Jeff The Killer, Ticci Toby, Masky And Any Other Pastas Of Your Choosing With An S/o With A Fainting

Jeff the killer, ticci Toby, masky and any other pastas of your choosing with an s/o with a fainting disorder. How would they react to s/o fainting infront of them for the first time??? Thx!

Ohhh I really like this idea actually!

Jeff:

Man will go completely still for like six seconds.

He just looks at your fallen form in disbelief, eyes wide, trying to wrap his brain around the fact that you just dropped like a duce with no warning whatsoever.

After he somewhat comprehends what just happened, he'll softly speak your name.

"...Y\n...?"

Poor dude doesn't know how to handle this.

Will definitely poke you to make sure you aren't faking.

Once he realizes you are actually unconscious, he'll shake your shoulders to try to wake you up, and if it goes on for too long he'll pick you up bridal-style and take you to Jack to get a professional opinion.

After you wake up and he has confirmation that you won't be dying anytime soon, he'll be salty.

"How could you do that??"

"Jeff—"

"No, don't talk to me. I'm sulking."

Toby:

Panic mode.

Absolute panic mode.

"Y/n? Did you just die??"

Will leap from his seat in an instant and go absolutely berserk as you lay motionless on the ground. He checks to make sure you're still breathing, and when he sees your chest rise and fall, he'll let out the loudest breath of relief.

Except now he has to find some way to wake you up. So, he calls the only one he knows might be prepared to handle something like this.

Yup, you guessed it: Jack.

Dude still doesn't know what's wrong with you, and his terror can be heard over the phone. "Y\n, unconscious, don't know what to do, get over here!"

"Calm down, Toby—"

"I AM CALM!"

When you actually open your eyes, he will pull you into the tightest hug, pleased beyond belief that you're okay.

"God, don't...don't do that to me again."

Masky:

Will catch you before he even knows what he's doing.

One moment, you're standing, perfectly fine, then the next you're not. He doesn't know what to think about that.

"Don't play games with me, dumbass," he'll warn oh-so-sweetly, arms looped beneath your back so you don't fall and bust your head.

When you're unresponsive, he'll lay you on the floor so he can get a better look at your features. You seem fine, you're not hurt, so what happened?

"Hey. Wake up."

He'll sit down beside you, not willing to admit this turn of events slightly concerns him, and waits for you to stir. After not too long, you do, and notice his position, then realize what happened. "Masky?"

"You better not make this a habit," he snaps, observing your puzzled expression. "I have more important things to do than stay here with you 'cause you're too fuckin' lazy to keep consciousness."

"If that's the case, why'd you stay?" You smirk, rubbing your head and rising. He'll huff, grab your arm, and hoist you up, careful not to let go until you've gained back your balance.

"Shut up."

Liu:

An instant 'oh shit' expression graces his face as he drives forward to snatch you up before you have a chance to hit the ground.

With one arm locked around your torso, he'll examine you, trying to find something that could have caused you to pass out so suddenly.

If you're near a couch or bed or anything else that could be used as a seat, he'll be lifting and taking you there so he won't risk you slipping from his hold.

He'll take his phone out of his pocket, trying to remain calm, and dial Jack's number while he brushes some hair out of your face.

Overall much more mature about the matter than the former three.

When Jack arrives and you wake up, Liu will stand to the side and watch somewhat nervously as you're tested to ensure you're coherent enough to move around.

He'll thank Jack for rushing over so quickly, and once he's gone, he'll take a seat beside you, wrapping his arms around you and allowing his breathing patterns to settle.

"Next time, tell me if you think you're about to faint. You scared the shit outta me."

Potential Alternative Careers

Brian: Nature documentary producer / Elementary teacher / Marine biologist

Tim: Writer / Psychologist / Guitarist

Jeff: Veterinarian / Combat trainer / Hockey player

Liu: Pianist / Ornithologist / Wedding planner

Helen: Painter / Basket weaver / Cake decorator

Jack: Astrologer / Pediatric oncologist / School counselor

Kagekao: Illusionist / Photographer / Gymnast

Ben: Animator / Professional gamer / Dog groomer

Cody: Singer / Graphic designer / Nurse

Jonathan: Sports commentator / Actor / Dentist

Jane: Fashion designer / Nanny / Chef

Jason: Toy maker / Model / Hair stylist

Zero: Park ranger / Police officer / Forensic pathologist

Natalie: Stand-up comedian / Paleontologist / Safari guide

Toby: CPS worker / Astronaut / Firefighter

Sally: Ice skater / Baker / Newscaster

As someone who literally just ended her period like three days ago while on vacation (and also stained some pajama pants), this made me feel so so so so so happy. Will is amazing. And now I want dark chocolate.

Official Boyfriend Duty.

pairing: wilbur soot / afab reader (female pronouns)

summary: on the first morning in your week-long stay with your long-distance boyfriend, you realize you forgot to pack a necessity...

author's note: my period surprised me yesterday after being two weeks late and im in more pain that ever before. wish I had a soft caring bf to dote on me

warnings: the entire thing is about reader having her period, so mentions of blood, bleeding through clothes, cramping, pain meds, and being in a delicate emotional state (literally just describing my own periods lol).

word count: 2.3k

MASTERLIST

Holy fucking shit. 

This was supposed to be a good trip. You were supposed to get off the plane and fall into your long-distance boyfriend’s arms and get back to his flat and cuddle him for the first time in months. You were supposed to be in his arms right now, snuggling together for warmth, tangled in the cozy comforters and watching the early morning sun rise outside his bedroom window, lighting up the tiny space he called home and sharing a tender moment together. Instead, you were hiding in his bathroom harboring the worst cramps you’d ever felt in your life, pajamas ruined with bloodstains, and scrambling through your suitcase and his bathroom drawers praying you’d find any type of feminine product. Anything. As if a grown man who lives alone would keep pads or tampons on him. 

You’d think, after over ten years of monthly periods, you’d have it under control by now. You’d think that when leaving for a week-long trip you would remember to pack those things, just in case. But, somehow, in the excitement of getting to spend time with your boyfriend, you’d completely forgotten about the impending doom that was your period, leaving you stranded in a foreign country with nothing you needed. 

Holy shit this hurts so bad. Oh my god, oh my god. Fuck, what if it got in his bed? How fucking embarrassing would that be? He probably thinks you’re so gross, God, what a way to start this week-

“Sweetheart? You in there?” 

Your mental rambling and growing anxiety was interrupted by a gentle knock at the bathroom door and the familiar, sleepy morning voice of your favorite person. “Uh, yeah.”

“You okay?”

“F-fine.” Hearing his gentle voice through the door did calm you down a bit, but you were still embarrassed to admit to him what had happened. To admit you were curled on his bathroom floor with blood in your pajamas, looking like a middle schooler who’d just gotten her first period rather than a grown adult. “Rrrgh.” A small groan escaped your mouth- a whimper, almost- and though you thought it was barely audible, your attentive boyfriend seemed to notice immediately. 

“Hey, hey, sweetheart, what’s happened?” His voice dropped to that caring, soft hum that always made you weak in the knees and let you know that he cared about you more than anything else in the world. “Can you please let me in?” 

You finally dragged yourself to your feet, telling yourself over and over again that this is Wil, he would never judge you, he loves you, he understands, he wouldn’t be grossed out. But still, there was an embarrassment, a shame, even, eating away at the back of your head. You unlocked the door and cracked it open slightly, looking up as the bathroom light fit Wil’s sleepy face. His eyes were still half-lidded, his hair a mess from his pillow, and he was wearing sweats and a cozy sweater to combat the morning chills in your absence next to him in bed. His lips turned up in a smile when he saw you, and he opened his arms for a hug. You slipped out the door to fall against his chest and wrap your arms around him as he did the same to you, burying his nose in the top of your head and pressing kisses against your hair. As much as you were in pain right now, it helped a little bit to hold the person you love the most. But, he squeezed your waist a little too tight, and you let out a pained whimper at the pressure on your abdomen. 

“What’s wrong?”

You looked up with a hesitant, sheepish half-smile. “It's… embarrassing.”

“I won’t judge.” He said, with a hundred percent earnesty. 

“I know…” you took his hand through the sleeve of his sweater and played with his fingers. “I’m uh. I just started my period. Like overnight. And I don’t have anything I need.” 

“Ohhh.” His face softened into a soft, encouraging smile, and his arms wrapped around you once more, gentler. He peppered kisses slowly against your face. Though you hadn’t been with him in person over your period yet, he’d heard you complain about how bad yours was and had certainly comforted you- albeit, over a discord call- months before this. Now that he was finally here for you during it, he was going to take the chance to prove to you he could be the sweetest boyfriend in the world and carry out all of the Official Boyfriend Duties you had joked about before. “Oh, lovely, that sucks. You don’t have anything?” 

“I- I was excited at the thought of coming to visit you, I completely forgot to check my calendar to see. I didn’t pack anything at all. I’m using toilet paper right now, and I have clean underwear, obviously, but… I really need something better. And I… I bl……” You trailed off, your words barely a mumble.

“What’s that?” 

“I bled… I bled through my pajamas.” 

“Oh, I can help with that.” With that, he took a step back into his room and shuffled around in some drawers for a moment, before handing you a stack of clothes- large, fluffy, Wilbur-smelling clothes. “You can wear this.” 

“Really?” You held the pile, instinctively lifting it and taking in the scent of Wilbur’s laundry detergent, the cologne and body wash that seemed to hang onto the fabric and make it uniquely his own scent. It always comforted you. “What if I accidentally get blood on it?” 

“I’ll wash it. I’m not afraid of a little blood, sweetheart.” He pressed another kiss to your temple and ran a thumb down your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Right, clean up a bit if you’d feel better and get changed into that and come out when you’re ready, I’ll make your favorite warm drink and have a spot in bed ready for you. After you let me hold you a bit and wake up some more, I’ll run to the shops, yeah? I’ll get you everything you need, alright?” 

“You’d really go buy stuff for me?”

“Of course, darling. Official Boyfriend Duties, remember?” You laughed at the words and nudged your face back into his hand that still cupped your cheek.

“I love you, Wil.” 

“I love you, (Y/N). Now, shoo!”

When you stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later, Wil had to stop in his tracks to look at you. You were wearing his black sweatpants, rolled up at the legs and much too big for you, and his big sweater, also much too big and absolutely drowning you in maroon cotton.  Seeing you in his clothes always made him feel so warm and fuzzy inside, seeing how small and adorable you were compared to him.

He had the pillows and blankets piled into a cozy little nest for you, a steaming warm cup of your favorite drink by the bedside table, and his arms open for you. And you happily left the bathroom- and your ruined shorts on the floor- and fell into his arms. 

“Hey, there.” He pressed kisses against the top of your head. “Feel a little better?” 

“Still hurt a lot.””

“Here, this should help, right?” He handed you a bottle of ibuprofen. “If you need something else, just text me and I’ll pick it up at the pharmacy, alright?” He helped you get cozy in bed, getting your laptop adjusted on your bedside table and turning on your favorite show, making sure you had everything you needed and that your phone was right next to you in case you had to call him. “Okay, I’m just going to run to the shop down the street, alright? Give me ten minutes, then I’ll be back to cuddle you.” He kissed you again, hesitant to leave you, but finally went at your goodbye, waving as he stepped out the door. Not even a minute later, your phone lit up with a text from him. 

‘Only ten minutes, I promise!’

You snuggled into bed, closed your eyes, waiting for the pain meds to kick in and your boyfriend to get back home, thinking about how lucky you were to have someone like him. You felt so loved and warm in his oversized clothes, surrounded and comforted by his scent, and felt yourself drifting into fuzzy thoughts. Somewhere in your drifting in and out of sleep, though, your phone vibrated in the bed next to you, and the adorable profile picture of your boyfriend popped up. 

“Hi, Wil.” 

“Heyyy, sweetheart. I’m in the shop now, what kind of products do you need? I honestly didn’t realize how different all these types are. There are… numbers? Sizes? I uh, I’m honestly a little lost. And I asked someone for advice but she said it all depends on preference, really.”

You giggled at the thought of your giant boyfriend standing in the feminine hygiene aisle and shuffling side to side and asking a stranger for help. You told him the brand and size that you preferred. “You can just get the cheapest pack, I’m only here for a week.” 

“No, no, I’m going to stock up for every time you come to visit. I want my place to feel like home to you, too, okay?” You smiled, your heart warm and fluttering. “I’m just going to grab a few of your favorite snacks, okay? Then I’ll be home.” 

“Can you grab something that’s dark chocolate?”

“Of course, darling.” 

“Thank you.”

You heard him shuffling around on the other side of the phone, something about the ambiance of the store and the being able to hear him even though he was ten minutes away as if you were there with him was making you comfortable and sleepy, and you started drifting off while on the phone. You heard Wil hum a tune to himself over the phone as he walked through the store, and before you even realized it, your eyes had slipped shut and you were falling asleep with the phone cradled against your ear. 

Your eyes only opened again when you heard the front door open and close. You heard footsteps in the apartment and the same gentle humming tune that you’d fallen asleep to, and then you saw Wilbur step into the room, in his warm sweater and sweatpants, with multiple reusable grocery bags on his arms. He smiled at you, setting the bags on the ground and kneeling by the bed to give you a kiss. 

“Hey, beautiful. How are you feeling?” 

“The pills helped, and I got some sleep.” 

“I heard.” He laughed, remembering how cute it was to hear her small snores over the phone while he was shopping, and the smile it brought to his face. “I brought your pads, want to go change now and we can cuddle?” 

Minutes later, you felt fresh again, having changed and eaten some candy and finished your hot drink, and ready to nap again in Wilbur’s arms. He was laying in bed on his phone, looking so cozy, one leg bent up into a triangle, knowing you loved to snuggle into his side like that and have one of his legs thrown across you. You liked to be absolutely smothered by him while cuddling, and he loved it. He looked up at you, tossing his phone aside and smiling, opening his arms to invite you in. You curled into him immediately, and he let out a pleased hum, the sound of a smile, tucking you into the crook of his neck. “Oh, my precious girl. Welcome back.”

You sniffled, overwhelmed with the amount of love you were feeling, before it was even bright out. “Thank you so much for being so sweet today, Wil.” 

“Awww, (Y/N), of course. It’s my duty as your boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry I ruined the day with this stupid period. You were probably planning to do something fun today, and now I’m all gross and bleeding...” 

“Hey, stop it. You didn’t ruin the day at all, and you’re not gross. And we can do those plans any time. There’s nothing I’d rather do than lay in bed with you all day, okay? We haven’t gotten to cuddle in months, so I’m certainly not going to complain if we’re bed-ridden today.” 

“But you didn’t have to go to the store.” 

“Yes, I did.” He argued lightheartedly, a glint of teasing in his eyes. “I wasn’t going to just let you be all sad, and uncomfortable this week, okay? I’m honored and so, so happy to be able to take care of you, really. And I needed to stock up, anyway, in case you’re here on your period again any time in the future. You're my partner, and I would do anything you need to ensure that you’re comfortable and feel as loved as humanly possible when you’re here. I love you.”

You felt the tears well up in your eyes, but before you could apologize for being emotional, he kissed you cheeks and you could already hear his words in your head, telling you not to apologize, that emotions were good, and you never needed to apologize to him for expressing them, especially when you were in this much pain. “I love you too, Wil.” You snuggled into his sweater as he wrapped his arms around you, a deep sigh rumbling from his chest and his seedy heartbeat pounding right under your ear lulling you to sleep in his embrace. But before you drifted off, you heard one last sentence that made you smile.

“Get some rest, darling, wake me if you need me.”

Hey, so, I have been reading your creepypasta headcannon s and I decided to follow you. Could you do some of the creeps meeting l laughing jack for the first time, like their re ctions, please? Also, could you include slender?? Just a req, but I really like your works. Even if you decide to not do mine, keep up the good work!! :)))

Thank you for the follow and sweet words 🥺 Idk if you know this or not, but I don't write for Laughing Jack anymore, and I haven't for a while.

Here's some headcanons that are similar to what you requested though~

Creepypasta characters meeting Slenderman for the first time

Jeff: Okay, Jeff was more weirded out than anything. He'd seen some scary shit before but nothing compared to this...this albino, impeccably-dressed spaghetti noodle. To this day, he can't walk into his office and look at his face (or lack thereof) without feeling his gut clench up.

Liu: All he could really do was stare in disbelief, trying to process the fact that he wasn't, in fact, dreaming. 

Sully: "What the actual fuck are you."

Ben: Just kinda blinked, looked constantly between Slenderman and the wall, mentally sizing him up and deciding how much health he'd have if he was a boss character.

Jack: Wasn't really fazed honestly. Heck, he's a demon himself, so what does he have to fear?

Zero: Her first thought was "holy shit that is awesome" then proceeded to ask multiple questions about his species that resulted in him giving her a headache from the amount of static he imbedded into her mind.

Bro... My heart... 🥺🥺

You're all grown up now

heyoo pillow fight with tim hoodie ben red angel candy pop 😁🤪

And tag me please

I mean if you write it

Cheeeesseee🤡🤡🤡

@simligul

Heya, so I'm not sure if you looked at my rules or not, but I only write up to four Creeps with headcanons, and Red Angel is not on my list of characters, so I am doing this just with Candy, Brian, Tim, and Ben.

Also I'm assuming that you wanted separate headcanons for these characters, as there's no way I can imagine them all having a pillow fight at the same time with each other 😆

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Tim

This dude is ruthless, I mean absolutely ruthless.

You wouldn't think such a quiet, seemingly gentle guy would have it in him but life is full of surprises.

So if you hit him at all with a pillow, even lightly, I hope you're prepared to go down.

He will literally tackle you and make sure you can't go anywhere as he beats you over the head with this stuffed object, laughing at your pleas and shrieks for help.

You will not get the upper hand on him because he's so damn good at dodging. Any attempt you make will be met with ten times the force. He just can't help getting swept up in the moment, ya know? It feels good actually having fun for once.

Brian

Not nearly as bloodthirsty as the former, though he will still wreck your shit if you annoy him for long enough.

Just smack him in the shoulder with a pillow, go ahead. See what happens.

He may reciprocate, he may not. Just depends on his mood really. If you're lucky, he'll chuckle at your childish behavior and go about his business. He might even grab a pillow and playfully smack you back.

However, you catch him when he's feeling mischievous, uh oh. You're in trouble now.

If he gives a warning at all, it will be a plain and simple "don't do that again". Yeah. That's all you get, better take it and run.

Ben

As you can probably imagine, ghost boy is fond of playful activities like this. He craves a sense of normalcy, being dead and all.

So it's no shocker at all that he's usually the initiator; why would he stick to his job when he could be peeving you off instead?

More of a "take your shot and run for the hills" kind of attacker, so he'll be long gone before you can even get up to chase after him.

Even though he's an apparition, he can still feel most physical things, so he isn't off-limits. And he knows that.

If you manage to catch him, he's already giggling and throwing his hands in front of his face as a meek form of protection against your inevitable revenge.

Candy Pop

Okay okay, despite the violence that he may commit whenever Night Terrors shows his ugly little face, Candy is, at heart, a playful, fun-loving person who isn't afraid to have a good time.

Which is why he will greedily accept any challenge you toss his way. 

Since he's so big, it's admittedly difficult to get the jump on him, as he can just worm his way out of your hold with zero effort and do to you what you were trying to do to him.

He's nice though, so there are moments he'll let you think you're winning and accept his 'defeat', just so you feel good about yourself. He wouldn't want you to think you were a total failure, after all.

Over half of the time though he'll happily whack you until you're a huddled-up pile on the floor, crying, "You win! You win, I give up!"