Corpse Husband One-shots

Flawless 💝 * ⨀

Author: https://thefanficmonster.tumblr.com/

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of insecurities

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Mild Angst

Summary: When you think of Corpse Husband, what aesthetic do you envision? When you think about the types of girls he's into - does something similar come to mind? It does, doesn't it. Well that's exactly what is bothering his girlfriend Y/N - the fact she's not at all what people would expect Corpse's girlfriend to look or behave like.

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yall I think the heart means its a valentines day special?? i dunno -Sylvia

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Opposites attract, they say. Well, I can tell you from first hand experience that dating someone who's almost your complete opposite is like walking on a tightrope. It's a balance between bliss and happiness and the constant presence of one's insecurities regarding their partner's view of them. I, for one, have struggled quite a bit with self-love and never coped with it properly until I met my wonderful boyfriend Corpse. He pointed out my importance and excellence, all the beautiful things about me that I never managed to see when looking in a mirror or when analyzing myself. He's the reason I stopped comparing myself to others. I became my own person, unbothered by what others thought of me or how high other people ranked in comparison to me.

That is until Corpse's popularity skyrocketed, sending him in the spotlight, aka the eye of many people on the internet who inevitably started falling for this deep voiced sweetheart I have the honor of calling mine. I can't blame all the so called 'simps' who'd do just about anything for Corpse in hopes of grabbing his attention and receiving a reply to a post or a comment of theirs. I understand them completely, I would've felt and acted the same way if I were in their spot. Honestly, I still feel that way - whenever Corpse shows how in love with me he is, which is 99.9% of the time, I melt more and suppress the urge to squeal. One day he'll be dating a puddle of a person and he'd be responsible for it. He has never done anything but show me how important I am to him, how much I mean to him.

Yet here and now, looking at his feed, I can't help but feel an ache in my stomach, an unsettling feeling of my old insecurities flooding back.

You see, the problem with dating someone so different is that you always wonder if they'd prefer someone of their own type. In my case, I can't help but let my mind start spiraling with doubt, comparing me to those girls who are rocking the e-girl aesthetic. Though I'd never say it out loud, it never leaves me alone unless I stop looking at all those pictures and videos of girls who would fit him so much more. Girls he sings about in his songs, exact representations of his lyrics.

While I'm the complete opposite.

Exchange the chains with thin gold necklaces; the black lipstick with pink lip-gloss; all the shades of black with pastel colors; the experience with nothing. Yeah I don't have any experience, and Corpse knows that. I've never thought twice about that fact, but hearing so much about it in his music has made me feel like I'm lacking. And no, don't get me wrong, Corpse himself has never made me feel that way, so far from it. But knowing there are so many girls out there that could give him what I can't...it takes a toll on me and I'm afraid it might eventually take a toll on our relationship as a whole. What am I to do when I can't help it.

"Are you wearing eyeliner?" Corpse's voice, the baffled tone of it, more specifically, causes me to raise my eyebrows.

He's just gotten up after a night of surprisingly peaceful sleep and he's still rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes which are struggling to shine from behind the dark locks covering them. That's one of my favorite looks on him - Morning Corpse - but only after a good night's sleep. When his mind and body haven't rested over night he looks way older in the morning, his eyes bearing nothing but red shades of exhaustion and dark shadows all around them.