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You shiver against the unusually cold Los Angeles weather, rubbing your hands together as you stand outside of Corpse’s apartment. You knock on the door again, utterly impatient as always. When you don’t hear anything, you’re about to raise your fist and knock again when the door swings open to reveal your best friend standing before you. 
“(y/n)?” Corpse asks, looking you up and down to make sure you’re really standing before him. 
“Hi! How are you? I’m good! Thank you! Yes I’d love to come in,” you run through the formalities for the two of you and step into his much warmer apartment. 
“I thought you were going home for Christmas,” Corpse states more than questions, still shocked as you walk further into his apartment and he shuts the door to keep the cold out. 
“Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone.” 
Corpse stares at you walking around his living room like you didn't say the most heart warming sentence he's ever heard in his life. He's stunned until you turn to look at him, the silence making you nervous, and he finally moves away from the door.
By now, you've turned on some Christmas music and have thrown your possessions on the couch like you've always done at his house. His heart fills at the sight, the fact that you felt so comfortable in his presence and his space something that he knew wasn't easy for you to do with just anyone.
"(y/n)?" Corpse asks for the second time of the night.
You look up at him, offering a shy smile that says more than you need to and hold out a hand.
"Come dance with me," you say, not really wanting to explain all of your feelings at the moment.
Corpse takes your hand, intertwining your fingers and pressing them against his chest. His other arm snakes around your waist and he holds you tight as you start to sway around his living room.
"Why didn't you go home?" Corpse asks, not believing he was the only reason for your non departure of the state.
"I told you," you start. "I couldn't leave you."
"(y/n)."
"I didn't want to spend the holiday without you," you admit, looking down.
Corpse takes your entwined hands and nudges your chin with them, forcing you to look into his eyes. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead and when your eyes flutter shut at his touch he moves to kiss you. Your lips meet, warmth spreading through your body and your heart spinning wildly.
"Thank you for staying," he whispers against your lips.
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thefanficmonster · 1 year
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It is I!! With (yet again) another small Idea I JUST had
Imagine this: Corpse x Apartment neighbor reader, where one night Corpse just Scream to the top of his lugs and then the reader screams back just for fun and then they get to know each other that way
I found it kinda funny honestly but that's like a rough idea of what I just thought let me know if ya liked it, k?
-with love Miss Kia
PS: Remember to take care even if it's just sleeping a bit or a glass of water okay?🥰 Whatever you do is good enough for us
PS2: Please tag me with it done, if you do make it ☺️
Hi dear! I know it's been literal months since you sent in this request but I've finally gotten around to it and I hope the final product makes the wait worth it. Love you with all my heart, Vy 💕
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Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)
Warnings: Mentions of Anxiety and Stress, Swearing
Genre: Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: see request above
As you slump against the only standing piece of furniture in your otherwise barren living room, you can't help but sigh. Boxes surround you, silently judging you for leaving them in their status quo for yet another day. Postponing the inevitable unpacking awaiting you isn't much of a choice with your busy schedule but it is what it is and anything else would be making excuses. And there's nothing you hate more than making excuses.
You moved into this new apartment three days ago and yet you have only spent twelve hours in it total. Your stuff is still in boxes which you are quite frankly afraid to open, worried of all the broken crap you'll find because the movers you hired turned a blind eye to the large bold letters the word FRAGILE was written in.
Working two jobs is the only way you can pull through your final year of college but it's starting to feel like you're digging your mental health and sleep schedule a grave instead.
You wanna scream. Scream your fucking lungs out. But you can't with these shitty thin walls. You don't want your neighbors to think you're a nut-job. At least not already. Hell, they haven't even seen your face. You could be living next to Leonardo DiCaprio and have zero clue.
Ok, full disclosure, the building is filthy, so Leo is certainly not living next-door but a serial killer might be.
And speaking off....
Just as that ridiculous though passes your mind and causes you to chuckle, the aforementioned thin walls are straight up rattled by a guttural scream, the vibrations of which nearly bring the ceiling down on you.
You let several moments go by as the building settles in it's slot in the Earth following that vocal earthquake. You stare blankly at the wall behind which the scream emanated from, the wall separating you from your neighbor.
That serial killer thing seems to check out, you think to yourself as your loopy, exhausted brain hits the wrong instruction button, sending you in a fit of quiet giggles.
They can't think I'm a loose canon if they're just as bad, can they?
You decide they can't and go on and rip your friendly neighbor a new one. A scream much stronger, louder and longer that simultaneously establishes your dominance as well as deflates the tension that had built up in your chest.
It's the relief you've needed for a while now.
Similar silence follows your scream, leaving you to catch your breath, head tilted back with peace you haven't felt since you decided to move.
At least until there's a knock at your door.
"Hey, um, you good in there?"
The knock maybe put you on edge, but the voice is what seriously caught you off-guard. In all honesty, it intrigued you more than you'd like to admit. Not enough to get you to open the door, but enough to get you up from the couch and get you to approach the door at least a little.
"You're one to talk. You started the chain, pal." You retort without a second's hesitation which probably should have been considered, with the whole serial killer theory and all.
You hear the guy chuckle, "Desperate times call for desperate measures. It's not like I own a stress ball."
Another step brings you closer to the door, "I mean, they don't really do much. And therapy is expensive. Scaring your neighbors is free."
"I scared you?" He has the audacity to sound shocked, almost offended, "You scared me!"
"You bet your ass I did. Gotta let you know who the boss is around here." You sass right back, unable to prevent the bubbling laughter from escaping you.
It mirrors his, "Well, boss, wanna open this door? I feel a little looney and I probably look so too. Talking to a door and all."
His comments provokes a mumbled apology from you as you, against all the better judgement your 2-minutes-ago self possessed, go to open the door.
And my, oh my, did you win the neighbor lottery. You got a lethally cute one.
"Hi there, neighbor." You greet the taller figure crowned by a mop of messy dark curls. His dark eyes barely peer through the curtain.
But you still manage to make out his smile, even with the mask blocking it from direct view, "Hello to you too, neighbor."
"Y/N, nice to meet ya."
"Corpse, the pleasure's all mine."
His name wouldn't help his serial killer case if you weren't so focused on the few features of his you could see.
There's a brief beat of silence he puts an end to with a shy yet still witty comment, "I know you're supposed to bring baked goods to new neighbors but I can't cook for shit....I got beer though?"
A smile brightens up your face which clearly releases some tension from him, "Say no more, Corpse. You got my full attention. Even if you might be a serial killer."
His eyes blow wide, "What?"
So do yours, "What?"
Well, if that isn't the most rom-comy thing ever. Hallmark and audience approved.
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domxmarvel · 2 years
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Thin walls
3 Year Masterlist  
Prompts: “Just this once” Corpse husband x Gender Neutral!Reader
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It was your day off and you were planning on sleeping for the whole day,but your plan was ruined by a knock on the door. You forced yourself out of bed and opened the door.
“Good morning,I have a package for you” You couldn’t remember what you ordered but you just signed for it and threw it on the table before going back to bed. A few hours later you woke up again and decided to get out of bed and make some food,when you remembered the package. You opened the box to find a pair of headphones and a microphone that both looked really expensive,definitely out of your budget so there was no way they were yours. The label on it had a different name and apartment number,it wasn’t yours it belonged to your neighbor. You hardly ever saw him or spoke to him so you just assumed he was shy,but you had heard him through the walls sometimes. He had an incredibly deep voice and you did hear him talking to someone,he was probably a gamer,which would explain a lot. You changed into something more presentable to give him his stuff. You taped up the box and walked over to his door,you knocked on the door. He didn’t answer the door,you knocked again but still no answer. Just as you were about to walk away the door opened,he stood there his hair messy and clearly like he just woke up.
“Sorry,I’m guessing you’re not a morning person huh. I know that feeling” He laughed it off,even his laugh was deep.
“Sorry,I hope you weren’t waiting too long” You knew his voice was deep,but his morning voice was somehow deeper.
“No,I only knocked twice. Your package was delivered to my place by accident” 
“Thank you,I’m sure I would have slept through the door bell” He laughed it off.
“That’s some pretty high quality stuff,do you mind if I ask what it’s for”
“I-I narrate horror stories”
“Well that does fit your voice,it’s very amazing. I’d love to hear some,what’s your channel name?” Immediately he looked flustered and avoided looking at you.  “You don’t have to tell me,I just would’ve loved to hear more of your voice. Anyway I gotta go,I’ll see you around” You quickly excused yourself and walked back to your apartment.
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You were laying in bed,scrolling on your phone when you heard a knock from the wall behind you. It was the wall that was connected to your neighbors apartment,you knocked back.
“Hey” You heard him say through the wall.
“Hey”
“I wanted to apologize for earlier today”
“You don’t have to,if you don’t wanna tell me I respect your decision”
“Thank you..” He paused and you realized he was waiting for your name
“Y/N”
“Thank you Y/N”
“What can I call you?”
“Corpse”
“Is that your online name?”
“Yeah,just keep it a secret”
The next morning you decided to look into him and ended up watching a bunch of his videos,you felt like you knew him a little better now. That’s when you found his music and got hooked. You didn’t realize how hooked until you realized you were subconsciously mumbling the lyrics. 
“What are you singing?” He asked through the wall.
“It’s one of your songs”
“Did you like them?”
“Well,considering I sing them now without realizing I’d say so” Both of you laughed.
“Could you sing it for me?”
“Just this once,on one condition” You paused “Sing with me”
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hiredars0nist · 2 years
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You’re so beautiful
corpse husband x reader (gender neutral) roommates au summary: your roommate comes back really late, not feeling excellent and clearly very tired. It’s definitely time to help him somehow, even though it’s way after 3am. authors note: I'm not a native speaker, so sorry for any typos or grammar errors. And if you need to hear it - I love you! <3
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_ It was really late, the moon shining through the window, lighting up your cosy room. You were sitting in your chair, wrapped up in a blanket, writing some paper that you were supposed to finish two days ago. Of course, you were tired as hell, your eyes almost closing by themselves, but you knew you needed to finish that stupid thing as quickly as possible. It was probably around 3a.m, making it far behind your bedtime, and there you were, working. Suddenly, your attention was switched to the loud sound of something falling down outside your room. You knew Corpse was supposed to come home late, but fear got ahead of you. You grabbed a mug from your desk and decided to investigate. With the dish in your hand, you slowly got out of your room and sneaked towards the door of the flat. You instantly stopped in your tracks, seeing Corpse trying to pick up a box that usually stayed up on the shelves above the hangers. You quickly realized what was happening there as you stood next to your roommate with an empty mug in your pyjamas. - why are you not sleeping? - he asked, as he placed the box in its place. His voice was deep as usual but a bit raspier, hinting to you that he wasn’t really sleeping well - and why are you holding a mug? - a smooth chuckle escaped his lips as you put the mug silently on the table beside you both - I thought you were a burglar! - you said accusingly, pointing a finger at him. - and you thought that a mug is the best weapon? - he rose his eyebrow, sitting down and trying to slowly take off his black shoes. You shook your head, not wanting to answer that question, knowing how funny you must have looked. As he was sitting there you looked at him, his movements so slow, blinking slowly. He was tired and you knew it. You took a big breath and looked at him as he stood up and stood in front of you. - do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep? - you asked without hesitation, looking him in the eyes, trying to look intimidating. He closed his eyes for a second and sighed. - alright - his voice was low, he started moving towards his room with you by his side. Slowly he opened up the door and got on his bed, you followed standing in front of him. You were close, as close as friends can be. After all, you were living together you needed somehow to get along in one way or another, and fortunately, you did. You understood him, you saw in him the wonderful human he was, caring about helping people the most of all things, creating content for his fans, making sure his work is always perfect, doing it all for the viewers while being sick, tired and not even being able to fall asleep. - Change into your pj’s Corpse - you said as the man in front of you layed on the bed looking at the sailing, with his eyelids opening and closing slowly. - It’s fine, I'm just gonna sleep in this - he replied, ignoring that you were very right - come on, don’t be a lazy bitch and come here - you laughed quietly at your own words, waiting for your friend to wiggle himself to the side of the bed and change. A smile appeared on your face when he grunted quietly and took another loud breath. After a while, you layed down next to him, just looking at his face, covered by a mask. You knew that he didn’t like being without it, but you couldn’t get over the fact of how much comfortable he would be sleeping without it. You sighted thinking to yourself that you will get to it later, but doing that you got Corpse’s attention. He moved his head to look at you and hummed in question. - it’s nothing, just let me get all of this metal off of you, hmm - you said softly, seating up straight and grabbing his hand. He looked at you, probably questioning what exactly you were doing. You smiled to yourself as you started taking big rings off of his fingers and putting them on the nightstand right beside him. When you finished, you quickly went in and softly grabbed his other hand, pulling it towards you to do the exact same. Corpse didn’t seem to pay much attention to it, simply looking at you as you did it. Quickly, you finished, looking up to meet his eyes locked on you. You blinked a couple of times, not really getting why he was staring. Getting a bit blushy you looked down, seeing the necklaces adorning his neck. Without a thought, your hands simply went up, brushing against his skin gently, fingers crawling behind his hair to find a clasp. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him to check if he was still looking at you, really didn’t even need to, since you could feel his eyes on your face. Your fingers run through the metal shearing for the clasp without any result, so you readjusted a bit and got closer to his neck, immediately blushing a bit, understanding how close you two were right now. When you finally found it in both of the necklaces, you got them next to the rings and got yourself to lay down next to him again. Looking up at him, you smiled again, focusing on the mask. -  Can I please take this off of you? - you asked, looking significantly at the black cloth covering half of his face. Another soft hum escaped his lips, suggesting to you that you can in fact take that piece of material and throw it next to the jewellery. You took a big breath, closing your eyes for a second. Because of all of that, you totally forgot how tired you were. A big yawn covered by your hand showed up on your face as you realized that. - And I am the one needing sleep, huh? - he laughed quietly at you, looking at you through the locks of his hair. You rushed to fix that, brushing your fingers through the hair that covered his face and getting it to fall on the other side. Just then, getting back to the mask. - Shut up - You said under your nose, focusing on the task you were given (by yourself). Once again your fingers slowly brushed against the skin of his neck as they went up finding the piece of the mask behind his ear and getting it off uncovering the rest of his face. Even after leaving with him for such a long period of time, it was still so amazing for you to see him without that black thing covering half of his face at all times. Your eyes were going from one feature to the other, not even thinking about how stupid you could be looking right now. You were admiring every piece of that stupid face of him. Finally, you looked in his eyes, which were focused on you through all of that. - You’re so beautiful, Corpse - you whispered, smiling softly. - now come on, it’s time for you to try and sleep. - Quickly you wiggled up to lay down comfortably, opening your arms, welcoming Corpse into a warm hug. He chuckled melodically and layed down on your chest, being swiftly embraced by your arms wrapping around him. You couldn’t stop smiling as your fingers brushed again and again through the locks of his black hair. - goodnight Corpse.
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rottenroyalebooks · 2 years
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My Girlfriend is a Witch
 Pairing: Corpse Husband x Witch!Reader
Warnings: None! Maybe a sware or two.
Genre: Real Person Fic, Fluff
A/N: This has been in my drafts for quite some time so here is a quick little Corpse Husband Fic. I havent written on here in so long due to my life crumbling under my feet. I have done a lot of research for this but I am NOT 100% sure of everything just yet. I’m not apart of Paganism myself, but I respect everyone that is!
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“Y/N, you did not just walk into this apartment with another Crystal.” The tone of her boyfriend made her freeze as she walked into the apartment, an all too familiar plastic bag hanging from from her elbow and her face morphed into an innocent smile.
“No... not another Crystal.” She shuffled into the kitchen and placed the bag on the counter top so she could remove the items from her bag and place the plastic bag in the bag full of bags that the two keep under the sink.
“Let me guess, herbs?” Corpse asked, approaching his girlfriend with a small smirk on his face.
She shook her head, “Nope.”
“Candles?”
“Negative, ghost rider.”
“Please tell me it’s not incents again, last time you cleansed the apartment I sneezed like crazy for a week.” His pleading eyes made Y/N laugh in delight.
The pair have been dating for two years and have lived together for five months. The transition of living on his own to living full time with his spiritual witchy girlfriend had been kind of difficult. He wasn’t aware about how serious she was about her craft, so when he opened one of her boxes and found some kind of rodent bones in a small clear container, saying he was surprised would have been an understatement
Though as they started to get used to the new arrangement, he was able to learn a thing or two about what she does and how she lived. Kind of like how she just loved bringing home a new Crystal almost every time she stepped out the apartment. It was getting overwhelming at this point.
Y/N smiled up at him and pulled a small black velvet pouch out of the bag, “Okay, I lied, it is a crystal but it’s not what you think! I had something made for you!”
He rose an eyebrow and he smirked, “Oh yeah?” He held out the palm of his hand and smiled as she placed the pouch down gently.
He opened the pouch and carefully removed a black sleek ring from the pouch and his eyes lit up, “A ring? This is a crystal?” He asked and she nodded, excitement in her eyes.
“I know playing with your rings helps with your anxiety and Hematite, this ring, is supposed to help deflect negative energies in stressful situations.” She explained and put her hand into her pocket, pulling out one of his other rings that he thought he had misplaced a few weeks prior.
“I didn’t know your ring size and if I asked it would have ruined the surprise so I took one of yours to bring to Maggie.”
He chuckled, sliding the ring on his left ring finger, “I love it, thank you.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his chest.
“Aren’t you playing Among Us with your friends today?” She asked as she took a glimpse at the time.
He looked at the clock on the oven as well, sighing as he placed his chin on the top of Y/N’s head, “I do. Are you going back out?” He asked letting her go and watching as she went back to the bag.
“Nope! I got a new Tarot deck while I was there because my old deck vanished. I need to break it in and cleanse the cards. I might try to communicate with Aphrodite or Hades, but they really liked my old deck so I am not sure if they’ll react well to this new one.” She rambled as she crumbled up the empty bag and placed it under the sink. 
“Be careful.” He said as he turned around and made his way to his recording room.
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As the third game came to an end, a few of his friends were taking the time to talk with their streams, Corpse wasn’t streaming he was just there for his friends. He was talking with Sean, who was also not streaming at the time.
“Oh! Corpse! I found your girlfriend’s Instagram account! I didn’t know she was into Witchcraft.” Rae’s voice piped up as her little astronaut came running over to the two.
Corpse smiled at his computer monitor, even though they couldn’t see him, “Yeah she’s Pagan, I believe.” He said glancing over at the girl in question who had wandered into his streaming room, noise cancelling headphones on and Tarot Deck in hand. Her tounge was poking out from in between her lips as she concentrated on her reading.
“Her profile is so aesthetically pleasing! Can I follow her?”
He let out a small chuckle, “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind, just be wary if you ask her for a tarot reading; the cards can be quite cutthroat. She’s still doing research as to who her spirit guide could be, but whoever they are, absolutely brutal.” He shivered at the memory of when Y/N gave him a reading around when they first started dating, let’s just say it didn’t go too well.
“You seem to know a lot about this stuff.” Sykunno said and the others agreed.
“I just listen when she talks about it, because she enjoys it and it makes her happy.” He glanced over at the girl one more time as her phone lit up next to her.
“I followed her.”
“Me too!” Sean said and he laughed, “She bought you a ring? Dude she is so adorable.”
“Rae what’s her username?” Sykunno asked.
“I’ll text it to you.” Corpse said, grabbing his phone from the desk and glancing over at her once again; her eyes were still glued to the cards almost frozen in place.
"What else does she like to do?" Lily's voice popped up, he hummed lightly.
"Well she loves crystals and has been looking into palm reading, there's a shop nearby that she's been visiting recently and now my apartment is being taken over by crystals and incense." Everyone laughed at that.
But he wouldn't have it any other way.
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ratbastardbilly · 1 year
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"I've spent so long in the darkness, I'd almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is."
HarringroveWeek: After Life
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siriustreasure · 2 years
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We need a part 2 for corpse husband if you were his daughter 😌🫣
being corpse husband’s daughter would include (part 2):
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a/n: {find part 1 here} ty for asking, hope you like these follow up ones :’)! it just occurred to me that some people have followed me for stuff for specific people so if you’d like to be tagged in all fics/headcanons for corpse (or anybody else) just let me know! <3 once again, these assume y/n’s mother isn’t involved because single papa corpse owns my heart :’)
warnings: swearing, references to insomia, chronic illnesses, food, very tiny tangent about squid game (no spoilers/violence, just used like one sentence gi-hun’s ex-wife said as an example for something), possibly (probably) rambling
corpse would 1000000% get a tattoo that relates to you in some way. wait imagine if he got a small tattoo of your favourite stuffed animal/toy as a kid which still holds a special place in your gear as an adult. like do you still drag it everywhere you go? probably not, but are they the only stuffie that still has bed privileges? yes. do you still hug them after a bad day? yes. and corpse has to immortalise that because 1) it’s precious and 2) he’d miss his bub. and if you wanted to he’s totally be down to get matching tattoos.
if you haven’t been blessed with this mental image, allow me: corpse husband aka ultimate e-boy aka mr choke me like you hate me, in a beautiful pink tutu, maybe some fairy wings and a tiara, sat a table way too small for him, surrounded by a dozen stuffies.
he’d probably give you a very basic, general rundown/explanation of chronic illnesses - like y’know when disney tries to teach kids something serious and they use metaphors/fairly simple terms? (i’m imagining reader is like a toddler) he’d do something like that so if he had a flare up or something, you wouldn’t get scared or panicked and if he said he couldn’t play with you one day, you’d be far less likely to throw a tantrum.
midnight feasts, midnight movie marathons, midnight everything if you wake up from a nightmare/just aren’t tired? yes. just yes. he has difficulty sleeping most of the time so it wouldn’t be like your fault - like y’know typically if you woke someone up (they might not say it but) they’d probably be like “i just want to sleep, please :’(”. especially if we’re taking about an energetic lil demon bean, which we are. anyways, what i’m trying to say is, ‘cos corpse struggles with sleeping anyway, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal :).
the fridge would be covered and i mean COVERED with your drawings/paintings/etc. there would probably be a couple that were a joint effort - maybe there’d be a finger painting with both of your prints. or one with your tiny handprint next next to his??? stopppp. this actually isn’t fair.
he’d probably have a lil picture of you or maybe a lil gift from you (like maybe you found a stone you thought was pretty at the park or something and gave it to him 🥺) incorporated in his gaming setup.
imagine the hand pics with the stone. omg proud, grateful papa. you know they’d have the cheesiest captions ever too, because he’d be a dad and there’s a brand to follow. duh. imagine corpse’s dad jokes-
you’d probably have a ‘just in case’ bag prepared in case he had to be hospitalised. you’d have packed it together so anything and everything you thought was important, even a bunch of sticker sheets, was put in. i’d riot if there wasn’t a plushie that’d been sprayed w/ his cologne to help w/ missing him. and it’d be a fuckin’ amogus plushie. bye.
he’d probably move into a bigger place w/ a garden and you best believe he’d go all out and spend way too much money turning the garden into a mini park to compensate for the lack of park trips. private park is better anyway, no need to share :).
y’know when kids find out their parents actually have names that aren’t just “mummy” - ssh i’m british/“daddy”/etc? imagine thinking his name was actually corpse husband for a while, like at least a couple of months for funsies. ok so i know i said you’d be homeschooled and i still stand by that but just imagine this ok; idk about y’all but when i was little, like 7ish maybe, our teachers made us write the envelope for our school reports so just imagine you addressing it to corpse husband and the teacher is like “huh?????” (i feel like it’d be funnier if they had no clue who corpse was). they’d definitely talk about that in the staff room at lunch. and you get really defensive about it so they don’t change it and you take it home and corpse is like a mix of 🤨 and 🥹 “thank you, sweetheart”. wheezes for like an hour straight. low-key starts stressing out about that revealing his identity - wait noOoOoOOO. totally shows rae, karl, tina and sykkuno. posts a picture of it on twitter w/ the address covered obviously.
swearing would be allowed once he considered you ‘old enough’ so like mid-late teens.
some qualities (positive + negative because corpse is human even though he’d still be the perfect papa) i think you could exhibit due to his parenting w/ brief reasons: independence + self sufficiency - any symptom flare ups (as discussed earlier), massive empathy - corpse seems to have a massive empathy as is + unsurprisingly children of individuals w/ chronic illnesses tend to be more empathetic, self awareness - sort of the same thing, i imagine corpse is pretty self aware. i don’t think you’d be the best conversationalist but you also wouldn’t be the worst - socialising mostly with corpse and the amigops due to homeschooling/etc.
if there were to ever be a successful real-life example of the ‘spoilt sweet’ trope, it’d be you.
another image for your head: corpse crouching by your bed, chin on the mattress, (y’know that pose?? i don’t really know how to describe it welp) as he gently shakes you awake. ft. a mandatory boop on the nose, of course.
y’know some parents are like “ew, no, they’ll make a habit out of it” cough cough ga-yeong’s mother in squid game - side note, i’m sorry but that pissed me off so much. she was sleeping, he was going to carry her one time. a habit isn’t going to form because of one time >:(. aNyWaYs corpse couldn’t care less about that, you could totally make a habit out of (mostly) anything. if you feel safer sleeping in his bed, fine. if you want a hug, fine. if you want to be carried, fine.
you’d always be (mostly) in charge of the day’s itinerary like obviously if there was an appointment or corpse had some errands, those wouldn’t be cancelled but for the most part it’d be up to you. even with homeschooling stuff, he’d let you pick what order to do things in etc.
i saw this tiktok about how these parents dealt w/ their kids tantrums and they’d basically made the kid his own little space with some activities (i think, at least partially, based on morals? i don’t remember exactly) and a lot of sensory based items like colourful lights etc and the idea was that when the kid was upset, they could go there to like reflect and calm down instead of just sitting angrily on the stairs, staring at a blank wall. i feel like corpse’s parenting would give off those vibes (like just very wholesome and mindful of the kid) but i don’t think it’d come naturally, he’d literally like see a tiktok and be like “yes”.
i think there was another one that was about letting kids decide to give people hugs too like y’know grandparents/family friends/whatever usually just hug the kid or the kid will be pressured into hugging them even if they don’t want to and it seems like such a small thing but like once you’ve thought about it, it’s like why can’t a kid decide not to hug someone, y’know?
the amigops et al (and others) replace your grandparents.
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louscartridge · 2 years
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a sleepover with tinakitten would include....
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cw- menton of being drunk, mention of watching a horror movie, the l word, cuddling, thats it tbh. 
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you guys play alot of games
like both board games and video games
she teaches you how to play league of legends
whoever dies first has to do their makeup drunk
you guys definitly paint each others nails 
she puts some little rhinestones on yours 
the two of you watch a horror movie together
but she defintily asks to binge watch all the despicable me movies after the horror movie with you prove me wrong
which you obviously said yes to
mocking the minions through out half of the movies
has music playing no matter what (the music she would be playing bc i made a whole ass playlist like 4 months ago)
after the playlist ends she lets you put music on and you just keep alternating
cookies!!!! 
you definitly bake cookies together
she put little hello kitty sprinkles in the middle of the ones she rolled so you know whose is whose
she bought a bunch of glowsticks
she rapped the glowsticks around her bed and stuff
when you go to sleep the only light is coming from the glowsticks
you try to build a blanket fort but the blankets keep falling 
so it ends up just being a bunch of blankets and stuffed animals stuffed in the corner of her room
it was still really cozy tho
she sometimes feels like no matter how long people know each other they dont really know anything about the person yk?
so everytime you have a sleepover with her you do ‘the monthly update’
its where you guys ask each other the same questions everey month so you guys always know each others answers to the question
ex- whats your favorite movie, color, game, the last party you went to, how you see each other, ect
i feel like she would want to have a drawing contest
so like you would say the first thing that comes to mind and you would both have to draw it in a certain amount of time
then after you both finish she says the first thing and you do the same thing
lots of cuddles!!
especially if you cant fall asleep
she will literally pin you down if you wont go to sleep
like lay on top of you
“go to sleep >:(”
she stays laying on top of you until you fall asleep no matter how long it takes
will seriously stay there for hours
once you fall asleep shell get off of you and cuddle into your side (if she didnt fall asleep herself)
if she feels herself falling asleep and your still awake shell tiredly say an ‘i love you’
if she didnt fall asleep shell whisper “i love you” when she gets off of you
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broke-art-girl · 14 days
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"21 Detectives." by Broke_Art_Girl
Fandom: 21 pilots, MCR, P!ATD, Melanie Martinez, Billie Eilish, Corpse Husband +more.
Summary: Tyler Joseph has always been a normal kid, until senior year, when he starts hearing voices. After being told he was a mind reader, he moved to Rosewood Academy, a school full of people with supernatural abilities just like him. He has no idea what he's doing. But after making a new friend he feels like his abilities can help aid in finding the two Missing girls from Rosewood.
Words: 4k+
Characters: Josh Dun, Tyler Joseph, Melanie Martinez, Billie Eilish, Corpse Husband, Gerard Way, Brendon Urie, +more
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53017801
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prettytoxicrevolver · 10 months
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Corpse Husband
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How to Navigate:
❤ Heart = Fluff  ★ Star = Taylor Swift Song Fic  ⬥ Diamond = My Favorite
Worried 
Wedding ❤ ⬥
Glasses ❤ ⬥
Accident ❤
Finally 
Angel ❤ ⬥
First Christmas ❤
Twin Flame ❤
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domxmarvel · 2 years
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Just thinking
3 Year Masterlist
Prompt: Pinned to the wall Corpse husband x Gender Neutral!Reader
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Ever since you joined your boyfriend during his play through of resident evil village,you couldn’t stop thinking about everything he said. The whole stream you couldn’t stop thinking about it,which brought one of his songs to mind. Everything about it made it seem like he wanted to be dominated. You spaced out for the rest of the stream,so much that he muted his mic to ask if you were okay. 
“Just thinking”
“About what?”
“I’ll show you later”
*
He seemed to forget that conversation after the stream,so you waited for the right opportunity. He made his way to the kitchen with you following behind. 
"Remember what we talked about during the game"
"What you were thinking about,that you refused to tell me" You stepped closer,pushing him against the wall. His hand quickly shot up,only for you to grab both of them and pin them above his head. Pushing him further against the wall,you kissed him. "You should do this more often" 
"You're right about that,I should've done this way sooner" 
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malleux · 2 years
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miscellaneous masterlist.
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CORPSE HUSBAND
spell [1] , [2] , [3]
dinner
happily ever after
behind the scenes
OIKAWA TOORU
competition
FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY
cuddling headcanons
ATREUS - GOW:R
freedom - series, ongoing
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unhonest-iago · 1 year
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Mistletoe
Gn reader
Corpse wasn’t used to the bustle that happened around Christmas time, no matter how many times he’d spent it with friends. It always brought out a little anxiety in him, keeping to the side, sipping on a tall glass of eggnog. He’d watch the festivities with what looked to be a brooding glance. Really he admired the effort y/n put into decorating, the effort it took for everyone to bring a dish. Even if a few were bought from the store, it made no difference to him. ‘Thanks.’
‘Tis nothin’. Plus you looked like you needed a pick me up.’ The two sitting in silence as they played many rounds of I spy. ‘I spy with my little eye something silver.’ They’d been eyeing the tinsel, reminiscent of how someone they used to be friends with in high school would get tinsel put in her hair every winter. Continuously around Christmas time, after Halloween, before thanksgiving. Y/n had told Poki about her once & now every year y/n would spot Poki with tinsel in her hair.
‘Like that helps any,’ Corpse glancing over the pile of presents under the tree, all the shining sparkles covering it. He was looking completely in the wrong direction, but y/n didn’t mind. The purpose of it being a distraction as a Brodin placed mistletoe around the joint.
While Corpse attempted to find what the correct answer for y/n’s prompt, y/n was watching for their cue. Grabbing his hand, Corpse looked to where they were pointing, ‘That’s not silver.’
‘No shit Sherlock. It’s mistletoe.’ Looking at his feet awkwardly before asking, ‘So no kiss?’ Leaning down so he could kiss y/n even though y/n was the same height as him.
‘Merry Christmas Corpse.’
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faveficsarchive · 2 years
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𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖚𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
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Content Keys:
Fluff: 💗
Angst: 💙
Smut: 💛
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ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔭𝔰𝔢 ℌ𝔲𝔰𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡:
💗 once you say it out loud it can’t be undone by straighttohellbuddy
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katyasrussianaccent · 2 years
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i want to do another corpse husband smau but am short of ideas. Any help would be appreciated
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I Feel That We're More Than Just Friends
by Honk on Ao3
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Summary
Karl is lonely, Corpse just happens to be visiting his city.
Mutually platonic feelings bubble into childish romance.
(its pretty cheesy)
(... its very cheesy)
Rating
general audience
m/m
Corpse Husband&Karl Jacobs, Corpse Husband/Karl Jacobs
2441 words
one of my favourites, the ones i just return to every once in a while. Really underappreciated in my opinion. I really like the atmosphere and this fic had both incredibly happy and giddy moments but also some more emotional ones.
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