A/N: got a boost of energy this week and felt like it hihi don't know if anyone will even read this, but ty for joining the ride 💛
A/N: also, TQM is basically RR, with a little twist to fit y/n and corpse's story better. so definitely recommend listening to it while/after reading! byeee
A letter from a lover to a lover on their wedding day.
❚ Word count : 576
❚ Warning : Swearing as always
A/N : hi friends long time no see! I thought about a little update for What If enjoyers and this happened. don't know why. enjoy! Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)
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Dear y/n,
if you’re reading this, it means that we’re actually getting married today and that I’m keeping the promise I made to myself. You know I'm not good with words, but I'll do it for you. I'll do it because I promised myself that you would understand the depth of my feelings for you -and not in a bang confession of a song, but with actual words written on paper. The song... I can't listen to it anymore. I swear to god, when I do, my brain just goes; "your constant harassment of the female gender makes me sick". Anyway, I'm drifting off. I'm really fucking nervous.
So I'll tell you everything. The truth, the ugly truth, no bullshit.
Wanna know what made me make that promise? (I'm really happy you're reading it in a letter and I'm not telling you face to face cause you'd want to kick my ass). The night you proposed, you were sleeping peacefully and I was just a mess. I couldn't stop thinking about our future together, about the fact that it was probably the stupidest mistake we could ever do. But you rolled around, and I looked at you. You had the stupidest expression I had ever seen on anyone's face. Like ever. So fucking weird. I laughed to myself, couldn't stop, or else I'd have to realize that I was terrified because at that very moment I understood that, ultimately, you'd break my heart one way or another.
I walked into our story blinded by your light and it's like I have only awoken at that moment. You said I should trust you, but for a long time I wasn't able to. Because I'm no easy person to live with. Because I love you so much, I was convinced that it would hurt like a bitch, that there wasn't any other possible way. I'm still not sure about that one, but that night I didn't care anymore. I knew there were no going back, that no matter how scary it was, you'd have to be loved and feel loved, and I wouldn't let anyone do it for me.
In the end, it's a very selfish decision. What would I be without you? What would I be for that really fucking stupid sleeping face?
So I put on my big boy's pants and write this letter instead of getting ready. Sykkuno keeps walking back and forth. I think he's desperate at this point. But I can't stop thinking about you. I wonder what you're doing right now with Rae and Brooke with you. Nevermind, I don't wanna know. I wonder what you'll look like walking down the aisle, what dress you chose. Do you think I'm going to cry? I'm probably going to cry because you're the most amazing, most stunning woman I've ever seen, and I really don't know what else I could do. I'm already emo just thinking about it. About how lucky I am to have found someone as wonderful as you and I can’t believe we’re really about to do it. Being in love is cringe, but if you say a world about it, I'll mansplain, manspread, manipulate my way out of this one. Fuck you in advance actually.
Anyway, now I really realized what's happening today and I'm fucking shaking. I can't believe I'm about to marry my soulmate. But I guess I'll see you soon. I'll be the man in black waiting for the love of his life.
Summary: You're a faceless youtuber that sings cover songs. What happens when a certain faceless streamer slides into your DMs after you cover one of his songs?
Author's Note: Apologies for the delay! Ive had like no motivation smh. Thanks again for all the notes, its really appreciated and i hope you like this part 💖 ps i dont fancy the grinch but i do love martha mae
authors note: this is kinda short but like whatever 💀 we finally got the Corpse x yn content we needed so praise bingus 😩. also don’t mind the dates I got tired after a while and didn’t feel like changing them 😀🔪
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Summary: You're a faceless youtuber that sings cover songs. What happens when a certain faceless streamer slides into your DMs after you cover one of his songs?
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The view from the top of the hill is beautiful, a whole city reduced to nothing but lights. It’s a little chilly, the once warm air below is now replaced by a breeze that wraps itself around your bare arms. You curse yourself for not bringing a jacket as you watch Corpse unfold a blanket and placing it on the grass. Sitting down, you cross your legs underneath yourself and rub your arms in a poor attempt to warm yourself up.
“Oh, no. I’m fine, thanks,” you say.
He scoffs. “You’re shivering. Just take the jacket.”
He scoffs. “You’re shivering. Just take the jacket.”
“But you’ll be cold,” you reply as you wrap it round yourself. It smells like him and you resist the urge to bury your nose in it, to cover yourself in the scent of him. A bold idea runs through your mind and you know it could either way by suggesting it. “We could share it?”
Corpse looks at you in questioning and you open the jacket, showing the space beside you. You can see him thinking it over and you’re about to change the subject but he moves close to you, pulling the jacket over his shoulder. You’re not quite touching, but the close proximity radiates heat against the side of you.
You sit in silence as you watch the city move below you, though unlike before, it’s not awkward but comfortable.
“I’m glad you came,” Corpse says, and you turn to face him. He’s beautiful up close, like no-one you had ever seen before.
“Me too,” you reply smiling. He glances briefly to your lips, but it’s so quick you would’ve missed it had your eyes not been glued to his face. There’s a tension between you, like the moment’s about to happen but neither one of you wants to make the first move. You sit staring at each other when his fingers move to your cheek.
“Eyelash,” he states simply and you’re holding your breath as he brushes it off, fighting every urge to shiver at this slightest of touch.
“Thanks.” The tension is still there, more so now that he’s crossed the boundary of physical touch and you can’t help but sneak a glance at his lips and when you look back up, he’s still staring at you.
You decide to listen to your heart rather than your head, and move into his space, pressing a chaste kiss before retreating, your heart beating wildly in your chest. It’s barely a kiss, more a quick touch of lips but you just had to see what it was like. He looks surprised, but not confused or angry.
“What’d you do that for?” he asks, a smile forming on his lips, and your body releases tension you didn’t realise you had. Maybe you should listen to your heart more often.
Placing a finger against your chin, you pretend to think. “Hmm just wanted to see if I liked it.”
He raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his face and you blush slightly. “And? What’s the verdict?”
“I think more testing is needed,” you reply, laughing as he pulls you close, his hand on your waist, the jacket falling from both of your shoulders as he peppers your cheeks in kisses. He pulls away, and you can see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows before he leans in, kissing you once, twice.
You’ve kissed before; boys and girls, strangers and friends. But this, this felt different. It wasn’t fireworks, it was warm and comforting, like a cup of tea on a cold morning. The rest of the night is filled with stupid conversation and sneaking glances at each other. As the night draws to a close, you begin to feel sadness at the prospect of not being around him until you meet again.
“Wait, give me your phone,” Corpse says as you stand. You look at him puzzled before unlocking it and handing it over. He snaps a picture of himself before grabbing a bottle and leaning the phone against it. You watch in amused bewilderment as he stands behind the phone, leaning so far down he may aswell be lying on the ground. Jumping over the bottle, he grabs your hand and positions you both so your back’s facing the camera.
“We make a very attractive shadow couple,” you comment as he hands your phone back.
He hums in agreement. “We do. I’m glad you didn’t write me off after the first time.” You’re touched at the genuine tone to his words, and you smile at him.
“Well, I kinda like you.” you reply, shrugging.
You take a few more pictures together, and you take one of just him, his back to you, the city below him like he’s a ruler. You’re packing up to leave when he turns to you.
“Want to know a secret? I kind of like you too,” he says.
You grin and scrunch your nose up. “Ew, we’re bordering on simp territory.”
“I’m okay with that.”
You walk down together in silence, your hands brushing against each other with each step, and eventually Corpse grabs your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. You glance down at your intertwined hands and smile.
“Guess I should head back,” you say as you reach your car. You feel that sadness again, this heaviness in your heart that you try to swallow down, offering a tight smile at him.
“You could,” he starts before pausing, like he’s trying to work out what to say. “You could come to my place? If you wanted, get some sleep and leave in the morning.”
“Oh I -”
“It’s fine. I can sleep on the couch, you can take the bed,” he interrupts.
You mull his words over, a little nervousness creeping into your head. “I didn’t bring anything though.”
His brow furrows in confusion before he realises what you mean. “Oh, uh, you could borrow a t-shirt or something?”
“Okay, sounds like a plan.”
He grins at your response and you walk back together, a lightness in your steps at the thought of spending more time with him.
