mirror by @yamihere004
synopsis: you and corpse, together through thick and thin (submitted post)
pairing: corpse husband x s/o!reader (gn)
tw: broken objects (mirrors, glasses), slight mentions of blood
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“U-um guys I want to take a break I will join back when I am done,” Corpse said while muting himself on discord and stream, took off his headphones and sighed loudly.
You looked up from your laptop in concern. “Corpse?” you asked softly, “Is everything alright?”
“No shit,” he muttered, “I am going to the bathroom.”
Concerned about your boyfriend, you headed to his setup and read through the stream chat.
Again and again, most were asking Corpse about when he will be doing a face reveal, and asking about his past, same questions.
You sighed in disbelief. They never understood him. Showing anything about him was out of his comfort zone. It took him 2 hours to post his first ‘hand pic’. Him blowing up online and getting popular on the Internet had been bothering him for a least a month already and you were worried about his health since the start.
I should probably go check on him, you thought as you walked out of the room, heading to the bathroom quietly.
But then you heard sniffles. A yell. Then a crash of glass. A scream.
“NO! No, no, no… I can’t, I can’t-”
You rushed into the bathroom, opening the door with a bang.
Corpse just curled up and sat on the floor, face in his bleeding hands, shards of mirror fell around him, reflecting light everywhere. His eyepatch flung across the room.
He broke the bathroom mirror.
You kneel down next to him, pushing the shards away from you two carefully. Slowly, he raised his head to look at you, tears welling up in his eyes.
You pulled him into your embrace, slowly running your hand through his curly hair. Your small frame held his large frame close to your chest.
“Don’t hold it back, Corpse,” you comforted him quietly, “let it out. I am here now, you’re safe.”
Started with the tiny whimpers against you, he started shaking vigorously, and the sobs came. He screamed and cried, and boy did he cry. Your heart broke seeing him so vulnerable. You would kill anyone who dared harm him in any way. You held him close, letting him cry it all out, mumbling sweet nothings to him.
After quite a while he finally calmed down, he mumbled something against your chest. “Hmm?” you asked softly. “I am not a person that people should look up to,” he mumbled, pulling away. Looking at his bleeding fingers, he whispered, “I am a mess…”
You stood up to grab the first aid kit and guided Corpse to sit on the toilet counter, pushing the glass shards away from him.
“People have been asking about you face again right,” you said, cleaning cuts on his knuckles.
“I do not like my face. At all. I am nothing close to pretty or sexy. I’m just-” he looked back to you, unsure about what to say.
“You.” you completed the sentence for him. After all, you had been hearing this statement for over twenty times at night talking to him.
He let out a quiet hiss as the alcohol glazed through one of the deeper cuts and you let out a short apology.
“Isn’t it great though?” you asked. “You are being you. You cannot be replaced by anyone else boo.”
“It hurts to see my face like this, with dark circles around my eyes and shit. And people still ask questions about my face.” He muttered. “I looked so shitty and I lost it and broke the mirror.” He confessed shyly.
You looked back to him and smiled briefly. “It’s alright. I will clean the room after I clean you up. It has been a while since you had a breakdown, we should call it an improvement yeah?”
He nodded and watched you focus on bandaging his hands up. He was in awe. You never saw him as a mess he thought he was. He loved you, and you loved him.
“How did I even end up finding you?” He mumbled, and you hummed back in response. “I couldn’t even reply to my friends’ texts properly or take my meds normally on time and there’s you. Like an angel. Guarding my ugly messy ass. I don’t deserve you.”
You gasped at him, tears welling up in your eyes. Grabbing a black rose from the vase at the corner of the counter, you slipped it behind his ear slowly and pushed a strand of hair away from his face. You held his large hands with your smaller ones and said to him,
“I am the one who doesn’t deserve you, my sweet angel.”
You leaned in with your tippy toes and pecked him on his forehead, and you both closed your eyes to treasure the moment.
Corpse looked up to you and cupped your face. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, sweetheart.” You smiled, “I am your guardian angel after all. Now let’s get you back onto the floor, yeah?”
You watched him carefully slid back onto the floor and slowly walked towards the door like a child. He looked back at you, waiting for you to come along with him.
“Let me clean your eyepatch first boo,” you reminded him as you reached for it and washed it in the sink.
“Ohh yeah the stream is still going,” he realised, “oh no…”
“You will be fine,” you reassured him as you helped him put on his eyepatch, keeping the rose on his ear, “the fans will understand. You needed a break.”
“Stay?” He asked you, pouting, as you have arrived back in front of his computer.
“Always, darling.” You pulled up a chair next to him and held his hand while he continued the stream, chatting back happily to his friends telling them he was okay now, and everything is fine.
“I’m good now, my guardian angel is here.” He looked at you smiling as he took your hand and gave it a kiss.
Illness and welfare might have taken his adolescence away, but you were going to make sure he would have the best part of it with you, even if it was a few years late.
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