Corpse Husband x Reader Oneshots

Hatred

enemies to lovers and high school au

angst, fluff at the end

tw: arguments w/ partner, abuse mentions 

(btw bf/n means boyfriend's name since you guys aren't dating yet lol)

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[Your POV]

I sat with my friends in the library, the five of us deciding to skip class. It was me, Rae, Sykunno, Toast, and Corpse. Though I definitely wouldn't call Corpse a "friend". We hated each other's guts. Well, we acted like it. 

In truth, he wasn't that bad. He was pretty sweet to be honest... when he wanted to be anyways. 

"Did anybody do the chemistry homework? I'm literally fucking drowning in it right now." I asked.
"Nope." Sykunno spoke up.
"Not me." 

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Fuck me." I groaned.

"Anyways, wanna go to dinner tonight?" I asked my friends.
"Sure." everybody said, besides Corpse. 
"No. Not if you're gonna be there."
"Fine. Fuck you too." 

The room went awkwardly silent.

"I'll see you guys later." Corpse said, leaving quickly.

"God, what is his problem with you?" Rae asked with a sigh. 
"I dunno. He literally just fucking hates me for no reason."
"Well, that's his problem then I guess. But anyways, meet at the diner at 6 tonight? Does that sound good to you guys?" She asked.
"Sure, that's fine." Toast spoke up. 
"Yeah. I might be a bit late... but just wait up for me. I'm gonna hang out with bf/n for a while before that and you guys know how he gets sometimes." 

Everybody just nodded, the room falling silent again. 
"See you later." I said, grabbing my bag and leaving the library as the bell rang.

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Well, that was awkward, but at least I had plans for tonight. 

Once I got home, I wet my hair and started to get ready. I did my makeup and hair, before putting on an outfit that I thought bf/n might like, but nothing too overly fancy considering I was going out to eat with my friends later. 

I couldn't stop thinking about Corpse... about our fucked up friendship. Could I even call it a friendship? We hated each other's guts... what about that makes us friends? Just because we hung out with the same group doesn't really mean we're friends, I guess. 

Sometimes I wished we would just get along. He really was a nice guy... just not towards me, for whatever reason. 

I had to get my mind off of him. I was starting to get anxious just thinking about everything, so I opened my phone and took a few selfies for Instagram, before hearing a knock at the door.

I figured it was bf/n, so I slipped on my shoes and headed outside.

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"Well all you do is yell at me! Of course I don't hang out with you as much anymore!" I yelled. 
Bf/n was starting an argument... like usual. I hated this. The past few months have been horrible with him. Everytime we talked we had an argument, but this was by far the worst one.

"I swear to God, Y/N, if you raise your voice at me again I promise that you'll regret it..." he threatened.

I took a step back, my heart going a million miles a minute. I didn't know what to do. I was scared. If I left, he might come after me... but there was no telling what he'd do if I stayed, either. 

My fight or flight took over. I slipped on my shoes as quickly as possible, and fled out of the house. 

'Come get me, please. I'm outside bf/n's house.'