#josef creep x reader

[alessiathepirate]

Creep 2014

THE CONSEQUENCES OF A SMALL MISTAKE: Josef x fem!reader

Summary: The butterfly effect - the idea that small things can have big consequences. In her case, a small mistake gave her the opportunity to escape death.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

I didn't really plan to write any type of fanfiction or oneshot for this movie, even if I think it's fantastic (including the sequel) and unsettling, but there aren't many works out there for it - so I thought I'd try my best. And after some ideas and motivation, here it is! I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! :)

Warnings: swearing, implied stalking, slightly referenced violence and/or murder, attempted murder

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the butterfly effect:

the butterfly effect is the idea that small things can have non-linear impacts on a complex system

or: the idea that the smallest things can have big consequences

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She ran out of coffee. There was none left in the small metal container she usually kept the coffee beans in, and the cheap three in one box was empty as well.

That realization hurt in the morning, especially when she woke up late and knew that she'll be late for work. And the fact that the coffee was gone made the already bad day even worse.

She should've checked it, that's what she told herself as she went through her day without her usual, great cup of coffee. The one they make at her workplace couldn't be called coffee at all and the nearest coffee shop was too far away to go there during her break.

So she had to survive without the coffein she loved.

Such a small thing. A small mistake, a usual occurance - something what can happen to anybody anytime. Yet the consequences of her not checking on the metal container on Sunday were greater than she could've ever imagined.

She was home just before seven. It was already starting to get dark and she was tired. Way too tired to care about anything, to notice the unusual things happening around her or remembering the things she had promised she'd do. She didn't notice the package on her porch, even if the box was big enough to reach past her knees. She walked past it, trying to grab her keys from her bag to open the door.

"You didn't answer my calls..." the voice was so sudden she dropped her keys as her hands shook violently, her eyes no longer tired, but wide open. Her throat felt tight as held onto her bag tightly, her knuckles turning white as she looked around on the porch, examining all the dark corners to decide where to aim with it.

It took a few seconds for her to realize she knew that voice. It wasn't a stranger even if his voice did sound strange from time to time, it was high pitched when he was excited and he was excited at the weirdest moments.

"For fucks sake, you scared the Hell out of me!" she spoke up, her voice rough - then, after she realized how rude she must've sounded, she apologized with a small, tired smile: "I had a long day, I didn't mean to shout at you."

Her expression changed, going back to its exhausted self. She let go of her bag, letting it sit on her shoulder as she crouched down to find her keys.

Then the guy she knew as Josef walked closer to her, showing her which dark corner he was hiding in. He let the shadows draw dark shapes onto his face before he too crouched down, immediately finding the keys she was looking for.

"Thank you." she said as she took them from him, standing back up to open the door.

"It's okay." he was unusually quiet as he observed her every move, even after she stepped inside, leaving the door open for him. "No movie night then?"

She stopped, for a second feeling very much awake as she gently hit her forehead with her hand.

"Fuck, I totally forgot about it." for a moment she looked like she's about to cry. "I'm one poor excuse of a friend." she kicked her shoes off and let her bag fall to the ground as she quickly disappeared into the house - her voice had an unusual pitch to it as she shouted back: "Do you want some tea or something? Hot chocolate maybe? Heck, that's the least I can do - I'm so sorry."

Even in her tired and pityful mood she still knew that in the next few seconds Josef will turn up somewhere - behind her, next to her, in the other room when she leaves the kitchen. He did that a lot, scaring her either as a plan or as an accident. This was the case that time too.

"Hot chocolate's fine." she jumped a little, her heart beating faster as his voice came from directly behind her; she could feel his breath on the back of her neck.

Although she said nothing to it, because it had became an everyday thing, she still needed a few moments to collect herself.

"Okay. Give me a moment." she whispered, the sentence having two meanings: Give me a moment to get the hot chocolate done and Give me a moment to collect myself after you scared me.

"Did you order something?" Josef asked as he walked around the kitchen, looking at all the appliences and touching some of them even if he's seen them many times before.

"What do you mean?" she furrowed her eyebrows as she got the mugs ready, not understanding his question. She didn't order anything.

"You have a package on the porch."

"Great." she muttered, her tiredness showing once again. "Must be the wrong address. But whatever, I'll deal with it tomorrow."

She couldn't see him, but she heard his breathing and his steps as she melted some chocolate and poured some milk into the mugs.

" 'You sure?"

Why wouldn't I be?

"Yeah. I've got a movie night to make up for." she smiled as she added some cream to the drinks; she then turned towards him, her smile not disappearing at all even her eyes hurt a bit. "I don't have any popcorn, but we can still watch something if it's okay."

They both looked at the other, neither of them blinking as if they'd like to win a sudden challenge. He tilted his head, examining her posture or gestures - she couldn't tell, but she felt like she's telling him more than she'd like to.

His gaze was strange. Everything was more unusual about him ever since he turned up on her porch. She didn't necessary like it, but she didn't dare to point it out either.

And then suddenly, as if someone just pressed a switch in him, he smiled. More like grined. His whole mood changed in a second - and the oddness of it activated her fight or flight reflex. The fear ran through her fast, it made her shiver and her hands twitch slightly.

She has never been afraid of him before. Maybe she should've - her instincts told her.

"It's okay." his grin stayed and it made her feel like prey. "Let's watch something."

"Yeah." it wasn't more than a whisper for herself to gain her strength back as she watched Josef leave the kitchen - she soon followed him with the mugs. "So- what'll we watch?"

"'Interview with the Vampire'?" she looked at him as she put down the mugs on the coffee table right in front of the TV, and she couldn't help but let out a tired, half-annoyed sigh despite the coldness that ran through her back.

"Again?" she asked with a small, but knowing smile and even if the weird feeling didn't leave her chest, it was still an honest one. "We watched it last week too."

"Please?"

She just shook her head with a weak smile and was already on her way to connect the old DVD player to the TV, and then look for the cheap copy of the movie. She didn't have to look for long. It was right where they left it last week after he had gotten bored and pressured her into taking a walk around the neighborhood late at night.

"All right. Just because I owe you- and you're one of the few people I actually care about."

After everything was set and the first shot appeared on the TV, she finally sat down on the couch and leaned back - both her worry and hot chocolate forgotten as her limbs were finally stretched and resting. That was when she really felt the missing doses of coffein; her whole body felt heavier than usual now that she was past the hard part of the day. Now that she could see the familiar actors and hear the familiar lines; now that she could feel Josef's thigh against her own, she finally started to give up.

It felt too nice and comfortable. She doubted that she can wait out the whole two hours and two minutes - she had seen the Interview with the Vampire so many times she knew everyhing about it by heart - without falling asleep.

But until then, she could talk, to keep Josef entertained. He had to be entertained unless she wanted to wake up to him scaring her and having a heart attack.

"Did you do anything interesting today?" she asked as she slowly sat up to reach her drink.

"Sure. I shot a short film for the collection."

"Well, at least you had a more exciting day then I had." she yawned. "Will you show me some of it? Someday..."

"Someday." maybe if she was more alert, she would've seen the change in his tone and gestures.

She put the mug back down. The movie continued. They stayed quiet.

Unusually quiet.

Josef is very rarely calm and silent. He either has to be in a bad mood or has to be very tired. And as she looked at him from the corner of her eyes she couldn't see any of it.

And then, later, the more tired she was, the more alert he became. His back straightened, but not from the excitement she came to know - from something else, something new; something she hasn't seen before.

Seemingly, he was thinking. She knew it from the way the muscles around his mouth moved. But she couldn't tell what was on his mind. It must've been something big and serious. She didn't dare to ask.

"You know..." her eyes were halfway closed when Josef spoke up. "I really thought you wouldn't care if we missed this movie night."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You're tired."

"So?" she asked. "I'm always the tired one. You simply have more energy. Besides, it's just the addiction - coffee is a pretty strong drug." she chuckled quietly.

"I was thinking, maybe I'll keep you as my friend." if she noticed the dark tone of his voice, she didn't give it away at all.

"Well it's really nice of you to think so Josef, since we've been friends for the last two months." she turned towards him, her lips slightly curling upwards. "But I'll be happy if you keep me."

"I might."

And then soon, she was gone.

Her eyes closed, because she couldn't keep them open any longer and her whole being relaxed; her body didn't feel heavy anymore.

Perhaps she should have been worried. Scared - to fall asleep. But that's not how it went down, she gave up the fight with sleep and even if she lost, that's what saved her life.

The Interview with the Vampire kept on playing on the TV, the light from it made it possible to see in the room. Five minutes went by, then ten. And suddenly her head was resting on Josef's shoulder.

If she was awake, she would've noticed how stiff his posture has become or how he almost moved further away from her. But in the end he stayed and after he worked on his position on the couch, he decided to put aside the knife he had in his hand.

He slightly moved his head so his chin wouldn't touch the top of her head as he found the right angle to examine her from. He had seen her do a lot of stuff. He had seen her cook and clean, go to work and to the store or do whatever she liked to do in her free time - all without her knowledge. He hadn't seen her sleep yet.

She seemed calm, trusting. But then again every single person looks calm in his or her sleep. Trusting on the other hand - not many people would put their trust in him. Only the very naive or stupid ones. But he knew she wasn't stupid, nor naive. She had a decent job, a decent life and she didn't talk to everyone. Yet she talked to him.

He raised one of his hands and took hold of a lock of hair softly. He twisted it around his fingers and then awkwardly petted her head.

There was no fun in killing her in that moment. She was asleep. She hadn't seen the package yet. She hadn't seen the VHS tape he put in it. There wasn't enough fear in her yet.

But then again there was something else. There was trust and perhaps, just perhaps it may be more interesting than fear. It for sure felt nicer than her fear.

He brushed his fingers along the outline of her face as if he'd like to know every single bone or wrinkle. He stayed there and raked his fingers through her hair and smelled it too.

Later he put his knife away.

And after he put her in a more comfortable position on the couch, he went outside to get to the package before she does. He cut it open and after he retrieved the necklace he put in it, he set the rest of it aside. He'll get rid of it before she wakes up.

Maybe if she trusts him this much she'll like it.

If she likes him this much she'll definitely like it.

He sat down next to her on the couch again, his gaze was once on the movie and once on her.

That's what it took her to avoid death.

Her forgetfulness, her addiction and her trust. One simple mistake.

And after unknowingly escaping death, she's got an even clingier and stranger Josef than before.

But then again, it's still better, isn't it?

[iloveolderman0]

Yandere Josef?? 🤔

Yes sir! He will be alpha male 💀

I was actually wondering what type of yandere he will be but I’m not sure, idk if he might be a weird one or not but ehh Let’s try!

NOTICE ME

Yandere!Josef x Gn!reader

!Warnings! Josef being a yandere, Obsessive love, unhealthy relationship, kidnapping & more!

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- When you decided to be his camera person He was happy that he had someone to record him and to end up in the record pile

- but that all changed when you met in person

- He was gobsmacked and scratched the plan he originally made

- Once he got to know you and you introduced yourself to him he did the same when you guys were walking in his house ( like the scene he did with Sarah)

- he did try to scare you but if it worked he will be so happy about and if it didn’t work he will be like oh… whoopsies

- When you also questioned his job experience he just flat out ignored you

- The more time you stayed there to record him the more weirder, more clingy and obsessive he became

- Once it was time for you to leave he took you to a spot, through the woods which did give you a bad feeling but you ignored it

- You we’re taken so far into woods you don’t even know how long you have been walking until he stopped and turned around to face you

- You still had the camera in your hand and it was pointed at him still, You were confused and had a bad feeling and your gut was telling you to leave

- He expressed how he loved you and how much you make him feel needed and how you guys are like wolves

- he went into detail about the wolf thing and yeah even about the mating stuff 😭

- you looked at him like he was insane and you got second hand in embarrassment from the wolf talk

- you caught him off at some point when he was getting into more detail about what he wants to have with you and what he wants to do to you

- You told him nicely that you didn’t want to be with him and you apologised

- When you were about to leave he knocked you out with a rock and dragged or carried your body to the cabin

- When you woke up, you had a chain around your ankle and arm to prevent you from escaping or doing anything that might harm him or yourself

- It was hell and torture, You were stuck with a man you didn’t even love

- He never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do, but he did force you to eat and drink

- Whenever you did try to escape he did get mad at you

- He started to get weird and said to you that you were his mate, his lover and you know where this is going

- you looked at him disgusted and uncomfortable by his presence and what he just talked about

- He just want you to love him back and if you keep saying no he just shows you a clip of killing people that he had as a camera person

- He just wants you and only, just love him back!

- he always reminds you that you’re his and he doesn’t care if you keep denying it

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Thank you so much for sending this in! I feel like Josef will be the type of one to kidnap you tho, He’s a little bit weird but you don’t care he’s your little pookie bear 🐻

[ghoastixx]

Hi! This is a request for Josef and maybe some of the lost boys if that’s alright (and you can add anyone else if you would like too btw)

So this might be weird but If you don’t feel comfortable on doing it you don’t have too, anywaysss! How would they react to a 10’11 female whose buff and a whose also kinda like a tiger mutant who’s has thangs and sharp claws with stripes? And they growl and can roar??? THIS SOUNDS SO WEIRD IM SORRY (the reader is basically like a tiger but a mutant human tiger whoses really tall and acts like a tiger basically and doesn’t wear full clothes on like beads or stuff like that to cover themselves up)

Hey luv, thanks for the request, and don’t worry I don’t think it’s very weird-

AN: to everyone who has been sending me requests I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten to them, I see them and am in the process of writing them. Will get the pride ones out before pride month is over.

Slashers x fem tiger mutant! Reader

•Josef

-he loves you so much!?

-like it’s unhealthy, he’s obsessed.

-he sees you as a gift.

-the first time he saw you he was utterly baffled at your height. He really went O_O

-He’d ask questions about your beads or what your work out routine is while he’s debating on if he’s going to go through with it and kill you or not.

-When you two are dating he’d make it a goal to find all of your stripes, or scratch your ears.

-let’s be honest he’d probably bring Peachfuzz into it somehow as like a fetish so-

-He’d give you different cloths.

-thinks your fangs are so cool.

-he thinks your sexy.

-scratch this man’s back with your claws. He will become putty.

-Growl at him and he will moan. (Don’t shoot me I’m just the messenger)

The lost boys (together but somewhat separate)

-when they first saw you they probably mistook you for a vampire due to your fangs, but that was quickly dismissed

-Giant ego boost for David.

-Dwayne would take more of an interest in the art of you. Were you born like this? Do you work out or is it genetics? How do you eat? Where are your stripes? Do you have a balanced diet? The list goes on and on

-Paul uses it for bragging rights TM

-Marko would see you as a muse. An incredibly sexy muse at that.

-if part of your diets is blood? You’d fit right in to their hunting trips. But if not? You’ll have to turn a blind eye because the boys will come home dripping.

-Paul would probably use your strength as an advantage to win board walk games.

-growl at them? They will growl back.

-pick Paul up. Give Paul a piggy back ride.

-Ghoastix

My inbox is always open although it takes me a million years to respond!!!!

[yourlocalcryingcryptid]

Slasher Showdown

Two little freaks, why must they fight? Can they not just infodump about cameras and lie 😔

[cuntghoulie]

Tall Goddess Reader

Reader x Josef (Creep)/ The Man (Hush)/Kurt Kunkle

I lost this request, but it essentially asked: What about a goddess reader who is taller than them, and who sleeps in her underwear with no top on?

AN: Ohhhhhhh baby,  It’s been a year and a half, but here we are. If anybody would want a full-NSFW part 2 of this with blurbs for each character… idk lemme know!

WARNING: SLIGHT HINTS AT NSFW, indication that reader is AFAB

Josef

The second he meets you, he’s basically enamored by you

Sure, he’s enamored by many, but he enjoys your height especially

The feeling of being smaller than you and being protected is a feeling this serial killer is not used to

He embraces it full-heartedly

Once you’re in a relationship, and he’s, theoretically, decided to keep you alive, he is utterly obsessed

We knew he would be obsessed, but you didn't’ expect how much he loved your height

He was obsessed with being protected by you, sheltered by you, loved and protected by you

When he sees your sleeping state, he goes nearly feral

He fights so hard to keep his hands to himself, so you should appreciate that much, right?

He can’t help but fondle your curves and skin and your chest as you sleep, wanting to be wrapped up in the warmth of you as much as humanly possible

This man is so clingy it’s absolutely suffocating, but hey, he DID let you live, so…

He will kiss every inch of you, his tongue flattening against your breasts

He only sees the underwear in front of him, with your otherwise unclothed state, as a sort of task

This is the kind of relationship you’ll need one of those underwear indicators: red meaning to go ahead, blue or otherwise meaning to hold back for the night

Can’t promise he’ll follow through though, we should remember who we’re dealing with

He’s incredibly desperate, starved, and loves you more than any other thing in this universe

He’s just GOT to have you, any time, any place

Hush “The Man”

Makes fun of your height at first

Mildly insecure about the fact that you’re taller than him at first, but gets over it fast once he sees the many advantages

AKA: tits in the face

He’s kind of a freak, sorry

He loves watching you and how you move, the way your hips sway when you walk

Not as much as he loves watching you sleep half-naked

His eyes trace over your body, highlighted by the moonlight filtering through the window

He’s outside the window, as per usual

Staring at you, pushing the window open oh so quietly

He crawls forward towards your sleeping state, sliding into bed

His hands immediately spread over your skin as his presses against you

His nose is pressed against your hair, and he wraps his arms around you tightly, giving you a BIIIIIIIG sniff

What a freak

He relaxes once the scent of you fills his senses, and he can finally start to find some sleep with your skin pressed against his

Sure, he loves to look at your nearly-naked body, but he loves the warm feeling of you pressed against him even more, as it lulls him into the only sense of safety he has

Kurt Kunkle

He is pure simp for you

He will get on his knees and worship you if you ask

Kurt is consistently confused as to why you’re in a relationship with him, being a tall goddess such as yourself

He’s such a nerd, such a loser, why would you be with someone lame like him?

Kurt can’t escape the massive ego boost you give him by even being in his life

The first time he sees how you sleeps, he basically loses all functioning skills for a few minutes

You are so gorgeous in every state, but in a peaceful, exposed state like that? Kurt is crawling towards you on his hands and knees.

He just can’t help it, with you so open to him in your sleeping state

He’s basically shaking the whole time, so you wake up the moment he gets onto the bed, the damn chihuahua 

You’re happy for it though, and the bright smile on blushy face as you make eye contact is all the go ahead he needs to bury his face right in your chest

He’s getting a bit too excited though, with all that skin exposed, so he’ll start rutting against you without even noticing it

Guess you’ll have to take care of that! Or you can shove him in the corner to do it himself, but he’ll be whiny the whole next morning.

[lebenspurpur]

love languages

AN: i don't actually know if i ever did this, so i'm doing it now. sorry for the long hiatus, life is packed full of stuff, as usual. i hope you all had a peaceful christmas and an equally peaceful new year's eve.

summary: love languages of the slashers, both receiving and giving.

warnings: mentioned sex in Bo's, mentioned weed and alcohol in Otis', canon backstories of the slashers

slashers: Michael (RZ), Vincent, Bo and Lester, Brahms, Thomas, Otis and Baby, Jason, Josef and Amanda.

(𝕽𝖅) 𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕸𝖞𝖊𝖗𝖘

Giving

Gift giving and acts of service describe Michael's style of loving you perfectly. He may not be the most talkative, physically affective partner, but he's protective and creative.

The protectiveness shows when he takes care of problems you have, no matter how small. The sink needs fixing? He's on it. You need help lifting something heavy? He's ready to flex those muscles. A person at work is annoying you? Just say the word and he'll take care of them.

The creativity becomes visible in the little gifts that get more individual the longer you know him. In the beginning, he gifted you nearly everything he could find: some candy, a dead mouse, sometimes pretty rocks. As time passes, he spends more time on them. Now you get carved bones, self-made masks, he even picks flowers now and then!

Receiving

Michael would never, ever ask for this, but I'm convinced he loves physical touch as a love language. It doesn't even have to be a big thing, Mikey already enjoys you stitching him up when he got hurt again. His personal heaven, though? You, laying on his chest while watching a hilariously bad horror movie and eating some take-out.

𝖁𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

Giving

Totally quality time. It would be gifts, but Vincent's gifts are rarer than you'd expect. Most of the time, he gets too insecure and critical of the gift (mostly a drawing or a sculpture) which stops him from ever giving it to you.

Instead, he makes sure you're comfortable and safe in Ambrose. Whatever you want to do, Vincent will do it with you. Even if you just want to spend the day in bed and cuddle, he's absolutely down. Sometimes he organizes little dates for the two of you, where you can spend some time away from his brothers and the Sinclair residence. Especially after he was too focused on the museum for a while, cute dates are his way of apologizing.

Receiving

100% words of affirmation. While Vincent's childhood was filled with (mostly toxic) compliments, he hasn't heard them in a long, long time. And his little artist ego misses them dearly. It doesn't matter if you praise his art, or anything else, he loves it. He wants to hear how much you love him, that you'd never leave him. He can't relax without some reassuring words. The only compliments, he's sensitive about are the ones about his face.

𝕭𝖔 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

Giving

With Bo, it's actually acts of service. Sure, he's physically expressive as well, always down to touch and caress you, but does he know how to show love through that? No.

He rather focuses on providing for you, mostly by earning a little money to get by. He also prides himself by being the go-to man for reparations around the house.

Receiving

Just like his twin, it's words of affirmation. Unlike Vincent, Bo never got any praise in his early years. He's never known the feeling of being complimented for anything else but his body or his ability to fuck someone. And he doesn't know how much he needs it until you show up. (Imagine him wanting nothing more than to make you proud, so he gets some praise. Shut up, I'm not crying.)

𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

Giving

Oh, Lester loves to give gifts. He's super into crafting and collecting stuff he finds to make something new out of it. Stuff like bone necklaces, animals carved out of wood or self-made jewelry. They're always so beautiful, and you're sure he spends hours making them.

Though, during busy times, he has to content with a small bouquet of wildflowers he got for you. You're always excited anyway, no matter the size of the gift.

Receiving

I strongly believe one of Lester's dreams is a wholesome, domestic lifestyle with a spouse he can come home to. So it's acts of service. He loves coming home to a warm and comfortable home with you waiting for him. And if you cook him a meal? He's in heaven.

However, he also adores physical touch. Nothing is more relaxing than laying on your lap with your fingers in his hair.

𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖒𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖊

Giving

I think it's obvious that Brahms' love language is physical touch. He can not keep his hands off of you. And he doesn't care whether you're busy or not.

To cut him some slack, there's no slasher that knows how to be as comforting with touch as Brahms is. Plus, his hands are the softest.

Receiving

Who would've thought, it's still physical touch. In addition to that, words of affirmation. Brahms loves touching, and he loves being touched equally much. He also likes being praised, as we all know.

On a more serious note, Brahms needs your voice to ground himself pretty often. His entire life was filled with so many rules and restrictions, it's strange to be a free man suddenly. Praising him, complimenting him, reassuring him - it often saves him from spiraling into a melt-down when something goes wrong.

𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖙

Giving

Tommy prides himself as the provider of his family (because he is). Therefor, his love language is acts of service. He sews for you, he fixes things for you, he threatens Hoyt when he once again crosses a line. Thomas would do anything for you, really. His biggest fear is to be without you, and so he works hard to eradicate any chance of that ever happening.

Receiving

Thomas is so touch starved, he adores physical touch. Ever since he was born, people were too afraid or too disgusted to touch him, to even get close to him. The only exception was Luda Mae. He used to think he would die without knowing any loving touch.

And then you came around, and you're so affective, so sweet to him. Tommy doesn't think he deserves you, but whenever you touch him, he melts anyway.

𝕺𝖙𝖎𝖘 𝕯𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉

Giving

As surprising as it sounds, Otis' love language is giving gifts. Otis isn't good with words (don't get me wrong, he can hold speeches like a champ, but let's be honest, he'd rather bite his tongue off than say anything emotional), he's often rougher than he'd like, he's lazy and his past-time activities are... special. In his eyes, there's only one way to prove his adoration, and it's surprisingly well-chosen gifts.

Otis always seems to know what you're currently interested in or what you wanted for a while. When he hands you the gift, he brushes it off like it's nothing, even if you're getting super emotional, but you know he means well. (He steals them, by the way, I don't think he pays for anything ever.)

Receiving

Otis loves to spend time with you, so quality time. He's been alone for so long, it's refreshing to have someone beside him who actually enjoys his company. Sure, he has his family, but nothing compares to the presence of a significant other. He loves movie nights with the two of you, even better if they involve weed or alcohol.

𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖑𝖞

Giving

Spending quality time with you is one of her favorite ways to show her affection. It's up to you what the two of you are doing. Baby's down for doing each other's makeup, she's also down for robbing a bank. You have a lot of options.

Receiving

Baby loooooves getting gifts. It doesn't matter how expensive or big they are. Anything you decide to give to her is being cherished. Be it a lipstick you bought or a drawing of her, Baby will never forget it. Gifts make her feel so wanted, so spoiled.

𝕵𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖋

Giving

Josef is very, very good with words, especially words of affirmation. It's kind of ironic, given how awkward he can be.

But really, he's praise as a person. Josef loves to compliment and worship you. No matter what you did, he has to make sure you know how much he adores and cherishes you and how wonderful you are.

Receiving

As seen in Creep 2, Josef needs someone to spend quality time with. Doesn't matter if you're going for a walk or just enjoying a bath together (we all know what scene I'm talking about), just being around you makes him happy.

Nevertheless, we also see him being extremely touch-starved. Josef is aching for some physical touch, and if you give it to him, he'll cherish the ground you walk on.

𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖁𝖔𝖔𝖗𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖘

Giving

Jason is always proud to say he's a providing type of man. Acts of service are such an easy way for him to show his love. He hunts for the two of you, he cooks, he renovates, Jason is all about making your life as comfortable and easy-going as possible.

Receiving

Jason misses words of affirmation. Just tell him how strong and attractive he is, and the boy is blushing redder than anything you've ever seen before. Praise about his work (as in his cooking or certain fixes he made) make him swell with pride as well. He adores how tender your voice is when you talk with him.

𝕬𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌

Giving

In Amanda's eyes, making sure you're safe is her number one priority. She protects you, she gives you a comfortable life, free of any worries she could possibly get rid of. Her acts of service often contain getting rid of any evidence that traces you to her, but she loves the satisfaction of knowing that you're looked after.

Receiving

Amanda misses the simple sensation of having dinner with someone she loves, or watching a movie cuddled together. Spending quality time is very, very important to her, and she often neglects tasks she got from John, simply because she misses your company.

[hannahbisssssss]

Creep Josef Headcannons

Someone Tries to Hurt You

Oh boy.

Josef is ON THEM like hornets in their nest.

Instantly comes to your rescue, knowing that you’re being harassed the second he sees how uncomfortable you look. 

Josef is not a physically intimidating guy per se, but he knows how to hold his own.

I mean. Come on. He’s killed 39 people. He’s learned a thing or two. 

There is an almost instant fight. 

Josef, contrary to popular belief, doesn’t like to fight unfairly.

For you, however, he would fight a thousand times over in the most unfair way possible.

“We can do this right here, or outside. Honestly, I’m fine either way.”

If you try to hold him back, he’s incredibly gentle with you, grabbing your arm or holding your hand. 

“Let’s just go.” 

“You’re one lucky son of a bitch.”

Punches the dude in the mouth if he tries anything else.

It had been a particularly rough day at the office, and Josef suggested that you go out for the night. He didn’t tend to enjoy large crowds, but he knew you were more comfortable in them and wanted to cater to you. You both decided to go to a low-key bar downtown, as it offered a larger area than the house, but a small enough area so you could both see each other. 

When you got to the bar, Josef instantly went to order drinks for the two of you. He doesn’t tend to drink, but is comfortable doing it around you. As he walked away, you went to find a place to sit. You found a nice booth near one of the windows, which showed the beautiful scenery outside. Something for the both of you.

“Why hello there, darlin’,” a thickly drawled voice came from behind. Turning around, thinking it was Josef trying to play a trick on you, your smile fell as you saw a large and intimidating man staring at you. 

“Hello,” you tried to keep the conversation short. 

“How are you this fine evening?”

“I’m alright. Just waiting for my boyfriend to come back with our drinks.” That should work.

“Oh come on, sweetheart, how about you and I spend the evening together?” Or not.

“I’m not really comfortable with that. Thank you though,” your politeness would be the death of you. Josef always tried to teach you to be more assertive, which clearly wasn’t working tonight. 

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave you alone for the night.” Thank god. “If you give me a kiss.” Jesus.

“Look, I’m not trying to cause a fight or anything, but I would really appreciate it if you just left me alone.”

“You making friends over here, my dear?” Josef’s voice came from behind the mountain of a man. You have never been so relieved.

“You could say that,” the man said, turning to face Josef. 

“If you were lying you certainly could,” you responded. The man turned back to scowl at you. 

“Well, it seems that my girlfriend is not comfortable with you being around her, and I suggest that you listen to her. Once is more than enough times to tell you to fuck off.” Josef’s smile was intimidating; his eyes were deadly serious. 

“I don’t take kindly to smaller guys telling me what to do,” the man stood up to his full height.

“And you clearly won’t listen when anybody tells you no. Now, big guy, I would seriously recommend you take a few steps back so I can hand my girlfriend’s drink to her. I don’t want any trouble.”

“I’m sure you don’t, little guy,” the man took a step towards Josef. 

“Let’s just go, Josef,” you said, trying to gently move towards him. Unfortunately, the man was still in the way, and he grabbed your shoulder as you tried to get close to Josef. Now, you weren’t exactly sure what was going through Josef’s mind, but it wasn’t good. You knew this wasn’t going to end well, so you pulled yourself away from the man’s grip, grabbing Josef’s arm. 

“It’s okay, honey. We can just go home, alright?” Josef, clearly not wanting to leave the situation, had an unsettling smile on his face.

“After this son of a bitch apologizes to you, I would be glad to, Y/N.” 

“I ain’t apologizing for shit,” the man spat towards you.

“That’s what I was hoping you would say,” Josef spoke casually. Quickly, he threw the two drinks at the man’s face, punching him in the mouth the second he was blinded by the liquid. The man staggered, trying to wipe the alcohol out from his eyes. The punch disoriented him, however, and Josef took the opportunity to kick the man in the balls. 

“If you ever come around here and harass my girlfriend, or any other woman, I’ll make sure to find where you live and fuck you up there, too.” That was clearly a lie. He would be looking up where this man lived the second he could. The bouncer was nearing us, ready to throw the two of us out. You rested your hand on Josef’s shoulder. 

“Let’s get out of here, honey.” Josef just nodded, shrugging off the hand of the bouncer that tried to grab his other shoulder.

“We’re already leaving.” The two of you walk out together, making the trek back to your car. 

“I really appreciate you standing up for me.”

“I could’ve fucking killed him right then,” he growled. 

“I’m glad you didn’t. I wouldn’t want to have a boyfriend in jail,” Josef finally sighed, smiling at you. 

“That wouldn’t be good for either of us,” he replied. 

“Nope!” With that, I kissed him on the cheek, ready to head home after the hectic day the two of us had.

[sraghost]

To Be Loved Is To Be Changed :)

This took me forever. Here the version without colours You can't imagine how many screenshots I took to do this stupid freak. they look a bit redhead don't they? I push a little to far on the red, well, fuck it, it makes me happy hehe shiny lights

[defectivevillain]

live to die another day

pairing: Josef/Reader

reader's gender & race are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors used.

summary: “Hi, I’m the videographer,” you say, before introducing yourself. You decide to use a fake name—as you normally do. You don’t think anyone needs to know your real name. The majority of your customers just want a specific service from you and, as long as your videography can fulfill their desires, they don’t care what your name is. Josef seems different in that regard. He stares at you for a moment with a scrutinizing gaze. “That’s not your real name,” he says, with a ghost of a smile, “I can tell.” Josef’s stare is eerie, as if he is peering right through you.

word count: 3.1k | ao3 version

From the moment you pull into the driveway, you know something is off. At the time, you can’t explain it. But you will soon have answers to all your questions.

It begins, as most things do, with a knock on a front door. As you had trudged up the steps of this cabin, nestled away in the forest, you couldn’t help but feel a bit wary. The place is a bit too secluded for your liking—and the axe lodged into the tree stump at the foot of the stairs certainly hadn’t increased your confidence. Still, you had ultimately decided to walk up the steps and knock on the door. It’s a bit too late to go back now, you think to yourself. Besides, a thousand dollars is a thousand dollars—and you need the money. 

There is no one answering the door, to your immediate annoyance. “Hello?” You say. There is no response. You decide to knock again, a bit louder than last time. For a few seconds, there is still no answer. Just as you’re about to turn around and abandon your plans for the day, the door slowly creaks open. 

There is a man standing in the doorway. He has short brown hair and greenish eyes, and he wears an unassuming black shirt and pants. Overall, he looks relatively normal. “Hello, I’m Josef,” the man says, his lips tugging ever so slightly at the corners. His smile sends a shiver down your spine. The gesture looks almost wooden—mechanical and unnatural. 

“Hi, I’m the videographer,” you say, before introducing yourself. You decide to use a fake name—as you normally do. You don’t think anyone needs to know your real name. The majority of your customers just want a specific service from you and, as long as your videography can fulfill their desires, they don’t care what your name is. 

Josef seems different in that regard. He stares at you for a moment with a scrutinizing gaze. “That’s not your real name,” he says, with a ghost of a smile, “I can tell.” Josef’s stare is eerie, as if he is peering right through you. 

“It is,” you lie through gritted teeth. Dusty alarms are flashing and blaring in your head. You need the money, you remind yourself. It doesn’t matter if this guy is a little weird. As long as you survive the night, you’ll be fine. You’ve seen weird before—you can handle weird. You just hope this guy isn’t outright dangerous. “It’s my real name.” You maintain. 

There is a long pause, wrought with silence and tension. “Okay,” Josef eventually remarks, although he looks disbelieving. “Well, anyway, I’m glad you’re here. Can we start with a hug?” You don’t even get a chance to shake your head and step away before you’re being tugged past the doorway and into a hug. The man’s arms wrap around you and, for a split second, his grip feels unbreakable. You feel your breath stutter and you just barely manage to keep your composure. You get the feeling you don’t hide your thoughts well enough, because Josef has a knowing grin on his face as you break apart. 

What Josef says next is, in a word, unbelievable. It’s not the story itself that seems untrue—it’s the way he delivers it. For some reason, you can’t get rid of the somewhat unfounded conviction that Josef is lying. You decide to play along, since you really don’t have a choice. It helps that Josef gives you half of the money you agreed on, with the promise that he’ll give you the rest once the night is up. Then, he promptly takes you upstairs and proclaims that he’s going to take a bath—to which you are forced to be an unwilling spectator. The man’s bath—or “tubby,” as he calls it—would be a sweet sentiment if it weren’t so… unsettling. You bite down any comments and manage to keep quiet the entire time. 

If the tubby is bad, then what follows is much worse. Josef proceeds to take you on a drive towards an undisclosed location that supposedly has water with healing properties. You’re then forced to follow after him on a long, brutal hike up rocky slopes and through thickets of trees. You’re very close to giving up and abandoning the money you were promised, but the two of you manage to make it to the place Josef was looking for. He seems to think the heart carved into the rock formation below is a “sign” meant for him, and you don’t have the energy to argue. Josef then urges you to join him in wading in the water. You try refusing, but he eventually grabs you by the arm and pulls you in before you can resist. Then, the man pulls you into another hug. You feel goosebumps rising along your skin—and not just from the freezing temperature of the water.

After your hike, you stop at a diner. Josef claims the place has excellent pancakes, yet he looks at the menu as if seeing it for the first time. This is yet another red flag to add to the quickly growing pile of unsettling observations you’ve made about him. You’ve made it this far, though. You’re more than halfway through the day now. You can do this. 

Your meal with Josef is awkward at first. You don’t feel like talking, and you can feel Josef’s gaze burning into your skin. Eventually, he is the one to break the silence. “Have you ever done something you’re ashamed of?” Josef asks you, in the hazy afternoon sunlight. 

You still feel that honesty is dangerous, so you make up a story about falling from your chair and hitting your head in kindergarten. Josef seems to buy it. He takes another bite of his pancakes, before a contemplative expression falls onto his face. 

“I have a confession to make,” he murmurs, looking at you expectantly. “Something I’m ashamed of.” You purse your lips and take a deep breath, before urging him to continue. Josef seems to hesitate. You can’t tell if his hesitation is genuine or manufactured. He pulls out his phone and opens his camera roll, before turning it around to show you. “I took pictures of you… when you first arrived.” Indeed, he swipes through several photos of you sitting in your car, walking up the steps, and standing near the front door. 

Your ears are ringing. Your vision is tunneling. “Why?” You choke out. 

“I thought… maybe if I got to know you before you got to know me… then I would be less scared.” Josef admits. He looks down at his interlocked hands. There is malice lingering in the pull of his lips. “Do you forgive me?”

Something is wrong with this man. You don’t know what it is, and you’re certain you don’t want to find out. You breathe in, breathe out. Blink a few times. You let your gaze wander across your surroundings. “...Yes.” You really don’t have a choice, do you? Whatever gets you out of this situation faster.

“Really?” Josef asks. 

“Yes,” you respond. Josef seems to visibly brighten, and his energy from before begins to return. Meanwhile, you’re trying to figure out how to leave as early as possible. Technically, you were booked for the whole day. Fortunately, it’s already turning dark outside. Once the two of you finish eating and head back to his place, it will be late enough for you to leave. You just need to survive the rest of this meal and the car ride back. 

Josef isn’t as keen to let you depart, however. Once you return to his home, he’s quick to head up the first few steps. Once he notices that you aren’t following him, he freezes and turns back around. “Come on, have a drink,” he smiles. In the dark, his eyes almost seem to glitter. 

“I really should go,” you say, shoving your trembling hands into your pockets. Your heel drags back against the gravel underneath your foot. You’re so close to your car. As if sensing your thoughts, Josef walks back down the steps and stops in front of you. He claps a hand on your shoulder. 

“Just one drink,” Josef insists. “Then, I promise you can leave.”

This is a horrible idea. His fingers are digging into your shoulder. “Fine,” you say through gritted teeth, refusing to acknowledge the dread coiling at the pit of your stomach. Josef’s grip leaves for a moment, before he slings his arm around your shoulders and leads you back up to his home. You’re grateful that it’s dark outside, because otherwise, he would likely see the terror you’re sure is written all over your face. Once you make it inside, Josef is quick to move to the kitchen and grab the whiskey. He returns with two glasses and pours you a drink. The two of you clink glasses and take a drink. You cough at the sheer strength of the alcohol. 

“Look at us,” Josef says after a moment. “This has just been a great day. I’ve just made a friend.” We’re not friends is lodged in your throat. For some reason, you feel as if it’s dangerous to disagree. So, instead, you keep quiet. 

For a while, there is nothing but a tense silence. “You’re awfully quiet,” Josef then remarks casually. “Something on your mind?” There’s a gleam in his eyes. You take a deep breath and down the rest of your drink, before getting to your feet. 

“Okay,” you say resolutely, slamming your drink against the table with a bit too much force. “It’s time for me to go.”

“What?” Josef asks. You ignore him and walk towards the kitchen, grabbing your jacket and putting it on. “You just got here, we just sat down. Come on, stay a while.” 

“I had a drink, and now I really need to-” You break off, freezing in place. To your surprise, the rest of your payment is tucked into the pocket of your jacket. But that’s not what you’re looking for. You rifle around in your jacket pocket one more time. Sure enough, your keys aren’t there. “Josef,” you say, your voice sounding eerily calm despite your mounting trepidation. 

“Yes?” He asks, immune to your internal panic and growing suspicions. 

You take a deep breath. “Do you have my keys?” You’re unable to hide the accusatory tone in your voice.  

“I don’t,” Josef responds, a flicker of confusion and betrayal on his face. You frown and try to think back to where you put them. Actually, you don’t remember moving them at all. They’ve been in your jacket pocket this whole time. You never touched them. That look on Josef’s face… It’s an act, it’s all an act, you realize. 

“Yes, you do,” you maintain, “I know you have them. They were in my jacket. I haven’t touched it since we got back.”

Josef stares at you for a long moment. Your heart is racing out of your chest, but you stand your ground. You can’t stay here even a moment longer. You need to get home. You need to leave, you need to escape. You can’t shake the feeling that you’re in grave danger. 

You don’t know how long you spend staring at each other. At some point, Josef’s serious expression breaks into a grin. “Clever,” he says, pointing at you before reaching into his pocket. Your keys sit in his palm and, for an awful moment, you think he isn’t going to hand them over. Then, Josef throws them to you. You catch them and turn around, muttering a quick goodbye and practically running to the front door. You take the steps down two at a time, your breathing growing erratic. Even when you get into your car and lock it, you’re terrified. A dark silhouette stands out against the dim lighting cast on the porch. Josef is watching, even as you pull out of his driveway and drive away. You don’t feel safe until you’ve reached your home and have locked the door behind you. You lock all your windows, then double check that they’re locked and close the curtains. It takes a while for you to fall asleep that night. 

The next morning, you’re greeted with a package on your doorstep. Inside is a disc and a stuffed wolf. The stuffed animal looks innocuous at first. Upon closer examination, you realize that there’s something rattling inside it. You hesitantly rip the back open, revealing a silver chain. When you tug the chain, it frees itself from the stuffing and catches the light in your living room to reveal a heart shaped pendant. The inside of the pendant has a photo of you next to a photo of Josef, and there are initials engraved on the outside of it. A ‘J’ for him and… an initial for your first name—your real first name. He knows your real name, and he knows your address. 

After barely a moment of contemplation, you throw the necklace, wolf, and DVD in the trash. You try to go about your day as usual, but you know you’re doing a pretty poor job of pretending that everything is fine. Your coworkers tell you as much, and you’re soon dismissed with the order to “relax.” You huff a laugh at the thought. Everything is worse when you’re home, because Josef knows you live there. For all you know, he could be breaking in to watch you sleep.  

In the span of three days, you get two more discs. You throw away the second one. The third one is the last one, judging from the writing on it. For some reason, you decide to trust the message and place the disc in your disc player. After all, you threw away the first two. You’re curious to see what this one contains. 

For a moment, there is nothing. Then, the screen stutters to life and you find yourself looking at Josef. He raises his eyebrows at the camera, before shaking his head. Josef greets you, before uttering your real name and shaking his head. “You threw away my other gifts,” he says. “I was very disappointed. Heartbroken.” Somehow, he looks entirely sincere. Was he truly heartbroken?

“Still, I’m offering you a chance,” Josef continues, “An olive branch, if you will. I don’t want this to end between us.”

“This is Lake Gregory,” he states. “It’s wide open, as you can see…” He breaks off and pivots the camera so that you get a full view of the place. “I will be here tomorrow, sitting at this park bench.” He takes a breath and smiles, before the camera clicks off. You’re left to stare at your blank television screen in disbelief. 

You know you shouldn’t go to the lake—it would be incredibly dangerous. Yet, you can’t continue living as if nothing happened. Every flicker of a shadow, every minute noise has you paranoid. You can’t keep living like this—jumping at every sudden movement. You think about calling the police again, before remembering how they treated you when you tried calling before. Josef isn’t the guy’s real name and his home was a rental. He’s virtually undetectable, the officer on the phone said. You remember hanging up and nearly slamming your phone down on the table in frustration and helplessness. 

It’s a crazy thought, but this could be your chance at closure. If you don’t show up, you’re sure you’ll be stalked for the rest of your life. You’d live in constant fear, knowing that Josef could be lurking in any shadow or around any corner. But, this way, you could end things. You could put an end to the uncertainty. 

The thought is what pushes you to walk out to the car determinedly the next day, plug Lake Gregory into your navigation, and drive along. Some time later, you pull into a parking spot and look out to the shimmering water. You don’t see Josef, but you get the sense that he’s here somewhere. If there were even a minute chance of you showing up, he would have to be here. You take a deep breath and step out of the car, before walking to the park bench. You’re certain your heart has never raced so fast. When you make it to the bench, you turn around with your back to the water. You’ll watch for him and wait for him to approach. 

At some point, you see him. He’s wearing the Peachfuzz mask and wielding an axe. He slowly sneaks up in a few steps, before evidently noticing that you’re staring. After a moment, he takes the mask off, lets the axe fall to his side, and clears the distance between the two of you. There’s a mix of emotions flickering along his face. 

“Josef,” you remark. The man closes the distance between you, until you’re only a few steps away from one another. 

“Now this is what I find most fascinating about you,” Josef explains, gesturing towards you. His eyes are gleaming. He doesn’t look offended by your wariness; if anything, he looks intrigued, fascinated. “You mistrusted me from the moment we met. You gave me a fake name, fake stories. Everything was fake.” He punctuates the statement by thudding his axe against the grass. 

You don’t know what to say. Your tongue feels ironed to the roof of your mouth. “I suppose I can’t complain,” Josef continues. “Because I was doing the same. Fake name, fake stories.” His hand still grips the axe. You stare at it warily. 

“Everyone else was too trusting,” he remarks. “They almost seemed to give their lives to me, you know? Aaron, I mean… he just sat on that bench and waited. He never turned around.” You follow his gesture and look at the bench. After a second glance, you think you can see dried blood stains on the wood. Bile rises in your throat. You’re biting down on the inside of your cheek so hard that you can taste blood, metallic and coppery on your tongue. 

“I want to get to know you,” Josef continues, taking a step forward. You match it with a half-step backwards, only to realize that you’re now standing on the very edge of the grass. One more step and you’ll fall into the lake. “The real you.”

He extends a hand, an unspoken question on his lips. The air around you seems to still. Everything falls quiet in anticipation. 

Your heart thundering in your chest, you reach out and take his hand.

taglist: @its-ares @excusemeasibangmyheadonawall

[nervous-person]

I’m considering writing fanfiction but idk. I just saw that there’s not a lot of Creep stuff and that’s like my favorite movie.

[slasherparty]

Josef with a smol shy/self-conscious reader, who totally accepts and supports him, and just loves him so much?? srry if that's too specific, feel free to ignore if it's too much!! love your blog, you're an amazing writer and your hcs give me life 💖💖💖❤❤💕💕💕

not too specific at all! i think josef would get along well with someone timid. he’s very soft-spoken when he needs to be (though i’d say he has the ability to be anything he needs to be to gain someone’s trust). also thank u for the compliment <3

josef 🐺 / shy reader:

you’re attracted to josef before you consciously realize it. even in the midst of his terrorizing, peachfuzz donned on his skull like the sentient persona it has become, all you can do is reach up to pet him like you would a pet you were fond of.

being accepted in earnest admittedly feels a little unnerving to josef. it’s unexplored territory for him, who’s usually on the other side of the psychological torment. to be so openly welcomed by someone is a terrifyingly foreign experience, but he is not one to scare easily. he’s the one who does the scaring around here. not you.

despite his vehemence, you spoil his games before they even have a chance to begin. this should annoy him. he wants to be frustrated so badly. the more he sees of your patience, your kindness, your infinite capacity for open-minded approval, the more his resolve wavers. the routine isn’t working like it should.

very well, then. this only means he has to find another way of getting to you. he needed a change of pace, anyway. time and time again he’s treated himself to the same flavor of prey. to hunt another type of animal would be refreshing.

it’s safe to say you won’t be going anywhere at this point. you know what you’re in for, but you don’t feel crushed by the weight of your fate. you only feel the magnifying pull of the person (the very terrifying person) you’re slowly getting to know.

josef notices the silent submission you’re giving him and takes his time observing you. it’s longer than he’s had for most of the others. it’s time he needs if he plans to approach this game in a new way.

he starts by being honest, as all good relationships do. he shows genuine interest in you and, with consent, asks as many personal questions as you’ll allow. now you’re under the microscope of intended affection.

this challenges your self-conscious nature, admittedly. you try not to be self deprecating when he asks things about your dreams, passions, interests, wishes for the future. you try not to reveal the surprisingly weak foundation surrounding your self-image when he asks if you were bullied growing up, what your home life is like, whether you think you’re smart or not, attractive or not.

flipping these questions back at josef does nothing, unremarkably. he’s pledged honesty, but even his truthful (and sometimes very embarrassing) answers don’t seem to waver him. he’s a masterclass in composure and you’re no match for him.

he notices, of course. the flush on your neck and cheeks when he scrutinizes you so closely, revealing your self-doubt, making you vulnerable in front of him. though the two of your are alone in these woods, in this giant cabin, his eyes are like spotlights. you adore him, hopelessly so, and that's why this vulnerability feels so scary. would he think less of you for your lack of confidence, when he can share his failures and inner demons so freely and without shame?

but like always, he surprises you. he uses the things you tell him against you, but in a very... doting way? he comments on your hair, how nice it looks today; he acknowledges your accomplishments, compliments you when you succeed in something; he brings you handmade gifts, some in your favorite color, some shaped like your favorite animal... it's clear he is intent on winning this game of Who Can Love Who the Best and Most Aggressively.

this is fine with you, of course. it's a game the two of you might be playing for all eternity.

sorry i kinda wrote a whole drabble? but i have so much to say about josef/aaron... he is such a fun lil guy <3

[alessiathepirate]

THE CONSEQUENCES OF A SMALL MISTAKE: Josef x fem!reader

Summary: The butterfly effect - the idea that small things can have big consequences. In her case, a small mistake gave her the opportunity to escape death.

Warnings: swearing, implied stalking, slightly referenced violence and/or murder, attempted murder

[iloveolderman0]

Painting Josef nails because he saw reader doing it and she gently offers him 🥰 or just doing skin care with him, teaching how to take care of his skin

Josef getting his nails done 💅

I feel like he would loves this a lot, he wouldn’t be so sure about but I think he might like it

Thank you for sending this in lovely!

Josef ( creep ) x fem!reader

- he was just walking to the kitchen and he saw you in the room playing some music while you painted your nails

- he was curious and watched a little bit and quickly left when he sees you looking up

- you go outside and he’s there and you ask him if he wanted his done

- Josef wouldn’t be too sure and would look at you crazy, but couldn’t resist it and allows you

- he would obviously choose the colour black

- would watch you intensely as you paint his nails

- when he asks you to teach him since his nail polish started to flack off through out the week

- he would be embarrassed to ask you but once you teach him he will act like he knew what he was doing and that you were being judgy

- now every time you see him he’s wearing black nail polish but sometimes

- when it comes to skin care, he refused on the charcoal mask and all of the other ones you had

- it’s like trying to wash a dirty cat in water

- once he allows you and sees the after math he actually likes it

- you would slowly give him other stuff to try and more and the more you do it, the more he gets addicted

- you had to teach him here and there but could careless about that though

- he would also get you to chop off his dead ends on his hair

[ghoastixx]

Welcome To My Blog

I am a fandom writer, some names you can refer to me by are Casey, Ghoast, Theseus, Ri,

Some things you should know about me are that fact that I beg for asks then ignore them. I’m sorry if I never get around to writing them, but I really try. I go on huge hiatuses. I’m sorry. Please don’t urge this to not request at all. I’m getting better.

My blog is 15+

My pronouns are he/they/ (she maybe)

What I’ll write:

X reader (self inserts)

Gn reader

LGBTQIA+ themes

Fluff

Angst no comfort

Angst with comfort

Pairings

Platonic

Romantic

Parental figures

Comfort

Age gaps (legal)

Polyamory

Au’s (no alpha omega I’ll kms)

What I refuse to write

Incest

Underage relationships

Pedophilia

Rape

Abuse as a kink

Slurs

Anything with piss, shit, or vomit

Self harm as a kink

Huge age gaps

Real actual people- (I think it’s personally weird.)

Zoophillia

Ageplay

The fandoms I write for/ characters

Sweeney Todd:

Sweeney Todd

Ms.Lovett

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Tatum Riley

Sidney Prescott

Ghostface (masked)

The Lost Boys

Micheal

David

Paul

Marko

Dwayne

Halloween

Micheal Myers (original)

A nightmare on elm street

Freddy Kruger

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Dr. Frank N’ Furter

Beetlejuice

Beetlejuice

Lydia

Adam & Barbra

House of 1,000 corpses trilogy

Otis Driftwood

Baby Firefly

The Boy 1

Brahms

Creep 1

Josef

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Lucifer Morningstar

Adam

Alastor

Rosie

Husker

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas

To Kill A Mockingbird

Atticus Finch

Gravity Falls

Stanford Pines

Stanley Pines

Bill Cipher

Labryinth

Jareth the goblin king

Guardians of the Galaxy

Peter Quill

Gamora

Nebula

Yondu

Venom

Eddie

Venom

Eddsworld

Tom

Edd

Matt

Tord

Pirates of the Caribbean

Jack sparrow

Bill and Ted’s excellent adventure

Bill

Ted

Heathers

Jd

Veronica sawyer

Edward Scissorhands

Edward

The Hunger Games

Haymitch Abernathy

Effie Trinket

President Snow (Coriolanus)

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

SuperNatural

Castiel

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Lucifer

Gabriel

The Outsiders

Sodapop Curtis

Darry Curtis

Dally

The silence of the Lambs Franchise/ Hannibal

•Doctor Hannibal Lecter

•Clarice Starling

Hannibal NBC

Hannibal

Will Graham

[closetdbisexual]

IMAGINE: you go to josef creeps house to make some quick cash recording him . while youre there you fall in love with him and his weird quirkiness and strangely homosexual energy. you think hes fallen for you too. you two have something special. one day josef tells you "come look at this" in a flirty voice. you follow him over curiously. he shows you a rock in the distance where hes wirrten "JOSEF X READER FOREVER." youre so flustered about it you dont realize hes vsnished. you turn around and go "josef???" "im here baby" he says. "where" you say. then you hear footsteps bejind you. you turn around and hes there holding an axe. "whats that for babe" you say. "dont worry" he says. he smashes you over the head with the axe. youre dead

[multifandomwritings]

Slashers | Sharing a bed with them (part 1)

This is just fluff! No one asked but y'know. I actually wanted to do the 'there was only one bed' trope with them, but this is simpler for now 😂 (If I have done something like this before btw....I am sorry lol)

Includes Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Beetlejuice, Charles Lee Ray, Tiffany Valentine, Josef (Creep), and Dewey Riley.

Thomas Hewitt:

- Soft <3 Superior bed-sharer. Nervous about sharing that kind of space with you at first, but soon grows to love it and ease up a little

- Warm and cozy, will wrap you up in his arms and love if you lean up against him all night. Enjoys having you close and feels all safe like that

- Sleeps pretty heavily/doesn't move much himself but if you were a clingier sleeper, he'd melt. Like snuggling up to him and just burying yourself into his neck. 🥺 Also loves if you play with his hair before you doze off, he'd lean into your touches and completely relax at it

Brahms Heelshire:

- The clingiest. It's a slippery slope with Brahms because if you let him cozy up to you once, he'll want to do it every night lol

- Not one to just doze off, sharing your space like that! Even if you do, he'll just stay up looking at you and admiring you because he thinks that's romantic, even if you think it's weird

- Arms and legs will be hooked around you, all night, every night. Loud breathing right in your ear and scruffy beard scraping against you anytime he snuggles up to you. I'm sorry :')

(In all seriousness he'd be cozy, I promise)

Michael Myers:

- Sleeping next to him would be no different than sleeping next to a big pillow, besides the fact that he'd be a heavy breather while sleeping. Otherwise, he doesn't budge the second he lies down

- Not opposed to you snuggling up to him, however. He'd be pretty warm and comfy, even letting you use his arm as a pillow if you liked

- He'd be kind of awkward at first honestly, but once you got used to him, he'd be a comforting presence in a strange way. And no matter how much of a chaotic sleeper you are, he doesn't really care? You could steal the blankets and snore and kick him in your sleep and he's pretty indifferent lol

Jason Voorhees:

- Does he even sleep??? Oh well. Even if he doesn't, once you're close enough he'd love being close with you like that so he'd love sharing a bed with you while you slept

- Soft for you really, and always amazed that you want to be all snuggled up with him in his little cabin, of all places. You'd make him feel safer and more at ease when you were all cozied up next to him like that

- Snuggly, but in a gentle, restrained way. Mostly, you're the one snuggling up to him, although sometimes he'd wrap his arm around you and pull you in closer to him, resting his head above yours

Beetlejuice:

- Another one that I'm unsure if he sleeps, but honestly, I can just see that?? A very chaotic sleeper, like snoring and hogging the blankets and taking up most of the bed

- Can also be almost *too* clingy, when he's in a mood. Which would result in you pretty much unable to move while he snores in your ear, his limbs trapping you in place

- But he'd also be really cozy and sweet sometimes, wrapping his arm around you and playing with your hair/rubbing your shoulder until you doze off

Graverobber:

- Snores, for sure

- Sleeps like a log and takes up a lot of space. He wouldn't even budge once he dozed off either. It'd take him a while to fall asleep and he'd be more willing to chat, snuggle up with you, etc. when he was tired like that. Will lazily play with your hair or something for ages before finally falling asleep

- Might very well crush you a little bit in his sleep for that reason though like if he dozes off in a certain position he'd just trap you under his arm and you'd be like !!!! because good luck getting him to wake up once he's out lol

Luigi Largo:

- Loves sharing a bed, and a surprisingly good bed-sharer. Won't take up more than his share of space (although he would definitely steal the blankets from you)

- Always more willing to be sweet and laid back with you when you're alone like that, especially when he's tired. Loves being affectionate with you and you snuggling up to him

- Pretty basic idk?? Can be clingy at times though and loves when you wrap him in your arms and make him feel all safe and cozy

Pavi Largo:

- Probably has the most dramatic, lavish bed. Silk sheets of red and black or something like that. And probably wears a robe and a nightcap lmao

- Not used to sharing his space like that though, like regularly and innocently with someone. Not opposed! But it would take him a minute to get used to it is all

- Although he'd be especially clingy at first for that reason, only because he'd love having you close to him like that. But weirdly sweet about it? Just like gently wrapping an arm around you or kissing your head before you doze off. Doesn't expect much from you, but if you cuddled up to him he'd melt

Charles Lee Ray:

- Completely depends on his mood. Sometimes he's shamelessly selfish, sprawling himself out and hogging the blankets as much as he likes

- Others, he'll just drape his arm over you and press kisses to the side of your face if you're still awake, talking with you until you both doze off

- Not opposed to you snuggling up to him at night most of the time but he also wouldn't be opposed to shimmying away from you or pushing your arm off of him if he was uncomfortable or hot lol

Tiffany Valentine:

- The second you're in bed together, she'd cozy up next to you as close as she could get

- Depending on how tired she was, sometimes she'd stay up and play with your hair, pepper your face with sleepy kisses or just chat with you for a while. Other times she'd just doze off right away, resting her hand over your chest/stomach and keeping you close

- The type to wake up in the middle of the night and smile to herself at the sight of your sleeping face. You could be snoring with your mouth gaping open and she'd find you adorable, probably waking you up to her smiling at you

Josef (Creep):

- *Very* clingy. Even if you've shared the same bed for ages, it never wears off, either. One way or another, he'd want to be close to you. His arms would be locked around you, face buried in your neck, almost each time. But he'd love the reverse of that, too

- Also likes sleeping face to face, only because he would stare at you while you sleep sometimes lol

- Snores for sure, very loudly. The type of person to also tangle you up in his limbs in kind of uncomfortable way once he's dozed off. (Or alternatively, literally not budge an inch, like it's kind of alarming. If you get trapped under his arm or something you probably won't be able to squirm out of it, either)

Dewey Riley:

- Cozy!...Or at least it can be. He'd want it to be. Goes out of his way to make sure you're comfortable, like offering you whichever pillow is fluffier, whichever side of the bed you like, etc.

- And sometimes he'd be cozy and warm and nice! Just wraps his arm around you (and loves if you do the same or snuggle up to him) and sleeps pretty heavily

- But others he snores, hogs the blanket unknowingly, and/or traps you under his arm/leg. You wouldn't really have the heart to complain though :')