Can I be your CORPSE Husband?(CORPSE_husband x original character)[Discontinued]

[part 13] too big

"Wait, sit on the bed, I need to look for the shirt" Corpse says as we walk into his room. I shuffle into the room behind him and sit slowly on the bed. "Holy shit Corpse. I'm stealing these sheets from you" i say as i lean back and make snow angles on the fabric. The dark satin glides across my skin and feels so cool and soft. Corpse turns around and smirks at me, "or you could just never leave my bed."
"Oh shut up," i laugh, "if I'm in your bed it's because it's the comfiest motherfucking bed I've ever had the pleasure of laying on, not because it's yours." Lying through my teeth but not entirely because I could cocoon myself in this fabric and never leave. The fact that it smells like Corpse definitely makes me want to stay more but I wouldn't say that out loud.

"Found it! I haven't seen this shirt since I took the white tee picture," he says, holding the shirt up in front of him, examining the red stain.
"I assumed, you don't seem like the type to rock the stained look, or wear a white shirt in general" i tease.
"Yeah white it not my colour"
I gesture around his room, "no shit." He laughs and shrugs. The only white in his bedroom is the window blinds and even they are pulled up and almost entirely hidden.
He hands me the shirt and grabs a box from his dresser, sitting on the bed next to me.
"What's this?" I ask.
"Accessories," he says plainly, opening the box and pulling things out.

I pick up a necklace and hold it up in front of me, it looks like an entirely black butterfly pendant and chain. "Was this a gift?" I ask.
"Yeah, my niece gave it to me. She has a gold one so we match, i wear it every time i see her."
"That is so sweet," I smile, "you're a big softy."
"Shhh told tell twitter, they'll lose their shit and draw me pastel or some shit," he laughs. I laugh too, he's not wrong, Twitter would lose their minds if they knew about his matching butterfly necklace with his niece.
"Excellent blackmail material," i joke, putting the necklace back into the box.
Corpse hands me 5 bracelets, a chain and a necklace, all of which I recognize from the photo.

"Is your nail polish chipped?" He asks, taking my hand again.
"Yeah, i let it get like that specifically for this" i smile, squeezing his hand and smiling, "I am going to have to paint your nails though." I turn his hand over in mine, examining his almost bare nails, only a few specks of black nail polish remain.
"Only the left hand? I'll be uneven though!" He complains.
"I can do the other hand after the photo" i laugh, "I wasn't planning on leaving you like that."

"Okay I'll leave so you can change into the shirt,"
"No it's fine, just turn around. No perving." I tease. I see a faint pink take over Corpse's cheeks. He hands me the shirt and turns around, fiddling with a necklace he pulled out of the box. I stand up and start pulling off my shirt, I'm not sure what confidence possessed me to take off my shirt in the same room as Corpse but i didn't pause to think it might be weird until i already had the shirt up and over my head. I quickly pick up the wine stained shirt and pull it on.
"Done," i say, signaling Corpse to turn to face me again. His cheeks are still pink, the contrast is striking against his pail skin and dark hair.

"Why do all your things make me look tiny?" I laugh, gesturing to the bottom of the shirt that reaches half way down my thighs. Corpse stands up and moves to stand in front of me. Standing nerve-wreckingly close to me, he reaches up and gently pulls my hair out of the back of the shirt. "Wait the accessories," he beams. He grabs the chain off the bed and clasps it around my neck. "Even this is big on you," he laughs. It's significantly looser on me than it would be on him. Next he picks up the necklace and gently slides it over my head, again pulling my hair out from under it. He smiles gently down at me as he moves a curly strand of hair away from my eyes. I'm now blushing so hard I'm sure I could blend in with the red accents in the room.

We stand for a moment, Corpses hands resting on my shoulders and mine clasped firmly in front of me, far too scared to reach out and touch him. Both of us smiling as we admire the other.
"The bracelets!" I say, breaking the silence.
"Here," he slides 2 bracelets onto my right wrist and 3 on my left, "put the rings on."
I pick up the rings I had long since let slide off, "wait which one goes where?"
"Uh," Corpse looks at his hands and then mine, "turn around, i can't swap the direction in my brain."
I turn away from Corpse and hold my hands up in front of me with my palms facing away from me. He moves closer and reaches over my shoulders, sliding the rings onto my left index and ring fingers. He then picks up another ring and slides it onto my right index finger.
None of the rings fit right and start to slide off when i lower my hands so I lift my hands up again, holding them in the air in front of me.

"Why are you standing like a surgeon?" Corpse laughs as i turn around to face him again.
"They're too big," i laugh too, "they'll slide off if I put my hands down."
"Okay let's take the picture quick before you lose my rings," he chuckles, guiding me out of the room and placing me in front of the white wall in the hallway. I stand awkwardly, hands still in the air, awaiting his instruction on how to pose.
"Okay um. Right hand down," he guides my right hand to the correct position, "left hand up, i don't know what i was doing with my hand but now you have to do it," he laughs, moving my left hand into the right spot.
I laugh at him as he swaps between moving my arms and looking at the photo to get it right.
"Now lean a little to your right."
"Like this?" I sway slightly to my right, trying my best to mimic his pose in the photo.
"Perfect!" He steps back and crouches down to look at me from the angle that the photo was take from, "actually, relax a bit. You look tense."

I relax my shoulders and shake my head, letting some of my hair fall in front of my shoulders but making sure not to move my hands.
"Okay don't move," Corpse says, lifting up his phone and starting to take photos.
"You look like a gremlin crouched down like that" i laugh.
"This gremlin is passionate about getting your angles right," he chuckles, moving again to snap more photos.
I throw my head back, closing my eyes while I wait for him to get a photo he's happy with with.
"I think I got it," he says. I open my eyes and drop my arms, moving towards him to look at the photos. He scrolls slowly through the photos, showing me all the options.
"That one!" I point at the photo I like best. The angle is almost exactly the same as the original and the light is hitting my side in the same way.
"Perfect. Is it my turn now?"
"Yeah! Let's do your nails before you put on the hoodie," I smile. This is going to be fun.