Best Bubba
“i have an idea for a ddlg story where corpse is their platonic caregiver and they have a self care day for the reader. she/her pronouns possibly?“ -anonymous poster
Whenever Y/N saw the days pass as a blur and become only a repetitive routine, she’d usually try to change up her days. But this past week has been literal hell. Deadlines and projects pushing her into oblivion. When she was finally able to breath and sit down, a soft ping sounded from across the room. With a groan, she glared at her phone, debating between leaving it and getting up to go see who sent her a message. With a sigh, she pushed herself off the bed and trudged to her phone. A pleasant surprise, she figured, considering it was her friend and caregiver, Corpse.
hey are you done with your work?
yes.... i need a break
say no more
i’ll be there in 10
With a hum, Y/N threw her phone across the bed and laid down. She gazed at the ceiling above her and sighed. She turned her head and looked at her closet, wondering if she could slip with Corpse’s presence, but she was unsure if he wanted to be caregiver, or best friend. So she just had to wait.
With a huff, she stood up and started picking up here and there. It wasn’t a mess, per say, but she always felt better seeing a clean apartment and a calm environment. While cleaning, the ten minutes passed quickly. A soft knock sounded out in the apartment and Y/N made her way to the door. She opened the door fully and motioned for Corpse to come in.
“I’m surprised your place isn’t too much of a mess,” Corpse told her, a small giggle itching it’s way out once he saw her bed head.
“I picked up here and there,” Y/N responded, shoving Corpse’s shoulder once she saw him laughing.
“I’m also surprised that you aren’t little right now.”
“I was waiting to see if you wanted to be caregiver or not.”
“You’ve been working hard bubs, go get changed and Bubba will wait here for you. And bring your hairbrush,” Corpse told her, pushing her gently to her room. Y/N nodded and scrambled to her room with soft giggles bubbling out of her lips.
Y/N soon came back, in her pajamas and with a small stuffie in her arms. Corpse beckoned her closer and motioned for her to sit on the floor. She moved to sit in between his legs and passed him the hairbrush getting herself comfortable. Corpse took her H/L hair and started brushing it carefully and gently. A small hum barely filled the room with a lullaby flowing in the room. Y/N fluttered her eyes, with her hair dipping to the side. She couldn’t help it. Soft fingers slowly and caringly undid tangles and knots, the humming and the close, intimate room brought her close to sleep. Corpse noticed and chuckled, shaking her shoulder softly.
“Don’t go to sleep yet bubs, you haven’t eaten anything I’m assuming.”
Y/N nodded softly and hugged her favorite stuffie closer. Soon, her bed head was gone, and her untangled hair looked how it usually does after this type of treatment. Corpse stood up, and beckoned Y/N to follow. Y/N grabbed his hand and trailed behind, heading into the kitchen. Pulling slightly on Corpse’s shirt, she motioned for him to place her on the counter. With a small hum, he gently raised her and sat her nearby while he scavenged the kitchen for something to heat up.
Even though Corpse could cook, he didn’t feel like cooking, especially since it was 8 pm and he wanted to place Y/N to bed as soon as possible. He brought his laptop anyway so he can still edit while she sleeps.
“How about some soup?” Corpse asked, after spotting a can of chicken soup. He glanced at Y/N and saw her nod slowly. He smiled and caressed her cheek before kissing her head and moving to heat up the soup.
“How was your day bubba?” a small voice asked. Corpse glanced back and smiled at his friend and shrugged.
“It was okay, but bubba is here to care for you, okay?”
“Okay.”
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After a bowl of soup, Y/N rubbed her eyes softly and glanced at Corpse. He was stood at the sink, washing the dishes he used and placing them down to dry.
"Okay bubs, ready for bed?" Corpse asked drying his hands and turning to face Y/N fully. She nodded and smiled, biting back a small yawn. Corpse simply smiled and bent down to give her a piggy back ride. When Y/N smiled and jumped, he gently tossed her and made his way to the bedroom.
Almost like routine, he placed her on the bed and pulled back the covers; ushering Y/N into the covers. Moving to the wall opposite of her bed, Corpse bent down to plug in her small night light that showed the galaxy around her room. He then moved to the shelf, picking two small stuffies that he know Y/N loved to cuddle with when she slipped. He placed them next to her and smiled softly at how she giggled and arranged them next to her.
"Could you sing bubba?" Y/N asked, her large eyes seemed almost glassy by how tired she seemed.
"Of course," he said before beginning to hum softly. Y/N smiled and snuggled closer into the blankets. Within minutes, Corpse noticed Y/N’s easy breathing and the relaxed face she had. He smiled and pulled the blanket over her and inched his way outside of her room. With a small click, the door closed and Corpse turned into the living room.
Just a normal day being Y/N’s best friend and best bubba.
Whew, sorry about the 2, almost 3 month, delay. I was struggling with this as well as with other struggles lately. I really hope you enjoy this soft!Corpse story. Asks are open, so feel free to recommend anything! Check out my pinned to see what else I write about.