#corpse husband fanfic

[thefanficmonster]

Vy, do you still write for Corpse Husband?? If so could you write about an neighbours to lovers?

Hi dear!

Thank you so much for the request! You know I love a good neighbors to lovers story 😉

Hope you enjoy ❤

Greetings From Next-Door

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing?

Genre: Neighbors to Lovers, FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse is probably the first and only person to receive a reverse noise complaint

It hasn't been a good morning for Corpse. It's barely been a morning, if we're being honest.

He woke up after three hours of restless sleep feeling more tired than he had felt before painstakingly drifting off at the crack of dawn. He had fifteen minutes of 'morning' to spare before noon rolled around and he dragged himself to the kitchen, swinging the fridge door open to a massive disappointment. Had the scene been a cartoon, a fly would've strayed its way out of the vacant fridge. Then again, using cartoon logic, Corpse could easily draw food to fill the fridge with.

But this is real life. And in real life food costs money that Corpse is strapped for. Grocery delivery is not a privilege he can rely on any longer, hasn't been for a few months even. So every couple weeks, like clockwork, comes the dreaded day calling for a grocery run. And it always starts the same: a vacant kitchen; an attempt to convince himself he doesn't need food to survive; a grumble from his empty stomach disagreeing with him; and finally - surrender.

That's how Corpse just barely managed to usher himself out the door. His all-black attire - accessorized with a black facemask and beanie over which he's also thrown the hood of his hoodie - makes him unassuming, mysterious and unapproachable all in tandem which is precisely the 'aesthetic' he goes for every time he steps foot outside the comfort and safety of his shoebox apartment.

Good thing his kitchen decided to be barren on such a shitty day - rain is pouring down in sheets, the dark clouds are so thick that time cannot be discerned by simply looking up at the sky - it's been the same shade of dark and depressing grey since 6 AM. And Corpse loves it. He just wishes he could have appreciated it from the warmth of his dry and quiet home instead of experiencing it head-on. Not to mention that he's soaked for the most part due to his aversion to umbrellas.

By the time he makes it home with two bags of groceries hooked in each of his hands he feels like he should be wringed out like a towel. The dark curls that are sticking out from beneath his beanie are damp and stuck to his forehead, the mask on his face is soaked and almost impossible to breathe through to the point where he finally bites the bullet and drags it down to beneath his chin. His shoes have a colony of fish living in each one and his groceries are swimming in their bags. But despite the massive inconvenience, his relief to finally be done with the task isn't dampened (pun semi-intended).

However, he's in for a mild infuriation when he approaches his apartment door, keys in hand, and sees a note stuck to the dark wood, the paper ominously contrasting against it.

For a moment, he believes the worst of it - an eviction notice. Is there a valid reason for him to be getting evicted? Absolutely not. Is the landlord and ass though? Absolutely, and Corpse knows the dude is no stranger to the distaste he harbors for him.

He's just about to completely ignore the note for the time being and push into the apartment in favor of drying off and organizing his groceries but an interesting detail jumps out at him from the white page as he goes to unlock the door.

The note is written in cursive in a glittery purple gel pen. Not really the font or format of an eviction notice or complaint, is it?

Corpse pushes the door open, setting the bags down in the foyer before stepping back out to retrieve the piece of paper and read it with far more curiosity than dread this time.

To his surprise and amusement, the note reads:

~ Dear neighbor, You don't know me and I don't know you. But that's irrelevant. I just know you have an amazing taste in music and whatever it is you're blaring in the middle of the night, I'd like you to play it louder so I can at least Shazam it because holy shit do I love it! Keep up the great DJing, neighbor!

PS: Sorry if the letter caused mild discomfort upon first sight. No complaints here! :) I hope the purple ink translated that ~

The relief that washes over him after the third time re-reading the note feels almost like a physical weight being removed from atop his chest and he can finally get his breathing in order. Which then turns into laughter, wholehearted cackling that has him leaning against the hallway wall, groceries all but momentarily forgotten by his feet.

Later that day, in the evening, he does indeed blast the music he typically listens to as motivation and inspiration for his own discography. Despite the blaring speakers, he still manages to hear the three distinct knocks on the wall connecting him to the next unit over. It brings a genuine smile to his face, knowing exactly what it means.

The roundabout way of their communication brings him great comfort. It makes him feel far less alone, the loneliness punctured by the knowledge that there is someone right next door who he managed to make smile if only even briefly.

Thing is, Corpse doesn't want it to end. He realizes that when he finds himself peeking out into the hallway of his building so he can check the other side of his front door for the potential new letter from his neighbor. The realization only sinks in further when he feels the flood of disappointment engulf him upon the sight of the letter-less door.

So, that seals the deal for him. He decides to take it upon himself to not let it end.

It takes him a long time to locate something to write on that isn't a napkin or a paper towel. Even longer to find a working pen. But once he does, he sits down at his computer desk to write a note of his own.

~ Dear Neighbor, Hope you enjoyed the concert last night. Not my typical style to blast music but how can I say no to the Neighborhood Watch. But hey, I don't mind whatsoever - it's the closest thing to a party I've had in years. Seeing as how we seem to share the same preference for music, here's a link to a curated playlist I've been adding to for almost a decade now. There's plenty of hidden gems in there I'm sure you'll enjoy. Feel free to be the one to blast the tunes this time

Greetings from next-door ~

He can't help but laugh to himself as he writes down the whole URL to his Spotify playlist, but even the ridiculousness of that doesn't seem to deter him from his mission.

The next morning, during a teetering predicament of standing on a stool trying to change the lightbulb in the hallway, Corpse hears a laugh echo out in the hallway right beside the door to his unit.

He hops down and takes a look outside the peephole to see what's going on and sure enough, it's his neighbor, having found the note he'd left taped to their door the night before.

He feels a genuine smile spread across his face, a certain warmth flooding his chest. He can still hardly believe he went out of his way to establish communication with a total stranger - something so out of his comfort zone it might as well be in the stratosphere - but that laugh makes it all so worth it.

And there indeed is a party that night as well, with songs he knows all too well blaring from the other side of the wall, loud enough to shake the building. And man, does he love it.

He'd never thought he'd come to think this one day, but he never wants to not have a party (like this one anyway) again.

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Rain (Corpse Husband X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Youtubers

Requested: Day 11 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: none.

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 465

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You slowly climbed out of bed. It still looked dark outside as you walked through your living room. You stopped to look out the window and saw the large, dark grey clouds covering the sky. Just as you were about to walk away, you saw a lightning strike in the distance. You knew it was about to rain. 

With a smile and a sigh, you continued your trek to the kitchen, where Corpse was already standing with two bowls of cereal ready. You walked up next to him and jumped up to sit on the counter next to where he was leaning against the counter. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before he moved to stand between your legs and leaned back against you as you both looked out the large windows of your apartment at the raging storm outside while eating our cereals. 

You ate in silence with the only noise in the apartment being the occasional rumbling of thunder outside. It was comforting as you gazed at the water falling outside. While you both loved when it rained, it was for completely different reasons.

“Can we go for a drive today?” You broke the tranquility as you set your bowl off to the side and wrapped your arms around Corpse’s shoulders. You rested your head against his shoulder as you tried to read his expressions. You could tell he really didn’t want to leave the apartment, but driving in the rain was something you rarely got to enjoy in San Deigo. “Please?”

“What’s in it for me?” He teased as he glared at you with a smirk on his lips. You chuckled and couldn’t stop yourself from pecking his lips quickly.

“How about I give you full access to the playlist, and I give you a head message when we get back? Maybe we get ice cream or something on the way back,” You offered, but Corpse’s eyes immediately snapped to yours as you felt him tense up and turn around in your hold. “I’d order. You don’t need to say anything. Plus, I doubt there would be many people there. It’s raining pretty hard out there.”

“Can we also watch Death Note again?” 

“We can watch any anime you want,” You chuckled as you ran a hand through his unruly curls, trying your best to tame them. “You also want to pick up dinner? I don’t really want to make it when we get back.”

“It’s one of those days?” He joked, moving to put both of your bowls in the sink and filling them with water.

“It’s just one of those days,” You continued the joke as you bobbed your head. “Anyways, I’ll let you pick, but we should head out now. We should head out. We’re wasting rain!”

~~~~~

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[dollsbite]

៹ ✦ my melody & kuromi, corpse husband hcs

corpse with a pink-obsessed s/o

first of all, the fans absolutely adore your dynamic

the aesthetics you and corpse have are akin to avril lavigne's sk8ter boi; "he was a punk, she did ballet. what more can i say?" (even if it isn't actually like that, or you don't identify as a girl)

expect a lot of cute fanart! the fandom's most talented artists love drawing you and corpse in adorable outfits and situations

some are a bit surprised the two of you are together, the both of you are like night and day

sometimes, corpse steals your pink cat ear headphones and wears them around the house with pride

"he looks so cute, guys! i wish you could see him now."

chat goes crazy, wanting to see corpse in all his "cat boy" glory

although the color of his attire is on the darker side, he'll cherish any pink jewelry, hair clips, pins - you name it - that you give him and incorporate them into his outfits

if not for his anxiety, he would've loved going out in public with his hair decorated with little bows and such

at first, people assumed you were all sunshine and rainbows by your appearance

that all changed during an intense round of crab game's glass jump. with the pressure from your boyfriend and a few seconds on the clock, you went first and died when the glass panel broke under your feet

"fuck you, corpse! i'm going to kill you - better sleep with one eye open."

"you know you love it when i push your buttons, baby."

"shut up!" you fire back, ignoring how flustered that darn voice of his has you

the viewers are surprised because this was the first time you'd lashed out on stream (which they'd see more of in the future)

you got his ass during the dorm level, beating him savagely with your weapon immediately after the lights went out

"watch out, everyone. they may look cute but they're actually fucking evil," corpse laughs, clearly amused at the whole ordeal

oh my god, imagine how cute the Instagram posts would be with a s/o that collects stuffed animals

like, corpse posing with your stuffed animals, the cute plushies noticeably sticking out against his black clothes

corpse hugging a hello kitty plush >>>

not only that, the couple pics would be absolutely adorable

you'd be draped in all pink and corpse, in all black. a beautiful contrast indeed

[inciting-chaos-series]

j can you please make a corpse x reader where they are both publicly dating and as all internet couples do, get a fair amount of hate. but one day a specific comment gets under the readers skin so they distance themselves from corpse (lots of angst but with a good ending ?)

I'm sorry this took forever, I couldn't get my meds and went a lil crazy agh, also idk if this is any good tbh I feel bad at writing lately. Hopefully you like it though oof.

-J The Ghost

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➢ Author: J The Ghost ➢ Pairings:  Corpse X reader | Corpse X y/n ➢ WC: ~4k ➢ Themes:  Hurt/Comfort? | Angst | Fluff | Happy Endings ➢ Warnings: Depression | Anxiety | Death Threats | Spiraling | Intrusive Thoughts | Cyberbullying? ➢ Summary: You and Corpse are publicly dating, you knew you'd get some hate, but you didn't actually think it would get to you like this...

Request: Hate Mail

You woke up from your nap to the sounds of several voices coming from the other room. He must be streaming… You thought groggily as you stretched and snuggled back into the covers enveloped in the scent of his cologne.  You pulled out your phone and checked the time, almost four… Jesus, he really had made good on his word, you didn’t even realize you could be that exhausted. As you scrolled through your socials you saw the notifications of most of his friends live streams. Sussy Sundays, of course, how did you forget? He really had taken it out of you earlier. 

You were grateful to have weekends off, allowing you to see him more than just any days you managed to get off work at a decent time, but you hated Sundays. You both took turns staying over at each other's houses and coming up with fun things to do together, but since he’d agreed to be a part of the Sussy Sundays, you had to find a way to entertain yourself. When he would stay at your house, it was easy to find things to do- dishes, laundry, and tidying up always needed done- but at his place, he mostly ordered takeout, and didn't really have enough stuff to ever accumulate messes, much less any laundry, so you were left to figure something else out. 

A few times he’d asked you to join in on games, or hangout and watch him, but if the viewers got wind that you were with him- everyone's chat would latch on and start blowing up about it. You hated the fact that you’d turn viewers' attention away from the streamers they were watching, which led to you feeling guilty for making even the slightest sounds despite both him and his ever supportive friends trying to actively involve you. 

Ever since the two of you had gone public, the internet had gone wild. In the beginning fans were pretty supportive and kind, but once Corpse started to post about you more and more, they quickly turned on you. It felt like the majority now was vehemently against the idea of your relationship. You knew that once it was public, you would get a lot of hate, but some of the comments were so hyper specific and vile- you couldn't help but be hurt. You always did your best to not read through them, or let him see when ones you did see affect you. You knew it was mostly young fans that were crushing on him and envious of you, but it all still seemed to leave you feeling drained, and anxious, an empty feeling of doom settling in with each critique. What if he saw merit in some of them? Sure most were shallow insults, but some seemed so spot on to you. 

Who even are they? They're nobody, why is he with them??

He probably felt bad- he’s just too nice…

He can do soo much better…

You weren't usually an insecure person, but it was hard to stay positive when you did kind of agree. You worked a normal job, lived an average life, and you weren't really into the world of streaming, even as a viewer. It was- at the least- confusing to understand why he would be with you over someone with a similar lifestyle, or had more in common with him. 

Tik Tok was your savior while he finished up with his friends. The algorithm only showed you the mind-numbing content you wanted to see, nothing about him or streaming at all. It was around 7:30 and you were halfway through a dinner recipe video when he finally entered his room again. 

“Have a good nap?” He smirked tiredly as he plopped down on the bed beside you. 

“So good…” You chuckled, saving the video before tossing your phone aside to snuggle up to him “How was the stream?” 

“It was fun. Everyone said to tell you hi…” He wrapped his arm around you and absently traced his fingers along your arm.

“Tell them I say hi too.” You smiled as you buried your face into his hoodie. “Your friends are so nice…” 

“Mhm… they really like you.” He chuckled. “Are you hungry yet? I'm starving…” You nodded and paused, still groggy from lying in bed. 

“Can we get pasta? I’m craving it so bad…” Your voice perked up at the thought of the recipe video.

“Of course,” he laughed at your enthused voice, “you better start getting ready though…”

“Were going out?” You looked up at him in confusion, it was rare he ever wanted to go out, especially so spontaneously. 

“Yeah why not? I mean… as long as you’re up for it?” 

“Y-Yeah, just surprised that you are…” You beamed up at him before mustering the energy to get up and get ready. You pulled your hair aside and headed to the bathroom to wash your face, peeking slightly in the mirror's reflection and catching glimpses of him changing from the bedroom. The cheeky blush across your face turned quickly to a hot embarrassment as you watched the black button-down settle across his lean shoulders. Your mind started flashing through images of all the comments deeming you unworthy of him. You turned your face away from the mirror and avoided eye-contact with yourself- knowing it would only cement those thoughts and sour your mood even more. 

You quickly brushed your teeth and headed back to the room, only to stare at the clothes you had brought in disappointment. Too loose you’ll look like a soggy cardboard box, too tight you’ll look like a shrink wrapped ham, too-

“You okay?” He chuckled from behind you as he fixed his shirt.

“Yeah… I’m fine.” You huffed out, grabbing at a random article of clothing and feeling yourself physically recoil at the thought of wearing it. 

“You don’t look fine- if you don’t wanna go out we can stay in…” He shrugged and examined your clothes with you. “You still have some other things in my closet you know… you don’t have to keep living out of your carry on bag. You can keep things here.” He laughed softly. 

“I- I know. I just… I don’t know- it's one of those days- you know?” You mustered up a small laugh. “Nothing feels right.” You shrugged it off. 

“I get it… let's just stay in.” He sat beside your clothes on the bed, offering a soft smile as he took your hands and pulled you closer .

“No, I want to go out…” You furrowed your brow a bit, irritated that you were letting it all affect you so much. “I’ll hurry up.” You pulled another few items of clothing out and headed back to the bathroom, not wanting to even think about him watching you change right now. 

You came back out after continuing to struggle through every aspect of getting ready while your mind attacked you. He sat up from scrolling his socials on the bed and quickly tucked his phone back into his pocket- a detail you wish your brain would find insignificant.

 “Ready?” He smiled and stood as you nodded. He grabbed his jacket and threw it on as you grabbed your things and started to head out with him. 

You were grateful for the comfortable silence as he drove to the restaurant, allowing you some time to try and change your mood. He’d put some softer lofi on the radio and let you silently watch as the streetlights flashed past your window. You weren't sure how he always seemed to know exactly what you needed, yet he always did. 

When you arrived at the restaurant you were surprised to hear he’d made reservations for the two of you. You couldn’t help but smile, despite the discomfort welling up that he’d chosen something more fancy than you had expected- or dressed for. 

“Wait, wait…” He hooked arm around your side, stopping you as you followed the host to the booth. He spun you into him in front of the elegant floor length mirror stood beside the entrance and pulled out his phone for a picture. You giggled at the quick cute gesture and posed with him, shutting your eyes as he snapped the pic to avoid any further mental spiraling. 

Dinner went by uneventfully, you stayed a bit more quiet as he excitedly told you about new songs he was working on, or vented about the issues holding up his new merch drop. It wasn’t entirely due to your bad mood, you loved seeing him enthuse about his passions and how animated he’d suddenly become. His whiskey toned eyes would light up and his excitement was palpable in the air, making even you more energized. It wasn’t until halfway through or so when you came back from the bathroom that things shifted. You caught sight of him looking up at you returning before tucking his phone quickly away again. 

“What’s that about?” You questioned lightheartedly with a laugh.

“Oh it’s nothing… Did you wanna get dessert?” He dismissed before swiftly changing the subject, but not before you caught a strange look on his face. 

“Okay Mr. Secretive… um, I think I’m full though.” You shrugged awkwardly as you looked down at your plate.

“You sure weren't saying that about the wine though…” He chuckled as he sipped his own glass.

“I- okay?” You rebutted, hesitating as you gave him a confused glance. “I was just trying to cure my bad mood…” You internally cringed as your voice came out more defeated and offended than you intended, seemingly proving his point that you’d had too much. It was only two glasses… am I really that bad? All that stupid pasta I kept shoving in my fat mouth absorbed it all- I don’t even feel drunk…

“Wh- no… baby I- I was just making a joke… I didn’t mean anything by it-” His face softened with concern. 

“No it’s fine… I probably have had too much- sorry.” You managed to squeak out, your face reddening with embarrassment. “Let’s just get the check…” I just want to go home now… Jesus Christ. You bit down on the inside of your lip as you heard the harsh, irritated sigh he let out. 

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The drive back from the restaurant was insufferable, just as it had been for him to the restaurant. He wasn’t sure if even his knives could’ve cut the tension radiating from the passenger side. It was clear something happened but he didn’t know what. Before he’d gone to his office to join the stream everything was fine, but once he came back the mood had completely changed. 

“Are you- okay? Did I do something to upset you?” He asked as tentatively as he could upon getting back home. 

“N-No, I’m fine. I’m sorry I had too much to drink.” Your voice was still soft but had a bit of an edge to it. 

“I’m sorry I said that at the restaurant, I didn’t mean it like that at all. I meant it in like a- ‘it’s funny that you chose the wine over dessert…’ because I agreed- kind of way… I’m sorry baby.” He paused, taking your hands and tugging you gently closer as he kissed your forehead. “Y/n, If I did something to upset you, I wanna know, so I can fix it and make you feel better. You’ve seemed upset since I got off stream.”

“It… it’s fine, I’m just stupidly sensitive. I’m fine.” You ruined the entire night with him, great job. If he really wasn’t hiding anything on his phone earlier, he’ll surely start now. You huffed in frustration at yourself. “I should probably get home…” 

“W- Why? You always leave Monday mornings…” He asked, feeling his energy plummet as you continued to shut down. 

“I just have an early day tomorrow is all. I’m sorry…” You met his gaze, immediately wishing you hadn't as you offered a half smile to his heartbreakingly defeated expression. You pushed back the self-criticism as you went to collect your things, that could wait until you were alone in your car. He silently followed you back into his room like a kicked puppy and helped you gather your things, making your brain slew more insecurities about him wanting you gone. Once all your stuff was in your bag he walked you out to your car while you said your goodbyes. 

“Please drive safe…”

He’ll just feel guilty if something happens…

“...text me when you get home…”

He feels like he has to say that… you’re so fucking sensitive. He walks on eggshells with you.

“I love you…” 

No he doesn’t, why the fuck would he? 

The drive back home continued that way as you dissociated the entire time, only letting the tears fall once you were back inside your own house. After having a small breakdown over the bullying your brain had done, you texted him you were home before collapsing down into your bed- exhausted by it all. You were ready for any solace you could get from mindlessly scrolling your phone, though it seemed the universe had something else in mind. You opened your instagram to check messages from your friends but were promptly bombarded by a photo he’d posted of the two of you from the restaurant. He’d put some goofy angel and devil emojis over your faces that you tried to let yourself laugh at but couldn't muster at the moment. He’d captioned it ‘LOMFL 😍🥵’ that got a small smile out of you, but not without a scoff. It wasn’t really until you tapped on the comments, you felt your gut tighten. The first few were various heart emojis from Rae, Tina, and Sean- but below that it took a turn. His fans attacked everything about you, your outfit, your weight, even your personality- as if they even knew you. But it didn’t stop there, some crazed fans had gone as far as finding you somehow- despite him never tagging you- and DMing your personal account even more vile things, even death threats. You wanted to vomit. You wanted to scream and show them how awful you could really be, but mostly you wanted to make yourself stop believing them. You didn’t want any of it to be true… but you were now convinced it was. 

The next day you kept your phone completely off, even going as far as deleting all your socials before shutting it off. In the morning meeting with your boss you informed her your phone wasn’t working and email was how you should be contacted from now on, so you wouldn't even need it on for later. You went about your daily tasks at work completely numb, doing everything you could to keep yourself too busy to think. Of course, that only worked at work, at home it was entirely different. The next few days turned to weeks as you cleaned like you never had before, you rearranged furniture like you were suddenly trying to fit four Alaskan king sized beds in your home, you went to the store and meal prepped- full well knowing you’d have no appetite, you binged several of your favorite shows entirely. 

By the third week, you’d fully run out of tasks to keep the thoughts and anxiety at bay. You scrolled through Netflix, Hulu, and Amazon- finding nothing. Out of either habit or some subconscious cue about the anxiety of not texting the only person you wanted to at the moment, you opened up Youtube. You rolled your eyes and groaned softly but scrolled through the videos anyway, cringing as the recommendations of Sussy Sundays and various other videos with your boyfriend popped up. You felt incredibly guilty about not talking to him. It wasn’t like the two of you talked non-stop, or that he’d be mad, you were just sure with the way you’d left things he was likely worrying about you by now. As you continued to scroll you saw a live video pop up in your suggestions, of him. He’s live? Why is he live? He doesn’t stream anymore… You were already anxious, but after reading the title ‘we need to talk…’ you started to feel sick. You hesitantly clicked the video and his voice rang out from your TV. 

“...I really don’t give a fuck how you guys feel or what you fuckin think…” He paused, presumably reading the chat. “I know it’s not all of you… but those of you that are commenting this shit… I don’t wanna fuckin see it- I don’t everr wanna see this shit again… if you like my content but come into my chat, or friends chats, or on twitter.com or instagram and say that shit… fucking unsubscribe right now, fuck you. Get off the fucking internet, it's disgusting.” You took in a deep breath as anxiety welled up more, why was he doing this? “I’ll straight up never put out another thing ever again if this keeps happening. I know that people are always gonna be assholes, but if you’re a fan of me or whatever- and saying this fucking shit about my partner? Go fuck yourself. I don’t want your fucking support…”  

You stared at his animated figure standing in the rain blankly and opened up your laptop, starting a video call to him. You waited for a while as he went silent on stream before it was denied. Is he mad at me? It’s all my fault- fuck.

“Anyways- I just thought I’d get on here and reprimand you fucks… and to all my actual fans, being kind and supportive, thank you, and keep reporting these people- love you guys… oodles and oodles… keep being you- I’m sorry you guys had to hear this… love you.” 

 You tried again as the stream ended. Again denied. Fuck he’s pissed… Because of me he had to get on after not streaming anymore and do that- fuck… You took a deep breath and tried to not overthink. Maybe he’s just sick of your bullshit. If he was worried or he’d been trying to contact you at all, he probably would’ve answered. You fidgeted nervously at the thought. I’ll just start a new show- keep my mind off this… You shut your laptop and dejectedly threw it aside on the couch before getting up and grabbing some blankets for another night of Netflix. 

You were two episodes in when you decided to grab a snack but just as you paused the show and stood, there was a knock on the door. You looked over, and cautiously moved toward it. Peeking out the peephole you saw what looked like an outraged figure of your boyfriend standing outside. You felt icy panic run through you as you grabbed the handle and twisted, preparing yourself for the worst.

“You’re okay…” He sighed in relief as his whole body relaxed. 

“I- Y- yeah… I- I’m fine.. What are you-” You tried to play catch up, still in shock to see him at your door, let alone not yelling at you. 

“You haven’t answered your phone- for anyone- in like a month…” He seemed to pant out. “I tried to give you space and not worry too much when you weren't answering, but then you deleted your socials, and then didn’t answer Tina, or Rae… or me… I was… scared.” He paused and caught his breath. “When you video called me I panicked, I thought you were in trouble or- I- I don’t even know… I just rushed over.” He stepped in and yanked you into one of his enveloping bear hugs. You stood motionless, mostly from how tight his arms were around you, but partially from even more surprise. Here he was, yet again, proving that he knew you better than anyone- and certainly better than you knew him. The guilt of not talking to him only grew now. How could you have ever thought any awful things about the panic stricken, devoted, heart-of-fucking-gold man that was seemingly holding onto you for dear life? 

“I- I’m sorry…” You squeaked out, faltering under his obvious concern. He sighed again and released his hold but kept his hands gently on your arms. 

“Please don’t do that again… If you need space that's okay, but please just tell me… I- I didn’t know what to think- or do…” He knelt down to your level slightly, his face full of worry as he seemed to practically beg. 

“I’m sorry…” You swallowed hard, feeling your face heat as your voice wavered. 

“I-It’s okay… I- I’m not mad… I just wanted to know you’re safe- cause I worked myself into a panic not knowing- I’m sorry I just showed up out of the blue…” He took a deep breath. “If you still need space that's okay I just- I was really worried. I know I’m probably overreacting…” 

“No… I just… I don’t know-” You looked down at your feet, the guilt consuming you now as he continued to prove every horrible thought you had about him wrong. 

“Do you want to talk?” He questioned hesitantly as his mind began reeling in the same way yours had. You just nodded, looking up as he closed the door and looked back to you, eyes still full of worry. 

You moved back to the couch and curled up into the blanket, comforting yourself and trying to hold back tears of guilt over how you’d acted toward him. He slowly moved to sit by you. 

“What’s going on? A-are you upset with me?” He stuttered nervously, also anticipating the worst. You shook your head and shut your eyes as they welled up. It all felt so stupid now- but the constant harassment, death threats, and insults had done a number- and having him here, almost completely in the dark about it all but still so kind and loving was just too much all at once. 

“Oh- baby… shh come here.” He soothed melodically as he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly again. “Please talk to me.” His voice was soft and quiet as he pressed kisses onto the top of your head. 

“I don’t wanna cry- it’s stupid…” You managed to mumble. 

“It’s not stupid- something is really bothering you… is it the comments and shit?” You nodded. 

“It’s all of it- I- I don’t know why you’re even with me…” Your voice cracked and broke. 

“Y/n, I’m with you because I’m in love with you- I wouldn’t ever let the opinions of fucking dumbass ten-year-olds with no internet supervision change or dictate that…” You cringed as you heard the offended tone in his voice. 

“I know… I just… I let my brain believe it all… and I feel shitty… and that just makes me wonder even more why- because I do shit like this- even though you’re nothing but amazing and loving to me…” You choked out between sobs. 

“You’re not shitty…” His tone softened even more as he pulled your face up. “I have no idea what it’s like to go through that, and how you can even deal with it. Most people don’t. I knew it was hard to see, and if I had any idea that you’d been this upset about it for this long I would’ve stopped it right then and there…” He kissed your forehead and wiped off your tears. “I’m so sorry baby… I should’ve known.” You shook your head. 

“I should’ve just told you… but I felt so stupid- letting it get to me- I wanted to just come home and clear my head and get over it… but then it got worse and I just I don’t know, I couldn't deal.” He pushed your hair from your face and let you continue after the sobs began to slow. “Now I just feel guilty and shitty for avoiding you- avoiding all of it, not telling you… especially when you are… like this- so nice, and understanding.” You scoffed harshly at yourself, making him chuckle.

“Don’t. It’s a pretty understandable way to react… I’m sorry honey…” He leaned in and kissed you softly. “Would it help if I pretend to be mad at you?” He joked lightly as you parted. You let out a weak but honest giggle and gave an exaggeratory nod. He laughed and tsked loudly. “I can’t believe it… how could someone so goddamn attractive, funny, kind, and lovable think that I’d be dumb enough to see any warrant to the words of fuckin dipshit kids? To think that I’m not already blindly and completely head over heels? I’m disappointed…” He mocked in a goofy tone.

“Shut up…” You laughed, wiping your face and pushing him playfully. 

“I love you dummy.” He chuckled and kissed you again. 

“I love you too, Corpsie.” 

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{Jealousy} Corpse Husband x Reader

summary: a new streamer that no one has ever played with joins the game and is the only one who doesn't know about you and corpse's secret relationship

pronouns: she/her

word count: 2903

trigger warnings: swearing, name calling (not at reader)

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“Babeeeee,” You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through twitter. A strong pair of hands grabbed your shoulders and rubbed them. “You know I love you right?”

You set your phone down and tilted your head back, it leaned against his chest as he loomed over you. He charmingly smiled at you. “Yeah, babe, you remind me all the time.”

“All I want in return for my love, is an hour or two of among us because we need one more for a full lobby,” Corpse leaned down and pecked your forehead. “I already set up your pc because I know how much you hate it.”

You sighed and crossed your arms, “And if I don't?”

He frowned, “I will be sad. Sad like a child who dropped their ice cream on the concrete.”

“We wouldn't want that now would we?” You asked and started to stand up.

Corpse happily perked up and met you as you walked into the hallway, “Thank you! If we can find another fill earlier than you can leave if you want.”

You stopped in the space between the two streaming rooms. The right one was Corpe’s and was way more high tech. He had padded walls for when he recorded his music and kept some gifts that fans had sent him. You were not a streamer, but you always played with him and his friends. You never did facecam so people could never see your room, but you liked to keep it to your aesthetic. It made you happy and you felt like you played better than if it was plain.

Corpse wrapped his left hand behind the back of your neck and pulled you into a deep kiss. You smiled against his lips and squeezed him into a hug. He pulled away, cutting the kiss short. “I appreciate you,” He said quietly.

You rubbed his shoulder before going into your room and shutting the door behind you. You sat down and smiled at the set up. Corpse left you a post-it note with a heart scribbled on it and a water bottle next to it. You took a quick sip and joined the vc.

“She was so cranky this morning, I was surprised she said-” Corpse stopped talking when he heard the notification that you joined the call.

“I was what this morning?”

“Oh shit!” Toast teased. “You fucked up.”

“You were angelic this morning,” He lied. “Just like every morning.”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah right. You can get cranky too y’know.”

“Do you guys want to do a test run with the proximity chat before we start playing?” Sykkuno asked. “Get the issues out of the way now?”

Everyone agreed and started the round. You realized right away that you couldn't hear anyone and that no one could hear you. You played around with the system settings, but only messed it up more. You unmuted in discord, “I cannot get this to work to save my life. I started hitting buttons and it only got worse I think.”

“Control R?” Corpse replied. You did as suggested and tested it out. Nothing again.

“I think I missed a step when joining,” You explained. “I don't know where to go.”

“Okay go to the dots in the top right corner…settings…and then…” You tried following Corpe’s online text support as much as you could, but you’ve never played Proximity before so you had no clue what you were doing. “Go help her out, Corpse,” Charlie sighed. “This is painful to listen to.”

“I'm sorry ‘mr. know it all’,” You joked. “Sorry that you can't deal with us giggling in confusion.”

“Give me a minute,” You heard Corpse take his headphones off and push his chair back.

A second later he knocked on your door and opened it. He hovered over your chair and put his arms around your shoulder. He placed his hand over your hand that was on the mouse and made you click the right settings to get it to work. He switched back to the game and leaned into your mic, which was still on you, “Testing, testing.”

You blushed as he sneaked a quick kiss on the corner of your mouth as he waited for a response. Everyone replied.

“It works!” You cheered. “Thank you baby!”

“Sorry to interrupt!” Rae injected in. “I’m going live after I end this sentence and I don't want anything to slip!”

A few more people mentioned that they were also going live, or would go live later. That was your favorite part about your friend group. You guys were so tightly knitted together that you and Corpse could trust them not to leak anything about your secret relationship. They were always super careful and they didn't even tease the idea of you two dating like others might have. You were living your perfect life.

Everything went smoothly until about an hour and half in. Faye had something suddenly come up and had to leave before she planned on it. “I’m sorry guys! I do have a fill, she just hasn't played with you guys yet!”

This was Rae’s lobby so she answered, “If you know them and everyone else is okay with it, I’m down!”

Everyone agreed, someone was better than no one. You guys waited for a little bit and talked about plans later in the day or upcoming week. The discord notif rang and everyone got quiet.

“Hello?” A higher pitch voice squeaked out, she sounded nervous. Everyone greeted her with energy, which seemed to calm her down. “I’m Isabel! It’s nice to meet you all!”

“Hey, she already got the proximity to work!” Ludwig commented. “You gotta teach y/n how to get it up so fast!”

“Who’s y/n?” Isabel asked.

You wiggled your character around, “That’s me! You probs don't know me, I just play, I don't stream.”

“Hi y/n!” She greeted. “That’s okay, it took me a while to get into streaming too. I was really nervous at first! Maybe you’ll find a love for it one day!”

“It’s just not my thing,” You answered. “I could never stick to a sche-” The game accidentally started, you were a crewmate.

“Sorry!” Rae apologized. “I didn't mean to start. Everyone good to go?”

Everyone said they were ready and you ran away from the group right away, getting your download done before the cooldown ended. You met up with Corpse in reactor shortly after.

“Who do you think it is?” You asked him.

He was doing simon says, “Honestly, I think it’s you.”

“What!” You laughed. “I haven't even done anything but my download and one set of wires!”

“I was just at wires and didn't see you there,” He replied.

“Hi guys!” Isabel walked in. “You guys kill anyone?”

“No,” Corpse was fast to reply.

“Woah!” Isabel yelled. “Sorry! I just haven't met you yet and I didn't think that was what you would sound like!”

You giggled and covered your mouth, “Did you really not greet Isabel when she joined?”

“Maybe I did in my head?” Corpse asked himself. “I honestly cannot remember.”

Poki walked into reactor and stayed away to avoid a potential double kill.

“Just like you can't remember me in wires with you!” You rebutted. “I promise you I was there! I can do the second set right now!”

“That’s a great idea, y/n,” Corpse replied. “I wanna watch you do them.”

“Are you single?” Isabel interrupted.

You choked on air and fell silent. Poki let out a small laugh and you turned your character towards her, then at Corpse, then at Isabel.

“Sorry that sounded bad!” Isabel was quick to take her statement back. “I was just thinking about how there is no way that someone with that hot of a voice in a lobby of beautiful, talented streamers isn't not single. I-I was just thinking there has to be someone who hit on you.”

“Hot?” You quickly questioned, regretting the second it came out of your mouth. You ran with it anyways, “Weird way of describing someone’s voice.”

“I mean…” She trailed off. “I didn't mean for it to come out that way. I mean his voice is nevertheless but, you know. Just thought out loud on accident.”

You were careful with what you were gonna say, you knew Poki was streaming, “Sus.”

Everyone laughed it off and continued to do what they were doing. A body was found in medbay, the complete opposite side of the map. You cleared Corpse for the kill because you knew he went to cameras after Isabel decided to get weird. Everyone skipped due to lack of evidence and it was only one kill.

Isabel ran in circles around Corpse after the meeting ended. You started to walk away when you heard her say, “Follow me around I wanna talk!”

You tried to push it out of your mind, but you were still curious. You did a few tasks along the way. You stopped outside the opposite wall of the library. They were both in admin and you could hear them talking.

“So Corpse… whatcha do for fun?” Isabel asked.

“I make music,” He plainly answered.

“On soundcloud?”

He huffed, “I have 100 million streams of my song on Spotify.”

“OMG!” She clapped. “I didn't know you were famous.”

“I'm not famous,” He snapped. “I'm just doing what I love.”

She cooed at his words. You rolled your eyes in disgust. For someone who seemed so chill in the beginning, she really turned the tables. You felt jealousy arise in you, but you were used to people simping over him. You pushed it back down and walked away, you couldn't suffer through this poor attempt to flirt any longer.

A body was found. Isabel reported it, screaming. “The lights went off and someone vented in and killed Corpse! I think it was Charlie! I saw blue!”

“But Isabel, you were the last person I saw with Corpse!” Charlie argued. “You guys were talking about his music!”

“You did kill him!” She gasped. “How dare you!”

“She’s marinating you guys! I saw her kill Corpse in front of me! I did wires in cafeteria and didn't see anyone so I went to go check the table, and she killed Corpse in front of me!”

“I don't think she killed him,” You interrupted. “She said his voice was hot so I think if she were an imposter, that she would kill him last.”

Everyone bursted out laughing, you could hear her blush a little and laughed at the thought of it.

“Why did you tell them!” She whined. “I thought we had a secret!”

You shrugged, “I am a crewmate and I know you are a crewmate so I wanna keep you alive. Charlie was fast to jump on the sus train, I say we vote him out.”

Charlie got voted out and after two more rounds, the crewmates voted off Ludwig, who was the last imposter.

“Good detective work y/n!” Corpse praised.

“I know, I’m the best!” You laughed jokingly. “That was really fun!”

“When’s the date?” Sykkuno innocently laughed.

Other’s laughed with him, including Corpse. The only one not to laugh was Isabel. Out of the kindness in your heart, you decided to get them to stop joking around and let it be- it was a slip up after all. It wasn't like you haven't done something similar before.

Next round started and you mingled around like normal. Again, you noticed that Isabel was glued to Corpse’s hip, whether he liked it or not. Tina joined you in decontamination.

“y/n, we need to talk.”

“What’s up!” You greeted. “Wait… you’re not gonna kill me right?”

“No…Is anyone interested in buying flowers?” She called out. Any sentence to do with flowers that was out of context was a secret phrase that you and the girls had, that the boys knew about. It was Corpse’s codename before you started dating, but now it’s used so that you can talk about him while other people are streaming. No one replied which meant that no one was streaming around you. “I think Isabel has a thing for Corpse.”

“You think?” You replied, rolling your eyes. “She just met him today, what the hell.”

“I know!” Tina agreed. “She doesn't really understand how he likes to keep his life private so she keeps asking things about his routine…”

“And…”

“Anddd it's like stuff that you would ask someone if you just moved in. Like ‘what time do you get up’ and ‘do you sleep on the left or right side of the bed’ and-”

“Hey guys,” Corpse ran by, scaring the shit out of you.

“Corpse!” You yelled. “We were in the middle of a conversation!”

“You and Tina?” He asked. “About what?”

“What do you think?” Tina replied.

“Oh…” Corpse sliced Tina in half in front of you.

You panicked and ran in nervous circles, “What the fuck!”

“She knew too much!” Corpse replied.

“Did you kill Isabel too for talking so fucking much too?”

“I would if I could!” He replied. “She fucking double killed in medbay and you know I hate double kills on the first kill and Tina is the only person who knew. We were together. She went off and killed someone else in cafe I think and-”

“And we’re on six then!” You added, reporting the body. “You are not getting away with this one Corpse!”

Everyone gasped, “Corpse?!”

“He killed Tina right in front of me!” You told them. “He said that she knew too much! I just won us the game. There were four kills and if I didn't report, then the imposters would have won the game!”

“Don’t let her get away with this, guys!” Corpse argued. “You know I wouldn't openly kill the 6th kill. She’s accidentally killed and this was her back up plan.”

“You liar!” You yelled.

“My boyfriend would never lie!”

“Oh shit!” Rae yelled, knowing the truth.

“You’re what now?” You aggressively asked Isabel, making sure that you used a strict tone.

“My boyfriend, Corpse!” She answered. “We just had our first date!”

“No, no, no, no, no!” Corpse interrupted. “Don't get ahead of yourself. I said we had a date to kill by.”

“Well,” She softened her voice, “Maybe after this we can go on an actual date? It’s not too far-”

“Oh fuck no!” You yelled. “Don't even start that shit!”

“Wait what?” Isabel tried to sound all innocent, “I'm just asking a genuine question… y’know? Making a move?”

“No, no, no, no,” You corrected. “You are not-”

“y/n,” Corpse warned.

You ignored him, “Going on a date. You’re never gonna meet him, ever.”

She laughed, “I think someone else has a crush! It’s okay if you do, I just made the first move so I get dibs!”

“The fuck?!” You yelled. “Don't treat him like some sort of object! That's fucking disgusting! Vote the bitch off!”

“Wait guys!” She urged. “I didn't even kill! Don't vote me!”

“You fucked with the hottest girl in the world, of course you’re getting voted off,” Corpse locked in the final vote, throwing Isabel off the ship.

The meeting ended, the only other vote not for her was her own against you, “I'm gonna beat a bitch up.”

Everyone stayed near the button and laughed.

“She was so oblivious!” Rae laughed. “Like how did she not make the connection. Chat figured it out right away!”

“Oh fuck!” You laughed. “I forgot you guys were streaming! Sorry Corpse!”

He was still laughing; he never stopped laughing because he found it hilarious when you got jealous and snapped, “I-It’s ohkay! I would've done the same!”

“Can you kick her Rae?” You asked.

“Already on it!”

Corpse finally calmed down and caught his breath, “I think that was me and y/n’s lg. We have some damage control to do on twitter.com.”

You laughed, “Yeah I think we do…bye guys!”

You logged off after everyone said their goodbyes and met Corpse on the couch. You were waiting for him with your laptop, already typing out the explanation in a long tweet. He flopped down next to you, slinging his arm around your shoulder, “You are so cute when you’re jealous.”

You grabbed his hand and swung it back his way, “I am not in the mood right now.”

“Not in the mood for snuggles?” He asked. “I don't think I’ve ever been denied snuggles before.”

“I’m pissed,” You told him. “She’s been blowing up my Instagram dm’s.”

“Saying what?”

“I’m so sorry! I had no clue! He told me he was single!” You mocked. “I'm not upset that she hit on you, I'm upset about the calling dibs part.”

“I was a little upset too,” Corpse assured you. “It was a weird feeling. I haven't been seriously hit on like that since you did.”

You rolled your eyes, “Don't remind me, that was so cringy!” “It was cute!” He corrected, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “It worked!”

You rolled your eyes, “People are going crazy.” “They’re going crazy the way you make me go crazy.”

“Corpse!” You laughed. “Stop flirting!”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you into his chest. “Now that I don't have to hide it, you better get used to it.”

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imagine not trusting corpse husband in among us

you nearly jumped when corpse’s baritone voice whispered out, “y/n.” you gasped instead, pressing a hand to your racing heart as his character came into view.

“corpse!” you exclaimed with a poorly hid smile. “you scared me!”

“oh, did i?” he questioned and you could tell he was smiling. you shook your head to yourself.

“what are you up to, evil guy?” you pressed, moving your character slighty toward his. “how many tasks you have left?”

“i finished them,” he answered, a little too quickly for your liking. he walked his character toward yours, but you evaded him with a suspecting hum.

you tsked, “i don’t trust you, corpse. you’re good at this game.”

corpse considered for a moment. “thank you?”

“that wasn’t a compliment,” you laughed, shaking your head again.

“whatever you say,” corpse mused. “here, come with me.” he walked his character toward the exit of the room, but you silently stayed put. “come on, it’ll be fun.” your eyes flickered suspiciously to your camera. “don’t you trust me, y/n? i just wanna spend time with you.”

you gave your camera a scared look. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were trying to seduce me right now.” corpse let out a chuckle after a moment. “no one says ‘come on, it’ll be fun’ in any kind of pure context, corpse! a lot of serial killers seduce their victims into a false sense of intimacy.. i don’t know.”

after another chuckle, corpse spoke, “i have other means of seduction, y/n. you can trust me.”

the words sent a shiver down your spine that you chose to neglect. “i just said two minutes ago that i didn’t!”

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You’re so beautiful

corpse husband x reader (gender neutral) roommates au summary: your roommate comes back really late, not feeling excellent and clearly very tired. It’s definitely time to help him somehow, even though it’s way after 3am. authors note: I'm not a native speaker, so sorry for any typos or grammar errors. And if you need to hear it - I love you! <3

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_ It was really late, the moon shining through the window, lighting up your cosy room. You were sitting in your chair, wrapped up in a blanket, writing some paper that you were supposed to finish two days ago. Of course, you were tired as hell, your eyes almost closing by themselves, but you knew you needed to finish that stupid thing as quickly as possible. It was probably around 3a.m, making it far behind your bedtime, and there you were, working. Suddenly, your attention was switched to the loud sound of something falling down outside your room. You knew Corpse was supposed to come home late, but fear got ahead of you. You grabbed a mug from your desk and decided to investigate. With the dish in your hand, you slowly got out of your room and sneaked towards the door of the flat. You instantly stopped in your tracks, seeing Corpse trying to pick up a box that usually stayed up on the shelves above the hangers. You quickly realized what was happening there as you stood next to your roommate with an empty mug in your pyjamas. - why are you not sleeping? - he asked, as he placed the box in its place. His voice was deep as usual but a bit raspier, hinting to you that he wasn’t really sleeping well - and why are you holding a mug? - a smooth chuckle escaped his lips as you put the mug silently on the table beside you both - I thought you were a burglar! - you said accusingly, pointing a finger at him. - and you thought that a mug is the best weapon? - he rose his eyebrow, sitting down and trying to slowly take off his black shoes. You shook your head, not wanting to answer that question, knowing how funny you must have looked. As he was sitting there you looked at him, his movements so slow, blinking slowly. He was tired and you knew it. You took a big breath and looked at him as he stood up and stood in front of you. - do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep? - you asked without hesitation, looking him in the eyes, trying to look intimidating. He closed his eyes for a second and sighed. - alright - his voice was low, he started moving towards his room with you by his side. Slowly he opened up the door and got on his bed, you followed standing in front of him. You were close, as close as friends can be. After all, you were living together you needed somehow to get along in one way or another, and fortunately, you did. You understood him, you saw in him the wonderful human he was, caring about helping people the most of all things, creating content for his fans, making sure his work is always perfect, doing it all for the viewers while being sick, tired and not even being able to fall asleep. - Change into your pj’s Corpse - you said as the man in front of you layed on the bed looking at the sailing, with his eyelids opening and closing slowly. - It’s fine, I'm just gonna sleep in this - he replied, ignoring that you were very right - come on, don’t be a lazy bitch and come here - you laughed quietly at your own words, waiting for your friend to wiggle himself to the side of the bed and change. A smile appeared on your face when he grunted quietly and took another loud breath. After a while, you layed down next to him, just looking at his face, covered by a mask. You knew that he didn’t like being without it, but you couldn’t get over the fact of how much comfortable he would be sleeping without it. You sighted thinking to yourself that you will get to it later, but doing that you got Corpse’s attention. He moved his head to look at you and hummed in question. - it’s nothing, just let me get all of this metal off of you, hmm - you said softly, seating up straight and grabbing his hand. He looked at you, probably questioning what exactly you were doing. You smiled to yourself as you started taking big rings off of his fingers and putting them on the nightstand right beside him. When you finished, you quickly went in and softly grabbed his other hand, pulling it towards you to do the exact same. Corpse didn’t seem to pay much attention to it, simply looking at you as you did it. Quickly, you finished, looking up to meet his eyes locked on you. You blinked a couple of times, not really getting why he was staring. Getting a bit blushy you looked down, seeing the necklaces adorning his neck. Without a thought, your hands simply went up, brushing against his skin gently, fingers crawling behind his hair to find a clasp. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him to check if he was still looking at you, really didn’t even need to, since you could feel his eyes on your face. Your fingers run through the metal shearing for the clasp without any result, so you readjusted a bit and got closer to his neck, immediately blushing a bit, understanding how close you two were right now. When you finally found it in both of the necklaces, you got them next to the rings and got yourself to lay down next to him again. Looking up at him, you smiled again, focusing on the mask. -  Can I please take this off of you? - you asked, looking significantly at the black cloth covering half of his face. Another soft hum escaped his lips, suggesting to you that you can in fact take that piece of material and throw it next to the jewellery. You took a big breath, closing your eyes for a second. Because of all of that, you totally forgot how tired you were. A big yawn covered by your hand showed up on your face as you realized that. - And I am the one needing sleep, huh? - he laughed quietly at you, looking at you through the locks of his hair. You rushed to fix that, brushing your fingers through the hair that covered his face and getting it to fall on the other side. Just then, getting back to the mask. - Shut up - You said under your nose, focusing on the task you were given (by yourself). Once again your fingers slowly brushed against the skin of his neck as they went up finding the piece of the mask behind his ear and getting it off uncovering the rest of his face. Even after leaving with him for such a long period of time, it was still so amazing for you to see him without that black thing covering half of his face at all times. Your eyes were going from one feature to the other, not even thinking about how stupid you could be looking right now. You were admiring every piece of that stupid face of him. Finally, you looked in his eyes, which were focused on you through all of that. - You’re so beautiful, Corpse - you whispered, smiling softly. - now come on, it’s time for you to try and sleep. - Quickly you wiggled up to lay down comfortably, opening your arms, welcoming Corpse into a warm hug. He chuckled melodically and layed down on your chest, being swiftly embraced by your arms wrapping around him. You couldn’t stop smiling as your fingers brushed again and again through the locks of his black hair. - goodnight Corpse.

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Streamer!y/n Social Media

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sumary: y/n social medias.

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YOUTUBE -- Currentrly has 722k of suscribers, normally have 250k views per video and 130k of likes.

posts regularly, there are videos every week.

video schedule:

-There are usually saved twitch game streams posted on youtube every day.

-twice a week there are cuts of lives reacting to things fans send on discord.

-once a week there are videos cut from lives where they talk to the chat and answer questions.

-sometimes there are vlogs.

TWITCH-- There are currently 700k followers on twich.

twitch content is basically the same as youtube, game live, reacting, and chatting and answering questions.

IG--2.6 million followers, an average of 90 thousand likes per photo, and 21 thousand comments

-follow streamers and youtubers friends.

-post when theyfeel like it, so the amount of photos varies a lot.

-post pictures with baddie energy but also post dumb things.

TIKTOK--5.9 million followers, videos have 4 to 12 million views, 3 million likes usually per video

-tiktok is where they have more followers and where they post more often since it's easier because the videos are short.

-post thirst traps, sometimes dumb and funny videos

TWITTER--115 thousand followers

-just post meaningless things, make twitter their diary.

-but their followers like that.