• this boy loves cuddling with you more than he can put into words
• he also loves thunderstorms more than he can put into words
• so cuddling during a thunderstorm?
• he's thriving
• he likes to rest his head on you
• he doesnt care where
• shoulder, stomach, chest, thighs, it does not matter
• he also likes to be able to hold your hand because it's calming
• it's also great for you because you love holding his hands
• you twist his rings or raise his fingers up and down absentmindedly
• it's honestly the most fun thing ever
• for a while you'll snuggle on the couch with soft music playing in the background but decided that the couch wasnt big enough as there were multiple occasions where thunder would startle one of you corpse so bad they'd fall off the couch, dragging the other with them
• so now you curl up in his bed and it's much comfier with lots more room to sprawl over each other
• rainy times have become mandatory designated cuddle-hours
• if it starts raining while you're working, corpse will come and pick you up to carry you to bed for snuggles
• and if corpse is working, since you can't pick him up, you settle for grabbing his hand and either trying to pull him out of his chair or just dragging his wheely chair through the apartment and into his room
• he finds the latter method fucking hilarious so he usually just let's you pull him through the house
• but one time, while trying to stand him up, you both ended up falling over onto the floor and just. decided to stay there
• it was very uncomfortable and you never did it again
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Ever since Corpse mentioned that he’s a thigh guy, I can’t stop thinking about it.
Imagine you two are hanging out together and he just goes over to where you’re sitting and he sits between your legs, resting your thighs on his shoulders and he just lays his head on one of your thighs and starts rubbing his thumb in small circles on your thighs.
OR if you’re laying down and he joins you in bed and lays in between your legs and he rests his head on your stomach and starts caressing your thighs (not in sexual manner, just in a way that he needs comfort) and you just start massaging his head or running your fingers through his hair and he lets a soft smile grow on his face. The sky is bright with rain clouds and it’s raining hard enough that you can hear it hit the window, but it’s not a rainstorm. There’s soft lofi playing in the background 🥺
Living for the tall reader stuff as someone who's 6'3. Maybe some amigops headcanons with tall reader if you're up for it? Also no YOU are epic
Oh you got it hun! Enjoy 💕
PS: No YOU are epic 🥰
Pairing: Amigops & Reader (Gender Neutral)
Warnings: Swearing (?)
Genre: Platonic Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)
- Ok let's start with Rae
- Someone who doesn't hide how envious she is of you for the extra foot you have over her
- To be fair, she's envious of anyone taller than her but since you're a really close friend, she feels comfortable actively expressing it
- You roomed with her at one point when you were between apartments and you were very close to pursuing your idea of charging her every time she asked you to grab something for her from a high-up place
- You also made the fatal mistake of saying:
- "Why'd you put something up there if you know you can't reach it? How'd you even put it there in the first place?"
- To make a long story short, you had to buy her ice-cream as an apology
- Moving onto Toast
- Although there's roughly a six inch height difference, you never let him forget it and always just HAVE to mention it whenever he tries to roast you
- You were playing poorly, pfffttt, nothing like how short he is
- You were being a cocky shit throughout the game, as if, nothing compared to the high and mightiness brought on by your height
- It's all in good fun though
- Especially when Toast starts cracking jokes
- Most of them lame like 'What's the weather like up there?'
- But some make you laugh like for example: "Hey Y/N, might wanna duck, a plane just took off."
- All in all, 8.5/10 would recommend being Toast's tall friend
- Then going over to Corpse
- He's the one with a height closest to yours so the two of you only relate on what it's like to be tall while the other three give you shit for it
- Of course, it's an act meant to provoke a reaction and everyone involved knows that but that doesn't take any of the fun away from it
- It's still hilarious, especially when Rae really gets into character
- "Speak up, we can't hear you from up here!"
- "Need us to step away so you don't break your necks while looking us in the eye?"
- "Just fucking make out already, we get it!" Toast's comebacks are usually what puts an end to the act because very few are strong enough to not break character when he cracks a line like that
- And last is Sykkuno who is the same height as Toast and is quite chill about the difference
- He's happy with his height and teasing him won't get you much of a reaction because of it
- However, as coached by the others, he can certainly crack jokes of his own, making you and everyone else laugh
- "Awww, Sykkuno, you're just adorable. Just wish you'd speak up, I can barely hear you." You'd reply after a particularly good roast
Genre: Friends-to-Enemies-to-Friends-to-Lovers, Minor Angst and Romance elements, Fluff, RPF (Real Person Pic)
Summary: The ups and downs of Y/N and Corpse’s friendship displayed through four key chapters of their lives.
Requested by z Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request I’m so sorry I haven’t bee able to get around to it sooner but here it finally is and I hope you come across it even after all this time and if so I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤
We are friends
“What if I make an ass out of myself?!“
“You won’t! God, Y/N, I promise you everything will be just fine. Dave and Felix are gonna love you.“
When you heard that Corpse’s friends were coming to California for some convention, you were initially excited mostly because that would mean having a chance of running into them at said con which you’d be attending professionally, as a part of a gaming panel especially for developers.
However. However, when that chance, small unlikely chance, was to be made into an arrangement by your best friend Corpse, you started freaking out. See, you can handle a brief interaction consisting of minor chit-chat exchange and a picture taken. What you can’t deal with is having to spend some extended time with them in the same room.
For starters, Felix has been your idol since you can remember the roots of your internet presence. He’s the one who motivated you into gaming and became your role model. That being said, your brain has convinced you that being around this human for longer than two minutes would result in you embarrassing yourself one way or another and you most certainly do NOT want that. Of course, Corpse has tried to call this theory for its flaws countless times but has had no success.
Secondly, there’s Dave who, apart from being yet another role model and inspiration for you, is also a great crush of yours. Hell, just the thought of being in this guy’s vicinity scares the bejesus out of you for the same reason as before but amplified. You can picture your red face and ears, your constantly fidgety hands and bouncing leg and overall awkward composure and posture as a side-effect of your fluster.
In short, you expect exactly what you said - to inadvertently make an ass out of yourself.
For Corpse, who’s been friends with those two for quite some time now, it’s a hard concept to grasp but he can bring himself around to understanding it. Does he still try to dissuade you? Yes. Will it work? You’re set on it not working, but if he does you’ll be damned.
* * * * *
He failed, to your delight, he did. He’s just now accepted defeat and man was it the most relieving thing to hear.
However, little did you know, he wasn’t done trying. In fact, you catch him red-handed in the act of scheming as you’re packing for the trip to the convention tomorrow.
“Yeah, their name is Y/N, Y/N L/N. They're a developer, you can catch them at the ‘World Building-Breaking Bounds’ panel. Suggest it to Felix, I’m pretty sure he’d be interested in meeting them.“ You overhear this little conversation on your way from the bedroom to the bathroom while your visitor’s sitting in the living room, sprawled out on the couch like the place is his. Although he’s trying to watch his tone, he’s not doing a particularly good job with it. “I promise you their work is of high quality.” A small pause follows which you can barely stand as you grow antsy in the hallway, “Ok, ok, I might be a bit biased because we’re friends, but they really are a gem. As a person and as a developer.”
Typically, you wouldn’t be the happiest with this endeavor. Of course, you appreciate the gesture and know that he’s doing it with the best intention and you happiness in mind, but you’d be a little prissy about it, for certain. You’ve climbed the ladder all on your own all your life and have grown distasteful of help, especially when you’re given it without any notification or question beforehand.
However, this time, you can’t find it in you to be the least bit upset. In fact, you catch yourself smiling as you force your feet to continue carrying you in the direction of the bathroom - a trip you’ve already forgotten the purpose of. Although, when you think about it, it’s probably got something to do with that last line.
It’s most definitely got something to do with that last line.
We were friends
It’s a tale as old as time - a fallout built on a mountain of pettiness with no real sustenance. One can think they’ve gathered everything about the story just by listening to one of the parties despite the other telling a similar tale with little knick-knacks that pain the first person just as badly.
In each other’s eyes, they’re probably exactly that - horrible people and even worse friends.
But, when you start comparing the two, that is if you ever get to hear both sides, of course, you’d know that it’s a simple case of miscommunication that has accumulated to a spontaneous combustion that could’ve very easily been avoided by just talking about the problems when they arose instead of shoveling them atop the already high-risen pile of minor not-completely-resolved conflicts.
That’s what’s brought you and Corpse here - a forever of miscommunication, or lack of communication entirely, and just an hour of arguing. And just like that, the friendship seems to have collapsed.
Allow me to show the readers how it comes off from different perspectives - aka what your friends heard and what Corpse’s friends - aka Dave and Felix - heard regarding the matter.
He’s so fucking full of himself! He thinks he’s allll that! Might as well have looked me in the eyes and called me incapable!
They are such an infuriating know-it-all! Condescending, sarcastic, mean, two-faced...
He had no right to bring my career into all that mess! Actually, no, I’m glad he did because what the hell did he think was gonna happen?! Hello?! I’m a game developer, he’s a streamer. He’d be nothing without my industry!
They think they’re so high-and-mighty, that they somehow ‘made’ me! I owe my following to several people, I’ll be the first to admit, but Y/N’s not one of them!
And if he thinks he has any moral high-ground when it comes to life decisions the he doesn’t
They don’t know
A
Damn
Thing
Yeah, neither of you know a damn thing, as it would seem.
We are friends
“My car’s getting fixed so be on the lookout for a silver Nissan instead.“ Corpse says over the phone as he paces his apartment, one hand holding the phone, the other brandishing a cloth against the specs of dust on the kitchen counter and cupboards.
“You got a rental specifically for us? You know we could’ve taken a taxi instead?“ Dave replies from the other line. Him and Felix have just landed and are still navigating airport customs due to some passport issue and a luggage mix-up, giving Corpse enough time to finish cleaning up the previously dingy and messy living space before he drives to pick them up.
“Um...no....“ Throwing the cloth in the trash, Corpse secures the phone between his shoulder and ear as he busies his hands with putting on his shoes in the foyer, “I borrowed it from a friend...“
“Corpse, if you bring it back with a single scratch I’ll fucking MURDER you!“ From the living room echoes a voice that inevitably gets picked up by the phone. And is also inevitably recognized by Dave, a fact Corpse is well aware of before the Brit even utters a single word, cringing slightly at the fact that he’ll have plenty to explain now that the tea’s been spilt.
“Was that Y/N?!“ The older man catches on in an instant as expected, prompting Corpse to think fast.
“Idon’tknowbye!“ And just like that he hangs up the call.
“Did you hear me!?“ your voice remerges, this time quieter and closer because you’ve ventured down the hall, “If you bring back Harlow with a single scrape...“
“You’ll bury me alive with cactuses.“ He cuts you off, finally managing to slip his foot in the forsaken shoe, “Don’t worry, I’d never dare bring harm to a car, not one I helped name, at least. Harlow the Nissan will be just fine in my company!” With a fleeting wink, he’s out the door, your car keys in hand.
“Thank you for the cactus idea, Jigsaw!“ With that screamed down the stairwell, you make a point to close the door quietly as if that will cancel out the yell all the neighbors undoubtedly heard through the thin walls.
* * * * *
“You best get to talking.“ Felix, who’s got stuck in the backseat due to Dave calling shotgun first, sticks his head between the two front seats as the vehicle comes to a slow halt at a red light.
“There’s nothing more to tell! They apologized, I apologized, that’s that. Now we’re partially roommating while their apartment’s getting sprayed for roaches. I don’t understand what more do you want.“ Corpse complains, feeling more trapped than ever with these two childishly curious and annoyingly persistent grown-ass men in a car that is factually more spacious than his own.
If only it were a Tesla and he could just ditch them, knowing they’d still get to the apartment safely.
“We want the truth and all the details because, love, you aren’t shitting anyone.“ Dave interferes, obviously siding with Felix. “If you and Y/N have anything in common is how stubborn you both are sometimes.”
“Most of the time.“ Felix corrects him.
“Most of the time.“ Dave repeats for emphasis, forcing Corpse to drop his head against the steering wheel.
“We’re friends again, that’s all that matters, isn’t it? Isn’t it enough for you?“ Corpse understands the curiosity and the involvement these two want to have. After meeting you at that convention about a year ago at this point, the three of you kindled a close friendship, binding all four in the same circle which means that when problems arose between you and Corpse, Dave and Felix immediately tried to help mend the situation any way they could, not only on your and Corpse’s behalf, but so they wouldn’t you as a friend either. They felt you growing distant during the few months following the fallout up until this point that they’ve finally been caught up on the fact that the bridges have been rebuilt.
“It’s more than enough, it’s lovely, in fact, but...“ Felix trails off, clearly having not thought this through before he had started talking.
But luckily Dave is there to pick up where he left off, “You know us Brits like our tea. So start spilling.”
In that very moment, the light changes to green, giving the driver of Harlow the Nissan an excuse not to reply and step on the gas. An activity that’s busied him enough to not catch the look his two friends exchange as to say ‘you’re thinking what I’m thinking?’
And man were they thinking correctly...
We were friends
“Guys you’re slowly losing me here, this is the most exercise I’ve had in years“ Jack complains from his spot walking between Corpse and Felix.
He’s been in the warmth of the San Francisco sun less than twenty-four hours and is already getting his ass kicked by it. Corpse has taken him, Felix and Dave on a tour through the more private places in the city where they could all easily go by incognito and man is he not having it. Of course, he’s exaggerating the exercising part, the exhaustion so is so prominent because of his massive jet-lag but he refused to go to sleep when he arrived this morning so this is what he gets in return.
“Oh no, no you don’t. You better pull those energy levels back up to meet Y/N. They’re probably the only person capable of matching your energy levels.“ Felix warns, poking the Irishman in the side, hitting a ticklish spot that immediately has him jolting upright from his slumped walking posture.
“Yeah, my USUAL energy levels, not when I’m running on an empty tank.“ Jack argues, swatting away the threatening hands of his friend. “Who is this Y/N person anyway? I never completely grasped what you were talking about. I’m so out of it, I haven’t been to string anything together.“
Dave huffs, “Where’s that Top of the Mornin coffee when you need it?” This collectively provokes a laugh out of all four of them. He follows that up with an actual answer to the asked question: “They’re our friend.”
“Actually, they are Corpse’s friend. Dave and I were just adopted into the dynamic. You’ll see, they’re a wonderful person.“ Felix adds.
Therefore prompting Corpse to throw his two cents into the ring.
“They’re not my friend.“
The simultaneous halt of two pairs of feat causes a scraping sound to echo in the humid air, soles of four shoes scraping against the asphalt.
“What?!“ Seems the two weren’t gonna cut the synchronization there, now speaking in unison as well.
“You heard me.“ For the smugness with which the sentence was said, it’s surprising that both men are still in shock while Jack is just confused. And sleepy. Not a good combination to be dealing with their crap.
“Yeah we heard you, that’s why we’re fucking dumbfounded!“ Dave points out, his voice sharp.
“Hey guys, can we at least sit down to have this conversation?“ Jack attempts but there’s no answer to his plea. There’s no room for it amidst the tension that’s risen between the two downright furious men and their smirking friend.
“So?“ Corpse has the audacity to mutter
“So?!“ The two repeat like a set of angry parrots, creating a sight Jack’s brain is loopy enough to find utterly comical to the point of breaking out in small fits of laughter.
“So what? What’s so wrong with a friend becoming something more?“
Now that shushes them up very quickly. Although the confusion has deepened, at least the anger has subsided.
And Jack’s still laughing in the background, now leaning against a lamp post. No, hugging a lamp post.
“What?“ “What’s that supposed to mean?“ The questions, while again spoken simultaneously, at least don’t match fully. But the Irishman still cracks up harder.
“You heard me.“ The cocky little shit smirks AGAIN.
“Corpse, if you say that one more fucking time, I swear to-“
Dave’s threat is cut off when the man in question raises his hands up in surrender, “Fine! Y/N is no longer my friend because they’re now my romantic partner, ok?! Significant other or lover, if you will. There! Can we all calm down now, please?”
And everyone has indeed calmed down, at least for a second. A second filled with sizzling silence, waiting to explode with excitement when the information is processed by the three brains.
Surprisingly enough, the first to do so is the fuzziest of the bunch. And it clearly has processed it in an equally fuzzy way.
“Corpse and Y/N sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G“ Jack sings and now it’s the other three’s turn to crack up into howling laughter on the side walk which would be more than enough cause for a few odd stares had they not been the only ones there.
That’s right, dear reader, our protagonists are done playing the Are, Were game. You, Y/N, are a lucky person and so is your boyfriend. God forbid you had strung your friends-to-enemies-to-friends-to-lovers story any further, you would’ve given Felix and Dave a synchronized heart attack.
Summary: While going through a photo album, Y/N comes across a picture that brings back a lot of memories.
Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for the adorable request! I had a blast writing it although I’m really sorry it took me so long to write and post it but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤
Settling in with a romantic partner is not an experience Y/N has had to deal with before. When she used to think about it, she’d imagine it being stressful and annoying as any moving process is but it is only that she is indeed moving that she realizes that the only part that’s really annoying is the need to be at her boyfriend’s apartment so badly while still having formalities to go through that require her to stay in her old home.
Luckily that’s over with now - she’s settled in the box-like apartment and has just received the stuff she called her parents to send her a couple of days ago. Corpse had told her beforehand that, due to his minimalistic amount of belongings, she could bring in as much stuff as she wanted. And if that isn’t a dream for a sentimentalist like her, then I don’t know what is.
Currently, she’s sitting cross-legged on the floor of the guest bedroom where her stuff will be residing like a walk-in closet of sorts. She’s taking a trip down memory lane, digging through the contents of the boxes that have just arrived. Most of the items she sees inside are worth nothing but sentimental value which to her is far more important than the price of it all in cash. There’s children’s books she used to love, diplomas she isn’t sure why her parents would be sending her, some pieces of handmade jewelry, records and a record player and finally - and most importantly - there’s many photo albums, each and every single one marked with the time period of the pictures it contains.
Unlike her organized parents, however, Y/N doesn’t bother with the mess before she flips one of these albums open, flipping through it in an attempt to jostle the memories in her brain while simultaneously looking at them. There’s pictures of many birthdays whether it be her own or of one of her siblings or parents. There’s pictures of her with the neighborhood kids she used to play with - and get hurt with - a lot during the preteen years of her life.
Then there are the pictures of her first and last day of each grade - a family tradition put in place by her parents. There’s family vacation pictures, prom pictures, pictures from her graduation etc. Simply put: plenty of important moments secured in a fragment of time with the use of a camera.
Flipping that one closed, Y/N reaches into the box for another one just for her hand to grab a small bootleg looking album that, judging by its size, is meant exclusively for polaroid pictures. She giggles to herself, remembering the craze her and her siblings when through when her sister got a polaroid camera for her fifteenth birthday.
“This should be fun...“ she mumbles to herself as she begins looking through it, immediately bursting out laughing at the ridiculous photos inside that mostly consist of her and her family getting captured in embarrassing or awkward positions by whoever the photographer was, walking into the room unannounced and taking a picture before anyone could prepare.
The locations vary from their house, their grandparents’ house, the park, the beach, the McDonalds playground where her dad would take her and her siblings because he’s always been hopeless at cooking.
Speaking of that last one....
Just as she’s about to turn the page, Y/N’s eyes land on one specific photo where she doesn’t look older than five. She’s grinning from ear to ear, hugging a boy about her age if maybe a year older at most.
She takes the picture out for closer inspection, turning it around to find the date written on it along with many messily drawn hearts in different colored crayons. That’s more than enough to bring to light the memory of that day which also just happened to be the day she first ‘got married’ as little kids do. Some would argue it was a little too early considering she wasn’t even in first grade at the time but who cares? It was ‘love at first sight’ and a marriage her poor dad had to approve on the spot, perhaps barely seconds before the picture was taken, judging by the smiles on hers and the boy’s faces.
She can recall spending the rest of that outing playing house with the kid, running around the playground like newlyweds in their new home. She can’t help but feel a little disappointed that she can’t remember the name of the kid who will forever remain her first husband and who, if her memories are correct, she never saw again which is typically how these children marriages go - the kids simply never see each other again or they have a minor fight about a toy or a pack of crayon and suddenly they’re divorced, off to marry a different classmate during that day’s recess.
Y/N’s thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a knock on the doorframe, “Whatya doin’?”
She looks up to see her boyfriend standing in the doorway giving her an adorable but tired smile, having just woken up whereas she couldn’t even get proper shuteye in her old apartment and came here as soon as the sun rose, thankfully making her way inside soundlessly enough for him to not be jostled out of his sleep.
“Apart from breaking and entering, that is.“ Corpse adds before she could reply, making her laugh as he joins her on the floor, taking the polaroid from her hands.
“Just reminiscing. It really makes me realize that I’m practically a grandma now.“ She scoffs, admiringly analyzing his features as he moves the hair out of his eyes to better inspect the image but due to having just woken up, he quickly gives up on it until his gaze are a little less blurred and hazy.
“You’re barely in your twenties, wait at least a couple more years and we’ll both be in a mid-life crisis together.“ He chuckles in reply, handing the photo back to her. “Your brother?“ He asks, nodding at the polaroid, causing her to shake her head in negation.
“Nope. That, my dear friend, is my first husband.“ She proudly proclaims, grinning when she sees the widening of his dark orbs.
“Oh, let me track him down real quick, I’ll be right back.“ He goes to stand up, but Y/N grabs his arm and even while weakened by a fit off giggles still manages to keep him grounded.
“I don’t even know his name! If I did you don’t think I’d go looking for him myself? I mean, he’s got that limited edition Batman watch, he’s gotta be a serious badass now. Why would I be wasting my time with you?“ She snickers as he side-eye glares her down, barely able to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
He snatches the polaroid from her again, “I had the same watch but you don’t see me flaunting it now, do you?”
And it’s as if someone’s whacked him over the head with a bat, clarity suddenly flooding his brain right after the words leave his mouth. In his defense, it’s a memory he hasn’t had to think about in literally forever. Why would he? Well, apart from the fact that it was his first - and only - marriage thus far, there was nothing special about that day whatsoever.
Oh boy, was he wrong on this one
“That’s me!“ He exclaims, getting a better look at the image after rubbing every trace of sleep out of his eyes, pushing strands of hair out of his face frantically, “Holy shit, that’s me!“
“Yeah right.“ Y/N, who’s already moved on to other items in the box, just rolls her eyes in response, not buying into what she thinks is an attempt at a joke on her boyfriend’s part.
“We played house and had a dog named French Fry. You spilt milkshake on yourself and started crying because it ruined your favorite shirt. You told me you favorite ice-cream flavor at the time was caramel. You taught me how to fly off a swing without cracking my skull.“ Corpse speeds through some of the hazy details, each one clearing up as he says them out loud, “Need I add more?“
The wide-eyed dumbfounded stare she’ giving him answers that question in and of itself but with the added, “Oh my fucking God”, it double confirms that she’s convinced.
“Yeah.“ He nods, laughter bubbling up in his chest, “We’re married.“
“We are.“ She nods back, jaw practically on the floor.
“And you couldn’t even recall my fucking name! I still remember what your ice cream flavor was at five years old!“ He argues light-heartedly, stretching out his arm to put the picture out of Y/N’s reach when she goes to grab it. When she doesn’t retaliate, he simply stands up and runs out of the room, whining about the betrayal all the way down the hall.
“I’m sorry, Corpse! I swear!” She calls out to him but it’s no use.
It’s gonna take a lot of cuddles and kisses to make up for that one. But I mean, really, Y/N? You don’t remember your first husband’s name? That’s just cruel. Very, very cruel.
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Can you do a corpse husband x wife reader when they have a baby who is a mommy boy
Omg that'd be so adorable! Sure thing hun ~ Enjoy! 💕
Momma’s Boy
Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)
Warnings: None
Genre: Domestic Fluff
Note: Y/S/N - Your son’s name
Corpse wasn’t even surprised when Y/S/N’s first words were ‘mama’. I mean, it was to be expected with how much the toddler had been attached to Y/N since birth. Of course, she’s his mother and it’s only logical that the baby would form such a close bond with her. But, as he kept growing, his attachment to his mother only grew while with Corpse it developed ever so slightly. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that Y/S/N didn’t like Corpse or that Corpse was a distant father who rarely showed affection to his son - quite the contrary actually:
Y/N was the one who was able to put on the ‘strict momma‘ act when needed while Corpse couldn’t even keep a straight face whenever the toddler would do something that’d get him in trouble for certain.
It was when Y/S/N was around five or six when Corpse realized just how in trouble he really was. That’s when the little boy started developing Y/N’s sass, attitude, sarcasm and dark humor. Thanks to her, he also learned a few curse words but she was thankfully able to talk him into not using them - especially not around Corpse cause he’d get one hell of a kick out of being able to poke fun at Y/N for it.
He’s a potty-mouth, mischievous, sneaky little thief with a sweet tooth which explains where the sweets and cookies disappear to when their spots in the kitchen cabinets are vacant. Funny thing is, Corpse has only caught the little mister red-handed only twice and both times the stealing strategy reminded him a lot of the one Y/N had used to steal his eyeliner when the two first started dating.
Peculiarly enough, whenever Y/S/N gets in trouble, Corpse is the one he runs to, begging for his help to cover up the mess before Y/N could find out. Corpse somehow always finds himself tangled in his son’s mischief and can never find it in himself to mind it. If anything, he deems it a fun experience to pass the time. Not that he ever actually lets any of Y/S/N’s doings go by unknown by Y/N. Him and his wife tend to spend the late nights after putting their son to sleep just chatting about their day, simultaneously sharing the experiences they got to go through with their little rascal.
“What wrong-doing did you have to help him cover up this time?“ She’d ask with a laugh, sipping her beer.
Corpse would laugh, “Oh that’s between him and I.” He’d reply with a wink, leaving a pause dwell over the two before....”Ok, so you know the cookies we bought yesterday...”
omg, headcanons for a goth (not egirl) reader x corpse? i love love love ur writing 🗝
Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral for the most part but there are some elements that hint to a female reader - feel free to skip those or modify them to your liking)
OMFG DEFINITELY!! Thank you so much for your request, dear! Hope you enjoy the headcanons! XOXO, Vy 💌
- He was intrigued by you the moment he saw you
- Let me correct myself: virtually saw you
- Yeah, you heard that right
- You spotted his attention while he was on videocall with Dave who was facetiming him from VidCon 2019 to offer him some type of a con experience
- The man wasted no time opening an investigation on you right away
- I mean who wouldn’t?!?!?
- You stuck out so much and in such a positive way with your style derailing off the colorfulness of the clothes the people around you were wearing
- Your black and white gown decorated with chains dangling here and there was a dead giveaway that you were the moment that day
- And you were! He had caught sight of you right after your panel for which you had worn the specially made gown
- But not only that, your hair was a story of its own - still is!
- It’s still evenly colored in black and white, making a wonderful effect whenever you spin/twirl
- Yeah, no one can blame Corpse for opening the aforementioned investigation which mainly consisted of asking Dave who you were
- I just want to add, he thought he did that quite casually, but if you ask Dave he can confirm that he sounded like a very nervous schoolboy.
- He’d never admit to it though
- After getting your name and the name of your YouTube channel, he went on a bit of a binge watching spree for a few days
- Props to the guy, you have quite the number of videos on your channel
- Eventually, however, he managed to get up the courage to finally comment on one of said videos and stop lurking
- To be fair, you had noticed him the same day when, after a lot of back-and-forth with himself, he started following you on Instagram and Twitter and also joined on of the Twitch streams you had recorded throughout the VidCon week
- And to the aforementioned comment, much to his relief, he got a friendly reply
- You two hit it off quite well before moving onto DMs and Discord
- It did take a while to finally get on a VC together, both of you shy blobs couldn’t find it in you to do it
- But once you did, you practically never texted again
- And when you finally hopped on a video call was also the day he asked you to be his girlfriend
- Damn straight you said yes
- When you went on a vacation to San Francisco, you stayed with him the whole time which resulted in some bomb pics of the two of you (with Corpse’s face out of the frame of course)
- You often styled him with your accessories and makeup which - as jealous as you are - you’ll admit he pulled off quite nicely
- “You know, maybe the goth style has been made for me!”
Hi! I was wondering if I can request a Corpse imagine where he and his girlfriend announce their pregnancy to both their friends and fans?
Definitely! ~ Enjoy! 🥰
Y/N only remembers shaking this much before your first college exam, while waiting for the results of said exam and while waiting for the results of her pregnancy test. She was pacing the hall outside the bathroom where the stick waited for her to come check on it, arms and legs trembling.
That back then was just expecting anxiety however, this is a whole different type of trebling. Trembling out of nervousness and fear. Fear of how her boyfriend's (aka the father of her baby) friends and fans will react to the news that he'll become a father in a few months. Hell, apart from his close circle of friends, no one even knows she's his girlfriend so this will be a double shock to his entire fandom. And Y/N shudders at the thought of how some of its members will take the news.
“Hey.“ Corpse rests a gentle hand on her shoulder, snapping her out of the fit of panicking thoughts. He knows what’s going on in her head, mostly because he was going through the same in the beginning. However, he’s now completely unbothered - the joy of knowing he’ll be a father overpowering any fear or insecurity he was struggling with in the start. “They can all take it however they’d like. It won’t change a thing for us, ok? We go in, no beating around the bush, tell them what we have to say, and let them process it. How they react or what they think is none of our business. This is the greatest thing to happen in our lives, no one gets to have a say or have an impact on how we take it. No one can hinder our joy. We won’t let them.”
And that’s all she needed to give him the green light he had been waiting for - a nod before the two sat down in front of the screen displaying the Among Us lobby where all their friends had already gathered.
“Hey everyone, mind if we steal a few moments before getting in the game?“ Corpse asks once he unmutes his mic.
“I’m sorry - we? You never told us Y/N would be here too. Hi Y/N! Missed ya!“ Rae squeals with excitement, happy to hear her friend has also joined them today.
“Yeah thought we’d make it surprise. Missed ya too, Rae.“ Y/N replies, her voice ever so slightly unsteady.
“Big thank you to everyone who’s joined the stream today. For those of you that don’t know, this other voice on my end belongs to my girlfriend Y/N.“ Corpse announces, probably a little too casually for his fans’ liking. “However, she won’t stay my girlfriend for much longer.“
His words shock even Y/N but she restrains herself from asking any questions and allows him to continue.
“She’s already the love of my life so she’s soon to be my fiancée. And also, in a matter of months, she’ll be the mother of my child.“
The excitement, joy, disbelief and enthusiasm that takes over the call is so overwhelming it brings tears to Y/N’s eyes. Although she’s still afraid to take a look at the stream’s chat where she’ll be met with Corpse’s fans’ responses, she chooses to focus on the congratulations and praise her and Corpse are receiving from their friends.
When he wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him, she feels all her worries drift away along with any shred of doubt that this experience will be anything short of incredible.
