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Headless horseman is almost done(got a little carried away) but who do y’all want as the horseman?
The request that asked for the concept didn’t say a person and never saw my posts asking🥲
genres: smut, angst(a bit heartbreaking at points, more warnings may be provided), horror
Hi, if you're taking requests right now, could you do something with a yandere headless horseman with a fem reader? If you can't for any reason, that's totally fine! I just got excited when I saw who and what you write for.
a/n: i choose wonwoo bc you didn't specify or see my posts about who you wanted so i hope this is ok. It also inspired a non yandere HH yunho one that I miiiight be able to get out before halloween but we'll see about that one.
spooky season
You should’ve gotten a ride home.
You should’ve stayed over.
You should’ve done really anything else and now you’re paying for it. One mistake is all it takes to ruin your life.
Because now was his moment.
The closer you pull your jacket around you the colder you feel. Like someone’s eyes are boring through you no matter what.
The wind kicks up, blowing your hair away from your face when you hear it.
“Psst” You turn to see someone’s head sticking out from around a tree. Against better judgement, you stop. Squinting to see the dark haired man.
“Yeah.”
“Are you supposed to be out in the woods this late?”
“Whats it to you?” You answer definitely.
“Theres just a lot of scary and…unexpected thing in these woods.” he speaks as if concerned but wears an uninterested look.
“Like creeps that peek from behind trees?”
He smirks. “That too.”
“Listen, thanks for the information but I’m going to go.”
“Wait!”
You stop again.
“You’re just going to leave me here? Aren’t you going to give me a hand?”
“You’ve got two don’t you?”
He sighs. “Yes but they can get a little turned around.”
You cross your arms. “What are you even talking about?”
He sighs. “Just come help me. Please.”
His stoic face softens to something a bit more sincere. You walk over with a sigh of your own. As you approach, you notice the web of branches around his head. Maybe he got caught by his collar. You go to look around the tree only to see nothing.
No caught collar. No foot stuck in a hole. Nothing in fact.
No body.
You stumble back in fear. He’s wearing a grin now. “What’s wrong, something missing?”
Disbelief leaves you speechless as your brain tries to figure out what it’s seeing. You freeze completely when a dark figure walks from a couple trees down. With no head.
It calmly picks up the laughing head, sitting it on the shoulders. “Feels good to step away from yourself sometimes. You probably wouldn’t know but trust me.” He jokes.
The only thing you can do is stare. “Oh come on, ______, don’t look so shocked. People lose their heads all the time. Typically, more figuratively.”
“How do you know my name?” you shakily ask, taking steps back everytime he inched closer.
With a patronizing smile he says, “Aww darling i’ve been watching you for a while.”
A chill runs down your spine. All those times you left work late, feeling like someone was watching you but seeing no one.
Another step back puts you against a tree. He’s close within a second.
“I was just going to add your head to my collection but” his hands graze over your side. You press yourself further against the tree in fear. “Everything else is nice too. I’ll just have to keep you.” Flames light in his eyes, startling you.
You yelp in fear and push his head away on instinct not realizing how hard. You’d looked away in fear with your eyes closed but when you hear his laugh coming from far away you look back only to scream in horror. Only the glowing blue flame is left where his head should be. You struggle and writhe trying to get away from the headless figure before it grabs both wrists slamming you back against the tree. Your back pinned against the rough bark as you can’t move much especially as the realization of the scene before you sinks in.
His hands are colder than the biting wind around you. They move to grip your hips, bringing you toward the headless figure. You look over to the head laying on the ground.
“Quite an arm you’ve got, darling.” He chuckles to himself. “I’m definitely keeping you.”
The body moves away from you to pick up the head. It reatches smoothly, him rolling his head and shoulders before turning back to you with a stoic face. “First thing though, is to teach you some manners. While it would be ashamed to remove that pretty face from that body, I will. It is a privilege not a right.”
His eyes hold his ominous intent like you’ve never seen. He signals his horse which appears from nowhere before stepping closer once again. “Don’t lose your head baby.”
“̶̲͈̓́͌͠Į̵̢͉̞̞̠͉̙̹̆͛̊̓͂́̐̕͝ ̸̠̱̋͑w̸̝̳͖̱͍̝̿̀́̾͌̒̄͑̕i̷̡̙̰͕͑̈́́͠ḽ̸̢̠̖̖̤̱͇̟̼͛̉l̶͇̪͇̤͗̃̉͑͐̚͠͠ͅ ̶̡̢͚͔̬̌̀b̵̤̩͙͖̱̗̆͛e̵̬̱͖̭͚͍̥̦͗̆̍̚ ̸̮́͘ŷ̷̧̱̜̻̦̫̭̞́ơ̶͓͔̳͑̓̓̾͜ů̵̱͑̇͂ͅŗ̷̛̛̩̲͔̟̼͔̰̂̿͐̉̚ͅ ̵̡̢̫̟̗̙̗̟͈̖̎͛̎̐͐̎̃̚u̵̧͖̞̫̱̿̀̐n̷̛̤̻͉̝͐͒̏̕̕̚͝d̴̯͕̹̾̓̕o̵̳̜̟̖̫̼͈̜͊̊̒̐͆̔͂́͜͜į̴̛̈́̂n̸̦̮̞̼̫͍̾́̑̕͝ͅͅḡ̸̭̪͎͉̠͙͔”̷̢̧͎͉̙͎̇̀̈́̆̒͘
