? chat room ? (corpse husband)

? forty-seven ?

Corpse opened his newly defined brown eyes, staring at Liv and awaiting her reaction.

"Damn, you look hot as fuck." She said, not holding back. Men really should wear eyeliner. Corpse laughed, his eyes squinting at the corners just a bit. His dark lashes blended perfectly with the black eyeliner, making his eyes stand out. With the makeup, his face somehow looked more beckoning and... seductive? Maybe it was just Liv.

It was probably just Liv.

She hopped off him and took in his whole outfit again.

"You should do an eyeliner reveal." Liv conceded, a sly look on her face.

"It looks that good, huh?" Corpse got up, using careful fingers to push a stray hair from Liv's face absentmindedly.

"Definitely."

When Corpse looked at the camera on his phone, she was right. It looked real fuckin' good.

"I don't know, an eye reveal seems like a lot. I kinda want to ease into it." Corpse admitted, looking at his outfit in his mirror now.

"What about a nail polish reveal? Show off my craftsmanship." Liv tilted her head, watching her beautiful boyfriend fiddle with the end of his skirt.

"I should reveal a picture of my hand around your neck." Corpse joked, not thinking much about it while he examined his hair. He twirled one specific curl, trying to get it to lay right.

Liv raised her eyebrows.

"Wait, that's a good idea." Liv laughed, coming up behind him to wrap her arms around his waist. He met her eyes in the mirror, his mouth parted in shock.

"Deadass?"

"Deadass."

So five minutes later, Liv lay on Corpse's bed giggling underneath him. He was positioned with legs on either side of her, his phone in his left hand and Liv's neck in the other.

"You have to stop laughing." Corpse snickered, trying to get his girlfriend to hold still. She was laughing at absolutely nothing at this point, just the idea.

"I can't help it." She tried her best to breath and calm her laughter down.

She settled with a huge grin, controlling herself.

Corpse snapped a picture. His right hand around Liv's neck, below her diamond necklace. The snake tattoo crawled up her neck just below his hand and his rings elegantly fit the whole aesthetic. He showed it to Liv, who's pupils seemed to dilate. He got off, giggling at the picture and not seeming to realize the sudden focus in Liv's face.

Just looking down at his phone, Corpse posted the picture to his Instagram story with a fancy filter. He also put his song on top of it like a chump, the lyrics "choke me like you hate me but you love me" contrasting the picture. It was perfect.

He didn't even realize as Liv devised a plan in her head. Corpse hadn't realized her sudden interest, she would get his sudden interest. That was for sure.

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Corpse laughed loudly at his stream, his head tilting back and his eyes scrunching. He still wore his unbelievably hot eyeliner and skirt. Liv glared at him from over on his bed, envious that he was so cheerful and not frustrated what-so-ever. She tried her best not to smile at his laughter, even though he was so fucking cute.

He was streaming Rust with their friends, having the time of his life on stream while Liv sat on her phone texting Schlatt. They had asked her to join, but her computer was at her place.