It Started with a Game | CORPSE Husband x Reader

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I put the camera back on the computer, "So, we are back friends." I say to the others and to the stream.

"It looks like you guys had fun." Sean says.

"Well, I usually have fun cooking." I say.

"I just don't really cook." Corpse says making everyone laugh.

I start to eat the hotdog, "Oh... this was a bad idea." I say.

"Why?"

"Hotdogs are for ugly eating." I say sighing, putting it down, "Corpse, you're lucky."

"Why?" He asks laughing.

"Because if you don't show your face, than you can't ugly eat!" I exclaim throwing a tantrum.

"(Y/n), no one cares!" Felix says laughing.

"You think so?! So many people care. This is why people are so insecure now-a-days." I say, I take my fork with just the plain hotdogs and start to eat them.

"(Y/n), just eat the ducking hotdog!" Mark exclaims.

"I'll eat it later!" I say.

"(Y/n), it's okay." Corpse says, he pays my shoulders, "How come I can eat a hotdog and you can't?"

"Because everyone is watching me..." I say looking at him.

"It's fine. No one cares, it'll be okay." He says.

"How about I turn off my facecam?" I say going to turn it off.

Corpse stops me, "No, if your fans care about how you eat, they aren't really fans."

I state at him in shock. I love the mouse away from the button and sigh, "That is true."

"Wow!" Jack exclaims breaking the awkward moment.

"I think that... that was a good argument." I say to Corpse.

"I know." He says.

I grab the hotdog and take a bite.

"See, it wasn't so hard." Corpse says.

I nod my head while chewing.

After a few hours past. I end the livestream after raising a ton of money for charity.

"You raised a lot." Corpse says.

"Yeah, I did. I'm really proud of myself." I say smiling.

"That's really great." Corpse says.

"It's getting late Corpse..." I say.

"Are you tired?" He asks.

"A bit." I say smiling. "If you don't mind me asking, where do you live?" I ask.

"A few streets across." He says.

"Wait... really?" I ask.

"Yeah, I was shocked too." He says smiling.

"But it's really late right now." I say, "Do you want to stay here?"

"I don't want to bother you..." He says.

"No! You won't be bothering me. You can take the bed and I'll sleep on the couch." I say heading to the couch.

"No, this is your house, you live here. How about i sleep ok the couch?" He asks.

"But you're the guest..." I say, "Then, let's both sleep in my bed. I sure it's big enough."

"Together?" He asks.