Corpse Husband Oneshots

CONCEPT: Corpse is frustrated.

A/N: this is not one story, this is just snippets, different times you've experienced him being frustrated and different situations. They do not all connect.

2A/N: the reason y/n is always so cutesy and pastel babie is because I am ): I'm trying to move them into also being intimidating & black clothing to include more people, I'm sorry y/n isn't yet, I swear I'm trying!!!!

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I spent the better part of my day worrying about what his fans will think of me. Corpse and I are polar opposites and I love that about us, I think it's adorable how small and cutesy I look next to his tall and intimidating. It's one of my favorite parts about us!

The fans (most of them) would have to disagree. I've posted pictures of us together, never our faces, and never any way to identify us, but even just from my outfit and stature they hate it.

I posted a picture a week ago, I was wearing a cute pink sundress and Corpse was in his usual black attire, t-shirt and jeans, and they absolutely slammed me in the comments. Claiming I don't fit the girl he wants, the girl whom he needs, I try not to let it get to me, but it does.

"I just don't understand why they don't let it go." I was hurt, he was frustrated. I tried to calm him down, but it seemed like every time I made excuses for them it just made him worse and worse.

"Please." My voice was quiet and low, I didn't want him to get angry, I didn't want him to yell, I just wanted to feel better. I wanted it to stop.

"They're hurting you, y/n. They shouldn't treat you like this." I agreed, but how was I supposed to say that? People who loved him as I did, purely and wholly. They adored him, I can't call them out. They'd hate me more.

"Please just don't do anything. I can handle it, I'll just turn off my comments." I'd done it before, it worked, but then I missed all the positive comments that came from the nicer fans.

"That didn't even help! You shouldn't have to do that!" I shrunk back at his voice, the anger in his eyes was just desperation. He hated that I felt this way and he had the means to stop it, but I wouldn't let him.

"I want to drop it." I left the room, the conversation had stopped. He knew I meant it and he wasn't going to push that, no matter how much he wanted to.

A Few Hours Later

I had spent the whole time in the bedroom, my eyes sore from the crying. I asked him to leave me alone, not wanting him to know that I was crying over his fans.

I decided I needed him, I was ready to be comforted by him, ready to let him know how I really felt.

"How dare you guys comment rude shit on y/n's posts. If you comment nice stuff, your words are appreciated, but everyone who hates on her for no fucking reason? What the fuck is wrong with you?" I didn't like that he was addressing the situation, but I appreciated him sticking up for me. I sat outside the door, listening to his rant.