In A Sleepy Town [Headless Horse X Reader][pt.4]

In a Sleepy Town [Headless Horse x Reader][pt.4]

Story Summary: “The horseman who rides atop his alabaster steed, cloaked in crimson without a head.”

In the sleepy town of Moorwick, you are drawn into the legend of horseman when you learn it is associated with your father’s disappearance twenty years ago. When the local ghost story turns to be anything but that, and a bargain goes awry, you delve into Moorwick’s dark history with hopes of saving more than just yourself.

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Chapter Four: Some time has passed and you continue to return to the Atticus, no closer to solving the mystery of the horseman’s head. After an encounter with the dead, along with something far worse, you were beginning to understand the horseman’s existence wasn’t so straightforward.

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It was always around the hour of three o'clock in the morning when you departed from your father’s noisy old house and reunited yourself with the displeasures of the Atticus. 

At this point, your excursions had melded finely into your routine like clockwork, and you no longer needed to dedicate any important amount of time to hurriedly shoving things into a backpack. You kept one prepared at all times, inside the storage closet next to the front door, away from prying eyes and any meddling.

There was a particular heftiness to it tonight, however, making it just a little more difficult to navigate through the tall brush, and ducking below the beams of light that the police swung around. You were far more careful these days than you had once been, as you were positive you had been spotted at least twice since this entire ordeal began. 

Subsequently, you had come to know Maverick Decatur, the acting sheriff of Moorwick who had held your gaze with piercing green eyes, and a handshake strong enough to make you teeter in pain.

Just as you were a regular at Nellie’s shop, he and his goons were as well. The first few visits in the past had amounted to nothing more than cursory glances, changing only after Nellie had dropped the hint that someone had been seen. Afterwards, you felt his eyes from across the shop, oftentimes having the moxie to challenge a glare you pinned on him.

With the parade a month behind the town already, there was little for the police to do right now other than patrol the great maw of the forest, and observe the mess of mudslides that had apparently wiped a handful of people off the road at this point. They were well covered on the radio and in the Moowick Inquirer, often reported in past tense- often placed in the obituaries without a formal investigation.

It was with great measure of regret that those newsprints weren’t wrong; the horseman had shown you to several of the cars, far away from the entrance of the forest. Some were so recent, so fresh, that the batteries had yet to drain completely and the taillights glared ahead, barely cutting through the black swirling mist. Others showed incredible age, blemished with thick rust and chipped paint; invaded by vines, saplings, and heavy foliage that coiled tightly around the frame and called it home.

An unsettling pattern with all of them, you noticed, was that there wasn’t a single corpse to be found. Not inside the car, nor out of it. There were none lying around on the forest floor, their belongings all accounted for still inside the vehicles. It was almost as though they had vanished, or perhaps more appropriately, had been snatched away.

“You see everything in the forest, what happened to all those people?” you called out to the horseman one night, breath forming wispy coils of fog that rose from your mouth. “Did you kill them?”

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Because of Tumblr’s complete lack of response to what has happened to me, I am starting a petition for them to change and/or update their policies on Bullying and Harassment. In the seven years I have used this platform, I have never once seen them side with the victim. They always side with the bully. 

As the users of this platform, the consumers of their content, it is our right to be protected. Why offer the opportunity to report abuse if you aren’t going to do anything about it?

It’s time to take action and tell Tumblr we want change.

Werewolf boyfriend Rolf (NSFW)

Requested by @nyx-daughterofchaos98 ❤️

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Another attack, another robbery. This time it happened to the miller.

It was already a pattern. During the full moon, everyone in your village was going into hiding, bolting the doors and keeping some silver, if their household posessed any, at hand’s reach in case the pack chose their home as their next target.

They lived in an abandoned house in the forest, which they made into their den a couple of months ago. The pack consisted of a few members, led by Rolf, their alpha. You saw him a couple of times. Arrogant, hostile, walked around the village as if he owned the place. Well… he kinda did. His pack controlled everything and they took whatever they wanted from the people, and they didn’t do it in a gentle manner.

But after you saw the millers wife tending to the deep slash wounds on her husbands chest, from where one of the werewolves had pushed him away and his claws cut into his flesh, you felt anger boiling up in you.

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In a Sleepy Town [Headless Horseman x Reader][pt.5]

Story Summary: “The horseman who rides atop his alabaster steed, cloaked in crimson without a head.”

In the sleepy town of Moorwick, you are drawn into the legend of horseman when you learn it is associated with your father’s disappearance twenty years ago. When the local ghost story turns to be anything but that, and a bargain goes awry, you delve into Moorwick’s dark history with hopes of saving more than just yourself.

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Chapter Five: You could no longer refute that your relationship with the horseman was more complex than you initially thought it to be. What did it mean? Just as you’re coming to terms with this, Colson offers a gift that could change everything. And Moorwick’s more prestigious residents let you know that there are eyes always watching.

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The early December air was an unabashed presence to you that night. It slithered beneath the many layers you could muster while still being able to move, setting the hair on the back of your neck tall like spines, numbed the tips of your ears, and cemented your fingers wound the horse’s stiff reins. The seat beneath you felt harder than usual, nothing short of being jostled around on a big stone as you attempted to ride through the horse’s rough gait. Perhaps more than anything, it felt rather amiss to be astride in the saddle without the horseman there to keep you upright. You were used to the steadiness of his chest to catch you, and his arms anchoring you down into the seat. Without him, the wind prowled excitedly, pushing against your back with a bite that you felt cut through your skin and bone, and launch you atop of the horse’s neck more than once. “It is way too cold to do this tonight, let me off,” you complained over the whistle and wail of the breeze, and the muffs tightly cradling your ears. The horse continued to trot in the same wide circle obediently, showing little regard to your commands despite your grip on the reins. From the middle of the circle, you clenched an eye against a glare of white that only just illuminated the horseman’s chest in a halo of light. It had been at his insistence that you were even doing this, or more accurately: he had dismounted, gave his steed a swift smack on the ass and sent it surging forward into the circle before you could have hopped off.

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summertime sadness .6.

overtime

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: dub con sex (oral, masturbation)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky explicit. 18+ only. I know they aren’t super dark, but like questionable so I’m keeping those tags just to be safe.

Summary: Your new duties start to mount.

Note: Thanks once again for all the support on this series :) We’re going to go well over six parts if that isn’t obvious. Estimate is 10 but no promises. Things are heating up though and I can’t wait to continue. That being said, I got some rl work to do so might be a delay in parts. Thank you!💋

<3 Let me know what you think in a reblog, reply, or like. I’m loving the feedback from y'all and the enthusiasm! Also as always, memes accepted.

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You watched glumly as the desks emptied out one by one. Stacey was always one of the last to go. She gave a cheery farewell as she grabbed her bubblegum pink purse and headed out the door. You waved at her and swallowed down your fear. Those still at their desks took her departure as a cue. They left soon after.

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In a Sleepy Town [Headless Horseman x Reader] [MASTERPOST]

This is going to be the main post I use to navigate people to in regards to chapters and information on the story and such. While I would appreciate liking and reblogging the post; I would sincerely appreciate it if you would like and reblog the actual chapters as well!!

The notes shouldn’t matter, but they do. I am continuing this story based on response that I receive from it.

I’ll be adding more content over time.

Chapters:

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR 

CHAPTER FIVE 

CHAPTER SIX [coming soon

Non-canonical/Side-stories:

PARTY-CRASHER [oneshot][non-canonical]

Asks in regards to the story (generally non-spoiler asks that I’ll answer about the characters, town, plot, and everything else):

What Moorwick looks like

Dumb stuff I’ve found:

Went to Ross for cups, found this