#corpse oneshot

[cloudybarnes]

Hidden | C.H

Pairing: corpse husband x reader

Request:  Hi! I saw that requests were open for corpse, so I wanted to ask if you’d be willing to do one where the reader is also a faceless youtuber but she’s been getting some hate recently because people picked up on the flirty dynamic between her and corpse (they’re together, people just don’t know) and fangirls are jealous, so they send her hate. I really love those protective corpse fics and I’d love to see your take on this! No pressure if you don’t wanna write this! Love your work btw :) 

Word Count: 1.1k

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A/N: thank you for the request! I hope you like it, even if it isn’t a lot of protective Corpse haha

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"I like your ears, Corpse." You giggle, as you wiggle your Among Us avatar around his.

He chuckles, "Thanks, Y/n. You should match with me."

You run over to the little laptop and change your hat to the ears. "Hell yeah! This is what I'm talking about." You giggle.

"We look so cute matching like this." Corpse responds.

You giggle, "You look cute, Corpse."

"Oh," he chuckles, "thanks."

You mute yourself in the game, a little caught off guard because you didn't mean to call Corpse cute out loud. Both being faceless youtubers, Corpse and you kind of connected right off the bat. It was a little inside joke between the two of you that faceless youtubers had to stick together, so you did.

What the two of you didn't realize, was that you would fall for each other. Constant texts and hours of phone calls turned into confessions and showing each other what you looked like.

A relationship was built; a secret one at that. You wanted to keep your private life, well, private. You two tried to be lowkey about it, but it was kind of difficult for you considering how hard you were falling for him.

"Y/n, quit flirting with Corpse, he's with Sykkuno." Ludwig laughed.

You giggle, and take a look over at your chat. A lot of the comments were talking about being nicer to you, which was confusing. You kept watching for a little longer and you soon saw some mean messages.

They were angry that you were flirting with Corpse. You didn't even think what you said was that bad, but apparently this was a regular thing for you. People seem to have picked up on your flirty behavior with Corpse, and they didn't like it.

Making sure you were muted in discord, you decided to talk to your chat. "Guys, I think I'm going to have to put chat on emote-only mode. I'm just going to say that I don't think Corpse or anyone is uncomfortable by how I talk to him, and it's all harmless so please don't be so mean in the chat."

A few minutes later, you get a message from Corpse.

Chat just told me about what yours was saying. I told them I don't mind when you're flirty with me and tried defending you. I'm coming over when we're done streaming, you need a pick me up cause you aren't sounding too happy.

You sighed, and responded back with a simple thank you my love.

Eventually, you did turn your chat back to followers only, and it wasn't too bad. A lot of them were sticking up for you and telling you how much Corpse was sticking up for you. This peaked your interest. At the next lobby break, you decided to check out a clip of him addressing that on his stream.

"Guys, don't-don't flame Y/n. She's done nothing wrong ever. I don't get uncomfortable with the flirty, I think it's actually fun to be playful and flirty back and forth. We love Y/n over here, don't be mean to my friends please."

You turned your attention back to your friends. "I think this is going to have to be my LG, guys." You explained to them.

"Aw," Rae pouted, "Okay, we'll make it a good one. We can find one fill for you."

"Uh, this will also be my last game." Corpse quietly chimed in.

"That's fine," Toast replied, "as long as no one else leaves we can find two fills."

Your last round was surprisingly really short. You were second to die, and the first meeting was called after four were already dead. No one had any information, so they just randomly voted Toast off cause he's smart.

Turns out, it was a scary combination or your boyfriend and Rae who got everyone in one round.

"Alright everyone, thanks for the games!" You smiled, "I had a lot of fun, thanks for playing!"

A chorus of goodbyes followed your leave. You left the discord and the lobby, and just sat for a second.

"Bye everyone. I'll be streaming again tomorrow night playing with the same group, so if you want to tune in again, I will see you there!"

You ended your stream quickly and took a deep breath. Corpse just messaged you he was getting ready to leave him house, so you decided to get up and clean a little before his arrival.

You make your bed, clean up the kitchen, and tidy up the living room. Just as you finish, a knocking on your door starts.

You lightly smile as you paddle over to open the door for him. He smiles at you and pulls you into a hug as soon as he sees you.

"You alright, sweet girl?" He mumbles as he pushes the two of you further into the house, and closes the door behind him.

You shrug, "yeah, I'll be okay. Just some people are really, uh, protective over you I guess."

He shakes his head, and grabs your hands to place a kiss to the back of each one. "They don't need to be protective over me, especially not when it's my girlfriend flirting with me. They have no right to say I don't like it or I don't like you."

You nod, and run your fingers along the side of his face, knowing it eases him. "I know that. I'm trying not to let if effect me because I don't know those people. It shouldn't matter what they think of me or us because they don't truly know us."

He brings his hand up to where mine is on his cheek, and holds them there together. "You're right, baby. What they think doesn't matter, so I was thinking maybe we should tell people we're together."

You look up at him, a little confused. "You really want to?"

He smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead. "I do. I want people to know I'm taken, and that it's you I'm taken by."

Your heart soars at this, and you let out a little giggle. "Yeah, I like that."

Corpse grins and pulls you into a kiss. Your hand still being held on his face, while his hand moves to cup your face.

He pulls back, and drags you to the couch. You sit down with him, and watch as he pulls his phone from his pocket.

"What are you thinking of posting?" You ask, curious.

Corpse grabs your hand in his, interlocking your fingers. You lightly scratch your purple acrylics across his hand the way he likes.

Your rings match his, and shine as he takes a picture of your interlocked hands.

On Instagram, he posts the picture of them and tags you with the caption "my favorite girl".

[lizzywrites]

stuck with you → Corpse Husband

summary → keeping corpse company while he streams while also helping him with his streaming anxiety

note: this is my first writing where tried to change the POV

TW: one language word

I sighed as I plopped down on the couch in Corpse's office. I gave him a reassuring smile when he looked at me with concerned eyes right before he started streaming. "you'll do great." I said with confidence in my tone. Truth be told, I knew he was losing his shit right now.

Once he started streaming, I could immediately see the anxiety set in him. I leaned half off the couch to put my hand on his leg. He jolted at my touch. He gave me his hand, and we intertwined our fingers. We sat like this for a bit while he talked to chat before the game started. Once he started playing the game, he requested that his hand back.

While he streamed, I laid down on his couch and scrolled through Twitter for a bit. Now and then, I would check on Corpse to see how the game was doing, eventually drifting off to sleep.

I woke up a couple of hours later to someone poking my shoulder. I looked over and saw Corpse staring at me. I looked up at him, confused, then he replied, "I was just checking."

"I'm ending stream soon." He added before turning back to his stream. I let out a slight huff before going back to sleep.

I woke up a bit later being carried upstairs to bed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Corpse said. I nuzzled my head into his neck in response. He gave me a quick kiss on my forehead. "I guess I got stuck with you, huh?" He said quietly. I let out a slight laugh before he put me down again.

[and-claudia]

Private Show (Corpse x reader)

I know the title seems like this maybe could be a a slightly NSFW imagine, but I promise it’s not, I respect Corpse and would never write something that I know he has said he’s not comfortable with.

Anyways I hope you enjoy!!

Corpse’s PoV

Yn has been stressed this whole week her big recital for her studio was this week. This was the first year that’s she had the lead rolls in the dance numbers and she had been put under a lot of pressure the past few weeks.

I really wanted to go see her perform, but it was being held at a massive theater and it had sold out every seat filled. There’s be so many people there. It was times like this that I really hated my social anxiety. I couldn’t be there for her on what would probably be her biggest night in her dance career.

She said it wasn’t that big of a deal, she could give her free ticket to one of her good friends at the studio. She’s get a recording of the performance and would just show me it all afterwards. But I knew it wouldn’t be the same.

I watched as she packed her bag getting ready to leave. I was going to drive her and drop her off. Since it would be a full house, it’d be easier to be dropped off than to find a parking spot.

“You ready bub? We should probably get going, people are bound to show up early.” She said swinging the bag over her shoulder.

I only nodded.

The drive didn’t take long, and once we were at the venue I noticed there were no cars. Not even ones that belong to people from the studio.

“Yn, where is everyone?” I asked confused as I parked the car.

“They’re not here.” She said simply.

“Why not?”

“Because the show is next week. Now come on, help me carry my stuff in.” She said smiling as she unbuckled and got out of the car.

I got out as well.

“What do you mean the show is next week?”

“I mean that the show isn’t until next week. I know you wanted to come see me perform in person, so I got permission to come by a week early and perform for you.” She said smiling.

“Babe...” was all I could say as I stared at her in awe from across the roof of the car.

“Thank you...” I finally said.

“You’re welcome bub.” She smiled, “Now let’s get going, curtain rises in 30 minutes and I still need to go stretch.” She said grabbing bag.

I opened my side and grabbed her other bag then followed her in.

Once she was set up in her dressing room I sat with her as she got ready and stretched then she ushered me out and into the auditorium to sit.

“Welcome, I would say everyone, but this is a private show. I must ask that you use your imagination for some parts seeing as it’s pretty difficult to do a lift with no one here to pick you up.”

I laughed at her comment.

“Now without further ado, let the show begin.”

The curtain raised and there she was all alone on stage. I had seen her dance before, but it was different when she was truly performing. Especially in her pointe shoes. It amazed me to watch her turn on the very tip of her toes. She never seemed to loose her balance and it was as if she’d continue turning forever.

I was so caught up in her dancing that it caught me off guard when her voice rang though the open space around me.

“Imagine my partner is lifting me right now.” She hollered with a laugh.

The song ended and I clapped for her.

“You know you don’t have to clap, it’s just us.” She laughed as she stood up.

“I need show my appreciation some how.” I laughed back.

“Well I appreciate it then. Now you sit tight while I go change for the next dance.” She said running off stage once again.

She continued to perform all the dances she was a part of, and she looked beautiful in ever single one of them. Then it was time for her final piece. Since she was the featured dancer this year, she got a solo at the end of the program. This was. The only dance I hadn’t seen her rehearse before.

I was surprised when I heard my own voice coming through the speakers. It was my demo of Agoraphobic. It was just the lyrics with me humming the instrumental part. No one else had access to this but me and her.

The audio stopped abruptly. And her voice came over the speakers once again.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t the one I’m using next week for the actual show. This is just for your private show... I hope you like it.” I could tell she was nervous.

I watched as she walked out to the center of the stage and waited for the audio to start again. Her performance was beautiful. I didn’t even realize I had tears in my eyes until it was over and she was walking towards the edge of the stage.

“Come here bub.” She waved me over.

As if I was in a trace I got up and walked over to her.

“Did you like it?”

“I fucking loved it. You’re so beautiful, so talented. I can’t believe you used my demo... it was perfect.” I said, grabbing her waist and gently lifting her off the stage and down onto the ground with me so I could hug her.

“I’m glad. I’m using a different spoken piece for the show, but I wanted to use this one for your show.”

“Thank you.” I leaned down slightly and kissed her. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

We stayed in each other’s arms for a little while longer before she went backstage once again to change back into normal clothes. As we walked back out to the car I couldn’t keep the smile from my face.

“You’re going to do amazing next week.” I said wrapping my arm over her shoulders.

“Thank you, bub, that really means a lot.” She said turning her head to kiss my cheek.

I was immensely proud of her. My girlfriend was such a talented dancer, and such a caring person. She had gone way out of her way to be able to make it to where I could watch her perform. I didn’t deserve her, and I knew I was the luckiest man in the world to call her mine.

[corpsette]

do u think you can do a sykkuno or corpse where their bestfriend is a lesbian but nobody knows that yet but people start shipping them and other streamers start cracking jokes including whoever u write for about it and it’s never really bothered reader before cause no one knows theyre a lesbian but she’s afraid of corpse/sykkuno catching actual feelings and she doesn’t want their friendship to be ruined so she panic comes out on stream or twitter (sorry this is a lot and little indulgent)

OMG THIS IS ALL TOO RELATABLE LMAO YES THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING BB 💞 (I chose corpse)

𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑩𝑰𝑨𝑵

pairing → corpse x lesbian! reader

a/n → okay, before you say it, this is PLATONIC! I'm not sexualizing lesbians 💝

words → 337

inspo → I got inspired by @delicrieux and her series called "make you say oh" SO PLEASE CHECK HER OUT!!

you sighed in annoyance as yet another donation was read aloud by the text to speech lady. "are you and corpse dating?"

"guys, believe me, me and corpse are not dating. AND WE NEVER WILL." you were starting to get very annoyed with all the questions about whether you and corpse were dating or not.

you knew that you would never date, after all, you had a preference in the gender of people you like. but no one knew that... well, other than your girlfriend.

after responding to a few more donations, you decided enough was enough and logged off of twitch for the night. but, of course, your best friend corpse saw the clip of you losing your shit and wanted to check up on you.

you sighed as angry tears flooded you vision. how were you going to respond to that?! you couldn't just tell him you weren't okay, that would be too awkward...

but just when you were about to respond to corpse's tweet you got a dm from him. sadly, he noticed the fact you'd liked his tweet and didn't reply.

that was it. that was your queue. you picked up your phone in your shaky hands, too nervous to hold it steady, and typed out your death sentance.

you were hesitant, this could ruin your whole career depending on how your fans reacted, but you didnt care anymore. you didnt want to lead people on anymore.

pfp credit goes to @delicrieux for inspiring me to use it and @twig1et for finding it for me!

in a matter of hours your tweet already had 42k likes, and it would only go up from there. you earned endless support from your viewers and friends, and even more support from corpse.

he never stopped apologizing for even letting that happen to you. and, from that day on, no one shipped you with corpse again.

you could officially be besties in peace.

[voidaus]

Slow Dancing In The Dark

Part 4 of the Grocery Shop series

Genre: Fluff?

Warnings: Swearing

Requested? Kind of

Word count: 1347

Here goes nothing.

You walk up to the apartments and look for his address. It's not that hard to find, seeing as the place isn't that big. Although you were kinda hoping it would take you a little longer, so you can calm your nerves, you're glad because you finally get to see him again. Standing in front of the door, you adjust your shirt. It is pretty warm out, which isn't weird, considering where you are, but that spikes your heart rate even more.

A soft knocking rings through Corpse's ears. He probably wouldn't have heard it if he wouldn't be waiting for it. He wipes his palms on his trousers before opening the door. For the first time in a month, he sees you again, and a blush creeps onto his face. 

You're wearing a casual white T-shirt and some shorts, all very simple, but it fits you amazingly in his eyes.

You two look at each other for a few seconds, a smile on your face. Corpse then takes the initiative and wraps you in a hug. You hold each other tightly. With your head on his chest, you can hear his heartbeat fast. "Hi." One of you spoke up after a while. You are both too tired to realize who said it.

You finally let go and look him in the eyes. Well, the one eye that wasn't covered by his mask. The hazel-brown color gives off a happy vibe as it twinkles. "It's good to see you again." That deep voice you have grown used to speaks up. You smile, "Yeah. I've missed you." Both of you are so sleep-deprived at the moment and no one seems to bother filtering their words. 

Corpse opens the door a little wider, allowing you to walk inside. You give him a quick smile and take off your shoes. "You want something to drink?" he asks. "Sure! Just water please."

Corpse had already walked ahead, to what you assume is the kitchen. The clinking of glass sounds as you wander in his direction. The dark-haired man turns around and gives you your glass. 

It's a little awkward at first, considering this is the second time you guys meet, but shortly after you get a little looser and more comfortable with each other. You are now lying on his couch with hot chocolate in your hands. Corpse is sitting in front of you with his guitar in his hands. After you found out he owns one, you had practically begged him to play something. 

So here you are now, wrapped in a blanket, a hot drink, and Corpse playing some songs. He had already played stuff like All of me, and A-team, to which you happily sang along. You are in the middle of listening to him play Say you won't let go when the music suddenly stops. Immediately zoning back in you look at him, confused. "Hold on, let me just-" He cuts himself off as he grabs his phone from the table. 

"Whatcha doing, bub?" You ask, still a bit sad he's not playing anymore. His style was amazing to listen to, you loved it. He puts his phone back down and just looks you straight in the eyes again, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Corpseeee?" You ask, stretching out the e. "Yeeeeesss?" He asks pulling the same trick on you. "What did you do?"

"I Uhmm... I ordered fries and chicken nuggets from MacDonalds..." He answers, sounding like a child that did something wrong. "Are you kidding me?" He's about to apologize to you when you beat him to talking "I fucking love you, dude!" 

Relief washes over him. He sighs and slumps back into his chair, but not before hitting your arm "I thought you were mad at me! Don't ever look at me that way again!" You start laughing and soon enough Corpse joins in. 

"Did I ever tell you, I love your laugh?" You ask him, now serious again. "I'm pretty sure you did. Like a million times."

"well, I do. It's so nice to listen to!" You rest your head on your hand and look at him in amazement. "It's like, you have your voice, and it sounds all deep and cool and intimidating, and then your laugh is so adorable and cute!" Not noticing that you're rambling, you keep talking about him for a while. Corpse just sits there and listens to your voice. He almost falls asleep, seeing as it's almost 5 AM when the doorbell rings. "CHICKEN NUGGETS!!" you suddenly scream, scaring him awake. "Dear God, Y/N WHY?" You laugh it off as he goes to the door.

**Small time skip brought to you by The Gongoozler (You wouldn't get it)**

“Listen, we have to move on. The past is in the past Y/N. What we have now is everything!” Corpse said, trying to keep a serious face.

 “Apologise for eating my chicken nuggets you little shit!” You dryly said. This only made him burst into laughter for the hundredth time this night.

“Oh, god, you’ve insulted me! Whatever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scarred for years!" He said in a horrible ancient accent, which only became worse due to his laughter. A small smile crept onto your face. That quickly turned into you two both laughing your asses off for at least 10 minutes. "Co- Corpse, I can't bre- breath" You attempted to tell him in between wheezing.

After a while, your laughter died down again. Now you were lying on the couch, your head in his lap. He's tracing figures on your arm. It's already 7 in the morning and both of you had quite the night. It tired you out extremely making you fall asleep a few times before quickly waking up again.

"Y/N?" Corpse spoke up in a gentle manner. "Yeah, bubs?" You shift your head so that you're looking up to him.  "Could I- No wait, nevermind, it's dumb."

You sit up and hug his torso. "Hey! Don't say that. I bet it's not, and even if it is, I won't laugh bubba." You pout. "Do you promise not to laugh?" he was greeted with a finger in his face. "Pinky promise!" He stuck out his pinky and wraps it around yours. 'It's amazing how much bigger his hand is!' You think to yourself.

Corpse shifts a bit and you sit back on the couch again. He looks like he's fighting with himself before his eye meets yours. You give him a reassuring smile and Corpse nods. He then reaches for his face. You're confused until you realize he's reaching for his mask. And you were right. Corpse slowly pulls it off and immediately looks down at his lap. You stare at him in awe before gently grabbing his chin and bringing it up with your hand. You could now see both of his eyes. The hazel color springing out by his simple eyeliner. His black hair looks even curlier now. "Corpse..."

His head drops again. "No, no no! That's not what I meant!" you quickly add. Suddenly he feels two warm hands on the sides of his face. His eyes meet yours again and then drop to your warm smile. "Corpse, you are so gorgeous! You are so handsome and incredibly beautiful, and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise!"

A bright smile appears on his face. He wraps you in a hug again, tacking you on the couch. "I love you, Y/N." He whispers in your ear. "I love you too, Corpse."

He gets up after a while and holds out his hand. "Would you care to dance?" you take his hand and stand up too. "Gladly. "

He clicks something on his phone and your favorite song starts playing. You smile and grab his shoulder. You waltz away while Joji plays in the background.

The sun is almost fully up, and birds are chirping outside. And here you are, dancing in his arms. Safe and secure. This is all you could ever ask for.\

The End

Hey guys! I'm so sorry it took me so long! (And that it's such a bad chapter omg) It's just been shit here, my grandpa is sick, my country went into a lockdown again and my mental health is just dead.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter though! If you found any mistakes, please point them out. Also, I love to read your comments/opinions on the story, so keep commenting!  Take care, lovelies :)

For a sequel, send me an ask! I will write one if I have a few of them!

If you liked this, the taglist is open and so are my requests

@persephone-sideblog @reinyrei @cherry-piee @alienvarmint @divine-artemis @milanienne @struggling-with-time @insanedeathwish @134340cm @airwaveee @weirdopoptart @impossiblepersonazipperlawyer @khearts14

[maskedmochii]

Corpse: Never Saw You

Corpse x Fem!Reader

An idea popped into my head so I decided to write it. I'm not gonna just make up a random face and put it on him cause I find it so very disrespectful to give him a random face that looks the way you want it to. If Corpse ever says anything being uncomfortable with having fanfics about him, this will be removed. ENJOY!  I DO NOT KNOW MUCH ABOUT CORPSE SO IF I GET SOMETHING WRONG LET ME KNOW!!!!!

******

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*  At exactly 7AM the sound of my alarm rang through my room. I moved my hand my hand to find the noisy clock. Finally turning it off, I groaned as I sat up and slowly opened my eyes. Maybe staying up until 5 in the morning when I have to be at work by 8 was not a great idea. Oh well, too late now. I quickly got ready for day the ahead and sat down to eat my breakfast.

"Yo, did you leave some for me?" Wyatt, my roommate and best friend of 12 years asked jokingly. I must've fallen asleep cause I felt Wyatt hit me on the head with a spoon. "Y/N, you good?"

"Yeah, I was just up late." I replied, pulling my phone out. 7:37 it read.

"I'm gonna start taking your books and notebooks at night." Wyatt said, grabbing his food.

"Yeah, yeah whatever." I said. I put on a video and ate.

"You watching Corpse again?" he asked teasingly.

"No," I answered. "it's Sykkuno so hush." Wyatt laughed to himself, sat down and moved my phone over so he could watch too

*Le time shkip*

I checked the time on my phone 7:53.

"Shit! Wyatt I got go!" I jumped out of my seat, grabbed my keys and bolted out. I turned on my car and sped off to work. Once I got there I ran inside, put on my name tag, I did more things that you wouldn't care to hear. I made my way to the electronics section and walked around to see if anybody needed help. I came across a tall man with curly hair so dark it looked black. He was dressed in black from head to toe.

"Hello sir, do you need any help? I asked.

"No, I'm good thank you." he responded, his voice deep and raspy. It sounded so familiar. I accidentally let out a gasp of surprise when it hit me. Holy shit, he's here! What's he doing at Target, let alone the one I work at. He looked at me, confused.

"I uh, um, well you-if y-you need anything don't be a-afraid t-to ask." I stuttered. I felt the heat rushing to my cheeks.

"Are you okay?" he asked, a small laugh escaping his mouth. God, that's adorable

"Y-yeah, I'm just...your v-voice kinda surprised m-me." I replied. Please stop stuttering already!

"Oh, uh sorry 'bout that." he said.

"Don't worry about it," I said. "it's cool."

"On second thought, I'm trying to get a new camera for my sister. Do you have a preference on what I should get?" he asked, looking into my E/C eyes.

*le time shkip because I'm lazy*

"Thanks for the help." he said.

"No problem Corpse!" I said cheerfully, well I was cheerful until I realized what I said. "I mean um, oh God uh." He just stared at me, a hint of fear in his eyes.

"You know?" it was more of a statement then a question.

"I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't want to say anything to s-scare you away." I said, looking everywhere but at him. "I promise I won't tell anybody, I'll pretend I never saw you." we stood there awkwardly for a few minutes when he let out a small breath.

"Please don't tell anybody. I'm not just saying this for me. I don't want people attacking a pretty girl like you to get information about me." he said. He's trying to help the both of us, God he's nice wtf! Wait, did he call me pretty? Awww I nodded my head, finally looking at him and smiling. He returned it and I could feel my cheeks warming up. He laughed a bit, enjoying the affect he had on me. I was burning now. Why's he doing this to me?!?!?!

"I guess I have to go now." he said, his smile slightly falling.

"Oh, uh well, have a good day." I said, starting to turn away.

"Wait," he started. I looked back at him confused. "could I maybe get your number?" I felt my cheeks get warm again HOLY SHIT, CORPSE WANT'S MY NUMBER!!!!

"Uh, yeah. Sure." He pulled out his phone and handed it to me. I hesitantly put my number in and gave it back. I gave him another smile before going back to work. OMFG I JUST MET CORPSE HUSBAND!!! HE ASKED FOR MY FREAKING NUMBER! AHHHHHHHH!!! I finished the day with a spring in my step, definitely the best day ever.

******

"Bitch, I'm home!" I shouted, entering the apartment and closing the door.

"Hey!" Wyatt greeted, giving me a side hug. "How was it?"

"Great, very very great." I said cheerfully.

"Really, what happened?" he asked.

"I got a customer that was really frickin' nice and they just made my day." I answered.

"That's cool. Wanna play Mario Kart?"

"Grab me a White Claw and five minutes, let me go change." I told him. I sprinted up the stairs and into my room. I shrugged off my work clothes and threw on some sweats and a tank top then made my way downstairs again. Wyatt handed me a controller.

"I'm gonna kick your ass." he joked, selecting his character.

"You say that everytime yet I always win." I said, choosing mine.

******

I grabbed my phone and scrolled through Instagram for a bit. When I was about to put it down, it buzzed. Looking at the text I started to blush.

Unknown Number:

Unknown Number: Waddup Baby ;)

[corpseglider]

pairing .. corpse x youtuber!reader (fem)

summary .. jealous corpse in regards to his partner

“I can’t believe Dave really thought he’d get away with that!” You shouted into your mic, nearly knocking it over amongst all of you and Corpse’s laughter.

The two of you had been playing with the group for about two hours now, teaming up every once in a while and sussing each other out on the rare occasion where mistrust was evident.

Your viewers were digging up the content that they liked to trend as “corpse x y/n”, constantly tagging and complimenting your dynamic and overall relationship.

The fanbase that you and Corpse had was nothing but supportive. You were both so grateful for the love you’d been shown when you, each a successful youtube gamer in your own ways, revealed that you’d been dating.

Sure, there were a few negative remarks made by bitter anons who preferred to hide behind a screen rather than put a name to their words—but you and your boyfriend chose to find humor in their misery. 

Particularly in this particular anon, who’d chosen to comment something absolutely ridiculous during your current Among Us stream that was taking a five minute break.

“How could Corpse possibly bag someone like Y/N?” You read out loud, Corpse craned his neck to see your screen, sitting closely beside you at the desk. “I could one hundred percent take care of her in all of the ways he never could.”

You started to giggle at the thought of a complete stranger comforting you rather than Corpse—Corpse who was perfect for you in every possible way.

While you found the comment hilarious and moved on without question, the anon’s thoughts seemed to linger in Corpse’s mind. He went quiet for a little bit, silently nodding to everything you said.

Knowing the ways in which your boyfriend responds in certain situations, you knew that something was up. Corpse was never this unresponsive with you, especially when the fans were watching.

“What’s up, love?” You asked, muting your mic so the viewers would be in bliss unawareness of the serious conversation you were about to have.

Corpse sighed, running his hand through his hair before hugging your waist. “Do you think I might not be good enough for you?” He asked, little lingers of jealousy on his mind from the anon’s claim.

“Actually forget that,” he shook his head, kissing your cheek roughly and rubbing your shoulders. “I know I’m good enough for you. Who does that guy think he is, flirting with my girl?”

You rolled your eyes, patting the top of his head once while pushing him away. “You tell me, Mr. Ego. I didn’t know jealousy made you cocky.”

Corpse pouted, opening his arms to tell you that he wanted you close again. “I wouldn’t be jealous if you’d just let me hold you.”

With that you caved, standing up and stepping into his warm arms once again, right where you belonged.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

[corpseglider]

mirror by @yamihere004​

synopsis: you and corpse, together through thick and thin (submitted post)

pairing: corpse husband x s/o!reader (gn)

tw: broken objects (mirrors, glasses), slight mentions of blood

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“U-um guys I want to take a break I will join back when I am done,” Corpse said while muting himself on discord and stream, took off his headphones and sighed loudly.

You looked up from your laptop in concern. “Corpse?” you asked softly, “Is everything alright?”

“No shit,” he muttered, “I am going to the bathroom.”

Concerned about your boyfriend, you headed to his setup and read through the stream chat.

Again and again, most were asking Corpse about when he will be doing a face reveal, and asking about his past, same questions.

You sighed in disbelief. They never understood him. Showing anything about him was out of his comfort zone. It took him 2 hours to post his first ‘hand pic’. Him blowing up online and getting popular on the Internet had been bothering him for a least a month already and you were worried about his health since the start.

I should probably go check on him, you thought as you walked out of the room, heading to the bathroom quietly.

But then you heard sniffles. A yell. Then a crash of glass. A scream.

“NO! No, no, no… I can’t, I can’t-” 

You rushed into the bathroom, opening the door with a bang. 

Corpse just curled up and sat on the floor, face in his bleeding hands, shards of mirror fell around him, reflecting light everywhere. His eyepatch flung across the room.

He broke the bathroom mirror.

You kneel down next to him, pushing the shards away from you two carefully. Slowly, he raised his head to look at you, tears welling up in his eyes.

You pulled him into your embrace, slowly running your hand through his curly hair. Your small frame held his large frame close to your chest.

“Don’t hold it back, Corpse,” you comforted him quietly, “let it out. I am here now, you’re safe.”

Started with the tiny whimpers against you, he started shaking vigorously, and the sobs came. He screamed and cried, and boy did he cry. Your heart broke seeing him so vulnerable. You would kill anyone who dared harm him in any way. You held him close, letting him cry it all out, mumbling sweet nothings to him.

After quite a while he finally calmed down, he mumbled something against your chest. “Hmm?” you asked softly. “I am not a person that people should look up to,” he mumbled, pulling away. Looking at his bleeding fingers, he whispered, “I am a mess…”

You stood up to grab the first aid kit and guided Corpse to sit on the toilet counter, pushing the glass shards away from him.

“People have been asking about you face again right,” you said, cleaning cuts on his knuckles.

“I do not like my face. At all. I am nothing close to pretty or sexy. I’m just-” he looked back to you, unsure about what to say.

“You.” you completed the sentence for him. After all, you had been hearing this statement for over twenty times at night talking to him.

He let out a quiet hiss as the alcohol glazed through one of the deeper cuts and you let out a short apology.

“Isn’t it great though?” you asked. “You are being you. You cannot be replaced by anyone else boo.”

“It hurts to see my face like this, with dark circles around my eyes and shit. And people still ask questions about my face.” He muttered. “I looked so shitty and I lost it and broke the mirror.” He confessed shyly.

You looked back to him and smiled briefly. “It’s alright. I will clean the room after I clean you up. It has been a while since you had a breakdown, we should call it an improvement yeah?”

He nodded and watched you focus on bandaging his hands up. He was in awe. You never saw him as a mess he thought he was. He loved you, and you loved him.

“How did I even end up finding you?” He mumbled, and you hummed back in response. “I couldn’t even reply to my friends’ texts properly or take my meds normally on time and there’s you. Like an angel. Guarding my ugly messy ass. I don’t deserve you.”

You gasped at him, tears welling up in your eyes. Grabbing a black rose from the vase at the corner of the counter, you slipped it behind his ear slowly and pushed a strand of hair away from his face. You held his large hands with your smaller ones and said to him,

“I am the one who doesn’t deserve you, my sweet angel.”

You leaned in with your tippy toes and pecked him on his forehead, and you both closed your eyes to treasure the moment.

Corpse looked up to you and cupped your face. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.” You smiled, “I am your guardian angel after all. Now let’s get you back onto the floor, yeah?”

You watched him carefully slid back onto the floor and slowly walked towards the door like a child. He looked back at you, waiting for you to come along with him.

“Let me clean your eyepatch first boo,” you reminded him as you reached for it and washed it in the sink.

“Ohh yeah the stream is still going,” he realised, “oh no…”

“You will be fine,” you reassured him as you helped him put on his eyepatch, keeping the rose on his ear, “the fans will understand. You needed a break.”

“Stay?” He asked you, pouting, as you have arrived back in front of his computer.

“Always, darling.” You pulled up a chair next to him and held his hand while he continued the stream, chatting back happily to his friends telling them he was okay now, and everything is fine.

“I’m good now, my guardian angel is here.” He looked at you smiling as he took your hand and gave it a kiss.

Illness and welfare might have taken his adolescence away, but you were going to make sure he would have the best part of it with you, even if it was a few years late.

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