#peachyrequests

It wasn’t clingy to want to be around your favourite person at all times, just to be sure that they’re safe and happy and not too stressed, right? Just to be sure.

Well, that’s what you told yourself anyway as you crawled out of bed and shuffled toward your boyfriend’s office where he was currently streaming. He probably still had a few hours left, but your skin was itching to feel his touch. You had already spent the past couple hours smothering yourself in his hoodie and comforter, reveling in his addicting smell. Though, even with the soft plush completely surrounding you, you couldn’t shake the feeling of just needing to be near him.

You shouldn’t distract him— that was the last thing he needed when he was already so anxious during streams, but it couldn’t hurt to just sit with him, right? It may even be relaxing to have you there, just keeping him company.

Pushing open the door to his office slowly, you peeked in through the crack, eyes immediately spotting that messy mop of black hair only illuminated by the monitor’s light in front of it. You found it odd at first, that he liked playing in the dark, but realized how much smaller it made the room feel therefore being more comforting to him. Finally gathering all your nerve, you pushed the door open and slipped inside the dark room quickly shutting it behind you. You felt kinda creepy, hiding in the shadows and against the walls of the room but you didn’t want to scare him at a bad point in the game and embarrass him in front of his audience. Watching his monitor from over his shoulder, you thought of a plan as you waited for the round to end. You didn’t want to distract him, so sitting in his lap was a big no; glancing downward though, a grin began to pull at you lips as you finally figured it out.

The game went on for maybe another minute or so before the ending screen played and all the characters began transporting back into the lobby— it was go-time. Silently slinking down to your hands and knees, you slowly crawled over to the side of the chair before hooking your chin over his thigh and gazing up at him. You felt his body jerk slightly at the pressure on his thigh, his gaze shooting down from the monitor and locking onto yours as you grinned at him from the floor. He gaped at you for a second before his hand shot out to mute his mic.

“Baby, what-“

“Just wanna be with you,” You could hear the confusion in his tone before you cut him off with your quiet mumble, sighing softly and closing your eyes as you settled in your place, hands folding to rest in your lap as to not accidentally reach out and wrap around his leg as well. Though, as the room settled into silence your brow furrowed as you lifted your chin off of his thigh to look up at him, mind beginning to race with the thought of making him uncomfortable. “Is... Is that okay? I’m sorry I should’ve-“

“No, no it’s okay bunny, I was just surprised.” It was his turn to cut off your nervous rambling just as you began to spiral, his hand coming down to rest against your jaw tilting your gaze back up until it locked with his again. His eyes drifted over your face as you looked up at him with probably the most lovesick expression painted all over your face, nuzzling into the warmth of his hand. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as you settled your chin back over his thigh, sighing in content. Your eyes were fluttering closed when he spoke up again. “Are you sure you’re okay down there?”

A soft hum was your only response as you shuffled closer to him, finally giving in and wrapping your arms around his calf; he tensed for a moment and you were just about to unravel yourself from him again when he relaxed before a large hand found it’s place atop your head. You could practically feel yourself melt into him as he began to card his fingers through your hair, another soft hum escaping your lips in content as his nails scratched along your scalp. Chuckling softly, he leaned back toward him set up and reached for his mic, the hand in your hair still carding slowly through your locks causing you to shiver every so often when his rings ran along your skin.

“Hey, sorry, (Y/N) just needed to ask me something.” You giggled softly as he lied right through his teeth to his stream-mates. It was harmless though, just a little funny; you couldn’t hear them anyway. Even if you could though, all you could focus on was the hand running continuously over your head despite the game starting up again.

“Nah just what I want to eat, we can literally never decide what to have…” His words trailed off of your focus as your body relaxed even further into his. The soothing motion of his hand beginning to lull you to sleep no matter how much you tried to fight it off. His thumb began to run along the cheek that wasn’t smushed against his thigh as you floated in and out of consciousness, his touch so gentle you’d begin to think you’re made of glass. You could barely make out his mumbled words as his soft touches finally plunged you in the depths of sleep.

“Sweet dreams, princess”

•••

When your eyes fluttered open again they were immediately met with pitch black, which would’ve startled you if not for the solid form resting halfway on top of your body; your mouth pulling into a wide grin as you felt the slow breaths of your person warm the crook of your neck. Reaching toward your nightstand, you pat around blindly until your hand lands on your phone— as much as you didn’t want to move, you didn’t know how much time has passed since you had joined Corpse in his office. Squinting as the light from your phone flooded the room, you quickly turned down the brightness before looking at the time, confirming that you definitely didn’t have anywhere to be for at least the next few hours.

However, as you continued to stare down at your phone you began to scroll through the seemingly never-ending mentions, you only became more and more confused. Finally biting the bullet and tapping on one it immediately opened your screen to Corpse’s Instagram— but more importantly, a picture of you.

There you were, completely relaxed face smushed against his thigh as you slept soundly, but that wasn’t all. That signature hand had taken it’s place carding through your hair just as he did to lull you to sleep. Your heart was already fluttering as you stared at the photo on your screen but you think it might’ve stopped as your eyes caught the caption.

corpsehusband: “sleepy angel”

•••

@.valkyrae: was this during the stream? omg corpse you liar

@.sykkuwu: u guys are so cute

@.jacksepticeye: SIMP

@.bretmanrock: jealous 🙄 corpse baby i thought we had something

@.tinakitten: okay loverboy

•••

hey guys long time no see! i was gonna make a post abt why i was gone for so long but i think that’d be overkill. i’m okay now and i’m very excited to keep writing for you!

i think i’m gonna branch out to other fandoms as well but idk yet. i’m working through the requests in my inbox rn so i’m gonna do those first. gonna open up drabble requests too!

It was almost funny. You’d been waiting for this day for months, skin practically itching as you stared into the endless black abyss that plagued your phone screen; only the deep rumble that came through the mic confirming his presence on the other line. He was anxious, and you’d never dare to push him to do anything he wasn’t completely comfortable with. Of course, you selfishly wished everyday that he’d decide on a whim to press that little button and finally show you the face behind the voice that you fell deeper in love with every passing day; but you knew of his impulsive decisions that he’d later regret as well. So you waited patiently, smiling at the black screen as you assured him every time that you understood and knew he’d share it with you as soon as he was completely sure and comfortable. You know that he’d beat himself up later over the fact that he “couldn’t do something as simple as showing my girlfriend my face” but you knew it’d be better than the downward spiral he’d send himself into if he did something without being completely sure of himself. You’d been sitting on the edge of your seat for months, body shaking with anticipation as you waited for the day he’d say he was ready.

So now that that day was finally here, why were you the one who wanted to crawl right back into that dark abyss?

It wasn’t even a week ago when those fateful words came rumbling through your speakers. You’d been making yourself dinner at the time, laptop propped up on the counter open to the recipe method with that familiar black box sitting in the corner, green light blinking on the screen telling you that someone was behind it watching you. Reading to yourself under your breath, your brows furrowed in concentration as you stared at the screen barely able to process the words while you stirred the steaming pot of pasta atop the stove— when your speaker rang out with words that made your heart stop.

“What would you say if I wanted to come see you in L.A.?” You jumped, eyes widening at the words as you lost your grip on the wooden spoon you’d been stirring with, dropping it straight into the boiling pot. Steaming droplets flew into the air, splashing against the skin of your arm as you yelped rushing to the sink throwing on the cold water and shoving your arm underneath the stream to try and sooth the tiny welts threatening to blister your skin. Whipping your head around back to the laptop on the now-opposing counter you stared wide eyed into the black box.

“Holy shit are you oka-“

“You want to what?” You sputtered, effectively cutting him off, completely forgetting about the burning sensation in your arm as your mind moved a thousand miles a minute trying to process what he’d said a few seconds before.

“Babe, your fucking arm-“

“I’m fine Corpse.” You sighed, taking another breath as you turned around to shut off the water. Grabbing a rag to dry off your arm, you began walking back toward the boiling pot as his words ran through your head. “You want to come see me?”

“Yeah uh..” He trailed off, you could hear some shuffling from his side of the screen as he fidgeted with himself— something he always did when he was nervous. As much as you wanted to comfort him in the moment, your mind was still running with his words scrambling to process them fully. “I uhh, did some extra recording so I could have some time off and uhh..”

“Corpse,” Cutting off his nervous rambling you smiled sweetly at the screen, heart pounding as your mind ran free with the thought of seeing the face behind the voice you’d fallen so helplessly in love with, “I’d love that.”

>>>

That was a week ago now, every late night facetime since then filled with chatter of with plans once you met as time seemed to crawl slowly on by. You did anything to pass the time more quickly— keeping yourself busy by cleaning around your apartment, tidying your things, and making sure everything was perfect; Corpse’s laugh echoing through your phone speaker as you scrambled around your kitchen throwing open the fridge and cupboards as you fretted over what you’d cook for him. He was no help of course, only replying with “Hmm I like pizza” or “If you cooked it, I’ll like it” whenever you tried to pry at his palette. You’d lay awake in your bed after you’d both said goodnight, staring at the ceiling as you thought of the endless possibilities of what you’d do together. Shaking your head you’d squeeze your eyes tight, forcing yourself to sleep so you could be one night closer to finally seeing your other half.

You’d been so excited, practically shaking in your seat as you tried to keep on top of your own work while your mind ran wild. But now as you stared in the mirror, phone on top of the bathroom counter in front of you displaying a text from him letting you know he was only 20 minutes away, all you wanted to do was shrivel up, crawl right into your closet and hide yourself away from the world.

See, you’d made the mistake of getting ready too early, your nerves getting the best of you as you scrambled to put on your makeup and choose an outfit as soon as Corpse messaged you that morning that he was on his way. It was a two hour drive at best without the busy L.A. traffic, you knew that, but nothing could shake the feeling of wanting to make sure everything was perfect. You’d finished getting ready in just over an hour, preening in front of the mirror as you smooth out your top and skirt for the 50th time, running shaky hands through your hair making sure it was just the right amount of fluffy to look like you’d woken up like that. Trying to calm your nerves, you decided to spend some time scrolling through your phone, hopping onto the bathroom counter and swinging your feet as you scrolled. That was your second mistake.

You knew Corpse was in the middle of the most important time in his career, his YouTube was channel taking off and his music that he worked so tirelessly on was blowing up as a result of that. Brand deals and music labels were scrambling, trying to be the first to get him under their contracts but he wouldn’t have any of that. Of course, he was grateful, he’d gone from struggling to pay medical bills the month before to being able to donate $10k to charity this month, but giving his freedom to a contract wasn’t something he was ready for. You were ecstatic at his success, loving being able to watch him finally receive the recognition he deserved; he was grateful for you too, keeping him grounded in all the chaos that surrounded him in every aspect of his life. But you’d seem to have forgotten one little thing that came with that type of fame— the endless attention he got from all his new beautiful fans. You’d never once questioned your relationship with Corpse, sure you kept it quiet from family and friends but that was just something you were both comfortable with. He lived a quiet life and you respected that. But now, as you tapped through his Instagram story of picture after picture of gorgeous girls using his song as they spoke so openly about how much they adored him, you were starting to question yourself.

The pictures seemed to go on forever, every girl just as stunning as the last as you paused and admired each one. They all looked perfect for him, gorgeous smiles painted on flawless faces as their glossy eyes stared into the camera lens. Hopping off the counter you turned around and stared at your reflection in the mirror, not doing anything to ease your mind as your gaze dropped helplessly down to your phone again. Continuing through, you marvelled at their flawless bodies— tiny waists sporting the cutest skirts and curves in all the right places; you would never compare, ever. You didn’t even notice the tears welling up in your eyes until your phone screen became too blurry to see. Blinking hard, you felt them trail slowly down your face, sniffling to yourself as you began to tap on their profiles. That was your third mistake. As you tapped on their photos you scrolled through the comments, endless messages idolizing their beauty and exclamations of how perfect they would be for Corpse. You agreed.

Continuing your scrolling, you jumped as your phone sounded loudly through the room, a banner flashing at the top of your screen displaying a message from the man himself saying he was only a few minutes away; that was the last straw for you. Finally releasing the knot that had been caught in your throat, your body began to shake with sobs. The seemingly endless tears running down your face surely smudging the makeup you’d worked so hard on this morning, but as far as you were concerned in the moment, no one would be seeing it. You couldn’t bare to face him, not when he’d been spending days looking at all these gorgeous girls that were completely in love with him. Phone slipping out of your hand and clattering to the floor you followed slowly after it, knees giving way as your heart dropped down to the pit of your stomach. You leaned your back against the bathtub, pulling your legs up to your chest as you sobbed helplessly into your knees, heart aching with the thought of your soulmate leaving you for these beautiful girls. Heart pounding in your ears and sobs completely taking over your body, you completely missed the soft knocking on your front door until your name was being called out by that oh-so familiar voice. Even with your sobs echoing through the room, he sounded like home.

“(Y/N) are you in there?” Confusion laced his shaky voice as he called out for you only making you sob even harder, you knew how hard it must’ve been for him to even leave his house and here you were, selfishly listening and doing nothing to help. Lifting your head to try and even out your breathing, you looked over to see the blurry outline of the phone that had fallen beside you with the screen lit up. Reaching out with a shaky arm you grabbed it and pulled it to your chest, wiping the tears from your eyes the best you could to try and make out what was on the screen. *Corpsie💞💞 is calling.* Fuck. Taking a second to try and calm your relentless sobs you placed your finger on the screen to answer. If you weren’t going to let him see you, you at least owed him an explanation— no matter how difficult it may be. Pulling another shaky breath through your lungs, you slid your finger across the screen and held the phone up to your ear.

“Corpse-“

“Y’know if you didn’t want to see me you could’ve fucking told me.” Your breath hitched, eyes widening as you listened to him spit the words through your phone receiver. He’d never been this angry, you didn’t even think it was possible for him. You sputtered, mind going blank trying to think of a response when those venomous words came through the phone once again.

“I drove 2 fucking hours to see you, and you can’t even give me the decency of rejecting me to my face?! Fuck, I really thought you were different (Y/N), I really did.” You could hear his heavy footfalls in the background as you assumed he was walking back to his car, your heart splintering with every step he took. Finally finding the words as you heard a car door open and then slam back shut, you tried your best to spit them out through the broken sobs that had crawled back up your throat before it was too late.

“N-No Corpse, p-please I-”

“Just shut the fuck up (Y/N) I- hold on. Are you crying?” The confusion lacing his once venomous tone was it for you. Not being able to hold your tears back any longer, you completely fell apart. Your chest heaved with messy sobs, your heart not able to handle the thought of him leaving you despite that being the reason you didn’t answer the door in the first place. Maybe you could salvage just a little more time with him before you lost him forever.

“Why.. Why are you crying? What’s going on? Are you at home?” You couldn’t even imagine the war he was having with himself inside his head as he tried to decipher your vague words through your stuttering sobs. Now the both of you were hurting over your stupid little insecurities. Trying to get your thoughts in order, you heaved in a shaky breath you opened your mouth to speak.

“I- I’m not g-good for you Corpse,” your voice came out in stuttered breaths pitched just above a whisper. You wished you could find better words, he didn’t deserve this half-assed explanation but it was the best you could do in your weary state of mind. “T-The other girls, they’re s-so pretty. You d-deserve so much better.”

“Is that what this is about?” While the venom in his tone had completely disappeared, the edge in his voice gave away how his guard was still up. Trying to convince yourself that he wasn’t as angry as he was, you swallowed your sobs down your throat forcing yourself to speak again.

“You should be with them, not me-“

“(Y/N) open the door.”

“Wh-What?”

“Baby, open the door.” Edge completely disappearing from his tone, his voice came through the speaker in a pleading whisper. Your mind was overwhelmed, thoughts running a mile a minute as it struggled to keep up with the sudden switch of how he was speaking to you. Was he not angry anymore? Not upset? Why was he speaking to you as if you’d done nothing wrong when 30 seconds ago he sounded like he never wanted to see you again. You couldn’t even make out a coherent thought before you heard soft knocking on your front door once again, his voice being heard from the other side as well as the phone speaker.

“Please baby.”

“O-Okay.” Body moving on its own, you slowly rose to your feet, legs shaking as you stumbled slowly towards the door. Your knuckles were turning white with how hard you were gripping your phone, still holding it to your ear as your thoughts tried to catch up with your body. What were you even doing? You swore you told yourself that you weren’t going to do this, did his voice have that much power over you?

Before you knew it, though, your other hand was grasping your doorknob and turning it slowly. You had just barely opened the door a crack when it burst open, strong arms surrounding you completely as your mind finally caught up with what was happening. Sobs burst from your body, your phone dropping from your hands and crashing to the floor as you sunk into his embrace. He felt like home. Gripping at the back of his sweatshirt you could feel yourself slowly being lowered to the ground as you helplessly cried into his chest. Tucking you snugly into his lap, he leaned back against the now closed door as his chest fell with the breath he’d been holding.

Shushing you gently, he rubbed your back slowly as his other hand ran gently through your hair. No words were shared between you for a long while until your breaths started to slow, your sobs turning into soft sniffles as the soothing motions of his hands lulled you to a complete calm. Pulling your face back from his chest you rested it gently against his shoulder, glancing up at his face through bleary eyes as your breath hitched realizing this was the first time you’d ever seen his face.

God, he was beautiful.

His head was leaned back against the door, eyes closed as his hands continued their soothing motions. Your eyes darted across his face trying to take it all in, the perfect curve of his jaw, the smooth bridge of his nose, high cheekbones sporting a tiny dust of pink; he was perfect. As your gaze trailed back up to his eyes you jumped as you saw one of them peeking open, peering down at you as a small grin began to spread across those oh-so kissable rosy lips. Your mind went completely blank as your mouth gaped open.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Right back at you princess.” The deep rumble of his voice that filled the empty air of the room had you practically melting in his arms; it was so different in person. Pulling his hand from running through your hair, he rested it gently against jaw, face turning so he could look at you fully. You watched as his eyes wandered across your face, completely mesmerized at you stared back taking all of him in. His thumb ran gently across your cheek, then right under your eye smoothing away the last stray tears that wandered down your face. You knew you probably looked a downright mess, but with the way he stared at you like you made the world turn, you couldn’t be bothered anymore.

“You are so fucking perfect, so perfect for me. You’re it for me baby...” The mumbled promises poured endlessly from his lips, not leaving room for the denials that had been lying at the tip of your tongue. You don’t think you could disagree with anything he said again with the way he was looking at you, his lips curving around every word so beautifully as you continued to memorize every inch of his face. How could he keep this from you for so long, depriving you of the greatest treasure as it waited right around the corner. Body finally catching up with your thoughts, you shook your head gently, lifting a hand and pushing it against his face; a deep chuckle escaping his mouth as he pulled his own hand from your cheek to grab at yours, pulling it down a bit as he pressed his lips against each of your fingertips as his eyes stared into your own.

“Y’know, you really fucking scared me there.” A wide grin spread across his face as he turned your hand around and began to press soft kisses against your knuckles. Shaking your head, you glanced at your clasped hands and how his completely dwarfed your own as he began to trail his soft kisses up your wrist; a small smile painting itself on your face while you giggled underneath your breath at his antics.

“There’s that pretty smile.” Face heating, you turned to bury your face in his shoulder as your whined at his words. You could feel his grin widen against your arm, a chuckle being pulled from his lips as he dropped your hand into your lap in favour of once again burying it in your hair. “Hey, no more hiding.”

“Or what?” You challenged as you turned your face to peek at him from the corner of your eye, watching as he shook his head disapprovingly. Giving in, you pulled your face back to once again be mesmerized by his loving gaze. But as you watched as his eyes flick from your own, down to your grinning lips then back up again you could feel your heart begin to beat hard in your chest. You’d been waiting for this for forever and fuck if you were going to let your insecurities stand in your way.

“I.. I really want to kiss you right now.”