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star-gaz3rs · 4 years

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Unspoken Words and Read Messages

A/N: I have officially descended into the Corpse_Husband rabbit hole. My god I am in love with a man I've never met. Will I continue this? We'll see what posting-anxiety brain says tomorrow. Also, I don't know how to write for shit, so if this out of character, I apologize.

Y/N: Your Name N/N: Your Screen Name

[WORD COUNT: 705]

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“CORPSE!” The sound of your voice screaming angrily through your microphone appeared for just a moment before your avatar fell into the clouds and the familiar sound of someone leaving a discord call echoed through Corpse’s headphones. The call immediately erupted into laughter as a Victory screen appeared on his end, shortly transitioning back to the familiar spaceship lobby.

“You pulled a Corpse Classic on ‘er! Can’t believe we still fall for that,” Sean replied through laughs.

“N/N I’m sorry! He was so convincing! Oh god, she left,” Sykkuno’s panicked voice cut through the chaos.

“Self-report really works every time for you, huh Corpse?” Charlie added on, a smile evident in his voice. Corpse merely laughed in reply, switching his display from Among Us to Discord DMs.

CORPSE Today at 10:25 PM Haha sorry

However, the normal ping of a message going through didn’t greet his ears, and he frowned for a moment, looking back at the screen. His message didn’t go through. He tried sending another message.

CORPSE Today at 10:25 PM ? N/N, you there?

Wait… did you block him? He let out a laugh that sounded more like a wheeze at the realization. His suspicions were confirmed as the sound of someone joining the lobby played and a quiet and embarrassed voice spoke up.

“Guys… how do I unblock Corpse?” You asked with a laugh, and Corpse felt the familiar butterflies in his chest explode when you spoke. Looking back to his DMs, he decided to mess with you a bit while you still have him blocked. He hummed quietly to himself as he typed, barely even registering the conversation going on in the call.

CORPSE Today at 10:26 PM Wow, you deadass blocked me. I’m hurt. You can’t even see my pain.

Corpse's breath caught for a moment, rereading what he had just sent. You couldn’t see what he was typing. So, hypothetically speaking, he could type anything, right? He could finally let out the words he could never say to you. He felt his face heat up as he caught the sound of your laugh for a moment. If only you understood how fucking angelic your laugh sounded…

Before he knew it, his shaking hands were flying across the keyboard, anxiety be damned. He had to get it out, he had to. It was torturous, eating him alive every day he pretended like you were nothing more but an online friend to him. As he typed the final word, his finger hesitated over the enter key for a moment before slamming down on the button.

CORPSE Today at 10:28 PM Y/N Thank fucking god you’ll never see this shit but I’m in love with you, fucking head over heels. I feel like a goddamn idiot all the time because I never tell you how beautiful you are and how your laugh does things to me I never thought anyone could do. FUCK I just want to hold your hand so goddamn much right now and tell you how fucking perfect you are.

Corpse let out a sigh, finally feeling a small bit of relief. At least he was admitting it, even if it was to some stupid database full of 1s and 0s that would never relay the message to anyone who needed to hear it. It was lost to the Discord abyss for all time. Looking back to his computer to finally pay attention to the game again, his heart nearly stopped. Weren’t blocked messages… supposed to be red?

“Oh! I think I got it-” You proclaimed in contentment. Corpse felt his heart drop into his stomach. Fuck. You could see that. Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK. His hands flew back to his keyboard, deleting the message as fast as possible. Did he delete it fast enough? You couldn’t have seen that, right?

“Y/N? Did you get it?” Sean asked. When you didn’t reply, he asked again.

“Oh, uh, sorry… yeah, I uh, I got it. Sorry, I just- uh, are we starting the next round?” You replied, confusion evident in your tone as the sound of typing could be heard. As a new message appeared in the DM, Corpse’s heart stopped entirely.

N/N Today at 10:30 PM What?

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star-gaz3rs · 5 years

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Bookworm [Akira Kurusu x Tutor!Reader]

A/N: Why hello there! This is my first time ever writing an x reader, so I hope it isn’t too horrible. I’ve checked it over a few times for spelling and grammar errors, but there is always something that is going to get past me so I apologize in advance for that.

In a lot of x reader stories Akira/Ren is often the one helping reader-chan study, so I thought it would be rather interesting to see a story where the reader is the tutor for once. After all, it would make sense that Akira/Ren would be behind on lessons since he transferred to Shujin partway through the year.

I’ll be referring to Akira/Ren as Akira in this fic simply because I prefer that name.

also i headcanon that akira’s eyes are red just like in the all out attack so don’t @ me okay thanks enjoy

[Word Count: 1,256]

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“Shut up.” That got their attention. “Some of us are actually trying to pay attention in class since exams are next week, so shut up and listen,” you seethed at your classmates, careful to whisper so your teacher didn’t hear. Truth be told, you couldn’t give a crap about your upcoming exam for this class, already having a near perfect grade. However, if you had to hear one more word about the transfer student sitting next to you, you were going to lose it. It’s not like he’s the only person to participate in shady behavior at this school, but you guess it only mattered to them if you got caught for it. Looking back to your notes, you sighed to yourself contentedly, not hearing the classmates to your right gossiping anymore. You can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched, however...

As the school bell rang and you gathered your belongings, you still felt eyes on you. Glancing around briefly, you only see a couple of your classmates grouping up together and the transfer student scribbling notes into a… diary? Journal? You weren’t really sure, but the feeling of uneasiness still came over you even after looking around for the source and finding nothing. Picking up your bag and swinging it around your shoulder, you began to head to your tutoring session in the library. After all, you needed the cash, and it was the best studying you were going to do for the exams anyway. And hey, maybe that feeling would go away.

It didn’t. You sat in the library with your tutee, who was furiously scribbling down the notes you had just given him about his essay performance. Even after moving locations, you still felt like you were being followed. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as you looked around however, except for… the transfer student? It seemed he was in the library as well, which was a bit of a shock to you. Still, it made sense, as many new faces showed up when exams loomed closely. Attempting to brush off the feeling, you looked back to your classmate and began to correct his work.

Before you knew it, it was already 5. ‘Time to head home,’ you thought to yourself with a quiet sigh. ‘Maybe I should play some video games tonight, or finish that book…’ you debated to yourself quietly when you felt the sensation of unease hit you again. There was no mistaking the feeling, you were definitely being followed. Picking up your pace slightly, you began to walk through the now empty hallways, attempting to find someone else so you wouldn’t feel so alone. You didn’t get too far in your search when suddenly there was a hand on your shoulder. You nearly screamed at the touch and whipped around, ready to sock someone in the face.

“Sorry. Did I scare you?” your “assailant” chuckled slightly as he removed his hand from your shoulder and adjusted his glasses. A slight smirk seemed to flash across his face for a moment at the thought, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed. Did he really feel that smug about startling you?

“Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous,” you retorted a bit harshly, holding your bag closer to you and looking the boy in front of you up and down. A tall stature, lanky frame, messy black hair, and round rimmed glasses that nearly hid his crimson eyes from view completely. He almost looked like a nerd. You mentally scoffed at that thought. Although he didn’t have the appearance of a delinquent, you had still heard the rumors and while you weren’t going to participate in their harassment, you weren’t really planning on speaking to him either. “Anyways, what do you want? I need to get home,” you replied a bit coldly, hoping to end this conversation quickly.

“Am I holding you up? Sorry,” he replied with what seemed to be a rather genuine tone. “I just didn’t think you’d want to be seen with me earlier.”

So he’s the one that was following you? That… was slightly unnerving. Maybe he really was a delinquent. Oh crap, was he a delinquent? You could die! ...well, maybe not that far, but still, he could be dangerous. Should you run for it? Yell for help?

“I just wanted to thank you.”

Your thoughts of panic shattered at that sentiment. “W-what?” you replied, cursing yourself for stuttering.

“You know, for saying something earlier.” He began to rub the back of his neck and he looked a bit flustered as well. He quickly gained his composure again, however, unlike you.

“O-oh, of course,” you managed to stutter out again, completely unsure of what to say to him. Sure, you wanted to help out a little bit, but you never expected him to take an apology this far. After all, he had waited hours after school had ended before even approaching you because of his concern for your reputation, and you didn’t even know his name. That was… surprisingly kind of him.

“Oh, and, it’s Akira,” he responded, seeming to notice the confusion in your eyes. You however, only continued to stare blankly at him. “My name? It’s Akira Kurusu,” he elaborated.

That made more sense. “I see. Well it’s… nice to finally talk to you, Kurusu,” you responded, attempting to calm your nerves with the casualness of the statement.

“Akira. You can call me Akira,” Akira gave you a small grin and pushed his glasses up his nose again.

“Oh, sorry, Akira,” you replied, feeling a bit embarrassed to be calling him by his first name so quickly. You had spoken one time and he already wanted you to be on a first name basis? What an interesting boy.

“You’re a tutor though, right?” Akira asked. His head tilted ever so slightly in order to get a better look at your face, as you were beginning to look away from him, having a hard time making eye contact.

“Y-yeah.” your usually calm and slightly snarky demeanour was beginning to fall apart after thinking more about his insistence for you to call him Akira.

“That’s cool. You must be pretty smart to be able to do that,” the compliments rolled off his tongue nonchalantly. “Mind teaching me sometime before exams? I haven’t caught up on this school’s lessons.”

“U-um, sure, I wouldn’t mind…” your voice was becoming quieter and quieter with every word, and you were really struggling keeping eye contact with him at this point. Most people thought you were quite pretentious to be offering tutoring, it wasn’t often you heard such a genuine compliment. In fact, you heard jabs at you so often you had developed quite the icy personality. So why was Akira being so nice?

Akira gave you a small nod at your agreement, looking quite pleased to have found someone willing to teach him. “Well, I don’t want to hold you up anymore. I’ll see you around, bookworm.” He smirked at your reaction to the nickname, noticing the way your hands began to fidget with the strap on your bag.

“Y-yeah, I’ll see you,” you replied, still contemplating what he had just said. Bookworm? The name itself wasn’t that nice, but the way he said it made you feel… dizzy. You didn’t even realize he had left the hallway, or wait, did he leave the hallway? You weren’t quite sure. One thing you were sure of though, was that the light blush on your cheeks wasn’t going away anytime soon.

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