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struggling-with-time · 8 months ago
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Off Cam Kisses [Corpse x reader]
Paring: Corpse x female!reader
Summary: “I will always find cute the idea of reader streaming and corpse just walking to her and cupping her cheeks or pulling softly her collar to kiss her off camera.” requested by anon
Warnings: Fluff pure fluff
A/N: Have a nice day! <3
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You are currently streaming, when you hear your studio door open, you look over to smile at Corpse as he walks in. You return to answering chats questions, when Corpse keep just out of frame to read it with you.
“What’s my favourite… Oh no I can’t say that on stream.” You laugh, and points the question out to Corpse, who lets out his own laugh at it. “Someone is asking if you can answer the questions.” You look at him as, he leans against the chair beside you. Still standing up. He nods.
“Okay, favourite food?”
“Tacos, but you refuse to get them from anywhere but the place three roads down.”
“That’s true… That’s true…”
“Your favourite colour? Green.”
“Let me answer a couple for you.” Your viewers can see you turn your head to Corpse, a pout on your face.
“Go on. What’s my favourite tv-show?”
“That’s a trick question, we don’t pay for television, and your favourite show is that anime…” You trail off, the title lost on your tongue. “The one with those people, that does those… things. I know this one! Just give me a second.”
“I’m hurt baby, you hear this chat, she doesn’t know my favourite show.” Corpse teases you for all your viewers to hear and for them to see the embarrassment on you. As you lift your head a chat message catches your eyes.
“Corpse are you streaming right now?”
“Yeah, I left to go look how you were doing.” He chuckles, oh how you love that chuckle.
“You should go back!”
“I think, I can answer one more question, what’s my favourite activity?” You watch in confusion as he looks at you. “This.” He puts his hand into frame, and gently pull you on the collar you’re wearing, for you head to be out of frame. Your viewers only left to speculate what’s going on, but by the time your face returns, it’s red flustered, and your lips are swollen.
“Have a good stream, baby.” He gets up from the chair, and chat can see him pet her head. You watch him as he walks out your studio. Before returning to your stream as if nothing happened, and your chat isn’t blowing up.
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delicrieux · 6 months ago
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☆ミ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”
PART 13: ...O-OH?
it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.
─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided)  ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno
author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots
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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.
No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.
The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”
Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”
Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.
There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.
“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too. 
More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.
Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby. 
Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.
“Hey, dude!”
“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”
“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air. 
“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.
“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”
-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully. 
“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.
“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”
“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”
“Of course, baby.” You purr. 
There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...
“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.
“You know it!”
“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”
“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”
“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”
“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.
its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me
ikr she looks ready to join the monastery
each day we stray closer to gods light???
Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.
The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”
“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.
“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby? 
One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too. 
Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”
Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”
“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”
“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”
“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.
“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.
“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”
“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”
corpse stop acting weird challenge
literally omg lmao
he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!
^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi
“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”
“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen. 
Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.
“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.
“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”
You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.
With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.
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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration. 
The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.
worried about this dynamic 
its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz
Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.
“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”
“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.
“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.
“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”
You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.
“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”
You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”
“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”
“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”
“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.
“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.
“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised. 
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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.
You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively  good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.
Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.
Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.
“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”
People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.
“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.
flame him
corpse boutta be a corpse fr
beat his ass queen!!!!!
“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”
“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”
“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”
“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”
“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.
“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”
“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”
“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”
“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.
“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”
The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls.  The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”
“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.
“It’s Y/n.”
“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly,  “get my pretty name out of your mouth.” 
There’s a pause full of tense silence. 
Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”
“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”
“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.
“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.
“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.
“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.
You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.” 
“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”
“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”
“No, wait-”
“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.
“Y/n, please-”
“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.
“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.
“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis. 
“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”
“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”
Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.
20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”
Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.
Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!
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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.
Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.
Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.
It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.
“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.
“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”
“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”
“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”
Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.
It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.
The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing. 
“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”
“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”
“Maybe Momo?”
“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”
You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.
“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”
“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”
“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan. 
“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.
Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.
now she notices
snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour 
corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it
opening wattpad rn^
Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach. 
“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”
Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno. 
“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”
“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.
“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”
If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi. 
why is that kinda hot tho omg
didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do
y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao 
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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.
“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.
“Hm?”
“Was talking to the roaches.”
“What are they saying?”
“That I should betray you.”
“...Better not.”
A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”
“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”
“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!
“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”
You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”
“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”
You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”
“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.
“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”
You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”
He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”
 Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”
“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”
“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”
It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.
y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge
making fanart of this omg her face
its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!
^she cant, it lives there
“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”
“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”
“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.
Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”
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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.
“Baby, you know what to do.”
The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”
“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”
“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”
“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.
“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”
“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.
“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”
You’re silent for a moment.
“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.
A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”
“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.
The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.
Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.
“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”
“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”
“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”
“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”
“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”
yeah he would be lmao
mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n
rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels
As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.
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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!
tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos - @fairywriter-oracle - @tsukishimawh0re - @ofstarsanddreams - @bbecc-a - @annshit - @leahh19 - @letsloveimagines - @bellomi-clarke - @wineandionysus - @guiltydols - @onephootinfrontoftheother - @liamakorn - @thirstyfangirl - @lilysdaydreams - @pan-ini - @mxqicshxp - @tanchosanke - @yoshinorecommends - @flightsandfantasy - @liljennyx3 - @bingusmode - @unknown-and-invisible - @sinister-sleep - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat - @mercury--moon - @peterparkerspjsuit - @unstableye - @simonsbluee - @shinyshimaagain - @ppopty - @siriuslystupid - @crapimahuman - @ofthedewthesunlight - @mythicalamphitrite - @artsyally - @corpsesimpp - @corpsewhitetee - @corpse-husbandsimp - @hyp-oh-critical - @roses-and-grasses - @rhyrhy462 - @sparklylandflaplawyer - @charbkgo - @airwaveee - @creativedogs - @kaitlyn2907 - @loxbbg - @afuckingunicornn - @fleurmoon - @yeolliedokai
more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙
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bakubabes-hatake · 9 months ago
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Muted Infatuation || Corpse x Reader
Warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff
Word Count: 1.2k
Find part two here if you’re ready for a continuation. 👏
As you watched the small characters running around your screen you couldn’t help but smile. There were already ten of you in the lobby, but that’s when you heard one of them speak up. “I think I’m done for the night. I really need to get something to eat and go to bed at a decent time.”
You laughed a little and readjusted your mic in front of your mouth. “Oh come on, don’t be a party pooper. It’s only 10 pm. We won't have a full lobby that way!”
You heard the familiar voice of Jack ring out above the rest. “I think I might have a tenth player, just give me a minute to get in touch with them.”
Everyone stayed silent for a moment, waiting to hear exactly who Jack was talking about, but that’s when you heard the familiar sound of a discord notification. When you looked down at your phone and saw that it was a private message the butterflies in your stomach intensified. You should have known that this was who Jack would get. A majority of the lobby hadn’t known him yet, but it was now time for them to meet one of the best players you knew.
Corpse 10:06pm
Are you playing Among Us with Jack and his lobby?
You stared at the message for a long time before you finally answered. You had felt the familiar knot that filled your throat whenever you knew you were talking to him growing. The two of you had been speaking outside of the streams, but no one else in the chat had known that. The feelings you got just from him speaking your name made you melt where you sat.
Y/n 10:06pm
Yea. I am. Why? What’s up?
You were almost impatient as you watched the bottom of your screen pop up with Corpse is typing…
Corpse 10:07pm
Cool, I’m about to join in. He just hit me up. I look forward to killing you… or teaming up if the chance comes.
You hadn’t even had time to speak again when you heard Jack announcing him in. “There’s very few of you in the lobby that knows him, I think there’s only two or three of us that do. But here’s our tenth. Corpse, everybody… everybody, Corpse.”
A round of greetings spread through the Discord chat as you patiently waited for the people who hadn’t known him to be surprised. And when they were all quiet and the booming sound of his deep voice rang through the speakers it was exactly what you expected. “Hello.”
Shocked sounds came from everyone and laughter erupted from Jack, a couple of others, and yourself. Corpse wasted no time in speaking to you. “Y/n… it’s good to hear you again.”
Everyone around stopped and waited for your reply. Your thoughts turned to mush as you were singled out. Of course, he would choose now… in a group of friends… to show that you had been more friendly than you had intended to be when you first met. After your first stream with him he had added you to his friend’s list and the next morning he had reached out to you. The rest was history.
You cleared your throat, trying your hardest not to sound as nervous as you were. The butterflies in your stomach once again threaten to make you walk to your bathroom. “Hey, Corpsie.”
His angelic laugh flustered you, you knew that he was laughing because he knew just what he was doing to you. “Don’t worry, if things get too rough I got your back, Corpse will protect you.” That laugh sent shivers down your spine as you melted in your seat. As his character color turned to black and the suit and horns came out you knew it was time to party.
Round after round you admired this man's ability to keep his tone as straight as you had ever heard someone when under pressure. His ability to make his way out of nearly every situation, even when all the suspicion was on him. But as the game finally ended and everyone slowly left the chat only Jack, Corpse, and yourself remained. You had nearly forgotten to exit the discord chat when you hear your name brought up. “Jack… can I tell you something? It’s about y/n.”
Jack sounded a little surprised but continued. “Yea. Of course, you can.”
Corpse cleared his throat and you heard him lean back in his chair, pulling at his headphones a little. “So we’ve been talking a lot outside of the streams if you didn’t already know that.” His nervous laughter filled the silence that was there. “To the point where I send her a good morning text every day.”
Jack sounded surprised, but there was happiness to his voice. “You guys exchanged numbers?”
“Yea. We did that the first night. We’ve been talking on the phone a lot. She’s one of the very few people who know what I actually look like.”
You had to cover your mouth as you listened so that you didn’t let any happy sounds out. Your finger hit the mute button as you let out a squeal. You had a feeling that you knew where this conversation was going.
Jack had looked down at his discord and had noticed your bubble still being in the chat, but as he tried to catch his attention he was ignored. “Corpse… uh... “
Corpse continued to talk over to him. “I really like her man. I think that I might ask her to dinner sometime soon.” Jack cleared his throat and Corpse continued. “She makes me so happy and I’ve never actually met her man. Videos and pictures probably don’t even do her justice.”
Finally, he stopped talking and Jack sighed and laughed. “You do sound like you like her Corpse. Maybe you should ask her out. I think it would be good for both of you.” You paid more attention as he spoke to you in a sense. “I know that she could use a night out with a nice guy.”
Corpse chuckled nervously again. “Are you sure that she’d say yes?”
Jack’s laughter grew louder as he replied. “Why don’t you just answer him Y/n?” Corpse’s laughter stopped as he looked down at his phone to see your bubble in the chat still.
You slowly cleared your throat and unmuted yourself. “I’m sorry. I should have told you that I was still in here, but I wanted to hear what you had to say.”
Jack hated that he had to interrupt, but he replied quickly and saw his way out. “I tried to tell you before you even started talking, but you didn’t hear me. Have fun, you crazy kids.”
Corpse was nervous, it was all over his voice. “Uhhh, so, dinner sometime?”
You smiled and tried to keep your voice from sounding to giddy. “I’d love that. But we don’t have to go anywhere. Takeout at my place?”
The deep, raspy voice that filled the space around you told you exactly what you wanted to hear. “I’ll be over with dinner tomorrow night. I can’t wait.”
You giggled to yourself and hung up the chat, holding the phone to your chest, a happy noise coming from you that you hadn’t heard in a while. Little did you know, on the other end he leaned back in his chair with a smile spread from ear to ear, laughing happily in the office space that he sat in.
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corpseglider · 9 months ago
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pairing .. corpse x youtuber!reader (gn)
summary .. two faceless youtubers betting the looks of their appearance
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"What if I just..” Your voice trailed on, the volume being monotone from the boredom you were facing. You’d been streaming for hours now, trying your best in countless games, winning and losing some.
The time seemed to move at snail speed, the energy having died down in the last hour or two. All you wanted was a little pick-me-up to get the gang going again.
“What if I sent a picture of my face to one of you guys?”
You surprised yourself with your suggestion, wondering if this was a good idea or not, before deciding that you could trust these people. After all, they were your friends and they knew how important a face reveal was to a faceless youtuber.
“Are you sure, Y/N?” Rae asked, worried for your privacy. “That seems like kind of a big deal, we don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
You spoke into the mic, reassuring them of your decision. “It’s alright, guys.” You ran your little character in circles around the three crates. “I trust you.”
As you finished responding to Rae, an idea popped into your head. A genius idea that would for sure get the group excited. “What if we all played hide and seek, and I was the seeker?”
“And whoever I find last gets a selfie from your’s truly?”
Everyone laughed, gaining interest in your little bet. They all thrived on competition no matter what the prize was, the idea of your face was nothing in comparison to the idea of victory.
“You’re positive about this, Y/N?” You hear Corpse ask right as the timer began to count down from ten. A blush formed on your cheeks, hearing his concern for you.
You unmuted your mic, having turned it off in preparation for the round. “Thanks for worrying, but yeah I am.” 
With that, the round began, you luckily gaining the role of Imposter on the first try. You vented in front of everyone in the cafeteria, turned lights off, and waited as they all ran in opposite directions.
You took a minute to recite the sixty seconds in your head, giving them plenty of time to find a good hiding spot or a strategic position. You looped around the cafeteria in a large circle, immediately finding Felix in the corner.
“I don’t understand him sometimes.” You laughed, expressing your complete and utter confusion to your viewers. “You know what, that’s kind of funny. We’ll let him live for now.”
You ran around Felix twice, letting him know that you were sparing his life and exited the cafeteria, running into an empty admin room.
Sighing, you then made your way to storage, seeing little leftovers of a white game tag underneath the pile of boxes. Clicking your kill button, you ended them, not even knowing who it was.
The game continued on, you sparsely finding your friends here and there, killing them as you ventured throughout the dark spaceship.
At this point, you assumed that there were about two or three people left alive. Sean, Charlie, and Corpse were your best guesses. The three of them were absolutely amazing at the game.
However, you soon spotted Charlie in shields, hiding behind the large wall. His death was quick, surprising you as the Victory screen arose.
It was Corpse who had won your little game of hide and seek, the faceless man being proud of his little victory. “Guys, I was just standing in electrical the entire time and somehow no one went in there?”
“Are you serious?” You facepalmed, realizing your mistake. You hadn’t gone into electrical for the sole reason that that was where lights were. You’d completely forgotten about it.
Corpse laughed, most likely nodding his head in amusement at how bewildered you sounded. “Y/N!” Felix cooed, “I believe Corpse has a prize that he needs to collect!”
You rolled your eyes, pulling your phone out of the conjoined pocket of your sweatshirt. The camera flashed before your eyes as you took a quick selfie, sticking up your middle finger in the process.
You studied the photo for a second, deciding if it was worthy of your standards. Brushing away all of your doubts, you quickly found Corpse’s contact in your phone and sent him the photo.
The chat was blowing up in excitement for Corpse’s reaction, your friends clapping and cheering to see what would come next, while you sat in anxiety—worried if he wouldn’t like the way you looked.
“Oh wow.” You heard Corpse mumble into his mic. He went silent for a few more seconds before following up with a question. “Y/N is this really you?”
You frowned, thinking that your appearance wasn’t good enough in his eyes. “Yeah,” you shrugged, screaming at yourself internally. “That’s me, I know it’s not much.”
Corpse scoffed, pulling his mic closer to his mouth. “Are you kidding me?” He asked, directing his words to you and only you.
“You’re absolutely beautiful.”
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struggling-with-time · 8 months ago
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Kitten Calling [Corpse x reader]
Paring: Corpse husband x Female!reader
Summary: Corpse calling the reader kitten on his or hers and she gets nervous and everyone teases her pretty please or they play among us and he goes "who killed my kitten i will avenge you baby" 🥺👉👈
Warnings: fluff, bit of teasing
A/N: God dammit this was supposed to be a headcanon, but you, the ice cream, (and a small drink) got me in a better mood. Sorry for the long time to post this. Wasn’t happy with the first one, and this one became really short, also who ever invented sharp spoon edges. I’m not mad at you just disappointed.
Set in the same universe as Gifted Collar, and Cat Girl
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You watch as your little yellow astronaut fall to the ground. You huff, it was the third time in a row you barely made it 2 minutes into the game before dying. You take a quick peak over to Corpses Computer to see him still alive. You keep going with your tasks, finishing wiring and in the midst of download when your body gets reported, as the only one dead in the game. Again. For the third time.
Corpse is the first to speak. “Okay, who killed my Kitten, you’re all targeting her, and I will avenge her.” The rest of the call sits in silence. Sykkuno is the first one to speak.
“Your kitten huh? I thought we were married.” He sniffles, and all hell break loose they start talking over each other. Their discussion time chipping away without anyone seemingly caring.
“Does this mean Y/N is a cat girl then?” Rae asks, earning a laugh from you. You know you’re dead and not supposed to speak but you just can’t resist the opportunity.
“Oh no, I’m not the one here owning a cat ear headset.” You reveal to the rest, creating more chaos.
“It’s one pair, and you said you liked them on me.” Corpse defends himself.
“I’m sorry honey, but I never specified who.” You keep teasing, earning a glare from Corpse that’s sitting near you. You retaliate by putting your tongue out at him.
The word defeat flashes across the screen as you see Toast and Rae reveal to be imposters. Due to none of you voting too caught up in the expanding chaos.
“Kitten Y/N, really? Kitten?” Sean teases, you shrug your shoulders, until you remember they can’t see you.
“Why not? I’m clingy, warm, and good company.” You brag to the rest, “A kitten!”
Felix turns the conversation away from the topic at hand to get back into playing the game.
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fandomlit · 9 months ago
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requested by anon “Could you do a Corpse Husband where the reader is simping for him over call and everyone's making fun of them for it because they are very shy and quiet and overall kind of a gentle baby™ and they are all teasing the poor reader but corpse fuckin joins the call but no one notices and they keep teasing them about it and corPSE HEARS”
a/n i am once again apologizing for my inactivity
imagine fangirling over corpse husband’s voice
“-did you react when you first heard his voice?” was all corpse heard when he finally joined the among us call. he immediately knew the conversation was about him, and refrained from making his presence known.
you giggled. “uh.. did you guys see jason sulli’s reaction to corpse’s voice?” they all responded positively. “it was.. kinda like that, but internal.”
“butterflies in the ass and everything?” felix teased, his tone serious. 
everyone laughed and you laughed, “no! no, in the stomach.”
“sure..,” felix trailed skeptically.
“seriously,” you giggled, “the first time i heard his voice..” you trailed off softly and giggled to yourself.
“simp,” jack coughed.
just as jack finished speaking, corpse finally spoke, “well don’t stop now.” you froze. “what happened when you first heard my voice?”
everyone barely heard the sound of your head hitting your desk as they burst into hysterics. when you finally lifted your head, your face was bright red.
“continue, y/n,” corpse encouraged, leaning back in his chair with a smirk.
“uh..,” you squeaked, moving some of your hair out of your face. “nothing. i didn’t say anything. i’ve never spoken ever, and i never will.” you muted your mic and dropped your head again.
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star-gaz3rs · 9 months ago
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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
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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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corpseglider · 9 months ago
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pairing .. corpse x youtuber!reader (fem)
summary .. in which corpse lets you win a round of among us
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You smirked as the large bold letters scrolled in front of your eyes, Imposter.
It felt as if it’d been ages since you’d gotten the challenging role. In the last round, your little worker’s life had almost immediately ended after being killed by Rae.
You’d spent the entirety of the round as a ghost, answering viewer’s questions from your livestream, and trailing along with Rae’s murderous streaks.
You’d been playing as a group for nearly two hours now, which was about halfway through your livestream—and this was the very first time you’d gotten Imposter since you started the game.
“First time of the stream.” You muttered underneath your breath, speaking quietly although you were on mute. You moved your cursor around the screen, watching as everyone ran from the cafeteria.
Sean and Felix stuck together, making their way to weapons—while Sykkuno, Toast, and the others headed towards storage in a large group. The only one left in the cafeteria was Poki, who was AFK for a bathroom break.
As your little character entered med bay, you gasped to yourself, seeing Toast alone and in the middle of a scan. You laughed to yourself as you watched his body fall, taking one win for your team.
You vented out of med bay and into electrical, running into Corpse while you exited the newly lit room. Your partner, Sean, had shut the lights off, allowing you an alibi for why you were leaving electrical.
Corpse ran around you in circles, gesturing for you to follow him as he lead you up the hallway and into shields. “Hey, Corpse.” You said to yourself, the smile on your face being seen through your words.
“I guess we’re sticking with Corpse now, guys.” 
The chat immediately blew up. Fans had grown to ship you and Corpse ever since you’d begun playing Among Us with the group, noticing the flirty interactions that never failed to occur.
@user: corpse x y/n is back!
@user: omg what if she kills him
@user: you guys are literally my parents..date.
You stood by as he began to do his tasks, the Simon Says one being the first of many. While he was distracted you ran to the top vent, leaving Corpse alone for a moment, before killing Dave in the med bay hallway.
Faster than lightning, you returned to Corpse’s side, praying that he hadn’t seen you vent or have any suspicion of you being the imposter.
You held your breath, waiting to see if he’d ran to the cafeteria to call a meeting, before letting it out slowly. The beating of your heart subsided as he continued on as if nothing happened.
“Okay guys.” You said to your viewers, following Corpse as he led you out of shields and back down towards electrical. “I think we got away with that one.”
Corpse then proceeded to perform some of his tasks, while you did as well. You stood by the walls, pretending to complete your missions—ensuring that the green bar moved every time, of course.
There were little moments where you’d abandon him for a split second, murdering one of your bystander friends, and then reuniting with the crew member in the midst of tasks.
Sean had been ejected from the ship after the first emergency meeting. Felix calling it, having seen him vent right out in the open.
It was obviously not the most ideal scenario to lose your partner, but you thought that you still had this round in the bag, no matter if Sean was there or not.
By now, you were positive that Corpse had no suspicion that you were the Imposter. He definitely would’ve said something by now if he did have any witnessing thoughts on your disappearance. 
“Oh no, oh no, oh no.” You mumbled, frantically preparing yourself to lie and lie as the report alert flashed across your screen. “Time to put my game face on.”
A loud gasp escaped your lips, faking shock at the amount of people already dead. “Oh my god, Sykkuno!” You yelled, adding on to the effect of innocence. “I can’t believe you killed Poki and Felix this time!”
You’d chosen to continuously blame Sykkuno for each and every one of your victims after the bodies were reported. He was all on his own, giving him no alibi or player to defend him.
It was now between you, Corpse, and Sykkuno to determine who won or lost the round. You hadn’t snagged a win in quite a while as Imposter, so your fingers were crossed tight for the final vote.
“Corpse, buddy!” Sykkuno said, directing all of his persuasive energy into his words. “You have to believe me, it was Y/N!”
You scoffed, pretending to be shocked by his accusation—when in reality you were snickering, smirking at his panicked explanations.
Corpse was laughing hysterically. If you could see his face, there’d most likely be tears running down his cheeks from the amount of belly-aching giggles leaving his mouth.
The ‘voted’ sticker popped up next to his avatar as well as Sykkuno’s. You held your breath before choosing to vote as well, clicking on the latter’s name and hoping that Corpse did as well.
“Yes!” You screamed, jumping up from your chair in excitement. The sight of your victory brought joy to your senses. “I can’t believe I actually won like that!”
As everyone began to unmute their mics, congratulating you on your win, Toast brought up the big question that was racking your mind earlier.
“Corpse, did you really just let her kill me and get away with it?”
Your crush was silent, the others agreeing with Toast in the fact that Corpse was a major simp for you and only you. He’d do anything to make you happy, even if it meant throwing a game.
“I wouldn’t have let her get away with it, if you hadn’t let yourself get killed.” Corpse responded, humor laced in his words, “and Y/N’s great company. I love chasing her around.”
You blushed, happy to hear that he liked spending time with you even if it was with computer characters and in complete silence.
“Hey Corpse,” you smiled, running around with him in circles around the crates. “Want some company in the next round?”
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struggling-with-time · 9 months ago
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Can I have my sweater back? [Corpse x reader]
Paring: Corpse husband x Female!reader
Summary: “corpse and reader are like roommates (and are dating, but no one knows yet) and while they’re both streaming with the usual among us gang, they accidentally let it slip *insert tik tok audio* and everyone is like “wait what?” Requested by @julimelodi
Warnings: Soft!reader, meantion of virginity?
Words: 1k
A/N: Open for requests
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“Y/N! HI!” Seans voice blasts through your headset as you join the discord call.
“Hey Sean.” Your soft voice replies. You quickly get your stream started and greets the early birds to your stream. Your favourite parts of streaming is always in the beginning and the end. You like interacting with your chat, and they enjoy listening to you answer their questions. As more people join you take a step back in the discord call. You’re not too much of a people person around loud noises, and they can be loud.
A couple of more minutes passes as you answer chat questions before some directs you in the discord call. “Y/N, where’s Corpse?” It was Felix.
You pull up the long sleeves from Corpses hoodie you stole. “He should be here soon, I can go check up on him. Be right back chat, I’ll just see if Corpse is getting ready too.”
You mute your microphone as you get up from your setup in your old room, and walks into your shared bedroom with Corpse. You’ve been roommates and stream partners for years. But this relationship is fairly new. Or fairly new in both of your standards, it’s been a good 5 months since Corpse officially asked you to be his girlfriend. It was over a bottle of wine in the middle of a movie. You kinda didn’t believe him until he asked you again over breakfast the next morning.
You softly knock on the bedroom door, and open it to step in. Corpse is in the middle of adjusting his microphone as you step in. “Hey…” Your soft voice greets him. The two of you opposites like day and night. Corpse is rough, edgy and scary. You’re everything cute, soft, and loveable.
He looks over at you. “The others are asking after you, I just wanted to check up everything was going okay in here.” You smile at him, as you cross the room and wrap your arms around him from behind.
“All good here babe, you can go back to your own, I’m joining now-“ Corpse turns around as you let go of him,”-Is that my sweater?”
You giggle as you bop his nose, “Just join we’re only waiting for you.” Corpse grins at you, before stealing a kiss, and joining the discord call.
“I heard you were missing me.” He says into the microphone. You stifle a laugh, as you walk out the door, making sure to close it after you, as to not create echo. You quickly get in your chair and back onto the call. Nobody seeing how you nearly tripped over the headset wire. There were pecks to being faceless.
“And I’m back again.” Your soft voice nearly drowns in the sea of voices greeting Corpse.
“Let’s get started!” Felix exclaims and a few seconds goes by as Crewmate shows up on your screen. You sigh in relief, not having the nerves to start out as impostor.
The game consists of you, Rae, Corpse, Sean, Felix, Sykkuno, Toast, Lily, GreaseBall and Michael Reeves.
You team up with Rae to do shields, and you watch over her as she does too. You’re on your way to Nav when a report comes up.
Felix is dead.
“I found the body in medbay. Sean was with me.” Sykkuno says.
“That’s true.” Sean says
“Did you see anyone nearby?” Corpse asks.
“No, they could’ve vented to cams or electrical.” Sean sighs.
“I can clear Corpse, we were over in admin.” Toast says.
“Me and Rae did shields.” You tell the rest, Rae hums
“I was with Michael and Grease.” Lily says.
“So no one sus?” Rae concludes.
“Let’s just skip.” Sean confirms.
Two more rounds pass by each with one kill and nobody being suspicious. You’re doing your last task in electrical with Rae, as Corpse and Toast went into the room, doing a quick double kill taking you and Rae down. You sigh as you become a ghost, you follow Corpse around now that all your tasks are done.
“I’m gonna haunt him for the rest of the game.” You murmur to your chat, as you float in circles around Corpse. The two of them went into Cams, right before Raes body gets reported by Grease.
“Y/N and Rae was dead in electrical.” Grease tells the rest of them. “Where were you?”
“I was in Nav.” Sykkuno says.
“I was on cams with Toast.” Corpse calmly answers.
“LIAR! I just walked out of cams and there was nobody nearby.” Sean yells into his mic. “You couldn’t possible come into cams without having passed me. You’ve had to vent in.”
“So Corpse and Toast?” Sykkuno asks.
“Definitely.” Sean replies as he votes, all their voting icons goes up. The only one not having votes being Corpse.
“I didn’t even get a chance to defend myself.” He grumbles, as the timer runs out and his astronaut floats across the screen. CORPSE was an Impostor.
“I didn’t get to live.” You poke back at him.
“Well for that comment I want my sweater.” Corpse jokes back.
“Then I want my virginity back.” It flies out your mouth before you realise what you just said.
“WOAH WOAH, keep it pg in here.” Felix jokes.
Both of your chats are blowing up with questions abouts what just happened, and if you’re a couple now.
“So um… We might have been together for a few months now.” Corpse tries to clear things up.
“This was not how I ever imagined this going.” You laugh at the situation.
Your chat racing to fast to be read by any human, as you rest your blushing head in your hands.
“Well now that the cat is out of the bag. Watch out simps, she’s mine.” Corpse warns his own stream.
You groan in response.
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fandomlit · 9 months ago
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requested by anon “Hi! Would you write a corpse one where him and reader are playing among us together and either they are both imposter and they just are good at lieing/killing so they win or like corpse is the imposter but doesn't want to kill reader 💙💙 if not thats fine sorry for long description 🤣”
warning swearing
imagine getting mad at corpse husband for killing you in among us
corpse sighed to himself. “i don’t wanna kill her..” he had vented to security to see you looking over cams, but didn’t pop out quite yet. “but if i don’t kill her, they’ll know it’s me since they’re also suspecting felix..” he sighed, popping out of the vent and quickly laying the kill before your character could move. “im sorry, n/n.”
“what the fuck, corpse!” you yelled over every one else after the imposters had won that round. “i vouched for you!”
“y/n-”
“no, no, no, im not done!” your friends laughed. over on your camera, your stream was able to see your pissed expression as you were on the edge of your seat, fuming. “how fucking dare you! i even had you watch me do medbay scan! were you planning on killing me then? huh?! don’t answer that!” your friends were losing their minds through laughter, but you continued your vent as a new game began to load, “you better watch your back, corpse!”
you took a breath before muting yourself, getting ready for the next round like you hadn’t just screamed at corpse for killing you in a video game. everyone was beginning to settle down as the game began.
“.. that was hot,” was all corpse had to offer. your heart immediately stopped, and your friends all exploded once again.
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honeyloverogers · 6 months ago
We all know that corpse is like, really fucking flirty, literally anytime he says something even remotely flirty, I’m blushing. Maybe corpse flirting with reader and she just flustered the entire time??
𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐎𝐧
Corpse Husband x Reader
Summary: Corpse teasingly flirting with the reader only to realize he’s the one falling in love.
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Corpse has what seems to be a sixth sense when it comes to sensing the people who are most effected by him.
He can quite literally sniff out a simp and will deliberately go out of his way to fluster them.
Exhibit A; JasonSulli.
And now? You.
The two of you first meet during a game of Among Us in which your first reaction to hearing Corpse’s voice for the first time was, “Jesus Christ, he speaks in bolded Times New Roman”
Your comment had sent the entire lobby and their chats into complete chaos, and sealed your fate.
You were now on Corpse’s radar.
Throughout the game, Corpse’s little black jelly bean character would come up to yours, boop eyeballs with you, then runaway.
While you did your scan, he entered the room with a suave, “Hey, you uh, come here often?” which resulted in the two of you giggling profusely.
If you’re imposter one round, Corpse will literally follow you around watching you kill and make cute little comments.
“Look at her go. Amazing.”
“Y/N slit my throat challenge.”
AND THEN HE’D GO FULL BLOWN TEASE MODE LIKE—
“Y/N, Y/NNN. Do you really wanna do that again in front of me?” He’d teasingly singsong.
Whenever you post selfies, Corpse is most definitely in the comments doing the absolute most.
“Oh look at that it’s loving you hours 😌” “I am looking respectfully” “hey bb are you wifi bc i’m feeling the connection” “CHOKE ME LIKE YOU CHOKE ME LIKE YOU CHOKE ME LIKE YOU—“
Flirty!! Tweets!!
“‘Y/N IS RUINING MY LIFE!’ should be dropping pretty soon”
The next day “Y/N IS RUINING MY LIFE!’ is trending
Best believe he’s gonna send you a shit ton of cute, flirty memes in true gen z fashion.
Of course you think it’s all a joke, but Corpse is pretty much crushing on you heavy and cannot help himself.
What started off as a little game to get your flustered turned into him thinking of you at all hours of the day.
And boy did he love it.
This was a game that he did not mind being beat at.
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corpseglider · 9 months ago
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pairing .. corpse x girlfriend!reader (fem)
summary .. soft moments with corpse, the small things that make you love him even more
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"Hold on guys, can you give me one second.” Corpse pulled off his headset, not bothering to wait for a response from his friends.
He jumped up at the sound of the front door closing, making his way to the entrance of the apartment in a hurry.
“Hey, beautiful.” He smiled, wrapping his hands around your waist in an attempt to hold you as close as he possibly could—which he was succeeding at.
You laughed, slinging your arms over his shoulders, surrounding his neck. “Hi there, handsome.” You replied, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Shouldn’t you be streaming right about now?”
He smirked, a slight twinkle in his eyes before responding with an attitude. “There are a lot of things I should be doing right now, Y/N.”
You gasped, hitting his chest playfully while shoving him away. He stumbled slightly down the hall, loudly chuckling at his own sense of humor as he returned to his stream.
“Alright, I’m back.” He started, unmuting his mic. Corpse scanned the lobby, counting the amount of players joined in before realizing that they all must’ve taken their own breaks while he had left.
He relaxed for a moment, taking in a deep breath and calming his nerves. Playing Among Us always seemed to pump up his adrenaline along with his anxiety—as much as he loved the game, it also stressed him out immensely.
You, knowing this about your boyfriend, had already found your place beside him, having purchased your own gaming chair for the times where you wanted to have some fun together.
Corpse took your palm in his, holding it lightly whilst giving it gentle rubs. He brought it up to his mouth, giving it a soft kiss before running a hand over your cheek, caressing it in a loving manner.
The chat began to revive, the argumentative natures and voices of his friends filled the dark room, bringing life to the once still sounds. You and Corpse sat in silence, occasionally laughing at whatever the drama was.
As he began the round, shaking as the words Imposter flashed across his screen, you hugged him tighter—calming down his breathing and urging him into relaxation.
He looked down at you in his lap, warmly grinning at the girl he loved who he hoped loved him back. Corpse took ahold of your chin, connecting your lips once again in a long and deep kiss.
“I love you.” He confessed, having never said the words before, anticipating how you’d respond. He hoped it’d be a good response, he didn’t know what he’d do if he lost you.
Your eyes sparkled, happiness radiating from your beautiful face, before replying with four simple words. “I love you, too.”
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requested by anon “Hi could I please request a corpse x reader where they’re both imposter and flirting the whole time but it’s reader who makes HIM blush and all flustered? I think it would be super cute, thank you.”
imagine making corpse husband flustered
“lizzie’s body was in medbay,” corpse spoke after reporting said girl’s body.
“so, what are we thinking, boys?” felix sighed. “self report?”
you blinked in surprise. that was a fast accusation. but you couldn’t even deem it as logically suspicious, seeing as your name was highlighted in red at that moment.
“it’s not me,” corpse chuckled. “n/n saw me scan in medbay earlier, right?” you smiled to yourself, staring expectantly at your screen. “y/n?”
your smiled widened. “sorry, i just wanted to hear you say my name again.” everyone burst into teases and laughs, but you persisted, “yeah, i saw him scan. lizzie did, too, i believe, but uh..”
“she’s dead,” toast finished for you with a laugh.
“yeah,” you giggled in agreement.
“corpse?” felix called out. “you still there?”
there was a pause. “.. yeah. just.. yeah.”
“aw, n/n, you made him flustered!”
“corpse, tell us, are you blushing?”
this pause was even longer than the last. “.. shut up.”
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thefanficmonster · 8 months ago
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Power Couple
Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)
Warnings: Swearing 
Genre: Fluff, Humor
Summary: Sean, Felix, Dave, and Joel welcome Corpse’s girlfriend to a game of Party Animals. It’s her first time playing and she has to deal with a lot more than just the controls and objectives - her boyfriend being a cute, cuddly sweetheart with ulterior motives to his clinginess.
Requested by @susceptible-but-siriusexual. Thank you so much for your request! Hope I captured what you wanted and how you wanted. Feel free to send any other requests you may have XOXO
It’s been one hell of a day. Had to correct twice as many documents as I was originally supposed to at work; found my car with a flat tire in the parking lot as I was about to go home; argued with my boss over the phone while stuck in a traffic jam. It’s been a rough twelve hours, but it has led me here and that’s what I’d rather think about.
By ‘here’ I mean I’m sitting on the couch in Corpse’s recording room, my computer in my lap, my screen displaying the screen to the game Party Animals. The suggestion was Corpse’s. He immediately picked up on my below par mood and wasted no time finding a solution to bright up the remainder of the day, shadowing the shitty portion of it. I am not what you would call a gamer. Sure I’ve played Among Us with Corpse and his friends a few times. Even that I struggle to do because I’m internally fangirling over all the people in the lobby. Yeah, dating a youtuber doesn’t mean you automatically stop gushing over the many content creators on the platform you’ve been watching for quite some time now. Corpse knows how nervous I get so he’s always near me when we play with Sean, Felix and the other. All he has to do is give me that encouraging smile and wink of his and I’m good to go. Side note: massive props to him for going easy on me in Among Us, getting teasingly called ‘simp’ by his friends in the process.
“You’ll love it.“ He promised me over and over again as the game was downloading on my computer.
“I don’t doubt that, Corpse. But I am going in completely blind and I seriously don’t wanna embarrass myself.“ I mumble a quick ‘nor you‘ under my breath, hoping he doesn’t catch it because I’m in for a pep talk if he does. 
To my dismay, he does, “Listen here, you couldn’t embarrass me even if you actively tried to do something outrageous. Most likely scenario, I’d join you in the act.” He ducks in front of the couch so we’re at eye level, his hand coming up to cup my cheek in the sweetest, most comforting gesture ever. “We’ll show em who’s the boss at stealing candy.”
I can’t help but laugh, feeling unable to express just how much this man means to me. Words can’t do the feeling justice.
“Y/N!“
“Y/N!!“
“Corpse Wife has arrived!“
Hearing all the greetings lights a flame in my chest, the warmth spreading all the way to my neck and cheeks. “Hi guys! Missed playing with you!”
“We missed you too!“ Dave, the only one of the gaming gang I’ve actually met in person, replies to me, his words along with all the others’ wrapping around me like a comfort blanket. Despite them knowing I’m a fan of theirs, they’ve always made me feel welcomed, comfortable, nothing less than them.
“You know anything about this game?“ Felix asks me.
I shake my head, almost forgetting he can’t see me, “Corpse told me it’s funny and cute. It sounds like the perfect game for me.” 
“Oh no, this is a game of survival. Survival of the fittest!“ Sean shouts excitedly, a bang following his shout I can only assume was him hitting his desk.
“I’d like to think I’m pretty fit.“ I shrug my shoulders, laughing along with the guys.
“This is the only way to find out if you actually are.“ Joel’s voice comes through my headphones in the form of a tease.
Sean mumbles quietly to himself as he’s deciding how to separate us in two teams. “Guys, a little help here. We all suck at this game, it doesn’t really matter who’s in which team.”
“Actually...“ Felix trails off, “Corpse and Y/N are the ultimate power couple in Among Us. Chances are they will be in this as well. So, the only logical move would be to...“
“I’m taking Y/N, you take Corpse.“ Sean declares. “Joel, Dave, who do you guys wanna be with?“
And the game starts. Sean, Joel and I are the Meowfia while Corpse, Felix and Dave are yet to choose a team name. We throw around snarky, cocky comments at each other, taunting the opposite team as we struggle to take the candy to our respective sides of the map.
“Don’t you dare pull that lever, Dave!“ I launch at Dave, knocking his cute avatar away from the lever, buying Joel and Sean some time to steal back the gummy bear Corpse and Felix took from us.
“Y/N! Joel is out! Help me!“ Sean is freaking out now. I ditch Dave’s unconscious body and run to Sean’s aid. 
As I’m helping him push it towards out area a member from the opposite team latches onto my avatar, weighing me down and hindering me from doing anything.
“Hug!“ Corpse laughs as he has literally turned into a koala, holding onto my avatar.
“Corpse, you know you are actually supposed to hinder Y/N, not hug her. It’s cute though, don’t get me wrong.“ Felix laughs as him and Sean continue to struggle over the gummy bear.
“Nah, his tactic’s great. I can’t do shit.“ I desperately try and shake him off, “Babe, this is unfair. I can’t even be mad at you!“ I whine, staring to panic now that Dave is back to life and Joel is nowhere to be seen.
The round is won by Felix, Dave and Corpse who, if I might add, didn’t let go of me for the rest of the game.
We switch maps, now every man for himself. We’re on the submarine, recreating the Hunger Games with cute fuzzy animals. The thought passes through my mind, causing me to giggle.
“Y/N, you sound exactly like I’d imagine your avatar to sound. You’re so cute.“ Sean’s avatar circles mine a few times as he laughs.
He’s not wrong, my pale blue puppy is indeed cute. Apparently immortal as well.
“How is Y/N still alive?! Holy shit, her and Corpse really are a power couple.“ Dave shrieks when he sees me pick up the freeze gun. “NOOO!“ He shouts, devastated by the fact I shot him, sending him straight to his death.
“Chill, Dave. It’s all cool. Nothing personal.“ I struggle to hide my laughter, “No hard feelings, right?“
“Of course not, love.“ I can tell he grits the sentence through clenched teeth.
“Aw Dave, you are such an ice guy.“ I giggle, now shooting Joel with the gun.
“Someone take that gun from her!“ Sean cries as him and Felix race up the submarine.
Suddenly, the avatar of my boyfriend again wraps itself around mine. I hadn’t seen him in a while, considering Sean knocked him into the ocean earlier in the round. 
“How are you still alive?!“ I try to spin my puppy to get him to let go but he holds on tightly. “Babe, I swear, you are cute and I love you, but this is ridiculous. How and why are you alive?”
“That’s his superpower! He never fucking dies.“ Felix laughs, letting out a yelp when he briefly slips while climbing.
“Immortals!!! Immortals!!!“ Sean breaks out into a song, a song I really like, breaking the restraints I had on my laughter.
“Drop the gun or we’re dying together.“ He says almost seriously. Even though I can only see the back of his head I know he’s grinning.
“A Titanic/Romeo and Juliet mashup? Why not? I can live with dying a double historical death.“ Even though I appear accepting of his offer, I’m still trying to set myself free.
In the end, Sean claims his first win of the game and the rest of us are dead at the bottom of the ocean. Corpse and I did indeed die a Romeo and Juliet/Titanic death, getting everyone in their feels. We make a deal to get together and play again as soon as possible and we all go our separate ways, exiting the Discord call.
*Later that night* 
After a dinner consisting of takeout and two thirds of a shitty romantic comedies, Corpse shifts from next to me, starting to get up from the couch. I am surprised to feel jolted out of a half sleep as the room is now completely silent, the TV being turned off.
“Hey where’re you going?“ I ask groggily, rubbing my sleepy eyes.
“I have some editing to do. Don’t worry, I won’t stay up too late.“ He kisses my forehead before grabbing his phone from the coffee table.
Just as he’s about to walk away, I wrap my arms around his legs. He laughs, catching onto what I’m insinuating. His chuckle brings a smile to my face and butterflies in my belly. No matter how long we date for or how much time we spend together, some things never change. 
“Payback, huh?“ He asks, the smile audible in the question. I keep my eyes shut but nod, my arms still around his legs. “Alright, you koala. You’re coming with me.”
In his recording room, he settles in his chair placing me in his lap in a way that my legs dangling off to the side, my side leaning against his chest, my face hidden in the crook of his neck. We’re both comfortable, content and relaxed.
I don’t know when exactly it happens, but all my mind has registered is a quiet ‘I love you’ and the soft touch of Corpse’s lips on my temple. I manage to reply with an ‘I love you too’ before my sleepiness consumes me, my body completely relaxing against his, the warmth of his body, his scent, the sound of his breathing making me feel safe and loved: the two feelings I want him to feel with the same intensity when I’m in his arms.
Something tells me he does.
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corpseglider · 9 months ago
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pairing .. corpse x girlfriend!reader (fem)
summary .. in which you’re very crafty and corpse loves rings
part two .. read here
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the first flower.
“Hey, Corpse?” You called from the kitchen, signaling with your voice for your boyfriend to make an appearance as your hands were very clearly full and preoccupied. 
You’d been working on your own personal craft project for about an hour now, your hands being very tired, along with your drooping eyelids. You’d barely managed to get anything done with your lack of creativity and skill.
Some people were meant for the fine arts—you, however, were not one of those people.
The island counter was a complete mess, an array of flowers and string were sprawled across the dark granite, sprinkling little bits of nature around the normally stark room.
You, yourself, looked like a mad woman. Little bits of leaves and excess petals were stuck to your clothes, hair, and face. If you’d walk outside, any stranger passing by would assume you were a wicked florist.
“Yeah?” Corpse called out from his gaming room, currently in the midst of streaming but he always made time for you. “What is it, beautiful?”
He stopped before fully walking into the kitchen, taking in the chaotic sight before him, before a bright smile lit up his face. 
Corpse let out a bellyaching laugh, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. 
You relaxed against his chest. Sighing in content as he gently picked away at the leftover flowers, throwing them to the counter in a careless manner.
He then took notice to what you had actually created, picking the only well made item up in the air and into his line of vision.
“You made this?” He asked, an expression of pure awe struck his features. He turned it around in his hand, getting a good look from every possible angle.
You nodded your head, taking the craft out of his grasp and into your own. “They’re rings, you see?”
“I saw something about them online and I thought I should give it a try.”
Corpse took your hand and raised it above your head, spinning you around to face him. He rested his forehead against yours and pressed a light kiss to your temple.
“I love it.”
You kissed him again, this time on the lips, before taking the ring in your palm and sliding it onto his pointer finger. “Good, because I made it just for you.”
“So you’ll always have a reminder of me during the bad times.”
He tapped your chest, right above your heart, proceeding to tap his own right afterwards. “I love you.” He whispered, not breaking eye contact for even a second. “With all of my heart.”
You smirked, pulling him in for another kiss, “As you should.”
the second flower.
You mentally cursed at yourself, accidentally walking into the night side table as you attempted to find your way around the bedroom in total darkness.
It’d been about two hours since you had woken up to work on Corpse’s birthday surprise, wanting the gift to be entirely perfect.
Replicating the original flower ring was much harder than you’d anticipated. Not having any material to base the new item off of was a real setback, but you had no choice as the first gift had died not even a week after it’d been worn.
Corpse was devastated when the flower wilted, having no way of staying alive without nutrition and a water source. He showed it to you, full of guilt for allowing your hard work to go to waste.
Although you reassured him that there was nothing he could’ve done to save the fragile flower, he still chose to keep it in his wallet. He said it was his lucky charm, not that those even existed.
But you thought it was cute. You love it when he expressed his love for you, even when it was in the simplest of manners.
Which was exactly why you’d woken up early in the morning to make Corpse’s birthday gift perfect. He deserved more than the best, and you were making sure that that was what he received.
“Corpse, wake up.” You said, softly shaking his shoulders while pressing kisses all over his cheeks. “Wake up, love.”
He groaned, taking his pillow and pressing it over his face. Though the look of low energy oozed from his aura, he made sure to give your hand a squeeze, giving you the sign that he was listening.
You proceeded to slip the new ring onto his middle finger, the familiar feeling causing Corpse to peek out from underneath the safety of his pillow.
He stared at the gift, fully processing the fact that he’d been sleeping without you, before yanking you with his grip and into the security of the comforter.
Corpse held your face in his hands, rubbing his flower dawned finger against your cheeks. A tired smile graced his lips, silently thanking you with the serenity of the sunrise beside you.
the third flower.
You knocked on the door of the gaming room, careful to make sure that it was an appropriate time to enter.
Interrupting Corpse’s streaming or recording hours was one of your least favorite things to do, accidental or on purpose. Corpse, of course. said he never minded, but getting in the way of his work would never be your intention.
“Come on in, Y/N!” He replied cheerfully, clearly in the middle of a livestream, but happy to hear that you wanted to visit him. “Say hi to the fans.”
You leaned into his mic, tapping it like a beginner to see if it was working. “Hi guys! Just popping in for a second to give Corpse a little present!”
Corpse’s ears perked up at your announcement. He sat patiently, looking at you with an adorable expression as you held your hands behind your back to add a bit of drama.
Slowly, you held out your lightly clenched fist above his open palm, dropping yet another flower ring onto his soft skin. 
His eyes sparkled at the sight, bouncing slightly while he waited for you to do as you’ve always done—the very important job of sliding the ring onto one of his fingers.
You instinctively placed the item on the next finger over, which coincidentally happened to be his ring finger. He held his hand up to you, giving you a good look at your hard work.
“You’re amazing,” he smiled, his mic having been muted since you had finished saying your piece to the viewers. “You’re actually the greatest thing in my life.”
You scoffed at that, rolling your eyes at his exaggeration. “And you’re the most dramatic person in my life.”
Corpse laughed, returning to his stream after leaving his fans waiting for five or so minutes. You lingered in the room for a while, admiring his strategy and comfortability with his watchers, before leaving to get some of your own work done.
“What was it that Y/N gave me?” You heard Corpse say out loud as he read one of the comments after being killed early on in the round. You were sitting in the living room, realizing that you’d left the door wide open after you had left.
“She makes the cutest little flower rings for me. Hold on, I’ll post another picture of my hand so you guys can get a look at it.”
You clicked on Instagram as the notification that he’d posted popped up on your phone, liking the new photo without hesitation. Comments had already flooded the picture, all of them saying the exact same thing.
@user: is that ring on your wedding finger?!
@user: i think we lost him for real this time guys :(
@user: congrats on the engagement!
You laughed as you read the absurd conclusions that the viewers were jumping to, amused and grateful for their unconditional support of your relationship with Corpse, before a gasp escaped your lips.
@corpse_husband: guys were not engaged rn, but we will be once i finally figure out how to make these flower rings myself
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struggling-with-time · 8 months ago
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Cat Girl [Corpse x reader]
Paring: Corpse husband x Female!reader
Summary: “Can you do one where reader dresses up as a cat girl for cosplay since it was most requested in her polls and she decides to surprise corpse with it after he told her he was over them (which was a lie). After that he decides to name his new song after her which is “cat girls are ruining my life.” Thanks! Hope this makes sense you can add more to it if you like! I was just listening to said song but I forgot to add in my request if you can use the line “fine lass, nice ass, cat ears and she UwU,” when corpse describes the reader in his song! Thanks!” Requested by anon
Warnings: fluff, cat girl, cat girl!reader
Words: 1k
A/N: I- I don’t know, now this exist in the world. I have a career in politics, what am I doing with my life? 
Set in the same universe as Kitten Calling, and Gifted Collar
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You had put out a poll for “if I was to do a body reveal, what should I wear?” You were thinking some stupid would come to the top, like the t-rex costume that came in 2nd was no surprise to you. But number one was. Oh, how it was a surprise. Cat girl.
You had put it on there as a joke like the costume, you were honestly surprised, you were pretty sure you had put cocktail dress on the list. How did that not win?
Corpse had told you he was done with cat girls, after you had mentioned he had shared quite the amount on his story. Honestly you didn’t mind, they enjoyed his music like you, and in the end their streams helped pay your rent. You were mostly just happy they enjoyed the things he made and are supportive. It means a lot to him, and by extension it means a lot to you.
You had a few things to the outfit, like the collar Corpse had given you. That would fit perfectly, but you would still need to head to town to get the rest. So that’s what you did, you took Corpse with you, not telling him what you were shopping for, he was a bit surprised for some of the things you asked his opinion on. Let’s be honestly, he didn’t really care how you looked, because he was too busy just looking at you, and being a cute supportive boyfriend.
It took you a second shopping trip to get the rest of the stuff, such as the cat ears. You know, your followers won’t be seeing them, but Corpse will, and this is going to be as much of a treat to you as to him.
You were in the end proud of your outfit, as you admired yourself in the mirror. It was cute, while being just the right amount of sexy for you. Showing off the assets you were the proudest of. You smile to yourself as you put the finishing touch on your make up. This is all perfect, and just what you want. You snap a couple of pictures in the mirror, and crop your face out, and make sure the background is blurred so no reflective surface you might have missed removing, won’t spill any secrets.
You uwu to yourself in the mirror. This is kind of fun actually. You try a couple of different poses before you settle on one, you’re happy with to show Corpse. You look yourself over one more time before heading into Corpses studio. You know you’re not supposed to distract him, but oh well. Today was different.
You knock softly, before opening the door. He holds up a hand as to tell you he will be you in just a minute. You impatiently wait for him, before you get annoyed with the lack of attention. You do the pose you had been practicing in the mirror earlier.
“uwu.” You hear yourself go, and Corpse snaps his head your way. His eyes widen and his mouth hangs open for a second, before it turns into a smirk.
“Well, hello there, Kitten.” To think his deep voice could go lower.
You swirl around, “You like it?” Your voice all innocent, knowing exactly what buttons you’re pushing.
Corpse gets up from his chair putting down the headset, having forgotten all about his stream. He places his hands on your hips and look you deep into your eyes.
“You ask if I like it? Oh kitten, I love it.” He pecks your lips once. Before you pull away, and look all innocent.
“Don’t you have a stream to get back too?” You bop his nose and heads out the studio door. Closing it after you. You lean against it to hear his reaction to it.
It takes a few more seconds before you can hear him walk back to his setup and resume the stream, you hear him try to collect himself.
“Yeah, yeah, Kitten, yeah it was Y/N. She just jesus.” A few seconds of silence goes by.
“She came in here all dressed up as a fine Cat Girl.” His voice still deeper than normal, and kinda flustered. You know it will be that until he heads off for the night.
“Yeah, Cat ears, nice ass, she uwu’ed. I am sorry but I have a girlfriend waiting for me. I shouldn’t be on here any longer for tonight.” You can hear him abruptly leaving his stream, you giggle to yourself.
You take a few steps back from the door, and it doesn’t take long before he rips it open. He looks you up and down once more.
“Thought you could get away with distracting me huh?” A smirk is on his lips, and you know you’re in for a long night.
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delicrieux · 5 months ago
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☆ミ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”
PART 24: OH...HI
after months and too much longing, you finally meet corpse in person.
─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 3.8k
author’s note: we did it joe.
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You woke up. That’s a lie, you didn’t sleep. Too much to plan, too much can go wrong and you’re...Not nervous, no, that’s not quite accurate. Excited. Yes, excited, so excited that two Redbulls and three coffees (so far!) make you jitter around the apartment like a butterfly that can’t find a flower bed to rest on. 
Rae has almost had enough of your...random spurts of energy. So what if you ran a few laps, climbed a few tables, sang karaoke a bit too loud and yet another noise complaint had been issued? It arrived exactly an hour after your concert via your displeased landlord. Rae was, of course, the one to apologize because you were too busy trying on miniskirts. After that ordeal was taken care of, no sooner than Rae shut the front door with an exhausted sigh, you emerged from your room clad in your prettiest outfit. You present it to her with a bright smile and flourish. 
She is not impressed.
“Will you quit it?” She questions, arms crossed over her chest. Your grin does not damper -- you’re used to such harsh treatment, having accepted her backhanded way of showing love long ago. Instead, you flick your wrists, showing off an ungodly amount of rings. You’re not certain of the exact number because you can’t count, “Y/n.” Her voice gains an edge, but you persist. Show off your shoes that have cute lil’ charms that jingle jangle not unlike the spurs on a hot cowgirl’s boots, “Y/n.” Her eyes narrow in displeasure, her stern tone making you falter in your dramatic stride down the imaginary catwalk, “Just stop.”
Okay! So maybe you’re not as used to her coldness as you thought you were. Your expression sours, and you quit the act, even if a part of you - one you barely fight off, goodness, you almost perish in that battle - wants to continue but even more annoying. As if you could somehow block her rationality with manic energy. 
“What?” You ask, trying to keep the mood lighthearted despite her squared shoulders and tight frown, “I’m just having a bit of fun!” You say with a joyous little laugh, reaching for a glass of much needed water.
“No, you’re panicking.” Her words make the glass still, hoovering by your painted lips, but it’s short lived. You take a greedy gulp and it tastes fresh with a pinch of lipstick, “Look, I get it...” She shakes her head softly, “You’re meeting the guy you like for the first time, you jumped the gun straight to dating and now you’re...Anxious. It’s normal, you know.”
“But I’m not anxious.” You persist, and you really do mean it. You don’t like how she looks at you as if you’re the one that’s misunderstanding your own feelings. You set the glass down with a soft clink, heaving your own sigh, “I’m not, I’m really happy actually.” You explain softly, “It’s just...my way of dealing with it. I’m more... Worried about Corpse, to be honest.” You add, a tad quieter, “But, like, it’s all good!” You exclaim, strolling up to her and landing your hands on her shoulders, “I prepared.”
And it’s true! You had spent the night scouring the depths of the internet. Read every WikiHow article on how to deal with someone with extreme anxiety, how to not make things painfully awkward, and how to talk to boys (just in case. The last time you stumbled upon that particular article was way back in middle school when you had a crush on that one guy you saw in your school’s cafeteria every now and then. Naturally, that led you down the rabbit hole, and according to WikiHow’s How To Tell If A Boy Likes You guidebook, you found out that he was absolutely enamored with you because he glanced in your direction, like, two times. Safe to say that love story went nowhere. The point still stands). 
So you forward all of this information to Rae, nestled in her bed whilst she lazily folds her clothes; clarify that you know that nothing much can happen, and that this whole situation is delicate, and that you must tread carefully because you don’t want to overwhelm him. She pauses her actions, glancing behind her to watch you staring idly at the ceiling, so peaceful, so thoughtful. And it’s not the eerie calmness you had displayed during your murderous spree in the last Among Us game, no, it’s just...quiet understanding. 
“I’m actually impressed.” She says. You merely hum, counting the dust slowly descending in the cascading light, “You’re not as clueless as I thought.” Your lips quirk into a shy smile at the compliment- “Or as tactless.” - and turn downward just as quick.
“That implies that I’m always tactless.”
“You are.” She states and you sit up, a soft frown pinching your brows, “Not like, in a terrible way. You just...don’t think about your actions. Or the repercussions. You just know that you can get away with everything.”
“And I can!”
“That doesn’t actually mean you should do something just because you can. You know I’ll always support you. Literally everyone will always support you. But I’m not gonna coddle you. You’re just...a lot. Online and especially in person. But the fact that you’re actually taking this seriously and taking his feelings into consideration is...well, the bare minimum, but still, good job.”
...Much to think about. You don’t like thinking, it makes your head hurt. Though, that could just be the lack of sleep. You cross your legs and plop your head in your hand, tired eyes blinking owlishly, “Do you...think I should change what I’m wearing?”
Prompted by your question, she gives you a careful once over, “I mean, it’s signature you.”
“Signature me is a hoodie and some sweatpants.”
She smiles, “Then go change. Your outfit is a bit distracting for just...Hanging out indoors, no? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind either way, though.”
“I just...” You bite the inside of your cheek, mulling your words over. Truly, the last time you were so attentive was when you went Psycho Mode in Among Us, which, to be fair, wasn’t that long ago. Perhaps there wasn’t a chance to let your mind dull - it’s almost as sharp as your butterfly knife, “I figured that if, like,” You vaguely motion with your hands, “if I be, like, all over the place, and wearing something cute, he’d be, like, distracted? And less anxious? No...awkward silence?”
“First meetings are always awkward, it’s natural.” She chimes, “I mean, if you’re so nervous-”
“I’m not nervous!”
“-then just don’t overthink it. I know it’s easier said than done, but you’re you, and Corpse is Corpse, and he likes you for who you are, and even if it is a bit awkward, I’m sure it’ll, like, blow over in a second. It really doesn’t matter how you look, Y/n.” She grins, “Plus, it’s not like you’re greeting him in your underwear or something.”
You will not admit that that was your plan B, not when you just landed in her good graces. You nod, “...I’ll go change.” 
And so you do. Pick out your cutest hoodie and some sweatpants. Put away your jingle jangle shoes with a broken heart, instead of them donning your fluffiest socks; slip off some rings because they keep falling off of your fingers. It’s almost like all of those transformation scenes in rom-coms that are still popular for some reason, except you’re hot before and after, so there’s really no transformation at all. 
Now you wait. Just wait, all other activities are excluded from this. Rae comes back to find you sitting on the edge of your bed, back straight, hands neatly folded on your lap. She compares you to a Sim’s character and you allow her. After mercilessly mocking you and snapping a few pictures - for blackmail, you assume - she helpfully informs that she is leaving because she doesn’t want to get in the way, but your psychic abilities which you acquired just now tell you that she simply doesn’t want to witness this train wreck. Not that it’ll be a train wreck, it would be if you were nervous, but you aren’t. 
You just aren’t. You fidget with the rings adoring your hand; toy with the hem of your hoodie; bounce your leg up and down. It’s just caffeine, okay?! Fuck this, Twitter time.
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[ADDING A MUSICAL INTERMISSION, LISTEN TO THIS IF YOU WANT (I WROTE THIS CHAPTER WITH IT IN MIND)]
The waiting commences, only now it somehow feels more intense. The sun is setting, and you really want to be one of those cute girls that fill their camera roll with pictures of the sunset and the roseate sky, but your hands are trembling and holding up your phone feels like too much of a hassle. You’d rather just sit there, alone in the apartment, in the pin-drop silence, extremely uncomfy and tense, as if waiting for the end of the world. 
A notification sounds off and your life flashes before your eyes. Hastily, you check it, a sticky mixture of delight and something else, something unpleasant constricting, making your stomach churn. He’s here. Holy shit, it’s happening. You order your anime plushies to stop fucking panicking, they’re like, totally embarrassing you at the moment! You wonder if they have their own little group chat, but instead of Totally Spies it’s called Total Embarrassment. Yikes, okay, that was harsh. After a good scolding, and a heartfelt apology for getting so heated, you smooth down the non-existent wrinkles on your modest outfit, and quickly waddle over to the electronic apartment thingie something something... you unlock the main door, okay!? This is for some reason feeling very not cash money, so you break out in a little dance number.
The doorbell does not sing that shrill, unpleasant tune; rather, there’s a soft knock on the apartment’s door, and you pause your shuffling, your renegade, and perk up at the imposing future hidden behind a slab of wood. Your heart beats a melody all on it’s own, and it’s loud, uncoordinated, like a musician that’s still familiarizing themselves with their instrument. And there’s that knock again, as uncertain as you’re feeling, and your clammy fingers latch onto the lock and turn it and now there is no more hiding - such a possibility is no longer an option; no more sporadic dances or sitting in disheartening silence and letting your thoughts weight you down.
You’re not quite sure what you were thinking about before you saw him in the threshold, head tilted slightly, fluffy dark hair obscuring the bags under his eyes, hunched, one ringed hand clutching onto the strap of his duffel bag, the other frozen mid-air, ready to knock one more time lest you didn’t hear him the first two. No, truly, you can’t, for the life of you, remember what all the fuss was about. 
“...Oh.” It’s a soft sound, so quiet, but not surprised, rather...relieved. Faint shimmers of a smile reach you, hidden behind a black face mask - the panini chic! You must stan a respectful king - but there’s something about the way he looks at you that makes you question it’s sincerity. He fails to return your gaze, rather choosing to stare somewhere over your shoulder. His eyes seem unfocused. Apprehensive. A wild thought occurs to you that he expected you to trick him somehow, and wild thoughts invade the land of your mind often, but never in such a way. You clutch the handle just a bit tighter.
His hand retreats to his side, up to his mask and you think he’s about to unhook it but he stills, and there’s panic there, as if he had been moving unconsciously, as if he hadn’t realized what he’s doing. He plays it off by idly scratching his cheek, muttering an equally quiet, “Hi.” to fill the silence.
Finally, your WikiHow knowledge can come in handy, along with your common sense, “Hey, pretty boy.” You mutter, pulling away from the door, “Make yourself at home!” You slide to the kitchen, your socks acting not unlike ice-skates cutting through the Arctic frost covered ground. You hope that with you occupied and not watching him as closely he’ll feel slightly more at ease. 
You’d like to hug him. Kiss him, definitely. But if he’s so uncomfortable that he can’t bring himself to shed his mask in your presence, then there’s really nothing you can do. 
You hear the door shut and lock behind you as you pull out two glasses from the cupboard, humming a song you can’t quite recall the name of. You ask him if he’d like something to drink - it was a short flight, yet a flight still, and planes always make you thirsty, and there you go talking his ear off. You end abruptly, but smoothly, like a true diplomat; if he notices, you have no way of knowing - he doesn’t provide even a hint. He’s hard to read, and literature was never your best subject. But you’re trying.
He sets his duffel bag down on a nearby chair, “I, uhhh,” His voice is raspy and low, another indication of a pathetic lack of sleep, “I...got you something, uhh, I dunno-dunno if I should...give it now, or?” He sends you a questioning glance, but it doesn’t linger. Your offer of drinks is momentarily forgotten, though you hardly mind. 
You grin, “Sure! I love gifts, gimmie gimmie.” You make grabby hands, and he snorts, and it would’ve sounded endearing if he didn’t sound so fucking tired. He unzips the bag, and you pad your way to him, mindful of personal space (something you, in most social situations, chose to pretend does not exist). You note his hands quivering lightly, just like yours had in the agonizing wait, but he hides it well. You wish you could hold them. You’re afraid to try.
He pulls out a black hoodie and you recognize the custom art on it instantly - it’s his merch. He presents it in awkward flourish, murmuring a “Tadaaaa” under his breath; your heart skips a pleasant beat, and you have to bite down on your lower lip lest you smile appears too big. The fabric is soft under your fingers, and you accept his gift with a dramatic bow, and he turns his head away with another little laugh. You’re chipping away at the ice around him; it’s a slow process, but it’s worth the effort.
Truly, your own hoodie is shabby in comparison - icky, how could you have ever worn such a thing in the first place?! You’ll have to do extensive research in fashion magazines and Printerest so such a slip-up may never happen again. You discard it hastily and put his on instead; it smells like washing detergent with hints of cologne, one you instantly pin point belonging to him, “It’s, uhhh, it’s mine? I hope you, uhh, I didn’t have any spare ones, so-I hope you don’t...mind.”
He’s finally looking at you, but he’s still tense, still hesitant, and you shake your head softly, “No,” You admit, “I like it even more now.” You pull on the hood, toy with the strings and yank them quickly; your face is concealed, save for your nose, “Comfy.” Your commentary is unmatched, best of it’s kind - eloquent and effortless, much like yourself.
Another small laugh reaches your ears, and it sounds a bit livelier than the others had been. Success!
“Stop that.” He says gently, and you see moving shadows; his hands loosen the strings and your face is revealed to him once again. He’s close now, and he doesn’t move away; his hands come to rest on your shoulders, warm even through layers of fabric, “I came all this way to see you, don’t hide your face from me.” 
Your eyes narrow playfully, your finger rapidly tapping away on his clothed cheek, “What’s all this then? Hm? Hm?” Instead of swatting your hand away, which you figured he’d do, he complies and finally tugs that fucking mask off. Your breath catches in the back of your throat and you halt your ministrations - truly, seeing him smiling on screen is nothing compared to him smiling in person. You can’t quite contain yourself any longer - your excitement might burst out in another dance number otherwise - as you throw your arms over his shoulders and pull him flush against you. He’s quick to return the embrace. Maybe it was all the encouragement he needed.
“Wow,” He mumbles, only slightly offended, “so I finally show my face to you, in person, and you just-...you just look away?”
“I’m hugging you, dumbass.”
“...Touche.”
Things fall into place after that, like a dozen puzzle pieces fitting together. He won’t let you go - he doesn’t want to. You put on some music, something easy and indie and that doesn’t require too much effort to listen to, as the two of you contemplate what to eat. Cooking by yourselves was dismissed due to the unstable relationship between yourself and cooking utensils. The stove and you had had a falling out recently, but this feud had started long ago, back in pre-school, with only short intervals of friendship. He listened to your extensive explanation absolutely enraptured and only moderately confused. 
So you settled on ordering pizza from Domino’s. You have no trouble calling or receiving phone calls, because you have no trouble doing anything, and he admitted that he only really calls you because he gets too anxious to do more, so you’re tasked with ordering the food. You accept this mission with pride.
You stand tall, gazing out the window into the wild California domain: massive buildings and towering eucalyptus trees, bleeding skyline and the sun slowly getting swallowed up by the ocean. Corpse looms behind you, with his arms snaked around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder, looking at you through the corner of his eye. You wait patiently for the underpaid, overworked staff member to pick up, and once they do, you have the audacity to grin brightly and chirp, “Hi! I want pizza.”
Conversations flow smoothly, and you make hot chocolate - because you are hot and you crave chocolate - and he insists he wants one too, because you want one, and you don’t hesitate to overflow his cup with whipped cream and an ungodly amount of miniature marshmallows. A premature heart attack, just for him. Whoever said romance is dead has clearly never met you. When the doorbell chimes, you’re astounded that an hour flew by so quickly.
After the delicious meal, the movie night must commence. So what if you watched 10 Things I hate About You yesterday, you insist that you have already forgotten the plot. You lead him to your room and he tries not to stare, but can’t help himself. Pretty boy in a pretty girl’s room. His eyes linger on the massive posters of Chrollo on your walls, and you sense his displeasure rolling off of him in waves. 
“What?” You huff, fluffing the pillows, “You don’t like my husband?”
He jabs his finger into his chest, into the spot of his heart, “I’m your husband.”
“Side hoe, then-”
“-No.”
You didn’t lie when you said you love to cuddle, or that you’re clingy. It’s a good thing he’s just as clingy as you are, because when he lays down and you latch onto his side. He doesn’t complain, rather wraps his arm around pulls you close. His thumb draws lazy circles on your side; with your head resting on his chest, you feel each rhythmical rise and drop. 
The opening credits play on the projector, the room dark enough for your pile of plushies to look like a whole fucking human just standing in the corner. A ghost! Sucks for it, you’re not scared. You feel safe. Protected. So comfortable in Corpse’s hold that you’re honestly wondering how did you manage to be so long without him. To think all of this started when Sykkuno followed you on Twitter. What a lucky accident.
“Can I ask you something?” Your voice cuts through the bopping 90s soundtrack and Julia Stiles’ voice. He hums. You take it as a yes. Tilting your head upwards, you find his eyes again, a thorn of displeasure picking you as you note that that apprehension you had seen previously is still very much there, “...You really wouldn’t date me if I was a worm?”
His chest rumbles with a laugh and his lips split into a grin, “I would.” He presses your side for emphasis, “I really would.” He repeats, reassuringly. You, however, are not convinced.
“But I’d be a worm.”
“I know. We’d... roll around in the dirt together, or something.”
“But you’d be human.”
He frowns softly, “Why couldn’t I be a worm, too?”
“Those are the rules.”
“What kind of shitty fucking rules are those?”
“I dunno, it’s like the Thanos snap or something. I just turn into a worm. I’m the only one.”
“That’s fine.” He smiles, “I’d take you out on a fishing date or something.”
Shocked, offended, and heartbroken, you hit his chest and pointedly turn away with a pout, which he finds very funny for some reason, but you fail to see the humor anywhere except the movie. Despite the fact that he’d sacrifice you for a fish, you smile shyly and close your eyes. He did say you would take a nap together, and if he really thought you’d stay awake for movie night, well, then he’s just an idiot. You had decided you would fall asleep as soon as he was next to you. It’s a miracle you managed to stay awake for so long.
“...Sleeping already?” You don’t appreciate his teasing tone.
“’m not sleeping...” You murmur, “’m resting my eyes.”
“Sure.”
You’re not quite certain (of anything, really) how much time drifts by, but you’re nearly lost in unconsciousness, in the warm, nice feeling that comes along with him like a cloud. Perhaps he thinks you’re asleep, he has to, else he wouldn’t say anything at all, “You’re stuck with me now, you know.” It’s such a soft admission, riddled with the same notes of anxiety that always prevail in his speech; with the same hopeful sincerity he had been gazing at you the whole evening. 
Moving your lips is such a hassle, but you manage, “’m...stuck...” You mumble, “’m...stuck...what are you doing step-”
“No!” He laughs, and your lips quirk into a lazy smile, “No, no, no. Just no. Do you talk in your sleep?” You fake snore at that, loudly, “You’re like a little dragon.”
“...Fuck you.”
“Fine, a kitten, then.” That’s better. You feel something chapped, but soft, press onto your forehead, “Goodnight, Y/n.”
God, you’re so fucking happy. Does he know how happy you are? How happy he makes you? But you’re too tired for screaming and flailing around, too tired to even crack an eye open. You want him to know all the same, “...like you.” You whisper, but you don’t know if he hears you over the movie, “...I like you.”
His reply is instant, breathless, “I like you too.”
Good, you want to say, and maybe you do - can’t tell anymore. Sleep takes you too quickly.
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thefanficmonster · 8 months ago
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Love For The Faceless
Corpse Husband x Youtuber!Reader(Female)
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Fluff 
Summary: Y/N is a YouTube gamer who has recently gained a much larger following thanks to the streams she does with her friends. Naturally, considering her faceless and bodiless nature, people are starting to get curious about her. When she finally follows her friend Corpse’s example, a lot more than her hands is revealed.
Requested by anon, you know who you are 😉 Thank you so much for placing a request and hope this fic fulfills the expectations you have for it.
“Hey!“ I greet the lobby as I finally hop into the Discord call after quickly saying ‘hi‘ to my audience.
I’ve been a YouTuber for four years now and I’ve only recently started streaming, encouraged to do so by my best friend Rae. She’s the one who got me in multiplayer games such as Among Us and Phasmophobia which led me to meet her amazing gaming squad that consists of some of the most famous names on the platform. They are all wonderful people and I will forever be in Rae’s debt for introducing me to them. However, becoming friends with Felix, Sean and the rest of the team brought not only a more fulfilled life, but also a small boost in following. Who am I kidding, it wasn’t small. It was overwhelming, terrifying even.
My YouTube channel had a little over a million subscribers at the start of quarantine and now....now it’s closer to three million. Speaking of three million, I’m about to reach it any day now and it’s really hard to believe. I’m a gaming youtuber and I’ve never considered changing my genre despite expecting to not get any attention whatsoever, with all the big names on the platform. I was convinced not even as many as a hundred people would stumble across my videos and now here we are.
My OG subscribers are very supportive of my sudden growth and are defending me when my newer fans ask for a face reveal or whatnot. While we’re on that topic I might have to mention that not even my YouTube friends, and that includes Rae have seen my face. I’ve been faceless and bodiless for the entirety of my time on social media. Some claim I do it to grab more attention or for dramatic effect, but the reason is beyond that. I’m not shallow. Actually, shallow people are the reason I don’t show my face. I’ve never been the prettiest, but my middle school bully thought that I wasn’t lacking self confidence enough. As a result, I ended up with a not so handsome scar on my right cheek that starts from the corner of my mouth and nearly misses my eye. Yeah, it’s a long and pretty noticeable scar that has thankfully become less and less obvious as the years have progressed. Still, it’s not something I’d like to show to my viewers.
Eight ‘hi’s greet me back, each making my smile grow wider. “Sorry I’m late guys. Technical difficulties.” 
“Don’t worry.“ Rae’s voice dominates over the rest, “Corpse still isn’t here so we’re waiting for him.“
I mute myself on the Discord call and take a look at my comments. I’m most flattered by the comments about my voice. Seeing as how they don’t have much to compliment about me other than my content, they make the nicest comments about my voice, personality and humor. Those comments are the ones who warm my heart most. Even when people in my day to day life compliment my appearance I can’t find it in me to believe they are being genuine. I’d like to believe these amazing people are being one hundred percent honest when they tell me they like me for who I am and not for what I might look like.
“Sorry I’m late guys.“ A deep voice causes me to even physically jolt, switching my focus from the comments to the Among Us lobby where my eyes land on the newly materialized black avatar.
“Hi Corpse.“ Rae greets him.
“Hello mister who broke Twitter!“ Sean laughs, provoking the laughter of the rest of the players.
“Yeah, congratulations man. That’s a big deal.“ Felix chimes in.
“Thanks guys, but I think you’re forgetting we’re talking about a picture of my hand.“ Corpse chuckles timidly. I have noticed how shy he gets when someone gives him a compliment - like a snail slowly withdrawing in its shell. I find it adorable.
“That’s what makes it even better!“ I unmute my mic, sending my own congratulations.
“While we’re on that topic...“ Rae begins, waiting for the rest of us to shut our traps, suggesting she has something important to say. “Y/N, do you ever plan on doing a reveal like that? Not a face reveal. Just a body part reveal.“
I have no problem talking about the subject with friends but I get nervous when I’m supposed to discuss it with my fans. Seeing as how everyone, including myself, is streaming right now, I get a bit of a stutter in my speech. “Haven’t thought about it yet. But I guess a body part reveal is harmless.” I cringe immediately after letting the words leave my mouth, “That sounds so weird.”
Rae knows that I’m not too fond of my face, but I haven’t told her about my scar yet. I let almost all people I’ve met online think I’m using my lack of appearance for effect. For the mystery of it all. Mysteries attract people which equals attention. Attention equals views and the domino effect continues.
“Just a suggestion. No pressure.“ Rae adds quickly, knowing full well I get anxious when the subject is brought up in front of cameras. “Let’s get this game started, shall we.”
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The idea dwells in my mind, sitting on the back burner even after I disconnect from the Discord call. I’m sitting in my gaming chair, which was a gift for my two million milestone, and weighing out the pros and cons of the action Rae suggested I take.
“It’s a picture of your fucking hand, dummy. How bad can it turn out?“ I say out loud, shaking my head at my indecisiveness. “You’ll be fine.”
In a blur, two pictures are already posted on my Instagram. The first one captioned ‘Took a leaf from my friend’s book. Did I do it right @ corpsehusband?’ and the second ‘Thanks, Rae. These are on you.’
Rae’s POV
As I’m watching a movie in my living room, I get a notification from Instagram, informing me that Y/N has posted for the first time in a while.
I scoff, “More like the first time in forever.”
The first thing that comes to my mind is the possibility of her reaching that three million milestone that’s been long time coming. I bring the glass of water that’s sitting on my coffee table to my lips, taking a sip as I tap the notification. The picture I see makes me hurry to put the glass back down so I don’t drop it. Y/N’s hand. Her fingers are covered with several thin rings each. And here I thought Corpse had too many rings, this girl has at least two on every finger! 
Then my eyes land on the second picture she has posted only minutes after the first and my heart drops. I struggle to get the water that’s been sitting in my moth down my esophagus while my mind is struggling with the task to comprehend the picture I’m looking at. 
Another hand is resting on top of Y/N’s. A hand also covered in rings but fewer and larger. The nails are painted black. 
I think I know who it belongs to.
Before I can even finish the thought, I’m dialing Y/N. She picks up after the second ring, sound cheery as ever as she greets me. “Hey Rae!”
“Don’t you ‘Hey Rae’ me!” I practically scream. I hate being kept in the dark about anything ever so this is just driving me mad. On top of all, she’s my best friend, for fuck’s sake. “Is that Corpse in the photo with you?!”
“Ugh....“ the cheeriness to her voice is all but gone now.
I go on with my rant, not giving her the time to reply. Not that she would reply. I bet she doesn’t know what to say. “So he knows where you live?! Or was the picture taken at his place?! He knows what you look like?! You have seen him! He has seen you in real life but me, your best friend, haven’t!!! You are breaking Covid 19 protection laws to take pictures?! Are you fucking serious, Y/N?!”
There’s a long moment of silence which frustrates me even more but I literally have run out of things to yell and the power to be angry. I mean, I still am, I just can’t express it.
“Rae, sweetheart, please calm down. You’re scary when you’re mad.“ This girl has some fucking nerve! She’s on the verge of laughing!
“Listen here you...“ 
“Rae, please stop scaring my girlfriend.“ That oh so distinguishable, oh so familiar voice interrupts me.
I am flabbergasted, for a lack of a better term.
“Now that we’ve got you quiet, I can explain.“ Y/N pics up the conversation, “Corpse and I have been dating for six, almost seven months now. We started dating around Easter after talking for quite some time. We moved in together at the end of September. All thanks to you, Rae. You’re the best.” She pauses to breathe in real quick, “There, all caught up?“
I’m in no less shock than I was before she explained. Actually, I think I might be even more confused now. It all just feels like a fever dream. “Yes...no. I don’t fucking know! I need details, Y/N!”
“Details later.“ Corpse makes his presence known once again, “We’re watching Family Guy right now. Talk to you later.“
“Love you, Rae!“ Y/N calls out before the line goes dead.
My arm goes limp, dropping my phone on the couch next to me. 
“Motherfuckers” I mumble under my breath.
Y/N’s POV
It’s been a week since Rae has stopped talking to both Corpse and me. I know she just needs some time to cool off. In the meantime, the rest of our friends were informed and, as oppose to Rae, were nothing but supportive and overjoyed. I bet Rae feels the same way though. Sean, Dave and the rest of the gang have confirmed that she’s incredibly happy for us and says she noticed a spark between me and him since day one, but she can’t help but be mad at us, and especially me, for not telling her sooner.
“Any regrets?“ I remember Corpse asking me when we hung up on her after dropping the bomb.
“Not being able to see her face when she saw the picture.“ I beam at him, feeling as content as ever.
He laughs, agreeing with me before leaning down to kiss me.
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corpseglider · 9 months ago
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pairing .. corpse x youtuber!reader (gn)
summary .. rivals in game, secret crushes in real life
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"Corpse. I swear to god, if you blame this on me I will haunt you.” You threatened, nearly ripping your own hair out in response to his usual antics.
It wasn’t uncommon for Corpse to bring out your rage, your angry side. He typically antagonized you and called you out during the game, all in good fun of course.
“Haunt me then, Y/N.” He replied, you could practically see the smirk on his face just by the sound of his tone. “You’re sus.”
You slammed your hand down to mute your volume before screaming into your mic. Hands were thrown into the air, slamming against your forehead in madness. He was so not getting away with this, this time.
As the crew voted to skip the round and proceed without ejecting any passengers, you cracked your knuckles, preparing yourself to focus. You were going to find Corpse, and frame him for good.
“You’re not getting away from me this time.” You mumbled, trailing along behind Corpse and into admin. You stood by as he performed his tasks, watching him like a hawk.
After moments of nothingness, you realized what the problem was. Corpse couldn’t possibly be the imposter. The task bar had accelerated in the time the two of you had been standing still.
If he was imposter, he would’ve killed you by now—but the likely situation was that he was stuck on tasks—specifically the card swipe task.
You stifled a laugh, snorting at the thought of Corpse sitting there and trying to swipe his card thirty times when it was the easiest task in the entire game. “It really isn’t his day, is it?” You smiled, shaking your head in amusement.
“Poor, Corpse.” You said to your viewers, frowning in front of the camera. You shrugged your shoulders in defeat, before wickedly grinning. “I’m still calling him sus, though.”
Corpse seemingly gave up on the simple mission, running out of the room and into cafeteria. You stuck by close, occasionally speeding ahead, just to make the trip faster.
You both entered security, gasping out loud at the sight of Sykkuno’s dead body laying in front of cameras. Rushing towards it in an attempt to report it, as Rae vented into the corner of the room.
Almost immediately, she killed you. Your ghost body appeared on the screen in a flash, leaving Corpse alone and defenseless against Rae and now Charlie—who was most likely the other imposter, considering he followed by killing Corpse.
Your hands froze in shock at the double kill that was performed on you. Your viewers were going crazy in the comments, talking about how unbelievable the move was. 
The bright red dot popped up in the corner of the screen, signifying that one of the other ghosts had sent a message. 
CORPSE: you’re still sus, y/n
You bit your lip in annoyance, already typing out your response as another message appeared underneath his.
Sykkuno: this is why u guys are dead. enjoy the afterlife and go on a date or smth. let me die in PEACE
At that, you blushed and placed your ghost on one of the cafeteria tables, right across from Corpse.
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