#soft corpse

Whenever Y/N saw the days pass as a blur and become only a repetitive routine, she’d usually try to change up her days. But this past week has been literal hell. Deadlines and projects pushing her into oblivion. When she was finally able to breath and sit down, a soft ping sounded from across the room. With a groan, she glared at her phone, debating between leaving it and getting up to go see who sent her a message. With a sigh, she pushed herself off the bed and trudged to her phone. A pleasant surprise, she figured, considering it was her friend and caregiver, Corpse. 

hey are you done with your work?

yes.... i need a break

say no more

i’ll be there in 10

With a hum, Y/N threw her phone across the bed and laid down. She gazed at the ceiling above her and sighed. She turned her head and looked at her closet, wondering if she could slip with Corpse’s presence, but she was unsure if he wanted to be caregiver, or best friend. So she just had to wait. 

With a huff, she stood up and started picking up here and there. It wasn’t a mess, per say, but she always felt better seeing a clean apartment and a calm environment. While cleaning, the ten minutes passed quickly. A soft knock sounded out in the apartment and Y/N made her way to the door. She opened the door fully and motioned for Corpse to come in. 

“I’m surprised your place isn’t too much of a mess,” Corpse told her, a small giggle itching it’s way out once he saw her bed head. 

“I picked up here and there,” Y/N responded, shoving Corpse’s shoulder once she saw him laughing. 

“I’m also surprised that you aren’t little right now.”

“I was waiting to see if you wanted to be caregiver or not.”

“You’ve been working hard bubs, go get changed and Bubba will wait here for you. And bring your hairbrush,” Corpse told her, pushing her gently to her room. Y/N nodded and scrambled to her room with soft giggles bubbling out of her lips. 

Y/N soon came back, in her pajamas and with a small stuffie in her arms. Corpse beckoned her closer and motioned for her to sit on the floor. She moved to sit in between his legs and passed him the hairbrush getting herself comfortable. Corpse took her H/L hair and started brushing it carefully and gently. A small hum barely filled the room with a lullaby flowing in the room. Y/N fluttered her eyes, with her hair dipping to the side. She couldn’t help it. Soft fingers slowly and caringly undid tangles and knots, the humming and the close, intimate room brought her close to sleep. Corpse noticed and chuckled, shaking her shoulder softly. 

“Don’t go to sleep yet bubs, you haven’t eaten anything I’m assuming.”

Y/N nodded softly and hugged her favorite stuffie closer. Soon, her bed head was gone, and her untangled hair looked how it usually does after this type of treatment. Corpse stood up, and beckoned Y/N to follow. Y/N grabbed his hand and trailed behind, heading into the kitchen. Pulling slightly on Corpse’s shirt, she motioned for him to place her on the counter. With a small hum, he gently raised her and sat her nearby while he scavenged the kitchen for something to heat up. 

Even though Corpse could cook, he didn’t feel like cooking, especially since it was 8 pm and he wanted to place Y/N to bed as soon as possible. He brought his laptop anyway so he can still edit while she sleeps. 

“How about some soup?” Corpse asked, after spotting a can of chicken soup. He glanced at Y/N and saw her nod slowly. He smiled and caressed her cheek before kissing her head and moving to heat up the soup. 

“How was your day bubba?” a small voice asked. Corpse glanced back and smiled at his friend and shrugged. 

“It was okay, but bubba is here to care for you, okay?”

“Okay.”

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After a bowl of soup, Y/N rubbed her eyes softly and glanced at Corpse. He was stood at the sink, washing the dishes he used and placing them down to dry.

"Okay bubs, ready for bed?" Corpse asked drying his hands and turning to face Y/N fully. She nodded and smiled, biting back a small yawn. Corpse simply smiled and bent down to give her a piggy back ride. When Y/N smiled and jumped, he gently tossed her and made his way to the bedroom.

Almost like routine, he placed her on the bed and pulled back the covers; ushering Y/N into the covers. Moving to the wall opposite of her bed, Corpse bent down to plug in her small night light that showed the galaxy around her room. He then moved to the shelf, picking two small stuffies that he know Y/N loved to cuddle with when she slipped. He placed them next to her and smiled softly at how she giggled and arranged them next to her.

"Could you sing bubba?" Y/N asked, her large eyes seemed almost glassy by how tired she seemed.

"Of course," he said before beginning to hum softly. Y/N smiled and snuggled closer into the blankets. Within minutes, Corpse noticed Y/N’s easy breathing and the relaxed face she had. He smiled and pulled the blanket over her and inched his way outside of her room. With a small click, the door closed and Corpse turned into the living room. 

Just a normal day being Y/N’s best friend and best bubba. 

“Thank you chat for joining me on this adventure today! Be sure to follow my friends on their social media, and I hope you guys enjoyed my Among Us gameplay!” Y/N chirped happily. She glanced at chat and smiled at all of the positive messages flowing through. 

“Bye Y/N’s chat,” Corpse said, his tone laced in amusement. 

“Bye Corpse’s chat,” Y/N replied before turning back to my twitch chat. “Who should we raid guys? I think Wilbur just started streaming so let’s raid him. Send him my greetings chat! Bye bye!” With that final adios, Y/N ended the stream and slumped back against her chair. With a quick farewell to her friends she logged off of discord and moved to the kitchen to fix something up to eat. 

As she was leaning against the counter munching on an apple, Y/N felt incredibly tense. Her thoughts wander around for a bit, before realizing that she hasn’t slipped in a while. She looks down at her clothes and took note of her sweats and black shirt. Maybe I should change to help me slip, Y/N muses. Her shrill ringtone pierced the room and she reached over to answer it. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, can I come over? I don’t feel like cooking alone,” Corpse asked. Y/N hummed. 

“What’s in it for me?”

“You get to help me cook?” 

“Sure, come on over, I was just looking for something to eat too.”

“I’ll be over in ten,” Corpse told her before hanging up. Y/N sighed and glanced around her apartment. She threw away the apple core and started picking up random pillows and blankets thrown around her living room. 

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“Took you long enough,” Y/N told Corpse, opening the front door. 

“I didn’t know if you actually had food or not so ordered some groceries.”

“I have food.”

“You have ramen cups and Asian snacks. That isn’t food.”

“No need to call me out like that,” Y/N huffed, before helping Corpse unpack the bags he brought in. 

“I’m your best friend, I’m supposed to give you tough love,” Corpse joked. “Also, you owe me for buying your groceries.”

“This isn’t even groceries! You only bought ingredients for spaghetti!” Corpse only shrugged. 

Y/N shook her head and brought out a pot to begin boiling water for the pasta. The two worked in sync to get the pasta done quickly, especially after Corpse’s stomach grumbled and groaned for some food. 

“Let me cut up some herbs to add more flavor,” Y/N said, grabbing some leaves off of her oregano plant. 

“Since when did you become a chef?” Corpse asked. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Sorry I have standards,” she said, grabbing a knife and a cutting board. She turned away from Corpse and payed attention to the knife coming down on the oregano leaves. Again, Y/N found her mind wandering once more. 

Unsurprisingly, she zoned out a lot whenever she hadn’t slipped in a while. Her mind kept wandering to what she would do once Corpse leaves. Of course, Corpse is her best friend, but Y/N was a little worried about what he would say. 

A sharp pain flared through her hand and she glanced down quickly and gasped. Corpse noticed and whipped his head over to Y/N.

“What happened? Are you okay?” He asked, moving towards Y/N. Y/N felt tears well up in her eyes and a thick ball form at the base of her neck. She felt Corpse peer over her shoulder and he gasped softly. He turned her around and moved her to the sink. “Where’s your first aid kit?” Y/N only peered at him with teary eyes. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to go check in your bathroom,” he told her softly before moving towards her bathroom. Y/N sobbed and felt her resolve leaving. She knew she was going to slip, and she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. Thinking of that only made her sob harder. 

“I’m back bubs, don’t worry. It’s just a little cut. I’ll just clean it and you’ll be fine,” Corpse ushered out. Y/N felt a little guilty to see Corpse looking at her so panicked, but she just couldn’t stop the tears, or the need to slip. So she slipped. 

“I-I sorry,” Y/N cried. Her voice coming out whiny and childish, yet it was still hard to discern what she was saying through her sobs. Corpse looked at her puzzled. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be sorry for anything,” Corpse said, trying to calm her down. 

“Y-you don’t get it,” Y/N sobbed. 

“Don’t get what?” Now Corpse was confused and worried. After all, it was just a little cut. Eventually, Y/N calmed down once Corpse put on the band aid, although she did sniffle here and there. The only thing Corpse found strange was that she wouldn’t leave him. She stayed latched and at his side. 

The spaghetti was forgotten and Corpse placed Y/N in front of him. 

“Y/N, what is up with you? You almost never cry, and you definitely aren’t this clingy?” Corpse asked, searching her face for answers. He looked at her surprised when her eyes teared up once more and she sniffled. Corpse sighed and pulled her into a hug once more. “I don’t mean it in a bad way bubs, I’m just concerned about you. You’re never like this.” Corpse waited for an answer but heard nothing. He glanced down and saw Y/N’s eyes flutter and struggle to stay open. He sighed and looked at her thoughtfully. 

“Go to sleep. I’ll stay the night and we can talk about this in the morning. Okay?” Corpse asked. Y/N nodded before tugging Corpse to her bed. “Y/N, I don’t feel comfortable going to sleep in the same bed as you. Go to bed, I’ll be here when you wake up.” Y/N pouted but nodded in acknowledgement and shuffled over to her bedroom. Corpse sighed before heading back to kitchen to eat something and to crash on the couch.

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Y/N woke up with the sun hitting her face and she groaned. She flopped over and grabbed her phone, seeing that it was relatively early. She got up and headed over to the kitchen to get some coffee before noticing the band aid on her finger. Like a truck hitting her, she remembered everything. Y/N hurried to the living room and saw Corpse laying down on his phone. He looked over and muttered out a good morning before turning back to his phone. 

“Corpse I- I’m..” Y/N trailed off when he looked over at her curiously. “I’m sorry about last night,” she finished lamely. 

“It’s alright. I’m just worried. You never cry and you are never that clingy. You can tell me anything you know,” Corpse told her, moving to sit up. Y/N looked at his face to find any judgement from the night before. But she only saw concern and confusion. 

“Don’t judge me... okay?” she practically demanded. 

“I promise.”

“I’m a... I’m a little.” she told him softly. He looked at her expectantly. 

“So I was right?” Corpse asked. 

“I know it’s strange- wait what?” Y/N asked, interrupting herself. 

“I was really worried, so I spent most of the night trying to find out what it was. I found little space and I figured that’s what must’ve happened.”

“So... you aren’t going to judge me?”

“Never. You’re my best friend. Plus, it’s a healthy way to destress in my opinion. I just have a question.”

“Uh, shoot?”

“Do you have a caregiver? I read about it and I got worried that you didn’t have one and-” Corpse rambled. 

“Wait what are you trying to say?”

“Can I be your caregiver? At least until you find a partner who’s willing to be your caregiver. Because I read caregivers can be platonic, right?”

“Corpse, I-I don’t know what to say...”

“A yes or a no would be appreciated.”

“Yes, thank you Corpse.” Y/N said, reaching over to hug him. 

“Hey, it’s what friends do.”

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