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☽Prompt: just read the title, that's the best way I can describe it☾
☽Warnings: more fluffy than Lily's voice☾
☽Pronouns: neutral☾
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You guys deserve two updates because I left you guys for so long without anything
Also I don't know why I wrote this, I guess I just feel a little lonely right now since I've been dealing with a stomach ache along with a headache since Thursday now and until my doctor decides to get his shit together, I'm out of my anti-depressants along with my sleeping medication meaning that I'm basically just laying in bed all day but unable to sleep. Not to mention my brother is being a complete ass and blaming me for all his issues in life and not doing shit about my grandma who is supposed to go into surgery near the end of November
Sorry I was venting, time to get to the story
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"Corpse, come on, let's get to bed!" He grumbled as he fought to keep his eyes open. He knew you wanted him to sleep in your bed with you, but the couch was just feeling way too comfortable. It was so difficult to even consider twitching a finger when this couch was so inviting.
"Come on, babe, it's time for bed. I know you're tired, but the couch will be bad for your back."
Corpse didn't have any complaints about that. If he ever had back pain, he just asked you to rub his back for him and you responded without a second thought. He weighed the pros and cons, but you were shaking his shoulder before he could come to a decision.
"Piss off," Corpse groaned as felt your lips against his knuckles as you held his hand in your own.
"Oh stop it, you big grump," you chuckled, scooting him back a little so you could sit on the couch cushion, leaning against his chest since he turned over to make room. "So what has you so tense?"
He rolled his eyes as he propped up his head in his hand. "Dave is coming down to visit." Dave was coming? What wasn't he happy about it? You thought they were the best of friends.
"Okay and this is the part where you tell me what is wrong." His skin was warm against your own as you comfortingly stroked it, occasionally letting your nails leave feather like touches down his arms, leaving goosebumps to spread over his sensitive flesh.
"I'm still nervous. I'm getting better with my anxiety and shit; I know I am, but apart me keeps telling me that all of my friends and you just pity me, that's why you guys stay around. I know you care about me along with Dave and everyone else but I just-"
You sighed, lying down to spoon him. "I have already told you, you are getting better. They all that, that's why we're here, we support you. Don't tell yourself that we just pity you, we all love you Corpse."
He looked over to you with hopeful eyes. "I won't. I promise."
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Note: I know I probably could have written something better but to be honest, I don't even know what else to write and I hate this
