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☽Prompt: just a reader that is scared of thunder and Corpse calms them down☾
☽Warnings: fluff which will rot your teeth☾
☽Pronouns: neutral☾
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Corpse leaned back into the soft cushion pillows and continued watching his favorite scary movie on the TV. He had his arm wrapped around you, resting your head against his chest. He smelled much better than usual and judging by his damp hair, he had showered recently. Old spice? He had to have used something like that. It was a deep masculine smell that just made your stomach twist with lust, but you wouldn't act on it. The rain that tapped on the window threatened to sound your biggest fear.
CRACK
And there it was. The power flickered a little and your screech probably was heard throughout the whole neighborhood. Corpse jumped a little too, tightening his grip around you. "Are you okay!?" He sat up with you, still keeping you secure. You whimpered softly into his chest as he stroked your shoulder.
As concerned as he was, Corpse couldn't help but chuckle. "Are you afraid of a little thunder? Its not going to hit you." Your teary eyes couldn't meet his.
"It could." You choked out. Hell, you knew that sounded completely unreasonable and you knew you weren't going to get struck by lightning tonight. Your fear was totally irrational at the moment, but that didn't stop the panic that was overtaking you.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Concern took over his features once more.
"Nah, don't freak out. You got nothing to apologize for." He pressed a gentle kiss against your temple before pulling you closer.
"Com'ere." He wrapped both arms tightly around you as he held your body against his own.
"I wont let anything happen to you. Unless those goddamn cryptids come in to get you, then there may be nothing i can do for you." You smothered a giggle into his soft shirt, feeling the warm skin of his collar against your forehead.
"You are such a wierdo." He scoffed,
"And you aren't?"
Point taken.
CRACK!
You whined, pressing closer if that was even possible. "Whoa, easy there..." Your puppy Ghost then sprinted up to the sofa, jumping up to get close, wiggling her way beside you, curling up and expecting attention. He reached over to scratch his baby's ear. "She can smell fear."
You rolled your eyes as your heart thudded in your chest with every rumble in the clouds. Your stomach churned uncomfortably, but no matter how terribly it felt, you still felt relatively safe in this man's arms... Nope it was definitely Ghost. Ghost made it a little better.
"How about we go to bed before you shit yourself." Huffing stressfully,
"I don't even think i can right now. I don't know if i can sleep right now." He smirked.
"I'm sure I am very capable of tiring you out," he turned to his dog, "come on my girls."
