Corpse Husband x Reader Oneshots

Sick Day

Concept: Corpse is sick so you decide to take care of him :)

Tw: none
very fluff :>

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You walk into the apartment, setting down your bag. "Baby? Hey, I'm here. Sorry I'm so late, there was traffic." you yell into the apartment. 
You wait a moment for a response, but there isn't one. 

"Baby?" You walk into the living room to find a very pale-looking Corpse lying on the couch. "Hey... I'm here." you repeat. "are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so. I just don't feel too good. Not the way I usually feel... like it's not the fibromyalgia, it's like a head cold or something. I just feel really cold and really sore, and I feel lightheaded and stuffy." Corpse explained. 
"Oh... honey..." You sigh, ruffling your hands through his curls. "Here, let me check for a fever." you say, putting the back of your hand against his cheek, and then his forehead. 
"God, babe, you're burning up! How long have you felt like this?" you ask, clearly very concerned. He claimed to be freezing, but his body was hot to the touch.

"Just since this morning. I'll be fine, babe, I'll just sleep it off." Corpse said, shrugging it off as nothing. 
You furrow your eyebrows, continuing to gently run your fingers through his hair. "You're sick, baby. I'm not gonna just let you be sick all day." you sigh, kissing his forehead. "I'll be right back."

You go into the medicine cabinet, grabbing a thermometer, some Vapo Rub, some cold medicine, and you grab a blanket and pillow from the bed as you passed by the bedroom. 

"Here, baby." you say, gently yet firmly helping him sit up so he can take the medicine and put the pillow under him. "Open-" you instruct, putting the thermometer in his mouth. "Under the tongue."

A few moments later, the small piece of plastic beeped. 

102.7

"Jeez, bub, you've gotta fever." you say. "If it gets worse, let me know, we'll go to the hospital." you say, helping him take his medicine before covering him up with the blanket. "Could I pull down your shirt a little? Putting the vapo rub on your chest might help the stuffiness." you suggested, still running your fingers through his curls.
Corpse nodded, sitting up a bit to let you do so.

 "Do you want some soup?"
"Sure... that'd be nice. If it isn't too much trouble, obviously." Corpse says, looking into your eyes with a softness.
You laugh a bit at that. "No, baby, it isn't too much trouble. If it was, then I wouldn't have offered." you say, walking into the kitchen and beginning to make his soup.

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You return to the living room, giving Corpse his soup and taking a seat next to him. You rest your head on his shoulder, giving his neck and cheek a soft peck. "I love you." you remind him. 
Those words managed to get him to crack a little smile, the first time he'd smiled all night, which made you really happy. 
"I love you, too." Corpse said, kissing the top of your head. "Sorry we couldn't go out like you planned tonight." he sighed, making you frown. 
"No, baby, it's alright. It isn't your fault. Honestly, I think I'm right where I should be... cuddled up on the couch under the warm blankets with my favorite person in the world." you laugh, gently grabbing his cheeks so you could kiss him softly, but he pulled away.

"No, you're gonna get sick." He whined, not letting you kiss him. 
"Well, if you're sick... we're both gettin' sick." you laugh, making him giggle as you pull him in again for a kiss, him letting you this time. 
"What did I do to deserve you?" Corpse said, looking down at you with that soft look. 
You quickly shushed him, shaking your head as you leaned up to peck his lips once more. 

"I love you." Corpse reminded. 
"I know, baby. I love you."