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domxmarvel · 2 years
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All morning
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Pairing: Corpse husband x Gender neutral!Reader       
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Today was one of the few times you woke up before Corpse,usually he'd be up all night if you didn't force him to go to bed. It was never easy but waking up with him in your arms was worth it,he was laying on top of you,his face buried in your neck and his breath ticking your skin. You wrapped one arm around him,running the other through his hair. You were gonna wait to wake him up but soon felt his lips on your neck,trailing kisses up to your jawline and cheek. 
"Did you sleep well?" You asked,still running your hand through his hair. 
"Yeah,thanks to you" He wrapped his arms around you,putting one of his legs around yours,so you wouldn't be able to get up. He did this a lot when he didn't want you to leave just yet. 
"If you wanted more cuddles you could've just asked,you don't have to trap me" You laughed,pulling him closer to. "I'm not leaving you,we can stay here as long as you want" 
"I love you" He whispered so quickly you barely heard him,you whispered back. 
"I love you too"
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fxckingghxst · 2 years
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Last Hope pt.2
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pt.1 || pt.2
Pairing: Ghoul!Corpse Husband x Half Ghoul!GN!
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Genre: AU (Tokyo Ghoul!AU)
Warnings: reader blames themselves a lot of things
WC: ~2.4k
Request: A continuation for the corpse husband tokyo ghoul au pls? maybe it could be the reader getting a makeover and learning how to work at the cafe ?
A/N: okay this took me a really long time and I apologize. But I finally finished…this chapter!! I might make a few more like a mini-series sorta thing. I don’t really have a plan or anything (when do I ever) so we’ll see how it goes. Thanks again @tfstuffs for your requests and support <3 !! Hope you like it! (Also just like all my other work it has not been proofread 😊 enjoy the errors loves.)
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“You’re awake!” A cheery voice startles you as you peek your head out of the room you were in. “Sorry, sorry.” Rae apologizes to you when she sees you jump and cautiously approaches you.
“It’s fine.” You reassure her with a small smile, feeling the dryness in the back of your throat as you speak. You were still unsure about where exactly you were and who all was around, but it was nice to see a somewhat familiar face this morning. Or was it already noon?
“Would you like some coffee?” She offers to you and you nod your head quickly, making her giggle to herself. “There’s a change of clothes in the bathroom here. Feel free to wash up while I make your coffee. Just come down the stairs when you're ready.” She says to you as she walks down the stairs herself. You look to the bathroom she had pointed at and walked inside of it, turning on the light and finally getting a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You almost turned the lights back off at what you saw. Face sunken and bruised on the right side. Bags under your dull eyes and hair still wet from the rain and blood. You touched the back of your head where you had gotten slammed into the wall and felt the dried blood over the healed wound. You turned your body away from the mirror, focusing your attention on how to turn on the water.
You reach the bottom of the stairs and pull aside the thin white cloth used as a half door and emerge into a completely different room. You weren’t sure what you were expecting this place to be; maybe just a normal house, but definitely not a cafe. A couple walks into the shop through the entrance and you hear Rae’s voice greet them as they find a table. They were humans. You took a step out into the dining room and looked around at the interior. Dark wood tables contrasted with the white walls and black trim around the windows. Shelves were placed high on the wall with plants and cute coffee-related trinkets on them. A wooden sign with the cafe’s name and decal covered the main wall that you see when you first enter. It was cozy and cute. How come you’ve never heard of this place before? Especially since it was run by ghouls.
“Over here!” A different voice calls out towards you and you shrink back as a man approaches you with a wide smile- almost menacingly- and grabs your wrist. “Sit over here while I make you some coffee.” He says as he begins to drag you towards an open stool. You pull on his hand, wanting him to let go of you, but he doesn’t seem to get the hint.
“Over here!” A different voice calls out towards you and you shrink back as a man approaches you with a wide smile- almost menacingly- and grabs your wrist. “Sit over here while I make you some coffee.” He says as he begins to drag you towards an open stool. You pull on his hand, wanting him to let go of you, but he doesn’t seem to get the hint.
“Michael, let go of them.” A soft, higher-pitched voice scolds the man holding your wrist. A short woman appears behind the counter with a tray full of food and drinks. She gives him a pointed look through her big round glasses and Michael lets go of you. You pull your arm back towards you and cross your arms over your stomach to prevent that from happening again.
“I’m sorry, honey.”
“Don’t apologize to me.”
“I’m sorry.” He says to you and you nod as a response before he brightened up again and gestured to the stool. “Please sit. I’ll have Lily make you some coffee- she makes the best out of everyone here.” Michael whispers to you before turning around and running into another woman who just walked out of the kitchen.
“Everyone here makes good coffee…It’s just you that makes bad coffee, Michael.” A woman with brown hair and round face says to him. He mimics her voice in a high-pitched whiny tone and walks into the kitchen.
You take a seat on the stool and look around you. You felt too open here, too seen. After last night you want nothing more than to curl back up in the dark room and stay there till the doves forget about you. A pipe dream- you know that- but it sounded nice. You straightened your back and looked over your shoulder as another person walked through the entrance, ringing the bell hooked on the door. It was Corpse. Finally a face you recognized. You felt your body relax and you even mustered a smile when he noticed you sitting on the stool.
“You’re up.” He comments as he sets a bag down on the counter. You nod your head and eye the bag suspiciously.
“What’s in the bag?” You ask out of curiosity. He puts his hands in the bag and pulls out a box of hair dye in one hand and a wig in the other.
“Which would you rather do?”
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The hair on your head felt itchy. The hair dye burned your scalp and you couldn’t get used to how different you looked. They even used concealer to cover the noticeable tattoos peeking from the collar of your shirt and on your arms. You supposed this was better than the alternative; going underground for who knows how long until the heat was off of you. You looked at yourself once more in the mirror and then at the people who helped you dye your hair, Michael, Lily, and Rae.
“Thank you.” You say to them as you touch your hair. It felt dry and stringy, like a stick of hay, but you didn’t look like you and that’s all that mattered.
“Of course, y/n. A friend of Corpse is a friend of ours.” Lily says as she continues to dry off her hands with a clean towel. You smile and think back to Corpse. He saved your life that night, And he continues to save your life when he’s not even around; introducing you to amazingly kind people who are sticking their necks out for you.
“Hey! Would you be up to learning how to make the perfect cup of coffee?!” Michael says to you excitedly as he bounces from foot to foot.
“They’re tired, Michael. We should let them rest.” Lily says as she holds his shoulder to keep him from bouncing anymore.
“No, actually. I would love to learn.” You say as you smile at them in the mirror. All of them smile back and whisk you out of the bathroom and down to the cafe floor. You watched Lily first since Michael insisted that the professional should show you the ropes first. You were in awe at how easy she made this look. It took her less than two minutes to make you the perfect cup, and it was actually perfect. Great taste, perfect temperature, and very addictive. You could see yourself drinking ten of these a day. You watched Rae and Michael next and did one alongside them. Lily oversaw everything like a hawk and critiqued everything Michael did, causing you and Rae to laugh whilst Michael attempted to fix his mistakes and crumble under Lily’s intensity.
“Alright,” You set the cup down and smile, “done!” They all crowd around to look at your coffee. Lily grabs the cup and you anticipate her reaction; you may have winged it on a few of the measurements. She takes a sip and then smacks her lips dramatically as she assesses the flavor.
“Not bad, y/n.” She says with a small smile. “Still need some more practice, though.”
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You find yourself alone behind the bar, practicing the new skills you’ve learned. You’re not sure if you had caught on to everyone’s advice and tips on how to make coffee, but you were still gonna try through trial and error while everyone was working. You poured out the liquid into the cup and frowned as the color had looked wrong.
“You should try using a measuring cup to measure the beans.” A deep voice startles you and you look over your shoulder to see Corpse walking out of the back room.
“You work here all of the sudden?” You joke with him and he shrugs his shoulders as he leaned against the counter next to you, looking at your cup of coffee over his shoulder.
“I used to. A long time ago.” He reveals and you glance at him from the corner of your eye, watching as he puts his hands in his pockets.
“What made you change career paths?” You ask him as you taste test your coffee. It was more water than coffee.
“Always loved to make things- masks for sure were super interesting and cool to me. So once I got back on my feet here, I focused on making masks and designing them. When I earned enough money I was able to buy that place and work from there.” He says and you are overwhelmed with feelings of guilt. He had worked so hard to get that place and you led all the doves in the entire ward to his doorstep; putting a target on his back for who knows how long. You wondered how long it took him to get to that point? Months? Years? You didn’t want to know. Didn’t want to throw yourself down that rabbit hole.
“Well, I’d say it was a good career change. I don’t really picture you in a cute frilly apron, serving coffee and food to people.” You tease him, trying to rid the guilt from your conscience, and you smile when he snickers.
“Yeah, it was for the best. But, I did look good in that apron.” He corrects you with a knowing smile and you can’t help but laugh.
“I’d love to see that one of these days.” You comment through your laughter and he just shrugs and pushes himself off the counter.
“That day might be closer than you think.” He says as he motions for you to follow him. You do just that and he takes you back upstairs and turns left at the top of the stairs instead of right where the room you had slept in last night. He turns to face you when he reaches a door and smiles before opening it up.
“Ta-da!” He exclaims as you peek into the room. It was basically a small apartment. Bed in the left corner, TV in the right, a table in the middle of the room to eat dinner, a small kitchen to your right as you walked in, and a small bathroom to your left. It was plain and small, but it had everything someone would need to live happily. You turned around to face Corpse.
“What’s this?” You ask him, silently hoping he was just showing you a random room just because he wanted to.
“It’s a room. More specifically- your room.” He says as he walks into the room behind you, noticing your panicked expression as you begin to speak.
“You didn’t have to do this. I would've been out of your hair by the end of today.” You say while shaking your head. You were shocked by how gratuitous and kind Corpse and his friends were to you. It was overwhelming at times- especially now. You’ve never had someone stick their neck out for you like this before. It was scary. You wanted to trust them. To feel safe with them. But every instinct in you tells you to keep your guard up. To fend for yourself and get far from here.
“It’s no big deal, y/n. They have a bunch of rooms here for this exact reason. Everyone here helps ghouls who need it. Give them a place to sleep, a job, friends, a chance to rebuild.” Corpse tells you and you find it hard to look him in the eyes.
“I can’t accept this, Corpse. I really can’t. I’m sorry.” You apologize to him and go to walk past him, planning on gathering your old clothes and leaving for good. But he reaches out towards you and grabs onto your shoulder.
“Hey, I could've shut that door in your face when you came asking for help, but I didn’t. I wasn’t gonna leave you alone that night and I’m not about to let you walk out of here, now.” He says before walking around you to stand in front of you. You couldn’t say anything- you didn’t know what to say to him. “I was in your position once before. I thought about running away too. I didn’t want any handouts from people who didn’t even know me. But trusting these people was probably one of the best decisions I’ve made in my life.” He finishes and you press your lips together in a fine line, trying to sort through your thoughts.
The easiest thing to do for you was to leave. Go as far away from this ward as you can, dodging doves and authorities for as long as you can. Running for who knows how long. Sleeping with one eye open. Or you could stay here with Corpse and his interesting friends. Sleeping on a bed. Working in the cafe. Having friends. You know what you wanted to do, but you couldn’t admit it to yourself. You didn’t want to depend on these people forever. Bother them with your problems and your presence. It was bad enough what you had done to Corpse; the guilt was always present in the pit of your stomach whenever you talked with him.
“I’ll stay,” You start and Corpse’s grip on your shoulder relaxes as he sighs a breath of relief, “for a week. Then I’ll leave.” You finish your sentence and muster a small smile for Corpse’s sake. He seems to deflate but he nods his head, recognizing your decision.
“I can work with a week.”
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staryukis · 2 months
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✰ gn!reader x gojo ✰ angst/fix-it fic, ft. shokohime ++ ermm i had this idea at 5am and had to write it idk.. jjk 248 spoilers ahead + mild inspo from this fanart 🤓 posting today so i don’t have to think about how stressed i am for tonight’s 249 leaks hah.. enjoy ✰
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shoko firmly presses her hand down against his chest, nimble fingers splayed out across the muscle. even through the fabric of his shirt, seeping past the latex material of her gloves, she can feel just how cold—
“shoko, please—“
“just another minute,” she huffs out in frustration, her sunken eyes squeezed shut as she tries to pull her focus back to the task at hand. the cigarette hanging loosely from her lips threatens to slip out, and she relaxes her jaw to slide it from one corner of her mouth to the other. “utahime…”
“i told you, already… i gave you my all.”
shoko grumbles something under her breath, adjusting the press of her hand. utahime sighs before peering over at you, taking notice of how you hold yourself on the other side of the room. your trembling hands pulling a white fabric over the head of a man who knew the law, yet your worried eyes are stuck on him — a man who knew the inner machinations of your very soul.
“shoko, don’t you think—” utahime starts, her arms lowering to her sides as she tears her gaze away from you.
“i said give me another minute,” shoko snaps again, her hand now pressing against his chest with a pressure that should be considered painful to the receiver; she wonders, for a second, if the dead can even bruise.
utahime sighs before lifting her arms again, honing in on her cursed technique once more. she closes her eyes, saving herself the heartbreaking sight of the two colleagues in mourning.
it’s hard — avoiding looking at satoru’s eyes. the once bright blues you used to love so much were now dimmed to a dull grey as he lay on the operating table, completely lifeless. it’s hard, because if you’re not looking at his eyes, you’re looking at his bandaged abdomen, the very source of his undoing. so you instead shift your gaze up to shoko's face, noticing how the crease in her brow only tightens with every passing second.
she looks exhausted.
utahime activates solo forbidden area, and past the sounds of the traditional instrument vital to her ritual, you're sure you can hear a faint buzzing sound. the hum of shoko's technique is loud in your ears — or maybe it's the sound of your anxious heart, since you're only able to watch as shoko tries to kickstart satoru's own.
she healed his body to the best of her abilities, aided by the buff from utahime. putting him back together was easy, but reanimating corpses is beyond her. then again, satoru has come back from the dead once before... maybe if she could just give him a little push; get his heart to pump just one time.
(if only she could reach her hands in and breach the flesh and bones of his chest, grab the vital organ herself and give it a firm squeeze— she could always stitch him back together, if she did.
or perhaps, he could do it himself.)
a heavy sigh breaks past shoko's lips, and your eyes are now back on her hand on satoru's chest. you can see her arm trembling; distantly, you wonder if she'd ever used her technique as tirelessly as she is right now.
"shoko..."
"can you—" shoko sighs, about to snap at you again, but then her eyes meet yours and her response is instantly defused. she knows it can't be easy for you to see this, either. to see the sight of her trying so hard to revive your one and only; all while such attempts are futile.
even then, shoko cares too much about satoru to not at least be a little stubborn about it.
she swallows roughly, gaze shifting from you over to utahime. how utahime's arms sway as she moves with a delicacy shoko would have found awe-inspiring on any other occasion. but right now, shoko can't help but selfishly think — can you move faster? is there not more you can do for me?
yet she, too, is at her limit.
shoko feels a tightness in her throat as the reality of the situation finally dawns on her, after so long of denying it from herself. it settles in her bones and she unknowingly clenches her jaw in frustration, her teeth almost cutting clean through the cigarette in her mouth. she wants to yell out, to slam her fist on satoru's chest hard enough to get his blood pumping herself. she wants to do more— more for him.
she starts to wonder if she should have trained more. she knows her own limits, and yet she can't help entertaining the idea of reaching inside the very source of the cursed energy in her body, grabbing it by the shoulders and shaking it hard. slapping it across the face until it brings satoru back.
the jujutsu world isn't done with him, their strongest. shoko isn't done with him, her dearest and oldest friend.
utahime opens her eyes when she picks up on shoko's silence, and she notices the way the younger woman seems to have given up. almost like a deflated balloon, shoko's arm relaxes first, then the crease in her brow is smoothed out. her eyes meet utahime's and there's a mutual understanding between the two, a silent conclusion they've both come to.
slowly, utahime lowers her hands once more, and her eyes are back on you. you were quick to pick up on the silent exchange between the two women, eyes darting frantically as you looked between them both and then back on the corpse lying on the table. you want to cry out, to scream with all your might and tell them to keep trying—
but alas, you can't. you've cried so much at this point your throat can only muster raspy phrases. broken syllables stitched together to form what you think should sound like a word, but is actually just the moans of a heartbroken widow to anyone who hears it.
shoko frowns, avoiding your gaze when she sees the way your expression falls once more. she'd not only failed satoru, but she failed you — she gave you the false hope that this was anything she was even remotely prepared to handle.
she hears a sniffle break past your lips, a weak whimper as you try to speak, but utahime is quick at your side. she gently grabs your shoulders, turning you away from the sight. shoko removes the gloves on her hands, brushes the hair out of satoru's forehead. she closes his eyes.
shoko then grabs the cigarette in her mouth and puts it out, setting it down on an ashtray nearby. she stares at the string of smoke above it, how the dull gray matched the irises of a man who was supposed to be blue. all bright blues like the sky on a clear day, like the ocean — now, instead, they were gray like the clouds on a rainy day; gray like the smoke of a cigarette that's been put out.
she lifts the fabric bunched around his waist, pulling it up and over his head, and then she stares. with a defeated sigh, she rests her arms over his and leans her head down, pressing her forehead against his chest.
"i'm sorry," shoko whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. she is so tired of losing the people around her.
she feels a hand on her back, and instantly realizes that it's your hand. you were comforting her, instead of it being the other way around. she easily recognized it to be you, because your palm always had such a distinct warm feeling; it was like that same warmth that satoru always carried in his heart. she feels it spread throughout her back, reaching her cheeks, her forehead—
shoko stills, body going completely stiff. you're quick to lift your hand, thinking that you startled her, but before you can get a word in she's shushing you. she's then lifting a hand up, commanding complete silence from the other two people in the room, and she turns her head to press her ear against his chest. she closes her eyes again, hoping and praying that what she felt was real...
and that's when she hears it.
a heartbeat.
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puppetmaster13u · 8 months
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What if instead of being batman
Mothman
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Would the robins still be robins? Who knows.
Mothman is definitely fluffier and might be seen less often than canon batman but honestly who knows.
I do want to say that the robins are based off of other moths and butterflies whenever they start doing their own thing.
For example Nightwing could be based off of a blue morpho
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 7 months
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pov ur abt to b kisst by a shy lord/prince who is so so so extremely smitten with u
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callileonn · 5 months
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dmlx post-proposal snow fluff :-)
#fe3h#fire emblem#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd#felix hugo fraldarius#dimilix#*gives them both longer hair* *gives them both longer hair* *gives them b#this was born of a convo i had w @peppermintpinklemonade abt a potential dmlx proposal :-)#basically. dimitri says some deeply romantic shit by accident and essentially proposes mid/post-battle (they're already together)#and felix is like oh fuck. oh shit. oh my god and dimitri doesn’t actually realize the Proposal undertones of what he said until later when#sylvain makes some comment abt it or smth. as he is wont to do#this causes dimitri to spiral bc he has ‘doomed any relationship they might have had by speakinf carelessly’ etc etc. yk dimitri thingz#meanwhile. felix recovers from the accidental proposal incident and is trying to figure out how to one-up dimitri because he CANNOT lose#anyway things get slightly weird btwn them bc felix is plotting & dimitri is trying to respectfully distance himself from felix (normal)#but felix invites dimitri out hunting & they take down a boar together (hehe) and then while they're kneeling beside it felix proposes &.#etcetera. thus: image#felix furiously blushing like 'boar if u don't get off of me now you're going to lose the ring' (just rlly wants to put it on him)#but yeah unpictured: corpse of a wild boar bleeding everywhere directly beside them while they frolic in the snow#anyway. ahem . thats it we're having a normal time over here#im rlly like finally its whumptober! so many new h/c ideas yippee!!! (draws fluff one billion times)#perhaps ill inflict hurtcomfort upon them later. perhaps
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sheepiemc · 6 months
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Seven Stupid Reasons to Summon a Demon
Reason #1: lonely
It was a day that started like any other. 
Your alarm went off (like always). 
You got ready for work (like always). 
You commuted (like always). 
You did your job for four hours (like always). 
Then, it was time for lunch. 
Normally, you opt to stay inside “the office” (or wherever it is that you work) and bring something from home to save money. But looking at your lunch — the same thing you eat almost every day — makes you sigh. 
You look out the window to the city down below. It was a gloomy morning, but now that it is midday, the sun is starting to shine through the clouds. A beam of sunlight lands on your skin and you enjoy the warmth. The ring on your finger catches the light and you look down at it. 
How ridiculous would it be to summon a demon to have lunch with you because you don’t want to eat alone? You banish the thought from your mind. You don’t want to disturb the demon you were thinking of; you are certain he has a lot on his plate (like always) and he wouldn’t appreciate being  bothered with something so trivial (like always). 
You sigh and look outside again. Maybe the fresh air will do you some good. You decide to spend your lunch break walking around downtown just because you can. Honestly, you don’t know why you don’t do this more often. You can find a lot of hidden gems this way. 
You wander around aimlessly before you happen upon a record store. It's just a little hole-in-the-wall place, mostly unassuming. When you step in, however, you're greeted by a music-lover's paradise. Multi-colored vinyl records, signed band posters, and album covers decorate the walls. The atmosphere is groovy and retro, speaking to a bygone era of funk and flower power. There’s even a disco ball hanging from the ceiling! You take in the scenery for a moment as you stand in the doorway. 
“‘Sup.” The guy behind the counter greets you without looking up. “If there’s anything you need help with or want to listen to let me know.” You nod, even though he isn’t looking at you, and go to explore the stacks. 
Your fingertips brush past rows and rows of records. You search all your favorite genres, looking out for your favorite bands, and find some gems. You don’t have a lot of money right now, so you can’t go crazy. You twist the ring on your finger as you contemplate what to get.
Actually, now that you think about it…
Maybe you can find something to add to your “special collection”. 
See, you were inspired by a certain demon to develop a “cursed” record collection of your own. Since cursed magical items are hard to come by on earth, whenever you find yourself in a place that sells records, you like to check out the classical music section for albums that feature, or are inspired by the devil. It's something you like to share with him and only him. After shuffling through the stacks, you find something you think will work. You smile impishly to yourself, proud of your new purchase.  
You make it through the rest of the workday thinking about the record. You aren't going to listen to it just yet; you like to share the experience with the devil himself. It's a good excuse to summon him from the Devildom — well, good enough for you anyway. You like to have a few more albums to listen to before you call him, so you don't feel as guilty for asking him to stay a bit longer. 
You take a deep breath when you finally arrive in your quiet room, in your now-still apartment. You place the record on top of the others and take a look around — empty, except for your cat, sleeping peacefully on your bed. You could invite friends over to fill the silence, but your friends are notoriously terrible at last-minute plans. You absentmindedly twist the ring on your finger. 
You need something to fill this oppressive quiet, your fingers itch and ache, you have to DO something. 
You have to play the piano. 
You go out to your living room, where you keep a digital piano. It’s a little fancier than a regular old keyboard but you live in a small apartment and you're not exactly rolling in it so it's the best you can do. 
The room is dark. 
You hate the silence. 
You sit at the bench and flex your fingers, hovering above the black and white keys. No sheet music, right now you just need to play your emotions. You play a low note and listen to it reverberate. 
Then a chord. 
Then another. 
You close your eyes and start improvising a melancholic melody over a haunting chord progression. You are so lost in what you’re creating you don't notice the blue light flooding the dark room. It’s gone almost as soon as it arrived and it brings with it a figure covered in shadow, a figure you also don’t notice. He stands tall in the center of your room, tilting his head to the side as he listens. Once he gathers what happened intuitively, he stands over you, proudly watching you pour your potent emotions into your playing. 
You strike a final chord and exhale loudly, ruminating on the final note. You gasp lightly when a teardrop you didn't notice falls from your face onto the keys. 
You nearly jump out of your skin when another chord is struck up the piano. The shadow figure reveals himself to be the very demon you were thinking about while playing. Lucifer doesn't look at you as he continues to play a lighter melody. Your hands jump away from the keys and press against the rapidly beating heart in your chest.
He continues to play, not yet sitting. His sketch sounds hopeful, almost as if to say, "I'm glad to have you with me again." He sneaks a glance at you and smirks, finally taking a seat on the bench next to you. You just watch him, absolutely mesmerized, still in shock that he's really in front of you. 
He stops playing and looks at the keys closest to you, a signal — it's your turn again. Your melody is more playful than moody this time, there's a lightness now that wasn’t there before. Lucifer responds with something firm and grounded. When it's your turn, you tickle your way closer to his side. He gets lower, too. You scoot closer. From the corner of your eye, you see him smile a little bit wider. In the middle of his turn, you start playing again and together you improvise a beautiful, colorful piece of music together, full of happiness and longing, celebrating each other. 
When you can’t contain your excitement any longer, you interrupt the song and throw your arms around him. The force of you throwing your entire body weight at him only pushes him over slightly — he’s quick to catch you in his arms, twisting his torso to face you. 
“I can’t believe you’re here,” you say into his neck. It comes out as barely a whisper. 
You feel more than hear the chuckle rumble in his chest. “You’re the one who summoned me here.” 
You pull back just enough to look at him. “Would you believe me if I said I didn’t do it on purpose?” 
He looks at the keys on the digital piano. “Something was calling out to me.” 
“I guess I’ve been kinda lonely today… And I was thinking about you… A lot…” 
Lucifer hums contentedly, stern lines on his face smoothing out. Obviously, he likes it when you stroke his ego. 
You roll your eyes playfully and bury your face in his neck again. “I’m sorry for summoning you by accident, I know you're very busy but…” You play with his tie. “Can you stay here a bit, with me?” 
Lucifer sighs softly. You steel yourself for the words you're sure will come out of his mouth, “I can’t” or “Not right now”. 
“MC, I don’t think you realize that I want to see you just as much as, if not more so than, you want to see me.” He traces his finger along your jaw and lifts your chin so that you're looking at him. “If I’ve made you think I feel otherwise, that is my fault and I must apologize.” 
You feel your heart skip a beat when the Avatar of Pride apologizes to you, a lowly human. You’re in such a state of shock, you don’t know what to say so Lucifer continues to fill the silence. “If I had the ability to summon you to my side whenever I wanted, I can’t say I wouldn’t abuse that power greatly.” 
His hand rests at the side of your face, thumb wiping another tear you didn’t even know fell. You got so used to that rowdy house in the Devildom, so full of people and chaos, that coming home to your quiet, little one-bedroom apartment in the human world every day has been wearing you down. More tears start to flow as the weight of your loneliness comes crashing down on you.
You hold him tighter and press your face into his shoulder, hiding in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I’m such a mess,” you say, laughing.  
He chuckles. “Don’t apologize. I appreciate all aspects of you. Even when you are a mess.” 
You sit on the piano bench for what you wish was all eternity but is likely only about 10 minutes before you reluctantly untangle yourself from the demon you unwittingly called to this realm. 
“Well, since you're here…” You stand, pull him from the bench, and lead him to your bedroom… where you keep your records! You present him with the newest addition to your collection with a wide smile. 
He takes it from your hands and looks at the cover thoughtfully. He reads the title out loud, “The Mephisto Waltz & Other 'Satanic' Piano Music Of Franz Liszt - John Ogdon”. 
He looks back at you. “Interesting,” he says in the most uninterested tone. You laugh out loud, you thought he might like that. 
“Well, if you don’t want to listen to it, I can just-” You reach for the record but he pulls it out of your reach. 
“I never said that.” 
He walks over to your record player and carefully sets it up while you sit on the edge of your bed. When the music starts up, you're surprised by how fast-paced it is but you're still into it. Luci looks at your desk chair meaningfully then back at you. You scowl and shake your head slightly, tapping the edge of the bed next to you. He smiles and sits down beside you.
You lean against him, sneakily snaking your arms around his middle, and play with one of his hands. 
You feel him relax, almost imperceptibly, leaning into your touch. He chuckles, and softly says under his breath, “This brings back memories.” 
He closes his eyes and you lift your head to stare at him, left wondering whatever the hell he meant by that. You would ask, but he loves to be intentionally vague whenever you bring up his involvement in the lives of humans from the past. 
"This isn't what I thought this song would be," you quietly admit as you play with his gloved fingers. 
"Oh?" 
"It's called a waltz, so I thought, you know, we would be able to dance to it…"
"You wish to dance with me?" He says in a teasing tone, one that makes your face feel hot. 
"WELL, I JUST THOUGHT-"
"That would be fairly amusing…" He says, almost more to himself than to you.
He uses his free hand to lift your chin up so that you're looking at him. If your face wasn't red before, it definitely is now. 
"It was a silly idea, we don't-" 
"No, no. I believe I would like to dance with you as well." 
His smile is rather wolfish as he stands from your bed and pulls you up along with him. The next song on the record starts and it isn't very apt for a dance, either.
"The music-" You begin to protest before Lucifer snaps his finger and the record begins to glow with a blue light. A record scratch abruptly interrupts the music when Chopin's Waltz in A minor, B. 150 starts to flow through the speaker. 
He pulls your body to the proper position, one hand on your waist, the other cradling yours. Of course, he'll lead. You roll your eyes playfully. 
"Do you remember how to do this?" He asks, amused. 
"Pshh, of course I do," you say right before accidentally stepping on his foot. "Oop, sorry." 
He chuckles. "Follow my lead." 
And you do. You dance around your little room, only stepping on him a few more times before you get the hang of it again. ("It's been a long time, okay??") You twirl and pivot, avoiding tiny obstacles around your room, laughing when you attempt to take the lead by spinning him out and back into your arms. 
He finishes the dance by lifting you by the waist and spinning around. You giggle uncontrollably, feeling lighter than you have in months. When he brings you back down, you lace your hands together behind his neck and put your head on his shoulder. The music shifts to something soft that you can slow dance to. His arms tighten around your waist, holding you close as you sway together. 
“I really needed this,” you say. “I’ve missed you guys so much.”
You feel him stiffen slightly at the remark. You smile to yourself, delighted that something so small could affect him. 
You look up at him, “I’ve missed you most, of course.”
He smiles down at you and the affection you see in his eyes is so genuine, it embarrasses you. “It’s always a pleasure to see you, MC.”
You look down to hide your quickly reddening face. “I wish I could summon you more often but I know you’re very busy. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important.”
“Oh, yes,” Lucifer hums, as if he has to think hard about what he was doing before this, “I believe I was in a meeting with Lord Diavolo.”
“Lord Diavolo!?” Your eyes widen with panic. You push yourself away to look him straight in his face, hoping he’s just teasing you. 
His wolfish grin returns as he smooths down a lock of hair that is out of place on your head. “Yes, but it was one of those frivolous meetings he likes to trick me into. ‘Oh, Lucifer, you must try this bottle of Demonus I found in the depths of the labyrinthine cellar.’ Nothing truly important, I promise.”
Relief quickly washes over you and you relax back into his embrace. “So... I get to keep you a little longer?” 
“Tonight?” His hold around you tightens. “You may keep me as long as you wish.”
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Warm Bodies
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pairing: otis x gn!reader
summary: in which you don't want to sleep alone so you find yourself seeking out otis's room in the middle of the night
warnings: mentions of dead bodies, a bit of dry humping
a/n: since this has basically been my bedtime scenario for the last few nights, i figured i'd turn it into a little fic. i feel like otis might be a little bit out of character in it i'm not sure but i hope you enjoy! :)
word count: 763
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Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears as you stood outside Otis's door, your fingers curled around the handle. You'd been standing like this for the last five minutes, unsure on whether you wanted to disturb him. You just didn't know what to do.
You'd been lying awake in your make-shift bed downstairs for the past few hours, the same tormenting thoughts circling around your mind. Otis was the only one who could ever shut them up, which was why you'd found yourself creeping up the stairs towards his room.
You took a nervous breath, finally deciding to turn the door knob, the click of the door opening making you flinch.
You quietly stepped into the room, and Otis remained where he was on the bed, unmoving. You almost considered just turning around and walking straight back out the door when he hadn't woken up. But you supposed the worst he could do was kill you, so you might as well see this through.
You carefully reached a hand out, skating your fingers along his forearm.
"Otis," you whispered.
You almost fell backwards when he suddenly jerked up in the bed, his hand roughly catching your wrist as he glared at you in the dark. "What the fuck are you doin' in here?"
"I can't sleep."
"Okay, well let me help you with that. Go back downstairs, lay the fuck down, and close your goddamn eyes."
"You know what? Fuck you." You hissed, shaking your wrist free and turning around, deciding that this whole thing was pointless, considering he was an asshole.
"Alright, wait," he said then, stopping you in your tracks. "Just─get back here."
You did as he said, turning and walking back towards the bed.
"Why can't you sleep?" He sighed.
"I dunno, I guess my mind won't shut the fuck up."
"I know the feelin'," he answered, a breath of laughter leaving his lips. "But what'd you want me to do about it?"
"Can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Excuse me?" He questioned, his glare only seeming to return now as he remained propped up on his side.
"You know what, never mind. I'll just go back downstairs."
You turned around to leave but you were quickly stopped when you felt his fingers curl around your wrist, pulling you back.
Otis didn't say anything as you stood there staring at him, but he shifted back on the bed slightly, creating a space beside him.
"Well, come on then," he complained. "Don't just fuckin' stand there."
You quickly situated yourself in the space next to him then, a sudden warmth spreading through your chest when you felt his breath on your shoulder.
"You know, you're lucky I've been sleeping alone these past few nights."
"Those girls are no good for you anyway," you scoffed, a tinge of jealousy creeping over you.
"Why the fuck not?"
"Well they ain't breathin' for a start," you told him. "It might do you good to have a warm body in your bed for once."
"Oh yeah? And why's that?"
"Well...they can't do this," you spoke softly, as you reached a hand down between your bodies, ghosting your fingers over his already growing erection.
"What else can't they do?" He chuckled, his beard scraping against your arm as he shifted closer slightly.
"They can't do this," you answered, leaning closer to him and brushing your lips against his.
You'd always had something close to a connection with Otis, something that seemed to run a little deeper than just a mutual attraction. He gave you pieces of himself, and in return you gave him everything.
You allowed him into your body, and into your mind...and into your heart. It wasn't love, you knew that. But it was definitely something. An invisible string that seemed to tie you to each other.
He wasn't like this with the girls he imprisoned here. He didn't allow them to feel his breath on their skin, and he certainly didn't allow them the control he allowed you. It made you feel special somehow.
"Would you care to show me what else you can do that they can't?" Otis smirked, running a hand down your thigh.
You simply nodded, swinging your leg over his hip and pushing him onto his back, pulling a low groan from his throat when you began to gently move your hips against him.
"You know, I'm startin' to think you may have a point," he groaned, his fingers digging into your ass. "Havin' a warm body in my bed is actually real fuckin' nice."
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Thinking about Eddie wearing corpse makeup for one of his Corroded Coffin performances, but sealing it with your red lipstick on his cheek from your kiss stain.
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autistic male s/o hcs ; otis
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requested by ; thatboymikey (09/10/23)
fandom(s) ; house of 1000 corpses / slashers
fandom masterlist(s) ; here
character(s) ; otis b. driftwood
outline ; “Hello :) can I request some Otis driftwood head cannons with a male reader? And the reader is autistic and sometimes goes non verbal at times if you’re fine with that, that would be amazing thank you so much.”
warning(s) ; brief references to canon typical violence, but mostly fluff!
otis is an asshole — a murderer, a kidnapper, someone who will torture anyone and everyone who he comes across with a smile on his face — but he does actually care about his family and about you as his boyfriend (even if he denies having a soft spot with everything he’s got)
after being with you for long enough he’s able to pick up on when you’re going to go non verbal and, having an adopted brother that is also non verbal, he’s more than able to communicate with you at times like that — he’s a murderer, sure, but he’s a murderer with a strong sense of community who practises sign language in his free time (he’s not the best… like, at all, but he knows just enough to scrape by during conversation with you)
he’s absolutely targeted people for being homophobic or ableist towards you — hell, he’s killed for far less so that shouldn’t be a shock — but he never uses them for his art because they don’t deserve to be preserved, so he just dumps them in the mass grave with the rest of the clan (he also makes their deaths much more intense and painful, but that’s par for the course with a partner like him)
alternates between calling you his ‘boyfriend’ and his ‘husband’ — he doesn’t give a shit about marriage as a concept, nor about anything else that’s legally binding, but he likes the possessive undertones of the title and will use it every now and then when someone just isn’t getting the hint (or if he knows you like it when he calls you that)
very physically affectionate in a sexual way, especially when you have ‘guests’ and one of them is looking at you in a way he doesn’t like, and that includes everything that you could think of: wet messy kisses to your temple, making out in full view of everyone, groping your body, pulling you down onto his lap, grinding his hips against your ass, turning your head to face him before kissing you very roughly, etc.
in short, it’s impossible for any visitors to not realise that you’re otis’ boyfriend (his man, his boy toy, his life partner, his husband in every sense except legally, not that either of you cared) and they’d have to be especially dense (or especially masochistic) to try and flirt with you after all of that
he doesn’t really get autism as a concept but he tries to understand with your help — even if a lot of his questions (usually asked when he’s high on several substances and when you’re cuddled up together in bed after a wild day or night) can be a bit blunt or strangely phrased
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Corpse husband with Eddie
Undead Eddie x female reader
Author’s note- I wanted to make the corpse bride with Eddie. BUT I always wanted corpse bride to end with victor and Emily getting married so that’s what I’ve done here. If this does well or if people want it I will make an esternate where the reader ends up with Steve. 4.6k words
Warnings- death and lots of it. Technically suicide. Not proofread.
Summary- when you’re set to marry the lovely Steve Harrington but you keep messing up your vows you go to the forest to clear your head. But you end up somewhere well….dead.
It was supposed to be a glorious day. A glorious day for a wedding rehearsal between you and your soon to be husband Steve Harrington. But somehow you knew it was doomed from the start. Hell you didn’t even know the guy outside of the rumors you’d heard about him in highschool. The wedding was arranged by both of your parents and neither of you got a say in it.
When you got to the wedding rehearsal however your nerves were somewhat calmed when you happened to meet your soon to be husband in the foyer while you were hiding from your parents. You were surprised that he was not only was he just as handsome as you remembered from highschool but he was nice. Well as nice as someone being married off by their parents can be.
He had been sweet and funny and all around charming and you actually were able to believe for a second that maybe a marriage with him wouldn’t be so bad. That was until your parents showed up again and forced you two to join the rehearsal.
The rehearsal hadn’t gotten very far. There you were standing at the altar and all you had to do was say your vows. “With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty for i will be your wine. With this candle I will light your way in darkness. With this ring I ask you to be mine.”
Simple enough yet for some reason you managed to trip over and forget almost every word. Your parents were humiliated. Steve’s parents were furious. Suddenly the officiant stops the rehearsal and turns to you.
Simple enough yet for some reason you managed to trip over and forget almost every word. Your parents were humiliated. Steve’s parents were furious. Suddenly the officiant stops the rehearsal and turns to you.
Simple enough yet for some reason you managed to trip over and forget almost every word. Your parents were humiliated. Steve’s parents were furious. Suddenly the officiant stops the rehearsal and turns to you.
“This Wedding cannot happen. Not until you have learned your vows young lady.”
You stood there for a moment before turning and running out of the room without looking back. You refused to make eye contact with anybody in the room lest you feel their disappointment. Even when you hear Steve calling after you. You refuse to turn and face him.
You run out of the building and you run and run until you find yourself alone in the woods. You begin to walk very slowly. Muttering to yourself about how stupid you believe you are. You then twist the engagement ring on your finger and you begin to rehearse your vows.
“With this hand I will….I will…. Drown in sorrow? No no no. Okay with this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cups will never empty for i will be your wine. With this candle I will…. Light your father on fire it seems Jesus Christ I can’t do this.” You stop and see a bench in the middle of a clearing in the forest. You remember this bench from high school. People used to come out here to do drug deals.
You take a seat on the bench and take a deep breath. When you open your eyes you decide to try saying your vows one more time. “With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty for i will be your wine. With this candle I will light your way in darkness. With this ring I ask you to be mine.” You slam your hands down on the bench in triumph.
Standing from the bench you look at the little ring on your engagement finger and you sigh twirling it a bit. You begin to pace and speak to yourself.
“I just thought my life would have a greater purpose rather than getting married…not that I don’t wanna get married….” You sigh “i just thought it would be my decision. Just cause I’m getting married doesn’t mean I can’t find a greater purpose. Okay one more time for luck. With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty for i will be your wine. With this candle I will light your way in darkness. With this ring I ask you to be mine.” You slide the ring off of your finger and put it on the bench.
As soon as the ring touches the table there’s a shift in the atmosphere. The forest is suddenly colder than before. The wind is blowing wildly and you can hear the snapping of branches in the distance.
Suddenly from the distance you see a bunch of crows swarming around a tree. And from that tree emerges a tall man. Or what appears to be a man. As he stalks towards you he whispers two words.
“I do”
You begin to run. Not caring about direction. Just needing an escape. As you run your met with branches and twists and turns and crows all around you.
You make it back In to town. You see the building for the wedding rehearsal and you think you’re safe. You take a deep breath and turn towards the building only to be met face to face with the man.
This is the first time you get to see him up close when you’re not running. You can see gashes along his face and body. Exposed bone poking through at his arms and legs. Flesh ripped away across his body. His skin was pale beyond comprehension. His eyes were wide and dark. And the worst part is you recognized him.
There wasn’t much time to comprehend anything before he spoke.
“May I kiss the bride?” He began to lean in and you wanted to scream. But as he leaned in you were swarmed by dozens of birds and suddenly everything started to fade away into the sounds around you. Then everything went black.
***
As you began to open your eyes you hear voices and murmuring surround you.
“Looks like we got a new arrival”
“I think she fainted on the way here”
“Lemme get closer i want to see her”
As you open your eyes you feel a boney hand on the back of your neck helping to support you. You blink your eyes a few times and try to adjust.
“Wh-what’s happened to me?” You ask as you sit up and take in your surroundings.
“Holy shit man! I think she’s breathing? Is-is she alive?”
Your eyes snap open very wide as you look around at the people helping you. You stand up and back up against a slimy vine filled wall.
There he was. Eddie Munson. The boy who died in the earth quake a year ago. Next to him? Billy Hargrove. The boy who died in the mall fire. Next to him was Barbra. The student who died due to being exposed to chemicals from that lab.
As you look around the room your met with the sights of the dead from all around Hawkins. People you used to know. And suddenly you had the dreaded thought.
“Am I dead?” You look around the room and nobody answers until you look to Eddie.
“Nope sweetheart. You’re all good. Alive and well and flesh and bone.”
You breathe a sigh of relief. But then you inhale sharply again. If you weren’t dead then where the hell were you. And why were you here?
As you look around the room you see Billy and a girl you used to know named heather. She takes a drink of something and toasts to Billy and then looks to you.
“To the newlyweds!” Her and Billy say together.
“N-newlyweds?” You say in confusion.
Eddie strides over to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder.
“Yeah sweetheart. You said your vows so perfectly.”
“I did? I did!” You turn around and begin to smash your head into the wall.
“WAKE UP!!!! WAKE UP!!!!!!”
As you slam your head into the wall you feel a hand on your shoulder so you turn around to see a tall boney man handing you a drink.
“Hello I’m Benny. I’m the head chef down here. I will be creating your weddin feast!”
You gasp and step back bumping into Eddie. Suddenly Eddie’s eye pops out and a little Maggot appears.
It looks to you and begins to speak. “Wedding feast! I’m starving!”
You attempt to move away from Eddie but everywhere you turn there are more dead people. People you used to know. Everything has you petrified until you back into a counter with a knife on the table. You grab hold of the knife and life it into the air.
“Everybody stop!”
The rooms freezes and turns to you.
“I need answers. What the hell is this place. How are you all here?”
Eddie laughs and steps towards you. “Well that’s kind of a long story.”
“A tragic tale it is. A tale of adventure, passion, and a murder most foul.” You turn towards the voice and see a man sitting at a table. You recognize him as the founder of Hawkins AV club. He used to date Miss Byers until he died tragically a few years back.
The room falls quiet as the man begins to tell the story.
“Well our boy was a freak. Known for miles around. When a mysterious man began to plague our town. He was plenty hideous and had a plan to hash. And our poor little boy got roped in fast. So when Eddie’s friends tried to help him he just couldn’t cope. So our mystery man came up with a plan to interlope. So the crew conjured up a plan to meet late at night. They told not a soul kept the whole thing tight. They were prepared to bring down the mystery man with a good old fight. He didn’t bring much just a shield and a spear. Waiting all night to fight the man. Then when the time came our boy was a hero. But with the last of his strength the mystery man summoned all his bats and had the boy eaten to death. Now when he opened his eyes he was dead as dust. His spear was missing and his heart was bust. So he made a vow lying under that sky that he’d wait for his true love to come set him free. Waiting for someone to ask for his hand. Then out of the blue comes this woman who vows forever to be by his side. And that’s the story of our corpse husband.”
As you process everything the man just told you. You feel two boney arms wrap their way around your waist and it makes you jump. And run away out of the room. You run all the way until you’re in the middle of a forest again. You recognize the forest as Hawkins but it’s different. It’s covered in vines and tentacles and it’s disgusting. But you run anyways. Until you reach that familiar bench. Your stop to take a breath and you turn around only to be met with Eddie once again.
You scream and jump back at the sight of him.
He hold his hands up in surrender. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckles and steps forward.
“Look y/n I know this can be a lot to take. How about we just sit down on the bench and you can ask me whatever you want and I’ll tell you.”
You hesitate and then sit back on the bench.
“Okay. What is this place.”
“It’s called the upside down. It’s like Hawkins but full of creepy crawlers and nasty shit.”
“How are you all here? I mean you’re all dead.”
“I don’t know sweetheart. I wish I did.”
You sat there for a moment and took a deep breath.
“So we’re married?”
“Yupperoonie.”
“Look Eddie I’m terribly sorry about what happened to you and how you died. I really am. But I need to get home.”
“This is your home now y/n”
“Eddie you can’t be serious. I’m alive. I have a life. Family to get back to.”
“Well we can go say goodbye if you want?”
“You’d let me do that?”
“Sweetheart I’d let you do anything.”
“Well how do we get there?”
“We have to dig through the tree to get there. It’s pretty easy from our side since the tree is rotten. Getting back here to the upside down is the hard part. You’ll have to be quick so that the tree gate doesn’t close.”
Eddie stands and walks to a nearby tree where he starts ripping into it with his bare hands. Once the tree is opened he gestures for you to come over and he pretends like he’s holding the door open for you as he bows and allows you to crawl through the tree.
You come out on the other side in a normal looking Forrest near the bench you once knew. You debate on what you’re supposed to do. Deciding to tell Eddie to stay in the forest while you go say goodbye to your family when really you were going to seek out Steve and get his help.
“Eddie. I think you should stay here while I say goodbye to my family.”
“You’re probably right. I don’t think they’d be very approving of me….even if I were alive honestly.”
There’s a strange feeling of guilt in your chest when he says that. You remember him from High school and although you weren’t close you always knew him to be a nice person who happened to be a bit boisterous. If anything you found his lunch time antics entertaining.
“I’ll be back in a jif eddie.”
And with that you were off through the forest. You made your way to the Harrington estate and saw the light to Steve bedroom on. The only problem was his room was on the second floor. As you snuck around the house and looked for an entry point you stumbled upon the kitchen window where you see Mr and Mrs Harrington sat at the table having a discussion.
“I just don’t know what we’re going to do about that girl. Can’t even learn her vows.”
“You’re right. This isn’t good for our business deal.”
“Maybe we should just let Steve marry that Wheeler girl like he’d wanted.”
Upon hearing that your mind flashes to images of Nancy Wheeler and her relationship with the king Steve Harrington. Still you persist and move past the window making your way round the house to where you see some vines to grab to climb up to Steve’s room.
You carefully place your feet on the vines and begin your climb. When you reach the second floor you see Steve sitting on the edge of his bed and you can hear him on the phone.
“Yeah Nance…..I know….maybe she doesn’t want to marry me.”
He’s on the phone with Nancy? You watch as he continues to talk on the phone until you hear a loud SNAP of a branch coming from below you and suddenly you’re plummeting towards the ground.
You scream and close your eyes and brace yourself for the hard impact that doesn’t come. Instead you’re enveloped by two large arms that break your fall. You open your eyes to see Eddie holding you.
As you look up at him you realize he’s fuming. Absolutely angry beyond belief.
“Steve?”
“What?”
“Why are you at Steve Harringtons house?”
“W-well. Well he’s my fiancé.”
“But I’m your husband. And we’re leaving.”
Still in his arms he carries you back into the Forrest and through the tree to the upside down. When you get back into the upside down he sets you down and walks over to the bench and sits down and puts his face in his hands.
“And I thought this was all going so well.”
You walk up to him and place a hand on his shoulder.
“Look Eddie I’m sorry. But this just can’t happen.”
“Why not? It’s my eye isn’t it?”
“No your eye is lovely. But Eddie were just to different. I mean you’re dead.”
“You should have thought about that before you asked me to marry you.”
“Why can’t you understand it was a mistake Eddie!! I would never ask you to marry me!”
As soon as the words leave your mouth you feel instant regret as you watch Eddie slowly rise from the bench and wander off towards the town.
***
As Eddie wanders on his own he ponders his relationship with you. And the maggot in his eye pops out and slithers onto his shoulders. Eddie sits down against a wall and sighs.
“Maybe she’s better off with Mr I have a pulse. Maybe she’s right.”
“Oh that guys nothing compared to you Eddie.”
“But she’s right. I’m dead. She’s alive.”
“But did she say her vows to him?”
“Well no…. But she doesn’t leave me.”
“She just needs to see how special you can be Eddie.”
“If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain
If you cut me with a knife it's still the same
And I know his heart is beating
And I know that I am dead
Yet the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me it's not real
It seems that I still have a tear to shed”
“Oh Eddie don’t worry she’ll come around and see the amazing man that you are.”
***
In the forest where Eddie left you, you gather some dead flowers into a bouquet and walk towards the town where you search for Eddie. You ask around to some of the dead people in town and they tell you that you can find Eddie in an old trailer on the other side of town. So that’s where you go.
When you get there you find him sitting on the porch strumming his guitar. You walk up quietly and set the bouquet on porch next to you.
“I’m sorry Eddie. I’m sorry I lied to you about seeing my family. It’s just-this day. Nothing has gone according to plan.”
He says nothing as he strums his guitar. Instead you pick up a guitar that was sitting next to him and that says “this machine slays dragons” and you begin to strum a tune similar to the one he’s strumming. And you continue to strum until you’re creating a beautiful medley together.
Eddie begins to get so into it that his boney hand detaches from his body and begins a riff all on its own and even hops onto your guitar and runs up your arm and around your shoulders. Making both you and him laugh.
“Sorry about the enthusiasm.”
“I like your enthusiasm Eddie.”
You grab the hand that’s on your shoulder and his empty wrist and you reattach the hand to his arm. When you should let it go you don’t. Instead your hand lingers there. You look into Eddie’s eyes and see him looking back at you. You clear your throat and look back down at the guitar.
“I really am sorry Eddie. I should have been honest with you.”
“Don’t worry about it y/n I get it. You’re dead and I’m alive.”
“If it’s any consolation Eddie I wouldn’t have any qualms about marrying you if you were alive.”
He laughs and sets the guitar down next to him.
“Now that I find hard to believe.”
“Really Eddie I mean it. I remember you from high school. How sweet you were to all the weird kids. How boisterous and brave you were. I mean you were amazing.”
“I was a freak.”
“Stop that. You’re not a freak Eddie. You’re awesome is what you are.”
“I’m dead is what I am.”
You’re about to say something when suddenly people are running past you and towards the forest. You stop one of them and ask them what’s going on.
“NEW ARRIVAL.”
Is all they yell at you before they continue on their way to the Forrest. When you get there everyone is excited and bustling around the way they were when you’d arrived. That’s when you see him. Tommy H. Steve’s ex best friend.
“Tommy!?” He turns to face you.
“Y/n? What the hell are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here! Tommy you’re dead? What happened?”
“Was drinking and driving and well bam now I’m here.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Yeah and I’m sorry to hear you and Steve didn’t work out.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well didnt you hear?”
“Hear what?”
“He’s marrying Nancy Wheeler tomorrow.”
Your heart doesn’t break but your chest feels a twinge of disappointment to know that you’d gone missing for a day and instead of looking for you your fiancé just moves on to another girl.
“Time to pick up the pieces and move on I suppose right y/n.” He puts a hand on your shoulder and then turns to move about the room.
You begin to think on his words. He may be right. You’ve been in this place for almost a whole day and it seems like nobody even cares that you’re gone. And the one person who does care about you, you’ve treated like absolute garbage. You walk back off alone into the Forrest and to the bench you originally started at.
You sit down and examine the wedding band on your finger. That’s when you hear Eddie’s voice in the distance.
“Oh billy what am I supposed to do? She just walked off! Are all women like this?”
Billy laughs and puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “Im afraid so man. I’m afraid so. But we’ve got something to talk about man.”
You nestle up against a tree and listen closely to their conversation.
“Let me tell him!” The magot says.
“Shhhhh. Well man there’s a problem with your marriage.”
“What?!”
“Well your vows are binding until death do you part.”
“Uh huh. So?”
“Well man. Death has already parted you. You’re dead and she’s alive. Can’t work.”
“Dude if she finds out she’ll leave! There has to be something we can do!”
“Don’t worry man there’s a way.”
“What is it?”
“We have to kill her!!!”
“WHAT?!”
“Y/n would have to give up the life she had forever. She would need to repeat her vows and drink the venom of the demobats.”
“But the venom of the demobats would kill her just like it did to me.”
“Exactly Eddie. She’d be dead with you.”
You’re taken aback and shocked as you peak around the tree. Eddie thinks on it for only a moment before dropping to his knees in the forest.
“I could never ask her to do that for me.” He says in a low and quiet voice.
You look at Eddie on the ground. You think back to him in highschool and how sweet he was, you think back to him catching you earlier and saving you. To holding his hand and playing the guitar with him. And decide to step out from behind the tree.
“You don’t have to.” You say quietly as you walk up to him and offer your hand for him to stand up. He looks up at you with tears in your eyes.
“Y/n if you do this…there’s no going back. Do you understand?”
As Billy says this and Eddie stands fully you wrap your hand around Eddie’s tighter and intertwine your fingers as you look at him.
“I do.”
***
You walk back into the town and gather all the dead.
“HELLO EVERYBODY. We’ve decided to do this thing properly. So father what you can and meet us at Hawkins high school!”
Everyone is overjoyed as they begin to prepare for the wedding. Benny starts on the cake, Billy and heather are on decorations. And Barbra is helping you with your wedding dress.
You go to the town and break the window of a shop covered in vines and you find an exquisite dress to wear. Barbra does your hair and before you know it you’re meeting back at the school.
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At the school you walk into the gymnasium to see rows of the dead sitting and facing Eddie at the altar who is now wearing a suit. On a table nearby there’s a towering cake and a lot of food.
Billy stands next to Eddie as the officiant. In his hands he holds a cup which you can only assume to be the venom of a demobat inside. Once your presence is noticed the crowd starts singing “here comes the bride.”
You take that as your queue to begin walking down the isle. As you do you look to Eddie who is smiling as he wipes a tear from his eye.
You reach the altar and stand in front of Eddie.
“Hi” you mouth at him and he mouths it back. You giggle a little.
“Dearly beloved and departed we are gathered here today to join this woman and this corpse in marriage. Living first.”
You take a deep breath and raise your hand.
“With this hand I will lift your sorrows, your cup will never empty for i will be your wine. With this candle I will light your way in darkness. With this ring I ask you to be mine.”
“Now Eddie.”
“With this hand I will lift your sorrows, your cup will never empty for i will be your wine. With this candle I will light your way in darkness. With this ring I ask you to be mine”
He places one of his own rings onto your finger. And you take off your wedding band and place it on his pinky.
You then take the cup from Billy and hold it in your hands as you look at Eddie. You go to take a sip but his hand flies to the top of your cup.
“Y/n” he whispers. “Are you sure about this?”
You take your own hand and bring it up to ciò his face.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
You remove his hands from atop the cup and quickly take a swig of the venom. It burns as it goes down so badly that it makes you drop the cup from your hand as you begin to cough. Your coughing is so bad that you bend over and Eddie reaches out a hand to steady you. The pain only lasts for a moment as you collapse into his arms and see nothing but total darkness.
As you awaken you look up into Eddie big brown eyes and you reach out a now pale hand to cup his face. You realize you no longer have to breathe and you no longer have a heart beat you just feel cold.
You move to stand and he stands with you.
“You May now kiss the bride.”
Eddie looks at you for approval and you give him a slight nod before leaning in and sealing you marriage with a kiss. The crowd cheers and goes wild at the kiss and Eddie grabs you closer to him and dips you towards the floor. When he brings you back up and the two of you break from the kiss he rests his forehead against yours.
“Ready for eternity sweetheart?”
The end.
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mrs-barnes-library · 2 years
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My Favorite Corpse Bride Fanfictions 🦴🕸
Fluff : 🌺    Smut : 🔥    Angst : 😭    None : 🌲
If you like these characters don't hesitate to check the new arrivals, I update every day according to my readings.
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Victor Van Dort :
Fluffy Headcanon 🌺
When His S/o Can't Handle Flirting 🔥
When He Gets Jealous 🔥
What He Likes The Most About You 🔥
Rough Sex 🔥
How He Behaves When He Is Horny 🔥
Take It Off 🔥
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scary-axolotl · 10 months
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I am going feral so he're my kinlist LMAO
・amethyst (Steven Universe)
・blue diamond (Steven Universe)
・Spinel (Steven Universe)
・Kokichi Ouma (Danganronpa)
・Donnie (rottmnt)
・Leo (rottmnt)
・Mikey (rottmnt)
・Raph (rottmnt)
・April and Cassandra (rottmnt)
・Popee (Popee the Performer)
・Raph (2012 tmnt)
・Dazai (bsd)
・Camilo (Encanto)
・Mystery (TWISTED-DOCTOR (doll eye))
・Kwazii (Octonauts)
・Selever (FNF mid fight masses mod)
・Muichiro (demon slayer)
・Obanai (demon slayer)
・Tsukasa (Tbhk)
・Hanako (Tbhk)
・Peter (doll eye)
・Shai (doll eye)
・Melm (Bloodbath bakery)
・Emily (Corpse Bride)
・Rocket (Guardians of the Galaxy)
・Miya (Sk8t)
・Blitzø (helluva boss)
・Millie (Helluva boss)
・Loona (helluva boss)
・Octavia (helluva boss)
・Jaune (spooky month)
・hatzgang (spooky month)
・Misery (ruby gloom)
・DJ music man (fnaf SB (I can't explain it but yeah))
・Monty (fnaf SB)
・Lif (metal family)
・Heavy (metal family)
・Dee (metal family)
・Ray (tpn)
・Toga (MHA)
・Len Kagemine (vocaloid)
・Suzuya (Tokyo ghoul)
・Mikey (Tokyo revengers)
・Marceline (adventure time)
・Mega mind (mega mind)
・Sam (Sam and Max)
・Alois Trancy (black butler)
・Kuromi (sanrio)
・my melody (sanrio)
・Muffin (sir fluff)
・September (eye Kandy)
・Larry (Sally Face)
・Sal (Sally face)
・Ibuki Mioda (danganronpa)
・Billy (TWF)
・Bon (TWF)
・Uzi (Murder drones)
・N (murder drones)
・Osmosis Jones (Osmosis Jones)
・Lila (osmosis Jones)
・Hikaru and Karou (Ohshc)
・ENA (ENA)
・moony (ENA)
・brick frog (ENA)
・red guy (dhmis)
・duck (dhmis)
・Franky (spy x family)
・Operetta (monster high)
・draculaura (monster high)
・itadori (jjk)
・Cerice (Ever after high)
・Maddie (Ever after high)
・Rayla (dragon prince)
・Zack Foster (Angels of death)
・Mune (Mune guardian of the moon)
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The Night Shift Masterpost
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☽✧ The Night Shift ✧☾
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➢Author: Ghostiewvlfpack & JTheGhost
➢ Rating: Mature
➢ Pairings: Corpse X reader | Corpse X y/n
➢ Themes: Slow Burn | Coworkers To Lovers | Angst | Holiday | Mutual Pining | Fluff | Smut? | Hurt/Comfort | Soulmates | Fake Relationships | Miscommunication | Forced Proximity | Found Family |
➢ Warnings: Crude Humor | Suicidal Jokes/Ideation | Drinking | Smoking |
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➢Summary:
You work the night shift at a local dog kennel for boarding and daycare. You love the peace and quiet of the shift, but just when you get comfortable- a few break-ins happen around town, and upper management decides to place your quiet, brooding, shift lead on the schedule with you.
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☽✧ Chapter Links ✧☾
1☾ A Change Of Plans 2☾ Hesitancy 3☾ Musically In Tune 4☾ Fun & Games 5☾
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➢ Links:
✦ Fics Masterlist ✦ AO3 ✦ Wattpad ✦ Art ✦
✦ Requests Masterpost & Guidelines ✦ Request Trope List ✦ 。:゜:.*∵✧∵ ☽ Submit A Request ☾∵✧∵*:.゜: 。
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shinylittlewrittings · 11 months
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DP Promt!
Tw: mentions of death and the consequences of it. Not explicit or detailed, but still.
So it's been a few years, the Anti-Ecto acts have been abolished, the Fenton Parents arrested for all the trouble they've caused and so on so forth. Whatever you want.
Our story starts when team Phantom(Danny, Sam, Tucker and Jazz) take the (trusted)authorities down to the basement to shut down The Portal.
Right before they cut the power Danny stops them. Not to keep the portal open, just to give them a warning that he has his suspicions of what may still be there. Of course he gives no indication of what his suspicions are.
The power is cut and they watch as the tear in reality gives a few pulses before it softly collapses in on itself, pretty anticlimactic.
Then the stench hits them like a freight train. When they can finally look through the tears in their eyes... they see Danny's body.
Danny, didn't survive the accident. He's not a halfa because he's half-dead-half-alive, he's a halfa because he stopped dying right in the middle of forming. He's very much a ghost, he's just too connected and tethered to his body to the place of his death to finish forming. This is how to comes out he's Phantom.
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