Corpse Husband X Readers

'The Way We See Ourselves' Oneshot 🖤

hoshimi_03  hope you like it! This story is about the reader and corpse having self image issues so both of them wear masks.

(Your POV)

You were almost out the door when you suddenly remembered you forgot to feed Muffin. You hurried back to the kitchen to quickly feed your fur ball before you left for work. You couldn't be late again! Your manager would write you down for tardiness this time for sure.

Muffin, excitedly waiting for food, tried to brush up against your legs for attention. You stepped away from him just in time. You were wearing all black and his fur would no doubt get all over your clothes. That would also get you written down by your manager!

"I'll give you snuggles when I get home, stay back fur ball" you told him

Muffin didn't listen, not that he understood, and brushed alongside you. You let out a sigh as you finished giving him food and water.

"It's a good thing you're cute. I am going to be so late" you said through a breath of frustration

You rushed to the nearest mirror in your house but then hesitated before looking into it. You had to check to see if you had cat hair on your clothes, if you did you'd have to find a different outfit fast.

'Just do it, you look perfectly fine' you told yourself whilst your hands were a bit shaky

You forced yourself to look up and examine your reflection. You fidgeted with your mask, you couldn't put into words how much you hated the face that looked back at you. You shook your head and glanced at your clothes for signs of cat hair. There wasn't any by some miracle so you ran out of the house and started your drive to work.

After working at some run down salon for two years you'd finally moved on up to have the job of your dreams. You worked as a professional hair stylist now and got the pleasure of helping change people's self image of themselves by something as simple as a haircut. It was ironic granted your opinion of yourself but maybe that's why you wanted this job to begin with. You didn't want other people to see themselves the way you saw yourself.

You adjusted your face mask after a glance in your rear view mirror. In the beginning wearing a surgical mask all the time had felt uncomfortable but nowadays it was just a normal part of your life. Wake up, get dressed, put on mask.

You pulled into the parking lot of your work place and raced inside. Only late by a literal minute.

"Hey girl" your coworker and friend Emily welcomed

"Hey...I thought our manager was supposed to be here today?" you said, confused

"She's sick so you get stuck with only me today" Emily laughed

"Oh okay" you replied

"I started stocking already if you want to go do that while I watch for customers and review these appointments" Emily said

You nodded and headed to the back of the store to resume stocking. Very few people came in to get their hair cut in the morning so the shop wasn't busy till afternoon. Emily called for you when business started picking up and you came to help.

It was around one p.m. when a motorcycle drove up and the driver walked in the doors. You were busy with another customer at the moment but spared a glance at the boy. He wore all black clothes beneath a leather jacket but what caught your eye was the surgical mask he wore. You wondered if he had a medical condition...or if maybe he was someone like you who had self image issues.

"I'll be right with you" you called to him since Emily was also busy with a customer

He nodded and took a seat in one of the waiting area chairs.