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notprofessionalwriting · 3 years

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. 1:47am . - Part Two

DAMAGED GOODS

Corpse Husband X FemReader

Summary: After accidentally calling Corpse, Y/N and him are trying to not be awkward in a park, so they play 20 questions. Corpse won’t let Y/N forget she ignored his 8ball request (she 100% did)

Warnings: slight angst if you squint, cursing, mentions of car accidents and guns being pulled

A/N: i literally cant believe anyone read part one, thank you sm for the nice words and stuff :)

Part 2 of ????

PART ONE

3:46am

You were sitting on a park bench with your skateboard next to you. The world around you was quiet, other than the occasional car speeding down the busy road next to the park. You pulled out your phone and checked your notifications, nothing. The last text you got was 10 minutes ago from Corpse saying he was on his way.

“What the fuck am I doing?” you questioned yourself as you looked down at your board. It’s from junior year of high school. It was a beaten up Black Label skateboard, one that your crush from high school picked out for you. The only time you ever actually used it was when the two of you rode your boards together downtown after school. That was until he then began dating your other friend - then you never touched it again.

Your gaze never parted from the board until your phone buzzed as your phone screen lit up. A text from Corpse appearing across your screen.

3:48am

Corpse: here.

You lifted your head and looked around in the darkness. The park around you is completely empty, the swings standing lifeless as the grim night air creeps around you. A slight chill makes it’s way up your spine and you began thinking to yourself, ‘am I going to be fucking murdered?’ The fear began to sneak upon you, your skin now crawling. Eventually, you heard the sound of a skateboard rolling towards you. Slowly, you’re able to make out the figure on the board as it begins to approach you.

Tall, slender build, curly hair hid under a beanie, dressed in all black with a pullover hoodie. They effortlessly rode the board until their foot touched the ground, the board now stopped before you. They had a mask on, hiding most of their facial features aside their eyes and up. You were in shock, this is the first time you’ve seen him in person. In fact, you weren’t even sure if Sykkuno ever actually met up with him, despite living in the same city. Your nerves began to creep up more as you studied what features of him were available to view. So far, you declared he has the prettiest set of brown eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Hey, y/n.” he spoke quietly, his deep voice erupting into the eerie night air. He stepped off his board and sat next to you onto the bench.

“Hey, Corpse” you responded while giving him a small smile, looking down at your hands and twiddling with them. You were nervous being in his presence. Something about how mysterious he’s always been caused you to feel intimidated. Though, in person, you saw how anxious and awkward he actually was. He wasn’t looking you in the eyes, his hands were stuffed in his pocket and wait- was he shaking? This all made you wonder, why were you so nervous?

He let out a breathy laugh and turned to face you, studying your features. You felt blush begin to rise to your cheeks. His high pitch laughter was one you had originally only heard through your headphones in-game, hearing it in person was a whole different experience.

“You nervous?” he questioned you

“Uhh,” you locked eyes to him, you could tell he was smirking underneath his face mask with the way his eyes moved, “yeah actually, really fucking nervous honestly.”

“Me too,” he chuckled and leaned forward, not making eye contact with you anymore. He rested his arms on his knees, “really fucking nervous.”

“Why?” you let your eyes rest on his figure, studying his movements as he adjusted his beanie and anxious pulled his sleeves down to cover his hands.

“It’s the first time I’ve been out of my apartment in fuckin’ days,” he slumped into the bench now while looking off into the nighttime, “Plus I haven’t seen more than half of my friends in person. Uhh, actually all of my friends.”

“Well, ain’t I special?” you said, confusion festering inside of you. You felt yourself so intrigued by every movement and word that let his mouth. You wanted to watch him and listen to him talk for hours. What the fuck is happening?

He looked over at you, yet another smirk hiding underneath his mask, “I wanted to ask you in person…”, he adjusted his seating to now face you again, “Why the fuck did you ignore my 8-Ball request?”

You stared deadpan, another laugh escaping you, “No fucking way. I totally fucking responded to that.”

“No you didn’t,” he quickly responded, “you definitely didn’t.”

“You brought me in the middle of a park at basically 4am to argue about 8-Ball?” You questioned him, watching his features soften more. A smile grew upon his face, brightening what you could see of his face.

“Yes, yes I did actually.” You didn’t respond, instead you squinted your eyes and stared at him. “I-uh- I wanted to also, you know, actually talk to you?” He mumbled, “We never actually talk. Plus, you called ME at wee fucking hours in the mornin. Don’t you spin this around on me.”

“It was an accident!!” You retorted, laughter escaping your lips so easily it felt natural to be sitting and laughing on a bench with him, “I didn’t mean to be weird and randomly call you!”

He moved slightly close to you, slowly closing some of the space between the two of you, “Well, I was the weird one and asked you to hang out at 3am, so we’re even I guess.”

You could smell his cologne and aftershave, and fuck it smelled amazing. He continued to mess with the sleeves of his hoodie, pulling them over his hands and tucking them anxiously in his pockets.

“Okay, okay, my turn. What made you ask me to ‘chill’ in this park?”

You studied him, awaiting his response. “Same reason you ‘accidentally’ called me,” he said, putting air quotation marks over the word accidentally.

“Oh?” you jokingly questioned him, “and what’s that?”

You wondered what he looked like under the mask. You wondered how his hair looks under his beanie. You wondered if he smelled even better under the layers of his hoodie and what appeared to be another sweatshirt underneath. Your mind began to wonder how his voice sounded like when he first woke up, or what he sounded like when he was half asleep. More thoughts began to dance throughout your head as you stared at him, looking at his eyes which showed he was smiling under his mask.

“I wanted to get to know you better. Ya’know, actually talk and stuff.” He responded, breaking the shared eye contact and looking around you.

“And stuff?” you giggled, watching his nervous reaction. His hands were stuffed in his jacket pocket again.

“I don’t fucking know, what do normal socially inclined people do?”

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4:11am

“Okay, how about this,” you spoke into the uncomfortable silence that fell between the two of you after you ran out of small talk. You two were staring at each other, motionless. “20 questions?”

“20 questions?” he questioned you, narrowing his eyebrows in confusion

“Yeah, why not?” you laughed nervously, something about him made your nerves on high alert, “you start!”

You positioned yourself to face him on the bench, crossing your legs in front of you and resting your arms on your legs. You gauged his reaction, the look of confusion flooding his face.

“Uhhhhhh,” he turned to face you, mimicking the way you were sitting - crossing his legs in front of him on the bench, “uhh- i don’t fucking know, favorite color?”

“Blue!” you exclaimed, “I’ve always loved darker shades of blue, like turquoise or- well it’s not blue-blue but aquamarine too.”

“Aquamarine? That’s a fancy color, heh. Guess mine.”

“Black?” you giggled, looking his outfit up and down, it was about fifty shades of black.

He laughed his signature high pitched laughter, adjusting his sleeves to again cover his hands, “Correct. How did you guess?”

“Oh just a hunch, that’s all. It’s your turn.”

“Uhhh,” he pulled out his phone and began typing rapidly. You stared at his hands, luminated from his phone screen. His chipped black nail polish was uneven on his nails, his rings shining bright against the light. His hands were veiny, you found yourself unable to look away, “I’m ass at these things, so lemme google something.” He began clicking rapidly, “…. Okay okay I’m ready. Got some questions and all” He held his phone up to hide the questions as he stared at them.

“That’s cheating!” you giggled, reaching for his phone, “you’re a fucking cheater!”

“No, no, no, there are no rules. You did not say any rules. No rules! Ahem- okay.” he cleared his throat, scrolling through the question list, “holy fuck these questions. Ok- okay this one is good. So, ahem,” he put on a fake announcer voice, causing you to giggle even more, “Have you ever been in a car accident — and it was your fault?”

“Well damn,” you laughed, “where the fuck did you find these questions?”

“Hey man, I didn’t write the question. Anyway, you gotta answer it. Spill the beans, hunny”

“Oh geez, well yes, I have been in a car accident, no I didn’t cause it.” You watched as his face softened, a look of sorrow clouding his dark eyes, “It was when I was in high school. A friend of mine- an old friend- was driving and another car blew a red light. It was a minor accident. No one was hurt or anything, but it fucked with my anxiety for a while. I still hate driving now. So I prefer public transportation.”

“Oh fuck- I’m glad you’re okay- jesus fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Honestly, I was paranoid about any cars. I refused to get in them for about a year, but I’m able to drive now, no worries. Anyway- your turn.”

“I for one, have never been in a car accident, thankfully. However, I have had a gun pulled on me inside of my car, if that counts.”

“You WHAT?” you interrupted him, leaning closer to him, “ex-fucking-cuse me?” His nonchalant way about talking about that baffled you.

He giggled, how was he giggling over this? “Yeah it was fucking wild man, straight fucking wild. I lived though.”

“Okay, my turn. Why the fuck did you have a gun pulled on you?”

“You’re not letting that go, huh?”

“NO.” You shot back at him, “that’s fucking nuts.”

“It happened so fast, I can barely recall most of it. Guy tried to rob me, but I’m too fucking broke and didn’t have anything. Threatened to blow my head off, then fucking left. I still don’t know why the fuck he picked me. Do I even appear to look like I have any sort of value? But I lived, so there’s that.”

“Oh my fucking god.” That’s all you could manage to say, the thought of anything bad happening to him now begins to worry you. You have the strong urge to protect him from all evil, at any costs.

“Yeah- straight fucking nuts. Anyway, my turn.” He began to scroll through the questions pulled up on his phone, letting out hmms and huuhs? until he finds a question that he deems worth asking, “What embarrasses you the most and/or what’s been your most embarrassing moment?”

“Hmmmm,” you took a moment to ponder the question, there’s a lot of things you’ve done that really embarrass yourself, “Okay so I was on a date with this guy I was really into in college, like I loved this guy before we even went out.”

“Was he cute?” Corpse asked, resting his elbows on his legs and his head on his hands, a pensive stare in his eyes as he peered at you.

“Uhhhh, really fucking cute actually….,” you were lost in his eyes, you couldn’t make out the rest of his face, but you’ve declared him as one of the most attractive people you’ve seen, “... uh anyway, so we were out on a date-”

“I can’t relate.” he interrupted, laughing again.

“Huh?” you, again, we snapped out of your story.

“Being on asked dates, can’t relate. I have never been asked on a date.”

“I don’t believe that. Anyway-”

“O really? I legit have never been asked out on a date,” he let out a breathy laugh, “I’ll let you finish though.”

“Well this isn’t a good date, anyway we were at the movies on a date and it happens to be the same exact movie theater his ex was at. Same movie, same time, same everything.”

“Oh no…” Corpse knew exactly where this was headed.

“Yuuupp, it was a ploy to run into his ex-girlfriend. They ended up getting back together right after that happened. Exact reason I hate the entire Purge series now.”

“Evil. Straight fucken evil. I’m sorry.” he leaned his hand over to lay it on your leg, “that’s actually fucked.”

He was touching you. His hand was on your leg, right above your knee. You felt the sensation of touch shoot up from your leg to your stomach. Your heart began pounding a thousand beats a second. Why were you acting this way? Why was your heart racing at an innocent touch to express sorrow? You tried your best to ignore it.

You shrugged, although it still has taken a major shot to your self esteem, “I mean, it still stings but they have two kids now so, good for them I guess.”

“At least you’re not spending the money on diapers now,” he laughed, moving his hand away and giving you finger guns, “that shit is outrageous.” That was the cutest shit you’ve ever seen.

“Okaay, my turn. So have you really never been asked on a date?” You watched his reaction, he quickly rubbed the back of his head again, letting out an anxious laugh.

“I mean, I’ve been on dates with my ex before and like, two other people, but I was the one to always ask ya’know. I never had anyone take interest in me first. I’m always the initiator. It’s not really that deep though. I actually like not being bothered with relationship shit honestly. Anyway, my turn.”

Why did that upset you? You felt a ping in your heart. A ping of sadness. What’s wrong with you?

He scrolled through the questions a bit, searching for a good one to ask.

“Okay, this one isn’t as cringe, what's the luckiest thing that's ever happened to you?”

You thought for a moment, looking at him staring back at you. A smile forming underneath his mask despite the lack of sleep hitting you both. The early morning sky began to form around you two on the park bench, you couldn’t deny it, he was attractive. You couldn’t see his face fully, but his visible features were inviting. You wanted to see what he was hiding on the mask. He had warm eyes, curly mess hair, you imagined he was more attractive than you imagined under the mask. “Well, I’m sitting on a fucking park bench at like 5am with Corpse Husband. Completely unplanned, no sleep at all. Answering questions about our lives in the darkness. Totally random, almost face reveal and all.”

Wait what the fuck - were you just flirting with him? Why are you flirting with him? You couldn’t tell, but he seemed to blush.

“Oh shut the fuck up,” he laughed leaning over and playfully nudging your arm, “this is after you randomly called me, don’t forget that.”

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!”

“I knew you never actually wanted to talk to me.”

“Ohmyfuckinggod.” you reached over and snatched the phone from his hand. In the process, you accidentally touched his hands, you felt another surge of butterflies rush through you again. You tried to brush them away and scrolled through the questions, “do you believe in soulmates?”

Of all questions, you asked that one. You wanted to smack yourself. What were you doing?

He raised his eyebrows, bringing his hands to his chin, rubbing the front part of his mask. You wondered what he looked like without the mask on again. Thoughts of his skin racing through your mind, “Huh. I don’t honestly. I don’t think anyone is truly meant for anyone. Love is fucking hard, yaknow? Sure you can be attracted and interested in someone. But to actually have a meaningful, fulfilling relationship, it doesn't just happen. You need to actually want it. Want to actually work and build with them. No one is someone’s actual soul mate. Don’t even get me started if someone dies.”

“Period sis,” you laughed, “I’d like to believe there’s someone for everyone though.” You were a hopeless romantic, it’s showing.

“My person is the one that probably was murdered or something,” he laughed, looking down at his pant legs, “I kinda gave up on relationships and shit anyway. I’m not really the ideal partner.”

“Why?” you didn’t mean to ask that immediately after he spoke, it slipped out

“It’s my turn, mam.” He laughed, taking his phone back, “ooooh here’s a goodie, when you can’t sleep at night, what keeps you awake?”

“Everything,” you blurted out, laughing, “fucking everything.”

“Mood.”

You paused for a moment, letting go on any filter you’ve had set, tiredness is setting in and you have no control over your words, “I always feel like I’m never really good enough, yaknow? Like I don’t really belong anywhere. I feel like I’m an outsider everywhere. I guess, I guess that’s what keeps me awake at night. Damn that got really fucking emo.”

He nodded, the two of you not speaking for a good minute. He finally broke the silence, “Yeah, yeah. I actually fully understand that feeling.”

“My turn,” you didn’t look at the phone this time, “so why did you give up on relationships? Or finding in love, or whatever.”

Why did you care so much? Why are you asking him this?

He took a deep breath, letting up a breathy chuckle, “Ah fuck, I-I don’t think I’ve ever talked about this before - like out loud.” He paused for a brief second, you were moments away from telling him it was fine without answering, but he continued on, “I- I don’t really see myself as a good partner honestly. Like, I don’t go outside much. I don’t show myself anywhere - that’s actually unfair to my partners. I can’t see myself being able to fully invest myself into a relationship either, I have so much other shit going on. My life it’s self is a fucking mess, I’m a fucking mess. I don’t deserve that sense of happiness either.”

“Why’s that?” You questioned him, staring into his eyes. Those big brown eyes shined back.

“I just don’t. I can’t go outside without fucken panicking, without worrying someone will find me. That’s why my ex left me. I couldn’t do anything with her, no, for her. She wanted to go out and do all of these lavish things, but me? I couldn’t. Literally would fucken panic at the thought. Hyperventilate, shake. What the fuck is wrong with me? I wouldn’t want any parts of that either. She got tired of waiting for me to fix myself and left. I can’t blame her, she had every right to. I can’t see myself committing to anything. I’m so accustomed to everyone leaving. I-I can’t put myself through that heartbreak. I don’t want to put myself through heartbreak again. I- I don’t know. I’m scared to get attached. I-”

You were staring at him, lost in his eyes. Lost in the emotion of his voice as he spoke. Raw, unfiltered, passionate, and real. Every croke as he spoke, every pause, stutter. Your heart was about to break. Who hurt him so badly that they caused him to feel broken? To feel betrayed? To feel so unloveable. You wanted to speak, but you were lost in him confessing his heart to you randomly on a park bench in the center of the city.

“Corpse,” you breathed out, watching the tears begin to well up in his eyes. Wait, he’s about to fucking cry. Holy shit. How do you calm a crying person? Do you even have tissues on you? You’re not prepared for this.

He turned his head away and cleared his throat, trying to hide his watering eyes, “Fuck I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-uhhhhhh- fuck- uhhh, ignore me.”

“Corpse,” you again said, reaching over to grab his hand. You made contact with the top of his hand, feeling the top of his rings grace underneath your palm. His skin is soft and warm. How the fuck is his skin so soft? You wrapped your hand around his and you lost control, you squeezed his hand to let him know you were there. You were listening, processing his emotion. You were letting him know you cared.

“Thank you, y/n.” he looked back over at you, flipping his hand around so your palms are now touching. He intertwined your fingers together. His eyes are watering still, now vulnerable and more alive.

You were holding hands. Your heart began racing, you imagined it would jump out of your chest. He scooted himself directly next to you, your legs touching now. He rested his head on your shoulder, keeping your hands intertwined. His hair smelled like… was that cherry blossoms? His head was heavy on your shoulders, but it never felt so perfectly placed. He let out a deep sigh and you felt the breath on your shoulders. You began to panic inside, but it wasn’t a bad panic. It was a nervous panic.

“Of course,” you whisper, laying your head on top of his, “damaged goods gotta stick together.”

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notprofessionalwriting · 3 years

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. 1:47am .

uhh hi there, this is my first public fan fic (LOOOOL)

Corpse Husband X FemReader

Summary: Y/N can’t sleep and accidentally calls Corpse one night.

Warnings: cursing, that’s about it?

Part 1 of ????????

1:47am

You laid in bed, bringing your hands to your face and letting out a deep sigh. It’s been days since you were able to get a good night’s sleep. Your insomnia has been striking harder than usual and it’s slowly taking a toll on your mental health, more so than usual that is. Your sleep schedule has become you sleeping in the afternoon and spending the nights and early mornings wide awake, trying to get a grip on the amount of work you have piling up and your wonderful habit of you ignoring it. You’ve experienced sleepless nights before, but with your final semester of graduate school coming to close, it’s slowly eating you alive. You’ve missed class sessions, speeches, meetings, everything. You pick up your phone and look at the lock screen, the time displayed before you now mocking you.

You let out another sigh before accepting the fact you won’t be sleeping tonight, again. You had your final paper due tonight at midnight and you didn’t even start writing it yet so you reached under your bed and grabbed your laptop, hoping to at least get a head start on it now.

Or so you hoped.

2:30am

The bright screen of your laptop stares into your eyes as you look at your empty screen. On the Google Document screen, the furthest you’ve gotten is your name, course number, and title. The rest remains blank and your motivation meter feels in the negative. Your body wanted so badly to sleep, but it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Your mind is awake and running on full alert.

“Fuck it,” you tell yourself, slamming your laptop shut before dropping it on the floor next to your bed. It landed with a thud on your carpeted floor. You gave up at this point.

In the dark, the sounds of the city outside of your apartment are creeping into your bedroom. They dance around you as your laying in the dark, alone, emotionless, and completely drained. You reach for your phone and unlock the screen, unleashing the smallest bit of light in your pitch black bedroom. The worst part of being awake at this hour is the feeling of complete loneliness that washes over you. You desperately wanted to have some form of contact with another person so you reached your contact list, searching for anyone to reach out to. You scroll through, trying to figure out which person in your friend group would be awake at this hour.

Your best friend Sykkuno? He always falls asleep early and you didn’t want to wake him.

Rae? You recall her texting you goodnight around midnight, she was definitely fast asleep.

You scrolled through your coworkers, your family, and random numbers from college that you barely knew. You were stumped and about to accept your loneliness, until you finally stumbled upon one name, Corpse.

Corpse and you were casual friends at best. You had no idea what he looked like or what his actual name was, you simply called him what everyone else does - Corpse. That’s normal for him anyway. He was an enigma, a man of mystery and wonder. You had to admit though, you were intrigued by the mystery that surrounded him, after all you have little to no information about him. You knew him through Sykkuno and exchanged numbers after a successful round as impostor in the game. The most interaction you had with after that was through text about the rounds of Among Us you two would play, and also through 8-Ball rounds after he randomly sent you a game request in the middle of the night.

‘You’re still awake?’ he texted you one night when you responded to his game request at 3am.

‘I don’t sleep lmao’ you texted him back, immediately.

‘shit bitch, same here’

Aside from talking about playing Among Us in the future or sending random memes back and forth to each other, he was notorious for sending you photos of his latest addiction, Bingus, in the early hours of the morning.

One morning at 4:34am: Corpse:

Y/N: why

Corpse: bingus.

Your conversations never really stemmed any further than text communication though. You hovered over his contact information, the photoless icon staring at you. You hesitated for a moment, would calling him at almost 3am cross an unspoken boundary? Most likely. You decided against it, but the moment your brain decided not to disturb him, you dropped your phone. Of fucking course, you would drop your phone on your face right now. In the process of dropping your phone, you hit the phone call icon.

“What the fuck-” you scrammbled to try and pick up your phone before he answered and end the call.

Too late.

“H-hello, y/n?” his deep voice boomed from the other side of the phone. You could hear the shyness ring through his voice.

The first time you heard his voice took you for a loop. Sykkuno had invited you to his gaming lobby since they needed one more person and you expressed interest in playing. He always gushed about how fun it was playing with his friends so you happily obliged and quickly hopped into their server. Everyone greeted you happily, until one voice spoke.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“WHO THE FUCK-”

The entire lobby erupted into laughter, including the deep voice that spoke. You’re happy you took a break and weren’t currently streaming because your face was red, you didn’t mean to blurt that out but that voice- holy shit.

“Oh jesus, that’s Corpse!” Sykkuno exhaled, “we love our Corpse.”

“Heh- sorry about that. Hi, Corpse.”

“I’m more shocked when people don’t respond like that.”

“Oh hey, Corpse.” You tried to play off the anxiety rushing throughout your body. You didn’t intend to actually call him, you weren’t prepared for this at all.

“Heey…” He said his voice trailing off, clearly confused by you randomly calling him in the middle of the night, “what’s going on?”

“Oh nothing, I can’t sleep,” you confessed, trying to calm your nerves down, “how are you?”

“I’m okay, just working on some stuff,” he paused for a moment, you heard what sounded like a pencil drop, “why can’t you sleep?”

You let out a small laugh, “I wish I knew. I can never sleep but uhh- what stuff are you working on?”

“Some lyrics I guess, just drabbling stuff down. Early in the morning is the only time I can really focus on shit.”

“Oh, yeah-yeah. It’s normally really relaxing at this hour.”

“Yeah, yeah. Definitely.”

You wanted to hit yourself over the head, this conversation was so forced and uncomfortable, “Sooo,”

“Soooo,” Corpse responded, giggling for a moment. You wondered if he were as uncomfortable as you, “you called me to make small talk or?”

“I,” you hesitated for a moment, eh fuck it, “Imma be honest. I didn’t mean to call you-” He let out a loud laugh, it boomed into your ears.

“Well shit,” he responded, catching his breath from laughing.

“No-no-no, not like that. Don’t make me feel bad! My phone slipped out of my hand and fell onto my bed, thus calling you.”

“Wow, I feel so much better.” he chucked mid sentence, “You can accidentally call me but not respond to 8-Ball?”

“I was considering calling you but I wasn’t sure if it would be weird!” You retorted, laughing, “I didn’t want to be a weirdo and call you at like 3 in the morning.”

“Well, here we are,” he teased, “I’m just fucking with ya’, honestly I’m not used to people calling me though.”

“I’m not one to typically call people,” you joked, it was true though. You did everything in your power to never call people.

“So you were going to call me though…” he paused for a couple moments, anxiety began to overwhelm you. Talking to Corpse even over text always made you nervous, you were never sure why since he’s always been extremely kind and welcoming, but actually speaking on his phone, hearing his voice and reactions, you were about to break out into sweats, “Why?”

“I… uh…” you were silent before beginning to speak again, “I knew you would be awake and I wanted to talk to someone. It gets lonely being awake at this hour.”

“Ahhh,” his voice sounded from the other end of the phone, “l see. It does get really fucking lonely.”

“Yeaaah,” you felt the nervousness wash over you again. You had no idea how to respond or what to do. The conversation itself felt so forced.

He cleared his throat and you could hear him sit up, adjusting his position in his chair, “I-uh, wanna go chill in a park or something?”

Excuse me - what? Did he actually just say that?

You caught your breath, your mouth slightly agape, “Wait- what?”

He let out a laugh, a deep raspy laugh. The butterflies entered into your chest and made their way up your throat, “You live near Sykkuno right?”

“Yeah,” you were still processing what was happening, you never expected Corpse to invite you to hang everywhere. You knew how anxious he was about, well everything basically. The last thing you expected was for him to want to hang out with you, “he lives in the same city as me. We were childhood friends.”

“I live in LA too,” he chuckled, “There isn’t anything else to do. Do you skate?”

“I used to,” you confessed thinking back to all of the scraps and bruises from when you attempted to skateboard to impress a guy you liked years ago, “I still have my board but it’s been years since I even touched it.”

“Perfect, grab your board and meet me at that park right across from the Dunkin. You know, the really fucking shitty one.”

“Isn’t that every Dunkin though?”

He let out a giggle, and honestly it was the cutest thing you’ve heard, “okay fair, you got me there.”

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