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dollsbite · 2 years
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៹ ✦ my melody & kuromi, corpse husband hcs
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corpse with a pink-obsessed s/o
first of all, the fans absolutely adore your dynamic
the aesthetics you and corpse have are akin to avril lavigne's sk8ter boi; "he was a punk, she did ballet. what more can i say?" (even if it isn't actually like that, or you don't identify as a girl)
expect a lot of cute fanart! the fandom's most talented artists love drawing you and corpse in adorable outfits and situations
some are a bit surprised the two of you are together, the both of you are like night and day
sometimes, corpse steals your pink cat ear headphones and wears them around the house with pride
"he looks so cute, guys! i wish you could see him now."
chat goes crazy, wanting to see corpse in all his "cat boy" glory
although the color of his attire is on the darker side, he'll cherish any pink jewelry, hair clips, pins - you name it - that you give him and incorporate them into his outfits
if not for his anxiety, he would've loved going out in public with his hair decorated with little bows and such
at first, people assumed you were all sunshine and rainbows by your appearance
that all changed during an intense round of crab game's glass jump. with the pressure from your boyfriend and a few seconds on the clock, you went first and died when the glass panel broke under your feet
"fuck you, corpse! i'm going to kill you - better sleep with one eye open."
"you know you love it when i push your buttons, baby."
"shut up!" you fire back, ignoring how flustered that darn voice of his has you
the viewers are surprised because this was the first time you'd lashed out on stream (which they'd see more of in the future)
you got his ass during the dorm level, beating him savagely with your weapon immediately after the lights went out
"watch out, everyone. they may look cute but they're actually fucking evil," corpse laughs, clearly amused at the whole ordeal
oh my god, imagine how cute the Instagram posts would be with a s/o that collects stuffed animals
like, corpse posing with your stuffed animals, the cute plushies noticeably sticking out against his black clothes
corpse hugging a hello kitty plush >>>
not only that, the couple pics would be absolutely adorable
you'd be draped in all pink and corpse, in all black. a beautiful contrast indeed
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storiesforallfandoms · 11 months
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they forgot ~ corpse husband
word count: 2022
request?: yes!
“Corpse husband asks his S/O why they are upset two days before their birthday and they reply, "I just got a text from my parents saying to have a happy birthday today." ”
description: in which an early birthday text sends her mood on a downward spiral just days before her actual birthday
pairing: corpse husband x female!reader
warnings: swearing, shitty parents, some self hatred/insecurities due to shitty parents
masterlist (one, two, three)
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I never liked my birthday. Cliché, I know. That’s how every sad story with a happy birthday ending starts.
I was a cliché from my high school days, too. I only had two friends, so “birthday parties” were always just the three of us in my basement watching the same movies. I tried to have an actual birthday party once for my Sweet 16. Only because my mother insisted upon it. Made me send out invitations to my entire class and decorated our house before leaving for the night so we could “have a real good time”.
No one showed up besides the usual two friends, and we ended up in the basement watching movies yet again.
That was another issue: my parents.
I know they loved me...in their own way, anyways. Most years we didn’t celebrate my birthday. Not how I would want to celebrate it, anyways. If it were up to me, we’d go out on the night of my birthday to one of my favorite restaurants and maybe have a board game night or something. Just be together as a family for my day. But that’s never how it went. My parents were always “busy” the day of my birthday. Mom made the mistake of telling me once that she forgot it was even my birthday and booked a day out with her friends. She didn’t ask if I wanted to come with them. If we ever did anything, it was usually whatever they decided with very little input from me.
I thought I was weird for disliking my birthday, until I met Corpse.
Corpse didn’t like his birthday either. When it came around the first time when we started dating, I didn’t make a big deal over it as he asked. I got him a gift and a cupcake with a candle in it, but that was it. He did the same for me - small gestures as to not make such a big deal over my birthday.
But, as time went on, Corpse started making a little bit of a bigger deal about my birthday. He’d order in take out form my favorite restaurant, make me dinner (once he also tried to make a cake for dessert), invited over a few of our friends once just to hang out for my birthday. I didn’t notice at first, and by the time I realized what he was doing, I was too happy to be upset. I was finally enjoying my birthday for the first time in...well...almost ever.
Until my parents dragged me back down to Earth.
I was getting ready for work when my phone chimed signaling I had gotten a text. I ignored it at first, figuring I’d answer whenever I finished getting ready. But when it went off a second time, just moments after the first, I figured it was important. I picked up my phone and the screen lit up, displaying two unread texts from my parents.
“Happy Birthday sweetheart. We hope you have a wonderful day.”
“We love you very much and we are so proud of you.”
It would’ve been a really sweet series of messages if it weren’t for the fact that my birthday wasn’t for another two days.
I sat down on the edge of mine and Corpse’s bed. I kept re-reading the texts until they burned into my eyeballs, the words “Happy Birthday sweetheart” standing out every time I blinked, until welling tears washed the image away.
I thought things were different. I thought I was actually becoming someone worth celebrating, or at least worst remembering my fucking birthday. But if my own parents couldn’t even be bothered to remember when their only child was born, how could anyone else be bothered to remember or care about me?
“I thought you had work.”
I jumped at the sound of the deep voice I usually loved so much. I hadn’t heard Corpse come out of his editing room. It had been another night of Corpse’s fucked up sleep schedule keeping him up from sun down to sun up. I had gotten used to our sleep schedules often conflicted, especially when my work required me to wake up semi-early in the morning. I guess I had momentarily forgotten he wasn’t in our bed while I was getting ready for work.
I quickly wiped my eyes and shoved my phone into my pocket. “Yeah, I do. I got distracted, I guess.”
I stood and made my way out of our bedroom, pausing only to give Corpse a quick kiss. I mumbled a “Goodbye, love you” as I exited our apartment, leaving before he could notice I was upset.
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The day passed in a blur. I couldn’t stop thinking about the text. I hadn’t responded, which didn’t trouble my parents too much. Part of me hoped they would realize their mistake if I didn’t respond and would apologize for mixing up the dates. But that never happened. They didn’t text me back at all. Didn’t even acknowledge that I hadn’t responded. They probably hadn’t even noticed.
I couldn’t wait to get home and crawl into bed and end this shitty day. If I was lucky, Corpse also would’ve forgotten my birthday and we wouldn’t do anything to celebrate the day I was once again dreading the most.
Corpse was laying in our bed, re-watching Death Note for the hundredth time. I kicked off my shoes and shrugged off my jacket before getting into bed with him.
“I can’t believe you started without me,” I teased, trying not to let my upset show in front of him.
“There was nothing else to watch,” he responded.
“We have Netflix, Disney+, and Hulu, but there was nothing to watch?”
Corpse put a hand over my mouth and shushed me. I giggled and rested my head against his chest. I was starting to feel somewhat better after the day I had had.
He moved his hand from my mouth to my back and started running his fingertips up and down my spine. “How was work?”
I made a grunt sound in response. “It was okay, I guess.”
“Only okay?”
I shrugged. “Nothing especially good or bad happened. It was just a day.”
His hand ran from my back to my hair. I shivered from the cool feeling of his metal rings against my skin, leaving a tingling feeling in their wake. His fingers tangled through my hair as he started to play with it.
“What’s on your mind, honey?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I responded, although it didn’t come out very convincingly.
“You’ve seemed upset since before you went to work. Did something happen this morning?”
Tears started to prick my eyes again. Corpse always knew when something was wrong. It was like he had a sixth sense about when I was upset, and he wouldn’t let up until I talked about it even a little bit. It could be annoying since I was so used to just dealing with my upset and sadness myself, but it did always help me to feel better when I talked to him.
Corpse paused the show and moved so he could face me. He wiped away the fresh falling tears with his thumbs. “What happened, baby?”
“M-My parents,” I sniffled.
That was really all he needed to hear. Corpse knew about the relationship I had with my parents. He had only met them once and decided that was one too many times for him. His once soft gaze at my sad face immediately darkened when I told him. “What did they do?”
“They...they sent me a text this morning,” I said. “Two, actually. Wishing my a happy birthday and telling me they love me and they’re proud of me.”
His brows furrowed in confusion. “But...your birthday is...”
He trailed off as I started to nod. The dam officially broke within me and I began to sob. Corpse quickly pulled me to him, burying my head in his chest and allowing me to cry into his shirt. At least he loved wearing black clothing so it wasn’t like I was staining the material with my sadness.
“Th-They couldn’t even be bothered to remember,” I said. “All these years I thought...I thought I was finally becoming important enough for other people to even...remember the day I was fucking born.”
“Of course you’re important enough.”
I shook my head. “Not important enough for my own parents to remember my birthday. My own fucking parents, Corpse! They were fucking there when I was born! You’d think, of all people, the person who popped me out of her fucking vagina would remember what day she did that. But she doesn’t, and she’s never given enough of a fuck to remember that day and make it special for me. Never! So why would anyone else care that much about me when my own parents can’t?”
Corpse pulled me away from his chest and looked down at me. He wiped the tears from my face again, gently running his thumbs under my eyes and down my face to catch the tears.
“I care,” he said. “I have since the very first day that I met you. If you hadn’t told me that you didn’t like your birthday, I may have thrown you the best party I possibly could just to celebrate you.”
I couldn’t help but let out a shaky chuckle. “You hate people.”
“I love you, though. And if you wanted a party, I’d try to give you a party.”
I shook my head. “Everything you’ve done for me since we got together is more than enough.”
“You say that, but to me it feels like it’s far from being enough. Your birthday is one of very few days that I actually want to celebrate throughout the year because you are something I want to celebrate. I don’t know what I’d do if I never met you.”
“Probably be doing the same thing you’re doing now: watching Death Note all night until you fall asleep at 5am.”
He chuckled. “Okay, yes, but I wouldn’t have someone to do that with me. And that’s what means the most to me. Since I met you, I haven’t felt as alone as I once did. You make me feel so happy, (Y/N). More than I think you could ever know.”
I could feel my eyes welling up again, but this time it was happy tears. I leaned forward to kiss Corpse, before pulling away to wipe my face again. Kissing someone while you’re crying, or while your face is still wet from crying, can be slightly awkward. Not that I thought Corpse would’ve minded at all.
“You make me happy, too,” I told him. “I’m glad I found you, and that we’re building this life together and starting our own family. Well...our found family.”
“One day it’ll be a real family. Whenever I start feeling better.”
I took his hands in mine and kissed them. “I can wait. As long as I have you.”
He eventually coaxed me to lie down with him again and pressed play on the show. I tried to stay awake to watch it with him, but after working most of the day and having cried a number of times, my eyes were feeling very heavy. I had to fight against my eyelids to keep them open, but it was a losing battle. At one point I had even managed to drift off to sleep for a few seconds before a sound on the TV caused me to jolt awake.
Corpse chuckled. “Do you want me to turn it off so you can sleep?”
I shook my head. “No, that’s okay. I don’t mind listening to it while I fall asleep.”
“Falling asleep to Death Note. And I thought I was fucking weird.”
If I had the energy I would’ve playfully hit his chest. Instead, I just grunted and turned into him more.
I felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled again. “Goodnight, baby. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I mumbled before finally drifting off to sleep.
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fritz-federleicht · 1 year
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Reader being flirting with all of their friends and then they meet corpse for the first time playing among us and typically they would flirt but they can barely say hi after hearing his voice and whole group is messing with them about why they couldn’t talk like normal and then a time skip of corpse openly flirting with them on Twitter and reader flirting back
Speechless/ Corpse Husband x reader
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"Guys guys, today we are playing among us again." You say happily to the chat. You open the game and wait for the others. Ludwig appears next to you.
"That's right Y/N. We are playing among us again today." Ludwig's voice can be heard.
"Oh yes we are. Hey guys." You greet your fellow players. "Nice to hear from you again. Especially from you Ludwig. I missed you so much."
"Y/N, stop it, I'm blushing." Ludwig replies sheepishly. When Rae appears next to you, you run up to her and circle her.
"Hey Rae." "Hey Y/N." "By the way, you look beautiful again today." Are you complimenting Rae. "Thanks Y/N. I didn't change anything about my character though. But thank you." Responds Rae.
"You know, my dear, it's because you always look beautiful. Whether in real life or in the game." You flirt with Rae.
"Oh Y/N oh Y/N. Charming as always." Rae's laugh rings out.
"Okay. Enough fooling around. Everyone's here. Let's get started." Sykkuno ends your conversation.
In the first round, you are not an Impostor. However, Rae is killed first. When the first meeting starts and you read that she was killed, you immediately ask who killed her. You read through the list of names to pick a victim to blame when you read an unfamiliar name.
"Who's Corpse? I'll just say hello." "Oh, hey. That's me. Nice to meet you." His deep voice sounds.
It's quiet for a moment. You sit there, unable to say anything. His deep voice has left you speechless.
"Hello?" Corpse asks. "Yes. Nice to meet you." You answer shyly.
Ludwig starts to laugh. "Corpse, you actually managed to make Y/N speechless. No one has ever done that before."
"Really Corpse. Consider yourself lucky." Says Poki.
You just sit there. With reddened cheeks and listen to the conversation.
Sykkuno chimes in. "Y/N just so you know. Corpse is mine." You just nod. You realize that no one sees it, but you can't answer at the moment.
Corpse laughs at Sykkuno's words. When you hear his laugh, your eyes grow wide. You look down at your table.
"We have to vote for someone else. Did someone see anything suspicious?" Ludwig asks, still amused.
The rest of the rounds you hardly say anything.
When you open your Twitter the next day, you see that Corpse has mentioned you in a tweet.
You click on the notification. Immediately the tweet opens.
Corpse Husband: @Y/N I hope you can speak again. Found your reaction really cute
You stare at your phone, blushing slightly as you think of his voice again. You type a response.
Y/N: @Corpse Husband thank you for caring about me. To answer your question yes I can speak again. Yours just blew me away. I just say really hot
Suddenly Ludwig interferes.
LUDWIG: @Y/N discuss this with @Corpse Husband privately. Or do you want @Sykkuno to overhear and kill you? Oops... now I linked him by mistake
Y/N: @ludwig I can stand up to Sykkuno. For my future husband I do everything
Corpse Husband: Ok. We are that far @Y/N?
Sykkuno: Hey! @Y/N! Corpse is mine
Sykkuno: But seriously Y/N. You should date Corpse. You guys would be really good together. He's always trying to be mean but he's actually a teddy bear
Rae: @Sykkuno is right. Corpse is a really good guy
Y/N: I would have no problem with that. We can also get married right away
Corpse Husband: @Y/N shall we?
As soon as you read this you know you have to meet him. You decide to ask Sykkuno for Corpse's number.
A short time later you meet. You hit it off right away and get together a short time later.
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16 and 22 for Corpse?
You shiver against the unusually cold Los Angeles weather, rubbing your hands together as you stand outside of Corpse’s apartment. You knock on the door again, utterly impatient as always. When you don’t hear anything, you’re about to raise your fist and knock again when the door swings open to reveal your best friend standing before you. 
“(y/n)?” Corpse asks, looking you up and down to make sure you’re really standing before him. 
“Hi! How are you? I’m good! Thank you! Yes I’d love to come in,” you run through the formalities for the two of you and step into his much warmer apartment. 
“I thought you were going home for Christmas,” Corpse states more than questions, still shocked as you walk further into his apartment and he shuts the door to keep the cold out. 
“Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone.” 
Corpse stares at you walking around his living room like you didn't say the most heart warming sentence he's ever heard in his life. He's stunned until you turn to look at him, the silence making you nervous, and he finally moves away from the door.
By now, you've turned on some Christmas music and have thrown your possessions on the couch like you've always done at his house. His heart fills at the sight, the fact that you felt so comfortable in his presence and his space something that he knew wasn't easy for you to do with just anyone.
"(y/n)?" Corpse asks for the second time of the night.
You look up at him, offering a shy smile that says more than you need to and hold out a hand.
"Come dance with me," you say, not really wanting to explain all of your feelings at the moment.
Corpse takes your hand, intertwining your fingers and pressing them against his chest. His other arm snakes around your waist and he holds you tight as you start to sway around his living room.
"Why didn't you go home?" Corpse asks, not believing he was the only reason for your non departure of the state.
"I told you," you start. "I couldn't leave you."
"(y/n)."
"I didn't want to spend the holiday without you," you admit, looking down.
Corpse takes your entwined hands and nudges your chin with them, forcing you to look into his eyes. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead and when your eyes flutter shut at his touch he moves to kiss you. Your lips meet, warmth spreading through your body and your heart spinning wildly.
"Thank you for staying," he whispers against your lips.
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domxmarvel · 2 years
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All morning
Masterlist
Pairing: Corpse husband x Gender neutral!Reader       
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Today was one of the few times you woke up before Corpse,usually he'd be up all night if you didn't force him to go to bed. It was never easy but waking up with him in your arms was worth it,he was laying on top of you,his face buried in your neck and his breath ticking your skin. You wrapped one arm around him,running the other through his hair. You were gonna wait to wake him up but soon felt his lips on your neck,trailing kisses up to your jawline and cheek. 
"Did you sleep well?" You asked,still running your hand through his hair. 
"Yeah,thanks to you" He wrapped his arms around you,putting one of his legs around yours,so you wouldn't be able to get up. He did this a lot when he didn't want you to leave just yet. 
"If you wanted more cuddles you could've just asked,you don't have to trap me" You laughed,pulling him closer to. "I'm not leaving you,we can stay here as long as you want" 
"I love you" He whispered so quickly you barely heard him,you whispered back. 
"I love you too"
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we fell in love in october : fic event
(my masterlist for those who want to peruse my previous work)
Won't necessarily be daily but the only goal is to complete 31 fics in 31 days. Cleaning out my drafts and accepting prompts.
to show you the stars (and win your heart) - cc!Wilbur
pretty best friends - cc!Dream
blood of the covenant - platonic cc!Bench Trio (htlgi side story)
die mad about it pt. 2 - cc!Dream/Reader/Sapnap
take your chances (before they take you first) - cc!Corpse
how the light gets in pt. 4 - cc!Corpse
but never zero - c!Foolish
(what are we if not) divine comedy - c!Corpse/Reader/Techno
you know me - cc!Wilbur
get golden - cc!Dream
How To Be A Dog - c!Wilbur (yandere)
zombie apocalypse au (untitled rn) - cc!Wilbur
I gotta looks through my asks for some good prompts for the rest of the month. I may fill the prompts out of order but I'm bullying myself into productivity come hell or high water.
But yeah, this is my October event, no structure all high hopes. Send prompts and I'll see you in the next fic 💖💖
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siriustreasure · 2 years
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We need a part 2 for corpse husband if you were his daughter 😌🫣
being corpse husband’s daughter would include (part 2):
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a/n: {find part 1 here} ty for asking, hope you like these follow up ones :’)! it just occurred to me that some people have followed me for stuff for specific people so if you’d like to be tagged in all fics/headcanons for corpse (or anybody else) just let me know! <3 once again, these assume y/n’s mother isn’t involved because single papa corpse owns my heart :’)
warnings: swearing, references to insomia, chronic illnesses, food, very tiny tangent about squid game (no spoilers/violence, just used like one sentence gi-hun’s ex-wife said as an example for something), possibly (probably) rambling
corpse would 1000000% get a tattoo that relates to you in some way. wait imagine if he got a small tattoo of your favourite stuffed animal/toy as a kid which still holds a special place in your gear as an adult. like do you still drag it everywhere you go? probably not, but are they the only stuffie that still has bed privileges? yes. do you still hug them after a bad day? yes. and corpse has to immortalise that because 1) it’s precious and 2) he’d miss his bub. and if you wanted to he’s totally be down to get matching tattoos.
if you haven’t been blessed with this mental image, allow me: corpse husband aka ultimate e-boy aka mr choke me like you hate me, in a beautiful pink tutu, maybe some fairy wings and a tiara, sat a table way too small for him, surrounded by a dozen stuffies.
he’d probably give you a very basic, general rundown/explanation of chronic illnesses - like y’know when disney tries to teach kids something serious and they use metaphors/fairly simple terms? (i’m imagining reader is like a toddler) he’d do something like that so if he had a flare up or something, you wouldn’t get scared or panicked and if he said he couldn’t play with you one day, you’d be far less likely to throw a tantrum.
midnight feasts, midnight movie marathons, midnight everything if you wake up from a nightmare/just aren’t tired? yes. just yes. he has difficulty sleeping most of the time so it wouldn’t be like your fault - like y’know typically if you woke someone up (they might not say it but) they’d probably be like “i just want to sleep, please :’(”. especially if we’re taking about an energetic lil demon bean, which we are. anyways, what i’m trying to say is, ‘cos corpse struggles with sleeping anyway, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal :).
the fridge would be covered and i mean COVERED with your drawings/paintings/etc. there would probably be a couple that were a joint effort - maybe there’d be a finger painting with both of your prints. or one with your tiny handprint next next to his??? stopppp. this actually isn’t fair.
he’d probably have a lil picture of you or maybe a lil gift from you (like maybe you found a stone you thought was pretty at the park or something and gave it to him 🥺) incorporated in his gaming setup.
imagine the hand pics with the stone. omg proud, grateful papa. you know they’d have the cheesiest captions ever too, because he’d be a dad and there’s a brand to follow. duh. imagine corpse’s dad jokes-
you’d probably have a ‘just in case’ bag prepared in case he had to be hospitalised. you’d have packed it together so anything and everything you thought was important, even a bunch of sticker sheets, was put in. i’d riot if there wasn’t a plushie that’d been sprayed w/ his cologne to help w/ missing him. and it’d be a fuckin’ amogus plushie. bye.
he’d probably move into a bigger place w/ a garden and you best believe he’d go all out and spend way too much money turning the garden into a mini park to compensate for the lack of park trips. private park is better anyway, no need to share :).
y’know when kids find out their parents actually have names that aren’t just “mummy” - ssh i’m british/“daddy”/etc? imagine thinking his name was actually corpse husband for a while, like at least a couple of months for funsies. ok so i know i said you’d be homeschooled and i still stand by that but just imagine this ok; idk about y’all but when i was little, like 7ish maybe, our teachers made us write the envelope for our school reports so just imagine you addressing it to corpse husband and the teacher is like “huh?????” (i feel like it’d be funnier if they had no clue who corpse was). they’d definitely talk about that in the staff room at lunch. and you get really defensive about it so they don’t change it and you take it home and corpse is like a mix of 🤨 and 🥹 “thank you, sweetheart”. wheezes for like an hour straight. low-key starts stressing out about that revealing his identity - wait noOoOoOOO. totally shows rae, karl, tina and sykkuno. posts a picture of it on twitter w/ the address covered obviously.
swearing would be allowed once he considered you ‘old enough’ so like mid-late teens.
some qualities (positive + negative because corpse is human even though he’d still be the perfect papa) i think you could exhibit due to his parenting w/ brief reasons: independence + self sufficiency - any symptom flare ups (as discussed earlier), massive empathy - corpse seems to have a massive empathy as is + unsurprisingly children of individuals w/ chronic illnesses tend to be more empathetic, self awareness - sort of the same thing, i imagine corpse is pretty self aware. i don’t think you’d be the best conversationalist but you also wouldn’t be the worst - socialising mostly with corpse and the amigops due to homeschooling/etc.
if there were to ever be a successful real-life example of the ‘spoilt sweet’ trope, it’d be you.
another image for your head: corpse crouching by your bed, chin on the mattress, (y’know that pose?? i don’t really know how to describe it welp) as he gently shakes you awake. ft. a mandatory boop on the nose, of course.
y’know some parents are like “ew, no, they’ll make a habit out of it” cough cough ga-yeong’s mother in squid game - side note, i’m sorry but that pissed me off so much. she was sleeping, he was going to carry her one time. a habit isn’t going to form because of one time >:(. aNyWaYs corpse couldn’t care less about that, you could totally make a habit out of (mostly) anything. if you feel safer sleeping in his bed, fine. if you want a hug, fine. if you want to be carried, fine.
you’d always be (mostly) in charge of the day’s itinerary like obviously if there was an appointment or corpse had some errands, those wouldn’t be cancelled but for the most part it’d be up to you. even with homeschooling stuff, he’d let you pick what order to do things in etc.
i saw this tiktok about how these parents dealt w/ their kids tantrums and they’d basically made the kid his own little space with some activities (i think, at least partially, based on morals? i don’t remember exactly) and a lot of sensory based items like colourful lights etc and the idea was that when the kid was upset, they could go there to like reflect and calm down instead of just sitting angrily on the stairs, staring at a blank wall. i feel like corpse’s parenting would give off those vibes (like just very wholesome and mindful of the kid) but i don’t think it’d come naturally, he’d literally like see a tiktok and be like “yes”.
i think there was another one that was about letting kids decide to give people hugs too like y’know grandparents/family friends/whatever usually just hug the kid or the kid will be pressured into hugging them even if they don’t want to and it seems like such a small thing but like once you’ve thought about it, it’s like why can’t a kid decide not to hug someone, y’know?
the amigops et al (and others) replace your grandparents.
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finelinebarnesx · 1 year
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Corpse Husband || just like that?
part one || masterlist
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Pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!reader
Summary: in part one 🫶🏻
Warning? None. Fluff
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His POV:
The whole house was silent, I heard the click of the front door, sighing to myself I sent a quick text to Rae about joining her game of Among us. I quickly tweeted before setting up my live-stream. The whole time my mind wasn’t fully with it. A huge part of me was hoping she would come home and that she wouldn’t listen to me.
“Hey where’s Y/N tonight, wasn’t she suppose to join us too?” Sykkuno asked, everyone else joined in asking questions, not knowing how to reply I just took a breathe and tried to come up with a lie. “Well I hope she joins soon” my eyes kept wandering to my phone in hopes of any sort of contact. She hasn’t even tweeted or been on social media.
My whole chat was going on asking where Y/N was and if we were still together and as much as I didn’t want to I let a tear slip. “Fuck” I cried muting myself, why am I crying when I’m the one who kicked her out. “Y/n and I aren’t together as of right now” my voice cracked as I unmuted myself answering what everyone needed to know.
I ended the stream, left the game and turned my whole computer off just sitting in the dark. The clock on my bedside table read 1am and that’s where I became more worried. Opening the Twitter app I tweeted about how much of an idiot I was and directly tweeted y/n but got nothing.
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@Corpse_Husband: I’m such a fucking idiot! Y/n if you see this please come home or at least let me know you’re safe. I love you and I’m sorry☹️
@Corpse_Husband: @Y/T/N..
For someone like me I sure was feeling like a let down and a shit person, I tried to think of all the places she could be as I hurried to put my shoes on. What type of boyfriend or ex-boyfriend would I be if I let her stay out alone this late?
Chucking on a hoodie I made my way downstairs, before I could even get to the door there was a knock on it, my heart thumped in my chest this could either be really bad or really good. I eventually opened the door and there stood one broken Y/N. Her hair was a mess and her eyes blood shot along with the dried tears on both her cheeks; without even thinking I pulled her inside and into my arms.
She cried into my chest as I carried her to the sofa running my hands through bed hair. “I’m so sorry” I continuously whispered into her hair. After a bit of time her cries turned into quiet sniffles and I lifted her chin to look at me.
“I’m so sorry baby, I was wrong to kick you out and I know you’re gonna disagree with me so just hang on” I rushed my words as she furrowed her eyebrows. “Words can’t even explain how sorry I am for being an absolute dickhead, you didn’t deserve that no matter what we fought over. I love you so much, yes it hurt cause I felt like you were babying me but I should stop and think.”
“I’m just trying to look after you, I didn’t mean to upset you” she croaked out and I nodded kissing her temples. “I’m not trying to be your mum” I laughed softly as her eyes dropped shut tired from crying and not sleeping.
“I know my love, it’s all okay now we’re okay” I assured her and myself. “I love you so much baby girl, nothing like this is ever going to happen again I promise” I whispered. The timing of her breathing proved that she was fast asleep leaving me to laugh to myself.
I made a mental note to tell everyone she’s home tomorrow but for now, I just want to cuddle my girlfriend the way that she deserves because no matter how many times we argue; she’s my rock and the best girl I could ever ask for.
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hiredars0nist · 2 years
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You’re so beautiful
corpse husband x reader (gender neutral) roommates au summary: your roommate comes back really late, not feeling excellent and clearly very tired. It’s definitely time to help him somehow, even though it’s way after 3am. authors note: I'm not a native speaker, so sorry for any typos or grammar errors. And if you need to hear it - I love you! <3
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_ It was really late, the moon shining through the window, lighting up your cosy room. You were sitting in your chair, wrapped up in a blanket, writing some paper that you were supposed to finish two days ago. Of course, you were tired as hell, your eyes almost closing by themselves, but you knew you needed to finish that stupid thing as quickly as possible. It was probably around 3a.m, making it far behind your bedtime, and there you were, working. Suddenly, your attention was switched to the loud sound of something falling down outside your room. You knew Corpse was supposed to come home late, but fear got ahead of you. You grabbed a mug from your desk and decided to investigate. With the dish in your hand, you slowly got out of your room and sneaked towards the door of the flat. You instantly stopped in your tracks, seeing Corpse trying to pick up a box that usually stayed up on the shelves above the hangers. You quickly realized what was happening there as you stood next to your roommate with an empty mug in your pyjamas. - why are you not sleeping? - he asked, as he placed the box in its place. His voice was deep as usual but a bit raspier, hinting to you that he wasn’t really sleeping well - and why are you holding a mug? - a smooth chuckle escaped his lips as you put the mug silently on the table beside you both - I thought you were a burglar! - you said accusingly, pointing a finger at him. - and you thought that a mug is the best weapon? - he rose his eyebrow, sitting down and trying to slowly take off his black shoes. You shook your head, not wanting to answer that question, knowing how funny you must have looked. As he was sitting there you looked at him, his movements so slow, blinking slowly. He was tired and you knew it. You took a big breath and looked at him as he stood up and stood in front of you. - do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep? - you asked without hesitation, looking him in the eyes, trying to look intimidating. He closed his eyes for a second and sighed. - alright - his voice was low, he started moving towards his room with you by his side. Slowly he opened up the door and got on his bed, you followed standing in front of him. You were close, as close as friends can be. After all, you were living together you needed somehow to get along in one way or another, and fortunately, you did. You understood him, you saw in him the wonderful human he was, caring about helping people the most of all things, creating content for his fans, making sure his work is always perfect, doing it all for the viewers while being sick, tired and not even being able to fall asleep. - Change into your pj’s Corpse - you said as the man in front of you layed on the bed looking at the sailing, with his eyelids opening and closing slowly. - It’s fine, I'm just gonna sleep in this - he replied, ignoring that you were very right - come on, don’t be a lazy bitch and come here - you laughed quietly at your own words, waiting for your friend to wiggle himself to the side of the bed and change. A smile appeared on your face when he grunted quietly and took another loud breath. After a while, you layed down next to him, just looking at his face, covered by a mask. You knew that he didn’t like being without it, but you couldn’t get over the fact of how much comfortable he would be sleeping without it. You sighted thinking to yourself that you will get to it later, but doing that you got Corpse’s attention. He moved his head to look at you and hummed in question. - it’s nothing, just let me get all of this metal off of you, hmm - you said softly, seating up straight and grabbing his hand. He looked at you, probably questioning what exactly you were doing. You smiled to yourself as you started taking big rings off of his fingers and putting them on the nightstand right beside him. When you finished, you quickly went in and softly grabbed his other hand, pulling it towards you to do the exact same. Corpse didn’t seem to pay much attention to it, simply looking at you as you did it. Quickly, you finished, looking up to meet his eyes locked on you. You blinked a couple of times, not really getting why he was staring. Getting a bit blushy you looked down, seeing the necklaces adorning his neck. Without a thought, your hands simply went up, brushing against his skin gently, fingers crawling behind his hair to find a clasp. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him to check if he was still looking at you, really didn’t even need to, since you could feel his eyes on your face. Your fingers run through the metal shearing for the clasp without any result, so you readjusted a bit and got closer to his neck, immediately blushing a bit, understanding how close you two were right now. When you finally found it in both of the necklaces, you got them next to the rings and got yourself to lay down next to him again. Looking up at him, you smiled again, focusing on the mask. -  Can I please take this off of you? - you asked, looking significantly at the black cloth covering half of his face. Another soft hum escaped his lips, suggesting to you that you can in fact take that piece of material and throw it next to the jewellery. You took a big breath, closing your eyes for a second. Because of all of that, you totally forgot how tired you were. A big yawn covered by your hand showed up on your face as you realized that. - And I am the one needing sleep, huh? - he laughed quietly at you, looking at you through the locks of his hair. You rushed to fix that, brushing your fingers through the hair that covered his face and getting it to fall on the other side. Just then, getting back to the mask. - Shut up - You said under your nose, focusing on the task you were given (by yourself). Once again your fingers slowly brushed against the skin of his neck as they went up finding the piece of the mask behind his ear and getting it off uncovering the rest of his face. Even after leaving with him for such a long period of time, it was still so amazing for you to see him without that black thing covering half of his face at all times. Your eyes were going from one feature to the other, not even thinking about how stupid you could be looking right now. You were admiring every piece of that stupid face of him. Finally, you looked in his eyes, which were focused on you through all of that. - You’re so beautiful, Corpse - you whispered, smiling softly. - now come on, it’s time for you to try and sleep. - Quickly you wiggled up to lay down comfortably, opening your arms, welcoming Corpse into a warm hug. He chuckled melodically and layed down on your chest, being swiftly embraced by your arms wrapping around him. You couldn’t stop smiling as your fingers brushed again and again through the locks of his black hair. - goodnight Corpse.
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nikkisix · 1 year
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Corpse Husband Imagine
Upset stomach
Fanart by: Vany
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Okay 😆 I really need to get this off my chest. I'm serious! I've been thinking about it all night and day.
Imagine you were laying down in bed with Corpse and he is on his phone tweeting a random post. While you were laying down, you can hear his tummy making loud gurgles an grumbles. The sounds from his gut didn't sound too good. "Groans. Urp...I'm sorry. Stomachs been really upset with me." Corpse said rubbing his stomach. You rubbed his tummy too as it let's out a loud groan. Whatever he ate seems like it's disagreeing with him. Corpse pulls up his black tee to let his belly expose. You rubbed his tummy more. "It hurts in every spot, Hun." Corpse said in pain. You nodded and massage his achy stomach. His gut made so much uncomfortable sounds. You felt your cheeks warm up and Corpse noticed you're blushing. He smiled and rests his hand against your cheek. You blushed more. "Thanks, kitten. You're so kind." He said smiling. You laid your head down carefully on his loud and noisy gut. You could hear some deep sounds from his stomach. You couldn't help but blush. His stomach was so noisy and loud. His poor tummy seems very upset with him. You rubbed his tummy more to calm the sounds down from his obnoxious belly. "Urp! Ugh excuse me." Corpse said bashfully. You didn't mind and you kept rubbing his belly more. Corpse groans and moans from the pain in his stomach. He did a few more burps. His stomach was still a little bloated. "BELCH! Ugh...my stomach hurts so much." Corpse groaned. The sounds from his gut were getting a little more intense. You blushed and pressed onto his stomach until he lets out a loud burp. "BWOOOORRRRP! Ooh...thanks kitten. I think I feel a little better heh." Corpse said patting his exposed belly and pulled down his black tee. You kissed Corpse on the cheek and cuddled up with him in bed.
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dollsbite · 2 years
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imagine corpse carrying a polaroid of you with him wherever he goes. the photo quickly becomes one of his most prized possessions, one that he can't leave the house without. he always keeps it tucked away neatly in his wallet. whenever his social anxiety becomes too intense, he takes a look at your smiling face to calm himself down. if he's struggling to make an order at a restaurant, he'll gently caress the sides of the polaroid, reminding himself that you're always with him.
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letting go ~ corpse husband
word count: 1972
request?: yes!
“Could i make a request for corpse?
Dad!corpse x reader where it’s their daughter’s first day of school of kindergarten and he is not really taking it well?”
description: on their daughter’s first day of kindergarten, he feels a whole bunch of emotions
pairing: corpse husband x female!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist (one, two, three)
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You could remember the day your daughter was born like it was yesterday. When you held her in your arms for the first time you couldn’t believe how small she was, or the fact that she had come from your body. She had you and Corpse wrapped around your fingers from the very second she was born.
It felt like one day you were cradling the newborn girl, then you blinked, and suddenly she was a five year old little girl getting ready for her first day of school.
You were making her breakfast when you heard her footsteps thumping down the stairs. She appeared in the kitchen with a flourish, showing off her outfit for the day. Corpse came down behind her, a smile on his face as he looked at his baby girl.
“What do you think, mommy?” she asked.
“You look wonderful, baby,” you replied. “Did you pick it out yourself?”
“Daddy helped.”
That was evident by the black t-shirt with a cutesy skull on the front. Your daughter, Mia, was basically a perfect mini version of Corpse. Most days you couldn’t see a single aspect of you in her, even though Corpse swore that she was more you than him.
You plated breakfast for the three of you and put it on the table as the two of them sat down. Mia excitedly started shoveling her breakfast into her mouth.
“Hey, slow down,” you laughed. “You’re going to give yourself a bad tummy.”
“I’m excited, mommy! I want to go to school!”
“Sweetheart, we have almost an hour till we have to leave. You can take your time.”
It seemed to take a lot of control, but the young girl managed to slow here eating. You looked over at Corpse with an amused look, but he was looking intently at his own breakfast.
When she finished eating, Mia got up and ran back to her room to start packing her new backpack. You chuckled and took up the empty plates. Corpse was still sat at the table, still seeming very distant. You placed the dishes in the sink and walked back over to the table. You got Corpse’s attention by sitting on his lap and tilting his head back to look at you.
“Penny for your thoughts?” you asked.
He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I just can’t believe she starts school today.”
“I know. It feels like just yesterday she was sleeping on your chest while you were recording your horror stories.”
Corpse chuckled. “We’ll have to make sure she doesn’t repeat the bedtime stories she’s used to to any new friends.”
You kissed the top of Corpse’s head and wiggled off his lap. “I should make sure she’s not trying to pack her entire bedroom into her backpack. Do you wanna come?”
“I’ll clean up down here. We’ll regroup in time to bring Mia to school.”
You chuckled and headed up to Mia’s room.
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Nearly an hour later, Mia was strapped into her car seat and ready to go to school. She had been excitedly chattering for basically the entire hour. She had her whole day planned in a number of different ways. She had even planned who she was going to become friends with despite not even knowing who her classmates were.
She was unbuckled and tugging on the door handle before you even had the car in park. You and Corpse shared an amused look before getting out of the car. Corpse helped her out and he held her hand as the three of you crossed the parking lot to the school. The classroom meant for Mia’s class was already filled with other excited kids. It was a loud and hectic setting that you were afraid would scare Mia, but she welcomed it with excitement as she immediately ran up to the first group she saw.
A sweet young lady walked up to the two of you and introduced herself as Miss. Rebecca.
“I’m (Y/N), and this is my husband, Corpse. We’re Mia’s parents,” you said as you and Corpse shook her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you two. Seems like little Mia is already settling in with her classmates.”
You smiled as you watched your daughter playing with the other kids she had undoubtably considered to be her new friends.
“She’s been looking forward to this,” you said.
Mia could only be separated from her friend group by the idea of seeing her assigned seat and her cubby, which she immediately stuffed her backpack into. As the class was being called to start, you and Corpse knelt down to hug the young girl.
“We’ll be back in a few hours to pick you up,” you assured her. “But if you want us to come back any sooner, you can as Miss. Rebecca. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay. Bye mommy, bye daddy.”
She waved you off dismissively and returned to her new table mates. You chuckled and stood to leave. With one last look, you and Corpse reluctantly pulled yourselves away from the classroom. Your heart felt heavy having to go. No matter how much you prepared for this day leading up to it, you were not ready to see your baby girl grow up.
The car ride home was extremely quiet. Not even the radio was playing. It felt like you had just left Mia somewhere for the rest of your lives and not just for a few hours. When you pulled into the driveway, you both sat in silence after turning off the car. You heard Corpse sniffle and when you looked over, you saw tears running down his cheeks.
“Oh, honey,” you said, taking his hand.
“Sorry,” he croaked. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry, honey. I know this is hard.”
You ran your thumb along his knuckles as he wiped away his tears with his free hand.
“I never thought I’d ever be here,” he said. “Like with a wife and a kid. And now I have to send my little girl off into the real world and she’s still just a baby.”
“It’s the hardest part of being a parent,” you agreed. “First she’s going off to school, next she’ll be going on her first date.”
Corpse shook his head. “Absolutely not. She won’t be dating until I’m long dead.”
You chuckled and squeezed his hand. You leaned over to rest your head against his shoulder despite your seatbelt still tugging on you to sit back. You didn’t want to go into the house yet, and it was very obvious that he didn’t want to either.
“I don’t want to let go yet,” he said.
“We’re not really letting go, though,” you said. “She’s only in kindergarten. She’ll be out of the house for a couple hours on weekdays, and then she’s home all night and on weekends. We have another year until we truly have to let her go into the world.”
“But what about when she makes friends and wants to go to their houses or to the playground with them and their parents?”
“Well, then we let her go without us. After we’ve made sure the parents are nice and we trust them, obviously. But it had to happen eventually. The only friends she’s had have been her own family, or when our friends bring over their kids every now and then. Socialization will do her good. How else is she supposed to find her own little Amgops gang.”
Corpse smiled. You knew exactly how to bring him out of this funk, even if you were also feeling the same emotions he was.
“It feels like we haven’t had her long enough,” Corpse said. “Five is way too young to be letting her fly the nest.”
You giggled and shook your head. “She won’t fly the nest until she’s 18 at the earliest. We still have her for another 13 years. We just have to get used to not having a little tike running around the house 12 hours a day.”
Corpse made a noise in response, but he was once again looking off without focus. You squeezed his hand again, which drew his attention over towards you.
“We can always use this time to ourselves to try and make another baby to fill the void while Mia’s gone,” you pointed out.
A knowing grin crossed Corpse’s lips. You moved your head so that you could kiss him before the two of you took off your seatbelts and rushed to the front door to get inside.
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A few hours later, you and Corpse were waiting outside the school for class to be dismissed. You weren’t the only early parents, and you certainly weren’t the only ones who were excitedly waiting to have your kid back in your arms.
When the doors opened, a flood of kindergarten kids rushed out. Most of them were still conversing with one another - showing off toys and trying to continue their playtime instead of going right to their parents. Mia was one of the last few to come out, two other young girls following her as they went. From afar you could see that there was something else on her shirt next to the skull, and the closer she got, the easier it was to make out: it was a skull sticker.
When she noticed you and Corpse stood by your car, her face lit up and she ran the rest of the way. Her little arms were outstretched to Corpse as she called, “Daddy!”
He picked her up in his arms and gave her a big kiss on her cheek. “How was your day, sweetheart?”
“It was amazing, daddy!” Mia exclaimed. “I made so many friends, but these two - ” She gestured to where the two other girls had been, but they were now with their own parents talking about their day. “ - are my best friends: Laura and Dani.”
“I’m glad you had such a good day, honey,” Corpse said. “What’s the sticker on your shirt?”
“This boy at my table had a bunch of stickers in his backpack. He wouldn’t share with anyone else, but he said this one reminded him of me because of the skull on my shirt, so he gave it to me!”
You and Corpse shared a look. You had a feeling you’d be hearing more about whoever this sticker boy was as the year went on.
Corpse put Mia in her car seat as she continued to give you both a play by play of her entire day, and about how excited she was to go back to school again tomorrow. You were almost home when she added, “But I missed you guys a lot.”
You peaked at her in the rear view mirror. “Are you sure? It sounds like you had too busy of a day to miss us.”
“Of course I missed you! I made so many new friends, but they don’t play the same as you and daddy do. They don’t like the ghost stories I tell with my dolls.”
You glanced over at Corpse, who was trying to stifle a laugh. “That’s my girl alright.”
“You’ll just have to teach them that your ghosts are friendly,” you told Mia. “But I’m sure they’ll learn to play the same way we do with you, or you’ll learn to play different with them.”
“No, I don’t want to play with the dolls the way they do. It’s boring. They just want to kiss the boy dolls and have baby dolls. They don’t even want to do scary stories about houses being haunted by scary old lady dolls.”
Corpse put a hand over his mouth to muffle his laugh. You looked over at him, an amused smile on your face.
“That’s your girl,” you said.
“That’s our girl,” he corrected.
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fritz-federleicht · 1 year
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HOLA!!! <3
i really love how you write corpse and i was wondering if you can pls write a corpse x reader where corpse and the reader are on stream (they have their face cam on) playing truth or dare. so corpse dares the reader to shout out to the world how much they love him. so the reader hipsters in his ear and says “I love u” (basically insinuating that corpse is their world).
I don’t know if that made sense but yea😭☹️
Truth or dare?/ Corpse Husband x reader
Notes: I hope you meant it that way
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Imagine Corpse streams with camera
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"Truth or dare Y/N?" Your boyfriend asks you.
"I don't know." You consider. "Dare!"
"All right. You have to..." Corpse runs a hand through his disheveled hair and looks at the chat. He's looking for a good task you have to do.
'Make her eat a spoonful of butter.'
'Have her post something embarrassing on Twitter.'
He doesn't like the ideas. He continues to stare at the chat until something good occurs to him. He looks up at you. His face brightens. A smile appears on his lips.
"What do I have to do? Tell me!" You straighten up and look at him expectantly. His smile widens even more.
You look at the camera. "Guys, what kind of idea did you give him?" "Okay Y/N." You turn back to Corpse as you hear his deep voice. "Are you ready for your task?"
You nod. "You can still switch to Truth. Last chance." He offers. You shake your head. "Now tell me. What do I have to do."
Corpse grins like a little kid when he gets his birthday presents. "You have to," He pauses. "Say how much you love me on stream."
You look at him, confused. Say how much you love him? That's your job? Your boyfriend wants you to say how much you love him on stream?
"You want me to say how much I love you?" Corpse nods. "Really? That's my job?"
"Yes. That's all I ask of you." Replies Corpse.
"It's a task I'm happy to perform, isn't it?" You straighten up in your chair and close your eyes.
"Corpse, my dearest Corpse. I love you more than anything. Even when we met in the stream of Sykkuno, I knew I would love you for the rest of my life." You open your eyes and look deep into his eyes. "You help me through bad times and always manage to put a smile on my face."
You reach for his hand, lean forward and whisper in his ear "I will love you forever."
Corpse cheeks turn red. "You're so sweet Y/N. I love you." Corpse leans in, puts his hand to your cheek and kisses you.
As you pull away from each other, you smile broadly. Then you remember that the whole thing happened in front of the audience.
You look at the chat.
'These two are so cute!
'I can't do this anymore.'
'I hope I'll be so happy too!'
You smile and read all the comments carefully.
"Hey Y/N. Can you hear me?" Corpse puts his hand on your knee and circles it with his thumb.
You look up from the screen. "Yeah yeah. I hear you."
"Shall we do something else now?" You nod.
You agree to react to a few videos. Corpse hand lies on your thigh all the time.
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prettytoxicrevolver · 10 months
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Corpse Husband
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How to Navigate:
❤ Heart = Fluff  ★ Star = Taylor Swift Song Fic  ⬥ Diamond = My Favorite
Worried 
Wedding ❤ ⬥
Glasses ❤ ⬥
Accident ❤
Finally 
Angel ❤ ⬥
First Christmas ❤
Twin Flame ❤
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domxmarvel · 2 years
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Thin walls
3 Year Masterlist  
Prompts: “Just this once” Corpse husband x Gender Neutral!Reader
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It was your day off and you were planning on sleeping for the whole day,but your plan was ruined by a knock on the door. You forced yourself out of bed and opened the door.
“Good morning,I have a package for you” You couldn’t remember what you ordered but you just signed for it and threw it on the table before going back to bed. A few hours later you woke up again and decided to get out of bed and make some food,when you remembered the package. You opened the box to find a pair of headphones and a microphone that both looked really expensive,definitely out of your budget so there was no way they were yours. The label on it had a different name and apartment number,it wasn’t yours it belonged to your neighbor. You hardly ever saw him or spoke to him so you just assumed he was shy,but you had heard him through the walls sometimes. He had an incredibly deep voice and you did hear him talking to someone,he was probably a gamer,which would explain a lot. You changed into something more presentable to give him his stuff. You taped up the box and walked over to his door,you knocked on the door. He didn’t answer the door,you knocked again but still no answer. Just as you were about to walk away the door opened,he stood there his hair messy and clearly like he just woke up.
“Sorry,I’m guessing you’re not a morning person huh. I know that feeling” He laughed it off,even his laugh was deep.
“Sorry,I hope you weren’t waiting too long” You knew his voice was deep,but his morning voice was somehow deeper.
“No,I only knocked twice. Your package was delivered to my place by accident” 
“Thank you,I’m sure I would have slept through the door bell” He laughed it off.
“That’s some pretty high quality stuff,do you mind if I ask what it’s for”
“I-I narrate horror stories”
“Well that does fit your voice,it’s very amazing. I’d love to hear some,what’s your channel name?” Immediately he looked flustered and avoided looking at you.  “You don’t have to tell me,I just would’ve loved to hear more of your voice. Anyway I gotta go,I’ll see you around” You quickly excused yourself and walked back to your apartment.
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You were laying in bed,scrolling on your phone when you heard a knock from the wall behind you. It was the wall that was connected to your neighbors apartment,you knocked back.
“Hey” You heard him say through the wall.
“Hey”
“I wanted to apologize for earlier today”
“You don’t have to,if you don’t wanna tell me I respect your decision”
“Thank you..” He paused and you realized he was waiting for your name
“Y/N”
“Thank you Y/N”
“What can I call you?”
“Corpse”
“Is that your online name?”
“Yeah,just keep it a secret”
The next morning you decided to look into him and ended up watching a bunch of his videos,you felt like you knew him a little better now. That’s when you found his music and got hooked. You didn’t realize how hooked until you realized you were subconsciously mumbling the lyrics. 
“What are you singing?” He asked through the wall.
“It’s one of your songs”
“Did you like them?”
“Well,considering I sing them now without realizing I’d say so” Both of you laughed.
“Could you sing it for me?”
“Just this once,on one condition” You paused “Sing with me”
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sinofwriting · 2 years
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Knock - Corpse Husband
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Summary: For as long as she could remember she had always heard a knock at midnight on her birthday.
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For as long as she could remember, every year at midnight on her birthday she would hear a knock on the door. She could be dead asleep and it would wake her up or she could have headphones in, blasting music, and still clearly hear it. No one else in her house could hear it, but she could. And as long as she had heard the knock, she always had gotten up to check who was there only to be met with nothing.
The latter had slightly changed as she had gotten older. She was sure when she was eighteen and checked that she saw the shadow of someone across the street. And a year later, she saw the same shadow and swore she could smell an expensive cologne she had never smelt before.
And now at just a few hours from being twenty, she was anxious to know what else she’d get. Perhaps an actual glimpse of whatever knocked at her door? Hear them talk? Chuckle? Mumble? She wasn’t sure, but she couldn’t wait.
It made her eye the clock, wishing the time would move faster. She had never wanted to hear that knock so bad. But, now she couldn’t imagine not hearing it, not waiting to hear it.
Her breath caught in her throat as the clock struck midnight and she strained her ears to hear anything. At the all too familiar noise, the air whooshed out of her as she sprung up out of bed and raced for the door.
Opening the door, she stares in shock at the figure standing in front of her. Whoever they were, they were fairly tall and dressed in all black. A mask obscured the bottom portion of their face. They’re nails are even painted black and the only pop of color is a silver chain hanging against they’re left hip.
As her eyes wander back up to they’re face, she can swear that they’re smiling behind they’re mask at her. Eyes crinkling at the corners slightly.
“Hello.” They greet her and she feels her heart stop at the sound of their voice. “Hi.” Blood rushes to her cheeks at how breathless she sounds, eyes falling to her feet before she forces them back up. A chuckle escapes them. “I never thought you’d be so shy.” She wants to protest, but then her name is whispered, and all thoughts leave her other than a name for the man standing in front of her. “Corpse.”
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Note(s): I don't know what this other than some weird fantasy thing that I felt worked really well with Corpse.
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