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Accident | Corpse Husband

Requested? Nope

Warnings? Nah

Summary: You and Corpse are more than friends without even realizing it (a terrible summary as always I apologize)

Word Count: 959

You didn’t think it was going to be a bad thing when you decided to move in with a guy.

Your mother and father of course wouldn’t let you hear the end of it, but you didn’t care. You needed to move out, get a new place to stay, and finally be able to chase after your dream job. However, that meant the only person with an available place to stay was a boy.

It didn’t bother you, you were a grown woman who knew how to protect herself and you took the time to get to know the man with who you were moving in first.

Corpse had put up the ad for someone to move in with him in hopes to help with the rent and make a friend. He was sick of being alone all the time and was hoping that maybe getting a roommate might make him a little more social.

When you met Corpse he was a sweetheart, he really couldn’t hurt a fly if he cared about the person. And Corpse cared about you greatly as time went on. Your parents still worried but you didn’t care.

You and Corpse had clicked instantly when the two of you met, having a million common interests and the same tendency to stay inside and not want to fuck with the outside world. It made the two of you fall into an easy rhythm, one that you both loved and accepted.

You finally emerged from your room, not having left for most of that day as you worked on endless amounts of homework. You shuffle out of the door and into the living room where Corpse lays on the couch, he props himself up when he sees you come out, cocking his head to the side.

“Hi,” you say, swallowed in a hoodie that covers most of your face and body, making Corpse giggle.

“Hey,” he says.

He opens his arms and you smile, shuffling over before dropping down into his embrace. He wraps you up into his arms, your face pressing into his chest and your arm flopping over his stomach.

“Tired?” he asks and you hum quietly against his chest.

“You been out here all day?” you ask propping your chin up to look at Corpse.

“More or less.”

Your eyes search each other’s and your heart pounds steadily against his chest. You always understood your parents' fear when you moved in with a boy but you also knew the only thing you had to fear was falling for the boy. Which you did.

“Mhm,” you hum once more. “Should have pulled me out of my room earlier.”

“Should have pulled me away from the couch,” he responds.

“Touché.”

You sit in comfortable silence, Corpse pulling you even closer and you feel your eyes drifting to a close. His breath evens under you and you know he’s asleep, you following shortly behind.

The next morning you wake up, half on Corpse and half hanging off of the couch. Corpse has a firm arm wrapped around your waist, making sure you’re not falling off of him.

When you look up at him, he’s already staring down at you and you smile. A soft yawn escapes your lips and Corpse grins at your tired state.

You’re about to get up and head to your room to change or at least get some more comfortable sleep when Corpse stops you. He pulls you in, pecking your lips before letting you go and helping you stand up.

You move from the couch, a soft smile present on your lips and your hand comes up to touch where he kissed, your smile spreading.

“Are we out of cheese?” Corpse asks and you look up from your seat at the island.

“Uh yes,” you confirm. “And coffee.”

“Want me to go out?” you ask knowing the man’s tendencies for staying inside.

“Could you?”

You nod, grabbing your keys and wallet, and just as you stand from your seat, Corpse makes his way over. He leans down, pecking your lips before walking away and back into the living room.

You head out of the apartment, your head swirling with a million thoughts. What was going on between you and Corpse? What was with all of the casual kisses? The cuddling? What was going on?

You tried to push it away as you headed to the store, grabbing everything the two of you needed and a few extra things that catch your eye. You make your way home, your head still swirling with thoughts of Corpse and trying to decide what to do.

When you get home, you carry the groceries in, and start to distribute the items around the kitchen. As you put things away, Corpse comes in and your heart skips a beat. His hand slides around your waist and you turn to look at him.

As if you’ve been together for years, Corpse pecks your lips once more that takes your breath away before he starts to pull away. You don’t let him get far though, grabbing his hand and pulling it back to wrap around your waist.

Corpse offers you a confused look but you wrap one arm around his shoulders and pull him down towards you. You press a long kiss to his lips, dipping backward just slightly at the contact. This kiss is longer than any of the others you’ve shared, more intimate, it meant something.

When you pull away Corpse keeps close, his lips ghosting over yours, but backing up just barely to look at you. His eyes flutter open to meet yours and you both gaze into each other’s eyes.

“Corpse?” you ask not sure what else to do.

“Just come here,” he says.

384 notes • Posted 2021-05-21 16:02:49 GMT

Idiot | Dream

Requested? nope another idea that popped into my head

Warnings? None? Swearing

Summary: Dream’s love language is calling you an idiot.

Word Count: 1,183

“(y/n)?” Dream whines rolling over in bed until he’s laying practically on top of you.

“What do you want you giant?” you ask, muffled underneath Dream.

“Hey that’s mean,” he pouts and you roll your eyes.

“What do you want my precious dear?” you try again and Dream lets out a loud laugh.

“You are such an idiot,” he responds. “Can we do something?”

“Like?” you question staring down at the boy who won’t move off of you.

“Uhhh.”

You and Clay, more famously known as Dream ended up doing this practically every time you hung out. You’d end up either at his house or yours, relaxed for a while but always wanting to do something more than binge the latest season of your favorite show or stream another video game.

You ended up in Dream’s car, driving around for a bit before grabbing coffee (by your asking) and heading towards the beach. It was unusually nice weather for the beginning of April and you hated to spend it inside.

As you drive, the windows are rolled down, music blaring through the speakers while you two sing and talk. You end up at a secluded beach, one you and Dream had discovered together on accident one day.

Dream pulls you out of the car, hands intertwined as he drags you down the beach. You spin around as he pulls you, the two of you dancing around together. Dream accidentally tugs you in the opposite direction you’re going, making you stumble a bit and lose your balance.

You end up tripping over your feet, falling to the ground, and dragging Dream down with you into the sand. You’re both laughing like dorks the minute you had started to stumble and by the time you both hit the sand you’re laughing loud.

“Bruh,” you call in between laughs.

“You idiot!” Dream giggles dorkily.

“You’re the idiot you tripped me!” you retort leaning over to push Dream.

He grabs your arm, pulling you close to him and you end up laying half on top of him. You push your hair out of the way, still giggling lightly as you look down at your best friend. Your heart skips a beat, realizing how close the two of you are.

Dream smiles wide at you, reaching up to push your hair behind your ears before setting his hand on his chest. His eyes search yours for a moment and you can tell he’s about to say something when you hear a noise.

“Woah,” you both look left to see a group of teenagers making their way down the beach, pausing when they see the two of you.

“Alright,” one of the boys says before the group makes their way around you.

“Oh my god,” you giggle before resting your forehead against Dream’s chest.

You two finally sit up after a moment, relaxing back on the warm sand. The sun was starting to set slow over the horizon and you were glad to watch the first of many sunsets of the new season with your best friend.

“Okay, I’m starving,” Dream says looking over at you.

Without a word from your end, Dream stands up, moving to stand before you and blocking your view of the ocean. He reaches out his hands and you gratefully accept, letting him pull you up off the sand.

Your hands stay connected as you make your way back up the beach in comfortable silence. When you get in the car, Dream takes off knowing you’re going to end up at some restaurant the two of you always do.

You get to the local diner, the one you two frequented so often you knew the workers by name. They greet you as you walk in, familiar smiles on their faces as you take a booth in the back and wait to order the same thing.

As you wait, you talk about nonsense, and your eyes can’t help but trail his features, Everything you loved about the boy sitting in front of you. He felt like home, a safe place, someone who always made you laugh and smile and with one look understood you.

Dream couldn’t help but do the same. He never felt any pressure with you. You knew him and loved him for him. You promised to be best friends forever. He trusted you with everything.

As dinner continues, you feel your time with Dream coming to an end. You frown as the check hits the table, both of you reaching for it at the same time. Dream offers a disapproving look knowing you paid last time.

“No,” he says and you smile mischievously,

“Just Venmo me!” you exclaim.

“But-“ he whines but it’s too late as you slip your card onto the receipt and hand it to the waiter.

“Ready to go?” Dream asks after you’ve finished paying much to his dismay.

“Yes sir,” you tell him and the two of you head out of the tiny diner.

As you walk along, you ramble nonsense to Dream, not paying attention to where you’re going as you do so. You swing open your car door, and just as you’re in the middle of saying something, you smack your knee into the side of your car seat.

You whine loudly, cutting yourself off, and Dream lets out a signature tea kettle laugh as he witnesses your clumsiness. You dramatically fall into your seat, clutching your knee and fake crying.

“How did you-” Dream continues to wheeze loudly as you still whine about your knee.

You end up cackling loudly, a result of hearing Dream’s contagious wheeze. You both can barely exchange words as you flail in your respective seats, laughing and slapping each other due to the funny situation.

“You’re such an idiot!” Dream exclaims, making you giggle.

“Why do you always call me that?” you ask and Dream’s wide smile falters for a second.

“What?” he questions his smile still evident but laced with confusion.

“You’re always jokingly calling me an idiot, why?” you ask not sure where the question is coming from yourself.

Dream shakes his head as if it’s obvious his being madly in love with you. He smiles, realizing you don’t know, that the fact that he calls you that practically means a term of endearment and that he’s trying to explain the simplest thing in a very Dream way: he’s in love with you.

So, to explain better he leans forward catching your face in his hands and making you look at him. Your eyes search his, confusion laced within but no words telling him to stop.

His lips ghost over yours, hesitation present but when your eyes flutter shut and you fall farther into his embrace Dream closes the gap. Your lips mold together in perfect harmony and you’re certain your heartbeats sync in the same fast rhythm as well.

Pulling away a dumbstruck look is no doubt on both of your faces.

“I’m in love with you, dumbass.”

“You should have said it earlier, idiot,” you reply making Dream chuckle before pulling you in once more.

447 notes • Posted 2021-04-09 14:00:41 GMT

Finally | Corpse Husband

Requested? For once, yes! LMAO I hope you like it :)

Warnings? Nah

Summary: You and Corpse after being best friend's for years now finally break the distance

Word Count: 1,388

“Come on pick up pick up,” you whisper as you watch your phone ring over and over.

“Hello?” your best friend picks up and you grin widely.

“Corpse!!!” you yell and he flinches but smiles anyway.

“Guess where I am,” you continue.

“I don’t fucking know uh,”

“I’m at the car wash!!” you yell and turn your camera to show him you’re midway through the tunnel that washes your car.

“Okay?” he questions still uncertain as to why you insisted on calling him and telling him you were at the car wash.

“Remember I told you about the last time I was here,” you start, and realization washes over the older boy’s face.

“Oh my fucking god,” he groans and you laugh loudly. “You didn’t know how to put your car in neutral.”

“I figured it out this time!” you cheer loudly.

“I’m proud of you,” he says and you smile.

You realize you’re getting to the end of the tunnel and hold up one finger to Corpse, dropping your phone in the cup holder next to you. You put your car back into drive, cheering as you do so, and pull out of the cave-like building. You grab your phone as you start to exit, propping it up so you can see Corpse once more.

“And you even know how to put it in drive. My best friend is a fucking genius,” he says and you laugh.

“Shut the fuck up,” you joke.

As you drive, you tell Corpse about your day, happy to be seeing and talking to your best friend. You felt like you hadn’t talked to Corpse in ages, but really it had probably been two days since you last facetimed, and an hour since your last text exchange.

You and Corpse had been best friends for ages now, finding each other through the beauty of loving Machine Gun Kelly. You had fallen in love with the older rapper and his music just as Corpse was starting his youtube channel. You had been following numerous fan accounts and found Corpse’s with a decent following and a slowly building YouTube channel.

He had followed you back, and after a few interactions on the timeline and later in direct messages, you two never stopped talking. He trusted you with a face reveal, staking your life on the fact that you would never betray him like that.

Over the years you had only grown closer despite the distance between the two of you. Being across the world from each other sucked but it never really stopped the two of you. You had synced sleep schedules whether it was with you falling into California time or him falling into east coast time. You had tried your best to seem like you were closer than you actually were.

You both for a while were apprehensive to meet, and in general, were a bit too busy. You knew when you met you would want to spend the better part of a week or two together, finally enjoying each other’s company. You both made a million plans whenever you were on the phone, deciding that it was going to take you ages for you to get the things done you wanted to do at either your house or corpse’s.

You lay on the floor of your living room, your class had just ended and you were going to get up and get food but ended up on the carpet, trying to reach something. As you lay there, your phone rings, and you maneuver it out of your back pocket before swiping answer on the call.

Corpse’s face pops up and you smile wide at your best friend, it takes him a second, looking at your background before tilting his head in confusion.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I was trying to grab something on the ground and couldn’t reach it so I gave up,” you explain and you both end up cackling together.

“Anyways,” he says making you giggle. “I found out another thing we have to do together when you come here.”

“Wait let me get the list up,” you say switching apps to the note on your phone of the millions of activities that you and Corpse would complete when you would visit him one day in the future.

“We have to go to LACMA,” he says and you type it in the notes before switching back to facetime and giving your best friend a confused look.

“It’s an art museum I’ve always wanted to see. We can go and take pictures and be dramatic about the art,” he explains and you grin.

“Fuck yeah I love it,” you say.

Silence washes over the two of you, both of you having the exact same thought at the same time, thousands of miles away. Why couldn’t you two just be near each other? Your eyes try not to trail to each other, knowing any words might break the other.

“Hey,” he finally says and you look up at your phone again. “Come visit me.”

“Corpse,” you say and he shakes his head, defiance in his voice.

“Visit me. I’m sick of this distance. I miss you and I wanna meet you and hug you and complete the list we’ve been working on for years. Come on,” he says and every word has you more motivated than the one before.

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly. It’s time. Come visit me.”

You and Corpse had started planning the minute you had hung up the phone that night. How long you would stay, getting your time off work, buying the plane tickets, everything. You grew more and more excited as each part of the plan was solidified.

You had only a few days left till you got to see your best friend and your nerves were now at an all-time high. You sat in your room, double-checking that you packed everything and packed it perfectly. Your phone rings, your set ringtone for Corpse playing and you dive onto your bed as you answer it.

“Please tell me you’re not checking your suitcase again,” he says and you smile.

“I’m nervous okay, don’t tell me you’re not nervous,” you respond.

“I’m terrified. What if you’re secretly a murderer that has lured me into complacency after all these years?”

“Ooh that would be a good story,” you say and you both end up laughing.

“See you tomorrow,” he says after a bit.

“I’ll be there.”

Your excitement courses through you the entire ride to the airport, during the plane ride, and skyrockets when you step foot in LAX. You were a wreck, not being able to stop moving as you grabbed your backpack and carry on and bouncing nervously in the middle of the plane, wanting to run out as soon as possible.

You text Corpse, telling him you made it off the plane and he tells you that he’s at baggage claim. It hits you like a ton of bricks, that your best friend was in the same building as you, and that you’d finally be with him after all this time. You’re practically running through the airport, finding the correct escalator, and making your way down.

As the escalator moves slowly down you look around anxiously and there you spot him. Corpse stands not too far from the escalators, a beautiful bouquet of flowers in hand and a messily written but absolutely adorable sign with your name on it. You’re beaming so hard your face hurts and as if he can feel your gaze his eyes lock with yours.

His smile reflects yours, and without thinking, you book it down the escalator. You drop your things, your brain focused on Corpse and getting to him. Corpse drops his stuff too, running to meet you and a laugh escapes you, just as you crash into each other.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, his grabbing around your waist and you both teeter back and forth in the hug. Part of you wants to pull back, look him in the face and finally see him but nothing, nothing could pull you from his touch. You press your face into his neck, your heart pounding as you breathe in the scent of his cologne, and smile wide.

“Finally,” he whispers into your hair and you giggle.

464 notes • Posted 2021-06-12 16:00:51 GMT

Acrylics | Headcanon

Requested? Nope

Warnings? None

CC's Included? Corpse Husband, Dream, Awesamdude, Wilbur Soot, Sapnap, BoomerNA, Punz, Quackity, Karl Jacobs

Word Count: 1,730

My first ever set of headcanons! Pls feel free to tell me if they suck or if you want more!! My requests are always open :)

Corpse

-you’ve had earrings for years now and didn’t think acrylics would mess you up

-you were definitely wrong

-you suddenly became notorious for dropping earring backs, losing them in the carpet, and fumbling around for minutes at a time

-corpse had noticed you had started to take longer and longer getting ready

-he knew you loved changing your earrings, matching them to your outfit, and making a whole outfit out of it

-and yet one morning you two were actually headed out to get breakfast together

-when you were taking a while he decides to check on you and see if you’re okay

-he walks into the room, watching you pout in frustration as you tried again to put in your earrings

-he can’t help the small smile on his lips that occurs, watching as you tried over and over to put the jewelry in your ear

-he walks over, placing his hands on your shoulders until they fall down over your hands

-“let me help”

-he takes the earrings out of your hands, nudging you to turn in his grip

-he brushes your hair back before focusing intently on putting the earring in

-he’s scared about hurting you but you’re too busy focusing on the butterflies in your stomach to even notice

-he fastens the earrings with ease and without a second thought he presses a kiss to your forehead before telling you to turn and look in the mirror and see if it’s okay

-you’re practically glowing and that alone make corpse smile

-from now on he puts your earrings in for you

Dream

-the minute you got your nails done you realized what a struggle opening cans was going to be

-you loved Redbull and soda and pretty much anything that came into a can so you were definitely struggling

-dream watches as you leverage the can tab with a knife and pop it open that way, an adoring smile on his lips

-he watches you do this for a while, finding the action absolutely adorable for whatever reason

-one day you head to the fridge and grab a can of Redbull and Dream takes it out of your hands instantly

-he pops it open without a word and hands it back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he walks away

-you stand in the cold air of the fridge for minutes afterward, struck at how such a perfect boy could notice something so minute about you

-he always opens cans for you now

Sam

-having a difficult time typing never even occurred to you when you got your nails done

-you figured you’d either find a way around it or use text to speech if it got really difficult

-and it did get really difficult

-you had a 10-page essay due and the idea of ripping your extremely expensive nails off had crossed your mind more than once

-when you’re on your third page and can’t type one word without a mistake you let out a muted scream before dropping your head onto the desk

-Sam who had been sitting in the room the whole time offers a concerned look

-he makes his way over to you, rubbing your back slowly

-“what’s wrong baby?”

-“these stupid nails keep messing me up,” you whine leaning your head into his chest

-he picks your hand up, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before nudging you out of the seat

-“what are you writing about?” he asks as you plop down onto the floor

-“what?”

-“what are you writing about? I can type it,”

-you swore you were about to get down on one knee and propose to him

-“uhm it’s about the similarities and differences of an older text and a newer text and why it’s fundamental to use both”

-“alright. tell me what I need to write next”

-you spent the next few hours telling Sam your plans and thoughts about the paper while he typed, your heart slamming appreciatively in your chest

Wilbur

-you had done pretty well with your hair after getting your nails done

-brushing it out, pulling it up, even twirling it around your fingers caused no issue and all ease

-however, when you see a TikTok tutorial of a girl pulling her hair up with butterfly clips this is when the trouble starts

-you sat in front of your bedroom mirror, twisting your hair and attempting to clip it in place, and proceeding to drop the clip over and over and over

-the frustration is unreal, and at one point you almost start crying in annoyance

-Wilbur walks into the room clueless and stops in his tracks immediately

-he kneels on the ground behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders

-you lean back into his touch and let it calm you as you drop the clips from your hands

-”what’s wrong my love?” he whispers calmly while pressing kisses to your head

-”I can’t get my hair right,” an unintentional whine coming out of your lips

-Wilbur reaches down to where the clips lay on the ground and gather them up

-”what do you want me to do?”

-you’re practically crying for a whole other reason now

-”i’m just trying to twist my hair up and pin it back” you explain

-wilbur watches you pull the hair back before opening the clip and securing it into place

-he smoothes down the hair as if he’s done it a million times and presses kisses to your head

-he’s the first person you call now when you need help with your hair

Sapnap

-okay you’ve never been great at opening sauce packets before

-but now that you got your nails done it’s downright impossible

-the first time you tried you swore it took you 30 minutes to even get it a little bit open

-so when you and Sap go to Chick fil A and sit down to eat you’re already groaning in annoyance as you pull out the chick fil a sauce packet

-Sap watches with amused eyes and a slight smirk as you struggle even getting the plastic between your fingers

-he grabs it from your hands without a word, tearing it open before placing it back in front of you

-every single time you go to a fast food place now he does it subconsciously whether you have acrylics on or not

-your heart aches a little every time he does it, nothing but love for the sweet boy before you

Boomer

-alright so you’ve never been a huge gamer in life

-sure you played the occasional game when you were younger or when your older brother needed help beating a level but that was about it

-when you met Boomer you realized how little you knew about video games, specifically minecraft

-while you never played the game you listened to Boomer tell you all about it and explain

-however when he started playing Halo in his free time that’s when you became interested

-your dad used to play the game 24/7 when you were younger, beating it a multitude of times on the old PC in the computer room

-and when he saw your interest piqued, he knew he had to teach you how to play valorant

-similar shooting games, right?

-you sat on his lap, his hands on top of yours as you try to work around having the longest fingernails ever and learn a new game

-you swear instead of you actually playing Boomer was doing all of the work

-it made your heart happy anyway

-you joked with him that when the fingernails come off you’ll beat his ass in valorant

-”Whatever you say my love” he assures pressing a kiss to your shoulder

Punz

-okay but opening jars normally is hard

-how the fuck were you supposed to open them with long ass fingernails on??

-you did probably the most ridiculous tips and tricks from TikTok to try and loosen the top of the jar

-nothing worked

-punz watched you amused day in and day out whenever you tried to open any jars

-some days he even let the jar loosen before hiding it back again and watching as you cheer excitedly, opening it on the first try

-one day you’re having a particularly hard time opening a jar, going as far as cursing in frustration over the opening

-punz walks over to you, pulling the jar from your hand and popping it open with ease you watch admirably

-you lean up and press a kiss to his cheek and he flushes underneath your touch

-now every time you have a jar you can’t open you’re right by Punz’s side pouting and holding out the food

Quackity

-obviously, Alex has always opened doors for you

-he’s even gone as far as smacking your hand away when you try to open a door for yourself

-and when you get your nails done? Forget about it

-he barely lets you lift a finger, not wanting for you to ruin your brand new manicure

-he’s seen you pull off quite a few nails by missing the door handle and hitting it a bit too hard

-there’s no way he’s gonna make you lose more

-”i’m going to work!” you yell out to Alex as you walk out the door

-he rushes in behind you unexpectedly and out towards your car

-he already has the door opened and is offering a big grin

-you lean up and press a kiss to his lips, your heart surging at the idea that you had gotten the best boyfriend in the world

Karl Jacobs

-kinda like typing, you never thought you’d have an issue writing stuff down with your nails on

-however, this time around you got your nails a little longer than usual and it was a struggle

-as you’re scribbling down a grocery list you mess up practically every other word in sloppy writing

-Karl tilts his head when he tries reading the list and smiles

-”baby let me write the list,” he whines the next time you go shopping

-you tell him everything you need and Karl writes it down in perfect hand writing, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he gets up

-you’ll never not be shocked when he does something so simple but precious

535 notes • Posted 2021-08-11 18:23:19 GMT

Angel | Corpse Husband

Requested? Guess, just guess

Warnings? It's painfully fluffy and way too short

Summary: Corpse is convinced you're an angel

Word Count: 812

You wake up, your eyes fluttering open to be greeted by the soft light flowing through the curtains. You turn to see Corpse passed out, his lips barely parted as soft air passes in and out of his lungs.

Your eyes cast over his features, a soft smile turning upwards onto your lips. He was breathtaking, the boy before you finally resting and getting the sleep he deserved. You reach a hand up and push away a strand of hair before placing a kiss on his forehead where you just touched.

You carefully roll out of bed, throwing on one of Corpse’s t-shirts, and heading downstairs. It was Sunday, the best day of the week according to you and Corpse. Neither of you did anything for the day, deeming it a non-work day. A once a week occurrence where you do absolutely nothing.

You slip down the stairs into the quiet morning air. The house is dim and somewhat cold. You cross your arms trying to keep warmth as you head outside. You slip out into the damp morning air, grabbing the paper tossed haphazardly onto the pavement.

You turn and head back inside, beelining for the bench in the kitchen. You curl up on it, one leg tucked underneath while the other is bent, your head dropped on top of it. You flip open the first page and start to read.

Corpse’s heart seizes for a moment when he wakes up and you’re not there. His brain panics until he sees your phone on the nightstand and his shirt missing. He knows you’re somewhere in the house. He listens for a moment, the stillness only reminding him of his heartbeat and that you were naturally quiet.

He climbs out of bed and heads downstairs, knowing your tendency to get up early and do some morning reading. He carefully descends the stairs, rounding the corner to find you. Cradled into the nook in the kitchen, Sunday morning paper resting in front of you.

He leans against the banister, crossing his arms, and simply watches for a moment. The early morning sunlight hits you just right, the shadows cascading around your face and hair make you look like you’re glowing.

Your face is contorted into one of concentration, your teeth coming out to bite your bottom lip. His t-shirt falls low over your hips, riding up barely where your knee meets your chest.

You’re simply angelic. Corpse wasn’t even sure you were real most of the time. He was convinced that you descended from the heavens, blessing him and that one day when you realized you were too good you’d leave him.

He heads over to you, sitting in front of you on the bench, and waits until you notice. Your eyes finally peek over the newspaper and a smile lightens onto your face. Corpse reaches a hand up, rubbing at his eye as his hair falls over his forehead. He looks up to see you staring, and a blush covers his cheeks.

“Morning,” he whispers in a huskier voice than usual.

“Morning darling,” you respond and take his hand in yours.

His hands are warm and calloused, cascading over yours. You’re mesmerized by the bumps and veins littering his body and hands. Corpse still feels his breath hitch whenever you touch him.

“Can we go back to bed?” He murmurs and you smile and nod.

Corpse stands and before you can even move, Corpse is slipping his arms around your knees and waist. You grin, pressing your face into his chest as he starts to move.

Corpse always makes you feel like the only person in the world. That you’re easily the most important person ever and nothing else exists. You swear he treats you like the world revolves around you. You have never been worthy of such praise from the most gentle, kind, and loving man.

When he reaches your room, he sets you on the bed and you curl up into a comfortable sleeping position, Corpse crawls in behind you, instantly wrapping your smaller figure into him, two puzzle pieces fitting together at last.

You fall asleep quickly, and when Corpse notices the heaviness of your breath he turns you towards him. His hand comes up to trail down your cheek, and he smiles. He leans up, pressing kisses to both your eyelids and then again on both your cheeks. He watches as you flush under his touch, still blushing even while asleep.

He leans back, thinking that he has bought a house for the two of you, and yet you’re the angel that was home to him. He never knew he needed someone like this until he met you, felt your love, and let him trust and care for you.

“I love you, angel,” he whispers pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear before falling asleep again.

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