It Started with a Game | CORPSE Husband x Reader

5

"Oh..." I scratch the back of my head. "Not in that way!"

"I know what you mean." He says chuckling, "Then sure."

"Okay. Uh... I don't know if I have any clothes big enough for you." I say.

"It's okay." He says, "Don't worry about it."

"But..."

"No, it's okay." Corpse says.

"By the way, Amy, Mark and Ethan are coming here tomorrow." I say.

"All of them?" He asks. He looks nervous.

"Yeah, they'll be here at 12." I say smiling.

"Oo okay."

"You can have a shower if you want." I say going to get him a towel."

"Do you want to shower?" He asks.

"Yes... why?" I ask.

"If you want to shower than I can tomorrow morning." He says.

"But..."

"It's the least I can do." He says pushing me to the bathroom.

"But wait! I need my clothes!" I say pushing against him.

He sighs and stops pushing me as I run to my bedroom and grabs my pyjamas. I run back to the shower and shut the door.

After a while I finish showering and so my skin routine.

I walk into my bedroom and I see corpse laying on the bed scrolling through his phone. He looks up at me and stares at me.

"Is everything okay?" I ask.

"Yeah. I was just thinking." He says smiling. He pats the space next to him and I walk to the side of the bed. "It's okay, I won't do anything."

"I know you won't." I say smiling at him.

I sit down on the bed and grab my phone. I lay down and start to scroll through Instagram. I see Amy's reply to my message about corpse sleeping over.

She said that, 'that's wonderful!'. Her response was a bit confusing, but okay. I trust Amy.

Suddenly I see an edit of myself, it's one of those thirst edits. I shift uncomfortably.

"What's wrong?" Corpse says putting his phone down.

"Nothing." I say putting my phone down.

"There's obviously something wrong (Y/n)." He says.

"Fine." I give him my phone, "It's these theist edits, they kinda make me uncomfortable sometimes. This one was too much..." I say sighing.

"You could report it." He says.

"Well, what's that gonna do?" I ask, "Instagram will ignore it anyways." I say shrugging my shoulders, "Sometimes I regret becoming a YouTuber. I could have become a teacher or something, now I'm doing this. Getting things like this. Being sexualised by some of mg fans. It just makes me really insecure."

"It's okay, but maybe this happened for a reason." Corpse says.

"I'm mostly glad that Lizzie, Felix, Jack and Mark were there for me. It really helped, but now, as I gain popularity... it's just getting worse." I sigh, "I see these everywhere. I can't scroll through Instagram or Twitter without seeing these edits. How do you deal with this?"

"I don't. People use my songs for pretty thirsty things, I mean, my songs are a bit... ya know... but I just ignore it, sometimes I post it on my story. It depends." He says, "But don't let these people get to you. I know you don't mean to give them material. They find everything and they use anything they can. Many other YouTubers and famous people have this problem. Have you seen the BTS Army? They're crazy."

I yawn, "That's corpse. But I getting tired now."

"Go to sleep, let's wake up at 10?" He asks.

"Sure..." I say shutting my eyes.

"Goodnight (Y/n)."