Corpse Husband x Reader Oneshots

Don't Tell Him

a/n: This is inspired by a story I started to write but kind of gave up on. Let me know if you guys would wanna read that or if u just wanna part 2 :)

Also I'm giving corpse a random name just for one part of it xD

ANGST ANGST ANGST
(High School! AU)

TWs: teen pregnancy, running away, unsteady parental relationships

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(Your POV)

I sit inside the coffee shop, my eyes focused on the table. I could only think about my dad. What his reaction would be, what I was going to do. This was all so stressful... but I knew it was probably too late to turn back now.

My thoughts are abruptly disturbed. Thank God.

Him. He was the only reason I was still here. He walked into the coffee shop where we always stayed after school. It was our spot, I guess. The cold New York air rushed into the warm shop as he let the door fall shut behind him.

"Just the usual, Mark." he called to the barista, his deep charasmatic voice full of life. 

"Hey, y/n."
"Hello." I reply, my voice soft. It almost sounded as if I got any louder I'd explode. I'd been used to it, in a way.
"How was it yesterday? Did you tell him?" he asked, his eyes just seemingly piercing through my soul. He was thinking about something. I know he was.

"I didn't. Things are bad again, Corpse..." I say in the same tone as before.
"Let me see." 

I roll up my sleeves, revealing the deep purple and green marks littering my skin.

He took a breath.
"God, I'll fucking kill him." he mumbled.
"Corpse, stop... I know you hate him, but he's also my father."

"Well he's also treating you like a fucking dog, Y/N!" 

The heads in the coffee shop all seemed to turn to us.
He closed his eyes, taking a breath. "I'm sorry. It's just... I love you. I hate seeing you like this constantly."

"I know. But it's not like we can make it stop even if we wanted to." I say, my hand making its way to his.

"You need to tell him, Y/N."
"I know. It's been three months and I won't be able to hide it much longer. I just don't want anything bad to happen to us." I say, the clink of the drinks being sat on the table making me pull away.

"Exactly. We can't hide this forever. So either you find a way to tell him, or we find a way around it."
"How would we find a way around this? I can't exactly postpone it." I couldn't help but laugh. He made no sense sometimes. It was stupidly hilarious. 

"We can leave. Run away. Like those stupid Hallmark movies we've watched."

I laugh again. "You're insane. We're kids. I'm fifteen, you're seventeen. There's not much we can do with what we've got." 

"We'll make it work. We're both old enough for jobs, baby, we can provide for ourselves." Corpse said, seeming 100 percent serious. He must have finally lost it because there was no way in hell I would be able to leave with a father like mine.

"You act like there's only two of us, Corpse."
"You know you wanna."

"You're insane."

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Well, he might've been insane, but he was right. Maybe I'm biased, but there was no way I would've been able to tell my dad. So I sat my bag on the squeaky motel bed. We were half-way across the country now, and I had never been more anxious in my fucking life.

I flip on the TV, needing some background noise to stop my paranoia.

"We're still completely clueless on the disappearance of fifteen year old Y/N L/N and seventeen year old Adam Walker. If you have seen these two anywhere near Central Park or Times Square in New York, please contact authorities." A photo of two well-dressed teenagers popped onto the screen.

That was us. It was our prom photo.

Well, fuck.