𝐼 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼𝓉 𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈

Wtf is a Catgirl

I sat up gasping for air. I blinked rapidly trying to get my eyes to adjust to the dim living room. I felt around and groped handfuls of the blanket that was beneath me for comfort. I looked around and quickly realized corpse was no longer beneath me. My heart beat steadied as air soothed my lungs and calmed me from the panicking state I was in. Salem, still asleep, was securely wrapped in the blanket like a baby. I laughed softly at my weird ass cat. I looked around once more and started to frown. I didn't see Corpse anywhere. Not to be clingy or anything but I kind of needed someone to talk to after such a crazy dream. The food from earlier was cleaned up and the TV was off. The balcony door was slightly ajar and letting the nights air in that reeked of wet rocks and rain. I stood up and stretched and set off to look for Corpse. I found him immediately in his gaming room clicking away on some type of editing app. He had a notebook in front of him and his mic as well. He didn't hear me come in even though one of his ears was out of the headphones he was wearing. I took this as an opportunity. I tip toed towards him with my arms in T-Rex mode, ready to lunge out and grab him. I stepped on something and started to take another step, not realizing it was wrapped around my other ankle as well. I fell over and tried to brace myself from falling with my arms. I laid on the ground defeated.
"(Y/N)?? Are you okay?" Corpse whipped his head around and took off his headphones to tend to me. I laughed and rubbed my eyes.
"I'm fine. How come when I try to scare you, the universe is never in my favor." I groaned. He chuckled and looked down at me.
"You're so stupid." He scooped me up. I blushed and looked up at his face as he carried me to his chair with him. He carefully grabbed what had tripped me off of my ankles and held it up.
"Fucking cat lingerie." I mumbled. He laughed again and tossed it across the room.
"Actually...about that." He spoke.
"The cat lingerie?" I asked and quickly got confused as to where this conversation was going.
"Yes. I had an idea- well not fully my idea it was actually Sean's idea, but he thought of, well I helped him think of it b-but.."
"Corpse what is it? Just tell me." I laughed at him being more nervous than me.
"I'm writing a song..." he started "and the theme is...uh..cat girls."
"Okay? What does that have to do with the lingerie?" I asked.
"I need an album cover. And now that we are official I don't think I feel comfortable asking other girls to be my album covers..so if you wanted to...𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟." He mumbled the last part.
"Wh-what was that last part?" I grinned. He looked at me ashamed and said it again but only slightly louder.
"I'm sorry I really can't hear you I don't know what you're saying." I teased him. He rolled his jaw and scoffed.
"Seriously?" He looked down and back up at me. He snaked an arm around my waist and place his other hand on the back of my neck, pulling me closer. The tension between us heightened and I gulped softly before leaning in to kiss him. He turned his face away and smiled.
"Let me.." he said. He slowly leaned in and brought my head gently to meet his lips. We kissed passionately for god knows how long and by the end of it we were both out of breath. I leaned my head on his chest and giggled. He looked down and laughed at me laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing nothing. Just you asking your girlfriend to wear cat lingerie for your cat girl song is a little funny to me."
"Why?!" He asked, offended. I laughed harder and he grabbed my face, kissing me again.
"Okay okay I'll stop." I said taking the hint.
"So will you?" He asked. I nodded and got up.
"Where are you going?"
"To take the picture for you, duh." I grabbed the outfit off of the floor and ran to the bathroom before he could say anything else. My insecurities finally caught up to me as I looked in the mirror and held the outfit to my figure. Should I take the picture in the bathroom? Or would that be weird. I decided that that would 100% be weird. I changed into the outfit and scanned my body for imperfections. God I hate myself. Sometimes I can be so aggravating with my self conflicting views of myself. I do think I'm pretty but at the same time I'll never be enough. I'm definitely not as pretty as the previous girls on Corpse's song covers, so why would he ask me? I understand he's my boyfriend but he didn't have to go and pity me by asking me to be the cover. I frowned and pinched at my stomach, wishing it would disappear. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind of my thoughts, I shouldn't be thinking like that. I mentally said some more general compliments to make myself feel better and opened my eyes regretful of seeing myself in any other way than beautiful. I have to remember I'll never look like those girls. The ones who are so skinny anything looks good on them. Or the girls who are thicker but make it work. But the standards society places on women's and men's bodies as "perfect" and "acceptable" are disgusting and I'm ashamed I ever thought I would have to fall in line. I exited the bathroom still self conscious and walked into Corpse's gaming room. He turned around and a smile slowly crept on his face. I looked side to side to see what the fuck he was smiling at.
"You're-"
"NO!" I said.
"Hey, shut up. Let me finish." He demanded. I nodded and let him finish.
"You're beautiful." He stood up and walked towards me, pulling me into a meaningful hug. It was a bit awkward being 85% naked and my skin being pressed against his rough clothing and cold jewelry. I shuddered and hugged him back. He reached down and draped a blanket around my shoulders. Leaning down to meet my eyes and mock my height, he spoke.
"You do not have to do this if you are not comfortable. Do not think I would be disappointed, do not think I would ask another girl, and don't think about what people might say." He stroked my hair. I leaned my face against his hand.
"I want to do it. This outfit is actually really cute, you did a good job." I smiled. He glared at me.
"Wh-what? Do I look bad?" I began to turn away and he stopped me.
"I know what you're doing." He said.
"I'm not doing anything I-"
He scooped me up bridal style and plopped down on a black bean bag on the floor. It was really big like big enough to sleep in. I sighed and cuddled up to him.
"I'm sorry for being difficult...I just get in my own head." I said. He listened and twirled pieces of my hair.
"You won't ever be able to please every single person on the planet. That is why it is so important you find peace with yourself. You being happy with yourself is the only thing that will make you feel better." I could hear a slight smile in his tone. I looked up at him and I was correct.
"Do you mind helping me take the picture? I'm not sure how to pose for it or anything so I think having another person take it and give their opinions would help." I said. He nodded and kissed the top of my head. We started messing around with different backgrounds and poses and eventually got one I was happy with. I was going to be the cover of my boyfriend's song.

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