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Opportunity

pairing: Corpse_Husband x fem!reader

genre: fluff i guess?

warnings: none

word count: 1,118

a/n: this is my first fan fiction so please go easy on me. lemme know if you want anything specific!

Being the little cousin of a famous YouTuber had its perks. Sean was friends with a lot of the gamers I was a fan of, so I got to interact with them a lot. They even invited me to play games with them from time to time. I was never really good at them, but it was fun to play. 

I was in the middle of the 1980 Friday the 13th when my phone lit up on my coffee table. 

Sean: Hey Y/N! Wanna play Among Us with me, Felix, and some friends?

I grinned and agreed, turning off my TV before making my way to my little office and powering on my PC. I clicked Sean’s Discord invite and smiled as I heard all the ruckus already. “Y/N!” Sean said cheerily. 

“Hi you guys,” I said meekly.

“Y/N, I’ve missed you, when are you coming to visit me?” Felix asked.

“Visit you? She’s my cousin!”

“She’s my cousin!” I laughed at their stupid antics.

“I want to come visit soon, maybe after this semester ends.” Another person popped up in the Discord call named “CORPSE”. CORPSE? That’s a scary name. I thought to myself. “So, I’m still terrible at this game, but I think we will have fun.”

“Oh, Y/N, this is Corpse.”

“Hello.” A very deep voice came through my headset. Woah.

“Hi, Corpse. I’m Y/N, Sean’s cousin.”

“It’s very nice to meet you.” I felt myself blush at the “very nice”, but shook my head and changed my character color to light green and put a flower on before the game started.

CREWMATE

Thank god.

I went around, doing all my tasks cheerily, humming to myself. I tried to stick with either Sean or Felix since I knew them and trusted them. While I was in the middle of Simon Says, Sean left me to finish his tasks and when I was done Corpse was in the room. I got nervous and stood there, my little character looking at his. He stepped forward so our little eyes were touching, and then I saw the kill animation pop up.

I gasped loudly, laughing as he ran away and I was now a ghost. I sighed, doing more tasks until I was found. Charlie reported my body, and the meeting started. “All right, who killed my cousin?” Sean asked jokingly angry. Everyone mumbled their innocence, and Corpse finally spoke up.

“Charlie probably self reported it.”

“Oh my god, not again,” Charlie groaned, chuckling. “What tasks did you do this round, Corpse?”

“Uh… My memory sucks,” he said. “I went up to admin table, I did trash, I fixed the lights.” He trailed off before piping up again. “Where was Rae?”

“I was in weapons. Where’s the body?”

“Reactor,” Charlie said. “We can skip this round, but I’m super sus of Corpse, just saying.” They all skipped, and I went back to my tasks. Card swipe first try, yeah baby. I saw Corpse walking down toward shields, and I followed him until he made it to electrical. The lights were out, and I knew he was going to wait for someone to fix the lights. Poor Poki was the first to the scene, and he murdered her and vented to med bay. 

Rae reported her body and the meeting got called. “Who was where? Corpse where were you?”

“I was doing med scan and then I was going out toward cams.” 

“Likely story,” Charlie said. “There’s a vent from electrical to med bay, he could have easily killed her and vented.”

“That’s true, but where were you Charlie?” Corpse asked.

“I was in nav, actually.” I wonder who the other imposter is… They kept arguing, and Lily spoke up meekly. 

“Uh, I have some information.” Everyone quieted down. “I saw Felix fake a task.”

“What!” Felix exclaimed. I laughed as he tried to defend himself, but he was lowkey sus. They all agreed to vote him off since Corpse apparently had this power of redirection and they didn’t talk about his suspicious activity again. The round started and the chat bubble popped up.

pEWds: I’m innocent!

Y/N: omg wait who do you think it is

pEWds: I think it’s Lily and Corpse.

Y/N: it’s def Corpse, he MURDERED me right after I finished Simon Says

pEWds: disgraceful

We ghosted around to finish all our tasks so we could follow Lily and Corpse. Corpse was stalking around, faking tasks. One of them sabotaged the O2, and they all made their way over to fix it. Sykkuno was alone on the top O2, and Lily killed him and ran up to weapons to fake that task. Sean reported his body, and they all argued and didn’t vote because there were seven, but they all seemed really sus of Lily. 

The round finally ended, and the crewmates lost because of Corpse. “I cannot believe you killed me first, we just met!” I said.

“I saw the opportunity and I took it, Y/N.” I laughed.

“Sorry Y/N, I should have told you that Corpse is #1 imposter.” Sean laughed.

“You can’t see me right now but I’m pouting.”

We played a few more games, and thankfully I never got imposter. I yawned and stretched my arms up. “Hey guys, I’m gonna go. I’m tired and I have an exam in the morning.”

“Awe, well good luck, I’ll call you later,” Sean said.

“Bye! It was very nice to meet you, Corpse.” He chuckled.

“It was very nice to meet you too, Y/N.” I smiled and clicked off the Discord call and the game, grabbing my phone and plugging it in before hopping into the shower. 

Corpse’s POV

“I think I’m gonna call it a night as well,” I said.

“Oh, so now that Y/N is gone, we aren’t good enough for you?” Sean said. I laughed, shaking my head. 

“Nah, I wanna work on some stuff.” They all said goodbye as I logged out. My Discord was still up and Y/N’s name was staring me in the face. Should I add her? Is that weird? I took a deep breath and pressed the add button before covering the window with something else and working on a video.

Y/N’s POV

I towel dried my hair and threw on a big t-shirt and some shorts. I grabbed my phone as I plopped on my bed. 

Discord

Corpse_Husband sent you a friend request

I caught myself grinning as I unlocked my phone and looked at the request on Discord. I hesitated a little bit before I clicked accept. I sighed, scrolling through Twitter until I got another notification.

Discord

Corpse_Husband: hi there, Y/N

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how the light gets in {Corpse Husband}

2. you’ve gone way too fast for way too long.

Summary: Supernatural Creatures AU. Them/Them Reader. After the success of your first stream, you find yourself wanting to get back to your YouTube roots, and what better way to do that than with a cover by one of the bands who holds a special place in your heart? And maybe you’re using it to distract yourself from thinking about how coming back to YouTube means coming back to the things - the people - you’d left behind. 

Maybe it’s selfish, but Corpse kind of wishes you hadn’t come back to YouTube; honestly, if anyone else had taken the world by storm, he wouldn’t complain half as much, except it’s you and he’s still mostly convinced that you might be an angel like him... Except better. Because of course you would be a better angel, you’re talented and driven and personable and essentially everything an angel should be, and - bar the talented bit, Corpse at least knows some of his worth - you’re everything he’s pretty sure he’s not. Except it seems like everyone loves you, and he doesn’t exactly have a good enough reason to be bothered by you the way he is, so he has to act like he isn’t. Which is a lot easier said than done, when you barely say a word to him and it feels like all of his suspicions are confirmed. 

A/N: 8471 words. Reader in the fic is stated to be 24. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH SUPERNATURAL THE TV SERIES. me, trying to walk the line between 3rd person omniscient narrator and trying to make the narration feel like its somewhat coming from the POV character?? it’s more likely than you think! as always, i really appreciate feedback.

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The day after your song drops, it’s on Spotify’s Top 50 Viral playlist, it’s charting on iTunes, it’s splattered across the internet, according to your manager, who sees fit to text you, congratulating you on what she assumed to be a masterful marketing tactic; releasing the song and immediately streaming alongside huge YouTube creators who have a wide and diverse fanbase, all plugging your music. She thinks it was a carefully calculated move, which makes you feel all kinds of scummy, like you were using your new friends. Thankfully, when you fire a somewhat defensive response about how you had no ulterior motive, that all you wanted to do was have fun and make friends, your tone apparently reads loud and clear, as you receive an apology a few moments later. Backtracking, she simply mentions that, even unintentionally, you had great timing, and she’s glad you had a good time, which is better, and you try not to dwell on your initial assumption. Years of your life had been spent worrying that the people you were close to just thought you were using them for views or fame; her words did little to quell that worry, so instead you tried to distract yourself, or at the very least, focus on the good that yesterday had brought about.

The best, of course, was Sykkuno, the hellhound who’d endeared himself to you almost immediately. Something about him makes you feel safe, though perhaps it’s that you’re unused to someone feeling so familiar; you like to think you’re a good judge of character, so for now, you’re trusting in your instincts, trusting in Sykkuno. The next best thing was a tie, between friends and freedom. Yesterday you’d been doing what you wanted to do, not what you thought you should be doing, not what was on brand, or carefully scripted; you were messy, stumbled over your words, and you laughed and deceived your friends as was the aim of the game, it was so freeing to be unfiltered. People kept saying it was nice to see you smile, to hear you laugh again. Huh. Part of you really doesn’t like that you know exactly what they mean, and more importantly, why people are saying that at all. But things are different now, are freer now; your brand was built on you, it’s nice to get back to that.

By mid-morning, you’d been sprawled out on your sofa for almost an hour, glad to be alone, to not have to worry about being seen, as you’ve phased your tail back into reality, and have it holding up your phone as you scroll through Twitter with one hand and fidget idly with the other. More and more you’re seeing supportive comments from people gushing about the few bars you’d sung of 5 Seconds of Summer’s Youngblood on stream yesterday. First your chat had loved it, now it seems the general consensus was that people would love for you to cover more than a few bars. While you tried not to listen too much to what other people wanted, you couldn’t help but admit that it was something you definitely wanted too.    

When you text your manager, new idea already taking hold of your focus, your earlier unsavoury text conversation seemingly forgotten, your manager reminds you that you should be working on your new album, putting together the tracklist for your EP. Ugh. 

It’s not that you didn’t have ideas, quite the opposite; you’re exploding with ideas, brimming, overflowing with them, for songs you wants to write and feelings you can’t express any other way, but the songs and collaborations you’ve already completed, their mp4 files sitting neatly on your desktop, you wanted to save them for the full album, like it was some sort of penance for getting to collaborate, getting to become friends with people you looked up to, people who inspired you. To you, their contribution was worthy of your full album. 

Well, that was part of the reason, the other part was that the songs you had designated for the album had a different vibe to your EP songs; albumtouralbumtour and imposter syndrome had both been written in lockdown, about very specific concerns you were having at the time. The EP was shaping up to capture a very specific moment in time, while the album was so much more than that. You couldn’t put read at five am on the EP, the collaboration you’d done with Troye, a lyrical-lament with a dissonant, upbeat melody, an apology for when you’re the one who cuts off contact with someone you’re close to and don’t know how to say why, and don’t know how to come back; yes, the fact that you and Ethan are talking again means that the song is technically relevant to this period of time, but it’s three years of regret and indirect apology compressed into in three minutes. It’s going on the album. 

But being stuck at home all day for months had made you all nostalgic for your roots, for when you’d started uploading all the way back in 2012, at 16, with no idea what a few videos would lead to. You missed covering songs you loved, the songs other people had written and that you had still connected with, the songs that made you want to write your own. Yes, you loved your own content, obviously, but from idea to video publishing, you knew a low-effort cover would take you maximum a day and a half if you were particularly inspired, which you clearly were. By now, you’d been doing this for so long that you knew the legality of it all like the back of your hand, and were in a stable enough place to be more than happy to pay royalties to the band you’d co-headlined alongside for your first international tour.

“What if I call the boys and ask them?” You decided to just call your manager directly, tail curled securely around your phone where you’d put her on speaker, pottering around your kitchen trying to find something to eat. Alison, on the other end of the line, sighed deeply, having been fielding these sorts of calls from you about once a fortnight since lockdown had started.

“Have you finished moment before impact yet?” She countered, and you wrinkle your nose; its as if she can hear the expression through the phone with the way she continues on, not giving you a moment to cut in, “listen, I won’t tell you what to do, but you need to make a decision about your EP tracklist soon, okay? The label’s breathing down my neck, you know you have more than enough songs for it.”

“Alison, the vibes -”

“The vibes, Y/N, I know,” she sighed deeply, but you could hear the faintest smile in her voice.

“I promise I’m working on my own stuff; I think moment before impact is gonna be a collab, but I’m not sure who with yet, but if it makes you happy, once I record this 5SOS thing, I’ll work on a demo of moment for the EP,” you concede, and you hear her hum in approval, “I promise I have all the songs in my head, I just gotta make sense of which ones are the right ones for now, you know?”

“I really don’t,” you could hear her actually smiling now, so you let yourself relax for a moment, hands braced on your kitchen counter as you looked to your phone, “but I suppose that’s why you’re the musical one and I’m the manager.”

“My favourite manager,” you told her sweetly, and her answering laugh is more of a snort. 

"Call the band, maybe they can work something out for you regarding royalties, if you plan to monetise it," she suggested, and you hummed, "keep me updated, okay? Make sure you're still working on your own stuff though."

"Alison you're a national treasure," you tell her feelingly; you don't even have to see her to know she's rolling her eyes.

But you take her advice, sending 'what if I covered Youngblood and posted it to YT? I'll pay you royalties' to the mostly dormant WhatsApp group you have with 5 Seconds of Summer, despite it being about six in the morning in Australia. Callum sends back a thumbs up almost immediately. Its all the confirmation you need to get started.

As you’re hunting through your house for a pick, turning over cushions, looking through junk drawers, you hear your phone go off, and you take a moment to check, surprised by what you see. A message from Sean. Huh.

[I see you’ve finally decided to join us in the gaming community, took you long enough 😊 If you ever wanna play something, just gimme a yell, you know Id be glad to have ya on my team.]

Considering the fact that it had been three years since you and Sean had properly been in contact, you find the message both surprising, and strangely heartwarming. There were a few people you’d purposefully fallen out of contact with, plagued by your own fears and self doubts. The people who you’d seen in person almost daily were the ones who you’d felt the absence of the most, but Sean, just by his close association with those people, along with a few other international friends, had been regretfully left behind also. Here and now, you can feel just how much you’ve missed him, how guilty you feel for giving in to your own anxieties and the negativity spewed by others. 

But you know you can’t dwell on the past, on your mistakes, all you can do is be grateful for the opportunity to reconnect, and take it.

[ID: A tweet and reply conversation between @yourtwitter and @goldeny/n, followed by a single tweet by @ZeRoyalViking, and a tweet and reply conversation between @yourtwitter, and @5SOS.

@yourtwitter: someone yell at me for doing another cover instead of my original stuff. quarantine got me feeling 17 again. might do the cinnamon challenge next. or finally do that Roast Yourself trend 4 years too late. | @golden_y/n: BRUH YOU BEST NOT BE PULLING OUR LEGS | @golden_y/n: I would empty my bank account to see you roast yourself. | @yourtwitter: Please Don't Do That YouTube Is Free | @golden_y/n: 😳💀💖

@ZeRoyalViking: stream today with some familiar and not so familiar faces!!

@yourtwitter posted an image of Griffin McElroy from the My Brother My Brother & Me TV show. Griffin is a Caucasian man wearing glasses and a blue checked shirt. He is visible from the chest up and is sitting behind a desk with one arm in front of him, with his thumb out, as if counting. The image’s subtitles have been edited, now reading ‘My friends are very much into the following: Bullying me on TikTok.’ | @yourtwitter: @luke5SOS is just mad im gonna sing his song better than him. he doesn’t use twitter anymore so i have the upper hand here. | @5SOS replies with a gif of Jason Momoa, who is incredibly muscular, with dark hair down to his shoulders, a black tank top, and sunglasses on, holding a microphone, standing in a confrontational manner, captioned ‘No, no, no. By all means, speak your mind. You got a problem with my boy?’ | @yourtwitter: HE WENT LIVE UNPROMPTED TO TELL PEOPLE ABOUT HOW I WROTE NOTIMETOSLEEP IN THREE DAYS WITH NO ACTUAL SLEEP, OPENED FOR THEM IN ARIZONA, AND IMMEDIATELY PASSED OUT FOR 16 HOURS AFTER WALKING OFF STAGE | @5SOS: we just miss you tho... and it is kind of funny. | @yourtwitter: the minute im allowed to safely leave lockdown im coming to australia to german supplex the lot of you. ❤️

End ID.]

Corpse’s whole ‘not thinking about you’ plan goes down a lot smoother when you’re not actively stealing his friends- what kind of Angel goes around stealing another person - another Angel’s, no less - friends?! Except, right, he doesn't actually have proof that you're an angel, just a hunch he’s apparently committed to... and, okay, you don't know you're stealing them... Sykkuno and Rae are allowed to have more than one friend. Obviously.

"Honestly, I'm still kind of riding the high from yesterday's stream," Sykkuno’s all kinds of elated in the voice chat, and Rae's quick to chime in, matching his tone, his energy, as she agrees.

"I cannot believe Y/N played with us! I’m sorry you missed it, Corpse, I think you'd love them," Rae is adamant, to which Corpse, from behind the safety of his monitor, makes a face.

"What makes you say that?” Even as he says it, as he tries to keep the negativity from his voice, his nose wrinkles, the expression shifting his eyepatch just a little.

“I don’t know, just something about...” Rae’s voice turns thoughtful as she considers, though Sykkuno takes the chance to pipe up, voice brimming with his trademark sincerity.

“You guys have weirdly similar vibes, like kind of a similar energy?” He tries to explain before a faintly embarrassed laugh escaping him, even with Rae humming in agreement, “not the exact same, obviously, but like, I don’t know, I think you’d really like them.” The problem with having Sykkuno for a friend is that he’s almost always trying to be genuinely kind or helpful. The problem is that Corpse can tell he believes what he’s saying. 

An angelic ability that often goes overlooked, even by angels themselves, is the innate ability to tell whether or not someone’s lying. It’s like a faint buzzing, low grade tinnitus, at the sound of a lie, something that can actually be pretty effectively ignored and forgotten, but right now, the lack of buzzing with Sykkuno’s words is frankly irritating. Not that Corpse can say that, he has no real reason to be jealous of your fast forming friendships with his friends, well, not any reason he can admit to on stream.

"You know what,” Sean muses, finally joining the conversation, “It’s been a while since I properly spoke to them, but I totally get what you mean,” fucking great; of course he agrees, “did anyone invite them to play; would love to have them here if they’re up for it.” 

"I think they're working on a thing today, but I can message and ask?" It’s Sykkuno who speaks up, the barest hesitation in his voice, and to that Rae makes a proud little noise in the back of her throat. 

"You met yesterday on the stream that I organised, and suddenly you're all best buddies? Gonna be honest, I’m a little jealous,” she admits, to which Sykkuno huffs a soft laugh, uncertain of what to say, though Rae’s tone is fond and she continues on, “seriously though, good for you, dude, finally getting the recognition you deserve -"

And on the one hand, yes, Corpse would agree that Sykkuno deserved infinitely more recognition and praise than he currently received, but on the other, the speed at which you two had aparently become close - a day! It had been a day! - sets Corpse’s teeth on edge. It was all he could do to keep quiet as the others chimed in, all their sentiments mirroring Rae’s.

All this frustration and resentment was almost definitely unhealthy, he was more than aware, but something about you had fixed in his mind; if it had been anyone else, anyone less talented or personable or productive, he could have probably handled it, but you...

All he gets is two games worth of peace before Sykkuno announces that he’s gotten a reply. Aparently you’re in the middle of recording a cover. Something about knowing that fills Corpse with discomfort, with envy, like he should be working on his music instead of being here. 

"But they say they're gonna take a break in an hour or say, so they might join us for a few games," Sykkuno’s tone betrayed his bright smile, and suddenly the voice chat was flooded with excitement from almost all in attendance. 

"Wait, really? Just like that, we'll be playing with Y/N?" Leslie sounds disbelievingly hopeful, but thankfully it’s only a few moments until the next game beings. While none of the others had picked up on Corpse’s silence, his chat seemed confused. Purposefully ignoring their questions and comments on the matter, he instead gives a few comments on the game, trying to come off lighter than he was feeling. 

He’s not quite sure what he’s going to do if you join the stream, he’d never actually considered that he might one day talk to you, have to confront the person whose very existence got under his skin, who might very well be the only other person like him on this side of the world. Unsurprisingly, his head’s not in the game.

"Did you get enough sleep last night?” Rae feels the need to ask when whatever response he’d given in a meeting had just come out as an incoherent mumble. Of course he straight up laughs at her question, which is answer enough, and she clicks her tongue disapprovingly, “you’re impossible.”

“Have you drunk any water today -?”

“Sykkuno you’re dead,” Sean interrupts Sykkuno, who had broken one of the main rules of the game simply to question Corpse about his health; he’s far too caring for his own good, but moments like this make for good entertainment, “dead people can’t talk,” Corpse is grateful for all of five seconds before Sean turns on him, reiterating Sykkuno’s question like a traitor; “Corpse, have you drunk water today?” In lieu of a proper response, Corpse groans, playing at being annoyed.

“I say we vote him out because if he is the imposter, we win, and if he isn’t, he has time to go drink a glass of water,” Rae proposes matter-of-factly, which just leaves Corpse spluttering with disbelief.

“That’s fucking stupid; I’m not the imposter, you’re basically throwing the game -” but the votes are already popping up, and unfortunately, for the first time all stream, everyone seems to be in agreement.

“Drink water, Corpse,” Rae, clearly the leader of this mutiny, orders, as Corpse watches his character get flung into lava, and very begrudgingly heeds her words. He takes his sweet time drinking a full glass of water and refilling it to take back with him, intermittently glaring from his kitchen at his computer, despite the game still going on; he’s got several tasks left, if they don’t catch the imposters, they’re doomed, and honestly he doesn’t care. Once the game ends, with the crewmates’ loss, as he’d suspected, they all find themselves back in the lobby. Maybe they’re waiting for him. They can wait longer.

As he settles himself back into his office chair, he pulls on his headphones in time to hear -

“- earlier than I thought because of a whole thing on TikTok and then Twitter, and then my manager texted me telling me-” It’s like he’s turned twenty again at the sound of your voice; you, bright, earnest, rambling to probably Sykkuno or Sean or Rae, probably not even aware of him, but he’s never been more aware of you. Not that he’d ever admit it to anyone, but your second EP, hyperfocus, had been in heavy rotation on his Spotify since he’d discovered it, since he’d listened to the crack in your voice, the exhaustion with which you spoke on i’m going through some stuff when Lofi had just been taking off as a genre. He’s... conflicted, going through an internal crisis while you keep talking, blissfully unaware, “- anyways, I think she’s just worried that I’ll end up threatening to German Supplex Harry Styles, or the late, great, Prince, and I’ll end up cancelled.”

“Y/N,” your name sounds equal parts amused and concerned as Sykkuno says it, with the air of someone who’s been privy to you and your antics far longer than just one day. The response you give is just as bright and cheery as your rambling had been, assuring him that you wouldn’t threaten to German Supplex Prince.

“You sure about that?” Sean was obviously grinning, judging by his fond tone, “sounds like something you’d try -”

“I’ve changed, Jack- Sean- fuck,” your muttered swear undercuts your attempt at earnestness after you correct yourself, clearly not used to calling him by his actual name. To that, Sean gives a fond chuckle, before going right back to ribbing you.

“I’m pretty sure there’s still video evidence of you trying to square up with Mark in person,” Sean points out, to which you grow huffy and defensive, playing up your frustration. 

“Well, that was for a completely reasonable reason!”

“Which was?”

“I thought it would be funny,” tone flipping completely, the words come out so sincere and bright it’s almost tooth rotting; if he didn’t know any better, Corpse would probably find himself being endeared by it, “and it was! Plus,” though here you give pause, and something about the tone of the conversation shifts as you chew on the words you’d almost said without thinking, “it was funny,” you said, softer this time. Sean, sensing the shift, does his best to pick the mood back up, reminding you that both you and Mark lost the competition you’d been taking part in anyways, and asking if you really had changed.

Before you had time to answer, however, Rae spots Corpse’s avatar moving ever so slightly, and immediately jumps on him.

��Corpse! Did you drink water?” She asks. He unmutes so they can all hear his deep, beleaguered sigh. “I can and will bully you into taking care of yourself,” her heart’s in the right place, and it is mostly a bit, so he can’t be too put out by the fact that she cares.

“I can’t believe you all voted me out because of it,” he chooses to respond instead, and Rae’s cackle echoes through the voice call.

“She also was the imposter, so...” Ze trailed off, a little sheepishly, to which Corpse rolled his eyes, not that anyone can see. Of course she was. But he’s not even given a moments before -

“You must be Corpse!” The moment the words leave your lips, every single goddamn nerve in Corpse’s body feels like it’s alight; everything overwhelming, unfamiliar,. white-hot, he’s suddenly desperately trying to keep his various abilities in check, since he really doesn’t want to short out his whole system, end the stream early, and probably cause his building to go into a blackout, just because of whatever this is. The whole world has changed with four words; better and worse and more more than anything. It’s... it’s a confirmation of some kind, and he tries to hold onto that vindictive feeling in his chest. You are familiar, you are something he recognises like no-one else he’s ever met before; you are like him. Is it better or worse now he knows it’s the truth?

“Must I be?” He manages to respond, keeping his voice as level as he’s able, shooting for vaguely amused and trying not to let any of the past few seconds sudden overwhelming panic and triumph bleed into his voice. But the moment you hear him, there’s a sharp gasp; that same something, understanding, recognition he’d felt, you feel it too.

“Y/N, you okay?” Ze had asked, and you made a vaguely muffled noise of unconvincing confirmation. Out of sheer, idle curiosity, Corpse opened a new tab and searched up your YouTube channel where you were streaming.

“Maybe we should have warned ya’,” Sean offers with a light laugh, before lowering his voice, immitating and announcer as best as he could, “warning! Corpse is about to speak!” Which at the very least got Corpse to laugh, though he refused to give anything away as your stream loaded, and the banter continued in his ears.

“Har har,” you muttered sarcastically into the voice chat, right as the stream finished loading, and - you. Well dressed, face in your hands, heels of your palms pressed against your closed eyes; honestly, he doesn’t exactly have any prominent initial thoughts about you, watching you scrunch your face up in your hands, dealing with the same thing he had to, though your face was live to thousands. Beside you, the text chat for your stream was going almost too fast to read, but he managed to follow a few threads of thought here and there.

[an eye thing! they’ve got an eye thing!] [someone @ y/n_creature_spec on twt!!] [who has an eye thing??] [lmao love that they were so shocked hearing corpse that it set off their eye thing] [hello!! vampire here!! we have eye things!!] [u cant be a vampire it’s the middle of the day] [THERE ARE COUNTRIES OTHER THAN AMERICA YOU KNOW] [i am willing to put MONEY on the idea of them being fae of some kind.] [^^yeah they just didnt want us to see their eyes sparkling like an anime character.] [that feels like smthn corpse could bring out in people]

And then you’re blinking back to reality, bringing him from his thoughts as for one terrifying moment, it’s as if his gaze locks with yours. Expression so bright and inviting, despite the way your eyes were watering just a little, you hold eye contact with your camera for a moment before looking at your screen, mumbling something about an eyelash in your eye; Corpse lets out a shaky breath. Chat seems unconvinced, but at least the other streams take you on your word. For a few more moments, he quietly watches you, watches the way your eyes roam your screen as you order your thoughts, and for all that he’s thought of you, he’s never properly looked at you. It’s taken him until now to acknowledge that there was definitely a reason for your success beyond just your talent; certainly you could have become successful from your music alone, but your career certainly wasn’t hindered by the fact that you’re actually quite- suddenly, Corpse is overcome by the sense that he’s intruding, exiting out of the window immediately, even going so far as to push back from his desk, fingers spread wide, braced against the edge, trying not to think too hard about... any of it. If he thought too hard about what it meant to have another angel in LA, he would drive himself mad.

“Well, Corpse, it’s good to meet ya, been told great things,” to him and him alone it’s so clear you’re trying so hard to play it cool, though Corpse couldn’t fault you for that, doing the exact same thing; again, when you speak to him, it’s like his whole being is hit with a rush of warmth; it’s less overwhelming this time, somehow scalding but bearable now.

“I see Sykkuno’s been spreading lies about me,” Corpse fires off instinctually, to which Sykkuno splutters protests at the implication, despite your bright laughter, and Sean’s shout to the contrary.

“Don’t be mean, Corpse, Sykkuno would never lie about you,” Sean is adamant, and Corpse can tell he’s being honest, just as the tell-tale ringing in his ears knows the next words from Sean’s mouth are utter lies; “me on the other hand? Y/N whatever you do, do not listen to Corpse’s music, it’s just the worst.” Before the implication, the reality of what he’s saying sinks in, for just a moment, Corpse feels a rush of affection for Sean, so clearly and earnestly plugging his music, right before your voice re-joins the chat and Corpse remembers exactly who Sean is plugging his music to.

“Fuck you, J- Sean, I do what I want,” while you played along, amused and light, Corpse himself was at a loss for words. You ask him - him specifically, he knows, he knows with absolute certainty you’re asking him - if he’s a musician, and everyone else chimes in before he can even think about finding his voice.

“Don’t search him on Spotify! Don’t do it!” Sean, on the verge of laughter, seems delighted by the turn this conversation has taken as the sound of aggressive typing fills the chat from your end. What the fuck. What the fuck?! No matter his thoughts and opinions about you and your possible supernatural origins, you were still Y/N, literal Grammy winner and Golden Child from the Golden Age of YouTube, playing along as Sean used the world’s worst reverse psychology on you to get you to listen to his music. Oh fuck, this is not how today was meant to go.

“I don’t wanna hold up the game, I’ll listen as I play,” you tell them, almost painfully polite, though Ze agrees to start the next game. If Corpse’s mind wasn’t in the game before, there’s no way in hell it was now.

Three minutes into the first round and he’s failing miserably at card swipe when he chances a look at his chat; people were spamming lyrics from Miss YOU! and Cat Girls Are Ruining My Life! which was sweet but nerve wracking, since he’s pretty sure it means you’ve already listened to one and moved on to the next. If you’re an angel, and you know he’s an angel, what in the hell would you think of his music? Honestly, even if you weren’t an angel, you’re still you, and his music was... well...

When the first meeting is called, and it’s discovered that you’ve been murdered, there’s a strange sense of relief that comes with it, even as he’s being accused of your murder. He’s got a solid alibi, so they end up voting out Sean, and the game continues. Despite the brief reprieve from your possible judgement, his heart still feels as though it’s skittering erratically around his ribcage. 

Rae comes along when he’s doing Simon Says, and shoots his little avatar. The moment he becomes a ghost, he lets out a long breath, giving himself a moment to relax, to collect his thoughts, catching back up with some questions with chat  he hadn’t quite realised he’d been holding, and chances a look at his chat again.

“Of course I’m tense,” he finds himself musing quietly to his chat while the remaining players were arguing over the top of each other in a meeting, “pretty sure most of hyperfocus has been in my Spotify wrapped every year since it was released,” for a few moments, it doesn’t even occur to him what he’s said, or that he’s said it out loud, but when it hits him- oh, oh no, it feels like too much to admit, and he has no idea what to say next, how to backtrack, how to at least pretend like he doesn’t think about you or your music any more than any other person would. However much he may resent certain aspects of it, he still knows he has a reputation to uphold, and panic and denial have never been a part of his reputation.

So he keeps his mouth shut, bites down on the half-hearted excuses and explanations that keep springing to mind, keep pressing against his teeth. He does his tasks quietly, thanks the people donating, and pretend it never happened until the round ends, heart in his throat. He knows, the same way a human survivor in a zombie apocalypse movie knows, that he’s just putting off the inevitable, and that someone’s definitely already clipped it and is probably uploading it to Twitter or Tumblr faster than he could protest.

“Y/N I’m so sorry!” Sean’s the first one to talk when they’re back in the lobby, which leads to your laughter filling the voice chat, telling him it’s okay.

“I didn’t even care, honestly I was just vibing,” the smile in your voice is almost enough to distract from the strained edge to your words, something not quite right, but so faint Corpse isn’t sure if it was really there, and he’s not quite sure anyone else heard it either. Except -

“Y/N?” Sykkuno says your name like it means something that no-one but you and him can decipher, something concerned, almost a question, checking in without being too obvious. 

“Yeah?” There’s that strained tone, just a little more audible this time, before you process who’s talking, how he’d said your name, and - “yeah,” firmer, calmer, a reassurance. 

“Vibing?” And he says it like that was his question all along, like the two of you hadn’t had a full conversation in three words. When the others started asking about what you thought of the music, it’s clear none of them have picked up on the hint of strangeness that had been in your tone, and you deliberate before answering.

“Am I- is it- it’s weird if I quote it, isn’t it -?”

“Jacksepdicy how I whip that!” Sean practically yells into his microphone, cutting you off and somehow making the line sounding even more Irish than he himself did naturally, which startles a laugh from Corpse, “it’s my name in a song, I think about it daily,” he announces, voice oozing pride, and despite the situation and headspace he found himself in, Corpse feels his heart grow warm knowing that even a line like that had brought Sean joy.

“I thought,” you pause for a moment, presumably to double check which song you were about to reference, “I thought Miss YOU was a whole mood,” you admit, the faintest smile in your voice, and something tightens in Corpse’s chest at that.

“You not gonna quote it?” Rae teased.

“Too nervous to follow Sean,” you fired back.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get there one day, Y/N,” Sean laughs fondly, and you all joke around, playing up the bit, while Corpse’s mind is stuck on the fact that you never once addressed him when talking about his music. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, it meant he didn’t have to deal with the sudden, fiery sensation your voice brought with it, so not bothered, persay, if anything he’s glad to know you liked it... But it’s weird that he knows so acutely -

“Hey,” and you don’t even say his name, but there’s that feeling again. Each time it grows less intense, like he’s been inoculated, and no instead of his nerves being ablaze, it’s as if he’s suddenly sitting beside a bonfire, each and every time you speak to him. The others voice their confusion at your sudden vaguness, but Corpse answers without even thinking, because of course he knows.

“Yeah?” 

A few moments pass, while the others carry on amongst themselves for the moment. The two of you sit in this one moment together, neither quite sure how to feel about it.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” you point out, though there was only the barest him of the earlier strangeness in your voice, now overpowered by something that made it almost sound like you were pleased. At this, however, even more confusion arises when the others figure out that Corpse had ‘guessed’ correctly, that you’d been talking to him. But he can’t really hear them, or, well, he finds himself tuning them out, swallowing hard before he pushes to talk.

“Am I not allowed to enjoy the moment?” He asked, trying to ignore the weirdness of it all, keeping his tone light.

“I’m just surprised; it’s your music after all.” 

“You like hearing my voice?” Despite the surprisingly cocky way with which he speaks, he regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, wincing internally. Of all the people he could have said that to...  

“I never said that,” and though your own tone matched his, something teasing, something that could almost be misconstrued as flirty in the right circumstances, he’d heard the faint thread of discomfort, feeling it all too much himself. But your words, and thankfully your tone, was overshadowed by both Sykkuno and Sean jumping in to assure Corpse that they enjoyed hearing his voice.

“If you and Y/N ever collaborated, you know it’d break the internet, right?” Rae interjects, all kinds of smug and knowing, followed by a chorus of approving voices all broke out in unison as the rest of the lobby considered the possibility.

“Rae, you know our Twitter mentions are going to be going off for the next month now, don’t you?” You groaned.

“Maybe it’s a sign!” Rae exclaimed, delighted, before her tone turns teasing and fond, “and besides, aren’t your mentions always going off?”

[ID: The first four posts on Y/N’s Tumblr dashboard.

blueheart-anon hearing y/n and sean interact again after like 3 years unlocked memories like im a fucking sleeper agent. having war flashbacks to 2017′s ‘y/n is septiplier’s kid’ phase. how do i lock the memories up again im going to die of embarrassment why were we like that [tagged: #y/n #y/n y/l/n #jacksepticeye #sean mcloughlin #i WILL NOT add the ship tag i mentioned #blue talks] [7 notes] [▶️🗩↪️🖤]

fangloriousbastard  ↪️fangloriousbastard fangloriousbastard Rae: Y/N & Corpse Collab When? Y/N: 🔪 - fangloriousbastard Y/N IMMEDIATELY MURDERING RAE AND THEN CORPSE I- - fangloriousbastard Y/N MUTTERING THE JACKSEPDICY LYRIC WHILE MURDERING HIM WTF IS HAPPENING?? - fangloriousbastard SYKKUNO NO BBY IM SO WORRIED - fangloriousbastard Y/N IM BEGGING U TO STOP SAYING CORPSE LYRICS BEFORE U KILL UR FRIENDS - fangloriousbastard WAIT WHAT Y/N AND SYKKUNO BOTH VOTING FOR THEMSELVES INSTEAD OF EACH OTHER - fangloriousbastard “ride or die guess im gonna die” y/N PLEASE U MET HIM YESTERDAY - fangloriousbastard y/n’s still listening to corpse’s music we love to see it - fangloriousbastard WAIT NO ZE KILLED SYKKUNO IN FRONT OF THEM AND THEY WON OMG SO MUCH IS HAPPENING DID THESE MOTHERFUCKERS QUOTE AN ACTUAL THE OFFICE MEME AT EACH OTHER - fangloriousbastard Y/N: YOU KILLED MY BOY Ze: you’ve known him A Day! Y/N: you don’t have all the facts Ze: which are? Y/N: I love him. Y/N: Not in a weird, shippy way tho, but like, come on, man, look at him! Sykkuno’s avatar: 🌱                          👁👄👁 Sykkuno irl: 🥰 - fangloriousbastard ahem anyways corpse & y/n collab when? - y/n 🔪❤️ - fangloriousbastard 👁👄👁 - fangloriousbastard aren’t you supposed to be streaming?? [tagged: #HEWWO??? #among us lb #why do i only remember they’re following me when i post outrageously stupid content #btw y/n if u kill sean again i’ll cry] [43 notes] [▶️🗩↪️❤️]

fyahproof-y/n  ↪️ selkiey/n selkiey/n y/n’s explicit ‘i love him but not in a weird shippy way’ is the LOUDEST fandom vague i’ve ever heard in my life [286 notes] [▶️🗩↪️❤️]

crpshsbnd  ↪️ 221b-theres-a-bee crpshsbnd hope corpse is feeling okay he’s been kinda quiet this stream - 221b-theres-a-bee if someone suggested i make music with a grammy award winning artist i might be kind of quiet too - crpshsbnd asjdskldfjkdsf u right, still, hope that’s the reason. [tagged: #how do i always forget they won a grammy #actually i know why i keep forgetting #because every time i remember they won a grammy i remember the video where they jousted corndogs with joe sugg #and the winner had to deepthroat theirs for the camera #and y/n won but felt like an asshole for making joe deepthroat his corndog alone #and they ended up almost throwing up because they went too far with it #so hot #so talented #so very stupid sometimes] [3 notes] [▶️🗩↪️🖤]

Twitter is kind of a hellscape, Corpse decides, scrolling through his notifications as the stream’s winding down, seeing about a thousand different people tagging both you and him, asking for a collab, or seeing fit to show you both every single time one of you had mentioned the other in stream. Or had simply interacted. He’s not quite sure how to feel about hearing you mutter ‘make it rain, leave her wet, like a snowflake’. Unsurprisingly, a considerable few people had thought to clip the interaction where he’d apparently instinctively known you were talking to him, which he thoroughly regrets. There’s enough speculation about him online already, he doesn’t need people cluing into the fact that he might not be entirely human as well.

So now, he’s sitting idle in the lobby of the game as everyone’s thanking each other, discussing when they might get together to stream again; he’s quiet, disconnected from it all even though he knows he’s still live, he can’t help but stare at his phone, frown at your Twitter profile. You’re not following each other. A lot of his friends follow you, are mutuals with you, but you and he are not following each other, and he’s not sure if he’d like to change that. But it would make sense, right? It’s what’s expected.

Your pinned tweet is the single you released yesterday, which he still hasn’t listened to. The cover is cute; you’re - fuck. He refreshes the page. In the few moments since he’d clicked on your profile and now, you’d tweeted, thanking everyone for joining the stream, while you’re still in his ear, alongside everyone else, distinctly not addressing him. Maybe he should DM you, be upfront, ask about what you are, if his suspicions are true.

He hits the back button and goes back to scrolling through his mentions. 

“Hey.” Your voice, soft and earnest despite that warmth that crackles through him; he’s half distracted, hand moving instinctively to push-to-talk, and -

“Yeah?” God fucking damn it. Not again. He’s really gotta stop answering on instinct just because he knows you’re talking to him. He hates that he knows.

“Good to meet you, Corpse,” and there was a strange sincerity in your voice, and he responds in kind, but his heart’s not in it. There’s too much on his mind, too conflicted in his heart to tell the truth; his own words makes his ears ring. He can’t even lie to himself.

So he says his goodbyes, waits for the lobby to clear out and chatters away to his stream about when he might be on next. Upon ending the stream, he immediately opens the latest email from his producer, his latest project glaring back at him from the screen. 

Yes, his various ailments have his body aching, but the interactions he’s had with you are giving him a headache when he thinks too hard about them, and he feels woefully unproductive. Never Satisfied stares back at him, so close to being finished, mocking him. Scowling harder, he listens to what he has so far, making tweaks and notes, glad for the distraction, glad that his producer had as chaotic of a sleep schedule as he did. This was the home stretch; one more all-nighter and it would finally be done.

He texts Heartful that he’s getting to work.

It’s four in the morning when he finally stops for a break, his good eye starting to itch from staring at a screen for so long. With a yawn, he leans forward, out of his chair, groaning as he straightens up to a mostly standing position. Hands braced against the edge of his desk, he lets out a resigned sigh and wills his wings into existence. The weight of them curled up tight against his back, as was customary for them to be when non-corporeal, has him leaning a little further forward. Another yawn and he lets them uncurl, lets them stretch out behind him, knocking over an empty microphone stand as they went. He’d get that later. A grateful groan escapes him, it’s been far too long since he’d even had a half-assed stretch like this, wings helping to stretch all the aching muscles in his back that were simply impossible to stretch otherwise, no matter how much he’d twist. Even so, his studio wasn’t big enough to properly stretch them, and he really didn’t feel like laying on his living room floor right now; he’s kind of concerned he’d just fall asleep there. Instead, he kicks his chair to the side and hits shuffle on one of his Spotify playlists, doing what he can for himself in the limited space, and finally going to forage through his cupboards for something resembling a meal. Maybe drink water, Rae’s damn voice in his head.

At least with his wings around he didn’t need to bother turning on any lights; he’s gotta find joy in the little things.

Today, or well, the past twenty-four hours, was a series of cruel jokes, he decides, all leading to the moment he curls up his wings and sits back down at his desk. The moment he puts his headphones back on, he’s greeted by your voice, and he almost jumps a foot in the air, concerned that you’d called him.

"- who I became, dreading when the music stops, what if I just fade away?” In the split second he’s realised that it was just a song, just your voice, crooning, gentle and sad against a soft beat and the sound of rain, as i’m going through some stuff playing in his ears, it’s too late. Already his aura had gone off, and his computer cuts out, as his monitor cuts to darkness, so suddenly all he can see is his own, exhausted reflection in the monitor, backlit by his own wings... Not exactly flattering. 

Thankfully, it was only his computer that was affected, as he can still hear his refrigerator humming in the other room, so he wedges himself beneath his desk to reset the breaker for the power board that his whole system was connected to, grumbling to himself the whole time. 

If he was being honest, however, he was glad he didn’t have to hear more than a few seconds of your song. For a long time it had been one of his favourites, though at this point he’d rather die than admit that. Yes, it’s a good song, but it’s the last thing he needs to hear right now. If he listened to you voice half the fears he still tried to ignore, well right now it may kill him, and he was so close to being finished with Never Satisfied. So close.

Instead, he gives himself the moment in which his system is rebooting to scroll through Twitter and Instagram on his phone, checking his mentions for good fanart to appreciate, only to stumble across one of your stan accounts tagging both you and him in a clip that he hadn’t seen earlier. He’s not sure what possesses him to click it.

“Don’t follow me baby, swear I’m going to hell,” Corpse’s own words leave your lips as you’re focused on the game, on being imposter, leading Sykkuno into electrical to fix lights, and something about it sounds wrong and he can’t quite put his finger on it. He’d heard other lines of his leave your mouth, clips from the stream he’d been tagged in, and it always manages to surprise him. When you sing his songs, even just a little bit, something in the back of his mind, something that had appreciated you as an artist all this time, it’s grateful, it’s excited, it’s overwhelmed. He wouldn’t deny that part of himself, he couldn’t, it didn’t feel right, but upon hearing this line, that grateful part was overshadowed by a visceral bitterness.

The line had been a moment of self deprecation, the only Angel he knew of who, granted it was by some of his own choices, was almost certainly going to Hell, if you believe in that sort of thing of course. But you? Every single part of you seemed to be the exact antithesis to him; you’re what an Angel should be, and him? Well, the line said it all really. It’s just... it feels like you’re mocking him at every turn now that he knows, or well, strongly suspects. With evidence. Which you’re probably not; if you’re an Angel, you wouldn’t go out of your way to mock another angel, so now he’s all in his head, frustrated at himself for being frustrated at you for just... liking his song? 

He really should message you about earlier, clear things up, get out of his own mind and stop jumping to conclusions. Finding another angel was big, no matter his personal reservations, he should try and take this opportunity, right? Except that you hadn’t reached out to him either.

Damn it; he knows he needs to stop thinking about you and focus on his own shit. He turns off his phone and gently tosses it to the floor, out of sight out of mind. 

Maybe he’ll feel better when he finishes his song, feel more productive, feel... complete for just a few moments. Maybe he’d stop comparing himself to you. Maybe.

[ID: Two tweets, one from @sp00kybihh, and one from @yourtwitter, followed by a retweet and reply conversation between @ashton5sos, @yourtwitter, and @y/nirwin.

@sp00kybihh: why did y/n’s smile every time corpse just knew they were talking to him without them having to say anythign make me feel things?? u no we love day 1 ride-or-die y/nkunno, but corpse & y/n just seem to get each other wtf 🥺🥺

@yourtwitter: australians are asleep post forbidden youngblood cover

(Thumbnail of Y/N sitting in front of the camera, dressed casually, visible from the chest up. There is a black microphone on a stand in front of them that they’re holding. Their mouth is open, as if halfway through singing, their eyes are closed, their background is a simple, white wall. Above Y/N, in black, VCR font, is the word ‘youngblood’. There is a large play button in blue and white in the middle of the thumbnail, to indicate that it is a link to a video.

Link: youngblood - 5 seconds of summer | y/n y/l/n cover i miss my boys. i miss people. thank you 5sos for being cool about me covering this <3</i> twitter: @yourtwitter 🔗youtube.com)

@ashton5sos retweeted the link and commented: Y/N you said it was gonna be low effort, this is killer! All it’s missing is some drums. Reminds me, I’m still sad we never got to record that thing we wrote in New York. | @yourtwitter: ASHTON IT IS 8AM I HAVE HAD NO SLEEP AND WAS NOT EXPECTING SUCH A QUICK RESPONSE I WOULD DIE FOR YOU | @yourtwitter: also lmfao i forgot about that ny thing that was good, from what i remember. do u still have that recording of us?? i may or may not have forgotten everything about that night apart from it being a blast #bringbacknewyork | @ashton5sos: Calum has it but also its 2am and he’s asleep, which you should also do. You know the boys are gonna love this... #bringbacknewyork | @y/nirwin: thank u both i have decided to pass away effective immediately #bringbacknewyork

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Singer Jae Park from K-pop group Day6 has stepped away from Twitch, and released an apology over it.

Yesterday, March25th, Jae shared an apology note on Twitter, in which he announced he would no longer be streaming on Twitch.

“First of all I’d like to express my sincerest apologies to everyone in regard to the inappropriate comments made during my personal live stream,” he began.

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“Before listening to the earnest advice from those around me and my dear fans, I didn’t fully comprehend what the problem was nor the degree of seriousness of the incident.”

He continued: “From now on I will not act impulsively taking into mind the gravity of my words and actions. Moreover, as a member of DAY6, fans and colleagues on top priority. Thus as an act of sincerity I will stop all my personal live streams including Twitch.”

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What did Jae from Day6 say on Twitch?

Last week, the singer received backlash after making a joke, which he now dubs “inappropriate”, during a Twitch stream.

In a now-deleted stream while playing game Rust, Jae Park said: “This guy, he is my sugar daddy,” before moving his character in front of another player and imitated a sexual act. “Just look away,” he then said.

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Fans’ reactions to his apology

For the most part, fans on Twitter have felt that both the apology and decision to leave Twitch were unnecessary.

“Literally nothing, he made a joke — a GROWN man made a NSFW joke and got hate for it,” wrote one fan in his defence.

“That’s not even bad compared to what other streamers have probably done. That really sucks that he has to quit Twitch bc it was seen as offensive ugh,” wrote another.

Popular streamer Jacksepticeye tweeted: “You’re a good man, Jae.”

While Corpse Husband tweeted a simple black heart to the singer. Sky internet extender.

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You’re Pretty

pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: i blushed heavily while writing this, js // a couple swear words

word count: 902

request: from @voidcaine​

“Hi, sorry to bother you 🥰 I was just wondering if I could request a Corpse Husband x reader fic where the reader got kinda famous making dance tiktoks and a bunch of her fans convice her to try playing among us. So she somehow ends up playing with Corpse and it turns out he’s a fan and has had a crush ever since he first found her acc? 💕“

a/n: Requests are never a bother! I hope that you like this :) please let me know if you guys have any other requests!

I wasn’t really a gamer. I played The Sims every now and again, but nothing too serious. I started making YouTube videos not too long after my TikTok had gained a following doing makeup, dancing, and other things. I had gotten a lot of comments and tweets asking me to play Among Us, but I didn’t really know how to play or have anyone to play with. So I reached out to my friend Corinna to see if she had played before and if she would be willing to play with me.

She gave me the info for a game she had planned with a few people later that day and I tweeted to let my followers know that I would finally be fulfilling their requests of playing Among Us with the time. I spent the rest of my day scrolling through Twitter and listening to scary stories, narrated by none other than Corpse Husband,  until Corinna texted me and told me to go ahead and hop on the Discord call. I joined quickly, kind of nervous to be meeting new people and playing a new game that required me to lie.

“Hey guys, this is my friend Y/N, she’s never played before so please go easy on her,” Corinna said.

“Hi, everyone,” I said quietly, adjusting my headphones on my head. Everyone said their hellos and went back to setting up their stuff the way they wanted. I took the time to start my stream and mute myself on the Discord call. “Hello all you pretty people, I am finally streaming a game for you guys! I’m playing Among Us with a few people who I’m sure you heard of because I know I have. We have Corinna, who you guys have seen on my channel, Toast, Sykkuno, Valkyrae, Edison, Faye, Sean, Felix, me, and the one I am most excited for -- Corpse.” The chat went insane when I said Corpse, as I expected.

I unmuted my mic on my Discord hesitantly. “How do you guys play this game so chill with so many people watching you? I only have like 20,000 and my hands are sweating.” I heard some chuckles from the call before someone answered.

“A lot of people watch you on TikTok, Y/N,” Rae said.

“Yeah but not live! What if I mess up and doing something dumb,” I laughed.

“That’s where I know you from,” a deep voice exclaimed. “I’ve seen you on TikTok.” Corpse.

“O-oh, yeah! Yeah, that’s where this all started.” Corpse has seen my TikToks? Everyone else said they’d seen me there or followed me on social media, which I thought was really sweet. “I’m also a terrible liar, so if I’m ever imposter, I’m sorry in advance.”

“You’ll do great, babe,” Corinna said sweetly. If she were with me, she would have patted my head, and I smiled at the thought. “Let’s get into it!” The game started and I let go a breath I didn’t know I was holding when “Crewmate” showed on my screen. Not much time passed before a body got reported.

“Can I ask a question?” I said quietly. They all agreed. “What the hell am I supposed to do for the thing with the hexagons?” There was light laughter before Corpse spoke up.

“You just have to click the red ones and it will clear.”

“Oh, cool. Thanks.” The meeting went quick since there wasn’t really any evidence, and we were back doing tasks. I noticed that Corpse was following me. “He’s either protecting me or he’s going to kill me,” I told my stream. “I’m stressed.” I did the hexagon thing and made my way to my next task, Corpse close behind. Another meeting got called and I took the time to ask Corpse what he was doing. “Corpse.”

“Yeeeeesss?”

“Why are you following me?” He giggled breathily and I grinned, glancing at my camera quickly.

“I’m protecting you, I can’t let you die.” I felt the heat rush to my cheeks as the call erupted in chaos.

“Why can’t you let her die?” Sean asked. I heard Corpse cough nervously.

“Uh, sh-she’s new, she’s never played.”

“Is it because you think she’s pretty?” Felix teased. I muted my mic on the call and squeaked.

“What is going on?!” I exclaimed

“So what if I think she’s pretty?” I gasped, slapping my hand against my forehead and staring at my camera. My chat was going insane. “She’s a good dancer, and she is pretty, I’m sure everyone thinks she’s pretty. I mean -- n-not that, uh, not that you’re like, regular pretty Y/N, you’re -- I mean -- ah, fuck.” Corpse’s mic went mute on the Discord call as he tried to collect himself.

“Uh,” I said quietly. “I’m, uh… I’m flattered.” The call was silent. “And I don’t really know what you look like, but I would put money on the fact that you’re pretty too, Corpse.” I muted my mic as soon as I got the sentence out. The amount of “awe”s in the call was kind of overwhelming.

“Y/N HAS A CRUSH ON CORPSE, AND CORPSE HAS A CRUSH ON Y/N THIS IS PERFECT!” Sean yelled.

“Hey, Y/N,” Corpse said among the chaos.

“Yeeeeesss?” I asked.

“Maybe we can talk without thousands of people watching us.” I was smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.

“I would really like that.”

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Simp

pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!reader

genre: fluuuuuuufffff

warnings: toothache worthy

word count: 450

a/n: this was an anon request from my main blog :) anon, I hope you see this and you enjoyed it!

request:  Can I Just request a fluffy corpse fic of him simping over the reader publicly like on stream in the Instagram comments, tweets about her, IG stories everything and then she surprise joins a game lobby/stream while he’s simping lol talking to the usual crew and then she’s like hey corpsie 🥺 and she likes him too even though she doesn’t know what he looks like cause that personality is amazing 😩...

“Dude, I don’t know, she’s just amazing,” I said, laughing as Sean and Felix picked on me about my crush on Y/N L/N. 

“You’ve literally never met her,” Sean laughed. I felt the heat rushing to my cheeks, stuttering over my words.

“Wha- Ok, s-so?” Everyone in the lobby burst into laughter. 

“SIMP!” Felix yelled.

“Did you guys see that he posted all three of her posts from yesterday on his Instagram story?” Rae asked.

“No I didn’t!”

“I have RECEIPTS!” Rae yelled. “I will send them to the chat.” A couple seconds of Felix, Sean, and Toast all chanting “simp” later, the Discord chat beeped, and I looked over to see the receipts that confirmed that I did in fact post all three of Y/N’s posts from yesterday on my story.

“Ok, that was one time!” I exclaimed, moving my mic closer to my face.

“It absolutely was not!”

“You’ve definitely done this before,” Felix stated. “Like that one time he tweeted like seven tweets about her in like, an hour. They all said stuff like, ‘have y’all seen @Y/N? If not, you should follow her’, and ‘highly recommend stanning @Y/N, I do’, and ‘I bet @Y/N looks stunning today, I don’t even have to see her to know’.”

“Oh my god,” I said quietly. “Are you reading those from my Twitter or are you making this up?” I asked, knowing full well I most definitely did tweet all those things. 

“I’m reading them!” Felix exclaimed. 

“Ok, I stand by those tweets, she’s gorgeous.”

“Are you saying you have a crush on Y/N, Corpse?” Sean asked. I sighed, shaking my head and grinning.

“Y’know what? Yes, yes I do. I have a crush on Y/N L/N.”

“Uh, I have a fun surprise for the lobby, you guys,” Poki said, smiling. “I called Y/N, who happens to be a friend of mine, and she agreed to play Among Us with us.” My heart fell into my stomach and I felt the blood leave my cheeks.

“Sh-she’s… coming to play… now?” I asked hesitantly, my palms starting to sweat.

“Actually…” Poki said, giggling.

“Hi, Corpse,” a new voice said. “I had no idea you were a fan.”

“Oh, god,” I whispered, wiping my hands on my jeans. “Oh my god. Uh, how much did you hear?” I heard her laugh, and my heart fluttered. What a noise. 

“The tweets were very sweet,” she said gently. “And I have to say that... I have a crush on you too.” The call erupted in chaos. I felt myself smiling again, giddy at the thought that Y/N L/N has a crush on me. “Maybe we could talk sometime. Y’know… alone.”

“I’d like that.”

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Eyeliner

pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: i got this idea after he said he wears makeup but he doesn’t know how to do it on his stream, I hope you enjoy :)

word count: 401

requested: no

a/n: this is just something short that i thought of and it made my heart all warm and fuzzy, i’ll try and get opportunity part 6 out soon

I had been dating Corpse for about a year before he asked me to move in. We kept our relationship hidden for most of that time, but I was really sick when he was streaming once and he slipped up and called me “baby”, so the cat was officially out of the bag. Living with Corpse was nice because I got to see him every day, and being able to sleep with him every night helped him sleep a little bit better. I was sitting at my vanity putting on makeup when Corpse came in with a cup of coffee to tell me he was going to start streaming soon. 

“Okay, I have a few things to do before I go back to work so I’ll be in the dining room doing that,” I smiled up at him, eyeliner pencil in one hand. He was staring at the pencil, and I raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“What’s that,” he asked. I smiled, knowing where this was going.

“It’s eyeliner.” He nodded, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. “Do you want some?” His eyes lit up and he smiled, nodding his head again. I stood up so he could sit in my chair and he grinned as I stood above him. “Do you want like, a wing or just some smoky action going on?”

“Uh… whatever you think would look good.”

“Baby, I think you always look good.” He blushed, rubbing his palms on his thighs. “We can do a wing, I think that would look cool on you.”

“Okay.” I turned to grab my liquid eyeliner to do the wing properly, bending to his level. “Do you… wanna just sit on my lap while you do that?” I smiled, settling my knees on either side of his waist as his hands came to rest on my hips to steady me. 

“Close your eyes please.” He did, sighing as I put one hand on his cheek. It took a couple minutes to perfect, but once I was done I smiled, telling him to open his eyes. “Do you wanna see it?” He nodded and I stood up, grabbing a hand held mirror so he could look at himself. He looked at himself with a neutral expression for a little while. “Do you like it,” I asked timidly. His grin grew immediately.

“I love it, baby. Thank you.”

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Opportunity Pt 3

pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!reader

genre: domestic fluff baybeeeee

warnings: might give you a toothache, v sweet

word count: 1, 288

a/n: this is part 3! Wow! It’s very domestic and fluffy because that is my favorite thing about any relationship soooo... I hope you like it!

part 1  part 2

Y/N’s POV

After I ran into Corpse in the coffee shop, he’d been making an effort to see me in person quite often. And I wanted to make sure he was okay, so I was happy to venture over to his apartment with dinner basically every day. Today I decided to make it myself that way he could have some leftovers when I wasn’t there. I knocked on the door, adjusting my grip on the pan of lasagna balanced on my hip. Corpse opened the door quickly, his eyes crinkled at the sides signaling that he was smiling. He still kept a mask on until I was in the apartment, in case there was anybody in the hallway.

“Hey,” he said, quickly moving to grab the pan from me so I could come in. I followed him into the kitchen and accepted the hug he offered me, rubbing my hands up and down his back before leaning back to smile up at him. “I missed you.”

“It’s only been like, maybe 15 hours.” He rolled his eyes, chuckling and releasing me. “But I missed you too.” He wrapped me into a hug again, nuzzling into my neck before he took his mask off finally. He was so good looking, I felt honored that he was so willing to show me his face so fast. I grabbed a couple plates from the cabinet and served each of us at the table. “How was your day?”

“It was okay, I did some editing, took a nap. I’m supposed to stream with everyone in like an hour.” I nodded, basically inhaling my lasagna. “Were you hungry?” He laughed.

“Look, this is my grandma’s recipe for lasagna and it’s my favorite. She used to make it for me every year for my birthday. But now that I’m an adult, I can make it whenever I want to.” He was laughing even harder now. “Just eat it, you will understand. I made it with looovveeee,” I said teasingly, grabbing his hand across the table. His thumb brushed across my knuckles as he took his first bite. I waited anxiously as he judged my favorite meal of all time. 

“Okay.” He started playing with my fingers as he set his fork down. “That’s the best lasagna I’ve ever had.”

“I TOLD YOU!” We were silent for the rest of our meal, occasionally glancing up at each other. He stood with me as I grabbed the plates, leaning on his island behind the sink. I felt his hands on my hips as I was washing the dishes. “Yeeeesss?” I asked, leaning back slightly so that I was against his chest. 

“You’re really great, you know that?” 

“Yeah, I guess so.” He set his chin on my shoulder, wrapping his arms all the way around my waist. 

“I’m serious.” I turned the sink off, drying my hands and turning to face him. “You’re amazing.”

“So are you,” I smiled, setting my hands on his shoulders. He hadn’t kissed me yet, but to be fair I hadn’t kissed him either. It felt like this would be the moment. Maybe. Possibly. I was getting nervous, my hands falling to his chest and playing with the strings of his hoodie. I couldn’t look at him right then. But I could feel his eyes on me, his hands were gripping at my t-shirt, pulling me closer. This is it.

I looked up and met his eyes. They were so gentle, and a small smile was on his lips. He started leaning down and my eyes started closing, and it was going to happen. Then…

                                    *brrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg*

He sighed, setting his forehead on my shoulder. “Hold on, don’t move.” I stayed at the sink, fiddling with my rings while he answered his phone in the living room. “Hey, what’s up?” I looked up and his back was to me, one hand in his hair while the other held his phone up to his ear. “Yeah, no I’m totally down. I, uh, I don’t think she’ll be able to join today actually…” He looked back to me, nodding his head for me to come his direction. I walked over, slipping under his arm and hugging around his waist. “Well, you can ask her yourself.” He put his phone on speaker and whispered for me to talk.

“Uh, hi?”

“Y/N!” Sean exclaimed. “Why can’t you get on and play with us?”

“Oh, I’m not home. I’m at Corpse’s place.”

“Oh really?” I glanced up at Corpse, his cheeks turning pink as I’m sure mine were. “You seem to be over there a lot recently.”

“Yeah, I just… like to hang out with him. And I feed him and make sure he’s okay.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. 

“All right, all right. Well, I’ll see you on the Discord call in a little while then. Love you, Y/N.”

“Love you too.” Corpse hung up the phone and tossed it on the couch, wrapping his arms around my waist again. “He’s suspicious,” I laughed. He scrunched his nose up, shrugging. 

“Let him be suspicious.” I set my hands on his cheeks, smiling. 

“You’re so handsome.”

“Stoooooop.” I rolled my eyes, pressing my lips to his cheek.

“Never.” His hand started gripping my shirt again. “Did you take your meds this morning?” He nodded, leaning down again. I pulled him down the rest of the way, pressing my lips against his. And it was everything I had hoped it would be. He pulled away first, hugging me to him quickly and taking a deep breath. “Are you okay?” I asked hesitantly. 

“Yes,” he whispered against my neck. “I just really like you, and I’m always so nervous around you because you’re so pretty and nice, and you look after me but like not like a mom, like… I don’t know, you just do it. I really appreciate you.” I chuckled, running my fingers through his hair.

“I care about you, of course I look after you.” He stood back up, smiling down at me. “If I didn’t, god knows where you’d be right now.” He laughed out loud, backing out of my grasp slowly. “Wait, noooooo.” I grabbed for his hands and followed as he plopped down on the couch, hugging me again. 

“I have to start the stream in like 10 minutes.” I sighed, squeezing his waist. “But…”

“But?” I asked excitedly.

“Calm down, jesus,” he laughed. “I was going to say that you could borrow one of my hoodies and sit with me while I stream, but you have to promise to be really quiet.”

“I can do that!” He pulled me to stand up and walk toward his room to browse his hoodies. I picked out a black one that had a picture of a Final Fantasy character (I think). I slid it over my head and turned to face him in the doorway. “What do you think?”

“You look very cute.” I skipped over to him, making grabby hands at him. “Okay, okay, let’s go.” He grabbed my hand and led me into his office, sitting down in his chair. “You can sit wherever you want. The floor… The desk… Here…” he motioned to his lap, patting his thigh. I shook my head, sitting on his legs and laying my head on his shoulder. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yup.” I smiled up at him. “My phone is on silent and the volume is down. Stream away.”

“One more thing,” he said, his fingers pushing my chin up towards him. He kissed me softly, running his hand down to my jaw. “You’re the best,” he grinned as he pulled away and looked back to his monitor.

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Opportunity Pt 2

pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!reader

genre: fluff i guess?

warnings: one (1) swear word whoops

word count: 1,193

a/n: this is part 2! Click here to read part 1 :)

Y/N’s POV

Corpse and I began talking daily after he added me on Discord. As a college student, my sleep schedule was basically non-existent and so was his, so we would talk on the phone for hours about everything. I told him about my classes and my aspiration to work in a library someday, and he told me about his doctor’s appointment and his ever-growing popularity on the internet. He was nervous a lot, which I understood. His fame was growing so rapidly, it was understandable that he was nervous about all these new people talking about him and interacting with his content.

One day, I never got the phone call he usually gives me around 11. It was odd, so I decided instead to call him. The line rang for a while, but he didn’t answer. I checked all my socials to see if he was streaming or something, but he wasn’t. Did I do something wrong? I texted Sean and asked if he had heard from Corpse recently, but he said he hadn’t talked to him a couple days. I was really starting to get worried. I sent him a text to let him know I was there for him if he wanted to talk to me about it or if he just wanted someone to listen.

I never got the call that night. It made me sad, Corpse was basically the happiest part of my day, and I look forward to his calls more than anything else. I decided that I wouldn’t let myself overthink it and go get some coffee to help me feel better. It was October, so all my favorite fall flavors were available in my favorite shop. “Hey, Y/N! Long time no see,” the owner, Beth, said from behind the counter. I smiled sadly at her, setting my purse on the counter. “Oh no, what’s wrong?” There was only one other person in the shop, and he was waiting for his coffee to be made.

“I’m fine, I think I’m just overthinking something.”

“Well, I think that calls for a latte and a muffin.” She turned to begin making my order as the other barista, her daughter Alanna, made the other person’s. I glanced at the guy -- he was tall and had dark hair, with a black mask covering the bottom part of his face. I hesitantly made my way to stand in the general vicinity he was in, fiddling with the ring on my left hand. “So, what are you overthinking?” Beth asked, waiting for the espresso to drip. 

“Oh, I just was talking to this guy for a while, and he stopped responding out of nowhere kind of. I don’t know if I did something, or said something, but I really care about him so I’m trying not to flip in case he’s just going through something right now.”

“A guy?” She said with a smirk. “Where’d you meet him?”

“I actually haven’t met him in person. He’s friends with my cousin.” 

Corpse’s POV

I decided that coffee might help me feel better. I felt awful for not responding to Y/N last night, but I couldn’t bring myself to pick up the phone, even though talking to her would have probably made me feel better. The shop wasn’t far from my house, and they had really good fall flavors. I ordered my drink from the young girl and made my way to the far end of the counter to wait. The bell above the door dinged and a girl with Y/C/H walked in. She looked kind of sad. And kind of familiar…

She made small talk with the older woman behind the counter, so I assumed they were friends. She made her way over to me, obviously trying to give me my space. The older woman continued talking to the girl, asking what she was overthinking. “Oh, I just was talking to this guy for a while, and he stopped responding out of nowhere kind of. I don’t know if I did something, or said something, but I really care about him so I’m trying not to flip in case he’s just going through something right now.” Wait a second...

“A guy?” The woman asked. “Where’d you meet him?”

“I actually haven’t met him in person. He’s friends with my cousin.” Oh my god. “But he’s so sweet, and he actually listens to me when I talk.”

“That’s good, your last one had a bad habit of being a shithead and not doing that.” The girl laughed and looked down at her shoes. That’s her. That’s Y/N. Right in front of my face. “Here’s your muffin, sweetie.”

“Thanks. Anyway, I know he struggles sometimes to find the motivation to do anything, because I do too. So I’m trying not to freak about it. He’s a really great guy, I’m sure he just needed some time to himself.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. 

“Yeah, I just needed a break,” I said quietly. Her head shot up, her eyes moving to meet mine. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Corpse?” She asked, surprised.

“Guilty,” I chuckled. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t find it in me to pick up the phone. I actually don’t think I even have it on me,” I said, patting the pockets on my jeans.

“No, that’s okay. I understand. I just didn’t think this would be the way I met you.” The older woman was smiling out of the corner of my eye, setting both of our coffees down on the counter.

“Here y’all go. You’re more than welcome to stay in the shop while we close up for lunch.” Y/N thanked her and glanced up at me.

“Do you want to?” Of course I do. I nodded and followed her to a table in the back corner. “Here, if you sit right there, your back will be to the door.” I looked at her, a little confused. “The windows. Uh… If you face away from them, then no one will… be able to see you.”

“Oh, yeah. Thank you,” I smiled. “So…”

“How are you?” She asked. She was so sincere, and even more beautiful in person. I had only seen pictures and little videos of her on her Instagram. She resembled Sean a little bit, obviously, but she was unlike anyone I had ever seen before. 

“I’m doing better. I just… woke up yesterday and felt awful. My fingers have been numb and I feel kind of nauseous. But I thought that coffee might help me feel better.” She had one hand against her cheek and the other gripped on her mug, listening to me intently. “I guess that was a good idea.” She grinned, letting out a small chuckle. “You’re… so pretty.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” she said, looking down at her coffee.

“I’m serious.” She met my eyes again.

“Thank you.” We sat in a comfortable silence for a while before she spoke again. “You have really nice eyes.” 

“Thank you. So, how did your essay turn out?” Her eyes lit up, excited to talk about her writing. God, she’s gorgeous.

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Opportunity Pt 5

pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!reader

genre: lowkey angst, but it ends fluffy I promise

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, self-deprecation, please read with caution :(

word count: 1394

a/n: hey babes :) it’s finally here! part five <3 let me know if you want to be tagged in this series.

oh and Y/F/M = your favorite movie

Y/F/R = your favorite restaurant 

part 1  part 2  part 3  part 4

Y/N’s POV

Corpse and I had been seeing each other romantically for a few weeks. He was always so sweet, and every time we were together it felt like nothing else existed. Of course, everything else was still there when we parted ways, and that was the reason I found Corpse’s apartment in the state that I did.

I had knocked a couple times with no answer, sighing as I pushed my hair out of my face. I texted him, I called… No answer. I tried the doorknob, and the front door was unlocked. I hesitated, opening the door slowly, and looking around the room to see if he was there. When I didn’t see him, I started to get worried. What if he was sick, what if he was hurt? I set my stuff down on the couch before moving to investigate the rest of the apartment. The door to his office creaked quietly as I nudged it open. His screen was lit, and he had YouTube and Twitter open on both screens. It looked like his headphones were thrown off and his chair was pushed across the room.

I moved on to his bedroom, hoping to have better luck there. The door was closed completely, and I hissed as my bare feet stepped onto broken glass on the floor. Now he’s breaking things? I moved to step back and let out a yelp as a piece dug further into the underside of my foot. “Fuck!” The door to the bedroom opened quickly, a concerned but admittedly awful looking Corpse staring at me as I leaned on the wall across from the doorway. 

“What happened?” He asked quietly. I picked the piece off the bottom of my foot, wincing as the blood started flowing faster out of the cut. “Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit,” he whispered, rushing to the bathroom to grab his first aid kit. I sighed, placing my thumb over the cut to try and stop the bleeding. I appreciated that he was worried about me but I didn’t want him to stress himself out over this. He came back quickly, telling me to sit on the floor so he could look at my foot for me.

“Corpse,” I said quietly, reaching to brush my fingers against his shoulder. He didn’t answer, continuing to clean my cut and make sure there was no glass still in it. “Baby…”

“I don’t think you need stitches.” He put some butterfly bandaids and a wrap around my foot, his hands coming to rest on my ankles once he was done. “I’m sorry…” he whispered.

“Why are you sorry?” He sighed, moving to lay his head on my stomach as I leaned against the wall. I carded my fingers through his hair, rubbing his temples gently as he breathed deeply.

“I don’t mean to be such a mess.”

“You’re not a mess, sweetie.” He sat up, looking at me with a frown etched into his features. 

“Yes I am. If I wasn’t a mess, I wouldn’t have let the stress of my job get to me, and I wouldn’t have broken that vase, and you wouldn’t have cut your foot open. If I wasn’t a mess, this day would have been just like normal, and we would be on the couch watching some dumb movie and talking about our days. I don’t want to mess this up, us up, by being a mess. It isn’t fair for you.” He had tears welling up in his eyes by that point, and I could hear the strain in his voice. I sighed, gently pulling him to lean on the wall next to me and pulling his chin so he would face me.

“Corpse, baby… I want you to listen to me, okay?” He nodded, sniffling as a tear rolled down his cheek. “You are a mess, I will agree with you there. But I don’t care because you are my mess. I would rather come in here to this than have you bottle your feelings up and hide things from me. I was worried that you were sick, or that you hurt yourself, but I’m glad that you’re okay. And whenever you want to, you can talk to me about what’s been bothering you.” I brushed the tears from his cheeks smiling softly. “You’re not by yourself anymore, I hate to break it to you.” He laughed breathily, hugging me to his chest.

“Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my head. “Let me clean this up so we don’t have another incident.” He stood, heading to the kitchen to grab the broom. I watched as he disappeared and reappeared around the corner again with his broom in hand. Once the mess was cleaned, he reached his hands down to help me stand from the floor. “I don’t know if you should be walking.”

“I’m okay.” He stared down at me for a second before hooking his hands behind my knees. “Oh my god, what are you doing?” I shrieked, wrapping my legs and arms around him. 

“Carrying you to the couch, duh.” I sighed, accepting my fate and setting my head on his shoulder as we made our way to the living room. He set me down on the couch gently, smiling as I pouted up at him. “Why are you pouting, baby?” I shrugged, grabbing for his hands. “I’m gonna come sit with you, just give me a minute. Think you can handle that?” He chuckled.

“I guess so,” I sighed jokingly.

Corpse’s POV

I made my way back to my bedroom to grab my phone, leaving a very pouty Y/N on the couch. I texted Sean asking what I should do for her when she doesn’t feel good, and he told me to order from her favorite restaurant and watch Y/F/M with her. I placed a delivery order from Y/F/R and grabbed a hoodie for her before heading back to the living room.

“Here you go, baby.” She slid the hoodie over her head, her hands covered by the sleeves as she reached for me again. I gave in, sitting next to her so she could cuddle into my side. How could I not give in to her when she looks like that and says things like “You’re not by yourself anymore, I hate to break it to you” when I have an absolute meltdown. I turned on the movie Sean had told me to, earning a squeal from her.

“How did you know this is my favorite movie?” I shrugged.

“I guessed.” She raised an eyebrow at me, calling my bullshit. “I asked Sean what to do when you don’t feel good,” I confessed, my cheeks heating up.

“That’s really sweet, I appreciate it.” There was a knock at the door and I grinned, grabbing the food from the hallway. I brought the bag to the living room, setting it on the coffee table and she gasped. “And my favorite food?”

“Of course. Anything for you, baby.”  I said, pressing a kiss to her lips. Her eyes started welling up and I got worried that I had done something wrong. “Oh no, what’s wrong?” She laughed, wiping her eyes with the sleeves of my hoodie.

“Nothing is wrong. Nothing at all.” I sat down next to her, grabbing her hands in mine.

“Why are you crying?”

“I just… I’ve never had someone care about me like this. Except Sean, but he’s on the other side of the Earth. I’m always the one doing the caring, so I… I just really, really… appreciate you, that’s all.” I smiled gently, pulling her chin up so I could look in her eyes. 

“All you’ve done for the past, what? Three months?” She nodded. “All you have done is care about me. You feed me, you make sure I take my meds, you make sure that I’m drinking water and trying to take a break every once in a while. You make me happy, so I want to make sure that you’re happy. It’s the least I can do.” She dug her face into my neck and I felt the tears against my skin. “You deserve the world, Y/N,” I whispered.

“So do you, dummy.”

“Dummy?” I laughed, pulling away to look at her.

“Yes, dummy. But my dummy.”

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What’s up babies? I missed you guys! I was re-reading this and it made me laugh because I really just wrote my love languages out. Acts of Service and Physical Touch? Sign me up.

Anyways, I have a few more essays and finals coming up soon, so I’m not 100% sure when the next part will be, but I will try to do some little blurbs and things with Corpse in the meantime, so if you have any ideas, or you want to be added to a taglist where I tag you everything Corpse, let me know :)

xo

taglist:

@gday5sos @demoiselle-en-detresse00 @itsminniekat @alienvarmint @yongboxerrr @anabundance0ffand0ms @unapprovedtrash @barnesdameron @arossebyanyothername @alilshit @booklover240 @corvuswolf @bi-andready-tocry @oliverasindahouse @mitchiesdungeon @tsunami-m00n @emsies-dream @bibliofilia @janndishsstuff @bbecc-a @uhuhuh @thedragonsbirthgiver @melmachh @softhetixx @danny-devitowo @cpt-cevans  @crapimahuman @annshit @simply-simping @hughugh20 @lauramacch @crystalbaby12 @xuan-my​ 

I couldn’t tag these people and I’m not sure why :/

@atelophobicadolescent @medameusanduiche @holosexualunicorn7000 @siriuslystupid @shamelesworehourstm @bluekittenstuff

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse imagines #corpse_husband #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband fanfic #corpse fanfic #corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader #E-GIRLS are ruining my life #cat girls are ruining my life #stream corpse husband on itunes and spotify #and agoraphobic on youtube #miss you! #white tee #Cabin Fever #never satisfied #opportunity

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Opportunity Pt 4

pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!reader

genre: Halloween fluff

warnings: very cute & sweet imo

word count: 569

a/n: I thought I would do a short little Halloween part :) Happy Halloween!

part 1  part 2  part 3 

Corpse’s POV

I really didn’t know how I had gotten so lucky with Y/N. It was Halloween, and since I didn’t leave the house, I offered for her to come over and spend the night with me and she agreed almost instantly. I heard a knock on my door and slid my mask on before opening the door. There she was, as beautiful as she always was, with a duffle bag slung over one shoulder and her keys in her hand. “Hey,” she smiled.

“Hey, baby.” I pulled her in, taking her stuff and setting it on the couch with my mask before wrapping my arms around her. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” I pressed a quick kiss to her lips, smiling as she ran her thumb along my cheek. “I have some very fun Halloween stuff planned for us.”

“Oh yeah?” She nodded excitedly, opening her bag to reveal matching Halloween sweaters, pumpkin cookies, a bag of candy, fuzzy socks, a blanket, and hot chocolate. “Wow, you’ve got it all figured out,” I laughed, rubbing her shoulders.

“Yeah! And I was thinking we could watch really bad 80s scary movies.” I had never seen anyone so excited for bad 80s horror before.

“You’re adorable. I’m very excited for our Halloween festivities.” 

“I’m glad,” she grinned. “What do you want to do first?” 

“Whatever you want, baby.” She grabbed the box of pumpkin cookies and skipped over to the kitchen. After we put the cookies in the oven, I leaned against the island, watching as she cleaned up the mess. “Hey.” She looked up, drying her hands. “Have I told you lately that you’re amazing?”

“Hmm… I don’t think so,” she said, tapping her chin. 

“Well…” I said, wrapping her into a hug. “You’re amazing.”

“Thank you, honey. So are you,” She said, pulling back to look at me. “You’re the best.”

“How did I get so lucky?” She laughed, running her fingers through my hair.

“I was just about to ask you that!” She pulled me down for a kiss, long and slow. Her phone started ringing from her pocket and she hummed against my mouth. “It’s probably Sean. Annual Halloween call.” I let her go and she answered the phone, meandering into the living room.

Y/N’s POV

“Hey cousin,” Sean said from the other end of the call. “Happy Halloween!”

“Happy Halloween! What are you guys doing this year?”

“One of our friends is throwing a party, so we’re going to make an appearance. What about you?” I looked over to where Corpse was in the kitchen, catching his eye and motioning for him to come sit with me. He happily made his way over, laying his head on my legs. 

“Oh, Corpse and I are staying in, baking cookies, watching movies…”

“Wearing matching sweaters,” he chipped in, chuckling.

“You got matching sweaters?” Sean laughed.

“Yeah! They’re really cute!” We talked for a couple more minutes before ending the call. I looked down at Corpse, who was just staring at me. “What are you staring at?”

“You’re beautiful face, duh.” I rolled my eyes, shoving his head playfully. 

“Ready for movies and sweaters?”

“And the fuzzy socks,” he said, sitting up. 

“Oh, the fuzzy socks, of course.” I felt his hand on my jaw and met his eyes. 

“Happy Halloween,” he said quietly. I smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Happy Halloween.”

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Happy All Hallow’s Eve, little witches! I hope you enjoyed this short little Halloween date night. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list :)

Tag List:

@gday5sos​ @demoiselle-en-detresse00​ @itsminniekat​ @alienvarmint​ @yongboxerrr​ @anabundance0ffand0ms​ @unapprovedtrash​ @barnesdameron​ @arossebyanyothername​ @alilshit​ @booklover240​ @corvuswolf​ @bi-andready-tocry​ @oliverasindahouse​ @mitchiesdungeon​ @tsunami-m00n​ @emsies-dream @bibliofilia​ @janndishsstuff​ @bbecc-a​ @uhuhuh​ @thedragonsbirthgiver​ @melmachh​ @softhetixx​ @danny-devitowo​ @cpt-cevans​@crapimahuman​ @annshit​ @simply-simping​ @hughugh20​ @lauramacch​ 

For some reason I couldn’t tag these people :(

@atelophobicadolescent @medameusanduiche @holosexualunicorn7000 @siriuslystupid

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse imagines #corpse x reader #corpse husband fanfic #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse_husband #stream corpse husband on itunes and spotify #E-GIRLS are ruining my life #cat girls are ruining my life #miss YOU! #white tee #cabin fever #never satisfied #opportunity

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Opportunity Masterlist

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse_husband #corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse imagine #corpse husband imagine #corpse fan fiction #corpse husband fan fiction #stream corpse husband on itunes and spotify #and agoraphobic on youtube #cabin fever #miss you! #white tee #e-girls are ruining my life #cat girls are ruining my life #never satisfied