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Ok, hii this story is basically one-shots of a lot of characters. You my beautiful reader are my oc!! You just get to name that oc! There for I will give you what the oc looks like for example height hair color ey...
Corpse husband, whoever doesn't know him go to my bestest friend in the whole world, Dr. Google, he'll be extremely happy to help. Ok so, for those who didn't know, corpse is a fitness frick (Google said so) and let's imagine he actually has muscle and is lean. Cuz that's him. Listen, someone said that I should try not to cuss, we're gonna try that this chapter! (Spoiler alert; I'm going to fail)
Au; um, ig bottom Corpse. Requested; by someone, they asked not to be tagged. Name: Corpse. Type; fluffness.
Name; M/N L/N
Gender;male
Hight; 6'9 (he's 5'8 for those who didn't know also, I met ppl that are 6'9 and it was like looking at the Eiffel tower.)
Hair; black
Eyes; light cyan (really popping out)
Length; not important isn't going to be mentioned
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Oh wow, I'm in love. He's so pretty!! INFO!! Ok, so Corpse is playing for 3 days straight and he doesn't stop so you force him. (He is an insomniac) _________________________________ Your POV.
I'm watching the princess bride right now - it's actually a very good movie - but I can't focus on it and it's not because of my ADD/ADHD. It's simply because, my boyfriend, the love of my life, the light that makes me happy the one person- you get it. Anyway, Corpse, is ignoring me. All he needs from me is to bring him more water or to bring him food...
Like, honey, darling, baby, beautiful, Prince, I'm not your fucking slave! Ugh, it's annoying as hell. (I failed)
"Baby!" He yells to me. "Can you refill my water?" He asks me. I walk to his work room and open the door. "Thanks!" He says and gives me his bottle.
He called me baby, meaning he's not on live. Just with his friends... This'll be easier than I thought.
I filled his bottle and went back to the room. I walked in and put the bottle on his table. I went behind him and hugged him from behind. "Hey..."
"Yes? I'm playing." He said. This was it. I was about to let go when he realised what he said. But I was already walking away from him. "Hey guys I have to go." He says and shuts everything off.
I walk to the spare bedroom and lay down in the bed after I lock the door. I know this is extreme, but man he just said 'yes? I'm playing.' better yet say 'go the fuck away M/N.' or better yet break up with me then just use me to his one needs...
"M/N... Please open up... I know you're there..." He says from outside the door. I sigh and take a towel from the closet and go to the shower.
I stand under the water and just let the last three days of sleeping on the couch waiting for Corpse to wash off of me. I brush my hands through my hair and wash it with shampoo. I sope my body and just stand there for a bit more. I'm rich so I don't really need to be careful of how much water I waste.
I get out of the shower and dry my tanned skin with the dark blue towel. I use the support of the sink to hold myself and look at my reflection. Corpse has beed the love of my life since I saw him that day in the street on my way to work. I took him in gave him a home, a save place, love. What didn't I give him?
I shouldn't be thinking about this, if I do I won't sleep. I lay on the bed after drying and get under the covers, naked.
Corpse is always saying that if I sleep naked and someone breaks in I'll have to fight them naked. I just sleep naked because it's comfy and I don't have anything that holds everything in place, I love to be free.
The next time I open my eyes is from someone chanting my name out the door. I slowly get up and put on the boxers from last night. "M/N? I... I know you're there.... I... I can't.... I can't breath...." I hear. I can identify it's Corpse and that he's having a panic attack.
I run out of the room and see him there with his hand on his chest and the other on the floor. "Oh baby..." I say and wrap my hands around his smaller shaking form. "Baby tell me 3 things you can see." I say.
"Umm... I-I can see the wall... I can see... T-the... Your hair... And-and umm... The light..." He says still not breathing correctly.
"Good, good. Now, 3 things you can hear." I say.
"Umm... I can hear your breathing... The wind outside... And... The cars that pass by." He says a bit more calm.
"Good, great baby. Now 3 things you can feel." I almost whisper.
"Umm... Your hands on me... The clothes on my body... And the cold floor." He says calm with occasional sniffing.
"Great. Baby, how long were you here? What time is it?"
"Umm, s-since you got in the shower, and it's... It's umm..."
"Should I check for myself?" I ask and he nods. I lift him up with me to go to my phone that is on the nightstand. "Corpse! It's 2 am! I went to sleep at 10! Why didn't you wake me up?! How many attacks did you have?!"
"Umm, because you were mad at me... And... M-more than I can count... I'm sorry..."
"No baby, I'm sorry, I... Shouldn't have-"
"No, I'm sorry, I ignored you for 3 days and I acted like you were my servent. I'm very very sorry, I didn't mean to do it... But you have every right to be mad at me... I fucked up..." I nod at him and kiss his forehead.
I walk to the bathroom and make a bath ready for him. I take off my boxers and his clothes and get in the tub. I stay there with him until he is lulled to sleep from all the crying and panic attacks.
After that I take him and dry the both of us and go to bed.
_________________________________ I'm sorry if this is a bit sad, bit I agreed to do this to show awareness of mental illnesses. Ok, love y'all stay safe ❣️
