Corpse Husband x Reader one-shots

Toxic (F) Part 2

A/N-

Pretty sure this is gonna turn into a three part story but maybe not! Im trying my best to not make this chapters long.

WARNING- CUSSING, DEPRESSING STUFF,

(Yes ik at one part its not a normal thingy, I was tryin stuff)

Corpse's POV- (SURPRISE MOTHAFUCKA!)

I heard Y/N fall asleep. God damn she was cute. The only reason I let her date John was because she would never love me back. I just wish she knew how much I cared for her. I decided to look at her wrists again to see if she had cut herself, again. I gently pulled up her sleeve, finding bandages around her wrists.

I winced and muttered "God damn it Y/N! Why?" I pulled her sleeve back down and gently kissed her forehead, praying to God that she didnt wake up. She did.

"Corpse? What are you doing?" Y/N said, half asleep. SHIT! I thought and started stuttering. "I-uh-well-yousee-" Oh God now whats gonna happen?

Y/N's POV-

I woke up to Corpse muttering something and him kissing my forehead. I blushed but tried to act like Im asleep. Didnt work. I then decided I was gonna act like I just woke up and see his reaction. Oh boy it was funny!

"Corpse? What are you doing?" I said, putting all my acting into this.

"I-uh-well-yousee-" He stuttered, clearly flustered. I smiled a little and said "get sleep Corpse. Good night.." I fell back asleep quickly after Corpse did, him wrapping his arms gently put securely around my waist, making sure I didnt go anywhere. I played with his soft, curly hair before I fell asleep.

I woke up in a long hallway, not really knowing where I was. I could hear my screams echo through the hallway. I walked down it, the screams getting closer. I got to a door, knowing full well what it was. A memory I tried to bury everyday. A memory that was coming to the surface now. "NO! LET ME OUT!!" My memory screamed. "ITS THE ONLY WAY YOULL RECOVER!" Damn it, its right...

I walked towards the door, my hand hovering a few inches above the handle. I felt myself being tugged towards it, and I opened the door.

It was a little home. A little home that I grew up in. I was about 15 at the time. My father sat on the couch, and my mother, well, she was dead. Young me came back from school. She tried sneaking upstairs but my father heard me and said "Where are you going?" He wasnt drunk. Oh no, he was fine. Drinking was never the problem. It was that he didn't want to have me. And then my mother jumped in front of a car for me. I missed her everyday. My father missed her more, but didn't miss her enough because he would bring sluts home, every, single, day.

"U-upstairs father" Young me responded. God she was terrified of him. I muttered "no.. not this again." And then I woke up, clinging to Corpse's shirt as he stared at me, saying "What happened? Are you okay? Something wrong?"

"Corpse, I-I'm fine." I lied. I knew I shouldn't have lied because he knew when I was.

"You are not fine. Lets go downstairs, I'll get you breakfast and we'll talk, okay?" He said, sitting up.

"No." I said, clinging onto his shirt tighter, pulling him back down. He was on his back now, so I laid down with my head on his chest and he put his arms around me. I told him everything, even after the dream. All of that memory, gone. At least I told someone.

(HAW HAW CLIFF HANGER)

Please don't kill me, TvT