Corpse Husband One-shots

Lap Snuggles *

Author: https://thefanficmonster.tumblr.com/

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF

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I cringe at the sound of the front door creaking when I push it open. It's not like I'll wake someone up or anything, it's just an unpleasant sound my already-pounding head doesn't need to be exposed to. Working as a nurse at a time like this is the closest thing to death that isn't death. I am now coming home after a shift that seemed to go on for years, it's thee AM and I'm supposed to be back at work at seven thirty in the morning - giving me four hours of sleep. I still don't know why I didn't just catch some z's on a plastic chair in the nurses' room to have a bit more time for sleeping instead of driving the half hour back home. Thing is, I couldn't have fallen asleep there, no matter how exhausted I am. This may sound ridiculous and childish, but I can't fall asleep without my boyfriend being by my side.

I've gotten so used to having him by my side every time I go to sleep that if we were to be separated for one night I'd just end up staying awake and texting him until dawn. Call me overdependent or addicted, but it is what it is. I haven't told him about it, I don't want him to feel obligated to baby me to sleep. He has responsibilities too, and I'd hate to hinder him from fulfilling them.

I close the door behind me, having to endure hearing that annoying squeak again. Locking up, I shrug my jacket off and hang it on the coat rack before heading straight into the bathroom. No matter how tired I am, I need to have a shower before going to bed, without it I'd also not be able to fall asleep. I almost forget to strip before I hop in, though I've been wearing these clothes for the past week, so they wouldn't have minded the wash.

After scrubbing the past twelve and more hours of working and stress off my body, I wrap myself in a towel and hurry to the bedroom. The bed is empty, not to anyone's surprise. I already expected Corpse to still be awake, but the light coming from underneath the door to his recording room just confirmed it. Considering I don't hear any noise coming from the room, I can only assume he's editing a video. He pulls these all-nighters frequently, much to my dismay, and when he does I pop two sleeping pills to knock me out. That is pretty risky at the moment, considering that when they knock me out they KNOCK. ME. OUT. I can't run the risk of showing up hours late to work because my sleeping pills worked a little too well.

So, there's really only one thing I can do.

I slip on Corpse's shirt I use for sleeping and put my hair up in a messy bun before walking down the hall to knock on his recording room door.

"Come in!" He calls out from inside. When I open the door and step in the space only lit by his computer screen which is put on the lowest brightness he spins his chair around to face me, his face lighting up when he sees me. "Welcome home, babe." He opens his arms and I basically fall in his embrace, feeling a sense of comfort and security rush over me once his arms have been wrapped around me like a safety blanket. "You're exhausted, aren't you?"

I hum in response, "More than exhausted."

He suddenly lifts me off the ground and places me in his lap with my legs on either side of him, chest to chest and my face hidden in the crook of his neck. His hands smooth my hair and caress my back lovingly, causing me to melt in his arms. "Don't stay up waiting on me. Go get some rest, angel." Just when I thought I couldn't melt even more, he says that and proves me wrong.

"I will...right here." I tell him, adjusting my position so both of us are comfortable. "If you don't mind."

His lips make gentle contact with the side of head, inches above my ear. "Of course not, Y/N. As long as you're comfortable."

I smile, kissing his neck before saying: "Well, good night then. Wake me up if I start snoring."

He chuckles, "Sweet dreams, kitten."

I feel myself drift off into sweet slumber, listening to the lullaby of his soft breathing and calm steady heartbeat, feeling the warmth of his body against mine.

This is what true bliss is, no one can tell me otherwise.