Corpse Husband One-shots

Dynamic Duo *

Author: https://thefanficmonster.tumblr.com/

Corpse Husband x Autistic Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

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"Please tell me you caught who that was. I was looking at a completely different part of the screen." I chuckle and give Y/N, my girlfriend of almost a year now, a look that is basically begging for her to say yes.

She smiles apologetically, "I didn't catch the name. But it was dark green."

I lean forward, placing a kiss on her forehead, "That's all I needed, babe, thanks. What would I do without you?" I gently caress her cheek with my knuckles, causing her to blush and let her gaze wander away from me, but she doesn't pull away from my touch which is a very good sign.

Y/N has a hard time with physical contact. She only allows people who she really trusts to get so up-close to her. I am lucky and honored to be one of those people. I always let her decide how much contact she's comfortable with: she's always the one to initiate a hug, or the first to take hold of my hand. And it melts my heart every time she does it. It makes me feel like the most special and accomplished person on this planet. There is no better feeling than knowing someone trusts you enough to let you in beyond the point where they keep most people - an arm's distance away.

"What was his name again?" She asks, resting her arms on her chair's armrest that's in my direction. She rests her head on my shoulder as well, eyes never leaving the screen. "Is he the one you like a lot?"

I chuckle. "Yeah, his name is Sykkuno." after a short pause I add, "I like them all a lot. But..." I tail off, tilting my head to look down at her. She senses my gaze and lifts hers up too. "I like you most."

The blush is still on her cheeks but a small shy smile forms on her lips when she whispers a soft, "Thanks."

I see her stretch out her arm toward the desk where she has a piece of paper and a pen. She writes down 'dark green - Sykkuno' under the two other names she has written, each next to their respective avatar colors: Rae and Toast. Even though she can't easily remember things she hears, once she writes down and reads it to herself, it's engraved in her memory. And she's a girl that loves to be in the know. She tries really hard to remember even tiny details. She likes to keep track of things and is very organized. Writing things down is a way to relieve stress for her. She likes to organize things and make plans. She has a special 'portfolio' for each of my friends because she wanted to know them despite not being too keen on meeting them. Not that she doesn't like them - she adores them, actually - she's just very shy and gets very anxious, especially around new people.

She says she likes being as involved in my life as she can, and I'm happy to let her in on all I can. I appreciate that more than I could ever express to her. She maybe will never know how much she's changed my life, but she doesn't have to know. I bet she senses it in the way I look at her; she notices it in my tone when we talk or whenever she catches me admiring her from afar while she's busy with something else.

Her and I have many similarities. She prefers pen and paper for expressing her thoughts and emotions instead of typing them on a computer. She says it feels more real and it's easier for her to recall the things she has written down when she remembers her hand moving the pen across the pages of the empty book she has. Another level of intimacy - that's what that book represents to her. She keeps it hidden in her apartment and has never shown it to anyone. Well, anyone but me.

Another trait we sadly share is the inability to sleep. She gets a rush of ideas in the late hours and wastes no time spilling them on paper, no matter how ungodly of an hour it is. The enthusiastic texts she sends me when she's up late writing are so alive, they give me a feeling she's there with me. And when she shows up to my apartment, or I go over to hers the following day, she's more than happy to show me that she has written. She appreciates brutal and honest criticism and never believes me when I tell her I have not a single bad thing to say about her writing. I really don't. All she writes is so incredible, just like her - a mirror reflection of her. It's all her, just on paper. All she has a tough time saying out loud sometimes shows on these previously blank and meaningless and now valuable and treasured pages. That's only another of the many ways she mesmerizes me.

Another one: Y/N doesn't allow me to be messy. She either scolds me into cleaning after myself or simply goes in my bedroom or recording room and does a whole sweep. When I walk in I feel like I've entered a different dimension. She also does it so quickly, it's baffling. Whenever I ask her about it she just shrugs her shoulders, saying: "It's nothing. I like doing it." It gives her peace of mind - knowing she's putting everything in place. But also, the knowledge that she'll soon have the opportunity to do it again cause let's be honest - I don't keep the rooms in order - gives her closure.

Whenever I tell her she has no flaws, she proudly announces her one main flaw - she can't cook. I bet she could if she tried or if she wanted to, but she doesn't and that's completely fine by me, it gives me the opportunity to cook for her. Whenever I'm in the kitchen, she'd pop her head in to check on me and offer to help. She always finds a way to help me, no matter how little she knows about whatever thing I'm doing. That includes cooking. If I'm cooking, she'll be washing the dishes. If I'm playing Among Us, as I am right now, she's keeping track of the other avatars for me cause Lord knows how many times I've witnessed a kill but couldn't, for the life of mine remember who the killer was. Most times I don't even see who it was. I'm slow like that sometimes - an eye patch can do that to you. Y/N, however, is one of the most alert people I know. She'd be great at this game if the concept didn't make her slightly anxious cause she can't lie. She's such a precious angel, too pure for this game. Too pure for this world.

Life's not always so pink and perfect for us, though. She sometimes gets anxiety attacks, for one reason or another. She has assured me that holding her in a tight, warm embrace helps her a lot so I make sure to always have her close, preferably with at least one arm wrapped around her, or my hand holding hers. Due to her hesitation with physical contact we still haven't shared a kiss on the lips - she prefers forehead and cheek kisses which I love, by the way. She has moments where all she wants is to be left alone and that's when she keeps me in that more distant circle - the one that's at arm's length; but there are also those times she's the one giving me kisses, playing with my hair, drawing patterns on my chest while we snuggle up on the couch. That's why I call her kitten: not only because she loves that nickname, but also because her personality resembles a cat.

Then there are those times when I'm not doing too well. Not to sound sadistic or morbid, but those are the times I have grown to like as well. Whenever I get even the slightest nosebleed or headache, Y/N refuses to leave and stays the night at my place, doing all she can to make me feel better.

Need I list more reasons why I'm the luckiest guy in the world and why she's the best person in the world. I'm not gonna say best 'girlfriend' cause she's more than that. She should not be defined as only my girlfriend. She is Y/N, the incredible girl that sees obstacles, overcomes them and uses them as stepstools to reach her goals. She's my inspiration.

"Corpse, you've been killed." I snap out of my trance at the sound of Y/N's concerned voice, "Why weren't you moving for the past...like...10 minutes?" She has lifted her head off my shoulder and is giving me a questioning look.

I chuckle and shake my head. I really got lost there for a second, didn't I? "I was admiring you." I shamelessly admit. She maybe doesn't know how to accept and reply to compliments, but she has told me she loves receiving them so I never hold back when it comes to telling her what's on my mind.

Her eyes sparkle as she processes my answer for a second. A smile graces her features for a split second before she surprises me by pressing her lips against mine. The kiss is quick, more of a peck, however, it's more meaningful than any and every kiss. It's a silent 'I trust you most'. A silent 'I like you most too.' 'Love' is too strong of a word for the both of us, so we use 'like' instead.
She avoids my gaze again when she pulls away. Thankfully, I can tell she doesn't regret what she did, judging by the smirk she's trying to hide and the even more intense blush of her cheeks that has spread to her nose and ears.

"If this is the prize I get for dying, I'd like to be killed again please." My comment earns me a small giggle from her - music to my ears.

She hides her face in my shoulder as she always does when she's flustered. The warmth of her breath at the nape of my neck relaxing me completely as I try to refocus on the game and not get lost in my own mind again.

We have ups, we have downs. We hold each other's hand, laughing together during the ups and we help each other up during the downs. We prevent one another from letting the circumstances take a toll on us. We really are a dynamic duo: making the good better and the bad tolerable. Imperfectly perfect individuals who are perfectly perfect together. That's something that lasts.