Secrets A Corpse Husband x YouTuber ff

✯Collab collar✯

⚠DISCLAIMER: This will contain some scenes that are triggering to some audiences, viewers digression is advised!⚠

A day later

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'Breath in.....Breath out......'

I try my best to not freak out and have a panic attack so I try doing my breathing exercises to calm myself down but they don't seem to be doing shit to calm me down.

My thoughts are running wild, wild over the fact that my dad might legit rob me and maybe murder me. But they go even crazier, committing suicide one by one each time I think of his smile... Fucking fAnGs? I must be going insane.

Then I get an idea...

'What if I invite him over, I have nothing to lose anyway? Just ask him if he'd be into doing a collab with me and just in case I've got pepper spray and a taser so if he tries anything I can defend myself. I can prepare an escape route as well and have my phone in hand ready to call the police...and then I will... Ok now, this is just stupid I'll just have pepper spray in my pocket.'

I finally make up my mind and open the discord app, after I logged off and stopped the stream I added everyone to my discord so I have Corpses ...er ...Adrian's discord.

'What the hell do I call him? Corpse Adrian Husband..? No PeRiOdT'

I get a call from my father.

I think while puckering my lips ignoring the phone call. I start typing my message to him.

Messages with Corpse Husband:

You:

Hello Corpse Husband,

Recently I found some songs that you produced and was wondering if you'd like to do a collab with me. If so you can contact me here and we can go further on into details and information.

Kind regards,

Y/n.

SENT AT 1:23p.m.

I set my phone down on the coffee table, biting my bottom lip in anticipation of his answer. I get the feeling I shouldn't even be bothered, I was digging myself deeper and deeper. I sigh knowing I'm not getting any sleep tonight. My palms get clammy and this unsettling feeling twists in my gut making me feel nauseous.

I decide to do a dance cover for the box by Roddy Ricch.

(P.s you're the one on the left.  Also, your dance studio is connected to your recording room. Your apartment is also pretty big.)

After I finished I was pretty sweaty since I had the furnace on due to the cold weather of this week. I got the camera and went into the recording room. After a few minutes of editing, I upload it to YouTube on my singing/ Dancing cover channel since I haven't uploaded any videos there in a while.

I get another call from my father but ignore it again

I was about to change went my doorbell rang. I wandered over to the door and looked through the peephole with caution. I was shocked to see Adrian standing there staring at his iPhone with a frown. I quickly fumble about unlocking my door forgetting that I was sweaty and looked like I had just fucked someone. And fucked them hard.

(Why the hell am I writing shit like this. )

"Hello oh- uh Adrian what are you doing here?" I question trying to act as if I didn't know it was him. He looked me up and down raising an eyebrow but before he could call me out on my messy appearance  I blurt out. "It's not what it looks like I swear! I was dancing! Not gettin' it ok? I am an innocent lil'Bean! " I shouted defensively. "Ah ok..." He didn't sound convinced at all. I suddenly realized how rude I was acting!

'Invite him in you awkward idiot!'

I opened the door even more scooting to the side all while motioning for him to come inside. He looks at me then walks in with a nod. I close the door once he's well inside my apartment. I lock the door and turn around to see him looking at my taser and pepper spray then he makes eye contact with me.

"Whoops must've forgotten to put those away..." I see a slight smirk on his face for at least a split second before going back to neutral. "So you'd like to do a collab with me?"

"Oh yes! But only if you're up to it?" I  say then tilt my head in a questioning manner, playing with my hands. "Why else would I be here?" I smile and grab my notebook and open it to a blank page handing it to him. " I am just going to quickly change," I say then walk out of the room to my bedroom. I came back in some jeans and a black shirt with big sleeves that had the word HATE imprinted on it, I also put on a collar to make the outfit look complete.  "Shall we start?" He nods. I sit across from him on my lazy boy recliner.

After that, we both got comfy on the couch and started to share our ideas, and started the rough draft of the lyrics. We also made a few beats to go with it but it wasn't going to be used officially yet. It was about an hour into composing and I didn't even offer him anything, better late than never. "Would you like a drink of anything? Food?" I say feeling glad that I'd went and gotten groceries.

"Yes, I'd like to have a taste of you..." He mutters thoughtfully while gazing at my neck.

A/n: Hey darlings! This depressed bitch is back after one day!  I have thought about the last A/n I posted in a better mindset. and.....Drum roll....I am not rewriting this and I am not discontinuing no matter what! I have finally refilled on my happy pills so we are feeling oddly happy and filled with positive thoughts! So that means no more procrastination and more chapters soon to be out! My depression was being a complete ass and made me feel insecure and useless. Lol, the story of my life. Also, I was diagnosed with Chronic Insomnia so there will most likely be updates late at night depending on where you are. Not that I am complaining, I have it easy. Anyway enough about me. I might start a Corpse Husband one-shot soon. Just a thought though. Anyway sorry, this update was short and crappy. Half edited...like always. Also, do any of you get where the chapter names are coming from? I have left some hints here and there. Thank you for the ongoing support and we will see you all soon!