Corpse Husband One-shots

Lucky Me*

Part Two to Unlucky

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Author: https://thefanficmonster.tumblr.com/

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You aren't always born with luck. Sometimes, you meet people who bring it to you. In short, they are your lucky charm.

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Y/N's POV

I'm grinning at my reflection in the mirror as I put on a pair of earrings. My face is already touched-up with a little make-up and my hair is looking on point. I can almost see my own reflection in the shine of excitement in my eyes. I take in my upper body via a quick once-over in the full body mirror opposite me, and I finally relax my muscles that I didn't ever realize I was tensing.

"OK, now I'm ready." I say as a form of encouragement as I reach behind me for my phone that's sitting on my bed.

You might be wondering where I'm going? Who I'm going with? What's the occasion behind this many preparations and pampering?

The answer: Nowhere. No one. Nothing. I'm literally not even going to leave my house.

It might seem ridiculous to someone else, but to me, to my hypnotized mind, it's perfectly reasonable to be getting so amped up over a FaceTime call. Yeah, you heard me correctly - a FaceTime call.

Well, you see, this isn't the first time we FaceTime, but it will be the first time we'll see each other's faces. I wanted to level the field so I didn't let him on to what I look like, where exactly I live, etc. Basically, he only knows my name, which I am still prepared to call unfair, considering I don't know his real name.

A brief backstory to my first ever real interaction with Corpse: I was introduced to him by my friends. They are the ones I always turned to with all the scary shit happening in my life. Often times they didn't know weather to comfort me or laugh at my curse. My friends suggested I start sharing it to a youtuber named Corpse Husband. You see, I love YouTube narrators and I've always been a fan of Mr. Nightmare and I, to be perfectly honest, always kept the idea of sending him my stories in the back of my mind. Nevertheless, I bit the bullet and checked out on of this Corpse Husband guy's videos. And then another. And another. And before I knew it I was having a marathon after which I was too paranoid to get online, walk home alone at night, leave my curtains open etc. It wasn't all thanks to the stories themselves. A lot of the fear factor these stories strike with should be credited to the way they are read. Let me tell you, this guy had it all figured out with the reading. Not sending him my stories would just be wrong. So I did, I sent him my first ever creepy encounter which was with a stalker from my high school and it took me only two days to forget about it. It only crossed my mind when my friends blew my phone up, demanding I watched Corpse's new video. I kid you not, I got more scared by the story when he read it than when I lived it. That's what settled it for me - I decided to send him each and every story.

And then one day, out of the blue, my life changed for the better in more ways than one. It got turned completely upside down, like a rollercoaster, and I just had to hold on and enjoy the ride, embrace the adrenaline rush and excitement, knowing full well that I chose to get on and there's no way I can get off halfway through.

I'm being too metaphorical. He sent me an email. He freaking reached out to me. And I was posed with a rough choice. Took me a minute, but I chose to reply to him, I chose to trust him, and I couldn't just leave him on read one day simply cause I chickened out. Yes, I'm unlucky and these things don't happen to unlucky people. I mean, they do, but they are nightmares disguised as a dream come true. I've lived all my life cautiously: if something sounds too good to be true it's either not as good as marketed or not true at all. If it's dark and late and there are no people around, FaceTime someone. If your Uber driver's sketchy, cancel the ride. I take all the precautions and I still find myself in the worst situations. Or at least...