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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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Hello hello it is I! ( yes I changed my name but please I'm still Kia 😊 )

Wow it's been a WHILE. Hello again I hope you've been taking care of yourself and your loved ones .

Today I have a request!

The amigops realizing that someone put something on your drink ( Drugs, etc. )

It can be as you wish! Separate or All at the same time ( I just want you do have a good time with it 😘 )

And that's all from me!! Again remember to take care of yourselves!! And stay healthy!! Ba Bai!

PSD- Luv ya! 💞

Omg hi Kia! I've missed you so much I'm so happy to be hearing from you again, how have you been? Also really sorry for the long wait for your request but here it is finally and I hope you enjoy it 💕

Platonic Pairing: The Amigops & Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Attempted Drugging, Alcohol Consumption, Violence/Mild Physical Altercation, Swearing

Genre: Platonic Protective Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: see request above

Sykkuno

It was your idea to wind down at a bar in the middle of the week

It took a bit of convincing but you managed to drag Sykkuno along with you

Being a Tuesday, the bar was rather quiet

While the two of you were chatting in the calm atmosphere, out of the blue, the bartender set down another glass next to the one containing the drink you'd ordered yourself

When you gave him a questioning look all he did was shrug and direct your gaze a few seats over to where a man you didn't recognize was sitting

"His treat", the bartender says as if he's been through this time and time again and simply cannot be bothered

One glance at the guy was more than enough to convince you not to want to give him another, let alone touch the drink he bought you

You didn't want to give him anything he could see as encouragement

But Sykkuno soon gave you another reason to not consume the drink

"He definitely put something in that."

His words caught your attention with a quirked brow, "Huh? How do you know?"

"It's just like mine, but fizzier." He pointed out and one look comparing the two glasses proved him right

The drinks were the same, but yours was roaring like a volcano

Your stomach turned but you pulled yourself together quickly and made a point to push the glass further away for good measure, "Fucking creep."

"Let's get out of here. We'll find a different bar." Sykkuno offered helpfully

And you couldn't have possibly agreed quicker

Valkyrae

You and Rae had made plans to go out and celebrate her new place for almost a month at that point

Now that you finally got around to it, one step in the bar and Rae immediately regretted not looking more into the bars in the area of her new home

The place was sketchy from floor to ceiling but with sore feet from all the furniture shopping you'd done, you decided to sit down for at least one drink and rest

After ordering your drink, you got up to answer an incoming call, leaving Rae to wait for the ordered drinks

When the bartender set them down, Rae gave her a brief smile but before she could return her gaze to her phone she caught an out-of-the-corner-of-the-eye glance of the guy sitting on the bar stool left of the one you'd planted yourself in

His eyes were sizing up your glass almost too obviously for it to be just a thousand yard stare

But when she saw the small plastic bag he retreated from his pocket, she was determined to not give him even a sliver of the benefit of the doubt

The two reached for the drink at the same time, with Rae reaching it and grabbing it first

The guy had no time to react before the liquid he was about to tamper with soaked his face and shirt

And then got a second dose from Rae's own drink as well as a round of insults before she hopped off the bar stool to fetch you and, sore feet be damned, drag you to a different bar

When asked why, as to not freak you out, she said some guy was flirting rather aggressively with her

No further questions asked, you hauled ass to a different, far more welcoming bar

Toast

You'd texted him to join you for a drink after arriving at the bar yourself

Unfortunately (or rather fortunately) he arrived at the bar while you were in the bathroom, but according to your seating position description via text, as well as the drink sitting by the empty stool by the bar corresponding with your usual choice of a drink, he got a good idea of where you were seated and started heading in that direction

However, something stopped him

The sight of the guy sitting nearby getting up from his stool and heading over to your unsupervised drink

He didn't see the exact thing, but Toast was more than able to draw a solid conclusion as to what the guy was doing

One foot out of the bathroom and you immediately managed to spot him even with the dim lighting

You exchanged a quick, and pretty distracted on his part, greeting, hugging him before trying to lead him to the spot you’d chosen to occupy

But seeing the serious, downright angry look on his face told you not to move

It’s a particularly rare occurrence to find Toast with an expression this frosty and ticked-off so you too were quick to become on-edge

Following his gaze to a stranger whose back was currently facing you only arose more questions but you never got to ask them because he beat you to speaking up

“Let’s get out of here, Y/N.“

You didn’t think to ask much after that, allowing him to lead you out of the bar instead of you leading him to the barstools

You did still ask later on and were rather terrified by the answer

But also extremely relieved and grateful to have had Toast then and there

Real friends are at the right place at the right time for one another always, no?

Corpse

You and Corpse have known each other too long and too well

Both of you’d go as far as to say that there are only very few things about one another that would surprise you

However, when you’d called Corpse in near-distress from a bar you’d hit with your colleagues after work, he’d been more than surprised

He was scared, genuinely and rightfully so

You’re not a lightweight, but you can’t exactly hold your liquor well either

Regardless, you wouldn’t be slurring-wordly drunk from a single cocktail

The room would most definitely not be spinning around you the way it was

And of course, calling it ‘a single cocktail’ could’ve been a way for you to downplay just how much alcohol you’d consumed

But it truly didn’t sound like it over the phone when you called Corpse to come pick you up cause you were certain you wouldn’t be able to drive yourself home

You too were genuinely confused by the falling-through of your sobriety under the weight of a single Margarita

That was the main reason Corpse didn’t fear a speeding ticket on your way to fetch you, keeping the gas pedal firmly grounded under his foot till he reached the bar and found you outside by the curb

Trying to ward off a guy with painfully obvious sleazy and malevolent intentions

The car had barely come to a stop when he jumped out of it, taking a stance as tall as can be, his uncovered eye glaring daggers at the creep who, upon noticing the significantly taller man present, was quick to shrivel up and crawl back into the hellhole he’d come out of, allowing you both a sigh of relief before Corpse drove you back to his place

The gravity of the situation only hit your hazy brain properly the following morning when your stomach was finally starting to disagree with the substance the creep undoubtedly inserted in your drink

Corpse was there through it all for you, offering nothing but comforting and reassuring words to bring a smile to your face despite your tear-shiny eyes

Like a true friend would

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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hand delivered ~ corpse husband

word count: 1498

request?: no

description: in which he surprises her with a visit, and she surprises him with something else

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

i was inspired by corpse hand delivering sykkuno’s hoodie so i had to write a hella fluffy imagine on it

“I swear to God Rae!” you exclaimed as Rae giggled at her actions.

The two of you were streaming GTA V together at Rae had taken an amusement to stealing cars and driving them towards you, narrowly avoiding killing you every time. For obvious reasons, this wasn’t exactly keeping you under the radar of the cops. Quite the opposite, actually. You were spending most of your time running from both Rae and the cops.

“We’re never gonna make any money at this rate,” you told her. “We’re gonna spend it all on bail fees.”

“Don’t be so dramatic!” Rae argued. “Just jump in, we’ll go to the next job.”

“I can’t jump in when you’re trying to run me over!”

Rae giggled again as your chat joked about what she was doing to you. You rolled your eyes at everyone, but you couldn’t stop the smile that was on your face.

Before you could jump into the car that Rae had recently stolen, you heard a knock at your door. You paused a moment, confused. You weren’t expecting anyone, and you hadn’t ordered any take out or anything. You decided to ignore it, figuring maybe it was a wrong place or something and if no one answered they’d leave. But the knock came again, this time a bit louder and faster.

“Hey, don’t get us killed, I gotta go AFK for a second,” you told Rae. You heard just a piece of her response as you set your headphone aside and made your way to your front door.

You were looking down when you opened the door, prepared to tell whoever was there that they were at the wrong house, but instead your gaze landed on a pair of familiar hands holding a black and red hoodie, folded in a way that all you could see was the familiar fanart of Corpse Husband.

Against your better judgement, you let your eyes trail up to the face of your visitor, the real life version of the face on the hoodie, smiling down at you. Your eyes widened. It was the first time you had ever seen Corpse’s face, and it felt illegal to be standing here looking at him. You quickly covered your eyes, willing yourself to forget what you had saw.

“(Y/N),” Corpse laughed. “You don’t have to cover your eyes.”

“I saw your face!” you said. “I-I saw your actual face! I have to gouge my eyes out or something!”

You felt his cold hands taking hold of your own, lowering them from your eyes so you could look up at him again. Although you tried to stop yourself, you let your eyes wander over his face, taking in every detail. It occurred to you in that moment that this was the first time you were seeing the face of a man you had been crushing on for the past six months.

“Come in,” you said, realizing that he was still just standing outside. “Come, get comfortable. I’m-I’m streaming, I’ll be right back.”

“You don’t have to end your stream early because of me.”

That voice! It comes from an actual person! A real, living person!

“You really think I’ll be able to return to my stream for another few hours while you’re here?” you questioned. “It’s fine, it’s just GTA with Rae. She’ll probably play with Sykkuno instead when I get off.”

You felt like you were in a daze as you returned to your room. You quickly told Rae you were hopping off stream and you’d explain to her - and to your viewers - why later on. Your chat started asking what was wrong, but you ended the stream before responding.

When you returned to your living room, you saw the back of Corpse’s curly, brown haired head sitting on your couch. Your heart was racing with so many different emotions. You couldn’t believe he was actually here, that the voice you had befriended nearly half a year ago was actually sat in your house.

“Wait a second,” you said, realizing something. “Don’t you live like...five hours away? Corpse, did you drive five hours to come visit me?”

He looked up at you and shrugged. “Yeah, so?”

“So?! Corpse, you have nerve issues! You can’t even sit straight for ten minutes!” You were suddenly starting to feel guilty, although obviously you hadn’t asked Corpse to come visit you.

“I’m fine!” he assured you. “Do I look like I’m in pain? I wanted to come give you your merch, and I figured this would be a nice surprise too!”

You went to sit next to him, your heart beating faster the closer you got to him. You were sure this was just a dream and you’d wake up in bed at any moment. To test your theory, you slowly inched your finger forward to softly poke Corpse’s cheek. He chuckled as you jumped back, shocked by the success of your touch.

“You’re real!” you blurted, causing more laughter.

“I am real. Are you surprised?”

“Just a little,” you admitted.

You both sat in silence, just looking at one another. You weren’t really sure what to say. It was like every possible topic you could bring up, or every joke you could make, was suddenly gone. It was obvious Corpse was feeling the same as he was usually the one who could keep a conversation going.

“Try on your hoodie,” he finally said, passing you the hoodie he was still holding to you. You took it excitedly and slipped it on over your head. The warm material engulfed you immediately. It was definitely a few sizes too big, but that was your favorite part - the bagginess of it.

“It’s perfect,” you told him. “Thank you so much for bringing it to me.”

“I told you I would. I really wanted you to have at least one article of my merch. You were so excited for it when I released it.”

You held the hoodie close to your nose, taking in the scent of Corpse that still lingered on it. There was so much happiness bubbling up inside of you that you felt like you were going to burst at any moment. You really did not think things could get any better.

“Can I hug you?” you asked.

Corpse smiled and opened his arms as a response. You immediately lunged into them, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly. It was the last confirmation you needed that this was all real, that Corpse was really there.

The hug was prolonged and eventually Corpse was pulling you into his lap, squeezing you back as if afraid that you would disappear too. You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling his curly locks brush against your face. You never wanted to let go, and you could tell that Corpse felt the same way.

When you finally pulled away from the hug, you looked down into Corpse’s eyes. His hands were still resting on your hips, and yours were on his shoulders. Before you could stop yourself, you were leaning forward to kiss him. The minute your lips collided, it was like someone had set off fireworks inside your small apartment.

You pulled away almost immediately, realizing what you had done. “I-I’m sorry. That-that wasn’t right of me. I’m sorry.”

There was a small smile on Corpse’s face as his hands came up to cup your face and pulled you to him, attaching his lips to yours again.

Just when I thought today couldn’t get any better.

Forgetting the world around you, you became lost in one another. Your arms were back around Corpse’s neck, holding on to him as if you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go. One of his hands was still on your cheek as the other slipped behind your head, your hair tangling around his fingers. There was so much passion in the kiss that it made your head spin, and when the two of you finally pulled away it felt like your head was spinning.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Corpse told you. “I may have been hoping something like this would happen when I got here.”

“What?” you questioned. “Why did you never tell me how you were feeling?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Corpse teased. “I was always flirting with you, I had hoped you’d get the message.”

“Corpse, you flirt with everyone!”

The two of you laughed. You couldn’t help but dip your head to kiss him once more. His lips were intoxicating, and you just wanted to kiss them all the time.

“How long were you planning on staying?” you asked.

“I don’t know. I was going to see how well this visit went and go from there.”

You giggled and cuddled into Corpse’s arms. “Well, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want. I think I’ll have a hard time letting you go now, though.”

“I think I’ll have a hard time leaving.”

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fxckingghxst · 2 years

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Last Hope pt.2

pt.1 || pt.2

Pairing: Ghoul!Corpse Husband x Half Ghoul!GN!

reader

Genre: AU (Tokyo Ghoul!AU)

Warnings: reader blames themselves a lot of things

WC: ~2.4k

Request: A continuation for the corpse husband tokyo ghoul au pls? maybe it could be the reader getting a makeover and learning how to work at the cafe ?

A/N: okay this took me a really long time and I apologize. But I finally finished…this chapter!! I might make a few more like a mini-series sorta thing. I don’t really have a plan or anything (when do I ever) so we’ll see how it goes. Thanks again @tfstuffs for your requests and support <3 !! Hope you like it! (Also just like all my other work it has not been proofread 😊 enjoy the errors loves.)

“You’re awake!” A cheery voice startles you as you peek your head out of the room you were in. “Sorry, sorry.” Rae apologizes to you when she sees you jump and cautiously approaches you.

“It’s fine.” You reassure her with a small smile, feeling the dryness in the back of your throat as you speak. You were still unsure about where exactly you were and who all was around, but it was nice to see a somewhat familiar face this morning. Or was it already noon?

“Would you like some coffee?” She offers to you and you nod your head quickly, making her giggle to herself. “There’s a change of clothes in the bathroom here. Feel free to wash up while I make your coffee. Just come down the stairs when you're ready.” She says to you as she walks down the stairs herself. You look to the bathroom she had pointed at and walked inside of it, turning on the light and finally getting a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You almost turned the lights back off at what you saw. Face sunken and bruised on the right side. Bags under your dull eyes and hair still wet from the rain and blood. You touched the back of your head where you had gotten slammed into the wall and felt the dried blood over the healed wound. You turned your body away from the mirror, focusing your attention on how to turn on the water.

You reach the bottom of the stairs and pull aside the thin white cloth used as a half door and emerge into a completely different room. You weren’t sure what you were expecting this place to be; maybe just a normal house, but definitely not a cafe. A couple walks into the shop through the entrance and you hear Rae’s voice greet them as they find a table. They were humans. You took a step out into the dining room and looked around at the interior. Dark wood tables contrasted with the white walls and black trim around the windows. Shelves were placed high on the wall with plants and cute coffee-related trinkets on them. A wooden sign with the cafe’s name and decal covered the main wall that you see when you first enter. It was cozy and cute. How come you’ve never heard of this place before? Especially since it was run by ghouls.

“Over here!” A different voice calls out towards you and you shrink back as a man approaches you with a wide smile- almost menacingly- and grabs your wrist. “Sit over here while I make you some coffee.” He says as he begins to drag you towards an open stool. You pull on his hand, wanting him to let go of you, but he doesn’t seem to get the hint.

“Michael, let go of them.” A soft, higher-pitched voice scolds the man holding your wrist. A short woman appears behind the counter with a tray full of food and drinks. She gives him a pointed look through her big round glasses and Michael lets go of you. You pull your arm back towards you and cross your arms over your stomach to prevent that from happening again.

“I’m sorry, honey.”

“Don’t apologize to me.”

“I’m sorry.” He says to you and you nod as a response before he brightened up again and gestured to the stool. “Please sit. I’ll have Lily make you some coffee- she makes the best out of everyone here.” Michael whispers to you before turning around and running into another woman who just walked out of the kitchen.

“Everyone here makes good coffee…It’s just you that makes bad coffee, Michael.” A woman with brown hair and round face says to him. He mimics her voice in a high-pitched whiny tone and walks into the kitchen.

You take a seat on the stool and look around you. You felt too open here, too seen. After last night you want nothing more than to curl back up in the dark room and stay there till the doves forget about you. A pipe dream- you know that- but it sounded nice. You straightened your back and looked over your shoulder as another person walked through the entrance, ringing the bell hooked on the door. It was Corpse. Finally a face you recognized. You felt your body relax and you even mustered a smile when he noticed you sitting on the stool.

“You’re up.” He comments as he sets a bag down on the counter. You nod your head and eye the bag suspiciously.

“What’s in the bag?” You ask out of curiosity. He puts his hands in the bag and pulls out a box of hair dye in one hand and a wig in the other.

“Which would you rather do?”

The hair on your head felt itchy. The hair dye burned your scalp and you couldn’t get used to how different you looked. They even used concealer to cover the noticeable tattoos peeking from the collar of your shirt and on your arms. You supposed this was better than the alternative; going underground for who knows how long until the heat was off of you. You looked at yourself once more in the mirror and then at the people who helped you dye your hair, Michael, Lily, and Rae.

“Thank you.” You say to them as you touch your hair. It felt dry and stringy, like a stick of hay, but you didn’t look like you and that’s all that mattered.

“Of course, y/n. A friend of Corpse is a friend of ours.” Lily says as she continues to dry off her hands with a clean towel. You smile and think back to Corpse. He saved your life that night, And he continues to save your life when he’s not even around; introducing you to amazingly kind people who are sticking their necks out for you.

“Hey! Would you be up to learning how to make the perfect cup of coffee?!” Michael says to you excitedly as he bounces from foot to foot.

“They’re tired, Michael. We should let them rest.” Lily says as she holds his shoulder to keep him from bouncing anymore.

“No, actually. I would love to learn.” You say as you smile at them in the mirror. All of them smile back and whisk you out of the bathroom and down to the cafe floor. You watched Lily first since Michael insisted that the professional should show you the ropes first. You were in awe at how easy she made this look. It took her less than two minutes to make you the perfect cup, and it was actually perfect. Great taste, perfect temperature, and very addictive. You could see yourself drinking ten of these a day. You watched Rae and Michael next and did one alongside them. Lily oversaw everything like a hawk and critiqued everything Michael did, causing you and Rae to laugh whilst Michael attempted to fix his mistakes and crumble under Lily’s intensity.

“Alright,” You set the cup down and smile, “done!” They all crowd around to look at your coffee. Lily grabs the cup and you anticipate her reaction; you may have winged it on a few of the measurements. She takes a sip and then smacks her lips dramatically as she assesses the flavor.

“Not bad, y/n.” She says with a small smile. “Still need some more practice, though.”

You find yourself alone behind the bar, practicing the new skills you’ve learned. You’re not sure if you had caught on to everyone’s advice and tips on how to make coffee, but you were still gonna try through trial and error while everyone was working. You poured out the liquid into the cup and frowned as the color had looked wrong.

“You should try using a measuring cup to measure the beans.” A deep voice startles you and you look over your shoulder to see Corpse walking out of the back room.

“You work here all of the sudden?” You joke with him and he shrugs his shoulders as he leaned against the counter next to you, looking at your cup of coffee over his shoulder.

“I used to. A long time ago.” He reveals and you glance at him from the corner of your eye, watching as he puts his hands in his pockets.

“What made you change career paths?” You ask him as you taste test your coffee. It was more water than coffee.

“Always loved to make things- masks for sure were super interesting and cool to me. So once I got back on my feet here, I focused on making masks and designing them. When I earned enough money I was able to buy that place and work from there.” He says and you are overwhelmed with feelings of guilt. He had worked so hard to get that place and you led all the doves in the entire ward to his doorstep; putting a target on his back for who knows how long. You wondered how long it took him to get to that point? Months? Years? You didn’t want to know. Didn’t want to throw yourself down that rabbit hole.

“Well, I’d say it was a good career change. I don’t really picture you in a cute frilly apron, serving coffee and food to people.” You tease him, trying to rid the guilt from your conscience, and you smile when he snickers.

“Yeah, it was for the best. But, I did look good in that apron.” He corrects you with a knowing smile and you can’t help but laugh.

“I’d love to see that one of these days.” You comment through your laughter and he just shrugs and pushes himself off the counter.

“That day might be closer than you think.” He says as he motions for you to follow him. You do just that and he takes you back upstairs and turns left at the top of the stairs instead of right where the room you had slept in last night. He turns to face you when he reaches a door and smiles before opening it up.

“Ta-da!” He exclaims as you peek into the room. It was basically a small apartment. Bed in the left corner, TV in the right, a table in the middle of the room to eat dinner, a small kitchen to your right as you walked in, and a small bathroom to your left. It was plain and small, but it had everything someone would need to live happily. You turned around to face Corpse.

“What’s this?” You ask him, silently hoping he was just showing you a random room just because he wanted to.

“It’s a room. More specifically- your room.” He says as he walks into the room behind you, noticing your panicked expression as you begin to speak.

“You didn’t have to do this. I would've been out of your hair by the end of today.” You say while shaking your head. You were shocked by how gratuitous and kind Corpse and his friends were to you. It was overwhelming at times- especially now. You’ve never had someone stick their neck out for you like this before. It was scary. You wanted to trust them. To feel safe with them. But every instinct in you tells you to keep your guard up. To fend for yourself and get far from here.

“It’s no big deal, y/n. They have a bunch of rooms here for this exact reason. Everyone here helps ghouls who need it. Give them a place to sleep, a job, friends, a chance to rebuild.” Corpse tells you and you find it hard to look him in the eyes.

“I can’t accept this, Corpse. I really can’t. I’m sorry.” You apologize to him and go to walk past him, planning on gathering your old clothes and leaving for good. But he reaches out towards you and grabs onto your shoulder.

“Hey, I could've shut that door in your face when you came asking for help, but I didn’t. I wasn’t gonna leave you alone that night and I’m not about to let you walk out of here, now.” He says before walking around you to stand in front of you. You couldn’t say anything- you didn’t know what to say to him. “I was in your position once before. I thought about running away too. I didn’t want any handouts from people who didn’t even know me. But trusting these people was probably one of the best decisions I’ve made in my life.” He finishes and you press your lips together in a fine line, trying to sort through your thoughts.

The easiest thing to do for you was to leave. Go as far away from this ward as you can, dodging doves and authorities for as long as you can. Running for who knows how long. Sleeping with one eye open. Or you could stay here with Corpse and his interesting friends. Sleeping on a bed. Working in the cafe. Having friends. You know what you wanted to do, but you couldn’t admit it to yourself. You didn’t want to depend on these people forever. Bother them with your problems and your presence. It was bad enough what you had done to Corpse; the guilt was always present in the pit of your stomach whenever you talked with him.

“I’ll stay,” You start and Corpse’s grip on your shoulder relaxes as he sighs a breath of relief, “for a week. Then I’ll leave.” You finish your sentence and muster a small smile for Corpse’s sake. He seems to deflate but he nods his head, recognizing your decision.

“I can work with a week.”

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allensimpsforcorpse · 3 years

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𝙴𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕 | c.h

Pairing :: Corpse Husband x GN! Reader

Requested :: Nope

Summary :: You were in the middle of a Death note marathon when Corpse called you because he got scared and too anxious while playing RE Village

Warning/s :: Corpse being anxious

A/N :: I hope you guys like this! This isn't requested but just a dream that I had last week and I have been itching to write it! Taglist (for all my future Corpse fics and my one multi-chaptered fic) Requests are open

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You sighed contently as you finish another episode of Death note, one of your favorite animes.

Today was one of your day off of streaming and you deemed it as the day you will finally finish re-watching the anime as your plans to watch it had always been foiled by surprise streams and other plans.

Normally you'll spend the day with one of your friends or with your boyfriend, Corpse, either hanging out or having one of your midnight dates. But everyone seems to have plans for today so you were left alone to watch Death note in peace. Though, no doubt you will always choose your friends over a mere show, it was nice to be able to finish watching the anime.

Just as you were about to play the next episode, a familiar relaxing tune came from your cellphone. Reaching out to your nightstand where your phone was charging, you took it off it's plug and checked who was calling you.

🖤 Corpsiee 🖤 is calling...

Well, that's unexpected. Isn't he supposed to be streaming right now? And he's just on the other end of the hallway, what could he be calling about for?

You answered it and before you can even utter a single word, he greeted you. Shaky, and he sounds out of breath. Uh oh.

"Hey, love, are you okay?" you immediately asked, moving to clean up the mess you have made on your bed. Did something happen in his stream? Granted, he always gets nervous and anxious whenever he streams but that was always in the beginning and when they're playing among us. If your memory serves you right, it's been hours since he started and he's not playing Among Us today- Oh wait, he's playing Resident Evil with Tina!

Yeah, that's a good reason to be anxious.

"Just... Just needed to hear your voice. I got, uh, spooked while playing." he explained, making you nod despite knowing he will not see it. You put the call on speaker and gently placed it on your desk so you can easily fix your hair.

"Want me to join you while you continue your stream? I can hold your hand" your tone of voice suggested that you were just teasing but internally you were serious. You'll gladly hold his hand while he plays, similar to what you do when he plays Among Us in a clutch moment

"Yes, please" with that, you got out your room and walked over to his streaming room. Gently knocking on the door to avoid further making the man inside with the sudden noise, you opened the door as quiet as you can.

Corpse looked up from his phone when he heard you walk in. As soon as you got close enough, he pulled you on his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist to tightly hug you. You could feel him lightly shaking as he did so and you hugged him back with no hesitation. From his earphones, you can hear Tina talking to his chat in his stead.

"Sorry that I had to pull you away from yout marathon" he quietly mumbled, you were certain you wouldn't be able to hear it if you weren't so pressed up against him at theta moment, not that you were complaining about the closeness. "I'll make it up to you after the stream"

You let out a soft giggle, shaking your head as you pull away from him to look at his face. You placed your hands on each side of his face and kissed him on the forehead. "It's okay, silly. It's just anime, you're more important than watching Light. Plus, I'm only, like, 3 episodes away 'till the end so I can just watch it later" you kissed him on the nose this time, lightly laughing at the redness visible on his cheeks.

You helped him regulate his breathing and he eventually went back to his stream, apologizing for his long silence.

It's okay, corpse!

I hope you're okay, C!

Is (Y/N) with you right now?

He read the last comment out loud before answering. "Yeah, they're with me right now. Them and Tina are my emotional support animal" he jested, making both you and Tina laugh as he finally continues to play the game, more calm now that you were here with him.

Tags: @apple-slice-of-your-laifu-blog

#corpse husband #corpse fic #corpse husband fandom #corpse husband fanfic #corpse husband fanfictions #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband x reader #corpse imagine #corpse x you #corpse husband x you #youtubers x reader #youtubers #streamers #streamers x reader #amigops #among us

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lizzywrites · 3 years

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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.

#corpse x reader #corpse x y/n #corpse x you #corpse oneshot #corpse imagine #amigops #corpse #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband x y/n #corpse husband x you

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vantacolouredwords · 2 years

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Some people make Corpse giggle and feel all bubbly inside and not being one of them makes me feel so ‘AARGH’

Anyway.

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londonskies · 3 years

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DON’T SAY THE S WORD!!

https://images.app.goo.gl/JKKNVtwZNGAVVwzB9

In which Corpse has a secret girlfriend and his insomnia is driving them both up the wall, putting precious Sykkuno in danger because he said the word “Sleep”.

Hi! This is just a once in a blue moon, feel good, fluff fic cause I have commitment issues on my writing lol.

Yes, my writing style is long winded, I’m really sorry, but I hope you enjoy it!

credits to u/balderdash_lee on reddit

Corpse had not slept for close to 50 hours by the time that they had started their latest month prior pre-planned plasmophobia session with Rae, Sykkunno and Toast, but it was like he was hyped up on sugar for the last hour or so and Y/n was really beginning to get worried.

This was a tattletale sign of the huge crash her boyfriend was about to go through, and yet the stubborn man just would not step away from his computer.

She had tried everything, from luring him with pizza (to which he had snatched a few slices and had just retreated to his gaming room once more) to telling him that there was a fire in the kitchen (to which he replied was virtually impossible given how meticulous Y/n was in the kitchen) to faking an injury (which corpse called bullshit on without even looking at her).

It was getting really frustrating and she knew for a fact that the longer her boyfriend was going to wait this out, the worse he was going to feel.

And the worse he was going to act.

He would never hurt anyone, ever. The man was the definition of a soft boi beyond his brain meltingly amazing voice. But when he was beyond bone dead tired like he was right now, he had the tendency to act mean, and the only person who had the capability of calming him down in the middle of the pandemic was Y/n, and she would have to hijack his stream.

The stream that was filled with hundreds of thousands of people who didn’t even know that their precious Corpse was in a relationship with anyone.

Would she have the chance to mute him before he went on his tired, angry, borderline crazy monologue? She would try, but probably not.

Y/n had to bring out the big guns.

Rae and Toast were pretty easy people to conspire with and were almost always down to do pranks and other shit that Y/n came up with, and always, always down to do whatever it took to get Corpse to take care of himself.

Sykkuno though, bless him, the cutest, most clueless person Y/n had ever met.

He was always very concerned for Corpse’s health but was the worst at going incognito. So Rae and Toast were the ones who used their code word (lights out) and had always been the ones who had the role of making sure Sykkuno knew what to do.

“Aaaaaaaaaaanddd, lights out baby!” Rae screamed as she made her way past Sykkuno at the entrance of the house they were in at the moment, but Sykkuno, the precious little boy that he is, just watched Rae with a bewildered face, getting even more confused when Toast made his way past him as well, whispering “Lights out.” and moving back to the truck in the game.

From inside, Corpse’s character was busy laughing at a joke he made about a picture in the wall and had not noticed the other two missing. He did notice though, when Sykkuno appeared near him to ask him what was up before convulsing and dropping to the floor.

Corpse’s laugh was noticeably more manic now, getting a lot more high pitched and erratic. For a second, Sykkuno laughed with him, then when Corpse’s went on for too long, suddenly looked confused on his stream, turning to face the general vicinity he Corpse’s character was.

So he spoke through their always open discord chat. “Uhh, Corpse? You okay there buddy?”

The stubborn man just kept laughing, Y/n increasingly getting concerned as she watched all 4 player’s streams on different devices one room over. Rae and Toast were chatting about the pills in the truck, so as to not alarm Corpse of the lowkey distraction they were doing to finish the game easy (aka getting at least 3 of them killed), and then giving excuses to stop streaming and giving Y/n a chance to haul his ass to bed.

Sykkuno on the other hand, was now (against all plans spoken about prior) continuing to talk to Corpse.

“Corpse?” the timid man spoke once more, finally reaching the ever more manic Corpse.

All of a sudden, an eerie silence fell around the two of them, settling for a few seconds before getting filled by a flat “Yea?” from Corpse.

Y/n could almost hear the sentence that Sy would reply to that, and at that moment, she knew, they were fucked.

With a quick “Fuckin shite” to both Rae and Toast’s chat, Y/n bounded over to Corpse’s office, hearing tail end of the question that was about to make Corpse’s brain go kaboom.

“You sound tired man, maybe you should sleep for a bit?”

She knew he only meant good. Sykkuno was just one of those guys that would never want to hurt anyone. She knew it, Corpse knew it, everyone knew it.

But her secret boyfriend was sleep deprived and going batshit crazy because of it, and currently, his trigger word was the word Sleep.

Y/n would give poor Sy a viking funeral if she can’t stop this.

“I am not tire-” Corpse was pretty intimidating when he wanted to be, and I knew that that low voice of his would scare every single hitman in a 1000 mile radius when used in a booming, angry way. And the way his voice was escalating was sure to end in said booming, angry way.

Y/n sprinted into his recording room, only partially wincing at the horridly loud bang the door made when she wrenched it open to fling herself at her boyfriend. The world seemed to slow as she soared through the air, uncaring if she knocked things out of the way.

Gotta make sure their baby Sy would never be at that end of Corpse’s fury.

She partially landed on his lap, torso hanging off the side. It hurt as her ribs made contact on the armrest of his computer chair, but it stopped his tirade with a surprised “Ooof!” and knocked him away from his PC.

“Honey!! Don’t yell at Sy!”

“Y/n???”

Oh shit.

Of course Sykkuno had to yell out her name during a stream. She had bet Toast 200 dollars that Sy would be the one to drop her name, and it was high time she cashed in.

Y/n fixed herself on Corpse’s lap, shoving his headphones off of him and forcing him into a hug. Of course he protested, but eventually relaxed in her grip, muttering about how his eyes and wrists hurt now but he promised to play with the OTV peeps and his insomnia hit him too hard these past few days.

“Baby,” he whispered hoarsely, his grip tightening on her as well. It only took a moment for Y/n to realize that her boyfriend was shaking, trying not to fall apart. “It hurts.”

She ran her fingers through his hair, putting a kiss on the top of his head as he relaxed even more. They had to move to a more comfortable space soon or else Corpse would fall asleep here and she would have to move him (which at 5 feet, is not very easy.) but he was relaxing and Y/n couldn’t make herself distract him from that.

“I know babe, it’s okay. We’ll breathe through it. You can do it, I know you can.” Corpse would never fess up to crying, but the growing patch of tears on her sweater was evidence of the amount of pain that he was experiencing.

His dedication was amazing, but a lot of the time he sacrificed his health for it. So as much as she didn’t want to hold him back, sometimes she really just had to step in and meddle to save him from himself.

They stayed like that for a while, Y/n occasionally having to coach him through his breathing, but overall, they were doing fine.

Y/n smiled into his hair when he finally stopped shaking. “That’s it babe, you’re doing amazing.” she whispered, moving to get off his lap. She wasn’t the lightest person despite her shortness, her curves never letting her be skinny, so she was sure that her sitting on his lap was making his legs go numb. Corpse, on the other hand, only held on tighter, basically turning into a koala at this point.

“Corpse, Honey, your legs are gonna go numb, babe.” she giggled. She tried to put him at arm’s length, but her apparently octopus boyfriend had planned to never let her go.

“No.” he mumbled, pressing his face ever tighter into her sweater, making her giggle, in turn, making him smile.

Eventually, he detached his face from her sweater and peeked up at his girlfriend, the visual of his tousled hair, pout, one sparkling eye and the other now only partially covered by his falling eyepatch, but both with smudged eyeliner and mirth, made her melt. “Don’t go, please?” Y/n giggled at him. “I’m not gonna leave babe, I just gotta get off your lap before I make your legs undergo hypoxia.”

“I’d let them cut off my legs if it meant having you here forever.” if she hadn’t already fallen in love with this man, she would say that this was the moment that she fell in love with him. But falling in love with him over and over again was probably something that she would never stop doing, even if Corpse ever decided to not love her back one day.

They were jolted out of their happy little bubble when they heard a loud screech coming from his headphones making a sound more akin to blasting speakers than headphones, which had apparently fallen just beside them on the table instead of the floor like Y/n anticipated. “STOP YOUR LOVING AND GO TO SLEEP CORPSE!” Rae screeched, making the both of them laugh out loud, but one look at his screen stopped them at their tracks.

Corpse was miraculously still alive in game, Rae’s character moving back and forth in front of his.

Rae… was streaming, right?

Oh shit numero dos.

One look at the chat showed that they had just outed themselves. The sappy couple making everyone watching go absolutely bonkers at the chat.

“WHO IS THAT?” -ijustlovemakingsounds

“HONEY???? BABE?????” - corpseybae

“WHAT IS HAPPENING??” -randomuser

“IS CORPSE OKAY?” -ShinigamiEyes

“CORPSE??” -corpsekkuno28

“BABY?????” -honestlywtf

“HE’S SO SWEET OMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!” -cutiepiecorpsey

“WAIT WAIT WAIT IS HE OKAY????” -omgilovehim

“WHO THE HECK??” -wifeyyyycorpse

Both parties were staring wide eyed at the screens. Even with slow mode on, the chat was going a hundred miles per hour and all they were seeing were screaming chats in all caps zooming up.

For a second Y/n just kept staring quietly, and then the first giggle escaped her and soon, both of them were a giggling pile of sweaters and limbs on Corpse’s computer chair, not even trying to stop their antics. Rae screamed another “YOU’RE BOTH CUTE AND WE ALL KNOW IT STOP AND SLEEP!!”

The laughter seemed endless.

It was the sound of Y/n’s phone ringing from the other room that finally got her up from the warm confines of Corpse’s lap. But before she left, she was going to make sure that Corpse was not just going to continue streaming in her absence.

“Sooo….” Y/n turned them over so that she was facing the screen and not him, talking directly into the mic as she scrambled for the headphones she had shoved off of his head. “Yes Corpse Husband has a Corpse wife and she’s now taking him back to their coffins because the hubby is a stubborn piece of shit and has not slept in more than 50 hours.”

The casual information drop made the chat go even crazier, people now freaking out about her, trying to find out who she was, what she did, when and where they met, stuff like that. “I’ll see what I can do to answer your questions, you simps. But I gotta knock him out for now, and I promise you won’t be left hanging.”

She felt him wrap his arms around her waist once more, feeling him press his face tightly against her back. “Baby,” he started to say, but Y/n cut him off with a few pats to wherever she could reach behind her.

“Sorry, but the jackass is now cut off from the mic and shall be cut off until he sleeps, so I shall be the one to say, good day to you sirs and madams, he shall see you on the next one! Bye!!!!”

Then a pause, and a quietly frustrated “Hun, how do you turn it off??”

The chat was flooded with variations of “She’s so cute!!” and as tempted as he was to keep it going for a bit, he knew that it would upset and worry his adorable girlfriend to do so.

So from his vantage point, he just mumbled a quick “Bye!” before cutting off stream. Normally, he would stay and read superchats and see how many new members he had gained, but this time, his tiny, but determined girlfriend was dead set on getting him to chill his ass out.

And he let you.

He watched as you dragged him off to bed, tucking him in all the fluffy blankets you’d gotten for his comfort, smiled as you eagerly burrowed yourself under the fluff with him, sighed contentedly as your warmth surrounded him as you cuddled into him.

He basked in your presence as he held you back just as tight, feeling you plant a kiss in his hair and smile as he relaxed ever more. From across the room, the mirror reflected the image of the two of you, touching the deepest recesses of the soul he would never claim to have.

And as he drifted off, he watched as you glowed in the streaks of the fading afternoon sun, peeking through their heavy curtains, he thought:

What more was there to ask for?

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aether0moon · 3 years

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just a fanart i did for corpse's bday, but forgot to post here as well.. woohoo. :)) ft. sykkuno. 🥺🥺

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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inspirational ~ corpse husband

word count: 1589

request?: yes!

“Hi! I was wondering if you could do a corpse husband imagine where the reader has a feeding tube? If you can’t that’s perfectly fine, I just haven’t been able to find one yet.”

description: in which the group plays with a popular streamer that has a feeding tube and corpse tells her how much she inspires him

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of chronic pain and cancer, also i only know a little bit about feedings tubes, i tried to do research in order to make myself more familiar but if there’s a lot of inaccuracies or anything i am very sorry i’m gonna try my best

masterlist (one, two)

Corpse listened to his friends shouting at one another to accuse each other of being sus. As usual, there was no use in trying to get a word in. Corpse spoke so softly that no one would even hear him unless they wanted to hear what he was saying.

“(Y/N)!” Toast suddenly exclaimed. “You’re being very quiet right now.”

“Because my damn tube is mixed up in my headphone wires!” (Y/N) exclaimed, sounding like she was far away from her mic. The group chuckled and continued with their conversation about who they thought the imposter was.

(Y/N) was a known Twitch streamer and YouTuber that rose to popularity when she started a series on her YouTube channel to show her journey through cancer treatments. Long before his own sudden boom in popularity, Corpse had watched all of her videos and became invested in her Twitch streams as well. Being someone who also struggled with chronic illness and pain, Corpse felt a sense of hope watching (Y/N) go through her treatment and still seem to optimistic in life and so productive in her YouTube and Twitch channels.

When Toast messaged the Amigops group to ask if anyone wanted to join his Among Us lobby with (Y/N), Corpse jumped at the chance. He hadn’t had much time to speak with her alone, but he was hoping to be able to tell her how much watching her content lifted him up during his worst times.

The meeting ended with no one being voted and brought them back to the office of the Polus map. Since they were playing with proximity chat, the argument from the meeting immediately continued with Rae and Toast warning everyone to stay away from Sean, who they were susing at the second imposter after already voting out Charlie.

Corpse watched (Y/N)’s pink astronaut run out of the office, silent amongst the chaos. He waited a moment before deciding to follow her, hoping he could meet her somewhere alone so he could talk to her.

He ran into O2 and noticed a pink bean in the boiler room stood by the water wheels. He ran in and stood in the doorway a moment before speaking.

“Hello (Y/N).”

“Ah fuck!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Corpse! Don’t scare me like that!”

Corpse chuckled. “Sorry, I’ll warn you next time.”

“Are you here to kill me?”

“Maybe.”

“I’m okay with that. I feel like being killed by Corpse Husband in Among Us is like a rite of passage at this point.”

Corpse slowly approached (Y/N) to which she quickly ran away from him to the other water wheel. He laughed again before assuring her, “I’m not an imposter, you can trust me.”

“I don’t think I can, but I will choose to trust,” she told him.

“I actually came looking for you because I wanted to talk to you.”

“What did you want to talk about?”

There were so many things running through Corpse’s mind. He just wanted to blurt out everything he had thought about (Y/N) and her story, to thank her for giving him hope, to tell her what an inspiration she was. But his words caught in his throat and he struggled to get anything out.

Finally, he said, “What’s it like trying to be a streamer with your...with the um...”

“The feeding tube?” (Y/N) finished for him. “You can say it, Corpse. It’s not exactly a secret.”

He sighed, glad that she had a joking tone about it. “Yeah, with the feeding tube.”

“It’s annoying,” (Y/N) admitted. “Like...I’m assuming you’ve seen my streams or my videos but for the sake of anyone watching your stream who hasn’t: I have a nasogastric feeding tube, or an NG-tube, which is a feeding tube that goes in through the nose. As cliché as it is, just picture Hazel Grace from the Fault in our Stars. Additional cliché, I have it because I had cancer and the treatments left me so malnourished that I need a feeding tube even after I’ve gone into remission. So, because it’s tubes that are connected in my nose, I keep getting my headphone wires tangled in my tube or, very rarely, my mic wires, and it’s fucking annoying. It hurts like a bitch when I go to stand up and I yank the wires by accident or something.”

“Does...does anything else hurt? Because of the cancer or the treatment or anything?”

“Not as much as it used to. I went into remission like nearly a year ago, so I’m doing better. It’s a process, but it’s had an amazing outcome in the end so I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“I find you really inspirational,” Corpse finally blurted.

He felt his face heat up with slight embarrassment as (Y/N) giggled. “You do?”

“Yeah. I followed your series about your recovery and I’ve watched some of your livestreams every now and then. What always stood out to me was when you talked about the negative side effects of your treatment, and eventually having to put the feeding tube in and how you’ve found that effects you, too. Being someone with chronic illness and constant pain, I’ve also had those days where it feels like even getting out of bed is too much work and I don’t feel like I can stream or make a video, but then my anxiety tells me that everyone is going to forget about me if I don’t make some type of content, so it’s just an internal struggle when really I should be resting.”

“Being a content creator and having an illness is tough,” (Y/N) agreed. “It feels like you can’t take a day off. I sometimes regret making that series because on days that I felt absolutely awful, I didn’t want to film or edit anything, but I felt like I had to because so many people were watching. Ironically enough, that became the topic of one of those videos; I just sat in front of my camera looking the worst I think I’ve ever looked on camera and talked about how exhausted I felt just from being alive, but felt like I couldn’t rest because of my channel. That’s when I started taking longer breaks between videos and streaming. Your fans won’t leave you, not the true fans anyways. They’ll always be by your side even if you decide to disappear from the Internet forever.”

Corpse half smiled to himself. “I’ve thought about doing that sometimes.”

“It’ll be easy for you to do that where you’re faceless. No one would bother you even after you left the Internet cause they’d have no idea it was you unless you spoke.”

A brief pause in their conversation caused them to hear Sean yelling as he ran past the room. (Y/N) giggled and walked out of the room. Corpse followed, hoping to continue the conversation somewhere else.

“It means a lot to me that you think that about me, though,” (Y/N) continued as she ran into the storage room. “I find you pretty inspirational too.”

This took Corpse by surprise. He didn’t know how to respond. Sure, he heard that all the time from his fans, and it always meant the world to him to know that people found him to be an inspiration, but it felt different to hear that from someone he had looked up to for so long.

“I wish I could’ve been a faceless creator like you,” she said when Corpse didn’t respond. “One of my biggest regrets is probably showing my face online. Although, it wouldn’t make sense for me not to show my face when I’m making a series about cancer treatment, but people can be mean. Even when someone is struggling with illness or a disease, the Internet doesn’t care. Whatever makes them feel better over someone else feeling like shit.”

“I still get a lot of hateful messages even though I’m faceless, though.”

“You do, but you’re so unbothered by it. Publicly anyways. When I get messages about how sickly I look I get so overwhelmed with sadness and I just wanna delete my channel forever. I can’t even fake not caring because it really does effect me.”

“Stick with me, I’ll teach you my ways. My favorite is trolling the troll.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “I’d like that a lot.”

Corpse watched (Y/N)’s pink bean approach his black one. “I’m glad we had this chat, Corpse. It made me really happy, but now it also makes doing this a lot harder.”

Corpse gasped as a kill animation popped up on the screen and (Y/N)’s astronaut quickly disappeared into the nearby vent. He was stunned into silence for a long time, just watching his ghost floating above his dead body. To make matters worse, (Y/N) had closed the door to storage so no one would find his body unless they had to go in there.

Charlie’s ghost floated through the walls and came to float next to Corpse’s. “Figured out Jack wasn’t the other imposter, huh?”

“Yeah,” Corpse said, laughing. “She really had me fooled. Buttered me up with compliments then killed me.”

“I taught her well,” Charlie comments before floating away again.

Corpse couldn’t help but laugh about the situation. He wasn’t mad, more impressed than anything. And he was a little happy; he got to talk to someone that had always been an inspiration to him and he made a new friend.

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fxckingghxst · 3 years

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Last Hope

pt.1 || pt.2

Pairing: Ghoul!Corpse Husband x Half Ghoul!GN!reader

Genre: fluff (mainly)/AU (Tokyo Ghoul!AU) some angst just because there’s hinted death (none of the main characters)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of eating flesh (It’s Tokyo Ghoul tho so it’s kinda a given)

WC: ~4.3k

Request: a corpse husband x gender neutral reader tokyo ghoul au where reader is a half ghoul tattoo artist and corpse is a full ghoul that makes masks for other ghouls . the reader goes to buy a new mask but they are ambushed by the ccg and corpse saves the reader and brings them to a ghoul friendly coffee shop (maybe the owners of the coffee shop could be the amigops)

A/N: OKAY!!! I really loved to write this one, as you can see cause it’s over 4 thousand words lmaoo, but really I loved this request and Tokyo Ghoul so much!!! Thanks for the request hun!! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! (side note-the title makes it sound super angsty, but I assure you it’s not really that angsty at all.)

“Fuck.” You swear under your breath as you take your mask off your face. You turn it around and groan as you notice the cracks on the left side and the big chunk that was missing from the right side. It was ruined. One more hit and it would most definitely be broken. You needed to get off the streets and fast.

You hide the mask in your jacket and pull your hood over your head, before making your way back down the alley. You had to be careful, cautious, and one step ahead of those assholes at the CCG. The doves.

It begins to rain and you’re put more on edge as your sense of smell is dulled. You were close to where you lived. You just have a few more corners to turn before you are finally safe. Your lungs were burning with each breath you took and now that the adrenaline has worn off you could feel your left leg burning. You looked down and saw your pant leg soaked with crimson blood.

“Damnit.” You mutter to yourself as you power through the pain and finally turn on the street you lived on. You froze before jumping back behind the corner as you saw two figures at your doorstep. “Fuck, fuck. Fuck.” You swore to yourself as you peeked around the corner again. Two men, briefcases in hand, were knocking at your door to your tattoo shop, where you had also lived. They knew where you worked and lived now. Damnit, you’re screwed.

He called himself Corpse and he ran a mask shop in an underground basement. He always wore a surgical mask to cover his face; you weren’t sure if he did it because he was a ghoul and wanted to conceal his identity, or if he just liked the style. Either way, it suited him and gave him this mysterious aurora. It made you want to know more about him. Plus he makes great masks. But, you didn’t know much else about him. You were just hoping he had an inkling of kindness in his heart to help you out.

It wasn’t too far away now, just a few more corners and you’re there. The pain in your leg was growing and you could feel your entire body starting to ache. Your mind was racing with the many ways this could go horribly wrong and your head was starting to throb. Your vision was getting a bit hazy and you concluded that you’ve probably lost too much blood. You needed something to eat in order to heal the wound on your leg, but killing out here would be dangerous. You might as well be leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for the doves to follow you. Maybe Corpse would have something on hand. You felt bad. Putting this amount of pressure on this person you’ve met once. You weren’t even sure you would help if you were put in that position. But you didn’t have any other choice.

You see the door to his shop and you check your surroundings carefully before limping out to the open and knocking on his door. It was late at night, or maybe early morning, you weren’t entirely sure. But you were surprised to see Corpse, still in his normal everyday clothes, looking wide awake. Does he not sleep much? No time to ask.

“I need your help. Please.” You plead and he looks you up and down, seeing your injuries and your disheveled appearance. Wordlessly he steps to the side and nods inside, allowing you in. You were shocked. You half expected him to just shut the door right in your face, but you weren’t gonna question it.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” You thank him and wince as you step down the stairs that lead to his shop.

“You’re injured?” He asks, looking to hear it from you.

“Yeah.” You confirm as you make it down the stairs. Corpse walks over to you and bends down to look at your injured leg. He peels the pants open where it was split open and you bite your lip as you hold in your groans of pain.

“Why isn’t it healing?” He asks you as he looks up at you and it was only then did you realize that he didn’t have his mask on, allowing you to see his entire face for the first time.

“I haven’t eaten in a while.” You stutter out and look away from him as you realize you were probably staring a bit too long at him. He hums in response before standing back up to his full height and leaving the room. You awkwardly stand in the middle of his shop and take in your surroundings. It was warm here, considering you were soaking wet from the rain, and you were grateful for that. His masks were on display on the wall to the right of you and you took a few painful steps in order to get a closer look at them all.

“Here.” His voice makes you jump and you turn around just in time to catch the brown paper bag. It smelled so good. Your mouth instantly salivates and your left eye turns black instantly as you tear open the bag and take a whiff of the lump of meat in your hand. You waste no time in devouring the human flesh in a few bites and licking the blood off your fingers. “I don’t have much food on me now, so that’ll have to do.” He says as you’re licking your pinky finger. He’s staring at your eye and you wipe away any remnants on your face with the back of your hand.

“I appreciate it,” You thank him before continuing, “I’m sorry for troubling you with all this. I don’t have anyone else I can turn to.” You reveal with a small shrug before turning back to the wall of masks. “How long does it take you to make one of these?” You change the subject as you point to the masks on the wall. You look over your shoulder at him as he takes a few steps to stand next to you.

“A few days if they have a lot of details. Simple ones are usually a day.” He responds and you nod as you set your eyes on one that was similar to yours.

“Hey, this one looks like mine.” You say as you pick it off the wall, admiring the design up close.

“I really liked your design when you brought it in for repairs, so I made one similar to it.” He says and you turn to face him. You pull your broken mask out from your jacket and hold it up to your face, just as the loose piece from the right side falls off onto the floor, revealing your cheek and jawline to the world.

“Your repairs were amazing, but I’m afraid I got into a little fight earlier and ended up breaking it.” You say as you hold your mask in your hand, looking at your first mask with a frown. It held a lot of memories, good and bad, but it had served its purpose. “How much are you asking for this one?” You ask as you look back to the newer mask, holding it over your face. “What do you think?” You ask another question, looking to hear his opinion, as you peek from behind the mask. He was covering his mouth and chin with his hand as the other was tucked under his arm. Was he blushing?

“It’s on the house. Your mask was the inspiration for it anyway, so you should have it.” He says and it’s your turn for you to blush. Heat fills your cheeks and crawls to the back of your neck as you shake your head.

“You worked hard on this, I can tell, let me at least pay you something for it. Or I could give you a tattoo! Free of charge! Any size!” You offer excitedly and he just laughs.

“I’ve never gotten a tattoo before.” He says and you can’t help the smirk from appearing on your face.

“I’d be the first to tattoo you then?” You ask with a hint of mischief in your voice and you see him grow redder at your question. You were flirting now. It wasn’t really something you did often unless it got you something you wanted/needed, but you thought his expressions were cute.

“Y-yeah, I guess.” He replies while scratching the back of his neck.

“Well, then I should probably give you my number so you can schedule an appointment.” You say as you look around for a pen and paper of some sort. You see a pen on a nearby table and a receipt on the floor next to the table. You pick up the receipt and find a blank spot to write your number and a little smiley face. You hand him the receipt and give him a smile. “Don’t be a stranger.” You say as he grabs the receipt from your hand, glancing at the numbers before looking back at you with a small smile.

“Yeah, course.” He replies and pockets the receipt in his front jeans pocket. “How’d you get hurt in the first place?” He asks and your eyes dart down to the pen in your hand, fiddling with it.

“Got caught eating dinner by some doves patrolling the ward.” You answer truthfully, hoping he doesn’t have a change of heart and throw you back out on the street now. Just mentioning the CCG in front of other ghouls is enough to silence a whole room.

“How many of them were there?” He asks as he looks back at your injured leg and the small scratches on your skin that were starting to heal, thanks to the meat Corpse gave you.

“Three of them. They caught me by surprise and attacked me. I injured one of them and got away, but there were more at my shop.” You say as you recall the events that took place less than an hour ago. You were still scared. You’ve never had a run in with the CCG before, only heard of the harsh and brutal ways they deal with ghouls. Especially rare ones like you, a half ghoul, you could only imagine what they’d do to you. You’ve heard other ghouls joke about it with you, “they’d dissect you to see if you’re different than regular ghouls,” “open you up and compare you to us ‘normal’ ghouls,” “cut your limbs off piece by piece to see if your health regeneration is different.” You’ve heard it all. You’ve imagined it all. Had nightmares about it.

“You think they were investigating you? I mean, how’d they know where you worked?” Corpse asks and you let out a long sigh at the thought. You hadn't thought about that. How did they know where your shop was? They must’ve been following you. But for how long? Days? Weeks? Months? Even if they had just started following you yesterday, a lot of your friends would be in danger. And now Corpse…

A knock on the door makes both of you jump and stare at the stairway that led to the door. They knocked again, louder and more aggressive this time and you flicked your head to Corpse, fear evident in your eyes. Corpse held no obvious emotion, but how could he not be scared. If it was the CCG he could just as well be dead as soon as he opens that door. And it would be your fault.

“Go hide over there. I’ll answer the door.” Corpse says before turning his back to you. You reach out and grab his wrist to stop him.

“Would if it’s the doves? They’ll kill you if they see anything suspicious. Just wait down here till they leave. They still have to follow the law, so they can’t just barge in.” You plead with him as they knock again. Your skin erupted in chills and you felt a line of sweat form on your forehead.

“It’ll be more suspicious if I don’t answer and if it’s them they’ll call more backup and we’ll have no chance to leave. Or it might just be one of my customers.” Corpse replies and you let go of his wrist as he walks towards the stairs. You turn to where he pointed earlier and hid in the wardrobe, leaving it slightly cracked so you could peek out.

Corpse adjusted his surgical mask back onto his face as he stood in front of the door, the knocks getting more impatient with each passing second. He reached for the doorknob, taking a deep breath, before opening the door just as a fist was about to knock again. He eyed the two men in suits up and down before looking back up at them. They were holding umbrellas as the rain kept up it’s harsh onslaught on them and they held briefcases close to them. The one who was about to knock straightened his posture and put his hand back down to his side.

“Can I help you?” Corpse asked the two men, keeping half his body hidden behind the door and drawing out his kagune. He had a koukaku type kagune, so he was able to hide it behind the door as his kagune wrapped around his right arm.

“Uh- yes. We’re wondering if you've seen this person around.” The one man asks and the other pulls out a blurry photo of you, most likely taken from far away or from a security camera. Corpse squints his eyes and leans his head forward to get a better look at the picture before shaking his head side to side.

“Sorry, but no.” Corpse responds and the investigator puts the photo back in his pocket.

“Do you mind if we come in and ask you some questions about the person in question? We have information that leads us to believe that they live in this neighborhood.” The one man says as he takes a step closer to the door.

“I’m sorry, but it’s super late right now. I have a kid in the back with the flu who just woke up because of your knocking. So, if you’ll excuse me.” He lies just before bowing his head and moving to close the door, until a foot is jammed in between the doorway. Corpse swears under his breath and opens the door a crack.

“We have reason to believe you’re hiding this one-eyed ghoul, Corpse.” The man says as he holds the handle of his briefcase a bit tighter. Corpse flexes his right fist before making the first move, punching through the door and hitting the two ghoul investigators back onto the ground of the alleyway.

You flinched at the loud sound and peeked through the wardrobe again. Your heart was racing. You couldn’t see anything, but you were sure that loud bang meant that something went wrong. Suddenly a body was flung down the stairs and hit the wall full of masks; the vibrations caused most of the masks to fall to the floor. You look closer and see a kagune and realize it’s Corpse. Instantly you fly out of the wardrobe just as one of the investigators comes down the stairs, ready to attack. You unleash your kagune, a ukaku type, and launch yourself forward, tackling the one investigator to the ground and landing a few punches to his face before he kicks you in the stomach. You jump backward and catch your breath before noticing the other man coming down the stairs with his weapon drawn. A tentacle-type quinque. He swings it and you're fast enough to dodge as it comes into contact with the cement floor, leaving a single mark across the floor.

“There you are, one-eyed ghoul.” The man you tackled earlier says as he fixes the glasses on his face and stands to his full height. “We’ve been tracking you for a long time. Ever since the 20th ward.” You freeze. You left the 20th ward six months ago. They’ve been watching you for six months. Following you.

“Y/n, run!” Corpse yells out at you as he lunges at the man, but your feet can’t move. You are too absorbed in your thoughts and wondering how many friends you’ve gotten killed in the last six months. No- how many ghouls you’ve gotten killed by the hands of the CCG. Why? Why you?

“Y/n!” Corpse calls out just as you are knocked backwards and thrown into the wall by the tentacle-like quinque of the second man. Your vision is blurring and your head throbs from hitting the cement wall. Your kagune disappears and you feel like crying. Not because you're about to die at the hands of these cruel doves who’ll probably laugh about this later. But for all the ghouls that have suffered because of you. How many ghouls have disappeared after you would see them? Your clients? Friends? Enemies? How many friends have turned up dead after you would see them the night before? Their families and friends were mourning their deaths with you. Are they dead as well? And now Corpse. All because they spoke with you. All because you were a one-eyed ghoul.

You open your eyes and see Corpse fighting off one of the men, pushing him back into the opposite wall before lunging at the man about to kill you. He digs his kagune into the man’s shoulder before flinging him behind him into the other man who was wobbling back onto his feet. They were both down, for now, and you felt arms pull you up off the ground and then the faint smell of rain filled your nostrils. All at once you felt the cold wet rain pelt your skin and you groggily picked your head up to look at your surroundings. You were outside and on the roof, well hopping from roof to roof. You assume it was Corpse carrying you away and all you could think about was why he wouldn’t just leave you behind to die. You were the whole reason his shop was destroyed and his near death experience.

You struggle in his arms, overcome with a bitter feeling of survivor's guilt, and he stops on a roof to set you down. You fall to your hands and knees with a thud as a wave of dizziness overcomes you and you feel Corpse lay a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He asks as he bends down next to you, occasionally looking back to see if those two men were following you two.

“Why’d you help me? I almost got you killed.” You mutter, just barely audible over the sound of the rain pelting the roof. You’re left in silence and you grind your teeth together as you pull yourself together. “I appreciate all your help up to this point, but I can’t ask for anymore help.” You tell him as you stand up to your full height. “I’m sorry.” You apologize sincerely and as you go to turn around, he catches your forearm and stops you.

“You think I’m just gonna let you run off and get killed? You’re stupider than I thought.” He says as he moves his hand down your arm and pulls you along with him towards the edge of the roof.

“Hey?! Stop! I don’t want you to get killed for helping me any further.” You reveal and he just scoffs before jumping off the roof, both of you landing safely on the ground.

“Stop jumping to conclusions and let me help you.” He tells you and you clench your jaw to keep your mouth shut. “I’m taking you to some friends of mine who can help.” He states as he turns a corner. He was still holding on to your hand, perhaps because he was afraid you’d run right back into the arms of those doves if he let go. And you were too distracted with your own thoughts to notice until he finally let go and left your warm hand feeling empty and a bit lighter than before.

“We’re here.” He states simply before walking up to the back door, of what you assumed to be a shop, and knocked four times. He took a step back and gave you a glance out of the corner of his eye. He usually never gets himself into these types of situations. He usually stays on the sidelines, watching from afar, gathering information if needed. But, with you, he wanted to help. He practically did it without thinking, the moment he opened his door and saw how terrified you looked he wanted to do nothing else but help you and protect you to the best of his abilities.

The door opens, knocking both you and Corpse from your inner thoughts as a young man opens the door a crack. He almost shuts it immediately after seeing you, an unfamiliar face, but Corpse’s voice stops him from doing so.

“Sykkuno?” The door paused and opened more to reveal more of the young man. Skinny and unintimidating. You wondered how this guy was supposed to help you with the doves. Certainly not through a head on fight.

“Corpse? Who’s this?” The man named Sykkuno asks him as he points to you. You feel small and timid in front of this person, unsure of who he was and how to act in front of him.

“A friend in need of some help.” He says and Sykkuno looks at you for a few long seconds before pulling the door open more for you two to enter. Corpse gestures to you to walk in first, but you’re hesitant. You don’t want anyone else to get hurt. Talking with these people will only get them killed once the CCG catches up to you.

“Y/n. Stop thinking nonsense and get inside before you catch a cold.” He says to you and you look down at your clothes, they’re soaked and suddenly the chill of the night catches up to you as you start shivering. You walk in the building and you’re met with the smell of coffee beans. A cafe? Is this a ghoul run cafe?

“Take a seat in here, I’ll grab Toast and Rae.” The man says before disappearing down the hall. Corpse guides you into a room where a couch and a few chairs are positioned in the middle of the room. A bookshelf lines one wall from floor to ceiling while cheap paintings cover the other three walls. It’s a completely bland room, but you’re on edge.

“They’ll help you hide from them. Give you a makeover, change your look, etcetera, etcetera.” Corpse says as he peels his wet mask off his face and tosses it onto the coffee table. Just then, three people walk into the room all carrying towels. You recognized Sykkuno, but the other two, a man and a woman, were unknown to you. The woman approaches you with a warm smile and hands you the towel in her hand while Sykkuno hands Corpse his towel. You take it and slowly dry your face off as the woman begins to talk to you.

“My name’s Rae and this is Toast and you’ve already met Sykkuno,” She introduces everyone before continuing, “What’s your name?” She asks and you look around at the three new faces. You weren’t 100% sure, but it seemed like they were worried for you, a complete stranger. You make eye contact with Corpse as he throws the towel over his wet hair and nods his head, as if telling you it’s okay to talk with them.

“I’m y/n.” You introduce yourself with a small, forced smile and they smile back.

“Well, y/n, you’re in safe hands now.” Toast says as he pats a hand on your shoulder reassuringly. “Cup of coffee?” He offers and the thought of a nice warm coffee has you instantly nodding your head. Toast laughs lightly before leaving the room to make a fresh cup for you. Rae pulls you over to the couch gently and instantly starts talking about her plans to change your appearance. You want to be nice and listen, but you're so exhausted. The events of the last hour catching up to you fully now that you’re sitting down and out of danger. Corpse notices.

“Rae, we can talk about this tomorrow. Right now I think they want to sleep.” He says and she panics slightly and apologizes to you, which you just wave off, before she grabs Sykkuno by the arm and drags him along with her out of the room.

“Get some sleep.” He says and you blink a few times before sitting up.

“My coffee-.”

“You can have coffee in the morning. Sleep.” His tone is commanding, but it’s soft and you find yourself zoning out almost instantly. Corpse grabbed a blanket from one of the chairs and draped it over your body, watching as you curl up underneath it and drift off to sleep- quite quickly he might add. You must’ve been exhausted. He smiles to himself at the sight before closing the door, allowing you a peaceful nights rest.

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allensimpsforcorpse · 3 years

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✦ ── 『 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 』── ✦

A knock came from her front door as she was scrolling through the bird app, laughing lightly at the fans commenting on her little conversation with Corpse and Dave. The three of them has been friends for a very long time now, not as long as her and Corpse, but it was long enough for her to consider Dave as someone important in her life. Her and Corpse trusts him; he has kept their identity a secret and respected their choice to stay as faceless youtubers for so long now.

Back to the present, the sudden call for her attention took her off guard. Did she order something and forgot? No, that can't be. Her anxiety wouldn't just let her forget if she has a package or order set to be delivered soon, so what was this?

Getting up, she made her way to the front door and peeped throught peep hole. It was a delivery man, but she really couldn't remember ever ordering anything. Deciding not to make the man wait any longer, she opened the door and grreted him with her usual polite smile. The man returned it and held out a donut box alongside a tall cup of her favorite starbucks drink. What in the world?

The bewildered woman quickly accepted the food and only stepped inside when he saw the delivery man disappear into the elevator, can't ever be too careful.

After locking her door once again, she took the box of donuts and drink to the kitchen and placed it on the counter. Upon opening the box, her nose was assaulted with the delicious smell of her favorite donuts, that growl was definitely not from her stomach, nope.

Just as she was about to take a bite one of it, she noticed that something was written on the cup of her drink. Other than her name, "Peace Offering" was also written on it with a neat handwriting and she already knew these were all from. Knowing him, he probably requested the bartender who made her drink to write it on the cup for him. A wide smile returned to her face as she re-closed the box and decided to eat it in her room where she left her phone in.

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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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I'm really really sorry if I'm bothering you rn but I just needed this atm

Could you please make a Amigops x Reader who just lost their closest family due to cancer? And that they were doing good but at the last moment they just died?

I'll take anything rn

- With love Kiabelle

PD: Please take care of yourself

Hello darling! Please never, and I mean ever think you're bothering me or anything along those lines. I'm always happy to hear from you and fulfill a request of yours. I'm really sorry if you or anyone who sees this post has had to lose someone to this horrible disease. 💔

Pairing: Amigops & Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of death in the family and battle with cancer

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

- Your friends knew something was seriously wrong when you stopped replying to their messages and answering their calls

- You had skipped out on a few streams at that point but with your day job and everything it wasn't anything new

- Thing is, you didn't tell them exactly why because it hurt too bad

- The more people knew about it the more real it seemed so you just wanted to keep it to yourself and grieve it out in your own time and comfort zone before confronting the outside world which you were certain would come with a ton of questions as well as reassurance and comforting words that, while appreciated, you knew would do little to soothe the ache in your heart

- You simply hadn't yet dealt with the fact that you had lost them

- Someone who's been a part of your life since day one and who knows you better than anyone else

- Someone you could rely on to listen to you, trust you, give you advice

- Someone who you saw and still see as a hero, a fighter who you were sure would win the battle against this horrible disease that took over their life out of the blue

- You were certain they'd come out of that duel victorious and cancer free

- Until you received the phone call informing you that they've lost

- That they took an unexpected hit that they couldn't recover from

- And the world moved on, which aggravated you in a way you knew wasn't healthy but you couldn't help it

- You couldn't help envying the people who walked on by and had no idea that someone so important had been wiped from this world, a heart of gold is no longer beating

- You couldn't handle it

- A week into your grieving, you receive a phone call

- Having been woken up by it from a nap and with your eyes blurred and stinging from all the exhausting crying, you misread the caller ID

- And so, you answered

- It was a group call with Corpse, Rae, Sykkuno and Toast

- But you didn't know that

- "Hey Mae, don't worry about me, really. I'm fine....really. I'm still processing it all...I just need time, ok? Don't worry, I'll be alright."

- There was a beat of silence that confused you but you remained patient

- And that's when Rae's voice came in through from the other end

- "Y/N? Is everything ok?"

- The realization of the mistake you've made hits you instantly

- But still doesn't hit you as hard as the question and the thought that resurfaces in your head

- They have no idea...

- "No!" You could no longer hold back, not when you've been crying by yourself all this time, always without a shoulder to lean on or arms to wrap around you

- And so you let it all out, content with the comforting silence that's replaced the aforementioned expected but vain words

- Over-valued words

- "I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry to burst like that, guys. I'm sorry I'm such a downer." You said after gathering enough control of your voice

- It felt good to get the weight off your chest, but the way that made you feel guilty was also unbearable and you knew it was wrong too

- And your friends are quick to confirm that

- "Y/N, don't apologize, we're your friends." Rae says with a sniffle too.

- Yes, you managed to make her tear up but she's holding herself well for your sake and the others' too

- "That's what we're here for. For whatever you need and whenever you need it." Corpse adds

- "Wish you would've told us sooner so it wouldn't have all built up like this." Toast also speaks up

- "Yeah, I mean, we're not professionals, but we would've done our best to help." Sykkuno backs him up

- "We love you, Y/N and we never want you to feel like you can't turn to us or rely on us." Rae tells you soothingly

- "And whatever emotion is weighing on you, you can always express to us." Corpse reassures

- "There's not much we can do with the distance and it can make a person feel helpless being miles and miles away from a friend in need of help or support but..." Toast trails off

- "We'll always try to do something, even if it isn't much." Sykkuno catches his line and finishes it for him

- The pit in your chest has now been filled with warmth, making you question why you hadn't turned to them sooner indeed

- Of course, the pain is still there, but it's numbed, even if only a bit

- To know that there's people who, metaphorically or not, would wrap their arms around you and let you cry on their shoulder is one of the best painkillers

- And the best heartbreak medication

- "You've already done more than enough, guys. I can't express how grateful I am." You sniffle, wiping your damp eyes and cheeks with the sleeve of your hoodie

- Only four words are on your mind, so you say them: "I love you guys."

- "We love you too, Y/N."

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Dodging Hints

Valkyrae x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Harmless, Non-Suggestive Flirting (idk if that counts), Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: One can easily overthink, overlook or misunderstand signals sent to them by the person they’re interested in. But, then there’s Rae who, according to basically everyone who knows her and Y/N, is actively dodging any and all hints thrown at her.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for request a fic with Rae, I don’t have many of those and it’s safe to say you made me super happy with your ask! So sorry you’ve had to wait so long for the fic to be written and posted but here it is now and I hope you come across it, give it a read and enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey Corpse, is Y/N gonna be running late or what?“ Rae should’ve automatically known better than to ask that question while in the call with three of the biggest shippers of her and said missing player Y/N.

She should’ve known better than to literally paint a target on her back like this and be the recipient of Lord knows how many teases to come in the following four hours they have been planning to spend playing different multiplayer games. She doesn’t even have the stream shield today, the whole event happening off-camera has her defenseless against her friends who are not known for hesitating before being honest.

“Don’t you know?“ Corpse kicks off today’s ‘annoying Rae‘ session in his signature suggestive tone of voice when he answers her question with one of his own.

“How am I supposed to know, Corpse?“ Being down this road many times, Rae has grown tired of dealing with it and now tends to reply to their snarky remarks with a monotone, exhausted tone to let them in on how ridiculous she sees them as.

Her method hasn’t proven to be successful so far but she can always keep trying, right?

“Oh please, how could you not? You two are constantly in each other’s orbit there’s no way there’s something you don’t know about each other.“ He replies, semi-annoyed.

Well, there’s at least one thing Y/N doesn’t know about me, Rae thinks to herself, shaking her head to push the thought away.

Little does she know, there’s at least one thing she doesn’t know about Y/N as well.

She sighs, “This is clearly not going anywhere. Does anyone else know where she is?“

Poki cuts her friend’s losses, surprisingly withholding the urge to tease her even a little bit as she answers her question, “She won’t be joining us. Last minute event to attend or something, I don’t know, she was talking eleven miles an hour over the phone but that’s what I managed to comprehend...Sorry she can’t be here.“ Although the comment slipped her on accident, she said it genuinely and in no way with the intentions of getting on Rae’s nerves which she gladly appreciates.

“It’s ok.“ She says, faking a smile in her voice, However, if Rae’s being honest, it’s ok only partly. It’s not so much that Y/N can’t be here - that too, but not as much as it has to do with the second reason: she didn’t tell her. She told Poki instead. Normally, she’d be the first to know if her friend wouldn��t be attending a stream or join the call but today she was completely left in the dark.

She doesn’t say anything regarding those concerns, though, and allows the cheery and joyful atmosphere her friends have created take her over as well. As much as she can allow herself to get distracted, at least.

However, she doesn’t need to say anything for Corpse to catch onto that fake happiness in her voice. But he doesn’t say anything either, knowing better than to talk to her about it in front of an ‘audience’.

And so the round begins with so many things unsaid.

Rae’s rather uninterested in the tasks she’s completing or the game in general.

So much for taking my mind off of it, she scoffs inwardly, afraid someone might hear her if she says it out loud considering they’re playing with proximity chat.

And boy is she glad she didn’t say it because only seconds later, as she’s doing the wiring task in Electrical, Corpse waltzes in.

“Sup Corpse?“ She asks as she finishes said task, glad she’s taking suspicion off herself as the bar fills up a bit more as evidence that she’s in the clear.

“Ok, enough of that, either tell me what’s going on or I’m killing you.“ He threatens weakly, clearly repressing a grin as he says it.

Rae rolls her eyes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Corpsy...”, she trails off, thinking of a way she can get out of the situation. Truth be told, she doesn’t mind getting killed in the game. It’s just a game and she could really use a break to do something that totally has nothing to do with checking up on Y/N. Definitely nothing to do with that. No way.

“Don’t undermine my intelligence, Rae, I see right through you.“ Corpse replies, causing Rae to press her lips together in a line, finding herself backed up in a corner. “And if you don’t believe the threat...“ He jumps in the vent on his left real quick as to prove a point, not that he really needed to, anyway.

“Ok, ok, I get it! Come back.“ It’s only now that she realizes just how much she’s needed to talk to someone about it. But she’d be damned if she admitted it. “Since you’re so adamant on jabbing your nose where it doesn’t belong, I guess I’ll fill you in on....everything?“

Jumping out of the vent, Corpse doesn’t try to hide his enthusiasm, “I’m all ears.“

"Ok, ok, you're being too much right now. It's not like there's anything to tell really." Rae says, rolling er eyes, "I like Y/N, she doesn't like me back, that's that."

She can hear the sound of Corpse face palming and sighing like a parent would when their child disappoints them.

"It's getting real hard to believe you're not doing this on purpose." He says, exasperated.

She furrows her brows in confusion, "Doing what on purpose?"

"Ignoring Y/N's hints, damn it! You're practically dodging them and making it seem as though you couldn't care less about them and her altogether!"

She retaliates, "I'm not ignoring anything, you're just reading too much into it! You know better than anyone that she's like that with everyone! She's naturally sweet, kind, caring and flirty with just about every single person she ever meets." Her voice falls to a whisper when she finishes her statement, the words stinging, "I'm not special to her."

"Okay, fuck this, I'm done with this." Without a second to spare, Corpse kills Rae in an instant, earning him a surprised and downright offended scream from her.

"HEY! What the hell, Corpse?!"

"There, now you can give Y/N a call." He replies, sounding satisfied and smug as ever before walking off, leaving her and her dead body behind.

Still infuriated, Rae leans back in her chair, staring up at the ceiling as if that’s what’s gonna pick a solution for her and present it before her eyes so she can make her next move. Truth is, she doesn’t even know if she wants to make one. It’s confusing and risky and so overwhelming to think that with a single sentence she can ruin a friendship or make it awkward forever from this point onward.

She runs a hand through her hair, feeling stranded on a tightrope with a bottomless abyss below. On one hand, she cannot hold it in and keep herself in the dark like this anymore; on the other, however, the risk is too big. Either way, it doesn’t look like she’ll be able to make it across. Either way, she’ll fall, but ‘how?’ is the question that’s troubling her.

Oh, what the hell? A friendly phone call is the least I can resort to right now, she decides with a sigh, hoping she’ll be able to improvise in the moment and figure out what she’s gonna say or do. And as a person who tends to plan everything in advance, she’s terrified.

She sits in loud silence as the dialing tone pierces her ear, half hoping Y/N won’t pick up the call and then hating herself because of her because of it. The wait is what’s driving her crazy the most - it doesn’t sit right with her that a dial tone is standing between her and the potentially biggest confession of her life.

“Hey hun!“ The cheery and upbeat as always voice of Y/N’s surprises the streamer, freeing her from her thoughts. There’s some background noise suggesting she’s still out and about in the city.

“Hi Y/N. Um, is everything alright? Are you ok?“ She cringes - as mentioned, improvisation is not her typical choice of handling situations.

Y/N is quick to reply though, “Oh, didn’t Poki tell you? My friend’s baby shower is tomorrow and I need to get a gift. You know me and my procrastination.” She laughs, “Suggestions are welcome, by the way. That is if you’ve got the time, of course. Oh, and say hi to the others.“

Just as Rae is about to respond with a semi-dismissive and slightly indecisive response, she gets an idea and swerves in a different lane, “Where are you? I can come help you out in person.”

The bafflement is clear in Y/N’s voice when she speaks again, “Wait, what about the gathering?”

“Technical difficulties, my computer’s a piece of crap.“ Finally a proper improvisation, “So...where are you?“

“Aww, someone’s eager to spend time with me.“ She gushes teasingly, reddening Rae’s cheeks.

She rolls her eyes, “As if you’re not eager to hang out with me too.“

Scoffing playfully, the girl dodges a direct answer and instead tells the other girl her whereabouts.

* * *

“You’re a life saver, I gotta admit, I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.“ Y/N says, taking a sip of her soda.

The two are sitting in the food court of the mall, a giant, thankfully folded, baby carriage sitting by Y/N’s chair as the two have lunch, chit chatting after the long day they - especially Y/N - have had.

“I indeed am, among other things.“ Rae shrugs smugly, “And also thank you for lunch, you really didn’t have to.”

The other girl shakes her head, “It’s the least of a thanks I can express. And plus, I’m chivalrous.” She winks, earning herself an eye-roll from her friend.

“Not you’re not! Corpse would die laughing if he heard that claim.“ She says, shaking her head with a smile on her face.

“He can knock himself out - I’m only chivalrous for you.“ She leans back, making eye contact with Rae, making her heart skip a beat.

Little does she know, Rae’s does the same.

That eye contact, that is enough to get the words out of Rae, “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t joining the gathering?”

Y/N is not at all taken aback by the question and is instead quick to shrug, “I didn’t want to bother you. I can take the hint that you’re avoiding me.” She fakes a small curve at the corner of her lips to upkeep her ‘it is what it is’ appearance, “Didn’t think you’d even notice my absence, if I’m being honest.”

The streamer’s eyebrows furrow as her posture automatically shifts to slightly leaning over the table, eyes lingering on the hand Y/N’s rested on the table, barely managing to prevent her own from taking hold of it. “That was the first thing I noticed - and I don’t care how fake or cheesy it sounds to you, but it’s the truth. You’re the first person that came to mind when I accepted Sykkuno’s invitation to the event. I was so excited to talk to you and was hoping we’d get impostors together cuz....well, I don’t know, we just work well together.”

Y/N exhales defeatedly, but there’s also some relief in the mix, “You know I thought of the same thing but mirrored - I didn’t want to take part in the gathering in the first place, the gift was just a convenient excuse.” She rests her forehead in the palm of her hand, “I mean, it’s one thing to like somebody and give them subtle signs, and another to make them uncomfortable with said signs. Seems to me I crossed that line.”

Looking down, she fails to notice the shock and astonishment on Rae’s face as a result of her words, unable to believe what she heard.

“Wait...you like me? Like, like like me?“ She fidgets with her hands when Y/N’s eyes meet hers once again.

She shakes her head, “Thought I was obvious enough to have you start avoiding me. When your hints are that clear, it would only make sense for the other person to not ‘notice’ them if they’re purposely dodging them. Mostly cause they aren’t interested.” She sighs, fixating her gaze on the soda cup just so she doesn’t have to look at Rae, “Wish you’d just told me you weren’t interested. Would’ve made it a lot easier on me.”

“What do you mean I’m not interested in you?“ Now that manages to catch Y/N off guard finally, “I-I gave you space cause I felt like my feelings were making me suffocate you. I felt like I was pushing you away! I wish....I wish I didn’t let my mind talk me out of what my heart was telling me was the right thing.”

Raising an eyebrow, the other girl smirks, “So it did manage to talk you out of it?”

Rae returns her the smirk, “Not completely and definitely not anymore.”

Oh how Corpse would’ve been proud to see this take place. How he’d be overjoyed and/or yell ‘FUCKING FINALLY!’. How he’d make sure they know they owe him big time. Well, until he gets further disclosure, he’ll be in the dark about the kiss the two girls shared over a table in the food court of a mall.

@nyctophiliiiiaaa @squirreljoe

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Noodles

Emma Langevin x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: As a member of the Amigops, Y/N’s known for many things: for her Among Us skills, for her witty sarcasm, for the crazy make-up looks she’s probably the only one who could pull off...However, now she’s known for two new things due to a lucky coincidence.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your wonderful request darling, I absolutely loved writing the plot and turning it into a full fic. So sorry for the long wait you had to endure but I still hope you come across it and give it a read! If so, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“So much for a clean kill, I say the knife going into his throat. I saw it!“ If someone is gonna quarrel with the almighty Y/N, of course, it’s gonna be Charlie. Sarcasm fights sarcasm, wit battles wit, snarky comments flying left and right. Seeing as how he’s the only one to openly oppose her, he takes each and every opportunity, sometimes even creates his own just to mess with her.

And, surprisingly enough, it’s successful 9/10 times.

For instance to use as an example to showcase the aforementioned occurrence, we needn’t look any further than the argument they’re currently stirring - Charlie claiming he saw Y/N kill the body that was just reported by her no less.

“What in the name of fuck are you even on about, you weren’t even in the room! The body was there when I walked in!“ She counters his claim with far more fire than he’s offering. That’s the classic sibling dynamic between the two: one is super casual with their side of the argument, while the other is highly heated. “For all I know, you could’ve killed him and vented!“

“There isn’t a vent in that room, sill Y/N/N.“ He chuckles like a smartass while spewing complete nonsense. He hadn’t run into Y/N for the entirety of the game let alone see her commit a kill.

“Yes there fucking is!!!“ She exclaims, face reddening to match her lipstick.

“Hey guys, how about we just skip.“ Corpse interferes, clearly holding back laughter, “I mean..it isn’t going anywhere...“

“Oh, no fucking way!“ Y/N replies before Charlie could even open his mouth, “I’m not gonna pass as possibly-guilty because someone...“

Y/N’s voice is cut off by the sound of the streaming room door creaking open, a figure peering into the room, another female voice now speaking.

“Babe, want noodles?“ The voice, oddly familiar to many of the people in the call and the viewers watching the stream alike, “You haven’t eaten all day, you sound hangry.”

Practically forgetting she’s on camera, Y/N spins in her chair to look at her visitor, aka her girlfriend of about nine months, “Nah hun, I’m not hungry. Thanks for the offer though.”

“Emma is that you?“ Corpse calls out, startling Y/N who is suddenly reminded that people heard this brief but very self-explanatory interaction.

“Oh!“ The voice yelps, a few steps echoing before the person’s full body and face are exposed to the camera lens and are shown for all the viewers to see. “Hi Corpse!“

“Pretty sure he can’t see you, Em.“ Y/N says, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. Her and Emma had been keeping their relationship on the down low since the beginning with the agreement that they would make it public on their one year anniversary. Never did either of them think that the reveal would go down like this. Truth be told, they wanted to make a whole stream dedicated to it but well this can work too probably...

“No, no, I can see her. And I can see your red-ass face too, Y/N.“ He chuckles, “I opened your stream the second you and Charlie started going at it.“

While Y/N’s face is getting even redder, Emma, with little to no care whatsoever, plops down on her girlfriend’s lap seeing as how there are no other seats in the room. “Ohh, that’s what all the yelling was about.”

“Charlie, the raincloud above Y/N’s existence.“ Charlie introduces himself, proudly announcing his role, “Pleasure to meet you.“

“Emma, Y/N’s girlfriend.“ She responds, pinching Y/N’s cheek, “I’d suggest knowing your limit. She’s likely to skin you alive if you catch her at a wrong time.“

“Yeah, I know. Corpse has warned me.“ He replies with a chuckle.

“Of course he did.“ Y/N mutters under her breath in somewhat displeasure of what has been said.

“Well, if not your best friend, who will warn people of how lethal you can be?“ Corpse says in his ‘defense‘ clearly still stifling that laugh from before only stronger this time. “Oh, and speaking of which, how luck am I that two of my best friends are dating!“

“Let me tell ya - hella lucky. You need to thank us and fortunately for you we only accept gratitude in cash form. No credit.“ Emma retorts with a friendly fire much like the one which is common for Y/N.

“Noted.“ Corpse salutes.

“Yay.“ Y/N says and probably now holds the world record for the least enthusiastic ‘yay‘ in history. Who can blame her though - she wanted a romantic reveal of her relationship with the love of her life and yet she got something worse than if she had ordered it online: she got a relationship reveal over an offer for noodles. Imagine that.

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allensimpsforcorpse · 3 years

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𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎? 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚠. | c.h

Pairing :: Corpse Husband x F! Reader

Requested :: by Anon

Summary :: In the middle of pre-stream Proximity Among Us, reader's ex asks everyone a question that Corpse and Reader took as a chance to jokingly destroy him

Warning/s :: Crack fic, Swearing, Corpse and Reader making fun of Reader's Ex, Ex is named after a friend of mine lol

A/N :: I absolutely adore this request! I certainly had fun writing this, thank you for requesting, Anon! I hope it was worth the wait! Taglist (for all my future Corpse fics and my one multi-chaptered fic) and Requests are open

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I laughed as (y/n) continues to sing Let It Go from Frozen purposely out of key, making it hard to properly do the Calibrate Distributor task due to how hard I was laughing at the moment. Thank whoever is up there that we were not streaming at the moment, god knows how much I will be teased or be called a simp by my fans for what is currently happening. I can hear some of our friends laughing as they got close enough to hear her singing and I even saw Toast slowly back out of the electrical!

Finally, I finished my task and started to run out of the room. As much as I adore being around her, her singing will make it hard for me to finish my tasks. I know she's one of the imposters, she told me so earlier, but decided not to kill me. Instead, she decided to distract me by singing disney songs out of key and damn was it working perfectly.

Just as I was about to start my Simon Says task, a meeting was called. At first I thought (y/n) had finally gotten bored and killed me, but I was, luckily, mistaken. Everyone started asking what's up until Ryan cleared his throat to signal that he was about to speak. Ryan is a small music based streamer and is (Y/N)'s ex. I was a bit skeptical of him at first when we first met but gave him the benefit of the doubt after (Y/n) reassured me that there was no hostility between them and that they broke up on equal and mutual terms.

"I have a question for you all, it's important." he said. He sounded serious, but we all know he's not. We can clearly hear him trying to hold back his laughter. Now, what does this man have in plan? It better not be another earrape, I swear to god-

"Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?"

"Nope. Absolutely not."

(Y/N)'s quick answer sent us all into a fit of laughter, I could practically see Ryan's jaw dropping at her answer. I slammed my desk a good couple of times before trying to regain my breathing. Everyone else were still laughing as Ryan struggles to form a reply after that. And to make matters worse, or better, I decided to join in.

"I hope it sucks whatever you're going through"

My reply sent the group into another laughing fit and I would be anxious of crossing lines if Ryan's laugh didn't join them. Even all the way here, I could hear (Y/N) laughing from the other end of the hallway of our shared apartment. Through the call, I heard Jack say something along the lines of 'I hope it sucks?' in between his laughter. And just as everyone is calming down, (Y/N) strikes again.

"I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life"

"I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you"

At this point, I think (y/n) and I will end up killing our friends with our comments. Even the two of us were having a hard time holding back our own laughter! Ryan wasn't able to do anything other than laugh alongside us, probably in disbelief as his own plan backfires. He clearly forgot how chaotic (y/n) can get and with me around? Double Trouble. Although, (y/n)'s last comment may have been what hit the last nail on our coffins.

"I can't wait to go through your funeral knowing that I could've changed that outcome"

We were all wheezing and trying to catch our breath as we laughed, some of us has resulted to banging our desks like me. Even (y/n) was laughing just as hard, tho I can feel tge smug energy from her as her comment almost turned everyone into Chrysippus. I could hear Ryan trying to form out a sentence in the midst of his laughing spree. Man, now I wish we were streaming or at least recording for, maybe, a video. This was a great moment to keep around.

"Dude, I just wanted to know if you would be there for me!" Ryan wheezed out, practically laughing his lungs out.

Eventually, everyone calmed down enough for all of us to catch our breath for real. Only a small laugh and giggle here and there are left, I couldn't keep the smile off of myself as I finally notice that the meeting that was called has long since ended and our characters are all just standing in the cafeteria. I quickly got away from them, wanting to fully catch my breath without bursting into another fit. I see that (y/n) followed after me, her cute giggles echoing in my headset.

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