A/N: got a boost of energy this week and felt like it hihi don't know if anyone will even read this, but ty for joining the ride 💛
A/N: also, TQM is basically RR, with a little twist to fit y/n and corpse's story better. so definitely recommend listening to it while/after reading! byeee
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“Corpse husband asks his S/O why they are upset two days before their birthday and they reply, "I just got a text from my parents saying to have a happy birthday today." ”
description: in which an early birthday text sends her mood on a downward spiral just days before her actual birthday
pairing: corpse husband x female!reader
warnings: swearing, shitty parents, some self hatred/insecurities due to shitty parents
masterlist (one, two, three)
I never liked my birthday. Cliché, I know. That’s how every sad story with a happy birthday ending starts.
I was a cliché from my high school days, too. I only had two friends, so “birthday parties” were always just the three of us in my basement watching the same movies. I tried to have an actual birthday party once for my Sweet 16. Only because my mother insisted upon it. Made me send out invitations to my entire class and decorated our house before leaving for the night so we could “have a real good time”.
No one showed up besides the usual two friends, and we ended up in the basement watching movies yet again.
That was another issue: my parents.
I know they loved me...in their own way, anyways. Most years we didn’t celebrate my birthday. Not how I would want to celebrate it, anyways. If it were up to me, we’d go out on the night of my birthday to one of my favorite restaurants and maybe have a board game night or something. Just be together as a family for my day. But that’s never how it went. My parents were always “busy” the day of my birthday. Mom made the mistake of telling me once that she forgot it was even my birthday and booked a day out with her friends. She didn’t ask if I wanted to come with them. If we ever did anything, it was usually whatever they decided with very little input from me.
I thought I was weird for disliking my birthday, until I met Corpse.
Corpse didn’t like his birthday either. When it came around the first time when we started dating, I didn’t make a big deal over it as he asked. I got him a gift and a cupcake with a candle in it, but that was it. He did the same for me - small gestures as to not make such a big deal over my birthday.
But, as time went on, Corpse started making a little bit of a bigger deal about my birthday. He’d order in take out form my favorite restaurant, make me dinner (once he also tried to make a cake for dessert), invited over a few of our friends once just to hang out for my birthday. I didn’t notice at first, and by the time I realized what he was doing, I was too happy to be upset. I was finally enjoying my birthday for the first time in...well...almost ever.
Until my parents dragged me back down to Earth.
I was getting ready for work when my phone chimed signaling I had gotten a text. I ignored it at first, figuring I’d answer whenever I finished getting ready. But when it went off a second time, just moments after the first, I figured it was important. I picked up my phone and the screen lit up, displaying two unread texts from my parents.
“Happy Birthday sweetheart. We hope you have a wonderful day.”
“We love you very much and we are so proud of you.”
It would’ve been a really sweet series of messages if it weren’t for the fact that my birthday wasn’t for another two days.
I sat down on the edge of mine and Corpse’s bed. I kept re-reading the texts until they burned into my eyeballs, the words “Happy Birthday sweetheart” standing out every time I blinked, until welling tears washed the image away.
I thought things were different. I thought I was actually becoming someone worth celebrating, or at least worst remembering my fucking birthday. But if my own parents couldn’t even be bothered to remember when their only child was born, how could anyone else be bothered to remember or care about me?
“I thought you had work.”
I jumped at the sound of the deep voice I usually loved so much. I hadn’t heard Corpse come out of his editing room. It had been another night of Corpse’s fucked up sleep schedule keeping him up from sun down to sun up. I had gotten used to our sleep schedules often conflicted, especially when my work required me to wake up semi-early in the morning. I guess I had momentarily forgotten he wasn’t in our bed while I was getting ready for work.
I quickly wiped my eyes and shoved my phone into my pocket. “Yeah, I do. I got distracted, I guess.”
I stood and made my way out of our bedroom, pausing only to give Corpse a quick kiss. I mumbled a “Goodbye, love you” as I exited our apartment, leaving before he could notice I was upset.
~~~~~~
The day passed in a blur. I couldn’t stop thinking about the text. I hadn’t responded, which didn’t trouble my parents too much. Part of me hoped they would realize their mistake if I didn’t respond and would apologize for mixing up the dates. But that never happened. They didn’t text me back at all. Didn’t even acknowledge that I hadn’t responded. They probably hadn’t even noticed.
I couldn’t wait to get home and crawl into bed and end this shitty day. If I was lucky, Corpse also would’ve forgotten my birthday and we wouldn’t do anything to celebrate the day I was once again dreading the most.
Corpse was laying in our bed, re-watching Death Note for the hundredth time. I kicked off my shoes and shrugged off my jacket before getting into bed with him.
“I can’t believe you started without me,” I teased, trying not to let my upset show in front of him.
“There was nothing else to watch,” he responded.
“We have Netflix, Disney+, and Hulu, but there was nothing to watch?”
Corpse put a hand over my mouth and shushed me. I giggled and rested my head against his chest. I was starting to feel somewhat better after the day I had had.
He moved his hand from my mouth to my back and started running his fingertips up and down my spine. “How was work?”
I made a grunt sound in response. “It was okay, I guess.”
“Only okay?”
I shrugged. “Nothing especially good or bad happened. It was just a day.”
His hand ran from my back to my hair. I shivered from the cool feeling of his metal rings against my skin, leaving a tingling feeling in their wake. His fingers tangled through my hair as he started to play with it.
“What’s on your mind, honey?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I responded, although it didn’t come out very convincingly.
“You’ve seemed upset since before you went to work. Did something happen this morning?”
Tears started to prick my eyes again. Corpse always knew when something was wrong. It was like he had a sixth sense about when I was upset, and he wouldn’t let up until I talked about it even a little bit. It could be annoying since I was so used to just dealing with my upset and sadness myself, but it did always help me to feel better when I talked to him.
Corpse paused the show and moved so he could face me. He wiped away the fresh falling tears with his thumbs. “What happened, baby?”
“M-My parents,” I sniffled.
That was really all he needed to hear. Corpse knew about the relationship I had with my parents. He had only met them once and decided that was one too many times for him. His once soft gaze at my sad face immediately darkened when I told him. “What did they do?”
“They...they sent me a text this morning,” I said. “Two, actually. Wishing my a happy birthday and telling me they love me and they’re proud of me.”
His brows furrowed in confusion. “But...your birthday is...”
He trailed off as I started to nod. The dam officially broke within me and I began to sob. Corpse quickly pulled me to him, burying my head in his chest and allowing me to cry into his shirt. At least he loved wearing black clothing so it wasn’t like I was staining the material with my sadness.
“Th-They couldn’t even be bothered to remember,” I said. “All these years I thought...I thought I was finally becoming important enough for other people to even...remember the day I was fucking born.”
“Of course you’re important enough.”
I shook my head. “Not important enough for my own parents to remember my birthday. My own fucking parents, Corpse! They were fucking there when I was born! You’d think, of all people, the person who popped me out of her fucking vagina would remember what day she did that. But she doesn’t, and she’s never given enough of a fuck to remember that day and make it special for me. Never! So why would anyone else care that much about me when my own parents can’t?”
Corpse pulled me away from his chest and looked down at me. He wiped the tears from my face again, gently running his thumbs under my eyes and down my face to catch the tears.
“I care,” he said. “I have since the very first day that I met you. If you hadn’t told me that you didn’t like your birthday, I may have thrown you the best party I possibly could just to celebrate you.”
I couldn’t help but let out a shaky chuckle. “You hate people.”
“I love you, though. And if you wanted a party, I’d try to give you a party.”
I shook my head. “Everything you’ve done for me since we got together is more than enough.”
“You say that, but to me it feels like it’s far from being enough. Your birthday is one of very few days that I actually want to celebrate throughout the year because you are something I want to celebrate. I don’t know what I’d do if I never met you.”
“Probably be doing the same thing you’re doing now: watching Death Note all night until you fall asleep at 5am.”
He chuckled. “Okay, yes, but I wouldn’t have someone to do that with me. And that’s what means the most to me. Since I met you, I haven’t felt as alone as I once did. You make me feel so happy, (Y/N). More than I think you could ever know.”
I could feel my eyes welling up again, but this time it was happy tears. I leaned forward to kiss Corpse, before pulling away to wipe my face again. Kissing someone while you’re crying, or while your face is still wet from crying, can be slightly awkward. Not that I thought Corpse would’ve minded at all.
“You make me happy, too,” I told him. “I’m glad I found you, and that we’re building this life together and starting our own family. Well...our found family.”
“One day it’ll be a real family. Whenever I start feeling better.”
I took his hands in mine and kissed them. “I can wait. As long as I have you.”
He eventually coaxed me to lie down with him again and pressed play on the show. I tried to stay awake to watch it with him, but after working most of the day and having cried a number of times, my eyes were feeling very heavy. I had to fight against my eyelids to keep them open, but it was a losing battle. At one point I had even managed to drift off to sleep for a few seconds before a sound on the TV caused me to jolt awake.
Corpse chuckled. “Do you want me to turn it off so you can sleep?”
I shook my head. “No, that’s okay. I don’t mind listening to it while I fall asleep.”
“Falling asleep to Death Note. And I thought I was fucking weird.”
If I had the energy I would’ve playfully hit his chest. Instead, I just grunted and turned into him more.
I felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled again. “Goodnight, baby. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I mumbled before finally drifting off to sleep.
Dad!corpse x reader where it’s their daughter’s first day of school of kindergarten and he is not really taking it well?”
description: on their daughter’s first day of kindergarten, he feels a whole bunch of emotions
pairing: corpse husband x female!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist (one, two, three)
You could remember the day your daughter was born like it was yesterday. When you held her in your arms for the first time you couldn’t believe how small she was, or the fact that she had come from your body. She had you and Corpse wrapped around your fingers from the very second she was born.
It felt like one day you were cradling the newborn girl, then you blinked, and suddenly she was a five year old little girl getting ready for her first day of school.
You were making her breakfast when you heard her footsteps thumping down the stairs. She appeared in the kitchen with a flourish, showing off her outfit for the day. Corpse came down behind her, a smile on his face as he looked at his baby girl.
“What do you think, mommy?” she asked.
“You look wonderful, baby,” you replied. “Did you pick it out yourself?”
“Daddy helped.”
That was evident by the black t-shirt with a cutesy skull on the front. Your daughter, Mia, was basically a perfect mini version of Corpse. Most days you couldn’t see a single aspect of you in her, even though Corpse swore that she was more you than him.
You plated breakfast for the three of you and put it on the table as the two of them sat down. Mia excitedly started shoveling her breakfast into her mouth.
“Hey, slow down,” you laughed. “You’re going to give yourself a bad tummy.”
“I’m excited, mommy! I want to go to school!”
“Sweetheart, we have almost an hour till we have to leave. You can take your time.”
It seemed to take a lot of control, but the young girl managed to slow here eating. You looked over at Corpse with an amused look, but he was looking intently at his own breakfast.
When she finished eating, Mia got up and ran back to her room to start packing her new backpack. You chuckled and took up the empty plates. Corpse was still sat at the table, still seeming very distant. You placed the dishes in the sink and walked back over to the table. You got Corpse’s attention by sitting on his lap and tilting his head back to look at you.
“Penny for your thoughts?” you asked.
He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I just can’t believe she starts school today.”
“I know. It feels like just yesterday she was sleeping on your chest while you were recording your horror stories.”
Corpse chuckled. “We’ll have to make sure she doesn’t repeat the bedtime stories she’s used to to any new friends.”
You kissed the top of Corpse’s head and wiggled off his lap. “I should make sure she’s not trying to pack her entire bedroom into her backpack. Do you wanna come?”
“I’ll clean up down here. We’ll regroup in time to bring Mia to school.”
You chuckled and headed up to Mia’s room.
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Nearly an hour later, Mia was strapped into her car seat and ready to go to school. She had been excitedly chattering for basically the entire hour. She had her whole day planned in a number of different ways. She had even planned who she was going to become friends with despite not even knowing who her classmates were.
She was unbuckled and tugging on the door handle before you even had the car in park. You and Corpse shared an amused look before getting out of the car. Corpse helped her out and he held her hand as the three of you crossed the parking lot to the school. The classroom meant for Mia’s class was already filled with other excited kids. It was a loud and hectic setting that you were afraid would scare Mia, but she welcomed it with excitement as she immediately ran up to the first group she saw.
A sweet young lady walked up to the two of you and introduced herself as Miss. Rebecca.
“I’m (Y/N), and this is my husband, Corpse. We’re Mia’s parents,” you said as you and Corpse shook her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you two. Seems like little Mia is already settling in with her classmates.”
You smiled as you watched your daughter playing with the other kids she had undoubtably considered to be her new friends.
“She’s been looking forward to this,” you said.
Mia could only be separated from her friend group by the idea of seeing her assigned seat and her cubby, which she immediately stuffed her backpack into. As the class was being called to start, you and Corpse knelt down to hug the young girl.
“We’ll be back in a few hours to pick you up,” you assured her. “But if you want us to come back any sooner, you can as Miss. Rebecca. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay. Bye mommy, bye daddy.”
She waved you off dismissively and returned to her new table mates. You chuckled and stood to leave. With one last look, you and Corpse reluctantly pulled yourselves away from the classroom. Your heart felt heavy having to go. No matter how much you prepared for this day leading up to it, you were not ready to see your baby girl grow up.
The car ride home was extremely quiet. Not even the radio was playing. It felt like you had just left Mia somewhere for the rest of your lives and not just for a few hours. When you pulled into the driveway, you both sat in silence after turning off the car. You heard Corpse sniffle and when you looked over, you saw tears running down his cheeks.
“Oh, honey,” you said, taking his hand.
“Sorry,” he croaked. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry, honey. I know this is hard.”
You ran your thumb along his knuckles as he wiped away his tears with his free hand.
“I never thought I’d ever be here,” he said. “Like with a wife and a kid. And now I have to send my little girl off into the real world and she’s still just a baby.”
“It’s the hardest part of being a parent,” you agreed. “First she’s going off to school, next she’ll be going on her first date.”
Corpse shook his head. “Absolutely not. She won’t be dating until I’m long dead.”
You chuckled and squeezed his hand. You leaned over to rest your head against his shoulder despite your seatbelt still tugging on you to sit back. You didn’t want to go into the house yet, and it was very obvious that he didn’t want to either.
“I don’t want to let go yet,” he said.
“We’re not really letting go, though,” you said. “She’s only in kindergarten. She’ll be out of the house for a couple hours on weekdays, and then she’s home all night and on weekends. We have another year until we truly have to let her go into the world.”
“But what about when she makes friends and wants to go to their houses or to the playground with them and their parents?”
“Well, then we let her go without us. After we’ve made sure the parents are nice and we trust them, obviously. But it had to happen eventually. The only friends she’s had have been her own family, or when our friends bring over their kids every now and then. Socialization will do her good. How else is she supposed to find her own little Amgops gang.”
Corpse smiled. You knew exactly how to bring him out of this funk, even if you were also feeling the same emotions he was.
“It feels like we haven’t had her long enough,” Corpse said. “Five is way too young to be letting her fly the nest.”
You giggled and shook your head. “She won’t fly the nest until she’s 18 at the earliest. We still have her for another 13 years. We just have to get used to not having a little tike running around the house 12 hours a day.”
Corpse made a noise in response, but he was once again looking off without focus. You squeezed his hand again, which drew his attention over towards you.
“We can always use this time to ourselves to try and make another baby to fill the void while Mia’s gone,” you pointed out.
A knowing grin crossed Corpse’s lips. You moved your head so that you could kiss him before the two of you took off your seatbelts and rushed to the front door to get inside.
~~~~~~
A few hours later, you and Corpse were waiting outside the school for class to be dismissed. You weren’t the only early parents, and you certainly weren’t the only ones who were excitedly waiting to have your kid back in your arms.
When the doors opened, a flood of kindergarten kids rushed out. Most of them were still conversing with one another - showing off toys and trying to continue their playtime instead of going right to their parents. Mia was one of the last few to come out, two other young girls following her as they went. From afar you could see that there was something else on her shirt next to the skull, and the closer she got, the easier it was to make out: it was a skull sticker.
When she noticed you and Corpse stood by your car, her face lit up and she ran the rest of the way. Her little arms were outstretched to Corpse as she called, “Daddy!”
He picked her up in his arms and gave her a big kiss on her cheek. “How was your day, sweetheart?”
“It was amazing, daddy!” Mia exclaimed. “I made so many friends, but these two - ” She gestured to where the two other girls had been, but they were now with their own parents talking about their day. “ - are my best friends: Laura and Dani.”
“I’m glad you had such a good day, honey,” Corpse said. “What’s the sticker on your shirt?”
“This boy at my table had a bunch of stickers in his backpack. He wouldn’t share with anyone else, but he said this one reminded him of me because of the skull on my shirt, so he gave it to me!”
You and Corpse shared a look. You had a feeling you’d be hearing more about whoever this sticker boy was as the year went on.
Corpse put Mia in her car seat as she continued to give you both a play by play of her entire day, and about how excited she was to go back to school again tomorrow. You were almost home when she added, “But I missed you guys a lot.”
You peaked at her in the rear view mirror. “Are you sure? It sounds like you had too busy of a day to miss us.”
“Of course I missed you! I made so many new friends, but they don’t play the same as you and daddy do. They don’t like the ghost stories I tell with my dolls.”
You glanced over at Corpse, who was trying to stifle a laugh. “That’s my girl alright.”
“You’ll just have to teach them that your ghosts are friendly,” you told Mia. “But I’m sure they’ll learn to play the same way we do with you, or you’ll learn to play different with them.”
“No, I don’t want to play with the dolls the way they do. It’s boring. They just want to kiss the boy dolls and have baby dolls. They don’t even want to do scary stories about houses being haunted by scary old lady dolls.”
Corpse put a hand over his mouth to muffle his laugh. You looked over at him, an amused smile on your face.
“What are you doing?” Corpse asks, tilting his head and looking over at you.
“Making bracelets,” you say, holding up the material towards Corpse.
His smile softens and he can’t help his eyes run over the bit of bracelet you’ve already made. He goes back to his work for a bit, enjoying your company next to him. When he takes his next break, he turns to you completely and watches your bright smile.
“Hold out your arm,” you tell him and he complies.
You wrap the bracelet around his wrist and tie it so it’s loose enough but also tight enough not to fall off.
“Friendship bracelet,” you claim, bumping your matching bracelet with his.
“Thank you baby,” he says and presses a kiss to your forehead and thinks about how he’ll keep this bracelet forever.
disclaimer: this easily could have been such a great imagine but i wrote it at 1 am after reading for class all day so I apologize
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“Corpse!!” you yell stepping into his apartment.
You’re about to run around and find him or yell his name again but the older boy steps out of his bedroom, a concerned look adorning his features.
“You okay?” he asks and you nod.
“New 5sos song dropped!” You tell him excitedly.
You watch as his face goes from concerned to annoyed to a slight smile at how ridiculous you could be about new music from your favorite band. You head into his living room, unplugging his state-of-the-art stereo and connecting your phone. You slide open your phone, typing rapidly before finally playing the song.
A painted heart on a sidewalk
The first verse plays out, and just as it reaches the beginning of the chorus, Corpse finally steps into the room towards you.
Take my hand, now and forever
Where I stand, how can you live and let die?
Corpse slips his hand into yours, pulling him into his chest and letting you rest against him. He sways you slowly to the beat of the song, his head laying gently on top of yours. You spend the rest of the song wrapped up in each other's arms.
Take my hand, now and forever
Don't you ever let go
As the song fades, Corpse slips his hands back down to yours and you gaze up into his dark brown eyes.
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Summary: For as long as she could remember she had always heard a knock at midnight on her birthday.
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For as long as she could remember, every year at midnight on her birthday she would hear a knock on the door. She could be dead asleep and it would wake her up or she could have headphones in, blasting music, and still clearly hear it. No one else in her house could hear it, but she could. And as long as she had heard the knock, she always had gotten up to check who was there only to be met with nothing.
The latter had slightly changed as she had gotten older. She was sure when she was eighteen and checked that she saw the shadow of someone across the street. And a year later, she saw the same shadow and swore she could smell an expensive cologne she had never smelt before.
And now at just a few hours from being twenty, she was anxious to know what else she’d get. Perhaps an actual glimpse of whatever knocked at her door? Hear them talk? Chuckle? Mumble? She wasn’t sure, but she couldn’t wait.
It made her eye the clock, wishing the time would move faster. She had never wanted to hear that knock so bad. But, now she couldn’t imagine not hearing it, not waiting to hear it.
Her breath caught in her throat as the clock struck midnight and she strained her ears to hear anything. At the all too familiar noise, the air whooshed out of her as she sprung up out of bed and raced for the door.
Opening the door, she stares in shock at the figure standing in front of her. Whoever they were, they were fairly tall and dressed in all black. A mask obscured the bottom portion of their face. They’re nails are even painted black and the only pop of color is a silver chain hanging against they’re left hip.
As her eyes wander back up to they’re face, she can swear that they’re smiling behind they’re mask at her. Eyes crinkling at the corners slightly.
“Hello.” They greet her and she feels her heart stop at the sound of their voice.
“Hi.” Blood rushes to her cheeks at how breathless she sounds, eyes falling to her feet before she forces them back up.
A chuckle escapes them. “I never thought you’d be so shy.” She wants to protest, but then her name is whispered, and all thoughts leave her other than a name for the man standing in front of her.
“Corpse.”
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Note(s): I don't know what this other than some weird fantasy thing that I felt worked really well with Corpse.
corpse husband x reader (gender neutral) roommates au
summary: your roommate comes back really late, not feeling excellent and clearly very tired. It’s definitely time to help him somehow, even though it’s way after 3am.
authors note: I'm not a native speaker, so sorry for any typos or grammar errors. And if you need to hear it - I love you! <3
1271 words
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It was really late, the moon shining through the window, lighting up your cosy room. You were sitting in your chair, wrapped up in a blanket, writing some paper that you were supposed to finish two days ago. Of course, you were tired as hell, your eyes almost closing by themselves, but you knew you needed to finish that stupid thing as quickly as possible. It was probably around 3a.m, making it far behind your bedtime, and there you were, working.
Suddenly, your attention was switched to the loud sound of something falling down outside your room. You knew Corpse was supposed to come home late, but fear got ahead of you. You grabbed a mug from your desk and decided to investigate.
With the dish in your hand, you slowly got out of your room and sneaked towards the door of the flat. You instantly stopped in your tracks, seeing Corpse trying to pick up a box that usually stayed up on the shelves above the hangers. You quickly realized what was happening there as you stood next to your roommate with an empty mug in your pyjamas.
- why are you not sleeping? - he asked, as he placed the box in its place. His voice was deep as usual but a bit raspier, hinting to you that he wasn’t really sleeping well - and why are you holding a mug? - a smooth chuckle escaped his lips as you put the mug silently on the table beside you both - I thought you were a burglar! - you said accusingly, pointing a finger at him. - and you thought that a mug is the best weapon? - he rose his eyebrow, sitting down and trying to slowly take off his black shoes.
You shook your head, not wanting to answer that question, knowing how funny you must have looked. As he was sitting there you looked at him, his movements so slow, blinking slowly. He was tired and you knew it. You took a big breath and looked at him as he stood up and stood in front of you. - do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep? - you asked without hesitation, looking him in the eyes, trying to look intimidating.
He closed his eyes for a second and sighed. - alright - his voice was low, he started moving towards his room with you by his side. Slowly he opened up the door and got on his bed, you followed standing in front of him.
You were close, as close as friends can be. After all, you were living together you needed somehow to get along in one way or another, and fortunately, you did. You understood him, you saw in him the wonderful human he was, caring about helping people the most of all things, creating content for his fans, making sure his work is always perfect, doing it all for the viewers while being sick, tired and not even being able to fall asleep.
- Change into your pj’s Corpse - you said as the man in front of you layed on the bed looking at the sailing, with his eyelids opening and closing slowly. - It’s fine, I'm just gonna sleep in this - he replied, ignoring that you were very right - come on, don’t be a lazy bitch and come here - you laughed quietly at your own words, waiting for your friend to wiggle himself to the side of the bed and change. A smile appeared on your face when he grunted quietly and took another loud breath.
After a while, you layed down next to him, just looking at his face, covered by a mask. You knew that he didn’t like being without it, but you couldn’t get over the fact of how much comfortable he would be sleeping without it. You sighted thinking to yourself that you will get to it later, but doing that you got Corpse’s attention. He moved his head to look at you and hummed in question. - it’s nothing, just let me get all of this metal off of you, hmm - you said softly, seating up straight and grabbing his hand.
He looked at you, probably questioning what exactly you were doing. You smiled to yourself as you started taking big rings off of his fingers and putting them on the nightstand right beside him. When you finished, you quickly went in and softly grabbed his other hand, pulling it towards you to do the exact same. Corpse didn’t seem to pay much attention to it, simply looking at you as you did it. Quickly, you finished, looking up to meet his eyes locked on you. You blinked a couple of times, not really getting why he was staring. Getting a bit blushy you looked down, seeing the necklaces adorning his neck. Without a thought, your hands simply went up, brushing against his skin gently, fingers crawling behind his hair to find a clasp.
You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him to check if he was still looking at you, really didn’t even need to, since you could feel his eyes on your face. Your fingers run through the metal shearing for the clasp without any result, so you readjusted a bit and got closer to his neck, immediately blushing a bit, understanding how close you two were right now.
When you finally found it in both of the necklaces, you got them next to the rings and got yourself to lay down next to him again. Looking up at him, you smiled again, focusing on the mask. - Can I please take this off of you? - you asked, looking significantly at the black cloth covering half of his face. Another soft hum escaped his lips, suggesting to you that you can in fact take that piece of material and throw it next to the jewellery. You took a big breath, closing your eyes for a second. Because of all of that, you totally forgot how tired you were. A big yawn covered by your hand showed up on your face as you realized that.
- And I am the one needing sleep, huh? - he laughed quietly at you, looking at you through the locks of his hair. You rushed to fix that, brushing your fingers through the hair that covered his face and getting it to fall on the other side. Just then, getting back to the mask.
- Shut up - You said under your nose, focusing on the task you were given (by yourself). Once again your fingers slowly brushed against the skin of his neck as they went up finding the piece of the mask behind his ear and getting it off uncovering the rest of his face.
Even after leaving with him for such a long period of time, it was still so amazing for you to see him without that black thing covering half of his face at all times. Your eyes were going from one feature to the other, not even thinking about how stupid you could be looking right now. You were admiring every piece of that stupid face of him.
Finally, you looked in his eyes, which were focused on you through all of that. - You’re so beautiful, Corpse - you whispered, smiling softly. - now come on, it’s time for you to try and sleep. - Quickly you wiggled up to lay down comfortably, opening your arms, welcoming Corpse into a warm hug.
He chuckled melodically and layed down on your chest, being swiftly embraced by your arms wrapping around him. You couldn’t stop smiling as your fingers brushed again and again through the locks of his black hair. - goodnight Corpse.
