⚠️ OUT OF RESPECT FOR CORPSE I WILL NOT BE WRITING SMUT!!! HE HAS ASKED BEFORE TO NOT BE SEXUALIZED AND I WILL BE RESPECTING HIS WISHES ⚠️
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"I think it sounds lovely, dear." Corpse said as he listened to me sing my new song over and over again.
I jumped at the sound of his voice and smiled when I heard him giggle at my little outburst of shock.
"Thanks, corpse. Will you tell me how you like-"
"I already love it all sweetheart. Though I may be a little biased, it all sounds amazing still." He said with a smile as he watched me work.
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[RECORDING STUDIO IN BASEMENT]
"You should take a break soon, my love." Corpse said after about thirty minutes of him just sat silent observing me.
"I'm alright. Thanks though." I said quickly so I could begin working again.
"Baby. You've been going at this nonstop for more than 24 hours. You're brains not well rested enough for this-"
"I'm fine, dear." I insisted.
We both knew that what I was saying was false.
I had been attempting to really perfect my music since about 9am on November 21st. It was currently 3am November 22nd.
"You haven't ate anything this whole time. You've only been drinking water and wine. That's not healthy, love." He was now grabbing my hand and trying to stop it from moving any further on my keyboard.
I sighed and pulled my hand away from his so that I could use it to put my face in my hands.
I don't know what exactly came over me in that moment but I began crying. Crying so hard that you would most likely be able to hear it from the third floor of our home.
"Oh no- Baby~" Corpse said with a audible frown.
He pulled me up from my chair for long enough that he could sit in it and pull me onto his lap.
He gently moved my head to lay on his chest and whispered things like, 'It's alright, my love.' , 'Let it all out.', 'You're okay.' , 'You've got it.', and 'It's okay to cry, Y/n.'
I cried for about an hour and finally calmed down when corpse began kissing all around my face.
He was too sweet to me. Too perfect.
"I don't deserve you." I said with a few sniffles following.
He looked at me in shock for a moment before frowning, "Why do you say that?"
"Because all you've ever been is nice to me. Even before when we weren't married or even dating, you'd always bring me little snacks to school and try to get me to talk to you. But I was a bitch back to you for no reason other than the fact that I didn't like people."
"And when we began dating, you were always there for me. You came to my home at 4am when you saw a photo of my bare arms that are sadly accompanied by scars. And if you hadn't came that day, I wouldn't be here right now. You saved my life without even knowing you were doing so."
"And after we got married, you still haven't ever done anything to upset me. You make sure I'm pleased before you ever take after yourself. You do all the cleaning sometimes without telling me. You let me sleep in and cook us both breakfast even though it's hard for you to get to bed. You do so much for me but almost nothing for yourself in return."
"I don't deserve that."
He took in a deep sigh before moving my face so that I was looking into his eyes, "I love you, Y/n. You deserve everything I do for us." He somewhat whispered.
Upon looking into his eyes, I saw tears forming in them. I really made him cry. What a fucking idiot.
"Corpse i-"
"Please don't apologize, Y/n. I don't want you to ever feel this way ever again. If you would like to do more things with me and perhaps for me so that you don't ever feel like this again, then please do. Because this.... this hurts me."
He finally let the tears fall and he began to silently cry to himself.
This time, I took it upon myself to pull us both up and guide him into our bedroom. I pulled him down onto our bed and waited for him to lay his head on my chest so I could cuddle him and attempt to do what he does for me.
"Please Y/n. When I say it hurts me to see you like this, I really mean it. I can't-"
"I promise." I interrupted.
I felt really bad for how this was effecting him but made sure that I didn't cry so that he wouldn't feel worse or anything like that.
"Pinky?"
We had been doing this for quite a while now, sealing all of our promises with our pinkies. It was now the only way I could trust what someone says so, we decided to lock all of our promises with our pinkies.
Even when we got married, he made sure to hold a pinky promise with me the whole way through. It was amazing.
