Corpse Husband x !Male Reader Oneshots

sober. [angst]

Cw: drugs, alcohol

Corpse was almost never sober, always on something whether that be drugs, weed or alcohol, anything he could get his hands on and for a youtuber with money that was pretty easy. Why would he do this you would be wondering? No one knows.

Here corpse was sitting on the ground drinking vodka again, m/n walks in the house sighing seeing corpse on the ground "you need to stop" m/n walks to the kitchen, corpse blocks out on what m/n said as the male walks away, a few minutes past no sound just the sound of corpse breathing was heard.

m/n walks back in looking at corpse, anger fills in him remembering how his dad was. As corpse looks over to m/n who was on the verge of tears, corpse gets up slowly walking up to the h/c male, m/n slowly walking back not wanting to smell the alcohol "m/n baby are you okay?" corpse askes, m/n sniffled his back touching the wall.

Corpse hugs the male "I'll change for you" corpse says holding him close, m/n was crying, hating the feeling of corpse arm around his waist holding with a tight grip. "No, let go of me" m/n says, m/n pushing corpse away "i hate you, all you do is drugs and drink and after you say you will change but you never do!" the male yelled at corpse who was standing dumb founded.

"You are a liar!" m/n says while tears streamed down his face, his eyes were filled with tears as he ran up the stairs before grabbing a bag and putting clothes in the back pack, m/n ran down the creaky wooden stairs.

M/n walked to the kitchen grabbing his phone and ran to the door, he turned around "fuck you corpse" m/n turned back around running to his car unlocking it before driving off in the late city, m/n had tears running down his face.

m/n didn't know where he was going but he knew he had to get out of this city, he pulled over on the side of the road pulling out his phone, opening twitter before deleting his account and going to instagram deleting his account too.

m/n ended up getting a plane ticket to Brighton hoping to meet up with Wilbur since they were pretty close. m/n went to a hotel to stay for the night since he knew the flight was the next day, m/n got into his room opening his backpack seeing a polaroid of him and corpse before he started doing those things.

He started tearing up. Am I doing the right thing ? m/n thought to himself, he pushed his thoughts aside wanting to go to sleep already.

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Short but part two ??

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