Corpse Husband x Reader Oneshots

Black Boots

A/N- I'm back! Finally lol. I might make some requested part 2's to other chapters after this but I wanted ya'll to have a fresh story for now.

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[Corpse's POV]

I sat around the warm, bright red and orange bonfire as the September wind bit at my skin, the heavy leather jacket weighing on my shoulders being the only thing protecting me from it. 

My converses were pressed firmly against the soft blanket underneath me, reminding me that I was as physically grounded as could be, as close to the Earth as possible.

"Hey, C! Another beer?" A friend of mine yelled to me from halfway across the large field.
"Sure!" I replied loudly. Loud enough for him to hear anyways.

"I dunno how you drink that shit. I'm more of a liquor person myself."  I heard a bold, feminine voice next to me, feeling the blanket ruffle from under me. 

I glanced over out of the corner of my eye, a pair of black boots catching my attention. Doc Martens, maybe? 

They were paired with knee high socks, and by the looks of it, shorts and an oversized hoodie. I never made eye contact, though. Just enough to make out the outfit. 

I got tapped on the shoulder, another Bud Light being handed to me from the aforementioned friend. 

"Thanks man." 
"Not a problem." he smiled, before running off to the rest of the group that was sitting in the bed of the truck.

I cracked open the can, taking a small, smooth sip.

"Seriously. I can't stand the taste of beer... why are you drinking that shit?" the voice spoke up yet again. 
"It was all we could manage to get." I laughed, shrugging nervously.
"Still. I'd rather just stay sober. Here, try this."

She pulled a medium sized, silver flask out of the pocket of her hoodie. 

She handed me the flask, the strong odor of lukewarm liquor hitting me like a hundred bricks.

I took a small sip, squinting my eyes as I choked it down. It wasn't bad tasting... just very different from what I was used to.

"What is it?" I asked, once I had finally successfully swallowed the liquor. It was strong, but smooth. Whiskey... bourbon maybe?

"Jagermeister."
"Is that French or something?"
"German." 

I simply nodded, looking down at the flask in my hand. I took another sip, a bigger one this time since I wasn't so shocked by the taste now, but a quiet clicking sound caught my attention.

I turned my head, looking at this... mystery girl... a lot more clearly now.

She had dark makeup around her eyes, her eyelashes bringing out her eyes. 

"Want one?" She asked, pulling a lighter away from the cigarette sitting somewhat properly out of the corner of her mouth. That must've been the clicking noise.
"Oh. No thanks... I don't really... yeah." 

"Oh come on! You don't drink good shit, you don't smoke... you clearly aren't hanging with your friends. So what do you do?" she asked.

I shrugged, looking down at my Converses again.
"I write music." 

"Can you sing me something?"
"Well... I dunno about that..."
"Why not?"

I sighed. "Because I'm not good." I shrugged yet again.

"That's objective." she shrugged, somewhat mocking me in a playful way.

"Maybe. But just... I dunno." 

"You don't know most things it seems."
"Hey listen-"
"No, no. I don't mean it like that. I'm just saying that you need to... put yourself out there. You wanna be something you gotta make it happen."

I cracked a small smile. 
"What's your name?" I asked curiously.
"My name? Don't worry about me." she laughed.
"Well I'm curious. You're different. Blunt, I suppose."
"Y/N."
"Right. Well, I'm Corpse. Nice to meet you." 
"Likewise." 

She fell backwards onto the blanket, her back against the ground as she looked up at the sky.

"I see why you guys hang out here. It's so clear. The stars are so... what's the word? Prominent?"
"I think you mean dominant." 
"That too." she shrugged, letting out a laugh for the first time during our conversation.

That was cute.

"So... how'd you get invited here? No offense." I asked. I'd never met her before... let alone seen her. Only my friends and I knew about this place... and even if anybody else knew about it, we've pretty much marked our territory pretty thoroughly. 

"I'm friends with Dreams sister." she explained.
"Oh, that makes sense I suppose." 

There was a comfortable silence, and I took the same position as her, lying on my back and looking up at the sky.

I heard her light another cigarette.

"Those things will kill you, ya know." 

"Maybe that's the point." 

I furrowed my eyebrows, thinking about it for a moment.
"Why do you say that?"
She shrugged, taking a deep inhale of her cigarette.

"Don't we all live to die? Might as well do whatever the fuck I want before then." she said.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Do you ever wonder what the point of living life is if it just contradicts?"
"Sometimes. But I think we're here for a good time, not a long one." I explained.
"That's a big statement coming from you." 
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you're not much of a risk taker. At least that's how it seems." she shrugged.
"Well, I just haven't had the opprotunity." I said.
"You sure about that? I mean, I just gave you the chance to take a risk and you declined it. So I'll ask again, do you want one?" She asked, pulling out the pack of cigarettes from her hoodie pocket, the same one where she had stored the silver flask.

"Okay, no need to peer pressure now-" I teased.

She let out a little giggle.

"That wasn't the intent." 

"Fine. I guess I'll try." 

She handed me one of the thin, white sticks and raised her hand to my face, blocking the wind from the lighter as she lit the cigarette for me.

I took a deep breath, holding the smoke in my mouth.

Next thing I knew, I was basically coughing up a lung.

"Oh- fuck- I forgot about that-" she laughed, patting me on the back.
"You inhaled wrong. Here, let me show you." she said, taking a drag of her own cigarette and then inhaling yet again through her mouth.

"Breathe in the way you did, but then breathe in again, not through your nose." 

I did as she said, feeling the smoke in my throat. 

"There you go. Now you can say you've smoked. I don't blame you if you won't do it again though." she laughed.

I shrugged. 

"Not bad. Just tastes like shit." 

"It's an acquired taste, I guess." 

"I don't think I'd be able to get used to that." 
"Fair enough." she laughed, throwing the butt of the cigarette in the fire.

"What time is it?" 
"One- oh shit! I gotta go. See ya." she said, hoisting herself up and picking up her small backpack she had with her.

"Wait! But- when will I be able to see you again?" I asked. Something about her just... intrigued me.
"I'll be here tomorrow. See you then." she winked, before running off and joining another girl in her car. 

Just like that, she was gone. She was different. Blunt. But... I could get used to that kind of different, I suppose.