Corpse Husband x Reader Oneshots

Battlefields

A/N- short filler chapter btw, sorry y'all </3

concept: You and Corpse are in the Special Forces, and you end up getting hurt.

tw?: corpse is a little hostile in this chapter but still caring yk lmao

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"I knew I shouldn't have taken that stupid postition..." you mumble, the gauze on your stomach already soaked through with blood as you wrapped your arms around your duty partners' neck.

He picked you up, his strong torso against your side. 
"You've had worse, liutenant. You'll live." 

You chuckled a bit, seeing the scars that littered his toned biceps and arms. 
"Guess that can apply to the both of us, no?" you laugh, before grimacing in pain for a moment. You realized that you wouldn't be back on your feet for quite a while. 

You returned to the base, still in Corpse's arms. 

"Alright, all the medics are out at the moment... and if we don't get this bullet out of you, you'll die. So, just look away, and it might not hurt as much." he said, cutting the gauze away from your wound. 

"Fuck my life." you mumble, looking away as you saw Corpse grab a vial of lidocaine and some tweezers. 

"Ready?" 
"As ready as I'll ever be. At least in this situtation." 

Corpse chuckled a little, opening the wound a bit, before pulling out the bullet. 

"Fuck-" you said, your eyes squeezed shut. 

"There. All done. Now, we need to stitch you up, and you need to stay on bedrest for at least three weeks. Alright? Though I bet you won't listen." he rolled his eyes. 

"Oh, fuck off." you chuckle. "But fine. If you insist." 

"Good. Now stand up... but slowly. If you pass out I'm not going to catch you."

You followed his orders, getting onto your feet and getting into a real bed.  Sometimes you hated your job.

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About three days went by, and you had been refusing any type of food up until now.

"Here." you heard the unmistakable deep voice, followed by being offered a plate.

"Hm..."
"I'm not going to hand feed you. Sit up, and take the plate." 

You sat up, sighing and giving Corpse the side eye. 

"Your lucky the bullet wasn't two centimeters to the right. If it was, it would've went straight through your spine, and you wouldn't have walked out of there." he said, looking down at your x-ray results on a small paper. 

"Well,  I'm walking now aren't I?" 
"Yeah, but you need to be more thankful, you know. Not every soldier on this field gets the chances you do." 

"Well, I'm not them." 
"Yeah, clearly. But stop being so pessimistic and realize how lucky you are compared to a lot of other people!" 
"Dude, what the fuck is your problem?" 
"I've lost good friends on this field, Y/N. And the fact that you aren't even phased by the fact that you're still alive.. is kind of pissing me off!" 

"Well, do something about that then, I dunno what you want me to say!" 

He took a breath, before standing up, and walking towards the door. 

"You know there was a time where you cared about your friends, and your life, more than your job...Liutenant." he said, before walking out of the small, dim room.

You watched him leave. You didn't want to accept it, but you had no other choice. 

"Wait..." 

He still didn't turn around. 

"Wait, dammit!" you said, before jumping up, and chasing him. 

You grabbed onto his shoulders, spinning him around, and kissing him as deeply as possible.

"You're an asshole, commander." you mumbled into the kiss, your arms around his neck as your shirt, along with his, began getting soaked in blood.

He smiled into the kiss for a moment, before pulling away. 

"You popped your stitches, L/N. Let's get you fixed up." 

"Sure. In a minute. I'm busy." 

And with that, you pulled him into another kiss.