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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.

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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word count: 1296

request?: yes!

“Ok I just had this random imagine idea for corspe husband pop into my head. Its kinda long but I think it would be cute. The reader gets panic/anxiety attacks too but the reader had never been able to calm down or have a safe space when they have them. One time they were on the verge of having one and corspe just held them and they calmed down and they were surprised. It happens like that a few times and the reader realizes he’s their safe space. One time they were about to have one and corspe was in his room editing (not streaming or recording) and the reader goes to him and plops on his lap and he’s confused and the reader mumbles something like safe space and he’s just shocked and happy. Idk I think its cause I just had one that I thoguht of this. I know its long. I just want some long cute corspe fluff. 🖤”

description: in which she finds out that her safe space is in his arms

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing, anxiety attacks

masterlist

The first time we realized that Corpse was my safe space was during an Among Us stream. I was in Corpse’s room playing so that we didn’t accidentally cheat off of one another. The round had ended with me throwing and voting for Leslie instead of Felix, causing the imposters to win, which resulted in everyone immediately yelling when they could all unmute their mics again.

I knew they weren’t actually mad, but I felt myself becoming overwhelmed with all the yelling. My breathing was becoming quicker and more shallow, and everything I could possibly say caught in my throat. Tears were forming in my eyes and my hands were shaking so bad I could barley even try to type anything in the chat. No one noticed my silence over all the shouting, except for Corpse, who knew me all too well.

The door to his YouTube room opened and the next thing I knew, his arms were around me, holding me tightly.

“They’re not actually mad,” he whispered, soothingly, in my ear. “It’s okay baby, you’re okay.”

Although it was still a long process of coming down from my attack, I felt myself relax in his arms quicker than I normally did. I cuddled my head into his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat until I felt myself feeling better. Corpse ended his stream and both of us left the game to spend the rest of the night just cuddling in bed together.

After that, Corpse became my safe place. Whenever he was around for an anxiety attack, he’d take me in his arms and would hold me as long as I needed him to. When he was busy, I’d put on one of his hoodies that smelled like him, which did the trick well enough but not as much as actually feeling his arms around me.

One day, I was hunched over my laptop, trying to make sense of the assignment I had been given for one of my classes. The wording of the assignment made absolutely no sense, and what was expected was extremely confusing. I didn’t know anyone in my class well enough to reach out and ask for help, so I felt stuck. And, of course, the stupid thing was due in a week’s time and I didn’t even know where to start for it.

My mind began to fill with anxious thoughts. I was convinced that this one assignment was going to lead to my ultimate failure of the entire class, and I was sure that that’s what I deserved.

You should’ve started earlier, a voice in my mind was saying. If you fail you deserve it. You have no one to blame but yourself, you lazy piece of shit.

Corpse was in his YouTube room, luckily just editing a video and not actually recording or streaming. As I felt my anxiety attack coming on, I debated on walking in without warning. I needed him more than anything right now, but I didn’t want to interrupt him when he was technically working. However, my vision was already becoming blurred from a combination of tears and how bad I was shaking, so I knew this would be a bad one that I couldn’t ride out on my own.

Corpse looked up at me as I walked into the room without knocking. He looked confused, but pushed his chair out anyways to give me room to curl up on his lap.

“What are you doing?” he asked, a mixture of confused and amused.

“Safe space,” I mumbled against his chest. My shaking was already becoming less intense.

He kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly to him. We sat like that for some time. I listened to Corpse’s steady heartbeat, a soothing sound that could’ve lulled me to sleep if I wasn’t still coming down from my near attack.

After a while, I felt Corpse move his chair back to his desk. He leaned forward ever so slightly as to not disrupt me on his lap and continued to edit his video. I watched as he did so, giggling at the parts that made me laugh, which was approval enough for Corpse to keep them in the video.

We were sat like that for nearly an hour. I had long calmed down, but I was so comfortable in Corpse’s arms that I didn’t want to move. When he finished editing, I turned to face him, straddling his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Are you okay?” he asked, resting his hands on my hips.

“I am now,” I confirmed. “I’m sorry for bothering you while you were editing.”

“You don’t have to apologize, baby. You have nothing to apologize for. You know you can always come to me when you need me.”

I ran my hands through his hair and gave him a light kiss on the nose, causing him to chuckle.

“You’re too good to me,” I said, my voice low in a whisper.

“Saying I’m too good to you implies that you don’t deserve someone who is going to be there for you at all times,” he said. “Which you do. You deserve that and so much more.”

“You’re gonna make me cry!” I said, blinking away the tears of happiness that were forming in my eyes. “Stop being so cute!”

“I can’t, it’s a disease. I can’t get rid of it.”

I giggled and kissed him again.

“Want to talk about what had you so worked up?” he asked.

I sighed and leaned back more to look at him. “It’s that stupid assignment for my class. I’ve left it for too long and now it’s due next week and I have no idea what to do for it. I’m afraid I’m gonna fail, the assignment and the class…and I feel like I deserve to fail for leaving it so late.”

“A week is plenty of time to work on it once you have it figured out,” Corpse said. “Can you email your professor to get it explained?”

“I can try, but she’s awful for responding. Last time I emailed her she didn’t respond until the day it was due, and by then I had already bullshit my way through the assignment and submitted it. I don’t even know I can do that for this one.”

“It’s worth a try. You can email her, then I’ll see if there’s any way I can help you figure it out while you wait. I warn you though, I am not the brightest person out there.”

“Well that’s a lie. You’re much smarter than I am.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. That’s the simp in you clouding your judgement of me.”

I chuckled at this as Corpse pulled me to him to kiss my neck. I let out a squeal as he rose from his chair, my legs still wrapped around his waist and his arms still holding me tightly.

He carried me back to his room and basically threw me down on his bed. He took my school stuff off the bed and proceeded to flop down on top of me, effectively pinned me down to the bed.

“Get up! I gotta email my prof!” I laughed, trying - and failing - to push him off of me.

“You can email later. I want to cuddle.”

I playfully rolled my eyes, but in truth I was grateful for this moment. No stress, no anxiety, just the love of my life in my arms and his head on my chest. I played with his curly brown hair as he ran his fingers gently over my sides.

This was my safe space, my happy place. And I truly couldn’t ask for a better one.

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request?: yes!

“Can you please write some corpse husband fluff? Just something cute and sweet. I need some cute stuff I’ve been having a ruff few days”

description: when his two year old son crashes his stream, he can’t help but talk about how amazing parenthood has been and how he admires the strength of his baby mama

pairing: corpse husband x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

*i started writing this for corpse’s birthday but had a lot happen between then and now, so uh…happy belated birthday corpse!*

The door to his streaming room creaked open just in time to stop Corpse from yelling out a four letter word that started with F. He looked over to see his two year old son, Leo, stood in the doorway, holding his favorite stuffy by its arm.

“Hey buddy,” Corpse said. “What’s wrong?”

“I wanted to say hi,” Leo responded.

“Is that my little bestie?!” Rae’s voice called through Corpse’s headphones.

He unplugged the headphones from his PC so Leo could hear them. “Leo, say hi to Aunt Rae.”

“Hi Auntie Rae.”

Rae squealed excitedly as the rest of Corpse’s friends began to talk all at once, saying their “hello”s to Leo and gushing over how adorable he was. The chat was mirroring their excitement as it filled with messages about Leo’s sudden appearance.

(Y/N) stood in the doorway and smiled at her two boys. “I’m sorry, I was on the phone and he came down when I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” Corpse assured her. “And I’m sure no one else minds, right guys?”

Everyone began talking over one another again. Corpse looked up at (Y/N) and smiled. She smiled back and crossed the room to kiss him on top of his curly hair.

“Can I play with daddy for a while, mommy?” Leo asked. He looked up at (Y/N) with his big puppy dog eyes, a mirror image of Corpse’s.

“Yes!” came Rae’s voice again. “(Y/N) please, we’ll be family friendly I promise.”

“Corpse isn’t even family friendly,” (Y/N) teased. “But yes, if it’s okay with daddy you can play with him for a while.”

“I never say no to a streaming partner.”

(Y/N) smiled and left the two to their “playing”. Corpse plugged his headphones back in so he could hear his friends better. As he adjusted Leo on his lap, he read the quick incoming messages in the chat about being excited for Leo to join the stream.

Leo was a pretty good stream partner to have. For starters, whenever Leo was around Corpse was instantly 10 times happier. It was hard to feel any sort of negative emotions when the little person he created was asking to play video games with him. Besides that, Leo also just spent the whole time curled up in Corpse’s arms. Most nights he even fell asleep there.

The little boy settled back against Corpse’s chest, watching with wide eyes at the bright colors on Corpse’s screen. Although his friends were able to freely speak, Corpse found himself struggling to keep it clean in front of Leo. It was the one downside to the boy joining his streams.

He glanced at his chat for a moment before muting himself in the Discord call.

“I see a few questions in chat from new fans,” he said. “I’ll clear some things up for people who don’t know: Leo is my two year old son. My girlfriend, (Y/N), who you heard earlier, found out she was pregnant shortly after we got together, and we both decided we wanted to keep the baby. I’ve always wanted to have kids and honestly, Leo has been like a dream come true. He’s such a great kid, and getting to raise him, seeing a little mini me grow and become an actual person is the best feeling in the world.”

Corpse felt Leo’s weight slouch against him, a signal that he was starting to get tired. Corpse smiled down at him and kissed his head.

“(Y/N) has been incredible since the moment she found out she was pregnant,” Corpse continued. “She had a hard pregnancy, but she really pushed through it and acted like it was nothing. And she’s been so…just amazing with raising Leo. I can’t imagine having anyone else by my side through it all, or having a better life partner to help me raise this little guy.” He looked down to see that Leo had already drifted off to sleep. He chuckled. “Who, by the way, is now sound asleep on my lap.”

He unmuted himself and waited for everyone to quiet down enough to say, “Leo’s asleep, so I think this is LG for me. I’m going to put him to bed when we’re done.”

“Oh my gosh, he’s asleep on your lap?” Bretman asked. “That’s the cutest shit ever! I love the idea of daddy Corpse.”

Although it wasn’t the first time he had heard someone say that, Corpse couldn’t stop the blush that crossed his cheeks. He was so glad he didn’t do facecam streams.

When the game ended, he said goodbye to his friends and viewers and signed off. Once the screen was off and the room had gone dark, he was careful as he shifted Leo in his arms and stood. The little boy stirred just a little bit, but only to reposition his head on his dad’s shoulder before sighing and going back to a solid state of sleep.

He walked slowly and silently to Leo’s room, then gently placed the sleeping child down onto his bed. Instinctively, Leo took hold of his blankets and pulled them up under his chin. Corpse tucked Leo’s stuffy under the blanket next to him and softly kissed his head before quietly backing out of the room.

(Y/N) was waiting by the door when Corpse exited. “How long till he fell asleep on you tonight?”

“I’d say maybe 15 minutes,” Corpse responded.

(Y/N) chuckled. “I knew that was gonna happen. He was fighting with me about going to bed. The minute he went to your recording room I knew it wouldn’t be long.”

Corpse stood in front of (Y/N) and took her into his arms. He enveloped her in a loving embrace, resting his head on top of hers. She giggled and buried her head into his chest, taking in the familiar scent of his cologne as she did so.

“What’s this for?” she asked, her voice lightly muffled by the fabric of his hoodie.

“Just because,” he responded. “Some people were asking about Leo in the chat and I was talking about when we found out you were pregnant, and it got me reminiscing on the past few years.”

(Y/N) lifted her head to smile up at Corpse. “I know what you mean. I find myself thinking about that almost every day, especially when Leo learns to do something for the first time. It’s crazy to think he’s two already. He’s a tiny person now!”

Corpse chuckled and pulled away from (Y/N). He took her hand in his and led her down to their shared bedroom. Corpse shed himself of his clothes while (Y/N) changed into one of his shirts, her usual nightly attire. When they climbed into bed together, (Y/N) took her place in Corpse’s arms again, resting her head on his chest. He played with the hair on the nape of her neck, something (Y/N) had often told him she loved.

“I never imagined actually having kids,” he admitted. “I always wanted them, but with all of my health issues, and the agoraphobia, I never thought I’d actually be able to have any.”

“And now that you do have one, what do you think?” (Y/N) asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Like..is it what you expected? Or did you expect anything?”

Corpse thought over the question for a moment. “I wasn’t sure what to expect when you told me you were pregnant. I thought, originally, that it couldn’t be true. Then I was afraid that I wouldn’t be healthy enough myself to take care of a baby, or that before Leo was born you’d realize how much wrong I had going on with me and you wouldn’t want to have him with me anymore. Now that he’s here though…I can’t imagine ever being as happy as I am.”

(Y/N) smiled to herself in the darkness. “Really?”

“Really. I mean, as cliché as it is to say, he’s perfect. Everything about him is perfect. And I really can’t imagine having anyone else as his mom.”

(Y/N) had to blink away the tears forming in her eyes as she lifted her head to find Corpse’s cheek. She placed a light kiss there before mumbling, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Corpse responded. “And Leo. I love our little family so much. I’m so unimaginably happy with everything.”

part one

word count: 1776

request?: sort of?

description: after talking for some, the two of them decide to meet in person

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist

You and Corpse regularly talked and Skyped after that night. He would regularly invite you to play Among Us with the gang, and you’d end up talking for hours on end before and after. You became someone that Corpse confided in when he was having bad mental health days or insomnia at night, and he became someone you talked to when you felt alone.

One day you were in the middle of making something to eat when your phone rang. It was the familiar ringtone for Corpse. You silently cursed to yourself as you quickly washed your hands and answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“What took you so long to answer?”

You couldn’t help but smile at hearing his familiar voice. “Hey, have some patience. I was doing something.”

“Something more important than talking to me?”

“There’s a lot of things more important than talking to you.”

“Ouch.”

You giggled at his response. Before you could say anything else, Corpse asked you, “Where do you live currently, by the way?”

“I live in Los Angeles,” you responded. “I moved out here some time ago. Sean had convinced me to start my own YouTube channel, and I did for a while, but realized it wasn’t my passion. Why do you ask?”

“I live in San Diego. I was thinking…that’s only two hours from Los Angeles…maybe we could meet up sometime. Actually meet one another.”

You were shocked by the request. He really wanted to meet you? Not just video call, but actually meeting face to face? You weren’t sure why, but that really surprised you.

“I-I’d love to meet in person,” you finally responded, realizing you had been silent for way too long. “Do you want to drive here, or me to you, or…?”

“Well…not to be too presumptive or anything, but I was going to ask if you’d like to come here and stay for a while…maybe like a week or two.”

Your heart was fluttering with excitement. You wanted nothing more than to scream and jump for joy like a child, but you knew you couldn’t be that forward with Corpse so soon. Instead, you took a deep, calming breath and responded, “Yeah, I’d love that.”

“Okay. Okay, cool.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “We can work out all the details later.”

When you both hung up, you excitedly jumped around your kitchen.

~~~~~~

Nearly a week later, you were nearing the end of your two hour drive to Corpse’s place. You kept anxiously checking the GPS every few minutes, hoping to be there soon. The entire ride felt so long, you just wanted to get to his place.

When you finally pulled up to his apartment you were shacking with nervousness and excitement. You got out of the car and approached the apartment door. You hesitated a moment before knocking on the door. Near seconds later, Corpse greeted you.

You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face the minute you saw him. His face mirrored yours and you felt your stomach fill with butterflies being able to see his smile in person.

Without hesitation, Corpse took you in his arms and hugged you tightly. You melted into his embrace, feeling as though you really belonged there, and as though you never wanted to let go.

“It’s nice to finally meet you like in person,” he said once he pulled away. “You’re definitely as small as I pictured you being.”

“Hey!” you playfully scolded. “You’re only a foot taller than me, that’s not a major difference!”

“It’s major enough,” he teased. “Let me help you bring your things in.”

You only had packed two bags as you were only planning on staying for about a week and a half. You figured it was only a two hour drive back to your place if you needed to restock on clothes, and you and Corpse had already agreed that you wouldn’t be leaving the apartment enough to have to change outfits too much from day to day.

He led you into his apartment and showed you to the guest bedroom. It was a small room with only a bed, a closet and a bedside table.

“I don’t get a lot of guests that use this bedroom,” he admitted. “Never found much use of buying furniture for this room.”

“I have a feeling I won’t be spending too much time in this room anyways, so it’s fine.”

Upon realizing what you said, you felt your face flush with embarrassment. You tried to correct yourself, but it just came out as a string of stutters. Corpse smirked at you before turning to leave the room. You sighed heavily and followed him.

“I don’t know what kind of food you like but we can go to the grocery store later if you want,” he said as you followed him into his kitchen. “I have mainly frozen stuff because I just do quick meals or I order delivery.”

“I order so much delivery, we can just go halfs on food.”

“I knew I was going to like having you here.”

You couldn’t help but smile at Corpse’s words.

You were both silent after that. Neither of you really knew what else to say. It seemed like, when you weren’t face to face, it was easy to say just about anything. But now…now you couldn’t think of a single topic to bring up.

It wasn’t really an awkward silence, though. It almost felt comforting to just be stood there with him, to be in the same room instead of looking at each other through a computer screen.

“I have an idea,” he finally said. “Why don’t we order some take out and watch a movie tonight. Whatever you want to watch, even a cheesy rom-com.”

“Don’t act like you don’t like cheesy rom-coms,” you teased. “But okay, I’d like that a lot.”

~~~~~~

After you fully unpacked your bags, and after Corpse had recorded a video to upload the next day, the two of you sat on his couch to watch the movie you had picked. You both decided to order some pizza, so when it arrived you set it out on Corpse’s coffee table and hit play on the movie.

Halfway through eating the pizza, you began to feel full. You finished your last piece and leaned back, instinctually cuddling into Corpse’s side. Realizing what you had done, you immediately moved away from him.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you said.

He gave you a confused look. “Why? I didn’t mind.”

Before you could respond, Corpse wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him. You settled into his side, taking in his scent and his warmth. Being in his arms felt natural, like you belonged there. And you definitely had no intentions of leaving that spot any time soon.

You were halfway through the movie when you blurted out, “Do I meet the expectations you had?”

Corpse looked down at you. “What do you mean?”

You pulled away from his embrace to properly look at him. “Like…did you have any expectations about me when we were just talking virtually? And if you did, does the real life version of me meet them?”

He seemed shocked by your question. “No, I didn’t have any expectations. I just…I hoped you’d be the same sweet, dorky girl I had been talking to for weeks, and you are. I didn’t think there was much else that would be different about you.” He paused a moment before asking, “Did you have any expectations for me?”

You shook your head. “No, you’re exactly as I thought you’d be.”

“Okay, good. So, we’ve got that out of the way.”

You nodded and settled back into Corpse’s arms again. You had your head over his heart and you could feel its steady beating. It was almost enough to lull you to sleep, until Corpse spoke again.

“Why did you ask if I had any expectations of you?”

You sighed and pulled away from him again. “I…always have this fear in making new friends online. I’m afraid that I’m setting myself up to let the person I’m being friendly with down because I’m not going to meet any expectations they have of me. Sean is really the only online friend I’ve made and kept being friends with because he refused to let me rescind into myself when he started asking to meet in person. It’s also why I never really kept up with my YouTube channel, because I was afraid of projecting this false persona and then when people meet me in real life I’m not what they expected.”

Corpse put a hand on your arm gently, almost as if testing the boundaries, before moving closer. You expected him to pull you into a hug and tell you that your worries were silly (Sean had done the same when you had met him in person first). You were taken by surprise when he cupped your face instead and kissed you.

You weren’t sure how to react at first. No guy had ever been so forward in making a move on you. Every first kiss you had had with an ex had been you making the first move, or you asking if they’d want to kiss you before they did. It took a while for your brain to process what was happening before yelling at you, Just kiss him back you idiot!

You ran your hands through Corpse’s curly black hair, pulling him closer to kiss him more deeply. His hands were gently cupping your face, his thumbs running over your cheeks before he pulled your head away.

“You’re everything I expected, and more,” he admitted. “You don’t know how happy I am to have you here. It’s been so long since I’ve felt comfortable having someone in my apartment, especially someone I’ve only known a short while. But I feel so comfortable with you, like I can trust you. Maybe…maybe too comfortable, though. I should’ve asked before I kissed you, I just got lost in the moment.”

You giggled. “If you had asked I would’ve said yes.”

The smile on Corpse’s face warmed your heart and made you feel tingly inside. “Well then…can I do it again?”

You laughed before pulling him to you, kissing him again. You could feel him smile against your lips as he pushed you back onto the couch, causing you to exclaim in surprise as he jumped on top of you and began to kiss you again.

It’s safe to say you both forgot the movie and the pizza after that.

word count: 1880

request?: no

description: in which her friend invites her to play video games with them and she decides to playfully proposition the stranger with the deep voice

pairing: corpse x female!

warnings: swearing

masterlist

You had been bored out of your skull until you got a message from Sean asking you to play Among Us with some of his friends. You had met some of his closest friends, like Felix and Mark, of course, but he made sure to warn you that there would be some new people in this group. While that made you a little anxious, you knew that playing a video game would help you to warm up to the new people.

Sean sent you a link to the Discord call and you joined almost immediately. You weren’t sure if anyone else was in the call, so you didn’t speak for a moment while you set up the game. It wasn’t until an unnaturally low voice spoke that you realized you weren’t alone.

“Hello?”

You jumped at the voice, shocked that just that one word made your heart race a million miles a minute.

“H-Hello?” you responded.

“Who’s this?” the voice asked.

“Who’s this?” You immediately cringed at the lame response.

The voice chuckled, another sound that made your heart race. “I asked you first.”

“I’m (Y/N),” you finally responded. “I’m friends with Sean.”

“Oh yeah, he’s mentioned you a few times. I’m Corpse, I’m friends with Dave and Felix.”

“Corpse?” you question. “Is that your real name?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You couldn’t help but smile at this. You were shocked at how fast you were warming up to Corpse, but there was just something about him that was just so warm and welcoming.

The two of you talked for some time until Sean popped into the chat. “Geez, (Y/N), you fucking nerd. You’re so early.”

“I had no other plans tonight!” you argued.

Corpse’s low chuckle alerted Sean that he was in the chat as well. “Ah, (Y/N) I see you’ve met deep daddy.”

Your face burned with blush, although you weren’t sure why. “Wait, deep daddy? Please tell me you guys don’t actually call in that.”

“Jason does,” came the familiar voice of Felix as he joined the chat. “Can’t blame him, Corpse’s voice even makes me question my marriage with Marzia.”

The more people that joined, the more jokes that were made about Corpse’s voice and how upset they were that Corpse was playing because he was such a good imposter. You sat in silence, chuckling every now and then but never really speaking. Not like anyone was giving you the chance with how much they were yelling over one another.

You started missing talking to Corpse one on one, but you knew the game had to happen eventually. You just hoped that it would go better than you were expecting.

The first few games started with you as a crewmate. You were killed first in the first game by Sean, who immediately self reported and got voted out because of it. The second game, you made it three rounds before catching Toast kill someone and got him out. The third game, you were in the other room when Corpse killed someone and he blamed you, leading to you getting voted off.

By the time the fourth round came around, you were teamed up with Corpse as the imposter.

“Easy dub,” you commented to yourself. “He’s too good. He’s gotten imposter like three times in a row and no one has noticed.”

You followed Corpse for a while, pretending to do tasks with him. You walked into a room that had only Felix and Rae when your kill button was ready to go. At the same time, you and Corpse killed them both and raced out of the room.  You were about to kill Sean when Toast found Felix and Rae’s bodies.

“I don’t want to sound sus by pointing fingers,” he began, “but Corpse and (Y/N), you haven’t left one another’s sides all game. What the fuck?”

“I’m watching her back,” Corpse responded before you could say anything. “(Y/N) is so small and innocent, if she died on my watch I would never forgive myself.”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at this.

“You blamed her for your killing last game!” Leslie argued.

“That was last game! I’m not imposter now!” Corpse responded.

“If Corpse was imposter I fully believe he would’ve killed me by now,” you added. “He has no reason to keep me alive.”

“Unless he likes you,” Jason singsonged, causing the group to all talk at once about you and Corpse.

“Get back to the game!” you called over them, even though the thought of Corpse potentially liking you made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

No one was ejected (Skipped).

You tried not to think about what everyone had been saying, but it was hard not to. You didn’t know what Corpse looked like, he made you aware that no one knew except for a select few YouTube friends, but you found yourself drawn to him. Sure, his voice was hot, but in the short time you two had to talk together you found that his personality was equally as attractive. 

The distraction caused you to forget what you were doing and almost kill right in front of Toast. You held your breath, hoping you hadn’t accidentally clicked on the mouse and absolutely decapitated Sean right in front of someone. When nothing happened, you quickly ran out of the room and as far away from them as possible.

Your phone chimed. You took your eyes off the screen for a moment to see that it was a private message on Discord from none other than Corpse himself.

“What was that about? 😂”

“I was distracted and almost killed Sean in front of Toast. Had to make a speedy exit.”

“What were you distracted by? 😉"

Lucky for you, another meeting was called before you could respond.

“Okay, for real (Y/N),” came Toast’s voice. “What the fuck is going on? You were just stood in admin with me and Sean, then suddenly you raced out, and now you’re just standing in the middle of the cafeteria not moving at all.”

“She’s distracted,” came Corpse’s voice before you could respond.

You felt your face heating up again. “I was distracted, by my dog. He’s currently at my feet with his toy. He keeps looking at me with his big eyes, it’s hard to concentrate.”

“Awe, send me a picture of the little guy! I miss him a lot!” Sean said.

No one was ejected (Skipped).

You took a deep breath and concentrated on the game. You decided to stick with Corpse again, only breaking off to make it look like you were fixing the sabotages that you were setting. You and Corpse managed to kill three other bodies, leaving you with one more to kill before winning. And you knew exactly who you wanted it to be.

You sent Corpse a quick message before going to look for Sean.

“Do not kill anyone, leave this to me”

Seconds later you got a response. “Aye aye captain.”

You entered electrical as Sean was doing a task. You walked up behind him and hit the kill button without hesitation. You watched your character cut his body in half before the victory screen came up for you and Corpse.

“I fucking knew it!” Toast exclaimed. “You guys were too sus!”

“What can I say, we make a good team, right (Y/N)?”

You smiled to yourself as you responded, “Yeah, we do.”

Everyone started talking the one time again, joking around with each other. You started feeling like you were fading into the background again, which normally you’d be okay with, but you were starting to feel more comfortable with the group. You wanted to feel more comfortable with Sean’s friends, especially with Corpse.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. You smirked to yourself as you declared into your mic, “Guys! Guys, I have something I wanna say! Everyone, shush!”

The talking soon died down as everyone listened to you intently. Your heart was hammering in your chest, but you knew there was no backing out of it now.

“I have a proposition for Corpse,” you said, which was met by cheers and exclamations of excitement. When everyone silent down again, you took a deep breath and forced the words out before you chickened out. “Corpse, are you single?”

You heard his low chuckle through the voices talking excitedly. “I am single, yes.”

“Good to know.”

There was a silence as everyone waited to see if you’d follow up on your comment. When you didn’t, Sean exclaimed, “What was the proposition?!”

“Wouldn’t you guys like to know,” you said with a knowing smirk to yourself.

The game went on for another few hours before you finally had to call it a night. You said goodbye to everyone and exited the game. While shutting down your computer and getting ready for bed, your phone chimed. Another message from Discord.

“It was really nice meeting you tonight. We make a pretty good imposter team, you should play with us more often.”

You couldn’t help but smile at Corpse’s message. You felt like a giddy teenage girl as you got into bed, clutching your phone tightly in your hands.

“It was really fun, I’m glad Sean invited me. I’ll definitely come play more in the future if you guys want me!”

You saw the three dots pop up, showing that Corpse was typing. They went away a moment, then popped up again, then away again. This happened a few more times before another message came in.

“About that proposition…”

“What about it? 😉”

“Was just wondering how serious you were about it, or if there was an actual proposition at all.”

You looked at the message for a long time. Of course, at the time you didn’t think it was serious. It was just a fun joke at the expense of your friends. But now that he was asking…what did you say?

You thought about your message for a long time before typing, “I was as serious as you want me to be.”

There was an extended pause on Corpse’s end before he responded, “Well, I know we just met, but I’m pretty serious about it. I’d like to get to know you more. You seem like a really nice girl.”

“You seem like a nice guy.”

“Can I Skype you tomorrow?”

The question shocked you considering what he had told you earlier. “You’re willing to show me your face?”

“Only a select few know what I look like, I trust you to be one of those few.”

Your heart fluttered yet again as you typed your response. “Well then, I’d love to Skype tomorrow. I’ll send you my name so you can add me.”

You laid back in bed after adding Corpse to Skype, feeling excited for the next day. You could hardly sleep now thinking about what you’d get to do in almost 12 hours time. It felt like too far away, you wanted to call him right then and there.

Just as you were starting to drift to sleep, your phone chimed again. You checked it one last time before bed to see a final message from Corpse.

“Goodnight, see you tomorrow”

“Goodnight Corpse, see you tomorrow”

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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

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word count: 2157

request?: no

description: he tries to push himself when he messes up his voice, so she takes it upon herself to try and get him to take a break

pairing: corpse husband x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

The worst mistake one can make is playing a voice memo from Corpse when they have both headphones in and their music turned up. You’d think I would have learned that by now with how long I had known Corpse, but yet again I was a fool.

I was walking to Corpse’s place when I got the message. Me, being naïve, gladly played the message, only to be met with Corpse screaming in my ears. I was sure I got some strange looks as I frantically yanked my headphones out and nearly threw my phone in shock.

Once I recovered from the heart attack that was caused by the scream, I sent Corpse a text in response.

“wtf was that?!”

“scream”

“i know it was scream. why scream?”

“been working on a song all day. so much screaming”

I cringed to myself. I knew all that screaming wasn’t good on his voice and throat, and I knew he was going to push himself to go ahead with his stream that night.

I let myself into his apartment when I arrived and called, “Hey you! I’m here!”

There was no response. That wasn’t unusual as Corpse often didn’t raise his voice because it hurt his throat too much, but I still had a sneaky suspicion that his silence had to do with the screaming he had been doing all day.

His bedroom was empty, so I that meant he was in his streaming room. I normally wouldn’t just walk in and interrupt his streaming or editing, but I wasn’t about to let Corpse push himself past his limits. I knocked lightly before opening the door. Corpse was sat at his computer, the only light coming from the screen in front of him. He turned in his chair and smiled at me, the screen light silhouetting his frame.

‘hey. Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

I winced. His voice sounded worse than I expected. “Babe…”

He waved away my concern. “I’m fine. It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. You can barley speak. You must be in a lot of pain.”

He went to wave away my comment again, but started to cough and winced. I sighed and walked into the room, extending a hand to him. Reluctantly, he took it and allowed me to pull him out of the room. I led him to his room and basically forced him to lay down. I knew it was useless, but I still went to get him a glass of water to try and help with his throat.

I laid down next to him and ran my hands through his mess of curls. He leaned into my touch, a small, content smile on his face.

“I don’t think you should stream tonight,” I told him. “You should rest your voice.”

He hummed in response, his smile dissolving into a worried frown. “I have to.”

“You don’t have to. You’re allowed to take a break when you need to.”

He shook his head. “I told Rae - ”

“Rae will understand. All your friends will understand.”

Corpse sighed. He had no other argument, but I knew he’d still try. Before he could say anything, though, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me, resting his head on my chest. He placed on arm over my stomach, instantly relaxing into my embrace. I started running my fingers through his hair again, trying to ease him into a peaceful sleep, or even just a brief few minutes of rest. I knew him enough to know that playing with his hair would get him to fall asleep, especially when he was already tired, and I could tell by his eyes that he was definitely tired.

And of course, I was right. It wasn’t too long until Corpse drifted off to sleep. I kept playing with his dark, curly locks for a while, content to be laid there with him. But soon enough, I knew I would have to get up and go talk to Rae about him not playing with them tonight. I knew I’d likely feel bad when Corpse woke up and realized what I did, but I also knew he wouldn’t do it otherwise. He could be mad at me if he wanted, but I didn’t want him to be in pain.

I managed to wiggle out from under him and gently place him on the bed. I couldn’t help but stand there and look at him for a little while longer. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful.

God, I am so in love with this man.

I smiled to myself before turning and walking back to his streaming room. He had left his Discord open and I could already see he had been messaging Rae. She was asking him if he’d be okay to play with them still, and he was assuring her that he would be there because he had planned a stream of his own for that night. I sat down in his computer chair and put his headphones on before clicking the call button next to Rae’s name.

It didn’t ring for too long before Rae’s cheery voice answered. “Corpse!”

“Not Corpse,” I said.

“(Y/N)! Even better!” I chuckled at her enthusiasm. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I’m calling to let you know that Corpse won’t be playing with you tonight.”

“Oh no,” she said, her voice immediately turning to concern. “Is he okay?”

“His voice isn’t all that good right now. He doesn’t want to admit it, but I know he’s in pain. I practically had to force him to go lie down and rest. He’s still trying to play with you guys tonight, but I wanted to call to ask you to tell him to go rest if he does try to join the game.”

“Oh my God, of course! I kind of had a feeling he wasn’t as up to streaming tonight as he was saying he was. I had a group call with him and Sykkuno earlier and he didn’t sound well at all.”

“Yeah, you know Corpse. All work and no rest.”

“Thanks for looking out for him, (Y/N). I hope you know all of us appreciate him having you when we can’t be there for him.”

I smiled. “You guys don’t have to thank me. I just love him too much to see him hurting. Whatever I can do the help I’ll do it.”

We said our goodbyes and ended the call. Next, I went to Corpse’s Twitter, which he always left open, and decided to tell everyone that he would not be streaming that night so that no one was waiting around for a stream that wouldn’t be happening.

Once I was finished, I shut down his computer and made my way back to his room. Since I had been gone, Corpse had rolled onto his stomach and stretched out to basically take up the whole bed. I giggled as I tried to get into what little space was left without waking him. Unfortunately, my mission did not go as planned as the minute my back hit the bed, Corpse’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hello sleeping beauty,” I said, softly. “How do you feel?”

“Somehow, even more tired than before,” he said. His voice still sounded rough, but it sounded more like his just waking up voice and not like he had hurt it earlier. That was a good sign.

“Maybe you need more sleep then.”

“I need a few months worth of sleep,” he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. “What time is it, anyways?”

I checked my phone. “It’s seven.”

Corpse’s eyes widened and he quickly sprung up to a sitting position. “Shit! Rae’s lobby starts at seven!”

I reached a hand out to stop him before he got out of bed. “I was already talking to Rae. I told her you weren’t feeling well, and she understands. I think she already has someone else lined up.”

“You did what?!”

The angry tone in his voice made me flinch. “I…I called Rae?”

“Why did you do that? I told you I had to be in that lobby!”

“Corpse, you were recording a song all day that required you to scream. Your voice is not good, your throat is obviously in pain. Even Rae said you didn’t seem yourself when she was talking to you earlier! Missing one lobby and one stream isn’t going to be the end of the world.”

“Ah fuck, my stream! If I don’t have a lobby - ”

“I took care of that too.”

He looked at me in shock. “You…how…?”

I suddenly felt very guilty for all I had done without talking to him first. “I…I tweeted…”

I trailed off, but Corpse knew where I was going with it. He pulled his phone from his pocket and went onto Twitter to see the tweet I had posted. He groaned and tossed his phone on the bed, running his hands through his hair.

“I was fine to stream, (Y/N)!” he snapped.

The raising of his tone cut deep. He had never raised his voice at me before. It was kind of scary, but at the same time it made me angry. I was just trying to look out for him, and this was how he was reacting?

“You are not fine to stream!” I snapped back. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you before I called Rae or before I posted the tweet, but I know how you are, Corpse. I know that you would’ve worked all day on that song, screaming and fucking up your throat, and then you would’ve went and streamed for like two hours and hurt yourself more, and then you’d be out of commission and feeling like shit for days. I’m sorry but I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I don’t want you to push yourself past your limits and run yourself down. I’m sorry that I care so much about you that I wanted to make sure you actually rested for once!”

Tears were welling up in my eyes. I had to look away to stop Corpse from seeing me cry. Part of me wanted to leave and to just let him do whatever he wanted, but at the same time I didn’t want to get up from his bed. I just wanted to sit there and let the emotions pass before I said or did anything else.

The bed dipped next to me and I felt his arms wrap around me. He rested his chin on top of my head and I leaned into his chest instinctively.

“I’m sorry I raised my voice at you,” he said. “I know you meant well with what you did.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about it first,” I responded.

Corpse shook his head. “You shouldn’t be sorry. You’re trying to look out for me. I know if I had joined that lobby then everyone would’ve tried to get me to leave, too. I just…I don’t want everyone to forget about me if I’m not posting content.”

I raised my head to look at him. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t respond at first. He looked away, trying not to meet my eye. I cupped his face with both of my hands and forced him to look down at me. “Corpse, you know your fans aren’t going to go away if you take some time away, right? They’re still going to be there for you.”

“But will they? If I’m not giving them constant content, will they not just grow bored of me and look for another creator who can actually meet their needs?”

I wiggled out of his arms to reach for his phone that he had discarded onto the bed. I opened the thread of replies on the tweet I had posted and showed it to him.

“You see these?” I asked as I scrolled through the comments. “All these messages are in support of you taking time off to rest. Everyone here wants you to take care of yourself, not for you to be posting content until you’re burnt out. They care so much about you. They’re not going anywhere, they’ll be here when you’re ready to post again.”

Corpse buried his head in my hair, holding me close to his chest again. I heard him sniffle, so I knew he was crying. I decided not to push it and wrapped my arms around his middle.

“I don’t deserve someone as amazing as you,” he said, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

“I think you deserve the world,” I responded. I lifted my head so I could kiss his nose. “Now, wanna lay down and watch Death Note again?”

He smiled and kissed my lips before responding, “You already know the answer to that.”

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request?: yes!

“Something like meeting corpse on a steam and he knows your music and wants you to collab with him and you fangirl for each other”

description: in which two music making creators meet and feel completely starstruck over one another

pairing: corpse husband x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

After how many musicians Corpse had streamed with, he thought he wouldn’t be starstruck by anyone else. But then Rae asked him a pretty big question.

“Want to stream with (Y/N) tonight?”

(Y/N) was a former YouTuber that rose to fame basically overnight. She went from making covers in her bedroom to making her own music, which got so big it charted over some of the best selling artists out there. Her music wasn’t what Corpse usually listened to, but he wanted to give it a try to support a fellow creator, and found himself really enjoying it.

When Rae asked about streaming with her and (Y/N), Corpse couldn’t say yes quick enough. Then, of course, his anxiety kicked in. He kept thinking about how he could mess up this interaction, all the wrong things he could say and do. Moments before the stream was supposed to start, Corpse found himself wanting to back out due to this anxiety.

The familiar starting lobby of Among Us lit up Corpse’s screen. His friends were all there, with the big outlier being a yellow character with (Y/N)’s YouTube name over it. He took a deep breath and joined the ongoing Discord call, immediately met with voices overlapping and calling out at one another.

“Corpse!” Ra’s voice cut through them all. “Welcome!”

“Hey,” Corpse said.

“Whoa,” an unfamiliar voice marveled. “His voice is so deep! Is this who you’ve been telling me about Rae?”

“This is him,” Rae confirmed. “Corpse, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), Corpse.”

“Even his name is cool!”

Corpse’s heart raced knowing that Rae talked about him to (Y/N). He hoped he could live up to whatever expectations were likely in place.

“You guys are gonna have to go easy on me,” (Y/N) said. “I’ve never played Among Us before and you’re all, like, professionals.”

“There’s no going easy, only yelling,” Sean joked.

The game started and Corpse’s screen indicated that he was a crewmate. The familiar Skeld map loaded and he decided to start with the hardest task on the map: the card swipe.

“Watch me fail card swipe in front of (Y/N),” he told his chat as (Y/N)’s character followed him into Admin. “Or she kills me, which would be an honor.”

He started trying to scan his card, only for the negative sound to fill his headphones. He sighed and tried again, only to fail again. It felt like deja vu as he kept attempting, and failing, to finish the simple task.

Come on, I didn’t mean what I said literally.

He was saved by a body being found. The first thing he heard as everyone unmuted was (Y/N)’s laugh.

“Corpse,” she said, “why are you standing at the card swipe task for so long?”

Sean jumped in before Corpse could respond, “Oh no Corpse, not again.”

“Again?” (Y/N) asked.

“I, uh, I’ve had a bad track record with the card swipe,” Corpse admitted.

“Oh!” (Y/N) was still giggling. Corpse felt his face burning with slight embarrassment. “In that case, I can clear Corpse for this one. He’s been in Admin the whole round so there was no way he could’ve killed anyone.”

They voted to skip and continued on with the next round. Corpse quickly ran into Admin again and finished his card swipe in one try. He started moving to Electrical where his next few tasks were. He walked in to find he was alone besides Karl, who took this as his opportunity to kill Corpse then vent out.

Corpse stared at his screen for a long time, where his ghost bean was floating over his dead body. Through his shock, he began to laugh. He couldn’t count how many times Karl had killed him early in the game whenever they played together. It had basically become some weird, unspoken tradition between the two of them. So, keeping to the tradition, he decided to send a voice message to Karl in response.

When his body was found by Rae and everyone unmuted, Karl’s familiar laugh rang out through the lobby.

“Whatcha laughing at, Karl?” Toast questioned.

“Okay, so I just got a message from Corpse and I thought it was him responding to my 8 Ball,” Karl explained, “but instead it was this.”

The sound of Corpse screaming played through Karl’s mic. The lobby erupted into laughter and began voting Karl out, even though the younger streamer tried to plead his case with some made up story about why Corpse would’ve sent him that voice message.

“Wait!” (Y/N) called above everyone. “Wait, was that Corpse legit screaming?”

“It was, wanna hear it again?” Karl asked. He didn’t wait for a response before playing the message again.

“That’s amazing!” (Y/N) said. “Does he scream in his music?”

She knows I make music? Corpse thought. Rae must’ve told her. Still, the fact that she knows my music exists is incredible.

“He does!” Leslie responded. “I’ll send a link to his best one in chat if you want to check it out.”

“Change of plans guys, everyone vote for me so I can listen to Corpse screaming.”

Corpse realized he was smiling to himself when his screen went dark and he saw his reflection in the monitor. There was something different about (Y/N) talking about listening to his music than when anyone else he had streamed with talked about it. He couldn’t place it, but knowing that (Y/N) wanted to go listen to one of his songs while playing the game made him feel fuzzy inside.

She wasn’t voted out, but as he completed his tasks Corpse came past her ghost, indicating that she had been killed shortly after their meeting. A sound played through Corpse’s headphones and he noticed a red exclamation mark over the chat in the top left corner.

It was from (Y/N).

CORPSE YOUR MUSIC IS SO GOOD!!!!!!

Before he could respond, another message came in: I may or may not have listened to like three songs after the meeting ended. I’m glad I’m dead so I can finish your entire discography.

“Oh my God,” Corpse breathed out loud.

He took a deep breath and tried to respond as calmly as possible.

Thank you! I work hard on it :)

Near seconds later, another message popped up: I can tell. It’s really well done. Rae said you do it all in your bedroom?

“Rae must’ve told her so much about me,” Corpse said. “I wonder if she asked or if Rae just told her about all of us.”

Yeah, I don’t have a label and I’ve never gone to a studio. All done in the comfort of my apartment.

That’s amazing!!! Please teach me sometime, I don’t know the first thing about music editing.

Another body was found before Corpse could respond to this. As the meeting went on he just stared at the last message (Y/N) sent. He couldn’t believe she had actually asked him to teach her how to edit her own songs. He figured it would’ve been easier to have someone else do that stuff for her, and all she had to do was write and sing.

“I just wanna say one thing before we end this meeting,” came Charlie’s voice, which shocked Corpse considering Charlie had been dead since round one. “I just wanna tell Corps and (Y/N) to get a room.”

The lobby laughed as Bretman, the only other dead player, unmuted to add, “Yeah (Y/N), I don’t want to see you flirting with my Corpsey like that. It’s making me mad jealous.”

The call went quiet again as Corpse felt like his face was on fire. He wasn’t embarrassed by the messages in the slightest, and he hoped (Y/N) wasn’t either. But he also didn’t want her to get the wrong idea about his intentions. He was sure nothing about his messages seemed flirty, but he wasn’t sure how she was reading into it now.

Suddenly, an incoming call from Discord pulled him out of the game and he saw that it was (Y/N) trying to privately call him. He stared at the screen for a long time, not sure what to do. Finally, he forced himself to press “answer”.

“Hello?” he said.

“Corpsey, huh?” (Y/N) asked. He could hear the amused grin in her voice.

Corpse couldn’t help but smile as well. “Yeah, that’s what they call me sometimes. Mainly Bretman. He’s a bit flirty.”

“That’s the Leo in him,” (Y/N) commented.

“That’s what people say about me, too, but I don’t understand what that means.”

(Y/N) giggled. “It’s an astrology thing. I’m really into that stuff. I made Rae tell me when everyone’s birthdays were so I could figure out what your zodiac signs were and shit.”

“Is that why Rae told you so much about me?”

Corpse cringed after the question escaped his lips. He sounded so desperate, he didn’t mean to but he definitely did. She was gonna think he was a loser.

“No, I actually asked about you,” she responded. “Rae told me about your deep voice and said how you made music, and I got intrigued. I was waiting until the game to actually look you up or anything. I wanted to have an authentic reaction to your voice.”

Corpse chuckled. “Well, it sounded pretty authentic. That’s the reaction most people have when they hear it.”

“I’d believe it. I’ve never heard someone with a voice as low as yours before. And your screaming is incredible. You could make some hardcore metal music with a scream like that.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“Although, I guess the screaming hurts your throat with your GERD and stuff.”

Corpse noticed that the game had ended and it was waiting for him to rejoin the lobby. He clicked “Play Again” and loaded into the spawn, but decided to stay on the call with (Y/N) instead of joining the chat lobby.

“It doesn’t hurt as bad as most people think. Only when I scream for too long,” he explained.

“Does that happen often?”

“When I’m making music, yes. I try not to scream too much so I don’t fuck up my voice, but sometimes it happens. It’s kind of a good pain, though.”

“Kinky.” There was a pause before (Y/N) added, “Fuck, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I’m sorry, you must think I’m creepy now.”

“Not at all,” Corpse said. “Trust me, I read worse about myself every day. It’s the struggles of being an Internet heartthrob.”

The two laughed together. Corpse found himself easing into his conversation with (Y/N) a lot more now. He just wanted to keep talking to her the entire game and not have to join the loud lobby of his friends again.

Unfortunately, a message came in from Rae asking them to re-join the call so that they could start the next game. (Y/N) must’ve received the same message because she sighed.

“I want to talk to you more outside of the game,” she told him. “I’d like to discuss the music editing and stuff. I’m really intrigued to learn how you do it all on your own.”

“I’d love to tell you. Maybe we could work on a song together sometime.”

The suggestion slipped out without much thought. Corpse hoped she knew it was a meaningless suggestion and not that he was just trying to use her to make music. He had dealt with one too many people like that before and knew how much it sucked.

(Y/N) was silent for so long that Corpse wondered if she had left the call. When she finally responded, it took him by surprise. “You mean that?”

“Yeah, if you’d like to.”

“Are you kidding me? I’d love to! That would be so awesome!”

“Okay. Well, call me after the stream, we can arrange some details.”

“Will do. See you in the spaceship, Corpse.”

Corpse was smiling to himself again as they joined the Discord call again. He had completely forgotten about his own stream until the game started, the big red leaders reading “IMPOSTER” at the top of Corpse’s screen giving him the opportunity to look over at his chat. Everyone was teasing him over his interaction with (Y/N), as his fans would.

“Shut up guys,” Corpse said, but he couldn’t hide the lightness in his voice.

Yeah, he was definitely starstruck, and maybe a little bit more as well.

warnings: rpf, some swearing, fluffy fluffy goodness, a little mention of smut but not much

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