#tomorrow is gonna be so tiring bc of all the moving in

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hellooo! Hear me out on this request 🤓☝️

Necromancer reader. So the scenario is like one of the creeps "died" when they're about to do a mission, and their partners cant wait for them to revive back since it'll take too long. So what do you think some of the creeps reaction to them literally reconstructing their dead co-worker to be good as new, especially EJ since it looks like a cult sacrifice (it does need a sacrifice🧍‍♀️)

Hope my request isn't that long 🧎‍♀️

-🧚‍♀️

Summary: Reader and the creeps are about to go on a mission together, but said creep is currently in the process of reviving. In order to get a move on, reader "revives" creep.

Genre: Slice of life

Warnings: Mentions of death, creeps being in rough shape, violence

Credits: Ticci Toby- Creepypasta, Jeff The Killer- Creepypasta, Eyeless Jack- Creepypasta, Divider- kodaswrld

A/n: With every ask I get where the creeps are left up to me, I choose my most popular (except for EJ bc you mentioned him). Also sorry this ask was marinating for so long hopefully you're still around <///3

Ticci Toby

Toby wasn't one to be reckless, when he got caught up in accidents it was almost always due to circumstances surrounding the event. For example, not watching where he was going and bumping into a wall, slowing himself down. This time, he'd gotten roughed up on a solo mission, getting backed into a corner with his hatchets tossed to the side. This left him with only his knife, which wasn't all that helpful when fighting a high profile demon. Back up had been summoned, and Toby was brought back in one piece, but he was gonna take a while to get back to full health again.

Once back at the manor, he was placed in a special room in the medical wing for creeps that are currently reviving. A couple days after the incident, you were assigned a mission. It was fairly easy, and on easy missions you like to bring Toby with you to spend some quality time together. You were talking about your plan to Jane, telling her excited you were to spend some time with Toby again after it being a while, when she reminded you that he was still pretty much M.I.A. You bit your lip as you thought. "Shit." You mumbled. You'd already gotten everything set up, and the mission was tomorrow. You had no time to ask someone else to clear their schedule for you. You decided that you had no choice but to revive him, and it had to be to full health. That would take a buttload of energy, but it was your only choice.

You head down to the medical wing, and inform the medical staff there that you need to revive Toby. They are reluctant to let you, as stuff like that kind of risky for both you and Toby, but they agree to let you try. At worst he comes out of his coma feeling a little under the weather. You begin pouring your magic into Toby, while the medical staff observe. By the 1 hour mark you are feeling a little spent, and he hasn't even opened his eyes yet. You begin to doubt yourself, but then his finger twitches. You keep going and within another hour, he jolts up from the bed he is laying on with a gasp. You let out a sigh of relief, and the others in the room offer you congratulations. "How do you feel?" Nurse Anne asks. Toby takes in his surroundings for a second before answering "Like I could run a marathon". You let out a tired chuckle and plop your head into his lap "I'm glad one of us does". After all of that energy and magic you spent, he better help your butt out on the mission.

Jeff The Killer

Unlike Toby, Jeff is VERY reckless. But he makes up for it with his swiftness and stealth. This being said, Jeff often comes home with injuries of some sort, but he's never been brought home unconscious before. Jeff is one of, if not THE most hunted man on the overworld. Whenever he goes up there, it's pretty much a race against the clock to try and do his mission and get out before someone recognizes him. And trust, someone WILL recognize him. All of this is to say that what happened to him that day was a big shock to everyone. He'd been reckless, as Jeff does, and got himself stuck in a closed in alleyway with the police hot on his trail. He would have mentally cursed himself for being so stupid, but by the time the thought could've crossed his mind it would have been too late, because almost as soon as it came, it went. Everything went actually, all of his thoughts were gone as he hears a "BANG!" and feels blood dripping down his face.

Jeff is one of Slender's favorite workers, so the second Jeff was in trouble he snatched him up and brought him back to the manor. He is placed in the medical wing to recover, and the whole manor is buzzing with rumors as to what could've happened out there. You immediately knew that Jeff would rather die than have his reputation ruined, so you decide to go save his stupid butt the trouble of being stuck in a coma for a few weeks. You decide not to get him back up to full health, because with Jeff that would take probably every ounce of magic left in the world and also kill you in the process. So you instead just resort to doing enough to get him awake again. It takes a few hours, but eventually he is awake and healed enough to not be in constant pain. As you sit in a chair next to his bed with your head down on the nightstand to regain your energy, you decide to ask him what happened out there. "The whole manor's talking about it." You add. "Must've been something real bad if it took you down." He remains quiet, grimacing at the fact it was just a stupid kid on the police force that was able to knock him out. "Don't wan' talk about it" he grunts.

You sit your head up and raise a brow. "With the amount of energy I just used to help your stupid self I think I at least deserve to know." You throw in a sweet smile to help your case "I won't tell anyone, scout's honor." You say, raising your left hand. He huffs "Didn't ask you t' help." You frown. "You didn't have to. I did it because I wanted to. Come on, please?" He begins to pick at his nails before letting out a sigh. "I was bein' stupid. Ran right into a wall and cops shot me." Your eyes widen. That was it?? That's all it takes to take down Jeff THE Killer?? He seems to sense your shock because he suddenly looks you in your eyes "You tell anyone and I'll do the same to you. And this time, ain't no one comin' to save your ass like you did mine"

Eyeless Jack

As an immortal demon, Jack can't really "die". He can be severely weakened, though. As summer was rolling around, the manor was very busy with almost everyone having at least one job to do every single day, off days being a very rare privilege. Due to Jack being more busy around the medical wing, he is often to tired to hunt once finished working for the day, or he just forgets to. This is bad for him, because now he has no food. He can eat other things, sure, but they won't provide him with any kind of energy or sustenance. At this point, he was too weak to go hunting himself, and the only other demons in the house were all the way down in the basement or in the forest somewhere. He sighs and decides that his only chance is to go hunting himself, despite knowing better. Once in the woods, his stomach growling scares off any potential prey, and he is far too dizzy to just chase it down. He eventually ends up passing out on the forest floor, hoping someone notices him missing.

3 Days later, the medical wing is piling up. It was barely managed with Jack there, and without him they are practically drowning. It isn't uncommon for Jack to just head off for days on end, but it was strange of him to do it in the middle of the busiest season of the manor. Typically he has more care than that. It is only when Seed Eater drags him to the front porch that the other nurses and doctors realize where he went. He is skinnier than he was before he left, with huge bags under his eyes. The liquid that usually oozes from his sockets is now dried up, due to his body not having enough nutrients to sustain it. He is awake, but just barely. Immediately they rush to get you, one of the only readily available necromancers in the manor. You whistle lowly once you see him. "Oohf. He looks rough. We'll have to get some food in him first, or my magic won't do diddly squat" You say, standing with your hands on your hips. Since he is too weak to chew, you prop him up and pour blood into his mouth, massaging his throat to help him in swallowing.

It is a few days of doing this before he is just strong enough to hold the bowl by himself. You figure that's a good starting point and begin to work your magic. "Need you fixed up quick. Too many people need patching up for you to dip out on us" You mumble. After a while, it seems he's gained the strength to muster a tired chuckle. You perk up at the sound and smile. "What?" You ask as you continue to fix him up. He is quiet for a long while, just drinking from the bowl and staring at the ceiling. "It's just that I don't remember the last time I was taken care of" He whispers.

[satoruxx]

what do you mean i go back to college tomorrow <///3

[onesnoopyaday]

snoopy school bus

Snoopy #66

6/12/2024

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[beesorcery]

google how do i tell my dad that the reason i keep bringing up elon musk's transphobia isn't that i've got gen z political tunnel vision that makes me blind to his "innovation" in electric cars but because i am desperately crying out for you as the father of a trans child to feel just as outraged and angry as i am that that man has so much power

[phagodyke]

ah shit only just realised its september now.... lets hope the rest of this month isn't like this.....

[binders-and-beanies]

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[lovelettered]

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[domesticated-pirate]

happy one year anniversary of My Mum Saying The Worst Part Of My Grandma's Funeral Was Not Burying Her But The Fact That I Was There And She Wished I Hadn't Gone To The Funeral At All to me

[milo-is-rambling]

Chronic pain really got me going to bed before it’s even dark out (also my little pink unicorn lights Millie got me look so cool in the second pic)

[yoisagi]

MARIII HOW ARE YOU 💘💘💘

ELLIEEE <333 I AM SO UNFORTUNATELY INSANELY BUSY 😭😭😭

[coridallasmultipass]

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[no-one-hears-me]

my body hurts bro

[baekuras]

Me “Oh I’ll just quickly play some games and then eat breakfast (: I have the whole week off afterwards, it’ll be good to just do nothing for a day”

Me awakening from being dragged into hyperfocus or whatever this was around 14 hours not drinking nor eating later:

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[ddejavvu]

ok this one may be a little off putting BUT

Spencer, going out with the bau clubbing and bau!reader is getting absolutely hammered throughout the night bc of em and jj, and eventually it leads to the responsibility of him taking the reader home but the reader is trashed and feels gross so she wants to take a shower and basically begs spencer to get in the shower with her to wash her hair.

love u have a great dayyyyyyy 🤍🦆

Spencer the germaphobe would have never thought he'd have his nails raking through unwashed hair that was not his own. He takes solace in the bubbles frothing at his fingertips, an assurance that he's cleaning your hair, not just spreading the filth from the club through its strands, but it's still several steps to the left of his comfort zone.

If it were anyone else, he would have said a very firm, but kind, no, and he may have gagged as soon as they were out of earshot. But it was you, and you looked at him with your pretty eyes, your pretty sad eyes, your pretty tired eyes, and asked him to please help you clean yourself up before bed, because you'd just washed your sheets and you didn't want to dirty them with the remnants of a night out.

He reasons that designated driver duties included walking you to your door, getting you a glass of water for the morning, and locking your apartment behind him, but he hadn't planned on helping you shower. That he had only agreed to under extreme stress (those pretty, sad, tired eyes he can't stop thinking about) and it's how he finds himself now crouched on the lid of your toilet, scrubbing suds through your hair.

"Thanks, Spence," You groan, feeling his nails rake across your scalp, "I was- I dunno how I was gonna do this without you. I'm dizzy."

It's a concerning observation to be made while cross-legged on the ground and not tired with the effort of standing up, but Spencer reasons that you'll feel better after a night's sleep. A night that he's not sure he can let you spend alone for fear of you choking on your own sick.

You've taken to resting your flushed forehead against Spencer's calf, and it's leaving a soapy stain on his poor excuse for social wear. The only two types of pants that he owns are slacks and pajama pants, and he's not sure he'll be able to properly clean this pair anymore. But he doesn't push you off - in fact, he takes note of the feeling of your touch against his leg.

"I'm cold," You shiver in place, despite the warm water flowing around you, as well as the clothes still on your body, now soaked. Thankfully you'd retained enough of your brainpower to know not to strip in front of Spencer, and he's grateful that he didn't need to enforce the matter.

"You're still dressed," He muses, taking the showerhead and rinsing his hands, then turning it on the mass of bubbles atop your head, "You'll be in pajamas soon."

"M'kay," You accept, even though Spencer can still see goosebumps on your exposed forearms from the cold, "Will you help me change?"

Perhaps you had not retained as much of your brainpower as Spencer thought you had.

"Uh," He stammers, "focused on a patch of suds near the nape of your neck, "Do you think you could- um, do it yourself?"

"I guess. Maybe. I don't know," You laugh at the absurdity of your own statements, "What, you don't wanna see me naked?"

"Y/N!" He gushes, cheeks burning hotter than the water that's pooling around your form on the floor of your shower, "No, I- I mean not while- not now! You're drunk."

"I only got drunk so I'd finally man up and make a move," You grumble against his calf, and Spencer's previously racing heart stops beating altogether, "Just- tell me I said that tomorrow, okay Spence? I'm gonna be pissed at- uh, at me if I forgot."

Spencer agrees with all the niceties that he's learned in dealing with the public, an empty promise falling from his lips when all else fails him, "Okay, I will."

"Liar," You accuse, your nose still nestled snugly against his leg, "This sucks. We're both too scared to make a move. Maybe we should both get shitfaced, and just buy a Plan B the next morning."

Spencer is well and truly speechless. He has several options as to his next response, if he can ever muster up the courage to enact them: an awkward laugh, a strained chuckle, prolonged silence. Instead of choosing any of those he swallows, the action almost hurting his now-dry throat, "Uh- Plan B can interfere with your next menstrual cycle, and there's a host of other side effects that aren't ideal for you."

"Fine." You snort, "We'll keep the baby."