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corpse husband x fem!reader

summary: you meet corpse on a stream and you’re surprised when he reaches out to you

warnings: cursing, mentions of tattooing

word count: 1.9k

notes: This is proof read but could have missed some stuff. This is my first corpse fic and my first time writing fanfic since I posted that super cringey book on wattpad when I was like 12 or something. I’d appreciate feed back so please reach out to me :)

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You were cleaning up your station so you can get home and stream. You loved your day job as a tattoo artist but you also really enjoyed streaming. It started as a way to promote yourself as an artist and the shop you worked at but it eventually became a really fun way to destress at the end of the week (or day if you were really itching to stream). “Hey Y/N was that your last client?” your boss, KC, asked as she walked to the front of the shop and put new flash drawings on the walls.

“Yes ma’am!” You said back excitedly. You finished cleaning your station and tossed your black gloves in the trash. “And you can’t trick me into staying and taking walk-ins,” you joked with her. She rolled her eyes and walked back into her office “It was one time,” she said as you slid on your jacket. As you walked out your phone buzzed in your pocket and you checked to see who had texted you. It was a message from Sean asking if you were free to play Among Us with him and some other streamers. You replied that you were on your way home right now and totally down. You were excited to see who was playing this time around since their Among Us streams are super entertaining and have gotten really popular.

On your way back you tweeted and posted to your Instagram story that you’d be streaming soon and set up all your stuff once you made it home. After a few minutes, you had a couple of thousand people watching. You entered the discord chat and Sean spoke up. “Everyone this is Y/N she’s sensitive so be gentle.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys and I’m not gentle, I'm ruthless,” You say into your mic and notice the chat calling you a liar. Everyone was in the lobby waiting for the game to start. “You sound way too sweet to be ruthless,” Corpse said. The countdown started and you were imposter with Charlie.

“This should be fun,” you told the stream. Yout tried playing strategically but after such a long shift your brain was mush. You saw Poki in nav and killed her then vented into shields. Not long after the body was reported and you were sure you were going to get voted out or at least sussed.

“Where was the body?” Felix asked. “Nav and I didn’t see anyone near there so whoever is imposter must have vented,” Corpse responded. Felix spoke up again. “I think I saw Y/N walk that way and I haven’t seen her since.”

Shit, shit, shit shit. “I’m in shield right now so-” you said trying to defend yourself but Charlie spoke up. “I was doing tasks with her earlier and I saw her walk into shields so she’s safe but I’m still not sure about Rae.” Everyone discussed a bit more and some people, including Corpse, voted for you but Rae got the majority vote and was ejected. You released your breath and kept playing being extra careful.

“Okay, guys that was super close. Corpse knows and is out to get me,” you said to the chat. You were eventually voted off but one round later victory was written across your screen with your ghost and Charlie’s avatar. “Good game guys,” Corpse said.

“I told you guys I was ruthless!”

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You sat at your station doing nothing because a client had canceled a four-hour session. You were listening to music and sketching some stuff but you were bored out of your mind and you didn’t want to leave in case you got a walk-in. The music got quiet as you received a twitter notification saying someone had messaged you. You reached for your phone and saw you had gotten a dm from Corpse.

C: hey :)

You didn’t know what to respond. You were mostly confused as to why he decided to message you out of the blue. Did he want something? But what would he want?

Y: Hii! This is sudden

C: was i bothering you?

shit sorry!

Y: Youre fine I wasn’t doing anything rn

C: how has your day been

i dont usually do stuff like this

Y: Im glad you did im doing better now I was so bored

C: what were you doing that was so terrible

Y: NOTHING! thats the problem :(

C: im sure youll find something to do

You stared at his message. Unsure what to respond.

Y: Im gonna give myself a tattoo

C: what?

NO!

You tossed the needles you used for your tattoo into the sharps box. “Oh my god you didn’t,” KC said. She noticed the wrap on your calve from the tattoo you just gave yourself out of boredom. “It’s not my fault I didn’t have anything else to do!” You said trying to defend yourself. She sighed and just shook her head. “Just go home business is slow today.” It was raining so the shop probably wasn’t going to get a walk-in anyway and you didn’t have any more clients for the day. It was only 2 pm but you drove home and after making lunch for yourself decided to stream. You weren’t expecting too many people so it was bound to be super chill. Your leg felt sore reminding you of the tattoo. You snapped a quick pic of the fresh jack-o-lantern on the side of your calve and messaged it to Corpse.

Y: [image] it came out nice!

C: thats super cool actually

i was concerned why you would just give yourself a tattoo but i found your instagram and youre super talented

Y: Thank you!

For some reason, it felt strange to just have that be the end of your response.

Y: Im about to start streaming if you wanted to watch

[link]

C: ill be watching ;)

What’s that supposed to mean?

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You sat in your apartment watching tv, hand lost in a bag of Doritos, and scrolling through twitter. You had stopped paying attention to the anime playing on the screen since you’ve watched it a hundred times and knew you wouldn’t miss anything. It was Saturday and you usually take those days off. Take the time to do chores or meet up with some friends but today you felt like not doing any of those things. As you continue your endless scroll (not helping the twitter addiction you told yourself you’d try to get a handle on) you got a message from Corpse.

C: wanna talk?

You looked down at the message unsure of how to answer. It was a simple yes or no and the obvious answer was yes. You and Corpse had started talking more regularly. You still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but it was fine. Your conversations weren’t too big-- just you sending him memes, tiktoks, and telling him how much you liked the songs he would drop. Or him complimenting a tattoo you did. Sometimes he’d message you during streams telling you funny stuff his fans would say in the chat and you’d do the same. You learned a bit about each other but nothing too deep or serious. Like how you two lived a few cities away and you both really liked Donnie Darko. When Sean first invited you to that game out of everyone else there you were most excited to meet Corpse. He’s just so sweet and funny. Of course, you’d love to talk to him but you were also itching to talk to him and the last thing you’d ever want to do was make him uncomfortable.

Y: Yeah id love to talk

Here goes nothing.

Y: Wanna facetime or something?

No pressure or anything it could even be a regular call

I think facetime is just my default lol

You sent those last two messages quickly after you had sent the first. You wished you could know what he was thinking. It was killing you to think you had turned him off from talking to you completely. You put your phone down on the couch and went to wash your hand of Dorito dust. When you got back from the kitchen you turned off the tv and tossed yourself onto the couch.

Still no message.

Why am I so fucking stupid?

Just as you were standing up to stretch from sitting on the couch all day your phone buzzed. You reached for it fast and looked to see that it was him. You became super excited still not even knowing what the message said. It could have told you to never talk to him again for all you knew.

C: sure lets facetime

xxx-xxx-xxxx

You had his phone number. You added him to your small but growing contact list and called. You sat on your couch waiting for a response when he finally picked up the screen was black. It didn’t upset you; you kind of expected it and didn’t care what he had to do to make himself more comfortable during this call.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was raspier than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked and looked at the time. It was about a little past noon and you had only eaten Doritos all day. Shit, you should probably make a decent meal.

“Not that long ago but yeah,” he responded and giggled. That giggle.

“Well, I’ve eaten nothing but Doritos all day while rewatching Ouran High School Host Club, so you’re welcome to join me as I make myself something to eat.”

“Sounds like fun; what are we eating?”

“I don’t know yet,” You said as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You opened the pantry and looked. You noticed a can of diced tomatoes and reached for it then checked the expiration date. It was still good. On your counter were some onions and garlic. “How about some tomato soup?”

“Sounds delicious.” you smiled at Corpse and your phone screen not knowing if he was also looking at his screen or not. “You’re really pretty-- you know that?”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to--”

“I’ve already told you what an incredible artist you are so many times I bet you’re tired of hearing it, but you already know what a talented artist you are.”

“That is very kind of you Corpse,” you said to him bashfully as you chopped the onion and opened the can of tomatoes. “But once again you don’t have to reach so far to compliment me.”

“I’m not reaching you are talented and beautiful and--”

“I thought I was pretty.” You could hear him chuckle with a smile on his face. “You’re both,” he said. You could feel your face getting warm from blushing.

“Fuck you you’re making me blush. My face is all hot and stuff.”

He laughed at how flustered you got. “That’s the cutest thing ever.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you just put some olive oil in a pot and tossed in your onions. It became silent but it was a comfortable silence. You turned the stove on and watched the flame for a few seconds. “If it was dark we could pretend we were together and having a bonfire or something,” you said to the phone as you turned the camera to show him the flame (still not 100 percent sure if he was looking at you or not).

“I’ll put it on the list of things to do when you visit me someday.”

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The Crufts of pigeon fancying photo essay

Fanciers from all over Europe gather annually in Blackpool as the top show and racing pigeons compete to be crowned supreme champion. By Christopher Thomond

The British Homing World show of the year, in Blackpool, is one of the largest events in the world for pigeon enthusiasts, and attracts around 25,000 visitors. Sometimes billed as the Crufts of the pigeon community, there are trade stands, talks and films as well as the main event, the showing and judging of thousands of the top birds in the UK. It is also a social event and a chance for pigeon fanciers from various parts of the country to get together.

Judges and a young steward examining and rating the pigeons. Photograph: Christopher Thomond for the Guardian

Judges and and a young steward examining and rating the pigeons

Around 2,500 pigeons are on display, all trying to win best in show, with the winner going on to the supreme champion class. To enter this class a pigeon must have won at a pigeon show in the previous 12 months.

Len Lewis, then general manager of the Royal Pigeon Racing Association (RPRA), came up with the idea of a national pigeon show in 1972, and the first was held at Doncaster racecourse the following year. It was decided that any profit made would be given to charity. One of the stewards had a granddaughter with spina bifida, and so a donation was made to the Association for Spina Bifida and Hydrocephalus (ASBAH, now called Shine). The show continued at Doncaster until 1977 when the FCI, an international body, asked the RPRA to host an Olympiad. The organisers had to find a larger venue and so the show moved to the Winter Gardens in Blackpool, where it has remained.

Ive been into pigeons for two and a half years. I have about 80-90 birds and I brought 15 here today. I dont really hang around with younger kids a lot. When I sit at school I look out the window and there is a big building where sometimes lost racing pigeons go. Ill be looking at the bird, and the teacher will shout. They get me in trouble sometimes! (Lewis Hardaker, 13)

Jessica Ewing, eight, from Bathgate in Scotland, with one of her young pigeons. Photograph: Christopher Thomond for the Guardian

Lewis Hardaker, 13, buying young pigeons from Lane Head House Lofts. Photograph: Christopher Thomond for the Guardian

Jessica Ewing, eight, from Bathgate in Scotland, with one of her young pigeons, and Lewis Hardaker, 13, buying young pigeons from Lane Head House Lofts

Preparations

Some of Mark Braithwaites pigeons. Photograph: Christopher Thomond for the Guardian

Award-winning pigeon fancier Mark Braithwaite, below, preparing his entrants at his home loft in Blackpool, says: My grandad used to race pigeons, my dad took on from there and started showing. When I was a kid I just got into it and following on my son got into it but hes 19 and not into it as much as he was. Hell probably come back into it eventually when hes a bit older.

You get your own line going then buy the odd one now and again to bring some new blood in thats how we do it. I dont buy too many. When I moved in here I just had a garden shed, 10ft x 6ft, which wasnt really adequate, so this year Ive started a little project building a loft, 16ft x 8ft now, with an aviary on the front so they can get out in the summer. Im a builder so Ive done it myself. Its getting there, its nearly finished.

Mark Braithwaite at home in Blackpool prepares his 26 entrants. Photograph: Christopher Thomond for the Guardian

Mark Braithwaite at home in Blackpool

He adds: I clean the birds out every night. I clean the drinkers out, give them water, give them a few tonics that we keep secret and dont want to give away to anybody weve all got our little secret things we give them which we dont like to pass on. A few of our tricks come from my dad and my grandad, and then Tommy Freeman, an old fella who had a lot of success but has sadly died now, he sort of gave us a few tips too.

Im taking 26 to the show: class 1 adult cock, class 2 adult hen, then yearling cock, yearling hen, young cock, young hen and on

Pigeon fancier Mark Braithwaite at home in Blackpool. Photograph: Christopher Thomond for the Guardian

A pair of Marks pigeons.

Mark Braithwaite with one of the birds.

In preparation for the show I bathed them all on Tuesday and put some tonic in the bathwater, and then tonight on the eve of the show its just a matter of making sure the feathers are clean and the flights are straight. If any flights are bent we straighten them out using the steam from a kettle. Tomorrow there could be 100 pigeons in any class, so if you get a card [a top-10 certificate] youve done alright, youre there or there about. Its just down to that one judge on the day. Another day another judge could pick another bird. If the judge is from down south they prefer a smaller pigeon but if theyre from Yorkshire then itll be a bigger pigeon that wins tomorrow. Theres no actual standard for them so its just pot luck really.

Arrival

Sisters Denise Kean and Jill Fisher preparing their birds on arrival at the show.

Jill Fisher, above right, setting up with her sister Denise Kean, says: Weve come up today from Bideford in Devon with my full team of 32 and Denise has another 18. Our morning started at 2.30 when we started packing the birds. Were going through our birds now making sure theres no muck or dirt on them from travelling, making sure their feathers are right, clean their feet and make sure theyre in tip-top condition so that when we get to the pen we can just put them in, saving time. If they get any staining during transport then we use lighter fluid to lift it away, and because its lighter fluid it evaporates quickly whereas water would stay for a while. It means by the time theyre in the pen ready for judging theyre dry again and nice and clean. They need lots of preparation, good baths, good food, really basic stuff.

Usually the night before we pick them and clean them, get up in the morning and clean them, then when we get to the show clean them again. If you want them right, you have to repeat it.

Denise Kean preparing a bird.

Jill Fisher preparing a bird.

Alistair Tankard and Isabel Mackenzie.

Clockwise from top left: Denise Kean, Jill Fisher, and Alistair Tankard and Isabel Mackenzie

Alistair Tankard, above with his partner Isabel Mackenzie, cleaning muck out of their pigeons cages, says: Its nicer for the judge if they pick a pigeon up without a load of poo in the pen, so we clean them as late as we can. Ive kept them since I was seven years old, so thats 41 years. It started when I picked one up in the street, took it home and put it in a rabbit hutch. I was walking to school in Otley and picked another one up and they had eggs and I went from there and just got the bug. I started racing them but we moved up to Scotland; there were no racing clubs up there but they did have show clubs so I started showing them. They have a bad reputation: I think they called them flying rats on Coronation Street, and people think theyre vermin but theyre not. Most people dont realise how much goes into looking after them. Im up at six every morning and straight in the loft with a cup of tea, cleaning the loft until half seven when I go off to work.

Alistair has a plaque on his loft door that says: Lost: wife and pigeon reward for the pigeon. How cool is that? I know where his loyalties lie. (Isabel)

Isabel adds: I come to the big shows. I love it, its my only holiday. Its wonderful, everyones so lovely and theres such a camaraderie with all of them. Its a lottery this is, you can do well in your regional shows but then this is the show of the year. If youre lucky enough to get a ticket its an amazing bonus because youre up against the best of the best. Its a lottery who gets supreme champion, its just up to the judge on the day so good luck to everyone.

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