Summary: you and Corpse are dating and you two have been living together for a while now. You've been really stressed out because of work and he tries to cheer you up a bit being the adorable dork that he is.

Genre: fluff?

Warnings: swearing

Requested? No

Word count: 1051

Lately, you've been very stressed out and your boyfriend has definitely noticed it. Your publisher requires a lot more work of you than normal, which is almost impossible considering how hard you work already. Late evenings have become early mornings a while ago. You'd normally finish writing around 9. Then it became 11, then 12, and now it's often 3 AM when you're finally satisfied with your work. No, when Mark, that work-crazy publisher of yours is satisfied.

Corpse being Corpse, has been even more caring (if that's even possible) and with that, he's also getting more stressed himself. With all of his responsibilities of streaming, filming, and editing for his Youtube, you don't want him to worry about you. You know that it's going to be too much very soon, and he'll break down. Every time Corpse breaks down, your heart does too. It's so painful watching him hurt like that, and every time you wish you could just take all the pain away and protect him forever in your own little bubble.

Because you keep working till 3, every time he finishes working in his own room after 12 AM he'll try to get you to bed but end up defeated every time. That's when he comes to bring you tea, some snacks, and if your lucky a shoulder massage. You're so grateful of him and show it by showering him with cuddles and kisses after you finish all of your work up.

Right now it's 10 and you've been working non-stop since noon. The dinner Corpse brought you at 7 has cooled down entirely and is just sitting on the corner of your messy desk. There are papers everywhere and you're just as much of a mess as your desk. Mark had given you the assignment of 4 chapters turned in by midnight at 11 this morning. That gave you 13 hours to finish 4 chapters. 4 fucking chapters! One chapter is like, 20 pages long! And then the editing of the grammar and correct phrases... That's not humanly possible. You only took 2 bathroom brakes today and now here you are. In your studio, at 10 PM with not even 4 chapters done. You walk into you and Corpse's shared bedroom, grab a pillow, and you just scream as loud as you can. That relieved quite some tension.

Quickly getting back to your studio, you almost bump into the door of your bedroom. "fucking hell!" you scowl as you stumble back a bit. The house is quiet again quickly after you recover from almost falling. Corpses studio is isolated and so is yours, so whenever you come home, it's deadly quiet most of the time.

It's now a little past 12 and you tried to turn your assignment in as soon as possible, being 10 minutes late though. That little mistake cost you a 20-minute lecture over the phone from the angry publisher. You give a deep sigh as you slide down further in your chair putting your face in your hands. A knock on the door shakes you out of your thoughts. The door opened slowly letting the light of the hallway and a black mop of curls inside. "hey baby" Corpse says in a soft but raspy voice. "you okay?' You pout at him as your response. He opens his arms letting you walk into his chest. He puts his hands behind your knees, signaling for you to jump as you do so. "let's get you to bed hmm." you give a small nod and give his neck a soft kiss.

Corpse just laid you under the soft duvet and kissed your forehead before walking off. You laid there, almost falling asleep but not yet without his presence. He comes back a few minutes later, carrying some tea, chocolate, and a hot water bottle. "You know I'm on my period?" You ask, adoration in your voice. The warmth of your boyfriend spreads under the duvet as he joins you and pecks your nose, "Of course baby. We've been dating for almost a year now. I know everything about you." He says dragging out the first e.

Tomorrow is Saturday, so you know this is going to be the most sleep you've had in a while. "Whatcha thinking about?" Your boyfriend asks with his head nuzzled in your neck, making him barely audible. "nothing much. Just how much I love you." okay, okay, your reply was cheeky, but c'mon! You love the bean. "Always and forever?". "Yes Corpse. Just you and me, Always Forever." He pushes his head even further in the crook of your neck tickling you with his hair. You let out a giggle and push your shoulder up a bit. "Okay, Corpse, can you even breathe in there?!" A muffled "nope" comes out. You giggle again and attempt to push him away to which he dramatically fake cries, "nooooooo!!" "Corpsie, sorry love, but your lungs kinda need oxygen!" He would rather choke than stop cuddling you, no doubt in that. "Alright Corpsie, I have a present if you look up." You smirk to yourself knowing how much he loves presents. The mop of curls quickly sprung away from your neck, and he looked at you with those irresistibly big puppy eyes. "A present?" Man's 23 and he manages to speak with the biggest UwU voice ever to be heard. "here you go you big teddy bear". You start giving him small kisses all over his face and in no time his face is as red as can be. Ending the surprise attack, you give him a soft but passionate kiss on his lips. Corpse tasted chocolate, which isn't surprising considering you both just ate some. you pull away and laugh at his flushed face. A small push being sent your way. "shut up!"

Both of you lay cuddled up against each other for a while. You fall asleep soon after the little smooch session, whereas Corpse lays awake a little longer. Of course, he hates his sleep disorders, but at this moment he's glad that he's still awake, 'cause he gets to admire your beauty while you're peacefully lying in his arms. Not long after, Corpse himself falls asleep too, not quite aware that he'd wake up the next morning with 7 hours of sleep in his system.

Hey guys, This is my first fic! if you have any comments or help, please leave them, I'd love to get feedback! Also, The title is supposed to be in cursive, but Tumblr on my phone is being weird so I uploaded it like this on PC.

Summary: Your a Youtuber and in a stream you see this pen-pal app and download it, creating an account. This all happened months ago. The guy you met on there was amazing, and you talked for months until he just... stopped.

Genre: Angst?

warnings: swearing, fighting

Requested? No

Word count: 1402

I believe everyone deserves a second chance. No matter how difficult things are. No matter how ugly things got. But maybe sometimes, the problem is that I believe too much. Seeing good in every person, while of course, some people are just... not good.

But that's not how this story goes. No, he is good. I am a hundred percent sure of that. The question is, 'is he willing to change and show that side of him?'. I guess we won't find out if I don't reach out to him huh?

The grey laptop is on my couch, still warm from the last time I used it just an hour ago. Grabbing myself some hot chocolate I lay down on the soft pillows and pull my blanket up to my chest. Whilst finally deciding I'm comfortable in this position I grab the laptop again and open it, typing in my password. The device starts up, letting me in.

"miaow" a soft purring comes from the ground. My cat, Athena, jumps on the couch as soon as I pat it. "Hey there gorgeous" I greet her. The laptop dings, making it clear that it's ready to be used. I give it my full attention again. Should I really open Zaira?

Zaira is an online penpal app where you can anonymously make friends. I signed up about 2 years ago and never really managed to find someone I really hit it off with. You know, I just couldn't find the words to talk to any of the people who messaged me. My anxiety not really helping with making friends, of course, I thought meeting them online would be easier. I was wrong. 

No one understood me, which isn't really surprising. I'm a bookworm, but also a gamer. I have lots of hobbies but not quite the energy to pursue them. The only thing that still has me uploading videos and streaming is the money and my supporters. My supporters standing first on the list, of course. I upload mostly gaming videos under the name Void. I go faceless. I never really liked my appearance for that matter.

I hesitate but still open it. The familiar logo greets me and only a moment after that my only friend on the site shows up, bringing back memories.

Zaira? What's this? "An online penpal app where you can add strangers and make friends. Now free in the AppStore!" I read the description out loud for my viewers. "Should I download it guys?" I ask the live chat, hoping they would say yes. Soon enough I get the confirmation from them and I click the button, hoping it won't take too long to download. I create a profile typing in my bio: 'Bookworm, Gamer, Weeb :)' The chat confirms that that pretty much describes me making me laugh. "Perhaps we can actually meet some cool people on here guys! Who knows?""Alright." I scroll through the site, reading people's bios until one of them spots the fans' eyes. The comments are going crazy fast right now. "click them!""omg Void, you have to message Sasori!" and more comments like that. I click on the profile, reading it's bio. Their given name is Sasori Matsudo. I laugh, explaining to some of the viewers that don't watch anime that these are names from Naruto and Death Note. "I suggest you watch them. those are some good animes!".

I smile at the memories and click on his profile. "Sasori Matsudo" the name rolls off my tongue. I chuckle "not a weeb huh?" Slowly looking through the messages, the familiar empty feeling enters my body again. To be honest, it never left. Ever since the fight, it was always there, following my every step. I close my eyes, letting the painful memories flood in again.

"I just don't understand why you can't talk about it with me!" your voice is slightly raised as you hold the phone in your shaking hand. "Because I just can't, okay! I can't keep throwing all of my shit onto you. you know I could never do that!" The man you know as Corpse yells back. You're both stressed out and upset, and this is the worst fight you ever had. You had decided to message 'Sasori Matsudo' on Zaira, and you two grew close very quickly. After 4 months of chatting on the site, he gave you his number. Not long after, he told you That he's the famous Youtuber known as Corpse Husband. You began to watch his videos and enjoyed them a lot, telling him so. In the fifth month of you two knowing each other, You started to call each other once in a while. That turned into calling every day, and soon you were calling more than 4 hours a day.

Your voice softens at his upset tone, realizing you're not the only one hurt here. You give a deep sigh before talking into your phone again. "I'm always here for you Corpse. I don't care how many times you call me, even if it's in the middle of the night. You make me feel better, you make me happy, and I want to be there for you. Please don't shut me out like this." you're practically begging at this point. He can't shut you out! Not like this.

"Void... You know I love you. Please, keep doing what you're doing, keep making videos and baking, and all the little things I love about you. But I just can't continue doing this to you. I'm sorry." He speaks up. The low voice you adore so much is soft and trembling. He sounds like he could break down crying any time now. "No, please, Corpse! Please don't leav-"

your phone lets out a long beep cutting you off. Breaking down crying, you hurl your hand against your mouth, attempting to silence your sobs. On the other side of the line, the man with the curly black mop on his head is doing the same. Tears flow down both of your eyes as void fills your hearts.

It hurts, but he knows he had to do this. He was always troubling you with his feelings, and he couldn't even show you his face! What kind of friend is that? Loud sobs take over his apartment, as his heart hurts, knowing he can't talk to you again.

And he didn't.

You lay on the couch, clenching your blanket awfully hard. You don't notice the tears streaming down your face till Athena climbs onto your lap and licks them off. You cuddle her in an attempt to comfort yourself, as the dark feeling in your chest grows stronger. 

You open a new tab and type in his number. All the old messages show up. He probably blocked you, but you have to try. He wanted you to be happy, but then why did he leave you?!

After that night, he never messaged you again. Did he really not want to talk to you anymore? You ask yourself.

But all Corpse has been doing is lay in bed and upload videos once in a while. His followers noticed something is off, and so has his friends. He's acting off whenever he streams and rarely jokes around anymore. 

You text him a simple 'how are you' and close your laptop after. The next day you check if he's replied. Nothing. You keep checking for two weeks, but nothing comes in. It's over. He's not coming back. You begin sobbing and lift yourself from the couch, scaring a sleeping Athena. You jog to the kitchen and shove everything off the counter, breaking some cups and plates in the process. Sliding down against the sink, you put your face in your hands, letting out an ear-piercing scream. The weight of the world is crashing down on you, and all you can do is cry and scream. The daydream is finally over.

Corpse saw your message.  He's tried messaging you so many times, but each time he holds himself back. All he wants is to talk to you, but he knows he shouldn't. Well, that's what he believes is best. Every day he thinks about you, thinking that you have already forgotten him, though it's the opposite. You think about him every day, remembering all of the memories. 

All the laughs and all the cries. All the comforts, to final goodbyes.

Hey Guys! I hope you're okay after this lil angsty piece of crap lmao. I tried my best. Anyways, if you have any comments or feedback, I always appreciate it! Oh, and 200 notes on 'Grocery Shopping'?!!??? Y'all are crazy, thank you so much!

If you liked this, my taglist is always open and so are my requests!

Part 4 of the Grocery Shop series

Genre: Fluff?

Warnings: Swearing

Requested? Kind of

Word count: 1347

Here goes nothing.

You walk up to the apartments and look for his address. It's not that hard to find, seeing as the place isn't that big. Although you were kinda hoping it would take you a little longer, so you can calm your nerves, you're glad because you finally get to see him again. Standing in front of the door, you adjust your shirt. It is pretty warm out, which isn't weird, considering where you are, but that spikes your heart rate even more.

A soft knocking rings through Corpse's ears. He probably wouldn't have heard it if he wouldn't be waiting for it. He wipes his palms on his trousers before opening the door. For the first time in a month, he sees you again, and a blush creeps onto his face. 

You're wearing a casual white T-shirt and some shorts, all very simple, but it fits you amazingly in his eyes.

You two look at each other for a few seconds, a smile on your face. Corpse then takes the initiative and wraps you in a hug. You hold each other tightly. With your head on his chest, you can hear his heartbeat fast. "Hi." One of you spoke up after a while. You are both too tired to realize who said it.

You finally let go and look him in the eyes. Well, the one eye that wasn't covered by his mask. The hazel-brown color gives off a happy vibe as it twinkles. "It's good to see you again." That deep voice you have grown used to speaks up. You smile, "Yeah. I've missed you." Both of you are so sleep-deprived at the moment and no one seems to bother filtering their words. 

Corpse opens the door a little wider, allowing you to walk inside. You give him a quick smile and take off your shoes. "You want something to drink?" he asks. "Sure! Just water please."

Corpse had already walked ahead, to what you assume is the kitchen. The clinking of glass sounds as you wander in his direction. The dark-haired man turns around and gives you your glass. 

It's a little awkward at first, considering this is the second time you guys meet, but shortly after you get a little looser and more comfortable with each other. You are now lying on his couch with hot chocolate in your hands. Corpse is sitting in front of you with his guitar in his hands. After you found out he owns one, you had practically begged him to play something. 

So here you are now, wrapped in a blanket, a hot drink, and Corpse playing some songs. He had already played stuff like All of me, and A-team, to which you happily sang along. You are in the middle of listening to him play Say you won't let go when the music suddenly stops. Immediately zoning back in you look at him, confused. "Hold on, let me just-" He cuts himself off as he grabs his phone from the table. 

"Whatcha doing, bub?" You ask, still a bit sad he's not playing anymore. His style was amazing to listen to, you loved it. He puts his phone back down and just looks you straight in the eyes again, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Corpseeee?" You ask, stretching out the e. "Yeeeeesss?" He asks pulling the same trick on you. "What did you do?"

"I Uhmm... I ordered fries and chicken nuggets from MacDonalds..." He answers, sounding like a child that did something wrong. "Are you kidding me?" He's about to apologize to you when you beat him to talking "I fucking love you, dude!" 

Relief washes over him. He sighs and slumps back into his chair, but not before hitting your arm "I thought you were mad at me! Don't ever look at me that way again!" You start laughing and soon enough Corpse joins in. 

"Did I ever tell you, I love your laugh?" You ask him, now serious again. "I'm pretty sure you did. Like a million times."

"well, I do. It's so nice to listen to!" You rest your head on your hand and look at him in amazement. "It's like, you have your voice, and it sounds all deep and cool and intimidating, and then your laugh is so adorable and cute!" Not noticing that you're rambling, you keep talking about him for a while. Corpse just sits there and listens to your voice. He almost falls asleep, seeing as it's almost 5 AM when the doorbell rings. "CHICKEN NUGGETS!!" you suddenly scream, scaring him awake. "Dear God, Y/N WHY?" You laugh it off as he goes to the door.

**Small time skip brought to you by The Gongoozler (You wouldn't get it)**

“Listen, we have to move on. The past is in the past Y/N. What we have now is everything!” Corpse said, trying to keep a serious face.

 “Apologise for eating my chicken nuggets you little shit!” You dryly said. This only made him burst into laughter for the hundredth time this night.

“Oh, god, you’ve insulted me! Whatever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scarred for years!" He said in a horrible ancient accent, which only became worse due to his laughter. A small smile crept onto your face. That quickly turned into you two both laughing your asses off for at least 10 minutes. "Co- Corpse, I can't bre- breath" You attempted to tell him in between wheezing.

After a while, your laughter died down again. Now you were lying on the couch, your head in his lap. He's tracing figures on your arm. It's already 7 in the morning and both of you had quite the night. It tired you out extremely making you fall asleep a few times before quickly waking up again.

"Y/N?" Corpse spoke up in a gentle manner. "Yeah, bubs?" You shift your head so that you're looking up to him.  "Could I- No wait, nevermind, it's dumb."

You sit up and hug his torso. "Hey! Don't say that. I bet it's not, and even if it is, I won't laugh bubba." You pout. "Do you promise not to laugh?" he was greeted with a finger in his face. "Pinky promise!" He stuck out his pinky and wraps it around yours. 'It's amazing how much bigger his hand is!' You think to yourself.

Corpse shifts a bit and you sit back on the couch again. He looks like he's fighting with himself before his eye meets yours. You give him a reassuring smile and Corpse nods. He then reaches for his face. You're confused until you realize he's reaching for his mask. And you were right. Corpse slowly pulls it off and immediately looks down at his lap. You stare at him in awe before gently grabbing his chin and bringing it up with your hand. You could now see both of his eyes. The hazel color springing out by his simple eyeliner. His black hair looks even curlier now. "Corpse..."

His head drops again. "No, no no! That's not what I meant!" you quickly add. Suddenly he feels two warm hands on the sides of his face. His eyes meet yours again and then drop to your warm smile. "Corpse, you are so gorgeous! You are so handsome and incredibly beautiful, and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise!"

A bright smile appears on his face. He wraps you in a hug again, tacking you on the couch. "I love you, Y/N." He whispers in your ear. "I love you too, Corpse."

He gets up after a while and holds out his hand. "Would you care to dance?" you take his hand and stand up too. "Gladly. "

He clicks something on his phone and your favorite song starts playing. You smile and grab his shoulder. You waltz away while Joji plays in the background.

The sun is almost fully up, and birds are chirping outside. And here you are, dancing in his arms. Safe and secure. This is all you could ever ask for.\

The End

Hey guys! I'm so sorry it took me so long! (And that it's such a bad chapter omg) It's just been shit here, my grandpa is sick, my country went into a lockdown again and my mental health is just dead.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter though! If you found any mistakes, please point them out. Also, I love to read your comments/opinions on the story, so keep commenting!  Take care, lovelies :)

For a sequel, send me an ask! I will write one if I have a few of them!

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Hey guys, I'm sorry for not posting for a while. My grandpa got sick (Covid) a while ago and has been in the hospital ever since. Today when I was at school my father called saying his condition got worse. We finally got hope after a little while, cause he had been improving, which we didn't expect.

But uhm, my father called me and picked me up from school. His condition had gotten really bad, to the point where he couldn't breathe on his own anymore. Today my family and I said goodbye to him, and at 2 PM my mother called, saying they had pulled the plug.

I'm probably not going to post for a little while and I just felt like I needed to share this. Thanks for listening to me if you're still here. Stay safe, and please, please follow the safety guidelines.

This is a picture of my and my mom in the hospital in his final hours

Hey guys! I'm thinking about ending the series with one last chapter. What do you think? Should I do a few more chapters, or end it here? Anyway, do any of you have any recommendations for the storyline? Like, should they start dating in one last chapter/epilogue or do I end it with them being friends? Should I go into their future, or do they go out with one last chapter about now? Let me now what you think please! Thanks! I love and appreciate every one of you!!

 "You have to move on. It's in the past now."

Hi guys! I am so terribly sorry it's taking me so long. Today I felt a little bit better and I pushed myself to pick writing back up. I'm writing the final chapter for the Grocery Shop series right now. It will be up at, or before 4 PM CET (7 AM PST)

If you want an epilogue, please send an ask. If there are enough asks, I'll write one! (my standards aren't that high, so 10 asks is probably enough)