#it would kinda be like Anthony Padilla’s I spent a day with and would be a scripted format but we could go off script and it could be like

[r0semultiverse]

Chat what if I did an interview series with different content creator groups of people I can realistically get in touch with?

[fabricated-misslieness]

What if Corpse was interested in another faceless YouTuber (who would be his future s/o) only to find out that they actually know each other in person 🤔 I'm sorry it was just a thought I had to share with someone :")

Corpse Husband x FacelessYoutuber!gender neutral reader

Ooh but what kind of interest? Like ooh la la or you’re a cool dude, let’s be friends kinda interest? Jk, jk. Anyway, you think you’d know it’s Corpse from that voice, honestly, but hey it is what it is.

Writing and posting this today cause I was bored and I got inspired.

No, they’re not actually married. It’s a joke, from this clip of this video at 0:17

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(d/n) = display name / channel name / youtuber nickname (in case the username is quite long, something like Corpse Husband being called Corpse)

Once again, another notification for getting tagged in a tweet. What’s it about? Oh? Faceless YouTubers? You get tagged with those other two, Dream and Corpse, like a million times a day.

It felt like it’d been increased to two or even three million now that you’d announced you were streaming Among Us together.

It was going to be the first time you met Dream and around the third with Corpse.

It wasn’t like you were dreading it, you were rather excited, it’s just the constant tagging was getting a little annoying; especially when you would check your phone at the sound of a notification, only to find yourself being tagged to a Tweet about faceless YouTubers.

You settled on putting it on silent, though you stopped as you saw your best friend text you. “Wyd tonight?”

Your face lit up in a smile, “Something work related. You wanted to hang?”

“Nah, nah, just curious.” His reply was very sus, but maybe that was all the Among Us affecting you. “You’ve done a lot of work related stuff recently.”

“So have you.” You let out a small huff of a laugh.

“Touché.” He replies. “A’ight then, let’s hang out Sunday?”

“Thought you said you didn’t want to hang.” You raised an eyebrow even if he wouldn’t see it. “But, yeah, sure.”

“Shush.” It made you laugh, you were sure he was a bit embarrassed. “K, Sunday then.”

That seemed to be the end of your conversation, good thing since it was almost time to stream.

“We get tagged a million times a day together.” Your followers were shocked about how you were unaffected when you first heard his voice. While the real reason was because your best friend also had the deepest voice ever, you said that it was because Corpse had blown up recently. If you’re in the Among Us community in 2020, you know about Corpse.

“Do you not have a face either?” You and Dream laughed, replying similarly. 

“My face is just a mask.” That hit a little too hard based off of the situation of the world right now, but you brush it off.

“I look just like my avatar, promise.” You said. That was hard to believe, with your avatar looking like it came straight out of a fairy tale. “How ‘bout you, Corpse?”

“Yeah, me too.” The three faceless YouTubers laughed.

Ever since he’d first met you, at your first Among Us session together, he’d felt a sense of familiarity around you and vice versa.

Even your voices and the way you talked were the same. 

It got him interested in you, in the same way that he was interested in his best friend. It felt bad having a crush on two different people at the same time, but he couldn’t help it.

Then when you heard he was from Southern California, from a random talk about time zones, your gut feeling was telling you that was your best friend. The similarities were too abundant to be coincidences.

When it finally came to you hanging out on Sunday, at his apartment because ‘bleh, people’, you thought back to that video from Anthony Padilla, “I spent a day with FACELESS YOUTUBERS”

Remembering this clearly made you feel like a stalker but… he’s mentioned the fact that he was 23, dropped out of school at 8th grade, came back, and then dropped out again, the accessories you see on his hands, and the fact he has a YouTuber room he never lets anyone inside of.

That sounded just like your bestie.

“Hey, what’s inside that room again?” You pointed at the door of the forbidden room he had.

“(y/n), don’t.” His voice was bordering on uncomfortable and threatening, like he’d kick you out if you persisted with it.

“Sorry.” The guilt caught up to you, making Corpse sigh and give you a hug.

“It’s okay.” His voice soothed your guilt. “Now that I think about it, you have one of those rooms in your apartment too.” He laughed and it sounded like heaven on Earth, just like Corpse Husband.

“Yeah, it’s a YouTuber room.”

“What?”

Your shoulders tensed, you didn’t mean to let that slip out. “Uh--”

“(y/n).” Corpse breathed out in shock, separating from your hug to look at you. “Can you say (d/n)’s intro just like how they say it?”

“No, that’s embarrassing.” Your reply was immediate, but he didn’t seem convinced with your reason.

“You’re (d/n), right?” He asked.

You thought about a response, eyes focusing on the spot in which he’d thrown the aluminum foil, which you found still laying there the day after his Instagram story. “You’re Corpse Husband.” You retaliated.

“Uh, yeah.” He replied.

You stared at each other in awkward silence.

It was a deafening silence, one that made you anxious of the result of this situation.

Corpse interrupted it with one of his beautiful laughs and a joke, “We’re married.” I now pronounce all of us, married. Technically, you were married to the entirety of one of your Among Us groups and not only each other but hey, you’re still married. (this is a joke bro)

Your face flushed red. “Yeah, we are.”

“And I have a crush on you.” He blurted out. Shit, he didn’t mean to say that. His face flushed too, by now neither of you could look at the other.

“Me too.” You spoke up, a small smile on your face as you looked at him. You’d always had a crush on him. It felt a bit silly admitting that.

He laughed and you laughed. You gave him a peck on the lips and tears slipped down his cheeks.

“Shit.” Had you read the situation wrong?

Corpse pulled you into a tight hug, burying his head in your shoulder. “Thank you for being there for me.” He sniffled. “Supporting me when I dropped out, when I needed space, when I was desperate for help. Thank you.”

You felt the tears stain your shirt. “It’s what people in romantic relationships do, right?” You poorly phrased that on purpose to lighten his mood, which seemed to work.

He let out a small laugh but it was quickly followed by a sob.

You kissed the top of his head and played with his hair, hoping to soothe out his tears. “It’s no problem, it will never be a problem. You don’t have to say ‘thank you’ for some decent human decency.”

He sniffled, but you could tell he was starting to stop. “I love you.”

“I love you too, always have.”