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☽Prompt: Dave wants to go on a vacation with all his friends but the place that Corpse and Y/N are going is covered in the blood suckers☾
☽Warnings: none☾
☽Pronouns: She/Her☾
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I'll be getting the requests done soon, sorry this was pretty rushed
I just needed to write something and I'm stuck at work
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Stupid Dave and his stupid hang out locations. It would be an understatement to say that Corpse was a little miserable at the moment. Dave had wanted to celebrate the summer in a big way, renting out a lake house with a large outdoor space for the week, ideal for party hosting, and inviting all their friends in California to attend.
If Corpse could have gotten out of it, he would have. He had tried every excuse in the book. But Dave was insistent, may have even used a few threats just to make sure Corpse didn't try anything silly. And so Corpse was stuck, sitting on the deck, picking at the barbecue dinner brought out to the table and watching all of Dave's friends, clad in the skimpiest of swimwear, turned the lake into a jungle gym of rafts and inflatable trampolines and even a floating DJ booth. He was playing with his rings to help calm his anxiety but it wasn't helping like it normally does. And to make matters worse, all the still water meant mosquitoes. So many mosquitoes.
As Corpse went to slap the spot on his arm where he was sure a bug had just landed, he felt a mist hit the spot first. He turned to see you, brandishing a bottle of bug spray like it was a deadly weapon.
"Put out your arms," you commanded, holding the can in front of you.
A smile spread across his face. How did you always know exactly what he needed? He needed a pen to write down his latest idea; there you were. He felt his stomach growl; in you walked asking if anyone wanted dinner. He was so deep in editing, he fell asleep on his desk; he awoke with a blanket over his shoulders and a kind note in your hand explaining where you saved all his files. You were always just the thing he needed.
He spread his arms out beside him in a t-shape. You spun around him, getting every part of his arms and his neck and even squirting a bit on your hands to gentle rub across his face.
As you hands came down across his jaw, he looked up to meet you gaze. Your hand paused just below his ear. He thought he felt you suck in air as your eyes locked. Your fingers resumed movement, only now gentle caressing his neck, not bothering to spread any more of the miracle repellent.
"You're an angel, you know?" he whispered so only you could here.
"Your angel," you confirmed with a gentle, almost sad smile. But quickly you pulled away, the moment passed and turned your back to him.
"Could you get my neck?" you asked. Corpse could tell you were just finding excuses to avoid looking at him.
He took the bottle you handed over, though he didn't bother spraying your neck. Instead, he set the bottle down and pulled you into his lap.
You yelped at the quick move but eased as his arms came to your hips, holding you but not forcing you to stay.
"You are my angel," he stated, resting his head on your shoulder, "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You'd be eaten alive," you said with a nervous laugh.
"And I'd be lonely, too," he added. "You're perfect. Just perfect."
You sighed into him, allowing his lips to dance dangerous close to the skin of your neck.
"What would you say," he started, "to a date. A real one, not those quick bites to eat we do sometimes. Like dinner and a movie and the whole thing?"
You took a deep breath, trying to slow your heart as you felt him still against you, nervously awaiting your answer.
"I'd say yes."
"Good," Corpse said, making to stand, "Then let's get out of here and away from these death-flies."
"You mean mosquitoes?" you asked as he dropped you down beside him.
"Same thing," he confirmed before taking your hand to lead you away from this stupid lake and this stupid Dave vacation and these stupid, stupid mosquitoes.
