#yourpov

[ you found a note outside the pharmacy. ]

[ it was weighted by a stone. ]

Second part of the Grocery Shop series!

no summary this time. I guess you'll just have to find out!

Genre: Fluff?

Warnings: Swearing

Requested? Kind of??

Word count: 1131

'He nuzzles his head into your neck a little further, and you giggle. This all seems so familiar. It seems so right. This moment with her causes him to feel like he's known her forever. It's a pleasant, warm feeling. Is this what people mean when they say a person can feel like home?'

Your encounter with Corpse has already been a month ago. You two exchanged names and numbers in the park. At first, you were a little taken aback by the name, but you'd grown to love it. 

Corpse was scared that you would think he was a murderer or a creep and never talk to him again when he had given you his name. After how much you helped him, it would be awful if you would neglect him now.

Ever since that day, you have barely left his mind. During streams, his friends would often joke around because he kept zoning out.

That feeling he felt when you held him in your arms was indescribable. He felt safe and comforted, which he hadn't felt in a long time. When he got home after you met, he plopped down on his couch with the biggest smile on his face. 

The familiar tune of your ringtone echoes through your bedroom as you lay in your soft bed. You get excited, knowing that it's Corpse based on the song playing.

You pick up and greet him, excitement clear in your voice. "Hey, Bubs!" He always pretends like he hates the nickname, but in reality, he loves it. It's adorable, and you always manage to make him feel shy whenever you call him that.

Just to get you back, he always responds with something flirty, like the iconic "Whaddup baby?" getting you flustered every time. This time he chooses to go for "'Sup babe?" he grins to himself as he says it and twirls around in a circle in his gaming chair.

"Whatcha doing?" you respond, making the o longer.

"Just calling a dork at the moment. You?" You can hear the humor in his voice as you imagine him smirking on the other side of the line. Your gut feeling is correct, as he is smirking, but you don't know that.

An offended look spreads over your face, followed by a pout. You send him a picture of your expressions right now, and you can hear him laugh into his phone. "I am NOT cute! And I'm not a dork! How dare you. I happen to be calling an idiot who clearly doesn't know how to treat a woman." You try to stifle your laughter and stay in character but fail completely as you crack up.

Both of your laughter turned into giggles and now calmed down. You're quiet for a minute, just appreciating the presence of each other. Even over the phone, Corpse feels safe. As long as he's talking to you, he believes nothing can hurt him. You get the same feeling and hope that it never goes away. You wish you could go see him, but with his anxiety, you know you probably can't.

Corpse had explained to you why his mask only reveals a small part of his face, and you respect his wishes to remain faceless completely. He was surprised, assuming you would want to know the face of someone you had been calling almost every day. Every time he had revealed something about himself to what he thought you would bail, you stayed. The anti-social man wasn't used to this kind of acceptance. Especially since you are always so quick to assure him that you aren't going anywhere.

"Hey, Y/N, are you lying in bed right now?" a deep voice spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Yeah. I have been the entire day dude. You know me."

"Fuck, Y/N! Get up and go drink some water right now!" Corpse demands

You sigh, exaggerating it to make sure Corpse hears you. He laughs and just replies with a "chop, chop."

You stretch for a bit after you've slowly gotten up and walk towards the kitchen with your phone in your hand. "Alexa, connect my phone to the speakers!" You yell.

Alexa replies, and right after, you can hear Corpse in the whole house. "Yo, Corpsie! I can hear you literally everywhere now! It's very, very loud."

He chuckles, sending vibrations through your body. It may be a little too loud...

You grab a cup of water and gulp it down, then filling it up again. "Hey, bubs?"

The low voice rings through your ears as he mutters "yeah" in entertainment. "Uhm, how about- wait, do you have access to your roof?"

"Yeah, I do. Why?" he drags out the y in a questioning tone, wondering what you're up to this time. "Go grab yourself some snacks and a warm blanket! We're gonna go stargazing!"

You rummage through the cabinets in the kitchen in search of food. After a few minutes, you've managed to gather a chocolate bar, some chocolate-chip cookies, and an apple. "Corpseeeee" You whine while grabbing a thermos flask.

"Yes, darling, what is it?" he sarcastically asks as he's filling up a bottle of water.

"what foods did you get?" You ask as innocently as you can. Corpse sighs, already being done with your bullshit, but also loving every second of it. He looks at his counter, taking in all the food in front of him. "I got... a bag of M&Ms, a Mars bar, and some popcorn. I also got myself a bottle of water."

"Oh yeah, I'm filling up a thermos flask with hot chocolate as we speak!"

Your tongue slightly slips out of your mouth as you focus on filling the can. When you finally get it, without spilling anything, you cheer in victory. "Not a dork, you said?" Corpse laughs. "Oh, shut it! You know as much as I do how clumsy I am. But I managed to pour all of the hot chocolate into the flask without spilling anything or burning myself!" you proudly say. 

And you really are proud of yourself! Yesterday you somehow managed to hurt yourself while grabbing the TV remote. And don't get me started on walking. Words can literally not describe how fucking awful you are at walking. Just normal walking seems to be the hardest thing in the world sometimes.

"You ready to go to the roof, bubs?" you ask your friend.

"Hold on, let me just get a blanket." you hear the stairs thumping as Corpse runs away. 

"Alright, then. Seems like it's just you and me now, buddy!" you say to your cat, Nina. You hear the stairs again, and a second later, Corpse is back on the phone, though he is out of breath.

"Well then, Y/N. Let's go stargazing!"

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The night sky was glittering above you but the edges of you vision were blocked by the maze walls. Each time the hammock rocked the stone walls entered your peripheral vision marring the beauty of the stars. The slight breeze that was swinging you stopped and the stillness felt eerie and your ears strained for any sounds to penetrate the growing silence.

A shift of your head and a glance at the other sleeping gladers told you that no one else seemed to be bothered by this unearthly quiet. Turning you face upwards again you sat up and got out of the lightly woven hammock removing the thin, but warm blanket from your body.

Your bare feet hitting the cool ground sent shivers racing down your spine and shooting goosebumps along your arms. You started to tip toe towards towards the distant embers that had been that nights bonfire but quickly stepped back again to grab your blanket, the air was just at that uncomfortable temperature.

Approaching the fire your ears started to pick up the occasional crackle and pop. The noise somehow comforted you. It was familiar. Safe. You selected your favourite log and sat down wrapping yourself in the cloth, staring into the dying fire. The night had been loud and bright. The boys had partied long into the night, drinking mugs upon mugs of light alcohol, the amount had far from paled in comparison of how much of Frypan’s broth had been consumed.

Absentmindedly your fingers searched the nearby ground to find a twig or two before tossing them gently into the warmth. Your eyes lit up as the twigs caught and burned brightly for a few seconds before crumpling into ashes. Spurred by the light you stood and tossed a larger plank onto the fire to help the fire stay alive.

After sitting back down again you rolled sideways to lie on your side facing the fire, flickering shadows danced and the heat was pleasant. Your eyelids did what anyone else’s would have done, they started to droop, before finally closing. You lay there. Surrounded in your brown blanket listening to the fire chuckle away slowly eating the wood.

Before long you heard foot steps, so you cracked an eye open and watched as Newt and Minho rounded the log pile on the other side of fire and slumped down to the ground, both leaning against a tree trunk.

“Eighteen days Minho, eighteen days.” Newt let his head role back so his face was lit by the stars and his chin and neck ghosted by the light of the flames. Minho shuffled one leg out to be straight in front of him before replying,

“Are we still talking about how long it’s been since we got a decent meal out of the kitchens,” he grinned sliding his eyes towards Newt. “ or something else?” It was then you realised that they hadn’t noticed that you were laying on the other side of the flames listening to them but you were a curious person so you stayed still and listened.

“No, I mean her. Since she came up in the box. I don’t know what to do with her.” He brought his head back down to watch the flames, running his fingers through his silky blonde waves. “She seems to be good at everything. Except for cutting down trees. I just don’t know where to put her.”

“She has the speed and smarts for a runner and we need more runners. Why don’t you put her there? She can run with me until she’s learnt enough to go out there on her own.”

“But she makes amazing food, I don’t know if I can pass that up,” Newt and Minho chuckled, “seriously though, being a runner is dangerous. It’s hard and she could get hurt. I’m not sure if I could watch the happen to her. What if she didn’t make it back before the doors closed.” Newt looked at Minho and away again before sighing and muttering, “I think I’m getting fond of the lass, shuck me.”

“Not wanting someone to die in the maze doesn’t mean that you like them you know.” Minho picked up a stick lying next to him and pocked the embers, creating a trail of little star-like ashes floating into the sky. Newt hunched his shoulders and said,

“No, I think I like her more then that, more then what I feel for all you shuck faces, like I think I could really really like her.” Before straightening up again and grabbing the stick from Minho and roughly thrusting it into the fire. The explosion of sparks was sudden and unexpected and would have disguised your gasp if a couple of the floating ashes had not landed on your blanket and started blossoming into a full flame.

You yelped and tossed your blanket away from you and all three of us watched as it began to glow and burn. Newts wide eyes turned to you. And he said something. “What,” you said distractedly still staring in awe and disbelief at your rug.

“How much of that did you hear?”

“All of it.” You smirked stepping closer to him. Newt gulped, his throat bobbing as he look down at you.

“Any chance you could erase that from your mind?”

“Nope!” You said popping the ‘P’ before turning on your heel and heading to the storage shack to get a new blanket.

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[ You feel like the pharmacist is getting worse by the day. ]

[ she keeps on spacing out randomly and generally looking withdrawn. ]

[ You wonder... ]

[ Maybe you should ask her what's wrong? ]

It's been a while since the pharmacist came out with new vitamins.

She's been looking tired.

And stressed.

But she refused any help.

You heard her one time. In the backroom.

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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.

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Part 3 of the Grocery Shop series

I am so sorry It took me so long to upload! I've been having a really bad writers block.

Genre: Fluff?

Warnings: Swearing

Requested? Kind of

Word count: 1150

"Well then, Y/N. Let's go stargazing!"

You have all of your food wrapped up in a thick blanket and hold your phone in your other hand. You turn it on to look at the time. 20:24 (8:24 PM). As you're climbing up the stairs in your house, you almost slip, causing Corpse to laugh. A smile grows on your face as you hear this. "you know, your laugh is so cute, Corpsie!"

He sighs, not believing you. You know that he doesn't, but keep complimenting him in the hope that one day he will see for himself how amazing he is.

Every time you have the chance to compliment him, you do so. The same goes for Corpse. You have only known each other for a month now, but it feels like forever. You've grown very close, and Corpse thinks he's actually comfortable with speaking to you in real life now. Of course, he'll be nervous, but it's worth it.

"You okay there?" He asks laughing, his voice laced with concern.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Almost fell, though." When you said you were clumsy, you really meant it! Corpse thought. You finally arrived at the top of the stairs and opened the door. A warm breeze greeted you as the fresh, California air filled the hallway. Corpse hears the wind blowing on your microphone and informs you he's almost at his roof. After a few seconds, he arrives too, the wind coming from both of your microphones now.

You set everything up. The blanket is probably gonna need a wash after this, but who cares. At the other end, Corpse finished setting up just now. His blanket is lying on the roof with a water bottle and his snacks beside it. "Hey, Corpsie?" He hears the voice he adores so much ask. "Yeah?"

"Do you know that song about the stars?" 

"Y/N. Are you kidding me? Do you know how many fucking songs there are, about the stars?!" Corpse laughs.

"Yeah, but like, the Uhm... Ugh fuck, The stargazing one!" You huff out, frustrated.

A Smirk grows on his face. "Well then, how about you sing it for me, babe?" Hell fucking no. If this dude thinks you would do that, he doesn't know you at all! "Corpse... No."

"But how else would I know what song it is, darling?" He speaks up. "Corpse, you know I can't sing! I won't fucking do this." You're whining at this point.

"Oh, but I don't know. You just said that you can't. C'mon, just sing. You know I wouldn't judge you!"

It's quiet for a minute before you finally give in. You softly start singing.

"And I will still be here stargazing  I'll still lookup, lookup, lookup for love  Stars don't disappear; they keep blazing  Even when the night is over, That's how I find the light"

Silence fills the air again, and you immediately regret singing that for him. Corpse is quick to react as if he knows how you feel. "I loved it." Just a little bit of doubt leaves your heart and is replaced by happiness. That warm feeling that was always there if Corpse was there too. "Really, Y/N, it was amazing! I was expecting something, but wow... That was just-" He cuts himself off with a chuckle.

"Thanks, Bubs. I really appreciate it."

**Time skip to 01:17 brought to you by Heehoo (You wouldn't get it)**

"Why did we even grab blankets?" Corpse asks with a puzzled look on his face.

"Well, otherwise, it would be weird. You don't go stargazing without a blanket!" He laughs at your dorkiness. "You know what?" He says, hands up in surrender. "That actually kinda makes sense."

A satisfied smile grows on your face as you pop a cookie into your mouth. You lay on the roof in silence for at least 10 minutes, just enjoying each other's presence. That tends to happen a lot during your calls lately. You have both grown very comfortable with each other, and it's a nice feeling.

"You know what this night reminds me of?" You ask whilst looking at the stars. You kind of get lost in their beauty for a moment when Corpses' voice snaps you out of your trance. "Tell me, babe."The smirk on his face is clear in his voice. You let out a gasp, "I thought I told you to stop fucking calling me that! If I were with you right now, I would've hit you!" you huff. The man stays silent for a while, and you quickly get concerned. "Corpse?" It's still silent, although now you can hear his breaths, calming your concerns a little.

"You there, bubs?" You softly spoke up. Corpse awed at your voice. He'd always found it adorable. His nerves grew again as he spoke up with a hesitant tone in his voice.

"Would you... Uhm, fuck. Uhh, would you maybe wanna err.. come over?" He stuttered, scratching his neck.You were taken aback, not quite expecting him to ask that. Your surprised expression quickly turned into a smile. "Yeah. Yeah, bubs, I would love that."

He smiles, quickly grabbing his phone in his hand to text you the address. You immediately got it and packed your stuff up, eager to meet the man again. His apartment is about a 20-minute drive from your house if there's no traffic along the way. You had hung up when you started to get your stuff. Both of you, wanting to prepare yourselves for what's about to happen.

Corpse is busy trying to clean the whole apartment before you come over. He doesn't own a lot of stuff, but there are glasses and takeout boxes everywhere. After hastily checking over the whole place three times, he reapplies his eyeliner in the bathroom and checks his hair in the mirror. "Okay, dude, you got this. It's just Y/N. You've been talking to her for weeks. WHAT ARE YOU NERVOUS ABOUT!?" He yells at himself as he spays himself with a nice smelling deodorant.

At that same moment, you are in your car, stressing out about what you're going to say to him. Do you hug him? Do you just wave? "Oh, for fucks sake, I'm way too awkward for this! I'm gonna mess it up within the first 5 minutes, bet!"

You park your car in the driveway. It doesn't seem too busy, seeing as there are only a few cars. So either, a lot of teens live here, and they're still out. The people that live here don't own cars. Or there's just not a lot of people living here. You sit in the car for a few seconds in attempt to pull yourself together. You pull your phone out again. It reads 2:04. Finally your heart rate slows down a little, and you step out of the car, locking it.

Here goes nothing.

Hey guys! Again, I'm so sorry it took me so long! 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 :)

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