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x-reader-theater · 7 months

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Secret Messages from a Lover

summary: While you're streaming, your boyfriend sends you a message.

pairing: Corpse Husband x Gender Neutral Reader (no pronouns are used.)

word count: 670

warnings: none.

a/n: i really just needed to write something so self-indulgent because god i want this so bad. i figured others want it too. i've been so depressed lately that I just need a little fantasy, you know? my requests are open, and you can find my request rules here.

“God, that video is so fucking funny,” you say, pulling your blanket around your shoulders tighter with one hand while the other brings your patterned tumbler with the sparkly straw up to your mouth, so you can drink your water. Your knees pull further up to your chest, which is easily done in your very spacious gaming chair. “OTV never fucking misses.”

You press a button on your stream deck, switching from the video you were just watching to your face, with chat scrolling in the top left-hand corner. You take another sip from your tumbler and pick out one of the comments passing by, scrolling to stop it from moving as you read it aloud.

“Were you on the newest Fear& episode? I was. QT, Hasan, Will, and I just kinda chatted for a bit. That was a good fucking episode, though,” you say with a grin. “Love those guys. QT especially, she’s fucking hilarious. She makes me laugh so fucking hard whenever I talk to her, even if we disagree on Taylor Swift.”

You keep scrolling back down, so you can keep seeing the comments when another one jumps out at you. “Are you gonna keep streaming? Yeah, chatter, I actually just started before that OTV video. I think Toast is gonna invite me to some Pico Park today? If not, I’ll just play some Valorant or something to pass the time. I gotta git good if I wanna beat, well, anyone,” you admit with a laugh, hiding your shame by taking another drink of water.

You see your phone light up in front of you. It’s a Discord notification, which you quickly check on your second monitor, assuming it’s Toast inviting you to the Discord call.

It’s not. It’s your boyfriend, Corpse.

“You look so cute today babe. You look so cosy wrapped up in your blanket and your smile is so bright. I'll never get tired of seeing it. I love you and have a good stream 🖤”

You feel your cheeks heat up at that, and you take a sip of your water to try and hide your reaction. You haven’t told anyone you're dating Corpse yet, and you have no plans on it any time soon, but he makes you so happy you find it hard not to blurt it out whenever you can.

You send back a bunch of yellow hearts and an “I love you too!!!!!!! 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛”, biting your lip as you type on your very satisfying, clack-y keyboard.

That’s when you get the notification from Toast to join the shared call.

“Ah! Toast’s calling!” you exclaim for the benefit of your audience.

You quickly join the call, the connection sound filling you comfortable, over the ear headphones.

“Hey! What’s up!” you say into the call, getting a couple of “Hey!”’s and “Hello!”’s back.

Then you hear a familiar voice say, “What’s up.”

“Corpse!” You’re grinning at this point as you continue, “I didn't know you were gonna be playing!”

“Uh, yeah. Toast invited me last minute. Surprise?” he says like it’s a bad thing.

“We haven’t played anything together in a while and I saw him online and thought, ‘Fuck it,’ yaknow?” Toast asks and you chuckle.

“Well, it’s good to talk to you again, Corpse,” you say, setting your tumbler down on your desk. He got you that tumbler for your birthday not long ago, and it’s your favourite thing you own. He also got you the blanket that’s wrapped around your shoulders for your six-month anniversary, and it’s the warmest blanket in your house. You always wear it when you stream because the A/C is always blasting.

“It’s good to talk to you too,” you say, shivering as your heart hammers at his words.

You begin loading up Pico Park, just listening to everyone talk to each other, when you get another notification on Discord.

“I love you 🖤” it says.

“I love you too 💛” you reply, smiling into the camera for just a moment, just for him.

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enderfenderdragon · 1 month

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what do you think?

i've been thinking and watching corpse husband, sam and colby and just paranormal investigating.

what do you guys think about sam and colby having corpse husband do a video or episode with them?

just a thought

and i am aware that corpse husband has stepped away from content creation.

im not saying that i want this to happen.

im not saying im gonna do anything bad if this doesn't happen.

im just puting out my thoughts for you guys who watch corpse husband and/or sam and colby content.

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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.’

#iago writes #corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader #streamers #holidays w/ corpse #christmas #christmas fic #mistletoe #offline tv #once again i wrote this during finals week and have a paper to speedrun

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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 💕

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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lefteagleblizzard · 21 days

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I’ve always have been a fan of masks

Billy burn x gender neutral reader

There has been lately a Billy fever on tumblr and I’ll take the opportunity to post this little though that came to my mind a week ago ｡^‿^｡ Thank you for all the likes and reblogs on my Derek danforth fic, I really appreciate it.

Summary: Billy has taken his revenge on Melinda and escaped safely the gas station before it could explode, but he wasn’t expecting the police to be there shortly after the explosion. Now behind the bars of a police station all he can do is hope for your help. Because, you will help him, right?

Warnings: gender neutral reader (let me know if I missed something). English is not my first language so apologies for bad grammar. Reader and Billy are engaged. Make out. Angst with happy ending. Pretending to argue. Badass reader

Words count: 1621 words

The room of the police station was cold and neon-lit. With your eyes swollen from crying, you sat in front of the policeman. His heart sank as he tried to find the right words.

“You were the only person he said he wanted to be here. He has been arrested for attempted robbery at a gas station. What’s your relationship with the criminal?”

“He's my husband. They arrested him for attempted robbery? I can't believe it.”

“Calm down, please. This is the first time that he has been arrested?”

“No” you sobbed with a tissue covering your mouth. “He promised me that it would have been the last time he would do something illegal”

The deputy took notes, his face serious.

“What exactly happened? How was he involved? Did he hurt someone?”

“We are still investigating the matter, your husband still hasn’t talked to me and all we have is just a gas station completely on fire and two carbonized corpses. We will do everything we can to find out the truth.”

You nodded, wiping your eyes from the tears that kept spilling from your eyes.

The deputy passed a hand over his shapid beard. He had seen so many similar stories, young lives destroyed by drugs and crime. But you looked different. Your eyes were full of innocence and hope, and his pale face was marked with sadness.

“I understand it’s hard to accept,” He said. “But we have to do our job. Billy will be tried and will have a chance to defend himself. In the meantime, we will try to find out if there are other people involved.”

You stood up, your legs wobbly. “Can I see him? Can I talk to him?”

The deputy nodded. “Yes, of course. He is in the detention cell. Don’t stand too close to the bars.” Was all he said before going back to his computer.

Deputy Colone is hunched over his desk, doing what he hates most, filling out reports. All his colleagues out while he was forced to stay here to fill out paperwork. He glances up at Billy, then over at you. Satisfied, he returns to his shitwork.

Seated across the room, you appears to be idly sketching something on a large pad present on the desk.

Billy sits on his jail’s cot, head in hands, hopeless.

He waves for your attention.

You looks up at the deputy, still writing on the desk, then over at Billy.

“You’re not gonna pay the bail?” He whispered with a hint of impatience, his right leg bouncing up and down as he kept stealing glances at the deputy.

“So you can do another impulsive act and get caught again?”

The little control he has over his anger is already running out.

Billy gets up off his cot, pacing back and forth inside the small cage stressed over your behavior. He eyes the deputy, then you. You flips a page over, and starts to really write.

“What are ya drawin’?”

The deputy looks up, irritated by the noise and by how he kept treating you.

Billy grabs the cell bars and lean against them.

“Hey, pipe down, cowboy”

“I was just curious about what they were drawing”

You holds it up for Billy to see.

“There. Happy now?”

You throws the sketch pad at him, crossing your arms while looking down at the floor. It bounces off the bars.

He reaches down, grabs it, and pulls it into his cell.

You stands up defiantly as he read everything. Wrath more and more visible all over his face.

“Okay, give it back to me” you extended your hand impatiently.

“Why you wanna sell your engagement ring?” He hissed through clenched teeth.

“Simple, I can’t stand you anymore! This is the umpteenth time you do things behind my back and make trouble. This time it was for an attempted robbery. And you know what? I’m so done with your bullshit”

“So you just wanna leave everything behind you? Sell the wedding ring?”

“Why do you even give that much importance to it? Billy, it’s just a piece of metal with a diamond that you stole! I don’t want to be associated with all of this anymore!”

He squeezed his fists, trying not to completely explode with anger, refusing to speak with you.

You stood up from your seat and approached him, taking the shining and beautiful ring he choose only for you. “And what does it represent now? A man who can’t keep himself out of trouble? I don’t want to be tied to you this way anymore. When there’s always a chance that I could find you dead because you messed with the wrong people in search of money. I want to sell that faith and use the money to start over”

“Okay fine. Do as you fucking wish” he took the piece of metal around his own finger. “Come and get it, so I won’t see your face ever again.” His raised a fist and crashed it agaist the bar. “But remember that it’s not just a piece of metal. It’s a fucking symbol of what we were and what we could be, but you’re too much of a fucking idiot to realize that” It’s a cry of anger the one he unleashed, lacerating and wild, hovering in the air, like a swooping hawk.

The deputy is really getting pissed at the constant shouting.

“Bastard, if you don’t stop yellin-“ he stood up from his seat.

You were already in front of the cell. you reaches through the bars for the ring.

“Finally you made a good decision in your life. Give it to me, idiot”

He grabs your arm, pulls you to the bars, and starts kissing you passionately. The more you struggles, the tighter he envelops you.

Your eyes close, and your lips never separate. The kiss is hungry, passionate, and the world around you two fades. You gets lost in Billy’s kisses, and your heart beats hard in your chest. It’s like time stands still, and all that matters is that connection between the two of you. Your lips only separate for a moment to catch a quick breath, only to come back together with even more desire.

The deputy races across the room. Awkwardly, he grapples to separate you two. He rudely detach Billy’s hand from your waist before shoving him away.

Your hand secretly reaches down and pulls the gun from the deputy’s holster.

As he turns to face you, a red laser dot appears on the tip of his nose.

He is shocked.

“Let him out of there.”

You point the laser-scoped revolver right at him. You definitely means business. All the innocence that you previously had now vanished, replaced by a smirk he saw on many criminals’ faces.

The suddenness of the betrayal hits like a physical blow.

Even the most beautiful roses have thorns.

Bully chuckles in disbelief from behind him.

“Hey, don’t clown around with th-“ the deputy tries to take back control of the situation but the click of the security being removed silenced him. Fear grips his chest.

You did just as your lovely husband has taught you, and kept holding the gun dead-steady.

“I ain’t the one with the funny red nose. Now open the cell and exchange places with him” .you put your finger on the trigger. “Now”

Billy had a huge grin of satisfaction on his face, enjoying this too deeply

that’s my good boy

“Better do as they says, ‘cause wherever the red dot goes, a bullet is sure to follow.”

The deputy reluctantly removes his keys and turns toward Billy.

The rusty door opens, creaking loudly as it is set to 90 degrees, enough to allow Billy out. A cocky grin on his face as he steps outside and shoved the useless deputy inside but not before confiscating his radio.

You lowered the gun and went back towards the office to delete all the files that the deputy has written about the arrest of your husband, the computer still open. You tore apart the reports and heard the satisfying sound of paper behind disintegrate and deleted all the recording made by the cameras in the last 24 hours.

A small yell of surprise came from your lips as you were lifted from the ground and landed on the desk in front of you, the culprit had already his arms around you and 2 new guns on both of his sides as he stared lustily at you mouth.

“You never stop surprising me” your foreheads were touching and you felt his warm breath on your face.

“I’ve always been a fan of masks” You replied breathlessly, caressing the side of his cheek and feeling the pungent feeling of his stubble under your touch.

Warmth blossomed in your chest, sparks igniting as Billy leaned in close, lips brushing together. His lips mashed against yours, as if trying to flatten and destroy your mouth. You hungrily pushed back, your mouth open, tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. The bristles of his stubble scratched against your cheeks. He worked his mouth against yours, your tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.

“Quick now. Let’s run away in another state” you lightly pushed him away, ignoring his small whine as you jumped back on your feet and went towards the exit of this stupid police office.

He checked you out with a smirk as he followed behind you, a plan of how he could show his gratitude to you already in his mind.

Note: hope you liked this as much as I had fun writing everything <3

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4seasonsofart · 6 months

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A True Warrior

(Thors x Healer Reader)

Gender neutral but the word wife is used in accordance to the reader. Typical misogynistic themes of olden times.... Thors before he became a true warrior so settle down—that's why he seems out of character.

Steel meets steel, flesh on flesh, and blood of blood scattered on the ancient grounds of god's. The battleground wages on despite any protests from the heavens. The gods are too far away to warn their creations. The Earth is too far away from the paradise they crave.

The sunlight is blocked by the violent crowd of clouds that thunder in support of the fighting below. One after another, soldiers fall to the ground like rag dolls. They crumple under the weight of the indomitable Jomsvikings. They move as not individual people but as a force of nature.

Two young and promising fighters that emit a dark and vicious bloodlust tear through the field like lions on lamb. One is a blonde that stands at a staggering seven feet seven high with two twin battle axes and hazel eyes that scream for a need for battle. The other is like a silent predator that cuts through flesh with his steel borne of others blood. His eyes are empty and lifeless, the brown dulled and mixed with the crimson red of his enemies. His black hair strands are pulled back to keep them out of his face as he searches. He is stalking. He is ready. He wants to find them. No... needs.

He was promised a wife, and that wife he shall have. To have his own future bride killed in a battle such as this would be a great shame. He would never allow such shame to fall on the shoulders of the great Jomsviking chieftain. Sigvaldi, the man who has given him someone to be able to pass on his legacy to. That is something that can never be repaid, but through the service of his battles.

His sword cuts through another lamb of sacrifice as he searches for what he was promised. He looks through the thicket of soldiers and spots the one he was looking for. He moves quickly, almost like a shadow. The enemy soldiers scream in terror and pray that being cut down by him means a chance at Vahalla. His blonde comrade joins him, Thorkell the Tall; he seems giddy to just be in a war.

He comes upon a figure a lot smaller than he, one that has fresh bruises on their body and bandages in their hands, as they patch up a foreign soldier. Thors waves off Thorkell, and he begrudgingly listens. He stalks off back into the heart of the battlefield like a child, just deprived of a toy. Thorkell occasionally glances back at Thors and the child of Sigvaldi, a strange light in his eyes as he does. Although it disappears as soon as it comes, he goes back to his slaughter.

Thors sticks his sword through the heart of the foreign soldier while his future bride stares in horror. His brows furrow as his passive gaze turns into a demonic glare. He takes his sword out of the soldier's corpse with ease. He points his sword at your throat.

"You are the child of Sigvaldi? What is the meaning of this madness? I should cut you down right now for acting like such a disgrace on the battlefield." He states in an enraged manner as his pale complexion slightly tints with exasperation.

He watches as your expression of shock turns into irritation as you so disrepectably stand against him. In less time than it takes to blink, Thors is holding your wrist within his grasp. His grasp is so tight that your bones must be getting ground into dust. You do your best not to wince as you immediately regret your rash action.

"I am your future husband, and you choose to try to slap me? First, the disrespect to battle, and now the disrespect to me." He holds back any violence against his future partner as he releases the grasp on your wrist and slices another soldier's neck.

"I am a healer! You just killed my patient! A man, woman, child, or gender non-conforming person deserves to be healed and treated with respect!" You shriek out angrily as tears spring from your glistening eyes and heavy heart.

"The enemy deserves death." Thor states in a passive tone as his calloused fingers dig into the handle of his sword. "You do as well if you are helping those we war against." No trace of emotion is heard in his voice. It is as if Odin created him from an ancient rock—unmoveable and uncaring.

You shake your head heavily as you realize who he is: Thors, the Troll of Jom. Your father is making you wed against your will. If he tells your father that you have been sneaking off the battlefield, you will be greatly punished. Still, this man, the one with no emotion in his eyes—how is he to care for you?

"What enemy?" You asked through cracked vocal inflections as you watched the battle around you. Savages seek each other's blood. Families and lives are being torn apart by the mere strings of fate that hold them together. The mothers and children will no longer have husbands or fathers. The shield maidens may never see their lovers again. "All I see is innocent blood being spilt."

"You are foolish—not fit to be the child of such a highly esteemed chieftain. If you are to be married to me, I expect the submission that is seen between a master and a slave."

"How dare you—" Before another word is able to leave your mouth, a sharp blow comes to your head. An angry shout is heard as the heat of the battle is so close to you that it is practically breathing on you. You feel a certain fuzziness rise in your veins.

The impossibly gentle touch that only a mother would be able to provide is wrapped around your body. You cuddle into the new sensation as the throbbing of your head slowly dulls. Your body relaxes, and all sounds but the faint crackling of a fire can be heard. A soft thump next to you is felt as your shoulder is brutally shaken.

"Up." Thors grating voice commands.

A mellow whine escapes your throat as your peace is broken and your consciousness slowly returns. You bring your hand up to your head swiftly as a yelp leaves your chapped lips. Your fingers ghost the bandages wrapping around your head as your entire right arm is littered with violet-blue splotches of bruised artistry. You blink the rest of the weariness from your eyes as your gaze settles on your room. The gentle lull of the fireplace, the mountain of furs you always wrap yourself in while sleeping, and the enigmatic way the wood wraps around the walls of the cabin to create this space.

Your eyes land on the slightly discontented but mostly hardened expression on your future husband's features. You avert your eyes out of instinct. It felt as if he was trying to see not just the inside of your soul but also the insides of your mind.

You scan the new cloth laid upon you while in your slumber: your regular shift dress was placed on you with new embroidery and a soft white color. Wrapping around your head is a crown of flowers with soft golden hues. A wedding arm band sits on your left arm with intricate runes only the most talented of craftsmen could make.

"We were married in your slumber. Now, as I said, up." Thors commands again. As if you were some tamed wolf that he expected to obey his every whimsy.

"I could divorce you and kill you if I wanted. It's in the Viking code." You blurt out hastily as the panic rises from your stomach into your aching throat.

Thors stands up without a sound as that same piercing glare enters your heart again. "Then do it." He states in a haughty tone as he releases his sword from its constraints. "Disgrace both of our families and end my bloodline if you so wish."

He drops his most prized possession in your lap as he makes no move against you. A single moment passes as his eyes keep their dull demeanor. His courage and hardened expression do not lighten in the slightest as your exhausted arms wield the sword. You tenderly lean the tip of the sword against his veiny neck as he slightly tenses.

Your anger wavers as your febleness takes root within you. You release the sword as it carelessly clatters onto the ground around you. You refuse to meet his callous gaze as your eyes drift towards the fallen piece of metal. The thing that has helped him slay so many. The thing that has caused an unknown amount of pain and strife.

"I can't."

"I know." A single moment passes, and then another. He seems to have lost interest in you as he turns around and begins walking off. "That's why you will never truly be my wife. You're weak."

Somewhere far away, the Norns mourn over your fate. The heavens cast their pity upon the husband for whom you have been fated. His steps are like stabs into your already fragile heart. That's the day it stopped beating.

For: @bjornslove and @atruewarrior

#vinland saga #there will be a part 2 #angst #thors #thors vinland saga #thors x reader #thors x you #reader insert #gender neutral insert #term wife used gender neutrally #vikings #multi part fic

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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

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.

***

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”

#corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband #corpse husband fic #corpse fanfic #corpse fic #corpse #youtuber x reader #youtuber fanfic

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theexaltedbride · 1 year

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Dead Island 2 Slayers X National Guard Reader (Gender Neutral)

(Art is not mine. Its taken from the old, and sadly dead, zombie Tabletop RPG “All Flesh Must Be Eaten” by Eden Studios.)

You were part of the failed attempt by the military to wipe out the seemingly endless hordes of the undead in Los Angeles. After its failure you were re-tasked with aiding in quarantine for Hell-A and evacuation procedures for the remaining survivors of LA before Zero Hour. The moment when no one, alive or dead, would be allowed to leave the city to stop the risk of infection spreading to the rest of the country, the continent...the world.

You’ve seen so much horror, so much suffering and heard so much screaming, but you still strapped on your boots like everyone else. Some may have gone too far, others not far enough, in trying to stop the infected, but you did everything possible while still keeping your soul.

Not all of you were even originally from LA, but the outbreak was so bad that National Guard units even from as far as Texas were being called up to come in and reinforce the quarantine zone around the infected regions. Not even a single zombie could be allowed to escape and cause outbreaks elsewhere. All options were on the table, and everyone had to go above and beyond the call of duty to save humanity, which for some (like your unit) meant going in and destroying clusters of the infected where they seemed to strangely be congregating in areas that would keep them safe from artillery and airstrikes.

This is how you discovered you were secretly a Numen. You were immune to the infection. One of those things got too close and ripped off your mask before your pistol went under the monster’s chin and fired off a round.

Some of the infected matter got into your eyes, your nose, your mouth, you knew that was when it happened...deep down you knew you were infected. But you were too scared to tell anyone. So, you covered it up, and while you managed to pass out somewhere private, you woke up as yourself. The disease which turned others into monsters had given you new strength, made you feel younger, stronger, faster, healthier. Were it not for the occasional head splitting headaches, you probably would call it the best thing to ever happen to you.

It certainly made the coming days easier as you fought through countless swarms of the undead, saved who you could, and even gave up a seat on an evacuation plane so that others could get to safety.

You were there at the failed attempt to burn out the undead from around the Hollywood Sign, you can still smell the roasting corpses, before finally falling back with the others to the last evacuation flights out of LA. Somehow you ended up as part of the security detail for the same flight as Emma Jaunt. But then her husband turned out to be infected, and it spread like wildfire inside the plane.

You survived the plane crash by assuming the crash position, only to wake up being carried out by one of the other survivors, who saw you writhing in your seat, this same person...a fellow Numen of all things, would eventually become your lover.

Amy:

-At one point Amy’s prosthetic slipped and she landed on the ground, your training kicked in and you grabbed her and carried her to safety, all the while firing round after round from your pistol into the oncoming swarm, driving them back just enough for you to get away. You swept Amy of her feet figuratively and literally.

-Amy and you both share the same story of having given up a flight to safety so that others could get out first. You’ve bonded over this and its not uncommon to hear Amy call you Superhero for it, even though she did the same thing.

-She’s not normally one for uniforms, but likes the way your PT gear fits on you when you both hit the gym at Emmas Mansion. Though her regiment is more designed for stamina while yours is an all purpose strength builder. she still loved to see you sweat all the same and hit the showers with you.

-As a sign of trust, you let her carry your dog tags, and she keeps it tied together with the little cross she sometimes prays to when she’s afraid. She even went so far as to look into a prayer for soldiers, so she can pray for you when things get tough.

Bruno:

-Tends to keep thinking you’re in the Army despite how many times you explain how the National Guard works as his only experience with anything military was the evacuation, movies, and videogames.

-He loves to joke that the footage he gets of you could be used for recruitment videos, or how you already are a super-soldier, even without the Numen part of you.

-He happily shoots guns Gangsta style until you teach him the right way to do it. The entire time you had your hands on him and helped Bruno shoot straight, he was just blushing and nervously nodding. It would take several tries for the lessons to stick, which gave you plenty of material to tease Bruno with later on.

-Likes to watch you flex your muscles when you’re alone together, and when you sleep in bed, he tends to idly play with your dogtags enjoying the sound and feel of them, while committing the details in them to memory. He kind of wants to get a set of his own now, only far more tricked out than yours.

Carla:

-Loves to arm wrestle you because she knows you can take it and sometimes likes to play the knife game with you. (Carla wins most of the time and your poor fingers would be covered in bandages, were it not for your Numen abilities healing you up faster). Carla has also been a bit rougher with you in sparring matches and wants to learn what you know, half of the time its so she can really learn to fight like a soldier, but the other half of it is just so she can spend more time with you working out and pushing your bodies to the limit.

-Can’t keep up with you during PT runs around the mansion and makes excuses about leg cramps, or that she does it so she can check you out as you run. In truth it’s really that you run faster than her, but at least she gets a nice show out of it.

-She thinks you look good in your uniform, but thinks it would be a little tighter.

-Tends to be disappointed when you explain real military life isn’t like the movies, but appreciates you being honest with her.

Dani:

-Surprisingly good with firearms once you taught her the basics, you soon discovered she was putting in extra practice with Curtis to impress you and to look good for you while shooting. She’s also the most serious about trigger discipline out of everyone in the group.

-Loves to swear and drink, and tends to challenge you to a contest of one or both of those things since soldiers do both in ample amounts. Or at least that’s what she learned from movies.

-Tends to take your camo-cap, beanie, beret, or helmet, from off your head and put it on herself. If you want it back you gotta pay the toll. Or you could try to put her in a friendly headlock, whichever works.

-Geeks out over deciding which military focused tattoos would look great on you and which ones she can get for herself so you both have a matching set.

Jacob:

-”Yes Captain, my Captain!” Is a common phrase from Jacob when he’s messing around with you. It was annoying at first, but the sincerity and positive energy he puts into it brings a smile to your face...of course its also led to some confusion as others think you’re a Captain now.

-He can’t stand all the pomp and circumstance of a regimented lifestyle like the military, always taking orders and having to obey etc etc. But he has to admit, you make it appealing in your own way.

-Jacob’s not into any of that PT and weapon drills you run for the other survivors, but he does like watching you do it while sitting back with a cigar. He can also be found cheering you on when you have a sparring match with one of the others.

-He might occasionally make a comment about soldiers or military being mindless drones who kill, but he won’t say it to you or around you.

Ryan:

-You actually remembered Ryan from the airport and kept referring to him as a firefighter, until he (in one of his first displays of affection to you) shared the truth that he wasn’t really a firefighter. Just a male stripper who used the costume to get past the guards. Something about that sent you into a deep fit of laughter, and

-You’ve both had shirtless (or even fully naked) flexing contests in the mirror to see who has the best body from all their training and working out. Ryan always says you look better than him no matter what.

-He jokes about perhaps dressing up in a uniform too and taking on the role as your CO, which you tell him no because you’ve grown to really like his Firefighter persona. (Especially since impersonating a soldier like that is disrespectful and in a crisis situation might be even more illegal than impersonating a firefighter.)

-Ryan has a keychain that reminds him of his brother, and so you gave him one of your tags to add to it, so he can think of you whenever you are separated for a while by your missions.

General Interactions and Headcanons:

-Due to your position, duty, and uniform, survivors tend to call you ‘Trooper’ ‘Guard’ ‘Soldier’ or by the rank you are wearing at the time.

-You have a growing collection of dog tags from every undead soldier you put down. They might have been monsters when they attacked you, but before that each one was someone’s father, mother, brother, sister, son, daughter...someone’s lover. Its only right they get some kind of closure when all of this is over.

-Your bayonete is slowly becoming your lucky charm. Its always there when the swarms get big or when the ammo runs dry. Its also pretty intimidating to hostile survivors and when stabbed into a zombie it gives you some good distance to catch your breath and figure out your next move.

-You are the best at handling Grenadier Walkers, and can sometimes re-arm from them if you manage to take them down without igniting their explosives.

- Thanks to Ryan and you both wearing uniforms that seem to indicate you are in positions of authority, random survivors defer to you both for help and guidance. You are starting to become somewhat of a team leader because of this.

-Surviving military personnel, like those at the beach, are a little more lenient to you and the Slayers if you speak first. They might be willing to part ways with some extra supplies if you ask nicely or can offer something in return. Teh extra bit of firepower is going to really help out in the days to come.

-You made sure that everyone learned proper gun-safety and trigger discipline. Emma, Andrea, and Michael nearly shot someone by accident when you first arrived at Emma’s mansion. There are no hospitals, so accidental shootings are even more dangerous now than before. This is a crisis situation and everyone needs to know how to handle a firearm, even at its most basic level, without hurting themselves even if they don’t like guns. Out of the whole group Bruno and Luciana appreciated the lessons the most. While Amanda is absolutely not allowed to handle a gun ever again.

-Andrea looks to you for guidance as an authority figure more so than the other Slayers and taught Amy a soldier’s prayer to say for you.

-Carlos is happy to help you do maintenance on your firearms, and even watch as you explain certain things so he can help repair the group’s equipment.

-You’ve taken to occasionally having shooting competitions with Curtis.

-Luciana was excited to learn from you that in their off time a lot of soldiers indulge in nerdy hobbies like miniatures, tabletop RPGs, or Anime weaboo stuff. Its not always just guns and marching and chest thumping.

-Dr Reed was initially worried about your presence, as not everything about his operation is actually approved of by the CDC, but you presented more valuable data and were of too low a rank to know the full truth and be a risk to his plans.

-The Other Numen of the Eschaton group don’t exactly like you. They see you as an agent of the old order, one which must die out (along with the ‘unevolved’ parts of humanity). But so long as you don’t get in their way (and because you have six other Numen on your side/one devoted lover) they hold off on trying to harm you. Someday your two groups may come to blows. Not now, but eventually.

-Sam B did not initially trust you as he’s been burnt by the authorities too many times. But after everything you’ve all been through together, he trusts you as much as he does the rest of the Hell-A Slayers. He may not have much love or trust for anyone in authority, but in his eyes, you are one of the good ones, maybe even the best.

-Patton initially saluted you, old training taking over as he mistook you for an officer, and then was a little hostile to you. Like many veterans abandoned after their service, he has a bit of resentment towards the military for using him and tossing him away. But when he sees you being an action hero and saving people, that will quickly turn around.

-The Nightmares can get bad sometimes. You can remember the screams of people you considered your brothers and sisters, you can still hear the calls over the radio:

“Ghouls are climbing over the fence, we’re hanging on by a thread!”

“3 O’ clock! One of those big fuckers just flipped a humvee!”

“The Earthquke cracked open the sewers, we got...we got fucking monsters spilling out of the ground!”

“Oh God we just lost the civvies! The quakes knocked over the evac bus!”

“The quakes just knocked over the artillery over by the hill, I repeat, artillery battery is unable to engage.”

“This is the boardwalk FOB, we’ve taken 90% losses! We need a ride out of here or we’re all going to die!”

“Get those Little Birds out of here! The fucking ghouls are jumping on them!”

“Ghouls breaking through the...shit...we cannot hold this position any longer. Broken Arrow! Broken Arrow! Broken Arrow! Turn our position to glass! I wanna die quick by the bombs....6-4 signing out...God help us...”

You’ve been left twitching in bed or reaching for a weapon, only for your lover to calm you down. They brush away any shame or fear you might have. They’ve fought through swarms of the undead, killed monsters alongside you and stood up to the Eschaton Group for you. They won’t abandon you because you have some chronic night terrors. They love you and once all this is over, they will do whatever it takes to get you the therapy you need, and be by your side to support you no matter what.

#Dead Island 2 #Dead Island Headcanons #Dead Island x Reader #Dead Island Slayers x Reader #Dead Island #character x reader shipping #character x reader #DI2 #Dead Island 2 X National Guard Reader

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cobrabobra · 1 year

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"If i were a zombie"

Daryl Dixon x gender neutral!reader

Kinda angsty ig, reader is dead, Alexandria era, inspired by "The zombie song", description of a corpse

English is not my first language and it's my first time writing something like this

Daryl never thought he would fall in love, he never thought he'd have a family. He could picture Merle having a family, being a shitty father and husband, having kids, taking them hunting like their father did. But Daryl? No, he simply couldn't imagine having a family of his own. And maybe that's for the best, what if he treated his children just like his old man treated him and his brother? The family he already had, Rick, Carol, Glenn, they were enough for him, he didn't need nobody else.

Or so he thought. Aaron found somebody alone in the forest, amazed by how they survived all on their own up to this point, they decided to take the stranger with them back to Alexandria. They found out the stranger's name was (Y/N) and Daryl couldn't help but think that the name suited them well.

When they got back home, Daryl was left to show (Y/N) around as Aaron had something else to do. He was supposed to talk about the place, but he mostly answered the newcomer's questions with simple 'yes' and 'no'. Dixon didn't do well with new people, hell, he didn't do well with people in general, so the tour felt a bit awkward to the both of them.

Couple of days passed and the man started to warm up to (Y/N), they were kind enough to ask if he needed help with his bike or bring him a protein bar before he went outside the walls.

And after a while they started to get really close, closer than Daryl ever imagined himself with anybody, but he didn't mind, (Y/N) presence felt like a cold water on a burn or a warm meal after a long day. They asked him about hunting and bikes and even though he didn't say much, they remembered every word he said. He finally had someone who he could tell anything, whose mere presence made his day brighter, who made him somehow better.

It didn't take long for the two of them to start dating, well they never really made it official but their relationship status was pretty obvious. They hadn't been the most affectionate couple, they didn't whisper sweet words into each others ears, they didn't hold hands, they didn't kiss in front of other people. They simply ate together, slept together, were together and it was perfect for the both of them. Everything was perfect and Daryl suddenly found himself thinking they could start a family someday, they could live together, maybe get married, maybe even have a kid, they could be happy together.

"Don't" he said, his voice raspy and harsh, yet it still was somehow soft, begging Rick both to do anything.

"Daryl, you can't keep living like this, you have to move on" his friend sight gun still aimed at a walkers head.

Dixon didn't answer, he felt this sinking feeling in his chest when he saw the walking corpse of his loved one once again. He couldn't kill them, he simply couldn't and he won't allow anyone do it either.

"You know, if I ever turned into a walker, I'd never eat you" they chuckled softly, looking into the man's eyes as they laid in bed. Daryl couldn't help but smile at his lovers words.

"And I'd never kill you" he responded, tucking a loose strand of hair behind their ear.

His eyes filled up with tears at this memory. They could've been so happy, so so happy. They could've have a house and a dog, maybe even a cat. They could've been a family, fuck they could've had and been so many things.

"Don't" he said again and Grimes lowered his gun.

"You know we all loved (Y/N), they were a part of the family. But accidents happen, it wasn't nobody's fault, you have to let them go" he spared him one last sad look before turning back and walking away.

He can't just let them go. Not after everything, not after watching them die, not after loving them so dearly.

"Daryl, listen to me, I'm not leaving you, not ever, I'll always be with you" a quiet voice said, (Y/N) face all sweaty because of the fever, teary eyes looking at him as they continued. "Our love won't ever be burried. But you have to let me go, you have to end this soon, because I can't do it myself"

That was their dying wish and Daryl couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't know why, he knew that this wound would never heal as long as they were walking around, that he'd never be happy again if he didn't end this. But as much as it hurt, as much as his heart bled, he just couldn't do it. He didn't see a walking, rotting corpse ready to eat him, he saw the person he wanted to spend his life with.

He bit his lip until it bled, anything to stop his tears, their lifeless eyes followed his every movement, getting closer and closer. He heard their moans, so different from those he used to hear, saw their pale lips, so different from those he used to kiss, he saw their messy hair, so different from those he played with

He drew his gun and aimed it at their head, his finger trembling on the trigger as he pulled it and the body fell to the ground.

Even now, even with them gone, he couldn't ever let go, because...

"Our love won't ever be burried"

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x male reader #daryl dixon x reader #twd fanfiction #the walking dead x reader #daryl dixon x y/n

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dollsbite · 3 years

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☆. . . corpse baby

ft. corpse husband + gn! reader

note: it's hinted that the child is biologically related but the reader isn't gendered

small fingers clasped tightly around a larger, ringed finger. a gasp fell from corpse's lips as he stared at the small infant in awe; fatherhood was something the young man had never thought he'd experience and the tiny human resting in his lap left him breathless. her long lashes resting downwards, eyes shut as she sucked on her flower patterned pacifier. corpse felt somewhat envious of her: he hadn't gotten much sleep since her birth and with streaming, releasing new music, and his physical and mental health, his hands were tied.

the baby emitted a small yawn, the pacifier slipping from her toothless gums. she started to squirm and her once peaceful face bunched up. your daughter let out a wail as her tiny hands balled into loose fists. corpse let out a sigh, "okay, pretty girl. let's go get your bottle."

he gingerly swaddled her in her blanket, tucking her close to his chest as he made his way from the living room to the kitchen. with the fussy baby in one arm, he opened the fridge with his unoccupied hand and retrieved a pre-made bottle and heated it up. before you went upstairs to take a much needed nap, you made a few bottles and placed them in the fridge, kissing both your boyfriend and daughter before laying down. corpse insisted on watching her while you rested, ushering you upstairs even when you assured him that you were fine.

your daughter continued to let out hushed whines as she impatiently waited to be fed. corpse chuckled, kissing her short curls, "alright, baby, i hear you, i hear you; no need to get violent."

he made his way to his previous spot on the couch, the man supporting both her head and neck while holding the bottle up to her lips. the baby eagerly attached her lips to the nub and her small fingers wrapped around the bottle, almost as if she were worried the bottle would be ripped from her at any moment.

"woah, easy! it's not going anywhere," he smiled, shaking his head as his baby girl quickly downed the milk, sucking on the bottle like her life depended on it.

once she was finished, he set the empty bottle onto the cafe table and patted her back, the infant belching and he wiped her mouth with the bib around her neck. he nestled her on his chest while he scrolled through his social media, liking and reposting a few of his fan's content to his story. your daughter's eyes grew heavy as her father rocked her, humming a melodious tune while he scrolled through his twitter time-line. she was still a newborn, which meant she spent most of her time sleeping (well, when she wasn't crying, eating, or being showered with affection).

corpse was so engrossed with his phone and the baby that he hadn't realized you'd woken up. it was only when he heard you yawn that he looked up, dark eyes softening at your half-asleep form, shirt wrinkled, standing there with a lazy smile.

"glad to see you didn't burn the house down," you teased and corpse scoffed,

"i only burnt her bottle once and you know it an accident," he was referring to your daughter's first week home when he attempted to warm up her milk in the microwave. he ended up heating it for too long and created a scorching fireball: the bottle formed into a singed heap of plastic. you were both - and still are - learning the ropes of parenting, you couldn't really blame him.

"mhm," you mumbled and sat next to him on the couch. your eyes landed on your baby's tranquil body, admiring every feature of hers. she was almost an exact copy of corpse, she had every detail that you'd fallen in love with when you met her father. no older than two months old, she had a head full of thick curls and the most alluring doe eyes and delicate button nose. she was also fond of corpse's favorite shark plush that he'd gotten from ikea before she was born, and she loved to play with the rings on his fingers.

"i always wondered what happened to 'i could never have kids'," you smirked, hinting at something he said in one of his old streams. honestly, before the two of you met, the thought of having kids one day only briefly crossed your mind. it felt so foreign and even frightening then.

"well, that was before i met you and you stole my heart," he admitted, matter-of-factly, "practically ripped it from my chest."

you cringed at his graphic words, lightly hitting him against his shoulder, "but you enjoyed every second of it."

"sure did."

you only hummed in response, resting your head against your lover's shoulder as you reached out to stroke your baby's hair. your heart warmed at the sight of her father caressing her cheek with his thumb as she dozed off. he was absolutely smitten and his love-struck smile was evident of that.

"i was thinking," you started and corpse made a noise in acknowledgement, "i've thought about it and i really wanna post her, ya know? no one even knows she exists yet."

corpse paused for a moment, rocking the bundle in his arms, "corpse twitter is gonna go absolutely feral," he laughed, "but are you absolutely sure you wanna do this?"

only those close to you knew of your baby. you can recall all of his friend's reactions when you showed them your newborn over various facetime calls, all of them eagerly wanting to meet her. however, all of your socials were radio silent; there wasn't any tweets or photos of her. you hadn't even announced that you were pregnant to began with. corpse's following only knew that you two were in a relationship.

you weren't a popular streamer like corpse and his friends but when he announced your relationship, you gained a larger social media following. most of his fan base was respectful but you did receive your fair share of hate. it was ridiculous what conclusions they came up with: someone really said you were probably with him for his money. you were more than thankful for those that showered you with positive comments.

"i think i'm ready - i really wanna show everyone our beautiful girl,"

"if you're ready, baby, then so am i," he agreed.

with your daughter still in his arms, you snapped the photo. of course, his face would be cropped when you posted it but the original photo was precious. his large hands rested over her sleeping body, the black nail polish and silver rings contrasting against her pink onesie as he looked down at her with hearts in his eyes. you both posted the photos to your socials, proudly announcing your baby girl to the world.

the photo on corpse's twitter was black and white, the caption reading,

baby corpse 🖤

just like he predicted, the post quickly garnered a lot of attention. your daughter had her own trending hash tag on twitter. fans were fawning over the sweet picture, or expressing their surprise that he had a child.

'i leave twitter for two days and corpse had a fucking baby?'

you laughed as you showed him one tweet. corpse joined in, "she's only two months old and already has more clout than i ever will. you broke the internet, baby," he kissed her nose as she began to wake up, drowsily smiling.

"love you, corpse baby."

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x-reader-theater · 8 months

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Unexpected Meetings

summary: You meet someone in a boba shop and hit it off.

pairing: Corpse Husband x Gender Neutral Reader

category: Gen

word count: 939

warnings: none

a/n: people still like Corpse, right?

"God I love Boba," you say quietly to yourself as you deftly and expertly push the straw from its sheath and professionally stab it into the cup. You take a long sip and sigh in contentment, eyes closing as you enjoy the taste. "Yup. Just as good as the reviews said."

You sit in the little boba shop, sipping your drink and enjoying the warm spring air in San Diego. It wasn't too hot, and while you've never been to San Diego before, you're so glad that it hasn't been as hot as people said it could get.

While this particular shop had good reviews, it's very very quiet today, barely anyone having come in during your rest in the shop.

The small bell above the door rings and one of the employees comes out from the back of the shop. You're sipping your boba as you notice a very, very pretty guy wearing a black face mask, an eye patch, and more alternative and, you might even say, emo, clothing walks in. His very curly hair is hanging over the top of his face and even though most of his face is obscured, you know he's insanely attractive already. Just your type. The music is playing a little too loud to hear him order but you keep your eyes on him as you do, admiring all the little details of hus outfit. When he turns back around, and chuckles as you see the hoodie he's wearing.

"I like your hoodie!" You shout over the slightly too loud music, leaning towards the guy so he can hopefully hear you. Evidently he does because turns and gives you a nod. You think he may have even thanked you but you didn't hear anything. "It's Corpse Husband, right?"

The man freezes in place and you frown slightly but try not to show any concern or anything. Maybe he's just not used to people talking to him. You get it.

"Uh, what?" the guy asks, louder this time so you can hear him. His voice is incredibly low, bass-y, so you now understand why you couldn't hear him over the music before. Longer waves means more time to travel means harder to hear.

You point to his hoodie. "It's a Corpse Husband hoodie, right?"

He looks down and grabs one of the ties that's dangling from the bottom of the hood. "Uh, yeah, yeah it is," he says. You grin at him before taking another sip of your drink. "You uh, you know him?"

The man steps closer to you to talk, presumably so you can hear him better over the music. You shrug. "I watched him during the pandemic, yaknow when there was nothing to watch but content creators, but I haven't in a while. I have a friend who's kinda… obsessed with him? But honestly, whatever works for her," you say with a slight laugh. "You kinda sound like him, yaknow? You probably do, you have the hoodie. Unless it's a partner's that you took it from?" You pause before realizing you just couldn't keep your mouth shut and you quickly backtrack, saying, "Sorry, sorry I keep talking, you don't have to answer any of my questions."

You chuckle nervously and scratch the back of your head, looking away as you sip your drink. You're so nervous because of how attractive he is you can hardly think.

You look back at him, seeing that he's still just staring at you, but before he can say anything, you see the employee holding the man's drink and you point behind him. "Uh, I think your drink's ready," you say, awkwardly.

He turns around and graciously accepts the drink. You smile at him when he turns around and raise your hand to give him a wave, expecting him to leave the shop, but instead he sits back down as the employee goes into the back once more.

"This is my hoodie," he answers, and you stare at him wide eyed, before grinning.

The two of you chat for a few minutes, finding an easy rhythm even with your anxiety at talking to such an attractive guy. Eventually though, he says he has to go.

"I was actually supposed to be home like, 15 minutes ago…" he trails off.

Your eyes go wide and you smile brightly. "Oh! Well I don't want to keep you any longer then!"

You see his one uncovered eye crinkle and you assume he's smiling underneath his mask as he says, "I-I enjoyed… talking to you, today."

Your smile turns warm. "I enjoyed it too. Maybe…"

You trail off and the man leans in a little and asks, "Yes?"

"Maybe-maybe we could, do it again? Sometime?" you ask, nervousness making your voice stutter.

The man nods. "Yeah-yeah I'd-I'd like that," he replies, seemingly just as nervous.

The two of you stare at one another for a time, before you exclaim, "Oh!" and pull out your phone which you finally remember owning, and open it up to the contacts, handing it over for him to input his name and number. "Uh, for next time," you say, feeling your cheeks heat in anxiety and self consciousness.

He quickly puts his number in and sets your phone on the table in front of you before giving a quick, "Text me, okay?" and he scurries out of the boba shop.

You nod at his retreating form and grab your phone, and when you look down at the contact, you almost choke on your own saliva.

"Corpse Husband 🖤"

"Holy shit," you mutter to yourself as you take a disbelieving sip of your boba.

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enderfenderdragon · 1 month

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which one do you prefer?

corpse husband

colby brock

which one do you prefer?

or someone else?

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nyxelenios · 2 years

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*·.✴ blessing.

Miscellaneous: Corpse Husband (Content Creator)

❕: kind of a vague vent post for insecurities (please proceed with care and caution), angst, comfort, fluff at the end, unedited

nyxelenios: it's ya boi Cain trying to get out of another depressive episode aha- jokes aside, i'm not feeling okay. i'm so sorry for the lack of original content. i'll try to get back to writing better content soon.

"What do you see in me?"

Corpse pauses his typing and looks at you. "What do you mean?" You shrug, then glance at him. "What do you see in me?"

Oh.

He knows where this is going. He wants to stop you right there, but he lets you be. You probably need to let this one out. And he's ready.

Silence settles between you as you stare at one another. You break, and look away. He knows you're going to cry. You look away or disappear from the room when you feel like crying.

"What do you see in me, Corpse? Am– am I dreaming all this? Am I dreaming of being here in the same room as you?"

The way your voice cracks hurts his heart.

"I'm not aesthetically pleasing to the eye, I have a terrible sounding voice, I'm the definition of antisocial, I'm fucked in the head, I'm made of so many problems... Even my existence offends the entire world."

You drop your head in your hands so you can hide your face from Corpse. Your crying tightens your chest and suffocates you at your throat. You try to hold back your tears but they're falling abundantly onto the pillow on your lap.

"Why me, Corpse...? Why are you with me?" You try to laugh off the pain tearing your heart up, hurting your head, and messing with your mind. "I'm a clusterfuck. I'm made of so many ugly and fucked up things."

A few moments of silence pass, before you dry your tears and fix yourself. You tug at your clothes, cursing under your shuddering breath when you see tear stains on them. "I'm sorry I said all that bullshit... I ruined our night."

You're answered by silence. You don't know what Corpse is doing, with your back turned to him all this time. When you turn to him, your stomach drops.

He's crying.

"Corpse...? I– why are you crying? What's wrong?–"

"How could you say all that...?" You're stunned by his voice breaking, just like yours mere minutes ago. You stammer, trying to explain that you didn't mean for it to come out, you didn't mean to say all that in front of him. You didn't mean it.

He ignores your explaining and crushes you in a hug. "Shut up. Shut up and let me hug you."

You shut up, and hold him tightly. You hide your face on his shoulder, then your tears come back. You try to pull away but Corpse places his hand behind your head to stop you.

"Please, let me be your shoulder to cry on... You deserve it, and so much more. Just... Just stop holding your feelings back.

"And you're not the only clusterfuck. Have you seen me?" His rhetorical question makes you laugh, and hold him closer.

"You're my clusterfuck, okay? And I'm your clusterfuck."

Corpse sighs and mumbles into your hair, "Fuck, I'm not good with words." You shake your head and smile against his sweater. "Yes, you are... Don't downplay yourself." He chuckles and gently rubs your back. "Don't downplay yourself either, baby. You're gorgeous, like 'I'd die and kill for you' gorgeous–" you slap his shoulder and he laughs. "–your voice is beautiful, especially when you sing me to sleep... You know, you should record a song with me soon." Your heart flutters when you look up at him and see him smiling. "And you help me around the house so much I get guilty sometimes because even though I wanna help, I can't.

"There's a lot that you are and you do that makes me love you even more. The little things you do for me... I think about them often, and the more I think about them, I love you even more."

You and Corpse stay in each other's arms, warming each other on the bed.

"When you said your existence offends the entire world..." Corpse starts. "The world can fuck off. Your existence is a goddamn blessing to it, most especially to me, but if it decides it isn't, then they can shove their garbage opinion up their a–"

"Okay! Okay, I get it," you laugh and pat his chest. He smiles and gives you a kiss on your forehead. "I love your laugh." You can't help but laugh again at his random compliment. "I love your laugh too, Corpse."

He kisses the apple of your cheek, then smiles against your skin when he pulls away. "You're a blessing, my blessing... You just existing already makes me feel better."

You cup Corpse's face and plant a kiss on his forehead. "What am I going to do without you, Corpse... You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, the best person that came into my life."

You spend the night with Corpse basking under the moonlight, singing to each other.

Slowly, while you sing his favorite lullaby, Corpse falls asleep in your arms. You smile, your expression softening as you caress his cheek with your knuckles.

"'Blessing', huh..."

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thefanficmonster · 1 year

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hiii! can you write dating corpse hc please? thank you❤️

Of course, darling! Hope you enjoy 💕

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety/anxious tendencies, Swearing, Mentions of panic attacks

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Corpse, as we all know, is a very private person

All his life he's convinced himself it's more convenient to be single than fall for someone only for it along with him as a person to fall apart when it wouldn't work out

He's been used to relationships not working out all his life

And sadly had the same outlook when he met you

But, you were his reason to believe in happy endings after all

Well, not exactly endings since the two of you are still going strong

Here are just some of the things that have helped it be that way

Ordering for him at drive-thrus

Keeping the relationship on the downest of lows

Being in the room with him while he streams to keep him company and keep him feeling safe and calm

Listening to him filming horror story narrations (which easily put you to sleep)

Being there for him through the toughest nights and brightest days

Making him smile even when tears are running down his cheeks

Turning him into the cuddliest teddy bear

And getting used to being treated like the only important person in the world

Because that’s exactly how Corpse treats you

He never misses an opportunity to express his love to you and shower you with his adorable gestures of affection

And that’s why the two of you are relationship goals

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herwritingartcowboy · 3 years

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Okay forgot to highlight the characters of the day but yes

jujutsu kaisen megumi and itadori (characters)

For my 13 day before Halloween

Corpse bride (the title)

I'm really proud of this one so go check it out 🥺

Okay um this is the last post i thought would be my top post that hit 100

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struggling-with-time · 3 years

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I wanna ruin our friendship [Corpse x reader]

Paring: Corpse husband x Gender Neutral!reader

Summary: “That one sound on tiktok where it’s like “I wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers Instead” w corpse and rder? Reader is a streamer and good friend of corpse and he actually films a tiktok but he’s out of frame and only reader is shown and then she realizes what he’s about to do and they kiss outside of the frame and the vid j shows his hands grabbing her face and hair. And the fans go crazy ofc! Thank you so much I love your writing!!” requested by anon

Warnings: fluff, because too much angst isn’t good for anyone but me

Words: 0.6k words

A/N: Will I ignore the fact that I have been radio silent for nearly a month? Yes. Yes I will. Not to mention this is a mess, a mess.

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You had just come back from your break on stream, having shared a meal with Corpse, talking about what the two of you had been doing that day. His was currently staying at your apartment. Well, it was more like he was meant to stay for a weekend, but that was last weekend and he was still there. You had been a relationship for a mere 3 months but been friend for far longer. Having helped each other grow your own platforms. Meaning your friendship was extremely public. It wasn’t, but everyone knew about it, not to mention the ever-growing amount of video clips with either one of you yelling in the background.

You greet your stream as you sit down in your chair and turn your camera back on. You play a total of 3 games of League of Legends before you hear a knock on your door to your bedroom. You head snaps to the direction, alerting your viewers of Corpse presence.

You put down your headset, and notice him carrying some stuff, you can’t make out what it is completely.

“Should I mute?”

Corpse shakes his head and holds up his phone as a songs starts playing, you can’t help but laugh the second you recognize the song.

Jenny, darling, you’re my best friend

Corpse throws a handful of pictures of you at you, for your viewers to see and for his phone to record.

But there’s a few things that you don’t know of

He comes closer to you, and you can’t stop smiling at him.

Why I borrow your lipstick so often

He throws a lipstick at you, and you actually manage to catch it, much to the surprise of yourself.

I’m using your shirt as a pillowcase

A short look of terror comes on your face, as your viewers can see a t-shirt get absolutely hurled straight at your face.

I wanna ruin our friendship

You tangle yourself out of the t-shirt.

We should be lovers instead

Corpse takes your hand out of frame.

I don’t know how to say this

Corpse pulls you out of your webcam and leans in close.

‘Cause you’re really my dearest friend

The TikTok close off with him holding your face, and guiding it out of frame. Behind the phone he kisses you deeply, and the two of you can’t help but both smile in the kiss.

Your viewers can hear you laugh as you stop kissing.

“What was that for?”

“I thought us becoming official, might as well benefit me.”

“Corpse!” the sound of a slap can be heard, and the low laugh of Corpse can be heard after.

Your viewers can see your chair being pushed back into camera view. Showing you with now swollen lips. A quick handwave from Corpse and he’s on his way leaving you with all the questions to answer.

“Quick tip, if you get a partner. Don’t get a sly one.”

“Y/N! I heard that!”

“Good!”

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