#sorry LOTS to unpack from Wilbur’s stream today x]

[alienssstufff]

q!dapduo parallels in how they handle grief so INTERESTING I LOVE IT (I hate it. I wish they were still alive).

We got q!Slime who while yes he did threaten the lives of others, ultimately and interestingly he never blamed anyone else except himself (and his wife). Slime destroys because he is upset at himself.

Then we got q!Quackity who even if he doesn’t physically lash out or go on a rampage like q!Slime did, he pins the blame on everyone else and to this day is plotting to kill the dude for revenge - Quackity destroys because he’s upset at the world (and even more himself too, but he has not comes to terms with that yet)

[panmoonchild]

Don’t Judge..? (Corpse x Platonic!Reader)

Hello! Sorry for the late post, I’ve been dealing with some mental health issues as well as finals. Just a quick trigger warning, there will be mentions of blood and accidentally getting a cut. Please keep that in mind!

This is Corpse x Female!Reader. It is platonic and it is little space, so please be kind and don’t bash on little space. Hope you enjoy and thank you for waiting!

“Thank you chat for joining me on this adventure today! Be sure to follow my friends on their social media, and I hope you guys enjoyed my Among Us gameplay!” Y/N chirped happily. She glanced at chat and smiled at all of the positive messages flowing through. 

“Bye Y/N’s chat,” Corpse said, his tone laced in amusement. 

“Bye Corpse’s chat,” Y/N replied before turning back to my twitch chat. “Who should we raid guys? I think Wilbur just started streaming so let’s raid him. Send him my greetings chat! Bye bye!” With that final adios, Y/N ended the stream and slumped back against her chair. With a quick farewell to her friends she logged off of discord and moved to the kitchen to fix something up to eat. 

As she was leaning against the counter munching on an apple, Y/N felt incredibly tense. Her thoughts wander around for a bit, before realizing that she hasn’t slipped in a while. She looks down at her clothes and took note of her sweats and black shirt. Maybe I should change to help me slip, Y/N muses. Her shrill ringtone pierced the room and she reached over to answer it. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, can I come over? I don’t feel like cooking alone,” Corpse asked. Y/N hummed. 

“What’s in it for me?”

“You get to help me cook?” 

“Sure, come on over, I was just looking for something to eat too.”

“I’ll be over in ten,” Corpse told her before hanging up. Y/N sighed and glanced around her apartment. She threw away the apple core and started picking up random pillows and blankets thrown around her living room. 

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“Took you long enough,” Y/N told Corpse, opening the front door. 

“I didn’t know if you actually had food or not so ordered some groceries.”

“I have food.”

“You have ramen cups and Asian snacks. That isn’t food.”

“No need to call me out like that,” Y/N huffed, before helping Corpse unpack the bags he brought in. 

“I’m your best friend, I’m supposed to give you tough love,” Corpse joked. “Also, you owe me for buying your groceries.”

“This isn’t even groceries! You only bought ingredients for spaghetti!” Corpse only shrugged. 

Y/N shook her head and brought out a pot to begin boiling water for the pasta. The two worked in sync to get the pasta done quickly, especially after Corpse’s stomach grumbled and groaned for some food. 

“Let me cut up some herbs to add more flavor,” Y/N said, grabbing some leaves off of her oregano plant. 

“Since when did you become a chef?” Corpse asked. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Sorry I have standards,” she said, grabbing a knife and a cutting board. She turned away from Corpse and payed attention to the knife coming down on the oregano leaves. Again, Y/N found her mind wandering once more. 

Unsurprisingly, she zoned out a lot whenever she hadn’t slipped in a while. Her mind kept wandering to what she would do once Corpse leaves. Of course, Corpse is her best friend, but Y/N was a little worried about what he would say. 

A sharp pain flared through her hand and she glanced down quickly and gasped. Corpse noticed and whipped his head over to Y/N.

“What happened? Are you okay?” He asked, moving towards Y/N. Y/N felt tears well up in her eyes and a thick ball form at the base of her neck. She felt Corpse peer over her shoulder and he gasped softly. He turned her around and moved her to the sink. “Where’s your first aid kit?” Y/N only peered at him with teary eyes. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to go check in your bathroom,” he told her softly before moving towards her bathroom. Y/N sobbed and felt her resolve leaving. She knew she was going to slip, and she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. Thinking of that only made her sob harder. 

“I’m back bubs, don’t worry. It’s just a little cut. I’ll just clean it and you’ll be fine,” Corpse ushered out. Y/N felt a little guilty to see Corpse looking at her so panicked, but she just couldn’t stop the tears, or the need to slip. So she slipped. 

“I-I sorry,” Y/N cried. Her voice coming out whiny and childish, yet it was still hard to discern what she was saying through her sobs. Corpse looked at her puzzled. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be sorry for anything,” Corpse said, trying to calm her down. 

“Y-you don’t get it,” Y/N sobbed. 

“Don’t get what?” Now Corpse was confused and worried. After all, it was just a little cut. Eventually, Y/N calmed down once Corpse put on the band aid, although she did sniffle here and there. The only thing Corpse found strange was that she wouldn’t leave him. She stayed latched and at his side. 

The spaghetti was forgotten and Corpse placed Y/N in front of him. 

“Y/N, what is up with you? You almost never cry, and you definitely aren’t this clingy?” Corpse asked, searching her face for answers. He looked at her surprised when her eyes teared up once more and she sniffled. Corpse sighed and pulled her into a hug once more. “I don’t mean it in a bad way bubs, I’m just concerned about you. You’re never like this.” Corpse waited for an answer but heard nothing. He glanced down and saw Y/N’s eyes flutter and struggle to stay open. He sighed and looked at her thoughtfully. 

“Go to sleep. I’ll stay the night and we can talk about this in the morning. Okay?” Corpse asked. Y/N nodded before tugging Corpse to her bed. “Y/N, I don’t feel comfortable going to sleep in the same bed as you. Go to bed, I’ll be here when you wake up.” Y/N pouted but nodded in acknowledgement and shuffled over to her bedroom. Corpse sighed before heading back to kitchen to eat something and to crash on the couch.

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Y/N woke up with the sun hitting her face and she groaned. She flopped over and grabbed her phone, seeing that it was relatively early. She got up and headed over to the kitchen to get some coffee before noticing the band aid on her finger. Like a truck hitting her, she remembered everything. Y/N hurried to the living room and saw Corpse laying down on his phone. He looked over and muttered out a good morning before turning back to his phone. 

“Corpse I- I’m..” Y/N trailed off when he looked over at her curiously. “I’m sorry about last night,” she finished lamely. 

“It’s alright. I’m just worried. You never cry and you are never that clingy. You can tell me anything you know,” Corpse told her, moving to sit up. Y/N looked at his face to find any judgement from the night before. But she only saw concern and confusion. 

“Don’t judge me... okay?” she practically demanded. 

“I promise.”

“I’m a... I’m a little.” she told him softly. He looked at her expectantly. 

“So I was right?” Corpse asked. 

“I know it’s strange- wait what?” Y/N asked, interrupting herself. 

“I was really worried, so I spent most of the night trying to find out what it was. I found little space and I figured that’s what must’ve happened.”

“So... you aren’t going to judge me?”

“Never. You’re my best friend. Plus, it’s a healthy way to destress in my opinion. I just have a question.”

“Uh, shoot?”

“Do you have a caregiver? I read about it and I got worried that you didn’t have one and-” Corpse rambled. 

“Wait what are you trying to say?”

“Can I be your caregiver? At least until you find a partner who’s willing to be your caregiver. Because I read caregivers can be platonic, right?”

“Corpse, I-I don’t know what to say...”

“A yes or a no would be appreciated.”

“Yes, thank you Corpse.” Y/N said, reaching over to hug him. 

“Hey, it’s what friends do.”

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