Corpse Husband x Reader Oneshots {Request Only!}

Smiley Faces

(Highschool AU
(COVID exists, masks are mandated)

At the start of the year, in your study hall class, you were sat next to a guy who smelt like expensive cologne and looked like the embodiment of grunge aesthetics.

He was quiet, just doing his work and minding his business. You wanted to be his friend almost immediately; he looked cool, and although you couldn’t see his face passed the mask and his curly fringe, but you knew he had stunningly brown eyes, and his hands were the best things you’ve ever seen.

Halfway through the year, you still hadn’t made a move to talk to him, and next semester was just around the corner, but you learned his name was Corpse. So, while he was digging through his bag, you leaned over and drew a little smiley face in the top corner of his page. He spotted the bright red pen ink immediately, glancing at your hand, which held a red pen, since you were editing the rough draft of an English paper.

He just went back to work, but you expected nothing different to happen.

Until you turned away from your paper for a moment to grab a highlighter, and you come back to a quick smiley face on the outer margin of your page. You lit up looking at the smiley face, glancing at the boy next to you. His hand was shaking, obviously nervous, and you simply put a circle around the smiley face in your red pen. You watched the boy relax.

It was the Monday of the last week of the first semester, and there had been many little smiley faces drawn on pages since then. You were kind of sad that it would end so soon; you hadn’t actually had a conversation with the kid yet.

Sitting at your seat, you were to focused on getting your math finished, not noticing that Corpse had come into class until he reached over and drew a smiley face on the page, your head snapped up, looking at him, and he gave you a little wave. You lit up, grinning and waving back, but in the classroom's quiet, you didn’t say a word. You noticed Corpse’s pale cheeks warm under his mask.

You finished your work early, thankful that you finally understood the material in your math class. You pulled out a piece of paper to doodle on, and distracted yourself for the rest of the class, tapping your fingers to a tune in your head. Corpse had really made your day.

Friday rolled around, and it was your last day in Study hall, the past few days have been with no homework, so you had just doodled and did whatever. Corpse had not been in class since Wednesday. So you were delighted when you saw him walk in and plant himself in the seat next to you. Almost immediately, he pulled out his phone and ignored the class. You scribbled on a separate piece of paper, a little note, which you placed on Corpse’s desk.

He glanced at you, then grabbed the note and opened it.

          Hey! I just noticed that you’ve been gone, and I hope you’re alright! How have you been feeling?

He scanned the page before pulling out a pen and scribbling his answer, handing the note back to you,

          I’m fine, just a doctor’s appointment, and some time off :)

You grinned at the little smiley face he wrote at the corner of the page. You write back, and the two of you had a written conversation for the rest of the period.

You frowned when the period ended, while usually you’d be happy to leave for the day. You were finally getting to know Corpse, and like always, he was gone the moment the bell rang, pocketing the paper conversation and made your way home.

A sigh left your lips as you walked into your first period class of the new semester. It had been a long weekend, and you were dreading the new day. You took out a scratch piece of paper and brand-new notebook to start your class with, and you didn’t bother watching as kids walked into the classroom. Focused on your doodles.

A kid sad next to you at the back table, which was odd, since there were plenty of other open back tables to sit at. You looked up, and your eyes widened the moment you spotted Corpse.

“Oh my god, Corpse, hi!” You greeted, and the boy waved,

“Hello, (y/n) right?” he asked, and your brows shot up,

“Woah, yeah, hello.” You stuttered out, he laughed, causing you to turn pink and look away. Luckily, the bell saved you from any potential teasing.

Only ten minutes into the class, Corpse slid a paper over to you. It was a small piece, one that held a note and a phone number.

Text me :)

You turned pink, putting the paper in the front of your binder upside down so no one else would see it. A smile planted itself on your face the whole period, and your cheeks didn’t calm from its reddened hue as his voice rang in your head.
The school bell rang, and you packed up. This time Corpse waited for you,

“Can I walk you to your next class?” he asked, holding the strap of his backpack over his shoulder. You gave him a grin, and nodded, telling him you’d love that, and followed him out of the class.

You looked down at your schedule and lead Corpse to your class; he stayed quiet, which was common for him. He wasn’t very talkative. The school halls filled with pushy students, and in order not to lose Corpse, you offered your hand, looking at him,

“So you don’t get lost.” You excused, but it didn’t stop your face from growing pink.

His cheeks flushed, and he took your hand, refusing to look at you until you reached your class, “Oh, this is my next class too.” He said, and you smiled,

“Oh yay! Now I can see you more.” You said, walking into class, naïve to the way your words made Corpse stumble behind you.

Walking out of school, your day had been pleasant. You and Corpse shared your first three classes, and your fourth class wasn’t near each other, but you were glad that you had three classes. Making your way to your car, and quickly made your way out of the busy parking lot, driving down the road, and getting stuck between cars of students, you see Corpse walk by on the sidewalk. You lit up and rolled down your window, calling his name.

He looked over, surprised to hear his name, but relaxed as he spotted you, you waved him over,

“Need a ride?”

He hesitated, before shuffling to your car and getting in, thanking you and giving you his address.

“You live far, and you walk?” you asked, and he nodded.

“Um, yeah, my mom doesn’t allow me to drive.” He answered, nervously rubbing his hand on his leg. He kept glancing at you, having never seen your face without your mask before. Spare the few times you had a drink in class.

You smiled. “You can start riding with me. I don’t have a job that has a strict schedule or anything, so it doesn’t bother me.”

He only shook his head, “I can’t pay you gas.”

“Don’t have too, I’m offering to, and your company is better than money, anyway.” You said.

This time, he didn’t have a mask to hide how red his face got. You smiled and put your hand over his, teasing concern lacing your expression.

“You okay?” You asked, and he turned a brighter shade, looking away from you, but turning his hand over to hold yours. It was your turn to blush, but you only went back to the road, lacing your fingers with his.

(Two updates? Look at me go! I'll probably have more later after work, or during school tomorrow!