z-nyx - Tumblr blog

z-nyx · 3 years ago

Text

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 [𝐃𝐎𝐁 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑]

chapter one❜

This is not a love story. This is the tale of a broken boy finding an as equally broken girl. You can't control what the outcome will be. You can't manifest a happy ending. All you can do is live and let fate decide whether you live happily ever after or fall victim to your own lethal ways. Remember, as you read: this is not a love story. It will never be a love story. Don't hope, don't wish, don't dream. Go in without expectations. Let yourself be guided in the same way the broken boy and the broken girl were guided too and meet them in the middle.

─── dylan o'brien x female reader ༉

─── written fic ༉

─── word count: 2.5k ༉

─── tw: none

They found each other at a sketchy club in downtown LA. The summer heat had been swelling since 8 am, right when the sun came up, and that same heat hadn’t left the walls nor the floors, or the people.

A drop of sweat rolled down Y/N’s back, sticking her black top to her skin.

She wanted out.

Her friends had begged her to come along because she never went out and with good reasons too. It wasn’t just the anxiety or the panic attacks or the constant feeling of being overwhelmed. It was also the dangers of going clubbing, especially if the club itself wasn’t a gay club.

Men were women’s greatest predators and Y/N was very much aware of that as she held her hand over the top of her drink, eyeing everyone who walked past suspiciously.

She wasn’t getting drugged – not tonight, not ever.

“Can we go?” Y/N mumbled to the one friend part of the possé who hated clubs as much as she did. Luna pulled a face telling Y/N all she needed to know.

The reason why they were here wasn’t even an ethical one either. The Oscars had premiered earlier on national television which they had all swarmed around in their little hotel room with popcorn at their feet and drinks slowly growing lukewarm on the nightstands. They had judged the outfits of the people on the red carpet, cringed through some of the interviews, and read along with Twitter who commented on the drama of the evening.

Will Smith Smacks Chris Rock for Making Fun of Wife one article had read.

Former Heartthrob Dylan O’Brien Arrived Drunk and Possibly High at the Red Carpet said another.

It was exciting to read about a life that wasn’t your own. Not just because their lives were actually more exciting but because they distracted from your own shitty one. Schadenfreude: noun, pleasure derived by someone from another person's misfortune.

The Oscars were often, or always, Y/N wouldn’t know, followed by an after-party and tonight that after-party had ended in a disaster when a fight had broken out on the dancefloor. Someone had touched someone else and though it was unclear what exactly transpired, the after-party was cancelled for tonight.

How big of a coincidence would it be if there was a club next to the location of the after-party with cheap cocktails and a loud beat booming from the boxes that were placed everywhere within the building?

Melissa had dragged them there, showing the latest gossip on the cracked screen of her phone as she wobbled on her heels to the club entrance. She wasn’t even of legal age yet, the youngest of the bunch. And yet she somehow managed to get everyone, a remaining group of 5 girls, to dress up, put on makeup and follow her to the club that could possibly have some famous people there. Y/N wasn’t even sure what she wanted from them, perhaps it was just like spotting animals at the zoo. Or maybe she actually thought she’d have a chance with them… On second thought, she might.

Melissa was definitely the kind of girl who attracted that kind of attention – the kind reserved for otherworldly beings like other famous people. Now, famous people were people too but they don’t feel entirely human. Perhaps that is why they think they can do inhumane things and get away with it. They were on a different level entirely from everyone else. The world doesn’t look the same through their eyes and so being in their proximity… It makes you feel like you’re part of that world as well – the hidden world full of mysteries that normal people will never uncover.

Anyways, Melissa was the kind of girl who got that attention without trying, Y/N was the kind of girl who didn’t get that kind of attention and desperately prayed she didn’t get noticed but secretly liked it too when it was given to her. It made her feel special, and she rarely felt special.

Catcalling; something highly disturbing and offensive and yet we have been trained as women to like it. So, a shameful part of us likes it. Not all women like it, of course, but most do because that is what society forced us to achieve ever since we were little. Male attention.

Famous people are kind of similar and on a whole other level at the same time. We were also taught to like attention from rich and powerful people because why would they even look at us common folk? If we get their attention it means we’re worth paying attention to. And yet it’s shameful to want it, to crave it, even though many do. However, what separates the men and famous people analogy is that there is a significant amount of men in the world, and there aren’t that many truly famous people. The kind of people who you feel like you should bow down to as though they’re the new, reincarnated, Jesus.

Famous men? Whole other story. Both famous and male – the optimal kryptonite. Not because they’re special and not because we should actually measure our worth by whether they notice us or not. No, because the world deemed them the most important people in the world and in turn made them the most powerful. They rule us all and it will bring the world to ultimate destruction.

“I think that’s Timothée Chalamet!” Hanna squealed and no, no it was really not. The guy that Hanna happily pointed at was bald, and not even a little. Fully bald. Head shining in the fluorescent lights of the club. Perhaps she thought that he had to do it for a role, perhaps she needed glasses, or perhaps she was very much wasted already within half an hour of being here.

“How much did you have to drink?” Y/N asked, her voice low and soft. She was always so aware of herself and what people saw and thought of her that it translated into her interactions with her friends as well. Everything even mildly embarrassing was whispered, hidden from the public eye.

“Ehm… Three shots? No, four. Definitely four.”

“Do you want some water?”

Y/N was almost sure that four shots were a reach. Maybe double with the way she was swaying from left to right and back already. One nod was all it took for Y/N to try and merge with the masses and pave her way to the bar.

It took some time to get there. The throng of dancing people was a pain to navigate and the only reason why Y/N could even get to the other side of the club in the first place had more to do with her own dancing skills and petite figure than them being courteous enough to let her through. Sweaty bodies merged and parted again as the bass dropped. People jumped joyfully, swayed shyly, moved masterfully. Y/N jumped and swayed and moved with them until she was on the other end of it, smelling like other people. Once again she hated herself for even being here in the first place. She needed a hot shower or even better: a hot bath with a nice smelling bath bomb and a good book. Y/N needed candles and little snacks and fluffy blankets. And yet she was here, trying to get the attention of the barman by standing on top of the ridge of the barstool that was meant for people to rest their feet on to appear taller.

“Yo, man! Three beers and… Yeah, one of those pink drinks or sum? I don’t know just make something of it.”

Y/N watched in complete awe as the barman nodded at the guy behind her, not even noticing her as she waved her hand almost into his face. “HELLO? AND WHAT ABOUT MY FUCKING WATER THEN?” she yelled.

The guy behind her snickered. There was something condescending about it and Y/N immediately wanted to punch him in the face.

How. Dare. He?

She turned to give him a piece of her mind but froze immediately when she realised who she was looking at. The cocky smirk on none other than Dylan O’Brien’s lips when he realised that she recognised him was enough to break her out of her frozen state.

“I don’t give a shit that you’re famous, I’ve been here for ten minutes trying to get this asshole’s attention. You can wait your turn.”

His lips parted in shock and then he started to laugh – really laugh. “You’ve got a mouth on ya.”

“There’s more where that came from.”

Dylan was drunk, or high, or both, just like the Buzzfeed article had suggested. His eyes were bloodshot and small, his face flushed which he could thank the heat of the club for but Y/N doubted it. He wasn’t even sweating, just very red. He was swaying too but comically off-beat. She almost pitied him. Almost.

Y/N knew Dylan O’Brien from friend’s celebrity crushes, teenage girl magazines, and eventually MTV’s Teen Wolf. He looked different then, younger. Fresh-faced and eyes sparkling with joy. He still looked like he loved life, like he really enjoyed what he did at any given moment. He didn’t slur like he was at the moment, trying to explain to her why he and his friends really needed more alcohol – he spoke in full sentences with perfect grammar and witty remarks as a cherry on top. Y/N had a crush on him then, she felt bad for him now.

He looked different but she knew that already. Twitter had blown up when Dylan reappeared after his incident with blonde hair, a small beard, and a body covered in tattoos. There could have been something attractive about his new appearance if it wasn’t the result of a tragedy that resulted in even more tragedy. He fell into the world of drinking, smoking, doing drugs. Dylan got DUI’s, was arrested for getting into multiple fights on the steps of multiple bars and clubs, and had a new girl hanging on his arm every time he went outside.

New appearance, new behaviour, new life.

Y/N wasn’t impressed, in the least.

And yet she understood.

Because how much would she have destroyed herself if she had the money to do so?

How much would she have clung to substances that made life a little more bearable?

Y/N had to resort to self-harm, pushing people away, and not eating in order to self-destruct. There wasn’t much room or money for anything else. Not with a stressful job and an even more stressful social life.

“I don’t care how badly you need another beer. I. Want. Water.”

Dylan looked at her with squinting eyes. Was she blurry from the alcohol or was he seizing her up? “You really don’t care that I’m famous, do you?” The famous part was accompanied by sarcastic jazz hands. Perhaps he hadn’t lost his old self fully… just yet.

“Why would I?” Y/N asked, an eyebrow raised already before he could even finish his sentence. “It doesn’t make you special, if that’s what you’re thinking. You don’t deserve special treatment for acting in a few things. Sorry to tell you this, Dylan, but you were just doing your job. You don’t see me getting drinks from this very incompetent bartender.” She yelled the last bit at the bartender who was very much still ignoring her. “Because I work at a high school.”

Dylan’s eyes sparked with interest. “You work at a-”

“Not important,” Y/N interrupted, holding her hand up to his face to prevent him from talking. “You don’t deserve special treatment, none of you do. So, no, I don’t care if you’re famous and I don’t care if you care whether I care.”

Y/N confused even herself sometimes.

“I just want water for my very drunk friend and go home. I hate clubs.”

Dylan’s beer was set down in front of them. Y/N stared at it with a mix of disgust and annoyance. Dylan looked conflicted.

“One water too,” he told the bartender and laid down another wad of dollars that was way too much for a small bottle of water. Y/N wasn’t sure if she felt repulsed by the way he threw around more money than she earned in a week or whether she felt oddly happy that he tipped people who worked for minimum wage this much. Even though the bartender obviously didn’t deserve it.

“I could have paid for that myself,” Y/N said, taking the bottle of water from the bar. It was sticky and cold from the condense. She switched hands and laid her now wet hand against her face to cool herself down. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Her voice wasn’t accusatory or biting in any way. Y/N just always had an issue with people paying things for her. The guilt ate her alive even years later.

“See it as an apology for being a dick,” Dylan shrugged.

Y/N wanted to say something, thank him, but no words seemed to come out of her mouth. In the now flickering lighting of the club, black, white, black, white, as a new song came on, Dylan seemed softer almost. A little bit more like the person whose photos she saved on hidden Pinterest boards with the dream of meeting him one day. Dylan looked back at her, unwaveringly so, but his eyes weren’t hostile or unkind. He was watching her patiently until it took a second too long and he opened his mouth to speak.

His name was called out then. The moment shattered. A girl joined his side. Y/N didn’t recognise her. Two arms wrapped around one of his. The sickly sweet voice of the girl somehow breaking through the bass of the song. The voice begged Dylan to come back to the group. A scarlet kiss was pressed to his neck. Hand found hand. A single tug.

That was all it took before Dylan was dragged away, though his eyes never seemed to stray from Y/N’s.

Y/N was left dazed at the bar.

And Dylan was lost in the crowd again.

8 notes · View notes

z-nyx · 3 years ago

Text

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　 CONSTELLATIONS: ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

☆ﾐfanfiction (tv shows, movies, rl, games, anime)

☆ﾐspecials

☆ﾐko-fi

☆ﾐother platforms

☆ﾐprompts

Keep reading

9K notes · View notes

z-nyx · 3 years ago

Text

Corpse liked this on twitter :)

6K notes · View notes

z-nyx · 3 years ago

Text

😈🔪 THE AMIGOPS 🌱🍞

3K notes · View notes

z-nyx · 3 years ago

Text

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

summary: the first time he says “oh” is when you make a video that his fans think is because of him. the second time he does it when he accidentally likes an old picture of yours on instagram. the third time’s trying to frame you in among us. the fourth time is when he finally sees you in real life. you think your mission is complete after that.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

pairing: corpse husband x f!reader warnings: crack, horrible gen z humour, 16+ language, anime references, overall madness format: mostly soc media, but there are parts of a mix of sm + written text. written parts are marked with a (W) author’s note: this idea came to me at 4am and who am i to turn down gods message. so here it is. if anyone wants to be tagged, lmk xx since i get this question a lot, this series is made with social maker & sociel dummy:)

status: finished 🖤 updates: monday & thursday! (& occasionally saturday!) taglist: closed!

↪ back to ultimate masterlist.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

INTRODUCTIONS.

PART 1: bhaddie behaviour

PART 2: oh?

PART 3: ghosted

PART 4: bts not real

PART 5: rat

PART 6: onlyhands

PART 7: oh fuck

PART 8: cat boys (W) PART 9: strawberry cow

PART 10: big dick is back in town (W)

PART 11: go outside & touch the grass

PART 12: yogurt w jelly

PART 13: …o-oh? (W)

PART 14: couple

PART 15: whores in private

PART 16: god complex + five nights at freddie’s lore

PART 17: cutie & magic dildo

PART 18: pg-13

PART 19: clingy

PART 20: the boys

PART 21: the g word

PART 22: adam sandler

PART 23: pretty boy (W)

PART 24: oh…hi (W)

PART 25: baby (derogatory)

PART 26: single in 7 languages

PART 27: maps r an ancient egyptien tablet + bros b4 hoes

PART 28: amish y/n

PART 29: jana wedding

PART 30: made you say oh

FANWORKS 💗:

syk x y/n wearing cat ears, villain yn & pretty boy!corpse x villain!y/n ( 🖼 by @moomiiebun)

y/n as an egirl ruining corpse’s life (🖼 by @orionhorcruxes)

corpse is simping hard for egirl!yn & rae is done w it (🖼 by @theboywhocriedlupin)

y/n and her strawberry cow 🍓 (🖼 by @rosy-feels)

music to say “oh” to ( 🎶 by spotify nonnie)

myso soundtrack & pov: you’re yn ( 🎶 by @songofcosplay )

myso soundtrack but you’re emo (as you should be!) ( 🎶 by @celestephantasm)

baby & pretty boy & yn + corpse in cow hoodies (🖼 by @depressed-flower-child)

myso covers or just women supremacy (🖼 by @peculiarwiitch)

EXTRAS:

myso memes (the first part)

myso memes (the scandalous return)

a helpful tutorial

memes/reaction images used in myso

the roaches meme from that one chapter in myso

tinder (one shot)

corpse is NOT dom, y would u say that??

tana x jake paul vegas wedding but it’s actually y/n x corpse

doja cat reads myso

5K notes · View notes

z-nyx · 3 years ago

Text

*𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗*࿐ 𝚗𝚘. 𝟻,𝟻

PART 5 of ?: ❛ the aftermath - corpse's pov❜

PART 1 | Y/N'S POV

veni, vidi, verti

ava came, saw, and left again.

now it's up to y/n and corpse to deal with the aftermath.

a mini part.

─── corpse x female reader ༉

─── social media au + written fic ༉

─── word count: 1,5k ༉

─── tw: none

author’s note: this is corpse's pov of the mini part! if you haven't read it, i highly recommend you do so! from now on, i will reblog my fics to @corpsesbabyreblogs! if you want to, you can turn on post notifications instead of being tagged. this way you don't have to ask me to be added to the taglist and you can stay anonymous!

Y/N had been quiet for a while and Corpse was starting to get worried.

Quiet was not a word usually associated with her and while Corpse understood where the sudden lull in energy came from, it didn’t soothe the overprotective part of his brain that extended to all of his friends. Especially Y/N.

Corpse muted his microphone and turned to her. Y/N’s face had fallen a little, the bags under her eyes that were permanently there already even more prominent. “Still thinking about her?” he asked. “Didn’t I tell you to let it go?”

He didn’t want to sound accusatory or annoyed. He wasn’t. Far from it really. Corpse was worried that there was something inside of Y/N that had snapped, the strength that once held her together falling away because of some girl who thought she could break Y/N with her shitty behaviour.

Corpse needed Y/N back.

She shrugged, the shirt she was wearing rustling with the movement. “I don’t know…” she mumbled. Corpse’s heart sank a little. “You did and I tried but then I thought back to how embarrassed she looked and-”

Corpse interrupted her and didn’t find it within himself to apologise. “She embarrassed herself enough the last couple of streams.”

He was too angry. Not at her, never at her, but at the girl who had dimmed her enjoyment of the stream, who was trying to drive a wedge between Y/N and himself, maybe even between her and the fandom.

If one person on Twitter is mean to her, I will raise hell.

She laughed and her head fell on Corpse’s shoulder. Corpse froze for a split second before sinking into the warmth of Y/N’s body. His arm wrapped around Y/N. Corpse didn’t even think about it, it just happened. It was as though his body knew how to touch her before his brain did.

Corpse took hold of the mouse while Y/N manned the keyboard. You were a good team despite never having played like this before. You were so in sync with each other and Corpse was only now realising it. How Y/N made the tea while Corpse dumped in the sugar like a well-oiled machine. How everything seemed to just fit whenever you two were together.

If soulmates existed, whether they were platonic or… Corpse shook his head, avoiding Y/N’s questioning eyes. Platonic. You two were platonic. Always have been, always will be.

Not per his choice.

There was something Corpse learned a long time ago. If you truly love someone, if they are your best friend in the whole wide world; don’t date them. It only breeds eventual misery and tragedy.

But…

There was something there. A twin flame. A soulmate. He found it all in Y/N.

Corpse broke out of his dwindling thoughts and focused back on Y/N, frowning when he saw her furrowed eyebrows, her cramped fingers. Corpse made her pause by a little cabin, taking her warm hand into his own cold one.

“Y/N, listen to me. She did this to herself and besides, I was the one who made the fanfiction comment. She will be okay, she’ll bounce back, just wait and see. I think she’ll come back even harder and try even more because people like her… They thrive on this kind of drama. She’s probably inventing some enemies to lovers plotline starring me as we speak.”

A giggle escaped Y/N’s lips, clearly involuntary.

It made him grin back.

“Well?” he asked, hoping to make Y/N focus on something else than his probably blushing cheeks. Maybe the red lights of his setup will mask the sudden flush of his skin. Or maybe Y/N will be kind enough not to comment on it.

How could he not be flustered, though, when she was smiling at him like that. It was a bright smile, it was a helpless smile. One she just couldn’t quite contain. It was toothy and gummy and Corpse’s stomach did a thing he immediately tried to forget.

“Okay, okay,” Y/N laughed, throwing her hands up.

Corpse nearly sighed in relief.

He was still holding her hand but she didn’t say anything about it so he didn’t pull away.

“You were right,” she finally admitted. Corpse’s smirk was growing more and more. Maybe he was a little helpless as well.

“I couldn’t hear you that well. Care to tell me again?” Corpse asked then, wiggling his eyebrows. He wanted to tease her again and again, just to get a reaction out of her. Maybe he resembled a kid on the playground who was starting to think that girls weren’t icky and maybe, for once, he didn’t care.

He let it happen.

Y/N shoved at his shoulder, jostling Corpse a little in his chair. It was still soft enough to not hurt him and something about the way Y/N was, as a person, made him think that she purposefully held back. Corpse didn’t know whether to scream at the fact that people had to be careful with him or cry from the way in which she did it so effortlessly.

Corpse turned the microphone on to distract himself.

“Shut. Up.” Came Y/N’s small reply. Corpse was heard when the microphone turned back on, the easy laughter alerting everyone on the campsite.

“The serial killer will find you like this,” Y/N said but Corpse could just hear the fond amusement. It was audible as much as Corpse’s relaxed nature around Y/N was.

It was magnetic.

The campsite stayed quiet for a moment and Y/N turned in Corpse’s chair, her eyes meeting Corpse’s again. Corpse had been turned back to her already, as if pulled in by an immovable force. As much as he didn’t want to make it so obvious that there was something about Y/N that drew him in, he couldn’t stop it. He had to see her again and again and again. He had to watch her eyes flutter, had to watch Y/N tuck her hair behind her ear when she concentrated on the game.

“I don’t care.”

It came spilling out.

Helpless, once again.

Y/N was still watching Corpse, eyes big and understanding. Corpse didn’t know why they would be understanding. It wasn’t as though she felt as drawn in by him as he did by her.

The killer had popped up behind Y/N but Corpse didn’t have the willpower to tell her. Y/N’s eyes were on him and while Corpse hated being watched, hated being seen, he felt the entirety of the weight he had been carrying for so long when it was her who did the watching, her who made him feel seen.

Y/N was the first to look away.

Corpse would have thrown a tantrum if he was a lesser man.

“Oh.”

Y/N’s face scrunched up cutely as she stared at the corpse that was now lying on the ground. The chat blew up when they put two and two together, realising that she hadn’t seen it, neither of you had.

Corpse’s throat clogged.

What if Y/N figured out that…

He hadn’t figured it out himself yet, he hadn’t allowed himself to yet.

“We make it very believable,” Corpse whispered in Y/N’s ear because what else could he do? What else could he say to make it less suspicious. He couldn’t lose her as a friend, he had lost too many that way. Girls he befriended, dated, never saw again.

Not her, he could lose anyone but not her.

“What’s wrong?” Corpse asked when he realise Y/N had been sunken in thought too, her eyes downcast, face fallen again. He had done such a good job at cheering Y/N up, making her smile again, and it seems that he was the reason she was back to the lull she had been in before.

Corpse wanted to reach out, hold her, tell her it was going to be okay because he so desperately needed it himself.

He could only stare at her, wondering what he could do to make it all better, to take away the pain he didn’t know she carried until now.

There was nothing.

And as helpless as Corpse felt in his growing yet unnamed feelings for her, as helpless as he feels in not knowing what he can do to make her happy, to make her feel seen.

TAGLIST IN THE REBLOG

(follow @corpsesbabyreblogs if you want to stay notified of new fanfics of mine!)

633 notes · View notes

z-nyx · 3 years ago

Text

*𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗*࿐ 𝚗𝚘. 𝟻

PART 5 of ?: ❛ the aftermath❜

PART 1 | PREVIOUS PART

veni, vidi, verti

ava came, saw, and left again. now it's up to y/n and corpse to deal with the aftermath.

a mini part.

─── corpse x female reader ༉

─── social media au + written fic ༉

─── word count: 1k ༉

─── tw: none

author’s note: this is a mini part and will be paired with another mini-part which is from corpse's pov! get ready for some mutual pining <3 i'm sorry i haven't updated in a while, life happened unfortunately but i'm super happy to be back!

as usual: click on the images for better quality!

You couldn’t focus on Dead by Daylight and everyone, even the people watching, could tell.

“Still thinking about her?” Corpse asked, muting his microphone for the moment. “Didn’t I tell you to let it go?” His voice was soft, not accusatory. Worried almost.

You shrugged.

“I don’t know… You did and I tried but then I thought back to how embarrassed she looked and-”

“She embarrassed herself enough the last couple of streams,” Corpse mumbled, cutting you off before you could say anything sympathetic.

You laughed and leaned your head on Corpse’s shoulder. His arm was still firmly wrapped around you with no indication of it moving anywhere. You controlled the W A S D, Corpse controlled the mouse.

The way you played together was often viewable as a Youtube challenge back in the day. Two people had to work together and try not to run into anything. A difficult feat, even with communication. For some reason, you two could do it easily without saying a word.

You moved to a little cabin off the side and Corpse paused there, taking your hand into his own so you couldn’t make your character run anywhere. “Y/N, listen to me. She did this to herself and besides, I was the one who made the fanfiction comment. She will be okay, she’ll bounce back, just wait and see. I think she’ll come back even harder and try even more because people like her… They thrive on this kind of drama. She’s probably inventing some enemies to lovers plotline starring me as we speak.”

A giggle escaped your lips and when you looked back up at Corpse again, he was smiling, his eyes twinkling in the faint red glow of his setup.

“Well?”

“Okay, okay,” you laughed, throwing your hands up. Or, well, one hand. Corpse was still holding the other one. For a moment, you were taken by the size difference and you could acutely feel his rings press into your fingers. It was a goosebump-inducing cold touch and yet you welcomed it. For some reason, it made everything feel more real.

“You were right,” you finally mumbled with some difficulty since Corpse’s smirk was growing and you wanted to hit him over the head a little for being such a little shit.

“I couldn’t hear you that well. Care to tell me again?” Corpse asked, wiggling his eyebrows and this time you shoved at his shoulder, jostling him in his chair.

“Shut. Up.”

Corpse laughter was heard when the microphone turned back on, the simple joy in it echoing through the camp.

“The serial killer will find you like this,” you said but it was with fond amusement, something that was audible as much as Corpse’s joy.

It stayed quiet for a moment and you turned, your eyes meeting Corpse’s again. You wonder if he had been staring at you all along or if it was a coincidence that he looked at you the exact same moment you turned your head. The first option scared you yet excited you, the second option felt safer but unpleasant.

“I don’t care.”

Corpse said it with such conviction that you didn’t even notice that the serial killer – AKA Rae –- had popped up behind you.

Fans watched as your character was lifted into the air, legs moving back and forth as though they could still run as Rae beheaded them.

You and Corpse were too focused on each other, lost in your own little world for those few seconds.

You were the first to look away.

“Oh.”

You stared at the actual corpse that was now lying on the floor and pulled a face. It was very clear that you hadn’t even seen the animation happen and, of course, the chat went wild.

“We make it very believable,” Corpse whispered in your ear and you were broken out of the daydream again, out of the imaginary world in which these interactions between you and Corpse were real, in which Corpse meant everything he said to you.

He probably consciously turned the mic on again so that he could let his laugh sound through the stream, he probably consciously looked at you right as Rae came in so you wouldn’t notice and give this perfectly candid reaction to your character’s death, he probably consciously set everything up and faked it all.

And why would you be mad? How could you be mad when this was what you had planned all along? Make it believable for both Ava and the audience.

It worked.

Now you just have to keep this up through Ava’s revenge era that is probably coming. But you don’t know if you can. Because maybe, somewhere along the way, you wish the flirting was real. Not because you’re desperately in love with Corpse, not at all, you just want the memories you have of the touches, the sweet words, the unforgettable moments to be real.

That is all.

“What’s wrong?” Corpse asked and you’re not sure if the mic is on or not but you won’t risk it.

You shake your head.

Corpse didn’t ask again after but he kept staring at you as though you were a mystery he was set on solving. His eyes burned into the side of your face but you ignored it. If you turned to Corpse now, that lump in your throat would only grow bigger, your eyes would get more blurry, and you wouldn’t be able to speak without letting out a sob alongside your words.

You couldn’t risk it.

So you just stared straight ahead while Corpse stared at you, feeling the ground beneath you mouth and split you apart by the huge metaphorical chasm that had formed between you two.

TAGLIST (OPEN):

if your username is striked through, it means i can’t tag you!

@strawberry-moonpies

@dtftheavengers

@misfitinfinity

@gaysludge

@ceym0rules

@rexit-mo

@just-that-bi-girl

@poetnstuff

@pizza-post-sex

@golden-ghost

@mishthemess

@alilshit

@mirahg

@officiallyunofficialperson

@lilycutechu

@isimpforeveryone

@laurensxox

@sarasmismyonlydefence

@nightmarewalker

@katyasrussianaccent

@tomskookie

@notplutos

@oi-itse

@luca-is-a-pengu

@w31rdg1rl

@dragon-ace

@megalxx

@sparkletash

@tsukibaby1

@wiseandwichshark

@wisnddo

@online4suna

@angelic-blxssom

@quack-quack-snacks

@jenniystark

@yonakiomoto

@etainstreams

@its-astrotea-love

@silvertheotter

@honey-with-tea

@clubfairy

@moonlightlullaby

@dracoslittlesunflower

@the-queen-of-moons

@lukessimp

@purpledragon04

@backseat-serenade-dizzyhurricane

@wowwowbubzy

@bekahbabiestay

@xdeimos

@dreamerwasfound

@toughbook

@iamahallucination

@reallysparklychaos

@moonlightlover486

@lexy9716

@geekystranger101

@thebadasssass

@ashwontcare

@thisfanpassingby

@nappingwithyuuji

@bxby-bloom

@westyywifee

@bigdickdaddysatan

@angstyadultaries

666 notes · View notes

z-nyx · 3 years ago

Text

*𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗*࿐ 𝚗𝚘. 𝟺

PART 4 of ?: ❛ that only happens in fanfiction❜

PART 1 | PREVIOUS PART

a group stream sounds fun and innocent but not if you're playing with a certified pick-me-girl who is dead set on ruining your fake relationship. how will y/n and corpse persevere?

─── corpse x female reader ༉

─── social media au + written fic ༉

─── word count: 2.5k ༉

─── tw: mention of anxiety attack (not graphic, just y/n telling corpse how to breathe)

author's note: it's been a while! mainly because of the holidays in between and a bit of a writer's block and some personal stuff going on but i'm super excited to be back and i can't wait to write many more chapters!

as usual: click on the images for better quality!

“They’re going insane,” you laughed, watching the likes rake up after just posting the new photo of you and Corpse. “I wouldn’t be surprised if we started trending again somewhere.”

“It was your idea to meet up before they expected it,” Corpse praised you with a grin of his own, his shoulder just lightly touching yours. You were seated on the couch still, waiting until the stream was going to start. A group stream this time.

The fans had expected you two to meet up for your next stream together, in a couple of days, but instead, you had asked Corpse if you could meet sooner, incite some chaos. It perpetrated the fact that you two couldn’t live without each other, that the need to see each other went beyond just streaming.

A small suitcase stood at the corner of the couch – containing some comfortable sleepwear, an extra few sets of clothing and underwear, your ten step skin care routine, and some books to read while you were staying over at Corpse’s.

You hadn’t quite believed it when he told you to stay over – you had figured you would just be there and go home again and then come back a few days later to keep up the appearance of you having stayed over. There haven’t been many people who Corpse had allowed to sleep at his place. You figured that despite the arrangement you had going on, you two weren’t close enough for sleepovers. The texts you had received had filled you to the brim with excitement, sure, but was this just something out of convenience for Corpse? Did he invite you just to keep the arrangement realistic?

Yet Corpse had bought snacks that he couldn’t possibly eat himself with his physical conditions and you realised he was as excited about this as you are.

Perhaps you were both a little lonely.

“Maybe we can watch some movies after to wind down,” you suggested, eyeing Corpse’s shaking leg. You wanted to put your hand on it, stop the shaking, if only because it was starting to make you nervous as well.

You knew that Corpse didn’t fare too well before a stream – more like losing his shit – and yet you weren’t fully prepared for the ball of nervousness that Corpse embodied.

“Breathe,” you tell him, uncertain what to do. You have your fair share of experiences with anxiety and yet seeing someone else go through the same things you go through, it makes you see things in a different light. Suddenly, you are not the person being taken care of and helped, you are the one doing the helping. It’s scary and for a moment you realise how scary it must be for others to see you like this.

“Can I touch you?”

Corpse nods, only once. The way he moves his head is almost mechanical – one short nod, his head hanging a little after as though the strings holding him up were cut loose.

Your hand extends to him and you make sure to rub his back in the softest way you could. You didn’t also want to hurt him. “Breathe in to the count of four, hold for seven, then breathe out for eight.”

You gently place your finger on Corpse’s chin, silently asking him to look at you. “Do it with me please.”

The way you breathed was exaggerated to show Corpse how to follow your lead and it felt silly for a moment but it worked, Corpse’s frantic breathing slowed, and you quickly forgot about how stupid it must look to him. “Thank you,” Corpse finally croaked out, his low and now hoarse voice sending shivers over your entire body big enough to make goosebumps appear.

“I’m making you tea,” you said in your no-bullshit voice, pointing at Corpse warningly. Don’t you dare try to say no or not drink the whole thing or so help me, your eyes read.

You came back from the kitchen with tea, two bottles of water, and some cut up fruit – all balanced precariously on a too small tray. “I shouldn’t ever try to work in a restaurant,” you laughed as you carried the tray over to Corpse’s streaming room/office/music room – that particular room housed a lot of Corpse’s passions in one. “I think I would be fired within seconds.”

“You didn’t drop anything!” Corpse said, a small smile playing on his lips. It was good to see him happy again. He looked less shaky too and you liked to think that it was partially your doing.

“Not yet.”

Somehow, you safely made it and put the tray down, only spilling a little bit of tea which was a huge accomplishment in and of itself.

Corpse turned down the lights in the streaming room until only a red glow remained, a whole different vibe from your own purple one. A chair was placed next to Corpse’s own, the settings a bit higher so you could be at the same height as Corpse was. The computer was still on snooze but Corpse’s ring-clad finger hovered over the turn on button.

“Are you ready?”

“We’re late again,” Corpse said apologetically as the stream started. “It’s Y/N’s fault this time, though. She couldn’t keep her hands off of m-”

“HEY!” you exclaimed with a laugh. “It was the other way around, don’t let Corpse fool you.”

Neither of you mention the anxiety attack and neither of you think too hard about what it would really be like if it was the truth and you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. That was a line to not cross, to never cross, no matter what.

The rule was set in place after all.

Your eyes fall onto Corpse’s hands – the rings that adorned his fingers as he moved them restlessly, the bracelets around his wrists that his fans had sent out at one point or another.

You imagine what that hand would feel like holding yours for real, what it would be like to watch his hand trail down your arm…

You shook yourself out of the daydream with a small flush, ignoring Corpse’s questioning gaze.

The chat was still going insane. They had known already that you were reunited again but some didn’t check social media that often and others cannot believe that it is real, thinking it had been some sort of stunt to get yourselves trending.

Yet here you were, right next to each other, flirting in real life which everyone knows is harder than doing it over the internet where there are no consequences.

It was different to not have a camera pointed at your face – different, but not unpleasant. This is what it must be like to not have to worry about the way you look, or the way you present yourself. This is what it must be like to just focus on gaming because that is what people are watching you for; just the gaming, not your face.

You knew you were pretty, that was not something you doubted anymore. You used to but that time has long since passed. A certain amount of confidence was needed to survive the internet if you showed your face there and that is what you had decided to build on ever since you first turned on the camera.

It’s fun to see people use your face as their icon, or to watch the edits people make of you with badass music underneath it to set a certain mood. However, there is always a part of your brain that is just on when you have a camera following your every move. You’re more conscious of everything you do – of every flick of hair, of every blink.

It’s exhausting.

“We’re playing Dead by Daylight today!” you cheered, smiling brightly at Corpse when he shook his head with fond exasperation.

“Do you really hate Among Us that much?”

You raised an eyebrow at Corpse. “Don’t you? We overplayed that game so much. I cannot hear the words: sus, vote, electric, and imposter anymore.”

Corpse laughed and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. He bent you both forward to the mic more and you knew what was coming before it even happened but it still made your cheeks feel heated.

A kiss was pressed to your cheek, audible over the microphone just as Corpse wanted because the chat picked up on it and went insane again. “Good job,” you mouthed at Corpse who smirked back. “I know.”

UHOH AVA JOINED

this is gonna be… something for sure

Watch her getting pissed because y/nhusband are in love

“Oh wow,” Ava said as she joined in, presumably reading the chat as she caught up on the chaos that happened before. It would surprise you if Corpse’s fans, or your fans for that matter, had joined her stream to tell her exactly what happened.

“Oh wow?” you asked, having absolutely no regard for the consequences of repeating those two little words.

Ava didn’t say anything for a moment. You tummy knotted together in anticipation.

“Didn’t think you two were still together. Thought Corpse would be tired of you by now, if this is real after all.”

Your mouth dropped open.

She had gone from pick-me to mean real quick and you had no idea how to handle this. Sure, you could deal with negativity from fans, but to deal with a fellow streamer who was this mean-spirited towards you? You had no experience with that.

Luckily, Corpse was just as affronted and, him being Corpse, immediately opened his mouth to say something.

“Do not talk to my girlfriend like that again,” Corpse said, his voice icy and almost dangerous. “She is the realest thing in my life right now and I would never grow tired of her. Ever.”

You turned your head to stare at Corpse in awe, wanting to congratulate him on his acting skill but he looked truly pissed. His face was a little red, the vein in his neck pulsing. You felt warm that he cared so much but you also didn’t know what to do with yourself now.

“Just because you’re jealous, Ava, doesn’t mean you have to bring other people down.”

Rae and Jack loaded in not long after. It was a 4 v 1 game but since you and Corpse played together, you could squeeze in one more person in your place. You wished it hadn’t been Ava of all people. Corpse, you, Jack, Rae, you were all close, a tight knit group who often played together. You didn’t have a cool group name yet but it wouldn’t take long before a decision was made. Fanart was already spreading over the internet of the four of you. It made you feel warm that people could feel the friendship you had found with people who you didn’t even think would notice your existence.

“How did you get together then?” Ava asked, a bit of amusement in her voice. It wasn’t happy amusement, though, or fond amusement – it was something mocking, as though you would scramble to make something up now.

But you had prepared for this after a long night with Corpse on a Discord call to try and figure out what the most believable story would be.

“We were close friends already because of streaming, decided to meet up for the first time, one thing led to another, here we are,” you say simply. Lying is never effective if you tell too many details.

Ava made a small sound of disbelief. “Who made the first move?”

“I did, of course,” Corpse said with a smirk. You hit him in the arm softly.

“Of course?” you mouthed at him, which only made his smirk widen.

Corpse cleared his throat and pulled you a little closer. There was no camera, no mic would pick up a bit of rustling from clothing being moved, and yet Corpse pulled you closer with a comfortable arm around your shoulders. Perhaps it was an apology… No, it was certainly just an apology for being a bit of a dick.

“Y/N came to my place and I was nervous as hell the entire time because she’s even prettier in real life. I already had a crush on her from streaming because, you know. It’s Y/N. So, yeah, we were chilling, watching some anime, and I kissed her.”

Ava was seething, I could feel it even through the screen. Rae and Jack were quiet too, probably shocked by the audacity of this girl. “I don’t believe it!”

Corpse looked like he was about to burst into laughter. “Ehm, why not?”

“You can’t have just kissed her!”

Ouch?

You took over the mouse quietly and looked up Ava’s stream as she was raging, wanting to see this madness unfold yourself. Ava took a deep breath, seemingly thinking about something, before she looked completely self-satisfied. “You can’t have kissed her. You wear a mask.”

This time Corpse really did burst into laughter, hitting his desk as his eyes shone with mirth. You had heard this laughing fit before over stream but to see it happen right in front of you made it more real somehow. The corners of your lips twitched too.

“That…” Corpse laughed again, wiping the tears from his eyes. “That is something that only happens in fanfiction, AVAlanche.”

You bit your lip to not burst into a laughing fit as well at the thought of Ava being so jealous that she reads fanfiction about Corpse to insert herself in your position.

Ava froze for a moment and ended the stream abruptly. You felt a pang of compassion in your chest. This is not something you had wanted to happen and you truly did feel bad for her.

“She was mean to you,” Corpse told you quietly. “This is her own doing, don’t blame this on yourself.”

How does Corpse always know what you’re thinking right as you’re thinking it?

“Okay…” Rae finally piped up. “That was…”

“Something…” Jack finished, the both of them very much too stunned to speak.

“Shall I text Sykkuno?” Rae finally asked slowly, unsure what to do in this situation too. “I’m not sure if she will come back… To this stream anyways.”

“Ask Sykkuno,” Corpse said, poking your cheek softly until you were looking at him. “Let’s make this a fun stream,” he added, more to you than to the others. He was silently telling you to let it go, that you couldn’t have done anything to prevent this.

You sighed and finally mustered up a smile.

“Yeah, let’s have fun.”

TAGLIST (OPEN):

if your username is striked through, it means i can't tag you!

@strawberry-moonpies @dtftheavengers @misfitinfinity

@gaysludge @ceym0rules @rexit-mo @just-that-bi-girl

@poetnstuff @pizza-post-sex @golden-ghost

@mishthemess @alilshit @mirahg @officiallyunofficialperson

@lilycutechu @isimpforeveryone @laurensxox

@katyasrussianaccent @sarasmismyonlydefence

@nightmarewalker @tomskookie @notplutos @oi-itse

@luca-is-a-pengu @w31rdg1rl @dragon-ace @megalxx

@sparkletash @tsukibaby1 @wiseandwichshark

@wisnndo @online4suna @angelic-blxssom @quack-quack-snacks

@jenniystark @yonakiomoto @etainstreams @its-astrotea-love

@silvertheotter @honey-with-tea @clubfairy

923 notes · View notes

z-nyx · 3 years ago

Text

*𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗*࿐ 𝚗𝚘. 𝟹

PART 3 of ?: ❛ trying for a baby in the sims ❜

PART 1 | PREVIOUS PART

corpse and y/n play the sims, a long-awaited stream by both fans and haters. will they be able to pull through with the fake-dating scheme or will it all crumble before them?

─── corpse x female reader ༉

─── social media au + written fic ༉

─── word count: 2.5k ༉

─── possible triggers: mention of pregnancy in the sims not real life!

author's note: thank you all for your incredible patience! i know it has only been a week or so but i wish i could have brought out a new chapter sooner. christmas time is the busiest time of the year at my work and we went into full lockdown so i have been super busy but those days are past me thankfully! i can't wait to keep writing this fic <3

also: click on the images for better quality. tumblr cuts them off sometimes.

“Whaddup, baby?”

You broke out into giggles despite yourself, leaning back into your gaming chair as you balanced yourself onto your desk with your legs. It may not have been the most stable position to be in but it was the most comfortable.

“That doesn’t work on me,” you replied cheekily, though, you weren’t quite immune to Corpse’s charm either. There was something about his easy flirting, the natural charm that oozed from his aura that turned you soft just like everyone else. It was his leo-ness, you assumed, that made him so disarmingly attractive. You had seen him before, multiple times now, but somewhere you had always known that he was something to behold.

Corpse laughed, a raspy little sound that had you pouting. “Drink some tea or I won’t talk with you anymore.”

A sigh sounded from the other side and Corpse broke the call for a moment, only to call you again seconds later.

“Did I make you mad?” you asked carefully. Heavy boots met wood, the boards creaking underneath Corpse’s feet. “I just… I care a lot and I don’t want-”

“Y/N,” Corpse interrupted, his voice gentle now despite the rough edge. You eased back into your gaming chair, the hold you had on the pillow in your lap faltering a little again. “I just moved the call to my phone. I don’t think you could ever do anything that would make me mad enough to just hang up on you.”

You smiled a little to yourself, twisting the cord of your headphone around your finger. “Really?”

“Really.”

A kettle went off then and you could hear water being poured. You kept quiet, not wanting to scare Corpse with your voice and have him accidentally burn himself with hot water.

“The fake-dating thing… Do you still feel comfy with it? I mean, not to say that I don’t. It’s just that we’re going to stream a little in a bit and it’s nerve-wracking.”

“Hmhm.”

“Since we have to pretend we’re dating on stream and we have to actually act like a couple and we have never acted like a couple before.”

You could just feel Corpse smirking on the other end of the call. “Are you asking me to practise with you?”

You sputtered, immediately heavily protesting while Corpse laughed in the background.

“Aren’t you nervous?!”

A pause.

“Maybe a little,” Corpse admitted then, his voice more mellow than before. “I can call you baby and be done with it but I don’t think we’ll be off the hook so easily. We need Ava and especially her fans to believe that we’re truly dating.” Corpse paused. “Practising is awkward as hell, though. I’m not doing that.”

You nod to yourself, opening up the shared calendar you have with a couple of streamers. Your organised self came up with the idea, just to make sure everybody knew when streams were planned to avoid any gaps in the lobbies you had with Among Us. You have all diverged to other games as well now but it still proves to be helpful.

With a sigh, you share a screenshot with Corpse. “Next stream with her is in a few days. Dead by Daylight. Who even invited her?!”

“Not me,” Corpse grumbled, his footsteps accompanying the sorrowful silence that fell after. “I don’t know why she even got this attached to me.”

“You’re nice,” you immediately answer, hating it when Corpse got insecure and spoke badly about himself. “And charming and she figured that you were a good person to try and impress. You’re popular too so-”

“Wait.”

“So, maybe she is trying this for fame or because everyone wants to be with you so she is looking for your validation, as with all pick me girls and-”

“Wait.”

Your mouth snapped shut. “What?”

“Did you just call me charming?”

You let your head fall back with a groaning, hating the smugness in Corpse’s voice as he uttered ‘charming’. “Is that seriously the only thing you focused on? Did you even hear anything after that?”

“Nope,” Corpse said, popping the P. “Just you calling me charming and… What was it? Something about everyone wanting to be with me? Does that include you, sweetheart?”

“Thought you said no to practising,” you mumbled, trying to will the blush to fade from your cheeks again.

“Who said I was practising?”

The silence that fell then wasn’t a comfortable one, but it wasn’t awkward either. It was charged with something and you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“Stream?” you squeaked out before you could over-romanticise the situation and fuck yourself over completely. “I think we’re supposed to start in 10.”

Corpse kept silent for a moment longer and you almost said something else, just to fill it. Something stupid most likely that would get yourself into trouble. You were friends, always have been from the moment you first streamed together but those charged quiet moments filled with tension that you couldn’t explain away sometimes had you wondering if friendship was the right word to describe your relationship. And yet, perhaps you were just being swept into the moment, into the fantasy you’re both putting up.

Sometimes you could still feel Corpse’s hand in your own, the only time his hand had been in yours, as the photo was snapped to announce your ‘relationship’.

“Sure, let’s stream,” Corpse finally said.

It sounded like a threat and a promise in one.

The soft lights of your monitor and various little lamps cascaded you in purples. You liked your setup, had spent so much time on putting something together that fit you and your aesthetic, though, with your indecisive nature, you didn’t rule out the possibility of changing everything up again out of the blue.

You took a deep breath as you pressed the start streaming button, a genuine smile on your face when people immediately started pouring in.

“Hi everyone!” You said excitedly, waving at the camera. “It’s so fun to see that so many people wanted to join in today. It’s a bit of a mix between a chill stream and a whole lot of chaos. Basically a mix of Corpse and I.”

Your baby!

One comment in the chat read. You laughed a little awkwardly. “Ehm, don’t think it’s time for that just yet…”

“What is it not time for?”

You had seen some videos of people getting jumpscared by Corpse suddenly coming into a call but quite the opposite was the case for you. Instead of being scared, you immediately relaxed a little, leaning back into your chair with ease. It didn’t go unnoticed by viewers who immediately spammed the chat with love hearts.

“A baby,” you replied with a laugh. “I’m not ready to push out a whole child yet.”

Corpse laughed, most likely shaking his head at your boldness. “I’m not ready for you to push out a whole child yet either. Let’s wait a few years, then we’ll see.”

'A few years…'

You couldn’t fake-date for a couple of years, that wasn’t possible. You would both probably be with other people in a couple of years, but to have that imagery now of actually being this close with Corpse still in years time, whatever that relationship may be…

she is blushing and smiling awwww

OMG THEY’RE SO CUTE

You can’t tell me that this isn’t real come on

god when is it my turn?

You giggled at the comments, rubbing your heated cheeks a little before focusing back on starting up the game in the first place.

“C-” You bit your lip for a moment. “Babe, can you help me set up a world for us?”

The chat went crazy again, both about your hesitation and the pet name, the comments conflicting between ‘they’re so adorable’ and ‘why did she have to remind herself to call him babe?’

“Sorry,” you quickly said, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to diverge from the slip up. “I keep forgetting we don’t have to hide anymore. Once I press stream I’m just in friendship-mode.”

“‘S okay, baby. I have to get used to it too.”

Bless Corpse for being so perceptive and bless his acting skills for sounding so damn convincing. Even you swooned a little from the words, from how soothing he sounded when he said it. Anybody would be lucky to have him and for this brief period of time, you got to experience it first-hand.

You quickly set up a world together – you controlling the mouse and Corpse giving vague directions that you try to follow.

“This is already a mess,” you laughed, finally clicking on the character creation menu. “Do you think you can make me without looking at my screen?” you ask then, quickly covering your camera. “Wanna see if you actually pay attention to me.”

Corpse let out an amused laugh, though you could tell he was definitely up for the challenge. “I’ll tell you what to click.”

With every order Corpse gave you, with every click of the mouse that followed, it truly started to become you.

“The freckle you have there is a little higher,” Corpse mumbled, your eyebrows shooting up because… It was true. Corpse had definitely paid more attention to the way you looked than you gave him credit for. You didn’t think you were much to look at – especially not compared to the hordes of women Corpse could get instead of you, but it was flattering all the same.

“Wanna make sure you look as beautiful in the Sims as you do in real life.”

The chat froze for a moment, something that had never happened before.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, pressing your face in your hands for a moment. “I wish I could make you as handsome as you are… But we’re going with a mask for you I think. There should be a bunny one…”

You heard Corpse fluster then, hitting his hand accidentally on the table at your words.

“Did you just-”

“Handsomest man on the planet,” you replied with a grin. “Don’t like it when the tables are turned on you, huh? Guess I should just keep complimenting you.”

Everything was fun and easy with Corpse. Talking to him was never awkward and you wondered why you ever doubted that you two could do this. You didn’t even have to think about flirting with him, it came as naturally as breathing.

You made Corpse to the best of your abilities, including the curly hair and bunny mask, along with the lowest voice you could find, comically low on the Sims, and an outfit that Corpse would probably wear if he had to choose. Not many Sims outfits were within the E-Boy vicinity but you tried and at least Corpse was happy with it.

“What do you think about just giving us a house and observing what we do?” Corpse asked, slowly getting excited. “What if we do some crazy shit?”

“You make it sound like we’re going bungee-jumping,” you giggled, setting up a rather basic house with the small amount of money you had. “You can’t do that in the Sims, my love.”

It was silent on the other end for a heartbeat.

“That’s the cutest fucking pet name you have for me.”

“Awww!” you cooed. “You’re so adorable. I can’t believe you would show your soft side on stream like this. You’re exposed now, Mr. Husband.”

“You make me forget I’m streaming,” Corpse replied. There was something about the way he said it, with such conviction, with such a serious tone, it made you believe that he didn’t mean for that to be just for the fake-dating.

“You make me forget too,” you said honestly, swirling your chair around a little, feeling almost shy admitting this to Corpse.

For a moment you just sat there and smiled, imagining that Corpse was doing the same, before you continued with the stream, promptly ignoring the Twitter notifications on your phone and the number of people screaming in chat increasing.

You placed your Sims characters into the world then and watched them stare at the house for a moment. “So much chaos,” you mumbled jokingly.

Corpse huffed back. “You don’t know what they’re up to yet. Maybe they’ll rob a bank or fly to the moon.”

“That last thing is actually a possibility.” Silence. “You really didn’t play the Sims a lot, huh? I have so much to teach you.”

“I could be into a teacher,” Corpse replied, a smirk audible in his voice.

“CORPSE!” you yelled then, making your Sim start a fight with Corpse’s just so he could be safely punched in the face, as he deserved. “YOU’RE SUCH A LITTLE SHIT.”

Corpse was laughing so hard that he started banging his fist on the table while gasping for air.

“Now we won’t see what they would have done,” Corpse said, still wheezing a little bit with laughter.

“Oh,” you mumbled with a pout. “Oh, no. I messed it up!”

Corpse immediately seemed to sober up. “It’s okay. Just make them make up for the fight and it will be all good again!”

You did as Corpse instructed and watched with relief as the green bar went up again.

They went their own way then, showering and napping for a bit – the boring stuff which was exactly what you were both not looking for. Instead, you and Corpse went around the house then, leaving your Sims to do their business while you tried to make the house more like a home.

“The blue carpet or the re-”

Your eyes widened when you spotted something in the far right corner and immediately moved your mouse to the side.

“WHY ARE WE MAKING OUT?”

“We’re a couple,” Corpse said easily, not seeming the least bit surprised.

“IN REAL LIFE!” you shouted in disbelief. “WE ONLY JUST MET ON THE SIMS!”

You both watched then as your Sim personas flirted more and more until…

“We’re having sex,” you stated plainly, a small smile tugging at your lips when Corpse burst into loud laughter again.

Your mouse hovered over the action and… Oh… Oh no…

“Ehm… Remember when we talked about babies…?”

Corpse’s laughter immediately paused. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope, they are fully trying for a baby.”

More silence and then…

You both broke into laughter, tears glistening in your eyes as you threw your head back in helpless giggles. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Let’s find out next stream if you’re pregnant or not, I guess?” Corpse added with a laugh of his own.

“Yes!” you immediately replied. “Let’s wait for the next stream to find out. Maybe I can come to yours then? Then we can both control the mouse.”

“It’s a date,” Corpse said with no hesitation. You felt nothing short of honoured to know that Corpse was comfortable with you being in his house, with you invading into the privacy that he so desperately craved. Though, perhaps it didn’t feel like an invasion to him.

Perhaps he truly liked having you there.

It’s a date.

⸻

TAGLIST IS OPEN! - strikethrough means i couldn't tag you :(

@strawberry-moonpies @dtftheavengers @misfitinfinity

@gaysludge @ceym0rules @rexit-mo @just-that-bi-girl @poetnstuff

@pizza-post-sex @golden-ghost @mishthemess @alilshit

@mirahg @officiallyunofficialperson @lilycutechu

@isimpforeveryone @laurensxox @katyasrussianaccent

@sarasmismyonlydefence @nightmarewalker @tomskookie

@notplutos @oi-itse @luca-is-a-pengu @w31rdg1rl

@dragon-ace @megalxx @sparkletash

1K notes · View notes

z-nyx · 3 years ago

Text

* * 　　　 ⊹ ˚ . 　　.* * 　　　 ⊹ ˚ . 　　.* * 　　　 ⊹ ˚ . 　　.

when corpse is finally fed up with a streamer named AVAlanche who will not stop flirting with him, he asks for your help to get rid of her. what’s starts as a simple fake dating set-up to try and shake her off, proves to be a lot more difficult as you ensnare yourselves more in the lie that starts to act more like a truth. where do you draw the line? how much can you take before you fall? find it out in according to plan.

* * 　　　 ⊹ ˚ . 　　.* * 　　　 ⊹ ˚ . 　　.* * 　　　 ⊹ ˚ . 　　.

─── corpse x female reader ༉

─── social media au + written fic ༉

─── little to no tws, check every chapter individually

─── in progress, taglist open

* * 　　　 ⊹ ˚ . 　　.* * 　　　 ⊹ ˚ . 　　.* * 　　　 ⊹ ˚ . 　　.

PART 1: ❛ date me? ❜

PART 2: ❛ corpse and y/n’s list of fake dating Rules ❜

PART 3: ❛ trying for a baby in the sims ❜

PART 4: ❛ that only happens in fanfiction❜

PART 5: ❛ the aftermath❜ (mini-chapter)

PART 5,5: ❛ corpse's pov❜

1K notes · View notes

z-nyx · 3 years ago

Text

*𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗*࿐ 𝚗𝚘. 𝟷

PART 1 of ?: ❛ date me? ❜

NEXT PART

when corpse is finally fed up with a streamer named AVAlanche who will not stop flirting with him, he asks for your help to get rid of her. what's starts as a simple fake dating set-up to try and shake her off, proves to be a lot more difficult as you ensnare yourselves more in the lie that starts to act more like a truth. where do you draw the line? how much can you take before you fall? find it out in according to plan.

─── corpse x female reader ༉

─── social media au + written fic ༉

─── word count: 2.5k ༉

author's note: welcome to my very first social media au + fanfic! i'm super excited to start this journey! i hope you will like reading it as much as i loved writing this! i will update every couple of days but if you want to be notified when i upload, you can send me an ask, reply, or dm and i'll put you on the taglist!

“Corpsie!”

You rolled your eyes at the mere grating sound of her voice filtering through your headphones. Adjusting the cat ears on your headphones so the camera wouldn’t record your annoyance seemed like a great idea but you couldn’t contain a groan when she spoke again and it was very much picked up on by the audience.

y/n is so done with this shit already

Can you blame her? I would be done too!

corpse seems annoyed too

“We’re forming a team right?”

“Ehm, this is Among Us. We don’t get to choose,” Corpse’s low voice came through, soothing all of your annoyance until you were mellow again, twirling subconsciously on your gaming chair.

A fake laugh rang and you flinched back a little, trying your hardest not to say something mean that would get you cancelled by her fans on Twitter.

“Bro, you’re so mean, oh my god. Why wouldn’t you want me on your team? I’m better than the other girls.”

Now it was your time to laugh.

Everybody knew that you excelled in playing Among Us. It was one of the few video games that you were actually amazing at.

You had started as more of a chill streamer, playing Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley, doing some talking streams and editing streams too so you could spend more time with the people who watched you. ‘Fans’ was a word you rarely used even though the people following you were your fans. They used your name for their usernames on Twitter after all.

And yet, because the vibes of your streams were so chill, the audience were too so there wasn’t much of a separation between you and who watched you, something you worked very hard on keeping intact despite the growing popularity of your channel.

The moment you had streamed with the popular Among Us players, your follower count had doubled and your viewer count tripled.

It was scary to suddenly have so many people watching you, tracking your every move. One wrong word, one wrong move, and you would be blasted on Twitter.

Perhaps that is why you struck up a quick friendship with none other than Corpse Husband himself, the prime example of blowing up on the internet and how much it could strain you as a content creator, as a person.

You never treated him like he was anything but another human being with his own thoughts and feelings, rather than a streaming god who could do no wrong, who was untouchable. Many nights were spent talking about the pressure it put on the both of you to be seen as someone to look up to, to never know who your friends are and if they only want to hang around you because of fame or popularity, to always be in the spotlight and never have a moment that is your own unless you stay cooped up at home.

There were shippers, many of them.

Shipping accounts with the combination of your names, art, fanfics, the whole bunch. It was strange to see but flattering in a way too. You never thought you were interesting enough to even make something for, to serve as inspiration for someone else’s creative outlets.

Neither of you stopped them, it was quite funny to see after all and the pieces that were born out of the love for the friendship you two had, were beautiful.

On the other, perhaps darker, side of the internet, were fans of AVAlanche.

Now, you liked girls, loved girls even. Rae was your other best friend, maybe even triumphed over Corpse since you lived with her and Rae put up with a lot of your shit. You had a whole friendship group of only girls who you regularly hung out with. You supported girls, as every girl should, and there was no jealousy or animosity with any of the other female streamers.

But Ava got under your skin the first time she joined the group for a few rounds of Among Us and she hadn’t gotten out ever since.

“I look so bad today, nobody watch my stream, okay?” Ava said, obviously fishing for a compliment.

It wasn’t so much the asking for attention or the constant flirting with the guys from the group. The seeking of male validation was something you could understand to a degree, that is what society told women they should do. It was the constant putting down of other girls that got your blood boiling until it threatened to overflow.

Ava piped up again then and you could just hear Corpse’s low grumbling from the other side right before he was muted again. “At least I don’t cake my face with makeup. I like to keep it natural.”

“What’s wrong with wearing makeup, Ava?” You asked, your voice biting. “I think that people can wear whatever they want.”

You glanced at the mirror on your desk insecurely, wiping the bits of fallen mascara away from under your eyes.

Fuck her for making me feel insecure about wearing stupid face-paint.

‘IMPOSTER’ you saw flashing by right before the round started. You should’ve paid more attention to the game and the stream in general but you had been playing Among Us for so long by that point, it came as second nature to you.

“Ah, so we’re a team,” you teased as Corpse ran past you a couple of times. “I hope it’s not a disappointment to have me by your side instead of-”

“Why would it be?” Corpse immediately asked before you could even utter her name. “I’m with the best Among Us player after all.”

“Of the women.”

“Of everyone.”

You smirked and booped your character into Corpse’s. “You flirt,” you said with a laugh, laughing harder when Corpse booped you right back. “You know exactly what to say in every situation, don’t you?”

“Nah,” Corpse said. You could hear the faint swishing of hair brushing against headphones. You tried not to think about what Corpse looked like – it didn’t matter after all. But in times like these, you could almost picture him sitting there, shaking his head in faint amusement at your antics.

“It just comes easy with you.”

You flushed a little, something you knew would be all over Twitter right about now.

But how could one not get flustered when Corpse complimented them like that, when anyone said the romance novel shit that Corpse uttered to you alone.

You were friends, and yet something you wondered…

No, you two were platonic, always have been, always will be. You just liked to flirt sometimes, the same way you liked to flirt with others and Corpse liked to flirt with others as well. It just came a bit more natural with him, perhaps because he was a natural flirt himself. That was the reason, what else could it be?

“Let’s incite some chaos,” Corpse said and you could just hear the smirk in his voice. “Wanna speedrun this?”

You grinned yourself then, a competitive glint in your eyes that could even pick up on the viewfinder. “How else would we do this? A killing spree is of the order, Corpsie.”

“Fuck off,” Corpse laughed, and then you were off.

Speedrunning is something you mostly did with Rae. You two became the queens of killing people before the first meeting was even called. The moment you pulled it off the first time, it wasn’t a question of if you could pull it off but how fast you could do it. The speedruns became a timed event and everything was set on beating the previous time.

With Corpse, it wasn’t as serious but still a whole lot of fun.

“Duo kill on three,” Corpse stage-whispered.

You rolled your eyes – fondly this time.

“They can literally hear you!” you exclaimed, watching as Corpse killed Karl while you quickly offed Jack at the same time. “Oh. My. God.”

Corpse laughed maniacally. “Now it doesn’t matter anymore that they heard.”

“You incite anxiety, not chaos, asshole.”

“You know you love me,” Corpse shot back proudly, already in search of the next victim.

“XOXO, Gossip Girl,” you couldn’t help but mutter, giggling at the stunned silence. “Don’t tell me you have never seen Gossip Girl. What is wrong with you?”

Corpse ran a quick circle around you. “Maybe I should watch it with you sometimes.”

“Is the Corpse Underscore Husband asking me on a date?” you asked dramatically, clutching your heart with one hand. You gasped, another hand to your forehead as you sank in your chair, pretending to faint. “Yes, absolutely yes!”

“Wow, could you be any more of a drama queen?” interrupted the voice of none other than Ava. The light and flirty air immediately dissipated with her arrival and you never wanted to punch someone through the screen as badly as you did now. “Girls are all the same.”

“You literally identify as a woman,” You shot back, moving your character closer to her. “So what is your point?”

Ava laughed a haughty laugh and walked right past you to get to Corpse’s side. “I’m not like you other girls. I’m cool. Right, Corpsie?”

Corpse killed Ava without a word, right as Rae walked past.

“I’m not saying anything!” Rae exclaimed quickly so she wouldn’t be assassinated on the spot too. “Babushka and all that, right, guys? Guys?”

Your mouth was still hanging open as you stared at the dead body of Ava next to Corpse before you snapped out of it and turned to Rae. “Yeah, you can join us! You’ll be the final girl, the last survivor of the massacre. Main character energy.”

With Rae’s… ‘help’... aka, screaming Babushka at any given moment and you and Corpse rushing to kill the person before they could run and scream bloody murder, you speedran the rest of the round.

You actually managed to get through the entirety of the crew, minus Rae, without having to lie through a meeting first.

“Why did you kill me?” Ava asked, her voice high and shrill before she cleared her throat and forced it to be lower again. “I thought I was one of the guys. You can’t kill your bros.”

“Jesus fuck,” Corpse cursed under his breath. “I’m not even gonna get into that… Let’s start up another round.”

More rounds indeed followed with Ava following Corpse around, her newest victim as you liked to call him, and you trying very hard not to either perish from annoyance or pull a muscle laughing at Corpse’s grumbling.

At first, Corpse had entertained her, weeks ago when she first joined, figuring that she would back off at some point but nothing seemed less true. If anything, she had latched onto him even more, inseparable but only from one side.

The stream finally ended and you hung back a little to scroll through Twitter before a notification came in.

“It’s been a long time, Mr. Husband,” you smiled, spinning your gaming chair from left to right and back. “Why did you want to call so badly? Did something happen?”

“Just wanted to talk to you for a bit longer,” Corpse mumbled back. You could immediately tell the difference between Corpse on stream and Corpse in real life. What many fans of streamers didn’t realise is that even though they were often true to themselves, they did alter parts of them for entertainment value. Like Corpse. He was much more low energy in real life than he was on stream. No excited yelling, no excessive cursing. Corpse was Corpse Husband on stream but just Corpse in their late-night conversations.

He wasn’t more or less, he just was.

Different and the same.

You looked at Corpse’s icon for a little, watching it blink as he sighed. “Something is bothering you.”

“Someone is bothering me,” Corpse replied with a tired laugh.

“Ava.”

Corpse didn’t deny it so you knew that you were right.

“She’s sticking to me and no matter how much I sigh or ignore her, she won’t go away. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

You almost laughed at the sheer desperation in Corpse’s voice. “Want me to chase her off with a broomstick?”

“If you could…”

It stayed quiet on the other end for a moment but you didn’t mind too much. Silent lulls in the conversations were never uncomfortable with Corpse.

The darkness of the night had made its appearance already so you were just basking in the purple lights of your setup. You shivered slightly at the coldness and grabbed a blanket from under your desk. You kept blankets there now in case Corpse called because usually, the conversations would last long enough for the clock to hit AM again.

“Couldn’t you… chase her off in some way?”

You laughed a little deliriously. The fatigue of the streaming and the lateness of the evening was settling into your bones. It made you more susceptible to find everything funny, to say yes to things you normally wouldn’t say yes to.

“How am I supposed to do that?” you asked, curiously. “You’re always so vague, Corpse. I can tell there is something brewing in that chaotic mind of yours so… spit it out.”

“Date me.”

The silence that stretched on then wasn’t the usual comfortable kind. It was heavy and pressing. You could feel the silence thrumming loudly in your ears.

“What?” was all you could utter.

Corpse was quick to scramble back. “I didn’t mean… Fuck. I didn’t say that in the most subtle way… Ehm…”

An expectant silence fell again.

You were starting to get tired of these silences.

It took Corpse a while to get his thoughts in order, yet you waited patiently, playing with the plushie that had quickly become your mascot. A little white bunny with pink accents. It matched Corpse’s but in a completely opposite kind of way. You had it before Corpse even blew up but not many seemed to realise that. Instead, people often used it for fanart – two bunnies in love.

“I meant: date me but not really.”

You giggled, unable to stop for a moment. “Tell me you’re not suggesting fake-dating as if we’re at the start of one of those slowburn romantic fanfics.”

“So you do read them,” came Corpse’s triumphant reply. You could just picture a smirk tugging at his lips. The smug bastard.

“This sounds like an insanely bad idea,” you countered, gnawing a little on your bottom lip, something you often did when you felt unsure or anxious. “It sounds like absolute chaos.”

Corpse laughed himself then, a low and rumbling sound. “I like chaos.”

A heart beat passed.

“So? What do you say, Y/N? Wanna date me?”

2K notes · View notes

z-nyx · 3 years ago

Text

*𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗*࿐ 𝚗𝚘. 𝟸

PART 2 of ?: ❛ Corpse and Y/N’s List of Fake Dating Rules ❜

fake dating isn't as easy as it seems. there is more behind it than mere tweets and posing for a camera to capture the shadows of you holding hands. it requires boundaries, rules. welcome to the aftermath of the dating announcement.

─── corpse x female reader ༉

─── social media au + written fic ༉

─── word count: 1.5k ༉

author's note: i genuinely cannot believe how much love i have received for the first part! it make me so happy that i'm writing something that people enjoy. thank you for being so kind and wanting to join the taglist! the taglist will remain open for as long as i upload this fic/smau so don't worry about asking to be added <3 have fun reading!

also: click on the images for better quality. tumblr cuts them off sometimes. i also added image descriptions to the rules list!

“Jesus Christ,” you mumbled, staring down at your screen in disbelief. “Have you seen this?”

Corpse came back smirking, two cups of steaming hot tea in his hands. The rings on his fingers glinted in the sunlight. “It’s chaos on the bird app. I like it.”

“Of course you do.”

You shook your head at Corpse with faint amusement, curling up a little more on the very comfortable couch in Corpse’s living room.

The apartment wasn’t unfamiliar to you – you had been there before back when it was Corpse’s birthday. Your fingers were curled around one of his own on the photo that spread through Twitter even faster than when Adele had dropped a new album.

Pure insanity.

It was the photo that was used now to talk about your ‘relationship’. A flurry of ‘I KNEW IT!’s’ and “I should have seen this coming?!’ spread through Twitter. You liked the chaos too, but, contrary to Corpse, it made you anxious as well.

“Some people aren’t happy,” you pointed out, holding up your phone to Corpse’s face so he could read the negative comments. Corpse curled his fingers around your bare wrist and tugged your arm a little closer as he squinted at the screen.

His hand was warm, big – it made you feel frail and steady at the same time.

He released your wrist then and grabbed his own phone. You didn’t even have to guess what was going to happen now.

“You answered,” you sighed, reading over Corpse’s tweet a couple of times. “You sound protective.”

“Isn’t that what I should sound like as your boyfriend?” Corpse replied cheekily and you couldn’t help but hit his arm in reply, keeping your touch light enough for it to not hurt. Corpse didn’t want to be treated as though he was some porcelain doll but you couldn’t help but worry sometimes about his health – physical and mental.

You pulled your pyjama shirt down, which was basically just one of Corpse’s shirts. Corpse followed the movement for a moment before going back to scrolling through Twitter, his eyes moving back and forth as he read the screaming comments about your supposed relationship.

While setting up the photos, you hadn’t expected to stay over. Just a few snaps and you would go home again.

But then you started talking on the way back to Corpse’s apartment and your badly parked car. Nothing was ever boring between the two of you, there was enough to talk about even if you talked about absolutely nothing. Corpse had been hesitant to go back inside, finding new things to mention every time you piped up when silence fell and the car keys in your hand were starting to get warm from the amount of time they had been laying in your palm.

Corpse had invited you inside, mentioned pizza, and then you were watching anime until 3 am.

There was no way for you to drive back home in the state you were in – eyes bleary with fatigue, hands shaking from the amounts of caffeine you had pounded back to watch just one more episode. Corpse had come back to the living room with a shirt of his own, which – upon wearing it – fell to your mid-thighs.

You had crashed in the guest room, woken up to the whistling of a kettle and here you were, in Corpse’s shirt, on his couch, wondering when would be a good time to go and if you even wanted to.

“We need rules,” you blurted out suddenly, flushing a little when Corpse turned to you with one eyebrow raised. “You know, for the fake-dating thing.”

“Rules,” Corpse repeated, slowly turning his phone off and laying it face down on the coffee table in front of you. You nodded. “Look… It’s not like people will actually see us so we’re safe on that front, because otherwise we would need to be touching and-”

“And that would be such a disaster,” Corpse interrupted, head tilted to the side. In that moment, he looked more like a lost puppy dog than someone who rapped about being choked.

You fixed him with a glare. “I’m not saying that. I’m saying that we’re safe. We don’t need to act out touches and look very awkward while doing so because we’re not actually madly in love.”

“But?” Corpse asked then, scooting a little closer. One hand grabbed his teacup in that strange way of his that looked both ridiculous and exactly right for someone like Corpse. “Why the rules then?”

You scrolled a little and pulled up Instagram this time, showing him the comments underneath. “Because of this… and with that…”

“Ah.”

“See!” you replied with a triumphant smirk. “We need some kind of rules so we don’t go over each other’s boundaries but we will have to act differently while streaming, you know? Not fully differently but enough to not be friends anymore but in a relationship instead. Otherwise, if we don’t, people won’t believe it anymore and that would be bad, Corpse. We don’t want to be the people who faked a relationship for attention.”

Corpse patiently watched you ramble, waiting for you to stop so he could gently interject. “We’re not doing it for attention-”

“They don’t know that!”

“And we can always pretend it was a joke if someone were to find out,” Corpse finished, his hand falling onto your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “I agree with the ‘making rules’ thing, but chill, okay? It’s gonna be fine.”

You smiled and breathed in deeply, slowly breathing out again. “You’re right,” you mumbled and stood slowly, scouring the living room for some loose paper and a pen.

“Let’s get started on the rules then.”

You looked over the list with Corpse again, your pen tapping against the paper. “Did we miss anything?”

Corpse smirked and took the pen from you. His fingers brushed against yours for a brief second, a small current of electricity zapping through your skin. You blamed the carpet below.

“Now it’s done.”

You took the paper again, crinkling it underneath your fingers when you saw Corpse’s all too familiar handwriting.

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” you laughed and placed the rules list back on the coffee table in front of you, making sure it was out of the splashing zone of the tea in case a cup fell over. With your and Corpse’s luck combined, you would have to rewrite the rules list until the end of your fake relationship.

You jumped a little when two fingers were placed underneath your chin, tilting it up so you had no choice but to look Corpse in the eyes who only seemed to lean in closer and closer. “Are you sure about that, Y/N?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly, even more than you remembered it being. You blinked up at him and swallowed hard, your mouth opening and closing. You didn’t know what to say, it was as though your mind had drawn a complete blank, all snark lost.

Corpse pulled away suddenly and giggled, hitting the table a little as he wheezed. You grabbed a pillow from behind you and smacked it into his arm. “You bastard.”

“Hence rule number seven,” Corpse said, waving the paper triumphantly. “You can’t fall in love with me. It says it in black and white.”

You looked Corpse right in the eyes then, never wavering. You leaned closer, looking Corpse up and down once before looking right back into his eyes, batting your eyelashes innocently. “You can’t fall in love with me either, Corpse Underscore Husband. It says it in black and white too. Can you handle that?”

Now it was Corpse’s turn to be at a loss for words and your turn to smirk smugly.

“Shithead,” Corpse mumbled then and hit you right back with the same pillow you had attacked him with. “I can handle it, Y/N. Don’t worry.”

You giggled and grabbed the pillow so you could swing it behind the couch. “Okay, truce,” you said quickly, holding up your hands. “We have a stream to plan.”

“What kind were you thinking?”

You thought for a moment. Among Us was very much overplayed and you wanted something that could bring in both chaos and funny moments. And chances to actually act like a couple. It wouldn’t be very coupley to chase each other with a chainsaw.

“How about The Sims? We could create each other, go on adventures. Something new and fresh and kinda old school?”

“You’re on.”

@strawberry-moonpies @dtftheavengers @misfitinfinity @gaysludge @ceym0rules @rexit-mo @just-that-bi-girl @poetnstuff @pizza-post-sex @golden-ghost @mishthemess @alilshit

1K notes · View notes