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background: y/n is a streamer who’s known for her soft yet chaotic ways and her love of an anime called my hero academia. she has a habit of saying dumb things when she’s up at night, and the result of one from 4am leads to her talking with a faceless persona from youtube. even with songs about cat and e-girls, he just might end up writing one about anime girls along the way.

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Corpse Husband x Reader (Female) ft. Corpse’s ex’s POVE (Fem OC)

Warnings: Breakup, Post-breakup angst, Melancholy, Swearing

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?

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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

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authors note:

i know it’s short but I didn’t really know what to do., also check out @/puddinginthefridge on ig because that’s where I got the art work from!!