies leaked out of the room, though one slipped in after being absent. Buckman. He sat nearly atop the piano, sipping from a jug and just observing. While the music continued, the other noise quieted down slowly. Until you heard footsteps approaching. Nelson, of all people. The hoped that he wouldn't bother you if he wasn't acknowledged was squashed instantly. A little liquid courage was apparently the only thing needed for him to change his opinion of you being an uptight bitch.
As soon as the arm was around your shoulders, you shrugged it off and stood up. The two at the piano watched cautiously. You could see them trying not to gawk, and it just caused a rush of embarrassment to hit you.
“You can keep your hands to yourself. How many times does it take for you to realize that I'm not interested nor will ever be. Just because your friends with my brother doesn't mean I have to put up with your shit, Nelson. And, as far as I remember, your last opinion of me was that I was an uptight bitch. So, even if you were the last option on the face of this planet, it wouldn't happen.” Before he could attempt any retort, you walked from the room. The urge to run had been resisted by the skin of your teeth.
Stepping out into the cool night air was a relief. There wasn't enough light out here for you to finish your sketch, but that didn't matter since it meant that you were alone. Sitting down on the steps that led up to the hotel, a heavy sigh threatened to cave in your chest, and you buried your face in your hands for a moment. Breathe, just breathe. The mantra repeated over and over. God, did you hate confrontation like that. And to do so in front of practical strangers?
A soft weight rested against your shoulders, startling you.
“Easy,” Buckman nearly whispered. A blanket, he had wrapped a blanket around you. “Didn't mean to frighten you. Just thought ya might want something to keep the chill off ya.” He was being polite and not bringing up what had just happened.
“Thank you…” Another sigh and the wood creaked under his weight before he settled at your side.
“Some boys just don't learn their manners.” The comment brought a little, depreciating laugh before you could stop it.
“Understatement of the century.” A quiet chuckle was his response. “I'm sorry about that. My brother's friends have a habit of not thinking anything through.”
“Nothing you gotta apologize for, ain't any of that on you. They just need their mommas to tan their hides a bit more so they start respecting others.” You both fell silent as the small noises of the night started to echo out. Insects, birds, the rustle of trees and branches. It had always been pleasant and relaxing to listen to after the day had ended. The silence between you was comfortable, not awkward, and not one that you felt compelled to fill. He didn't either, it seemed. After a few more minutes, it was finally broken.
“I uh, see ya got that little book with ya. What were you working on in there?”
“This?” While you were always drawing, you didn't often share openly. But, there was something about the moment that pushed you towards it. A sense that he could appreciate it. “Nothing much. Just a little sketchbook.”
“Mind if I take a look?” He held out his hand but didn't move to grab the book, waiting for permission. After a second of hesitation, you wanted it over.
“The last one isn't finished yet….” The one of Granny Boone. The first few pages were random little ideas without too much detail since it was a relatively new book. The next three were from today. Two of the town and the last being what you had told him wasn't finished.
“Granny is gonna love this,” he finally spoke softly, amusing lacing the words, but they were genuine rather than mocking. “Ya felt that inspired by our little town?”
“There's certainly a draw.” You missed the giddy grin that overtook his features for a passing moment before it was schooled a little more into a more normal smile.
“I'm touched that you see such charm in our town. And lord, is there some talent here.” Well, there you go again, the heat rising to your cheeks. “Not too many see the town like this.” There was an odd note to his voice, then that caused you to look up. You couldn't place the emotion then. Longing? Desperation? Nostalgia? Either way, it settled there, making the usually peppy and excited mayor seem melancholy until the smile returned, brushed off as if it had been nothing more than a fly on his shoulder.
“Hard to see why. Nice southern hospitality, peaceful, little off the beaten path to make it feel separate from the rest of the world.”
“Glad you think so, darling.” You glanced back out towards the town once more before your world went black.
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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.
#BHF writing#Do-Over-December#Mayor Buckman x reader#slasher x reader#Enjoyyyy#Another one coming tomo just you wait
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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."
#tinalbion writings#slasher requests#slasher community#slasher fandom#slashers x reader#slashers headcanons#slashers imagines#freddy krueger#inkubus#warden kane#mayor buckman#freddy krurger x you#warden kane x you#inkubus x you#mayor buckman x you#adumpsterblog#englund characters#erik destler#robert!erik destler x you
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I love your writing and it's great and wanted to know if gonna write for the harper alexander story again?????
I’m currently working on my multiple Santa clause series! I will be needing to rewatch 2001 maniacs, but I will eventually be writing for it again! It is currently on hiatus, but will be resumed this year.
#fanfiction#harper alexander x reader#harper alexander#2001 maniacs#2001 maniacs x reader#2001 maniacs fanfiction#fanfic#hiatus#mayor buckman#kringletheelf04
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The collector, Otis and buckman w/ an s/o that has complete heterochromia
Uhm, yes???
The Collector
Asa has an obsession with your eyes. Like, it’s almost scary. He has sketches, drawings, and solo art pieces dedicated to heterochromia with various colors, but mainly dedicated to your specific eyes
Eye contact is... I mean always there. Even when you aren’t looking at him, he’s looking right into your two-toned soul
I really just can’t stress enough how much he thinks about how beautiful you are. Especially when the two of you are lying or sitting next to each other and he can caress your face and really get a look at how your eyes are built designed
Just....Mhmm *chefs kiss*
Otis
You’re different, just like the rest of the family, but in a much more beautiful way. The whole family is crazy about it, really. Mama is the most verbally “normal” about it, giving you regular compliments.
Of course, the day he met you he said something on the lines of “Holy shit, look at them? What in the fuck is wrong with your eyeball?” Then later confessed that it was actually really fucking pretty. Well, instead of apologizing he just came out and said that they were “purty lookin’”
Sometimes, you can catch him unintentionally staring at your eyes while he’s just sitting, but most of the time he can look the other way before you catch him staring. What, does it look like he loves you or sum? pfft... no....
Otis actually shows you off the most, though. You are very beautiful to him! And you better be to everyone else or he’s going to have something to say, and he’s going to say is with his fists
Buckman
Oh wow.... he has never seen anything like it. Buckman can’t help but stare in confusion the first time, turning into a smiling mess telling you how gorgeous it is
The entire town notices too, so you’re gonna have to set up a little booth to let them all to get into a single file line and take turns looking at something so rare and beautiful
Buckman stares at you a lot, pulling out his handkerchief and nervously wiping his face off when you catch him. You’re constantly praised for being so beautiful, of course, but it still makes him swoon
You’re also shown off an ungodly amount by him. I’m telling you, the chances of them in their living lifetime being able to see someone with any form of heterochromia is very slim, so this is a beautiful oddity to everyone. Of course, if anyone has anyone has anything to say about you that isn’t very nice, Buckman can have a little chat with them
#the collector x reader#asa emory x reader#otis driftwood x reader#mayor buckman x reader#slasher x reader#the collection#house of 1000 corpses#devils rejects
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I know this has nothing to do with my blog but literally had a fight with my brother over Donald Trump being homophobic/transphobic/etc. because him and my mom are fucking blind to the shit he does but I’m not surprised!
Donald Trump supporters are like a fucking cult! They worshiped the man no matter what
My brother is like: Trump Supports Gay People
And I’m like:
#rant#im done#at least my brother around my age agrees with me about that orange cheese puff#anti donald trump#anti trump#when will this nightmare end#horror slasher x reader#michael myers x reader#my mom brainwashed my baby brother#im not suprised#jason vorhees x reader#thomas hewitt x reader#freddy krueger x reader#billy loomis x reader#billy x stu x reader#stu macher x reader#mayor buckman x reader#non slasher#heath ledger joker x reader#wednesday addams x reader#loki laufeyson x reader#loki x reader#chucky x reader#tiffany valentine x reader#chucky x reader x tiffany#charles lee ray x reader#michael langdon x reader#negan x reader#jerome valeska x reader#severus snape x reader
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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)
#minors dont interact#creepypasta x reader#slasher x reader#slasher imagines#slasher headcanons#dead by daylight x reader#dead by daylight headcanons#dead by daylight imagines#slasher imagine#ahs imagines#black butler imagines#black butler x reader#ahs x reader#repo x reader#repo imagines#repo headcanons#invader zim x reader#jthm x reader#mywriting#black bird x reader#black bird manga#undertale x reader
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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
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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 ^^
#Horror Villains X Reader Headcanons#Horror Villains x Reader#Horror Villains#Dr Andover#Dr Andover x Reader#Dr Peter Andover#Dr Peter Andover x Reader#Erik Destler#Erik Destler x Reader#Freddy Krueger#Freddy Krueger x Reader#Inkubus#Inkubus x Reader#Jim Bickerman x Reader#Jim Bickerman#Mayor Buckman#Mayor Buckman x Reader#Stuart Lloyd#Stuart Lloyd x Reader#Headcanons
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The Spirit of Lending a Hand
Fandom: 2001 Maniacs
Pairings: Potential Buckman x Reader
Word Count: 4,073
Warnings: Cannibalistic spirits, death, witchcraft, talks of necromancy, honestly this whole movie and its contents probably count as a warning
Author's Note: Here I am, once again writing Buckman. My brain works in mysterious ways, even to me. This sort of took a life of its own. As always, not beta read and unedited. Information also taken from the comics.
Tagging: @slashingdisneypasta & @tinalbion
The semi-annual trip to Pleasant Valley had been delayed this time around due to unforeseen and unwelcomed circumstances that were beyond your control. Namely, a set of hunters that had been on your tail for the better part of four months. They had been smart, annoyingly persistent, and meticulous in their planning. Far more trouble than you had met in recent years.
Once you had felt confident that you had shaken their incessant pestering and attempts on your life, you gathered all the necessary supplies and headed out to the small, off the beaten path, ghost town. Well, cemetery, but it had the feeling of a ghost town. The energy there was indescribable. Then again, after such a tragedy, it didn't come as a surprise. The spirits likely lingered there, something you understood even if others didn't.
You had first come across the resting site of the small town in your travels for your doctorate, focusing on the fall out of a war on small towns in the south from an economic, social, and overall day to day living standpoint. It was hard when records of those that had been destroyed as a byproduct and casualty of war were wiped from the map. Before heading back, you decided to take the summer and explore some more rural areas of South Carolina and Georgia. Besides, there were plenty of supplies for your other studies to be found in that took time, too.
The tug in your gut had you making that left hand turn for the first time. The graveyard was large. A place full of sorrow, of mourning, of anger. But so were most places like this when lives were irrevocably changed. Which, really, was a civilized way to say slaughtered. From your understanding after reading the gravestones and doing some digging, that was what had occurred in Pleasant Valley. A massacre of innocent lives. It was a frequent happening when it came to times of war but made it no less tragic or horrific.
After that first visit, there was something that kept pulling you back time and time again. Before you realized it, you had routinely visited the place twice yearly for years. It was a place to calm your mind and gather yourself. Feel recharged but also perform those darker rituals that required a draining amount of energy. There was enough in the place that you could draw from it and get done what was needed. The occasional necromancy and such. Not things that you dabbled in too often but when it was needed, and unfortunately, there was a time and place for it, then being in a place like Pleasant Valley helped.
This year, it felt entirely different. More energy, more lively. Typically, you came during summer and winter, but because your winter trip had been delayed, you were entering the area during mid-spring. Lively. That was an odd way to frame it, and your brain stuck on it when the normal left was marked with a giant detour sign. You stopped the car and stared at it for several long moments. The lettering had been poorly done with the e of detour backward. Enough to make you laugh, but at the same time, there was a nagging concern. Had someone desecrated the resting place of these poor souls?
It was a smart idea to see what you were walking into before you did. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Parking the car on the shoulder, you settled back into the driver seat, closed your eyes, muttering the words of the spell, and concentrating hard. Astral projection was always one of those spells that you could never quite get the hang of, but this was worth the attempt.
It had to be repeated twice before you felt the telltale heaviness and then lightness of your limbs. Traveling slowly down the dirt road, hands in your pockets, you still took time to appreciate the beauty of the natural surroundings. Right as you were about to cross under the arch that marked the threshold, you were thrown back into your body. Gasping and coughing, it took a moment for your spirit to settle back in and breathing to come normally. Well, that was new. Something was happening. Something not of the natural world. With your intrigued spiked, the tires nearly peeled on the gravel as you turned the car down the road towards the familiar spot.
Instead of a graveyard, you were met with a quiet, quaint looking town. Something akin to what one would see in the south during the eighteen hundreds. You should know well enough. As you got closer and closer, there was a buzz in the air that felt electric. The anger that hung around Pleasant Valley was present, but this was far different. If an energy could feel hungry, that was what you would have described it as. There was a gathering of people ahead, surrounding two cars. The cheering and hollering were evident from a ways back. Your skin pricked, and your hair stood on end. And in that moment, you understood perfectly.
It was dangerous. So very dangerous for any living being to be here right now. These weren't people. They were vengeful spirits. How had you not made the connection before now? Was it because there wasn't enough energy when you normally stopped by.
“More guests!” The patch was recognizable. After so many trips to the site, you knew that it could only be George Buckman. Whether you made it out of this or not was up to how it was played. And that required a private conversation with the man that seemed to be pulling all the strings. Offering help seemed like your best chance. Should you feel bad about offering the lives of those who had unwittingly found their way here? The answer was yes. But would you? No, not likely. Who was dimwitted enough to follow a sign like that in today's day and age? Besides, fresh sacrificed blood was a hard commodity to come by unless you got your hands dirty yourself and even then, it could be iffy.
It took a little bit, and there were a few odd looks, as if people were trying to place exactly who you were to them. The familiarity of a place you had never been washed over you. It wasn't entirely true. You had never been to Pleasant Valley when it had existed with living people, homes, businesses, and the little quirks that came with such things. But you had been here before, had communed with the land and in ways with the spirits. In a way, they did know you, and you knew them.
Southern hospitality dictated a certain set of manners in return. That much you knew. Your history degree wasn't entirely useless after all. The sirs and ma'ams worked their way in, albeit a little unnaturally and awkward at times. Offers to help with whatever it is they were doing were made. They were declined each and every time but the offer was there.
There were other ways to be useful, though. Hex bags and a corresponding hex could provide easier targets for the souls stuck on this Earth. The problem was making them quick enough and properly placing them. You might be able to get one or two together and tucked hidden away, but would it be enough?
Before much thought could be put in, or you could gain a private audience with Mayor Buckman, someone else decided to grab your attention. Quite literally. The large hand clapped down on your shoulder, a firm touch that spoke a fraction of the strength it held.
“I think you and me need to have a chat, miss.” It felt like there was little room for argument. Nodding your consent, though it was hardly needed, the large man beside you was a presence that you would lose a physical fight against. And a fight would not help with your plans here. It was best to go along quietly and see what it was that he wanted to discuss. No one else was being pulled off on their own, at least not yet and no in a manner like this. Hopefully, you weren't marching towards your death.
The town was mostly out of sight by the time that the little walk had come to an end. You were finally able to turn and look at the man. Taller, broad shoulders. But an air about him. Another magic user. In some form or another.
“You're the one that comes around here.” It wasn't a question, a simple statement and acknowledgment that maybe some did know who you were. “Practices your witchcraft.”
“That is me.”
“You're late this year.” It shouldn't have been surprising, and yet, you were standing there, entirely caught off guard to the fact that the man knew your schedule had been entirely thrown off.
“I had a little problem to take care of,” you paused. “Well, not so little. Took me a good four months to handle. But, occasionally, things like that come up, someone tries to take my life, and it's a vicious circle for a short while.” An amused twitch of his lips was the response. You took that as a good sign for what was to come. It was all a matter of still carefully navigating the landscape.
“Yet, you are still here.”
“Well, did you think I was going to miss my routine just because I had two men trying to kill me?” At that, you ended up receiving a smile, which was counted as a victory.
“Why do you come back?” Now, that was something that you had asked yourself quite a bit over the last few years and never came up with a solid answer. Perhaps ones that sounded pleasing to the ear but never one that was genuine. Why not be honest with the spirits? More than you had been with yourself, at least. A small shrug came before the words started to flow.
“Because it always felt right.” A simple answer. “There was always something pulling me here, demanding attention and a commune. There was never really a solid explanation for it. I just knew the first time I passed something demanded, I show up, and that demand never ceased. The energy always felt right.”
“So perhaps you are the one.” The tilt of your head came unbidden, something that you couldn't help at the words grabbed your curiosity. Never one for chosen prophecies or the like, it was still something that was worth the intrigue. There didn't seem to be much more information forthcoming. “You do understand what is going to happen here?”
“I would be foolish to miss it in the air. Vengeful spirits create a certain…energy in the air. Intent shapes it and leaves lingering traces.” He nodded.
“Yet, you remain.”
“Admittedly, at first, I was worried someone had desecrated the graveyard. And when I felt something blocking me, I had to investigate. You all did catch me a little off guard with the whole, ya know, appearance thing going on.” He chuckled and nodded.
“I do suppose that would cause a bit of a shock upon arrival.” He nodded to himself and motioned for you to follow after him. This time, he wasn't leading you but rather trusting that you would be walking alongside him. Far more peaceful that way. There seemed to be people milling about, watching, but not really participating in anything now that there wasn't anyone to pay attention to them. You supposed you could understand such a thing. If you were stuck in a purgatory pattern like this, there wouldn't be much drive to do anything either.
“Didn't go getting lost now, did ya?” The mayor greeted with a wide smile, eye flickering back and forth between you and your companion, whose name that you never got.
“Think you and Granny Boone need to have a sit down with this one, sir.” There was an odd emphasis on some of the words, but whatever he had been trying to convey was apparently done successful as Buckman paused long enough to process the information.
“Really, now? Ain't that the darndest thing. We were just going to have a little chat, so why don't you just come along then?” This would be the make or break moment that had been looming since your arrival a few hours ago. Once again, you could only consent.
“Of course.” With Buckman taking over, you were led towards the small church in town, after it had been demanded that your former companion let Granny know that she was expected to attend the meeting.
During the short walk, you exchanged names properly, and there was an ease about it that could be appreciated. Rare was it that you got along well and right off the bat with others, a byproduct of the life that you led. A sense of calm that came from him, even though there was still that hint of rage simmering beneath the surface. As much as it would make others uncomfortable, you found a calming effect to it in the familiarity.
The church was void of everyone and everything, and while it wasn't exactly your favorite place to be but it wasn't the worst.
“Must be a reason he is thinking so highly of you, darling. You gonna explain or keep me in suspense?”
“Wouldn't it be easier to wait for the others?” Waiting meant that you wouldn't have to repeat yourself multiple times. It was far more preferable than spitting out the same explanation over and over and over. There was a moment of indecision, the choice flipping around before a sigh was given as an answer. He didn't have to wait long. The older woman who had been running the quote hotel of the town came in, eyeing you suspiciously. The response? A broad smile as you remained seated, allowing the two to gather around you.
“All right, Missy. Best start explaining what's going on.” Granny Boone was no nonsense. You liked her.
“Well, I've been coming to Pleasant Valley for years now, twice a year specifically. This is the first time that I've met any of the residents, though.” There was a tension that briefly filled the room, enough to give you pause and wonder if you had said the wrong thing before it broke and a sense of excitement took its place.
“Knew I recognized something about ya!” Buckman was practically joyous, while Boone remained a little more reserved but was all smiles like he was. “Looks like this year's festival is about to get a whole lot more interesting, ain't it?” Boone quickly batted at his knee.
“You haven't even asked yet. Don't get ahead of yourself.” The interaction was enough to make you smile.
“I'd be happy to help in any way that I can. Eye for an eye aren't just some fanciful words. I can spot others' work when I see it.”
“Ain't you a smart one.” You shrugged. “Well, we got our answer. We got our guests. All we need now is to get ready for the barbecue.” If you thought he was excited before, it was nothing compared to now. The man was all but vibrating with energy in his spot.
“I just have a quick question. And you may or may not be able to answer it for me. I've been coming here for years but this is the first time we have met, face to face, so to speak. Why now? Why not then?” There had been plenty of opportunities, but nothing had ever happened. The two looked at one another.
“Well, it's not always easy to appear as it is at other times. The more Yanks, the more it's worth the effort.” Interesting. Something caught, but the idea refused to fully form right yet. Stuffing that thought away for later, you nodded.
“Makes sense. Wasted time and energy if the reward isn't big enough.”
“Besides, you bring something with ya that just livens us all up a bit. Especially since you drop by at quieter times.” That idea drug forward a little further. Again, thought would be dedicated later in a quiet moment where you could concentrate on the feeling and what the idea was supposed to shape up to be.
“I suppose I should say I'm flattered.” The small laugh that accompanied the words had the other two smiling wider. It was a relaxed but giddy and anticipatory atmosphere. One that you found yourself sinking further and further into as the seconds ticked by. A place to stay. To be safe. The whispers tickled your consciousness. “Just direct me as to where I'm needed and what is expected of me. I'm not afraid of getting my hands dirty if that's required.” Not to find joy in it. Maybe they did to some degree, but this was about avenging the egregious act that they had suffered. After suffering so long in a made purgatory, things started to twist a little bit, though.
“No use in sitting here like bumps on a log. We got work to do.” Buckman clapped and jumped to his feet. “Think I'm gonna keep you with me, pretty thing. Wanna see just whatcha can do.”
Boone went back to continue prepping whatever it was that she was in the middle of, something with the ladies that had arrived from your understanding. With her gone, it was just you and Buckman.
The seemingly jovial man was observing you still, though he was on his feet and motioning for you to follow.
“Ya know, ya been coming here so often, for so long, sort of makes ya an honorary resident of our little town.”
“Sort of feels like that.” There wasn't any use in lying or trying to deny that feeling. Being honest with the man had been your decision from the smart, so why stop with something as silly as telling him that there was something that made you feel so connected to this place. “Moved around a bunch as a kid. Never really had a set place, and that's sort of been the theme in my adult life, too. Moving minimizes the risk of being caught by those who would prefer to see me dead. Always liked it when we stayed in the south, though. Felt most at home. That subtle heat in the spring and fall. Different pace to life in the smaller towns. An abundance of ingredients for spells and such. Better energy, too. Something far more deeply rooted. Unless I visited places like Salem or Plymouth. Sometimes, there was less acceptance of the….well, lifestyle for lack of a better term but always made due.”
“That happen often? Someone chasing after ya like that?”
“Often enough. It's what delayed my appearance here this year. Though, I guess that it worked out in everyone's benefit in the end. Except for theirs….”
“Hm, then ya really won't have a problem helping us take care of these Yanks.”
“I've brought people back from the dead for less than honorable purposes. Yeah, I really don't mind helping you kill someone. Or in this case, someones given the turnout you have here.” The laugh that came from Buckman couldn't have been classified as anything but ecstatic and excited. A sound that others would likely think bordered on the sound of insane. For you, though? There wasn't a way to stop the grin that it brought. “My hands haven't been clean in many, many years. What's adding a little more?” And your view on the world and the people in it may have been twisted and just a little skewed, but it came with the territory.
“Just gonna have to gather up the town to make sure no accidents happen then. Let them know you are here helping.” He raised a hand to rub his chin, thoughts clearly going a mile a minute. Not that he could be blamed. You knew that while you were there to help and would, your presence ilkley threw a monkey wrench into whatever plans that they had.
While Buckman might have been accepting, it didn't mean that the rest of the town would be right away either. So a meeting would have been smart. You would have hated to cause a problem for one of the spirits because you had reason to defend yourself. They couldn't be hurt in the traditional sense and had probably gotten quite comfortable in their relative safety from physical harm. But, you weren't their usual prey, and while you didn't want to focus on it, having various methods of protection were floating through the back of your mind. Hopefully, there wasn't a need for it.
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It was a sight to behold, how quickly the spirits were able to create chaos, one that was under a tight control and allowed them such freedom to do as they pleased. Impressive, really. So much so that you were feeling immensely grateful that you weren't on the receiving end. No one was spared, and no corners were cut. The brutality of it wasn’t so uncommon to you that it gave a weak stomach, but on the same hand, it did press some sort of line. As complicit as you were, you kept your mouth shut. Besides, was there really room for you to talk? It was a reminder to yourself given all that you had done in your life.
There was such a captivating sort of aura around the entire thing, the passion and need that came from those around you enough to make you want to drop to your needs. All driven forward from desperation. If you helped them, how long would it take for them to finally know rest?
“He's getting away!” There was one that had just escaped the flaying knife of the cook, apparently not all the way dead. The urgent tone cried out loudly and caught your attention. The man was moving far faster than he should have been able to, adrenaline, and the critical need to stay alive kept him moving. And he had a heavy head start on just about everyone. So far, the spirits had appeared to move like normal humans. The first natural, gut reaction that you had was to lash out, the ground immediately rising into a wall in front of him. Head first he ran into it, with no time to hit the brakes and bring himself to a stop. How he wasn't knocked out cold was beyond you, but it was enough for others to catch up to him.
“Well, buttermilk pancakes, look at that.” Buckman was by your side seemingly out of nowhere, letting out a low whistle. It had been a long time since you had heard anyone even slightly impressed with your abilities. A twinge of pride swelled in your chest. “That's a mighty fine trick ya got there.”
“Ain't the only trick up my sleeve.” The comment slipped a little more flirty than intended. The chuckle that came from the man was well worth any embarrassment.
“I think you are going to do just fine here, sweetheart.” That old southern twang that came through was pleasant to listen to, an emotion that came unbidden and unexpected. Trouble. The thought meant big damn trouble. You were too far into things now, though, to give up. Giving in was the only option. What was the use of living a long life if a little fun couldn't be had every once in a while? It wasn't like he was going to be around forever after all. Once they were able to fulfill the force keeping them here on this Earth, they would finally be allowed to rest.
“Planning on keeping me, sir?” A proper southern gentleman, even if he was a vengeful, cannibalistic spirit, instead of offering back anything vulgar or too untowards, he simply grinned and rested a hand against your lower back.
“Oh, ya ain't ever getting free, sweetheart.” The possessive note sent a shiver down your spine. Not in a bad way. It had been many years since you had ever felt a flick of danger mixed with desire like he was able to ignite. He would be gone eventually, but until then? There was nothing saying that you couldn't enjoy yourself and bring a hint more pleasure to his life.
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Kinky December. Dec 4th. Fireplace Sex. Mayor Buckman X AFAB Reader.
Alright, my second entry to Kinky December is here y’all! Once again a BIG thank you to @horrorslashergirl for starting this event. I mean are we surprised tho? ANOTHER Robert Englund character that I love? It is simply too on brand for me. I have been meaning to write something with Buckman for a while now and Kinky December gave me the perfect in! I dunno why but I saw this prompt and he was the first one that popped into my head!
So without much further ado, let’s have something a little softer and sweeter than what you are used to with me, like for Kinky December this is surprisingly lacking in kink, but he just deserves that soft shit so much so it’s fine! LET’S GO!
Rating. Explict. Length. 1.2K. Warnings. Soft shit. Sweet shit. 1, count em, (one) unintentional Holes reference. Pet names. Vaginal fingering. Vaginal sex. Creampie.
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Southern Comfort.
Could it be anymore cliche’?
Getting caught out in the rain, a sudden downpour out of nowhere. You had been out with Buckman, or as you sometimes referred to him affectionately, Bucky, taking a walk after dinner. Hand in hand, talking casually, a lovely night, so needed. He was always so busy, being mayor he did have a lot of responsibility, that he took very seriously as well so whenever you did get time just the two of you, uninterrupted, it was so lovely.
Or it was until mother nature herself decided to interrupt your little walk.
The heavy rain had surprised you both and 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, clothes had soaked through and you were shivering, dripping wet and desperate to warm up.
“Awe darlin’ you’re shakin’ like a leaf.”
“S’ so cold.”
He was so close to you and he reached out and 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 tenderly, 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, why was this getting to you so badly? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you like this before and in far worse positions 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 so much in so many places, why tonight?
Why now?
It flustered you something awful when you were standing in front of him in nothing but your underwear. He took notice, hands on your waist, pausing 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,
"I-uh I don't know to be honest."
You decided to try and get over your sudden nerves and leaned up, kissing him softly and he returned it easily, his hands moved and you allowed them as he pulled the last of your damp clothing from you. He pulled 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.
Now 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 one and 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, intent behind it. Hands on each other, your hand on his shoulder and it slid down to his chest and one of his hands down your back to the curve of your ass and on it progressed like that. Reaching out for more, both desperate for each other, wanting to touch more and more, greedy and fuck if this wasn’t a good way to warm up. That blanket was pulled from around you and laid down and you were on your back and soon his 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.
His hands were on your hips and his mouth had found the valley between your breasts and once his fingers had dipped between your thighs you let out a quiet gasp and you realized,
“You planned this the whole time didn’t you?”
Verbalizing it still quiet, breathing had picked up as he touched you, slowly but with even pressure and his mouth paused, looking up to 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?”
Well he was right about that. You smiled wider and with a roll of your eyes and then his fingers pushed inside of you and that pulled a moan from you that made his smile widen in kind. Again he didn’t rush per say 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.
Underneath him, thighs on either side of his hips, hands on his shoulders as he slid inside of you, God that first moment 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 but when you arched 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?
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 so 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, your and his favorite place for him to cum was inside you and you relished every twitch and pulse of him as he spilled inside.
It was still for a moment before he pulled out, excess evidence of his pleasure spilling out with him leaving you, untangling yourselves to get into a more comfortable position when 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.
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Hi i was wondering how would Michael, Mayor buckman, etc., would react to having a s/o with a twin?
Hey there, nonnie! Of course you can have that! I think it would be really fun to mess with one of them who wouldn't immediately get stabby with knives when things got weird lol. But I hope this is acceptable for you, my dear! <3 Enjoy~
Reader Who Has an Identical Twin <GN!Reader>
Michael
Michael would definitely not take you having a twin too well, mainly if you decide not to inform him of this. If he stays with you in your place in Haddonfield, you’d definitely have to make him aware if you want to avoid anything happening. If you don’t, that could end one of two ways and you really don’t want any of them playing out. They don’t know about him, which would make sense since you wouldn’t want to really inform them of your living situation with a killer, but you may also want to let Michael know since there is always that chance that your twin could pop in for a visit.
If you decide not to tell Michael about them, he’d be curious at first since something about ‘you’ seems off, he knows your patterns and can easily identify you by your footsteps. You look somewhat different too, it was odd to see ‘you’ with that not-so-normal hairstyle. Was he losing it or hallucinating? Either way, there was something odd about all of this and he needed to get to the bottom of it. He would stalk your twin as quietly as he could throughout your house and he’d keep an eye out until he would finally see you pop into the house.
Now there were two of you and Michael was at a loss. He knew what twins were, he just never expected you to have one and to never really talk about them, normally twins were known to never really be separated. So he’d listen in and take note of things your twin said, taking note of how they sounded and if it differs much from your own mannerisms. You never know when he’d need to use this valuable information.
Now if you did warn him of having a twin and that they were likely to pop up to visit, you would tell him that every time you walked into the house, whether he was there or not, you’d call out to him to make it clear that it was you and you were home. It was better to be safe than sorry, and it would pay off in the long run. Though either way, he did question things when the two of you were alone, and he’d wonder about your sibling.
You were a private person when it came to disclosing things like this to him, but when he showed interest, you slowly but surely told him a few stories of you and your sibling growing up together. He showed no actual interest when you told him these things, but it meant more to you than he could realize that he asked about it in the first place.
Mayor Buckman
Your time in Pleasant Valley was rather extended but you didn’t seem to mind it, the only thing was you were expecting another group of friends to show up to meet you, but they never came. You tried to get ahold of them somehow but there was no service all the way out here, so you figured you could stick around and see if they ended up finding the detour.
The mayor and the town were quite welcoming though you felt unsettled by the way they looked at you, you tried to look the other way and just enjoy the environment and kind Southern hospitality while you could. After a few hours as you settled in and took a small nap, the mayor himself came in to check on you, he made sure to introduce himself properly and showed quite an interest in you.
He said he’d call when supper was ready but he gave you permission to wander the grounds if you promised not to poke into anyone’s business.
Thankfully your sibling and their friends finally showed up, so when Buckman had greeted them, his introduction was cut short as he stared at ‘you’ in the passenger seat of the car.
“Weren’t you just over- what in Sam Hill is going on here? Am I seeing double?” The mayor was at a loss until you came scrambling from the far side of town and called out your sibling’s name, which caught Buckman’s attention. “Oh well I’ll be, there’s two of ‘em!” The townsfolk had never had a set of twins enter their town before, so this was a new experience and some of them even gasped in shock. Twins weren’t very common in the 1800s and had a success rate of survival of 0.95%, so to see a pair so healthy and normal was a sight.
Buckman was at a loss as he stared slack-jawed at the two as you and your sibling spoke, so when they all headed off inside to rest up, the mayor had to get the scoop all about your identical twin, which you happily obliged since Buckman was rather cute when he got excited, so you couldn’t say no to that face.
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If this is still open - Could you maybe write for Buckman, BeetleJuice, Otis Driftwood and Candyman with a s/o that always wear baggy clothings, is really self conscious and is an outcast and antisocial (definitely not me-)? 😂 I’m sorry if this is too detailed Ps: I really love your writing- I think I read almost all the slasher ones 😂😅💕
thank you for being literally fucking amazing, I haven’t written for Otis in a bop
Buckman
I mean, you’re in a town full of outcasts now, you’d fit right in!
The baggy clothes is definitely a different attire than what the town is wearing, so you’ll get some initial looks, but nothing comes from it. Buckman think’s you’re as beautiful as can be, why not try on some more “of their time” clothing?
Once you explain how you feel and why you wear those clothes, he all ears for you! Even though he think’s you’re absolutely marvelous, he can spread some awareness through the town quickly. Anyone who has something to say can say it to him
Don’t be surprised if you see some of the younger people of the town slowly matching your attire, it’s kind of stylish.... and comfortable. It makes them feel sort of special too. You’re the new model in town, honey!
Beetlejuice
Beej can’t complain, if you didn’t make him wash his nasty ass clothes every time he changed, he’s be bumming just like you. He hates doing laundry though
But no matter how big your shirt might be, or have thick your sweatpants might be, he knows that you feel the best in them and he’ll give you all the compliments in the world
Even if you keep to yourself, maybe talking to Barb and Adam or Lydia occasionally, he just knows that you’ll have more time to spend with him, and me makes sure that there is almost never a time that you’re left by yourself for more than a few hours
Spending time with you is great for him, even though he talks just about the entire goddamn time.
50% bullshit, 50% compliments
Otis
I mean, look at just about the entire family, you can’t expect any of them to give a shit about how you look. You’re actually doing the best out of all of them, mentally
Otis, of everyone, knows how much baggy clothes can bring wonders. He finds them hella comfortable and will take any chance he can get to wear larger pants. Screw tight fitting shit, that ain’t him!
Baby gives you the most compliments, wanting to take some of your bigger shirts to try on for sleeping, encouraging her brother to compliment you
It’s certainly not that he doesn’t want to, he just isn’t used to ever being nice. His compliments will be mainly vulgar words with an awkward smile at the end because... thats how you do it right? He has good intentions
Leave it to him to be much more physically loving of you. Even with you being self conscious, he’ll find other ways to let you know that he can’t get enough of you
Candyman
If you can count his large coat as baggy clothes, count him in! All this formal, old, frilly shit just gets in the way, even when it’s all that he’s used to. Let’s go shopping, eh?
It’s not like he pays attention to how you dress anyways, he thinks you’re beautiful just the way you are, with baggy clothes and all! He thinks back to how he was taught to be a gentleman, and boy does he have the best ideas!
His ways of making you smile and feel better are much more old fashioned, like giving you tons of flowers, and so many compliments! He knows how harsh and judgmental people can be, trust him, so he knows how you feel
It aggravates him to know that you’re not comfortable in your own body, he wants you to see how he sees you, but for now he’ll take it slow. Maybe.... you can have you’re own matching coat, it’s nice and big and comfy!
#mayor buckman x reader#2001 maniacs#beetlejuice x reader#otis driftwood x reader#candyman x reader#daniel robitaille x reader#slasher x reader
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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 — ]
#michael myers x reader#billy loomis x reader#poly billy x stu x reader#poly chucky x reader x tiffany#tiffany x reader x chucky#tiffany valentine x reader#charles lee ray x reader#freddy krueger x oc#freddy krueger x reader#jason voorhees x reader#mayor buckman x reader#slashers x reader#otis driftwood x reader#baby firefly x reader#damien thorn x reader#non slasher#negan x reader#loki x reader#young severus snape x reader#severus snape x reader#michael langdon x reader#heath ledger joker x reader#etc.#thomas hewitt x reader#wednesday addams x reader#jennifer check x reader#carrie white x reader#john kramer x reader#lucifer x reader#crowley x reader
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Imagine;
Warning, this does involve some eye-gore mentions.
Imagine tending to Mayor Buckman's eye. Sitting on on his knee and carefully peeling the bandages off, revealing what's left of his grizzly looking face. Your cheeks would be hot and your heart would be hammering in your chest, but honestly you're just comfortable there. He keeps his hands to himself as well, acting like gentleman, except for when you lean back to reach for a new dressing off the table that's slightly too-far-away- then you find he casually puts a hand on your thigh while the other curls around your waist; making sure you don't fall.
He keeps his good eye on you while you lean into his face to care for and clean the area with a warm rag, wiping away smudges of blood and ick, one hand on his shoulder to keep yourself steady."Stay still, okay?"
"Not a problem, sweetheart."
When finally, after the longest few moments of your life sitting so close to the mayor like this (your position may not bother you but his breath on your face sure does the trick flustering you), you give a tired sigh and ease away; moving to get the new dressings ready. With gentle fingers and a focused expression on your face, you apply them directly over the gaping hole in his face, tying a sharp knot with the bandages behind his head so they stay there and adjusting them over the area until he looks neat and tidy. "There. Handsome again." You say, swiping your finger one final time along the gauze.
"Mm... I'm afraid that ship has sailed, darlin'."
You chuckle and look away, getting rid of the old bandages and brushing your hands off on a new rag. "Oh, no weapon is that powerful, sir."
... When you realise what you said it's far too late, his hand thats still on your thigh tightens and you're afraid it's because you made him uncomfortable-
You're just staring wide eyed and frozen like a useless ridiculous bump on a log, when-
You feel his lips on your cheek in a comforting kiss making your eyes blow open wide and his other hand on your arm, squeezing gentle. "Thank you, darlin'." He mutters directly in your ear, too, making your mouth fall open.
#this can alsoooo be imagined with another eyeptach wearing man with a similar last name. (:#and face (:#haha XD😅#i have aaaaaaaaaaaaaa buckman brainrot right now-#Mayor Buckman#Mayor Buckman x Reader#Imagine#Horror Villains#Mayor Buckman x Reader Imagine#Horror Villain Imagine#Horror Villains x Reader
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Horror Villains x Reader || Headcanons
Topic: Horror Villains with a sweet, sunshine incarnate S/O.
Includes: Erik Destler, Freddy Krueger, Inkubus, Mayor Buckman and Stuart Lloyd. If you see a theme… sh.
Warnings: Some references to, like, murder and stuff but that’s about it. This actually is so fluffy?? I’m sorry 😅😅😅
Erik Destler:
(Older Timeline)
Oh- boy. Erik really needs someone like this in his life. You will be saving him. He’s such a grump, and mean, and thinks the whole world is against him (Which, apparently, it is. But I guess that’s what happens when you make a deal with satan.)
Just someone who will see him, and smile because you’re happy to see him! You wanted to see him and you’re not put off by his look or his brash (mean) manner! Tell him you missed him throughout the day and he has to force himself not to run of in a dramatic flourish of cape and dust.
If you bake stuff, and you bring him some ‘just cuz’ you thought he would like it? He’s suspicious at first, wandering if you’re intending to poison him. And he says as much, not even moving to touch the cupcake you’re offering him. Yeah, for a while you’re going to be taking the first bite out of whatever it is you bring him because even after the first few times, he’s concerned that you’re only leading him into a false sense of security.
When he finally does trust you, its subtle differences that show it. He leaves the door open to his cave when he knows you’re going to stop by, he tells you not to slip when there’s a mess around (Which is, basically, always. His home is always in a state of artistic chaos) and eventually even takes you by the hand to lead you through??, he actually sits down when you’re around (No longer two seconds from attacking, or escaping), and he even s m i l e s a little bit??????????
Y/N!! Call him handsome!! He might believe it coming from you! Well, he’ll believe that you believe it. And that’s nice enough.
Of course, he spies on you during the day while you’re in the opera house. Dear god, if he hears you telling someone all about your ‘unnamed boyfriend’ and how wonderful he is, you’re gonna hear something falling and breaking behind the closest wall because he nearly had a heart attack-
Your friend: How about you? Do you have your eye on anyone, huhh?
You: Oh I actually have someone! He’s wonderful, and so talented- I wish you could hear his music, he -*Basically you just say so many many lovely things about him*
Erik, behind a wall: *Falls over*
Basically the two of your are like Dawn and the Bog King, from Strange magic XD (If they had ended up together)
Last dot point. If someone were to hurt you? Like, genuinely get you down? Make you cry in front of him???? Well he doesn’t know how to comfort you, so the best he can do is go scare the living bejesus out of that person. Or kill them.
Freddy Krueger:
Freddy has a ball with you! At first its just so much fun for him to take that light out of your eyes- conjure up dreams that are nice, and happy, and beautiful… and then tear them apart and watch your face fall. That’s fun for him. A lot, of fun.
But once you’ve actually become friends (Or more) he finds your sweet disposition to be pretty damn cute, honestly.
He especially likes how you always laugh at his stupid ass jokes! Genuinely! Because, yes- this is a person he’s needed! A captive audience, yes, he can work with this! No one appreciates his liners like you.
You get nicknames like Peaches, Sunshine, Princess (Your gender does not matter to him, you could be a big burly dude and he’ll call you Princess. You might even hate being called Princess- and it’ll just make him use it more), little angel, Rosie, any sweet food he can think of, etc.
Oh my lord, he’s constantly doing that stupid thing where he taps his cheek like ‘Gimmie a kiss?’ and then turns his head at the last minute so you get a big smooch on the mouth. Probably with tongue. I hope you like that XD
On days where you’re down, he’s totally thrown for a loop and will do just about anything to make you smile. Dumb jokes? Presents? Affection? Compliments? Apologies??? He’s got it all in spades and he won’t leave you alone until you’re happy again. He’ll put his hat on your head, he’ll drag you in to dance with him, he’ll carve you your favourite animal out of wood.
When he’s in a mood, you’re the only one who’s safe to be around him. In fact he’ll seek you out. Wouldja give him a smile? … Please?... (I imagine his voice to crack when he uses his manner words XDD )
Of course, you will! Sit next to him and wrap yourself around his arm and chatter to him until he’s better. Make cheesy jokes (… so I went to the zoo the other day. They only had one dog. It was a Shitzu- okay I’m sorry that’s really really dumb isn’t it??! How about this- ), flick his hat up so its not covering his eyes anymore (Lemme see that handsome face, there he is!), press your forehead to his shoulder- you just show you care about the old bastard. Its novel to him, someone being so sweet to him, and he eventually calms down to his regular mood.
Also you two do this thing where you try to keep straight faces while trying to make the other laugh and you almost always lose.
Inkubus:
Oh! Yes! Dark, villainous, smooth-talking Inkubus with the sweetest S/O is totally perfect. He thinks you’re absolutely adorable and wants to protect you from the evil of the world (Except him. His apologies, but you’re stuck with him.).
Your big happy smiles warm his black heart and ohhhh, pity the poor idiots that ever try to hurt you, make you sad, or mad. The first thing they see when they get home is his evil smile and the last thing they’ll feel is a knife in their chest as they choke on their own blood.
Not that he would tell you about what he did, he just gets home and asks you how your day was. Did anyone bother you? Also probably brings home dinner, too. He can multitask. (Puts in the order at the food place, then hops over to the assholes house to kill uhhh… some time… before the foods ready)
Oh theirs blood under his fingernails? Don’t pay any mind to that dear.
Just… just picture it? Inkubus in his full black and grey, then there’s you beside him radiating sunlight chattering away and he’s listening intently, nodding along and occasionally asking a question.
And- he does love you. But that doesn’t mean he’s not going to mess with you, he can’t help it.
You get home one day and ask him how his day was as he gets up to make you a cup of tea after a long day, and he details a very long, terrible day of burning down orphanages and following women down dark alleyways. Then, once you’re appropriately freaked, eyes wide and mouth dropped open, he chuckles and tells you he was kidding.
Though- not entirely. He’ll mutter just loud enough for you to HEAR HIM, before asking you which mug you would prefer this evening.
Like Erik, he spies on you. What? He doesn’t have a job, he has very little to do during the day. So why not follow you to work and see what’s going on? He loves how you respond to other men flirting with you- just saying ‘thank you!’ all cheery and lovely, before swiftly walking off. He finds it so amusing, and very very cute.
He’ll let you have and/or do almost anything, honestly. You’re his sunshine. So if you wanna maybe… dress him up?? He’ll groan and sigh about it but just give him that smile and those bright eyes and he wont say no.
Mayor Buckman:
Perfect, haha XD He can be pretty cheery himself as long as things are going his way! And when they’re not, when he does that thing where he goes all dark and the whole town gets glary?? You just need to put a hand on his arm and tilt your head to the side, and ask if he’s okay? Give him a little smile, too? And he cheers right up.
Here’s the thing- Buckman is high energy. And he loves to dance with you at jubilees, pull you off to the side and twirl you. He’ll even dip you, if it’ll make you laugh. It might surprise you when he does it, too.
He’ll do a similar thing if he sees that you’re down. He’ll take your hand and lead you away carefully, like c’mon darlin just one dance… for me. Slowly he’ll guide you around and talk to you, making little jokes here and there, until you cheer up and give a laugh.
Oh- my- goodness, it stresses him out when you inevitably get along so well with Boone XDD Like- his ex-wife?? And his sweetheart??? What are they saying about me???? He’ll hang around when the two of you get to talking just to make sure nothing untoward is being said about him, and maybe to distract you if he can. Like Oh Howdy there Y/N! I need your help with something darlin far away from here right now, please come with me. Bye Boone-
(You both know exactly what he’s doing, especially when he finally gets you away and he just says he wanted some attention from you all sweet and totally fake, but it’s just too funny so you don’t really care)
He does stuff for you just to make you smile, not that its hard. But he like, brings you breakfast in bed, requests your favourite songs when there’s a band, takes you on special dates like picnics, draws you warm baths if you’re stressed or unwell, etc.
God help the poor bastard that hurts your feelings. That’s all I’m saying for that one, Buckman’s messed the fuck up and he’s not great at hiding it.
YOUR BIRTHDAY is an EVENT. Like, a town event. Literally like the guts and glory jubilee, there’s a banner, there are preparations, and he probably tries to make it a surprise but you see the towns folk setting up under the blanket of night time the evening before. The effort still, obviously, moves you though. The celebrations last the whole day, he wears your favourite colour, he’s actually glued to your side almost the whole day (Just except for when he has to make sure that something is perfect for you), and the whole thing ends with the two of you alone under the stars, away from the party.
Basically nothing is too much for his sunshine.
… Honestly Buckman’s a bit of a sugar daddy.
Stuart Lloyd:
Stuart, is not a sugar daddy XD He’s got no money, sorry XD
You are literally the only thing keeping him from depression- not to freak you out or anything. Stuart is not happy with his life, but he is amazed at you- you want to be with him? You smiling at him?? You still being there in the morning the first night you stay over at his little place??
He likes to take videos of you, whether it be on his phone or on actual video camera, or taken off video surveillance at work. You don’t really have to be doing anything partially dazzling, but he will direct you a little bit (He can’t help it. It’s his new thing.). Like, you’re just eating your breakfast and he’ll ask you to lean back so you’re not casting such a shadow on your cereal, or you’ll be sketching on the couch and he asks if you can look more serene, or you’ll just be brushing your hair and he asks if you’re happy to step more into the sunlight.
Luckily, you’re happy to play along, bat those eyelashes at the camera and flash a grin.
Both of your favourite videos, though, are the ‘bonus features’. He comes up to you and asks you some questions, and you pat the seat next to you so he’ll be in the scene too and its just the two of you chatting and you laughing and him looking fucking lucky as hell.
He watches these mundane little movies when he’s down at work and sighs- just a few more hours, then he can see you again.
You stroke his ego quite a bit haha. He absolutely loves it when you call him ‘Mr Director’, all cheeky. Or just tell him you love him, or his movies are really good, or you missed him while he was at work. Or!! You saw this thing and thought of him??? Good god, are you trying to kill him??
Stuarts not very touchy but he likes it when you initiate! Just snuggle in next to him when he’s editing or just drinking his morning coffee and lay a blanket out over you both cuz its chilly, or give him a kiss before work, or lay your head on his shoulder when you’re sleepy. He’ll feel loved and wanted and- again- lucky.
When you’re down he doesn’t really know what to do. He tries to make jokes but he’s not super great at them, all stuttery and second guessing himself. He’ll try to show you movies that have made you smile before, but it doesn’t really work. He asks who’s at fault for this (Maybe they could be in a future movie of his?? It’s going to be a gory one, for sure) but a lot of the time its not because of someone else. He’ll put on your favourite movies and make popcorn.
When something finally works he’s so relieved to have his sweet person back, and listens intently to whatever you say.
#Horror Villains x Reader Headcanons#Horror Villains x Reader#Horror Villains#Stuart Lloyd x Reader#Stuart Lloyd#Mayor Buckman#Mayor Buckman x Reader#Inkubus#Inkubus x Reader#Freddy Krueger#Freddy Krueger x Reader#Erik Destler#Erik Destler x Reader
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