Genre: SongFic, Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: Corpse’s ex’s view on his relationship with his new girlfriend Y/N shown through the lyrics of Olivia Rodrigo’s ‘Happier’
Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! I’m so sorry you haven’t been able to receive it earlier but here it finally is and I hope it makes the wait worth it! Love, Vy ❤
We broke up a month ago Your friends are mine, you know, I know You’ve moved on, found someone new One more girl who brings out the better in you
Sykkuno has been apologizing profusely ever since the slip-up a few days ago. Bless his heart, he’s got nothing to apologize for. After all, Corpse and I made it seem like we broke up due to mutual interests and that it was all entirely amicable and neither of us had any sort of problem with the other. And, in all honesty, that’s more or less the truth.
There are no hard feelings between us, there weren’t any even during the period of the break-up, before or after it. None. It was all so simple and yet hurt so much. Because, and let me be 100% bare with you here, no matter how mutual or friendly-termed it was, the scale was definitely tipped.
Tipped in a way that made me swallow my pride and my own personal stance just so Corpse could be happy because he clearly wasn’t finding that happiness with me anymore whereas I was still hopelessly in love with him and could see a future with him. Hearing him lay out the problems he’s been having with our relationship and how he doesn’t wish to fix them was the biggest betrayal I’ve ever had to face. Mostly cause he didn’t do it in a mean or selfish way like I wish he did. I wish he had taken on a different persona so I wasn’t still looking and listening to the person I’ve been so in love with all this time. Just so I wouldn’t feel like my heart got ripped out of my chest by someone I trusted to hold it gentle but rather a complete stranger who I wouldn’t want to be with either.
I wanted him to be someone I could hate in those moments, but he wasn’t. Just like the girl he’s with now - I want her to be the boyfriend thief one would imagine in some cheesy early 2000′s rom-com. I want her to be the mean-spirited, high-strung princess I’d envision when close my eyes and conjure up a list of people I hate in my head.
But neither her nor Corpse make it on that list.
And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But she’s so sweet, she’s so pretty Does she mean you forgot about me?
Neither of them can possibly be there. Not when I still love him and will continue to do so for some period of time. Not when she’s this sweet, kind human being that’s a literal ball of sunshine and brings light into any setting she finds herself in. I’ll go as far as to say I’d love to meet her even. In another world, maybe I’d be calling her my sister because of how great of a friendship we’d make.
I came across a stream where she was invited yesterday. The streamer gang and her work so well together even if they too were apprehensive towards her in the beginning. She grew on them immediately and won them over with how genuine she is in all her pure-heartedness and kindness.
And she clearly makes Corpse so damn happy.
I haven’t heard him laugh like that in what feels like forever now. It makes me feel horrible to think I didn’t notice that before. That he wasn’t laughing from the heart anymore. That he wasn’t the happy person I was in a relationship with the first year of our relationship.
I’m glad he’s found someone who’s re-sparked that joy in him, but I can’t help but feel like that spark is burning so bright that it’ll burn me out of his memory. It’ll erase me from his heart…or maybe it already has.
Oh, I hope you’re happy But not like how you were with me I’m selfish, I know, I can’t let you go So find someone great, but don’t find no one better I hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier
When I think back to that aforementioned first year of our relationship just to compare it to the one he currently has with her - which I hate doing but is stronger than me - I can’t help but remember similar images. Laughter, smiles, inside jokes, tickle fights, doing each other’s eyeliner, cooking at odd hours of the night, making paper airplanes from old magazines I’d randomly buy, playing multiplayer games together no matter how bad I was at them.
I remember when he’d read horror stories to me to lull me to sleep.
I remember when I’d hold him in my arms to calm him down when he’d be having a panic or anxiety attack.
I still feel his hand on my thigh even when I sit alone in my car and think back to the many late night trips to fast food drive thrus where although I was the one to order he’d still feel nervous and hold me so tenderly for his comfort as well as to show me his constant affection. Affection that overtime faded slowly before finally disappearing.
Affection I’m sure and I hope he’s now giving her - Y/N is her name. But I still hope they don’t do any of the things we did when we were together. I hope those moments will remain there as a reminder of me and won’t be overlayed by the same memory made with her.
And do you tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen? An eternal love bullshit you know you’ll never mean Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me?
He’s probably exercised many of the same lines he did on me on her. Complimenting her beauty, her smarts, her talents, gaming skills, whatever. I can’t blame him or nitpick that when I don’t know the girl. Maybe she genuinely deserves all the compliments. But that doesn’t mean that they won’t sound fake to my ears now that I feel like he never meant them when he said them to me.
If he had meant them, would he have let us fall apart so easily?
And now I’m pickin’ her apart Like cuttin’ her down will make you miss my wretched heart But she’s beautiful, she looks kind She probably gives you butterflies
Last night, a terrible one, I happened to stumble across Y/N’s YouTube channel. Turns out she too is a content creator, albeit a smaller one. She does seem to have a dedicated and loyal fanbase though. She does makeup and gaming streams, some of which I partially sat through just so I can do some self-reflection and comparison in the most unhealthy possible way. But then that derailed into something even more toxic - it had me turning into a horrible person.
‘That’s why he probably thinks she’s beautiful - all that makeup’
‘Her laugh is so loud and high-pitched, it’s probably fake‘
‘No wonder her fans are so loyal, she’s dressed so provocatively she’s practically got them hypnotized into donating‘
‘Her humor’s so dull‘
‘She’s so fake‘
‘Just watch that subscriber count grow. If that’s not why she’s with him then I don’t know why. They’re polar fucking opposites‘
I hate the girl who thought of all that bullshit at a particularly low moment last night. I just couldn’t believe how much I wasn’t able to dig deep and find anything substantial to hold against this sweetheart girl. She took all that makeup off and was still beautiful, model-like so. Her laugh is melodious and childishly innocent. She has a great fashion sense, her outfits are the perfect mix of classy and outlandish. She made me genuinely crack up more than a few times, barreling me into laughter even, which isn’t always easy, mind you. She’s genuine, I was the first to admit that, I don’t know where that thought came from but it went directly against all I believe it’s fucking ridiculous. She hasn’t once mentioned Corpse in her streams and even mentioned on that stream with the gang that she wants their professional lives to stay as detached as possible.
Maybe there I have my answer right in front of me. She’s this person that gives him butterflies and I’m that bitter person I never realized I’d become. I have no right to villainize them for their happiness, not when I love that for them.
But hate it all the same.
I hope you’re happy But not like how you were with me I’m selfish, I know, I can’t let you go So find someone great but don’t find no one better I hope you’re happy I wish you all the best, really Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on her I hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier
I hope he’ll think of me every now and then and remember that girl he loved. I hope he’ll hold onto at least a small part of me as I will of him. I hope he loves her truly, because that girl doesn’t deserve to get bamboozled by him or anyone else that might enter her life, she’s too wonderful for that.
I hope they are happy, but I hope our relationship remains as fond of a memory for him as it does for me, regardless of what it turned into towards the end of its duration. It was my first time being in love, and it was my first time falling apart this bad.
I owe Corpse many romantic firsts but I’ll always hate him for being my first official heartbreak.
And I’ll hate Y/N for being the first ‘new girl’ I actually care about.
I hate them for being exactly what I want them to be - happy, happier.
But, at the end of the day, I don’t hate them. I simply miss when him and were them.I hope he sometimes misses it too. Is that too much to ask?
Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral, They/Them Pronouns Used)
Warnings: Hanahaki Disease (Coughing/Throwing up flowers/flower petals), Melancholy of unrequited love, Mentions/References/Jokes about Death and Dying in the future, Swearing
Genre: Angst, Angsty Romance, Choose-you-own-ending, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: Corpse is a victim of Hanahaki Disease as a result of his crush on a mystery somebody. Will we ever find out who they are? Will they find out about this curious predicament?
Requested by @sensaysstuff Hi dear! Thank you so much for the wonderful request! I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to write and post it but here it is. It was my first time dabbling in this trope too so I apologize if I got anything incorrectly. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤
It’s been a whole week, a whole week of my own lungs being my arch nemeses. I’m no stranger to being the victim of my body’s flaws and my organs’ short-comings, but man, this is next level brutal. It’s got a sort of punch-to-the gut humorous irony to it because, although it fucking sucks, it’s also the prettiest disease I’ve had to deal with. Hell, I’ve even started collecting the flowers, they look really pretty when you don’t know the context behind their presence on my dining table.
It first happened the night after a stream when I felt surprisingly tired, enough so to doze off to sleep. I did so with a smile even because the stream was so great and I had so much fun talking to my friends and playing with them as we usually do. Except, this time around we had involved alcohol in the fun so you can imagine the antics we were up to.
That being said, when I woke up barely an hour after having gone into lights-out mode with an overwhelming urge to throw up, I wasted no time chucking it up to the consumption of the three beers as I ran to the bathroom. And it’s not so unusual to have certain things that I’m usually tolerant of not land correctly a specific one time just to mess with me. Alcohol is up on that list but no matter how it lands, it’s never before made me chuck a flower out of my mouth.
Yes, a whole ass fucking flower.
Imagine how long I sat there looking at the toilet bowl which now had a flower floating in there like it was nobody’s business. I pinched and pinched at my arms to try and wake myself from whatever kind of fever dream this could’ve been but it was no use. I was as awake as I could be and had been turned into a flower producing machine.
Of course, the first thing I did once my legs unjelly-ed was google this puzzling phenomenon, hoping for something but not sure what. I don’t know what would’ve been a comforting diagnosis for a literal flower clawing its way out of my throat but whatever. At the very least, I found a diagnosis - Hanahaki Disease: an ailment that targets victims of unrequited love, causing them to cough or puke flowers till the object of their affection returns the same feelings. If that doesn’t happen on time, however, the victim is to be suffocated by an overflow of flowers in their lungs.
The thought I remember swimming through my head after rereading the damn explanation for the fiftieth fucking time is simple and straight to the point:
I’m gonna fucking die at the hands of fucking flowers….FLOWERS DON’T EVEN HAVE HANDS
What did I do next, you might be wondering. Don’t, because it’s pathetic. I sent the weirdest text a person could receive to the Amigops group chat.
Me: GUYS I HAVE HANAHAKI DISEASE I’M GONNA DIE
And just my luck, Toast was the only one up at that hour. He did have a logical reaction but still…
T: The fuck did you mix in that beer, man?
I left him on read.
* * * * *
Since then, I’ve gotten around to explaining it to my friends and even making it as far as getting them to believe it - even if some (read: Toast) still tease me about it. I’d say that’s headway and a half in comparison to how I thought things would go but the fact still remains - I’m a dead man walking.
“Corpse, why do you have to be so pessimistic?! How do you know the person doesn’t like you back?” Rae has tried comforting me time and time again.
“Cause I have this disease.“ It’s comical how simple the answer is.
“Ok…“ she clears her throat before correcting herself, “How do you know they won’t develop feelings for you in the future?“
“Cause they won’t. I just know, ok? Don’t ask me how.“ It’s gotten increasingly harder to be able to keep my bitterness at bay but I’m managing semi-nicely, thank you very much.
Oh and yeah, we’ve resorted to calling the object of my affection ‘this person’ because I’ve been more than adamant on keeping their identity a secret. There’s no way I’m handing Toast a gas can so he can pour it in the fire that is his teasing. He really doesn’t need any more material, I believe he’s got plenty to work with when you take into consideration my misery and agony.
“Look on the bright side: that bouquet is the most colorful thing in your entire apartment. You may die but the flowers breathe life into the living space. Isn’t that poetic?“ There he goes, without missing a beat. I know he’s not trying to be mean - if anything he attempts to knock as many laughs out of me as possible - so an eyeroll is the farthest he’s gotten on my anger meter.
“I’d say cruel. Or tragic.“ Sykkuno adds. He’s been very timid about the topic, frightened by the end I’ve foreseen and embraced by now.
“Life is one great big tragedy.“ Toast replies with a heavy accent that is inaccurate to whatever part of the world he was trying to accentuate.
“Jeez, what’s with all this melancholy?“
The voice comes from none of the four of us and a quick check of the participants list confirms that there’s a fifth party now present in the call. One I’d like for us to tiptoe around when it comes to the subject - Y/N.
“Toast just finally decided to catch up on some high school reading. He’s currently hung up on Shakespeare.“ Rae jumps in to mend the situation even though she doesn’t know my intention on keeping this a secret from Y/N. For all she knows they’re already aware of my ailment but bless her heart regardless.
The save actually catches me so off-guard with its creativity and humor that it sends me in a fit of laughter. One that transpires into a coughing fit, producing another flower.
“Oh God, Corpse, are you ok? That sounded rough?“ Y/N asks, concern evident in their voice.
I shake my head before I remember they can’t see me and hurry to answer verbally, “Yeah, no worries. I’m no stranger to a little coughing fit.“
“That was anything but little. Might wanna go to the hospital, buddy.“ They reply, causing me to cringe inwardly at both the thought of going to the hospital for this ridiculous and downright degrading disease and also the nickname they casually added at the end.
“Hey, what flower was it this time, Corpse?“ Toast teases, causing me to grit my teeth and bringing himself up on the annoyance scale.
“I told you they don’t change.“ I all but groan, burying my face in my hands.
“Ah, so you’re stuck coughing up orchids till doomsday come.“ He assesses casually as though he isn’t referring to my literal doomsday but ok.
“Wait, do you even like orchids?“ Sykkuno asks, a small but meaningful attempt at lightening up the situation.
“This kind, yeah. They’re a nice shade of blue, they’re pretty.“ I reply with a shrug, looking at the flower now prepped up on my desk as though it’s a suspect in some criminal case I’m trying to crack - my own murder, that is.
“Wait, wait, wait. Back up, all of you.“ Y/N, rightfully confused, interjects, “Corpse, you’re coughing up flowers?! The fuck kind of idiot do you guys take me as?“
Before I can jump to our defense, Rae beelines right to the point, “Look up Hanahaki disease, we’re really not making fun of you or anything. If anything we’re trying to figure out how to save Corpse’s life.“
Y/N’s end stays quiet for a bit, the silence only interrupted by the clicking of the keys of their keyboard until they finally speak, “Oh shit, this really is real….” For a moment their voice fades again as they mumble the words they read to themself, “It says here that he could get surgery and have it removed.”
“Yeah, this mule of a man simply cannot let go of whoever this person is, even to save his own life.“ Rae complains in her typical motherly way. Bless her heart once more, I know I’m frustrating the hell out of her by being so determined to avoid the surgical solution but I simply can’t let go of this feeling. Sure, it’s torture and inevitable demise but it’s made me more human in this life than anything ever has. It’s the first and only time I’ve felt so strongly for another person that it almost seems right for it to have this kind of consequences just as a small fucked-up reminder that I’m not allowed to love or be loved romantically. Well, fuck that rule, I’ll love till doomsday come, to phrase it in a Toast-y way.
“I love this person too much, ok?“ I reply defensively like I’ve done all the previous times they’ve confronted me on the topic.
“Who are they?“ Y/N doesn’t beat around the bush too much, “I’ll kick their ass into loving you.“
Goddamn that’s sad
Despite that thought, I manage to chuckle, “That I cannot tell you.”
“Ok, fine. Allow me to use my detective skills then.“ They clear their throat and snap their fingers before following that up with: “What kind of flower are you coughing up?“
“Dendrobium Orchids.“ I reply with a playful eyeroll, throwing my hands behind my head to get comfortable in my chair, knowing full well this investigation isn’t going anywhere. The flowers have no meaning, I specifically read that. They can come in all kinds, shapes, sizes and colors. “Blue, if that helps.“
“Whose favorite flower is that?“ Rae ponders semi-aloud.
“It doesn’t have a correlation with the object of my affection. Don’t look into a dead end.“ I sigh, suddenly feeling heavy-chested.
“It doesn’t matter if the flowers are randomized. Yours is repetitive and of a specific kind and color.“ She corrects me, clearly having done her own research on the disease.
“So we really need to find this orchid lover and get them to love you.“ Toast sums up like he’s come to the solution of a problem after hours or days of looking for it.
“Yes! It directly points to the person who your heart longs for!“ Rae, finally having someone in her corner, is obviously excited whereas I’m terrified.
What if they’re right?
Suddenly Y/N, who’s been eerily quiet for the past three minutes, speaks up, “Blue dendrobium orchids are my favorite flowers…“
Fuck, they’re right.
The silence that overcomes the call is deafening to the point that it forces me to remove my headset just to escape it but it follows me into the quiet of my recording room too.
So, to escape it properly I choose to teleport myself back to a time when this was all so much simpler. For example, that stream. The stream that occurred moments before this disaster took over my life.
And I specifically remember the moment I provoked it. The moment when I was still struggling to pull myself together after a joke Y/N had cracked. The moment the forbidden thought passed through my head:
God, I’m so fucking in love with them
I did this to myself, I know that by now. I just had to go and fall for someone I can’t have. Someone already taken. Someone who wouldn’t see me as anything more than a friend even if they weren’t already in a relationship.
At least I’ll die knowing that a small part of them remains in me - quite literally, their favorite flowers will continue growing in my lungs. I’ll make sure to use that last breath to say their name.
A/N: Choose your own ending, lovelies! Feel free to submit anything you come up with to me, I’d be delighted to read your follow-ups to this fic <3
It must have been around 2 or 3 AM when they had finally fallen asleep. Corpse, much to his own surprise, didn’t find himself repeatedly checking the time on his phone like he usually does. Instead, he spent every moment talking with Cora in hushed whispers, little giggles passing between them and exchanging soft ghosts of a kiss every once in a while. He wasn’t sure who fell asleep first - they both felt their eyes go heavy and their mumbles faded into silence, the exact moment blurring in his mind. He, however, was the one to wake up first, his usual sleeping pattern taking form as per usual, not allowing him long slumber if any at all. When his eyes fluttered open, he felt a weight on his chest and was briefly concerned he had woken up into a bad day of anxiety. Instead, he found himself cradling a smaller figure to his chest, arm looped around her lower back as she slept peacefully. His delicate touch combed her hair out of her face, not wanting to wake her up before she was ready to face the day on her own accord. It was one thing to see the peace in her face while she slept on his lap. But here? With her cradled in the crook of his arm, asleep on his chest?
He could have sworn his heart ached with joy.
This can’t be real.
But it is, even if it wasn’t, he would be prepared to accept this reality as his real one. Because here, in this new reality they’ve created together, he feels something he hasn’t felt in a long time. He feels happy. Truly and utterly happy.
He brushes his thumb across her cheek, eyes half lidded as he watches her content smile become more prominent with each passing second. As gentle and calm as he tried to be, it isn’t long before Cora’s voice startles him from his trance, still not quite yet aware of his affectionate gaze.
“You’re staring…” She murmurs so faintly he almost misses it.
“Sorry…” He replies with a mumble, drawing his hand away as a blush creeps to his cheeks. Before it could get far, she reaches out and takes hold of it, tucking it back in its previous spot as she snuggles closer into his chest.
“Mm…time is it?” She whispers, smiling softly as she rubs her nose against his knuckles.
He sighs softly, looking up to the ceiling. It takes him a moment but he soon realizes they;ve found themselves in a deja vu similar position.
“…I can’t tell, you’ve taken me hostage again.” He whispers into her hair, smirking against the bird’s nest it had turned into as she slept.
She shifts a little, winding her ankle around his. “Guess it doesn’t matter then. Time is just a social construct anyway, right?” She replies, sighing happily, evidently ready to doze off once more.
Corpse, whether he likes it or not, comes to terms with the fact that he isn’t going to be moving anytime soon yet again and lets his own eyes flutter closed, keeping Cora closely cuddled up against his side. She’s warm, the blanket draped over them leaving him in a cocoon of comfortable coziness.
“Guess not…” He whispers, kissing the top of her head before sinking back into sleep along with her.
A couple hours pass. In that time Corpse has gone from having Cora tucked up against his chest to having her tightly wrapped up in his arms, face pressed into his shoulder. She has looped one arm over his waist and the other under his neck, legs tangled together as he murmurs into her hair.
He has to admit, as he feels the grogginess of having just woken up start to leave him, this is one of the best nights of sleep he’s gotten in a long while. Maybe it’s because of the warm body next to him, or maybe it’s because he finally feels safe enough with someone beside him. He doesn’t think that he could really explain it to anyone, but having another person there was more than he needed.
Black curls shuffle against the pillows as he tucks her in closer which initially would seem impossible considering their bodies are already flush against one another. Cora shifts and stretches in his hold before squeaking. It was one of those good stretches, the ones that made your body shiver with delight. She rolls away from him, briefly leaving him with a twinge of emptiness in his chest but it’s quickly extinguished when she rubs her face and reaches out to pat his chest.
“You slept well, Hades?” She sounds groggy, the slumber as hard as a rock having rasped her voice a tiny bit. She tilts her head to look at him, eyes lidded with a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. It’s a beautiful sight he finds himself so entranced by, that his own lips quirk a little before he leans forward to touch his forehead to hers for a moment. That’s good enough for him, the feeling it provokes in his chest much alike the one that blossoms when their lips touch.
She runs her hand through his dark curls and forces herself to sit up, his shirt hanging off one of her shoulders as she blinks sleepily. Corpse is in no rush himself, choosing to lay there and continue observing her, taking in the elements that compile her beauty: hair messily tousled following the long night’s slumber; how his shirt looks on her, like it always belonged there to begin with, like he’d done it injustice by wearing it himself. He could keep going but when she looks over her shoulder and catches him staring he looks away, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.
She grins and ruffles her hair to help undo the knots that have formed before scrunching her face at him. “You gonna lie in bed all day? Or are we going to get breakfast?”
He smiles and shifts so he too can sit up, legs hanging off the bed as his palms roughly rub his face. Once he’s sure he got the crud out of his eyes, he stretches his arms high above his head and arches his back before sighing. “It’s too early for you to be this awake.” He grumbles, rolling his shoulder to reawaken it after having been used as a pillow for so long.
She snorts and looks at her phone before lifting her brow and showing the screen to him, “Dude, it’s almost 11 AM.”
“Yeah. Too early.” He grins, his smile softening and he moves to stand up, wincing a little at the sudden discomfort in his neck and shoulders. Must’ve slept funny, he thinks to himself, fucking nerves. Subtly rubbing his joints so Cora doesn’t notice, he glances down at his carpet and nudged the pair of socks he’d been trying to force on her feet out of his way. “What do you think about grabbing brunch since it’s too late for breakfast now?”
“Brunch, huh? Are we fancy now, or what?” She teases, grabbing her clothes from where she’d tossed them on the floor. She wanders out of the room and makes her way to his bathroom and this time, she shuts the door.
While she’s inside, Corpse changes into his usual attire: black jeans and a simple black shirt, accessorizing with his go-to chains before stuffing a mask into his pocket and yanking on his favorite hoodie. Cora returns from the bathroom a moment later, her hair looking like it had been combed through with her fingers before getting pulled back up into a messy bun. Watching her carry his clothes with care made his heart flutter in a way he has never experienced before. She has folded them neatly and is now offering them back to him as though they were a holy item.
“Thanks for letting me borrow these. Maybe next time I come over I’ll bring my own pajamas.” She says with a beaming smile, one he returns without missing a beat.
Taking the clothes, he looks around as if he isn’t sure where to put them. A moment later, he decides the foot of his bed would be good enough at the moment.
His gaze travels down to the floor and he stutters a little as he says: “I-..um…I’m gonna….go piss.” He motions at the bathroom timidly as if he’s expecting her to be taken aback by the fact that he has bodily functions he needs to get taken care of..
Accordingly and casually, she shrugs and laughs before jokingly patting him on the head, pushing up on her tiptoes to do so, “Go for it Cujo, unless you plan on going into the back yard, then I’ll have to hook a leash on ya.”
His face flushes a deep red and he shuffles away and into the solace and privacy of his bathroom, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. She was just joking. She was just joking. Fuck me she was JOKING, he swears and scolds himself, a hand threaded deep into his mop of curls as he exhales deeply. Turning back to face the door, he locks it and begins his usual morning routine.
With that said and done, he steps back out in the hallway in a matter of fifteen minutes. Glancing to the right, he sees that Cora hadn’t gone back to his room. Moving further down the hall he catches a glimpse of her sprawled out on the couch with her legs over the armrest, tapping away on her phone while lazily kicking her feet.
When he emerges from the hall, entering her view point, she lets the phone drop to her chest and smiles. “Ready to get some grub?” She hooks her knees over the edge of the sofa like it was a set of monkey bars and reaches down to grab the edge with her fingertips and heaves herself up into a sitting position, looking up at him.
Damn that was some impressive core strength
Corpse hesitates, but before he could say or do anything, she reaches up and loops his chain around her fingers, pulling him down for a soft tender little kiss. His hands flex, gripping at nothing, hanging awkwardly at his side for a second before moving up as if he’s going to place them on her shoulders or cup her face but immediately drops them instead. What the FUCK am I supposed to do with my hands!? Before he could figure that out, she breaks away and hops up onto her feet, fingers still curled in his chain, the entanglement allowing her to pull him along behind her as she walks out of the room. “How does Waffle House sound?” She asks, sparing him a brief glance over the shoulder without letting her walking pace falter.
He follows like a lovesick puppy, lips still tingling from her kiss, creating a sensation he’s far too focused on to coherently reply so he finds himself nodding in response as he mutters a small, uncertain: “Y-yeah.”
Equipping his shoes, wallet and eyepatch, he throws on the hood of his hoodie and gives the curls that stick out from underneath it only a brief thought before he looks over at Cora who’s already pulled her shoes on. He catches himself as his gaze travels up the length of her legs, stopping at the short black shorts clinging to her upper thighs. She has omitted the fishnets she’d worn the night before, choosing to shove them in her hoodie pocket, but has left the suspenders to still hang around her thighs.
“Ready?” She asks with a bounce to her stance, smiling widely like an overly-excited child.
He nods, opening the door for her and following her out.
hello hello i was thinking about writing oneshots along with the smau,,bUt since i have no creativity pls send in some requests✨ i’d also write for the dream smp members in-game and irl (platonic only for the minors!! and no nsfw for those who are uncomfortable with it!!)
Hello! I just wanted to post this as a appreciation for all the love on my last two post for corpse! I didn’t think anyone would really like them but I see that you all do! With that I have gain some followers making me hit 800 followers which blows my mind, thank you all so much for the love, it means so much to me! I seriously don’t know how to repay you all, just thank you all so much! <3
@bingusmode my beloved requested: hey u … u asked for soft prompt? i wanna… i wanna give u a dialogue prompt ive been working on that i made for myself…. “do you think stars have feelings?” “i’d like to think they do. i think stars fall so in love they like to run into each other and create supernovas.” and then later in the story, with no added context, to see if MC remembers- “hey… i think i might be pulling a star” :’) it’s from a dream i had w corpse and maybe… maybe u can take it and do something good with it too :’)
Summary:You are the best part of a bad past - and then you come back.
A/N: 5202 words.
Warnings:light crime?? like trespassing, also mentions of Corpse getting in a fight. also also mentions/implications of disordered eating.
Corpse claims he doesn’t have friends outside of the internet. When you hear this, you call him dramatic and roll your eyes.
“I don’t have friends, I have you, and we’re not friends, you just keep showing up at my house,” his tone is deadpan as he elaborates, looking up from where you’d placed your phone in front of him. On the screen is his interview in the latest Anthony Padilla video, where he’d explained that it’s not like he has to hide his identity since he doesn’t have anyone to hide it from.
He’s sitting at the kitchen island of his shoebox kitchen, while you level an unimpressed look at him.
“You’re the one who keeps letting me in,” you tell him pointedly, hands on your hips as you look around the kitchen, before ducking down and opening one of his cupboards.
“I’m being polite,” he fires back, snarkily, and you glance up at him, eyebrow raised, a little disbelieving.
“Where’d you put your big soup pot, Mister Nobody-Loves-Me?” You ask instead, and he huffs, dropping his head to the counter in exasperation.
summary: while playing among us with her friends, kirsy can’t for the life of her stop sneezing, resulting in her demise halfway through her stream.
word count: 1,519
warning(s): swearing
a/n: trying something new and making this account for all my youtube simping targets, so the tags will be mixed. let me know what you think!
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“AGHH- I keep forgetting that I’m playing with the real Corpse until he tries to kill or accuse me.” She exclaimed to her chat room after a close one of her almost getting booted off, glancing at them to find responses scrolling aimlessly. She was referring to when she’d play Among Us with her friends from back in her home state—after the first week of her finding the notorious CorpseHusband for herself, she began playing as a knock off version of him with a specific group of friends. It was always a great time, especially when after countless team costume changes, her closest friend who loved him as well, always enjoyed when she copied his character’s look and name. Now here she was just months later, engaging in streams with the faceless man himself.
you should be his twin in the next round
the way he had you one vote away from being voted out
i can’t-
not corpse almost getting you killed AGAIN
She laughed, shaking her head. “At least you guys know I’m not…” she trailed herself off, feeling a tingling sensation from the back of her nose. It scrunched up as she tried to shake the feeling off, suddenly more in tune with this weird yet very familiar feeling. The only other thing catching her attention now was her viewers commenting on the way her face looked.
When it felt like it subsided, she shifted her position in the gaming chair and looked at her computer screen, catching the end of the body report animation. Not bothering to look at the crossed out players, she addressed the remaining five people. “We just had a meeting; who died this time?”
“Seán.”
“Noooo. Not my caffeine dealer.” She complained, ready to make another comment and call someone out. However, instead of words, a small noise that matched her voice at least half the time she spoke escaped her lips.
“What- what was that?” Rae questioned, and the girl immediately sent a glare the YouTuber couldn’t see. Out of the many times she would end up streaming or hanging out with Valkyrae, these things were bound to happen at one point or another. She knew what it was.
Kirsy figured that the brunette would egg it on until she became exasperated, and decided to get ahead. “That was me, okay? I sneezed and it sounded like a fucking five month old chihuahua.”
“That was fucking adorable.” Corpse commented, a chuckle laced into his words.
She groaned, sliding her hands down her face in agony before another one decided to make an entrance. Her friends and followers were already joking around about how she resembled a rabbit and sounded like a mouse. Ignoring the ones that were specific to him calling something she did adorable, she tried to change the topic. “Can we just-” Another one. “Ohmygod.” She muttered, taking note of the laughs she heard from her headphones. Without warning, she muted her microphone and focused on getting rid of the sneezing.
The only thing she could think of was using up the myth that saying the word ‘pineapple’ would make them go away. One that she has never debunked because it always worked when was about to sneeze in a place she didn’t want to sneeze in. And that included the first time when she just wanted to see if it was true so she could say it all those other moments that followed. However, every time she was about to completely say it out loud, another one erupted from her nostrils. The sensation it caused never ceased to exist for the next twenty seconds, the messages sent to her through chat zooming by faster than ever. She was finally able to make it go away when she said the name of the fruit rapidly, letting out a sigh of relief.
At the end of the sensory fest, she heard someone mention her name. “I still think it’s Wolfie. She always has a quick excuse and hasn’t even defended herself yet.”
“Wait-” Her eyes widened as she unmuted herself, leaning closer to the monitor as she hit her desk repeatedly. “Stop pulling this shit, Corpse!! It’s not me!”
“Then why didn’t you have a defense?” The often quiet Sykkuno questioned.
“I muted my mic because I couldn’t stop sneezing! I barely heard anything you guys said until now.” She whined, crossing her arms as she continued. “How is no one sussing out Mister Sexy Voice when he’s only been at mythroatthiswhole damn game?”
There was a beat of silence, and then Toast intervened. “What did you just call him?”
“I said what I said.” She retorted.
“She’s just mad that I caught her red handed.”
“No you didn’t, bitch. It’s not me.”
“Do you guys see that? She’s only that vulgar when she’s riled up. And what other reason does she have than being the impostor and getting upset when she’s called out?”
“Fuckoff, Dead Man.”
“Sorry Kirsy, there are only five of us left now. I have to go with Corpse on this one.” Sykkuno explained, the small voted bubble popping up next to his character.
“What?!” She exclaimed, putting her face in her hands and slouching over the keyboard. She watched helplessly as she was the only person who didn’t vote for herself, a short string of unfriendly words about the unfair result before she rested back into the gaming seat. “Este hombre literalmente me mató.” She muttered to her chat, one of her mods activating the translation bot she had to add in.
[This man literally just got me killed.]
After thanking them briefly, she sighed and followed the animation of her purple, wolf eared astronaut falling out of a bright blue sky, as the words ‘wolfie was ejected’ typed themselves out. Rae began to freak out the second she realized there was still one killer left, apologizing while also claiming that it was now Corpse since he actually was targeting the Spanish streamer.
“SOMEONE PRESS THE BUTTON. SOMEONE PRESS THE DANG BUTTON!!”
Rae began running around while the horned sprite merely stood beside the emergency button. Kirsy couldn’t help but laugh when Toast and Sykkuno did nothing but let their astronauts stand there and watch the ordeal, all while they let out their own frustrations between fits of laughter. When he finally moved his little tuxedo man, it was only in spite of the last girl standing, the two colors chasing one another around the Polus office table.
After five more seconds, someone finally decided to call a meeting once the cooldown ended, and the loud discussion began.
“I’M SORRY, WOLFIE. I promise to avenge you!”
The young woman shook her head in amusement, reading through the stream’s chat while the three of them argued against Corpse until voting could start.
the audacity-
you should’ve said pineapple sooner
HOW DOES HE LIE LIKE THAT
never trust a man named after a dead body
At that, Kirsy let out a snort, earning plenty of teasing from her followers. Biting back with banter of her own, she allowed her hearing to heighten as she talked to the viewers. Her friends were still going at each other about the last decision round and how the man made them kill off an innocent crewmate.
She kept herself occupied by also engaging in conversation with the others executed by Corpse and Lily. She got caught in the second round when she vented right as two other people walked into the security room. After she couldn’t come up with a viable defense and was voted off, she sabotaged every second she was able to in order to help her fellow impostor. Now, however, she knew the end had come. No one turned back towards the survivor versus criminal situation until the sound effects of votes being made went off from the speakers.
Dark brown orbs watched intently as pink, cyan and lime green emojis popped up underneath his player name. A deep sigh tumbled through her headset as she grinned, emitting one large clap when the victory screen faded in. “THANK YOU. He killed my damn coffee man.” She exclaimed, counting back to when Seán admitted who his killer was once she became a ghost herself.
She still had little over an hour left of stream with the others, and quickly made sure she stole the color black from Corpse, as well as copying his little outfit, just like her chat suggested.
While everyone was reeling from the near defeat in the last round even when the new one began, Corpse had his astronaut follow her to her first task. When the other player that was in the room left, he spoke up. “Hey, Kirsy. There was something I forgot to tell you during the last game.”
“What?”
“Bless you.”
Before a sarcastic remark could be uttered, an animation of her being shot by his purple boy flashed across her screen.
Summary:Non-Fatal Hanahaki AU. Feelings are fair game for nine months out of the year, but God forbid you develop a crush during Hanahaki Season; three months of coughing up petals just because you’re in love with someone who doesn’t love you back? It’s a damn inconvenience. You haven’t had an active Hanahaki Season in the four years since you started YouTube, and you think that since you’re in quarantine, not going outside, not meeting new people, you’ll be fine this year too! Except that you start playing Among Us with a group of people you’ve never met before, friends of friends, including the elusive Corpse Husband, who’s kind, and funny, and may be flirting with you, but you’re not quite sure. The point is, you make friends with him not expecting much beyond a streaming buddy, but then you get talking more often, chatting and joking at all hours in DMs, and he’s calling you sweet nicknames on stream, and you wake up on the first day of your Season coughing up flower petals and cursing yourself for falling for a man who’s first name you don’t even know!
A/N: 17,511 words. hello i wrote and ~mildly~ edited this in 24 hours because my adhd said ‘u will write a terrifying amount of words about corpse’ and i said ‘YES SIR, RIGHT AWAY’. anyways, hi, i don’t write a lot for the YouTube fandom anymore because rpf is a trick grey area, but unfortunately i don’t control the hyperfixation and the boy’s sweet personality + his edgy aesthetic hit all of my buttons. this has GRATUITOUS pop culture references, and if you don’t know what Stardew Valley is, it’s essentially a farm simulator but you also make friends with the NPCs in the nearby village. lots of different youtubers are mentioned, but Ethan (Crankgameplays / Eef) and Sean (Jacksepticeye / Spedicy), and I guess Charlie (Cr1tikal / Greaseball) and Mark (Markiplier) are the other more heavily featured folks. god there’s so many words. You’ll have to excuse me for not knowing the others too well, I’m embarrassed to admit that I only really watch Ze and Corpse often in terms of Among Us streams. ANYWAYS, please let me know what you think, I hope you like it! if this ever gets to corpse himself im going to delete this entire blog, just as a warning. no backups. yeet.
Warnings:SFW, but there is a scene near the end that gets a bit hot and heavy, but only a bit. very light mentions of sexual and kink activity but nothing explicit. Swearing. Mentions of illness, of coughing/throwing up flower petals, and foreign objects in the mouth and windpipe, but there is no risk posed beyond an inconvenience, just thought i should warn you.
Hanahaki Season was different for everyone. No-one’s quite sure what evolutionary advantage there is to coughing up flowers for three months out of the year as the body’s way of dealing with perceived unrequited feelings, but, much to the entire world’s collective irritation, it was what it was. It begins for everyone when their first romantic feelings arise and aren’t reciprocated. That could be as early as kindergarten, wanting to hold hands with one of the kids in your class more than any other person, but watching them share their launchable with someone else, though middle school is most commonly where those feelings become strong enough to actually activate the bloom. Some people on the aromantic spectrum don’t activate it until their late teens, or college, or even later, and even then they may only experience it once or twice, since the situation in which they find themselves developing romantic feelings like that doesn’t occur often, or doesn’t occur during their Season. You’re kind of jealous of aromantic people who have neverhad to deal with it.
Hanahaki Season lasts for three months, starting every year on the same date; the date you’d first ever had romantic feelings strong enough to start hacking up flower petals. You’re free to catch feelings for the other nine months without consequences, but watch out if you catch feelings around your Season, because your house tends to look like the opening of Ouran High School Host Club. The amount of flowers really varies depending on your feelings; you’d spent days putting professional florists to shame in the month leading up to your senior prom when you realized you had feelings for your best friend, right up until they asked you to go with them, and the petals had been gone the next day, but your smile hadn’t been.
Your body doesn’t care if theyhave feelings for you, all it knows is that youthink they don’t, despite the feelings you absolutely, definitely have; it needs either a confirmation, or for you to get over it.
You and your high school best friend had dated for about six months after prom, but decided that you were better off as friends, and thankfully, in the years since you’d started college, your Seasons had been a non-event; no romantic feelings, so nothing to worry about. It’s not that you didn’t go out, or didn’t date, it’s just that there was nothing serious enough to warrant an active Season when it actually came up.
Summary: Corpse wants to feel free for one night. Everything changes when he meets her.
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and brief mention of pills.
Words: 1,935
Notes: This was written for the lovely @stylistiquements and her Corpse Husband writing event! My prompt was “Do you come here often?” “You make me wish I did.” I had such a blast making this whole thing come together. Since this is the notes section I’m also going to include my own little “Authors Note” I had while I was writing. “Halfway through writing this and I just realized that Corpse probably can’t drink alcohol at all and if he can it’s in very low low doses. Liquid Courage my ass this man is running on nothing but adrenaline.” Anyways.. I hope you all enjoy!
ok, so #onlybreath is currently trending on twitter after corpse tweeted a tweet of him LITERALLY JUST BRRATHING, thank you lads! here is the soundwave made by v
