Fluff
Comfort
Swearing and small triggers
Short chapter
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"Fuckkkkk!"

"Its a small trip, I swear, you don't have to talk if you want to. I just need you by my side for a bit." He ruffled his hair to cover his eyes,

"What for Y/n?"

I looked around the store shivering for a bit, he noticed my hands were getting colder than usual. He hugged them tightly, assuring me that it was okay.

"It's okay, I gotta go to the bathroom. Wait a bit?"

I nodded a bit and smiled weakly, he let my hand go to headed to the bathroom. A few people started walking around, surrounding in a way.

My anxiety was reaching it's peak today, more than usual but I thought calming my nerves by shopping would help, I was very wrong.

Despite trying to stay in place, it almost felt like I was getting in everyone's way, the best guess was that I was. Of course standing on the middle of the walking path would answer that.

I headed to the mens clothes aisle, the clothes were more comfortable than a skimpy tight outfit that cost too much. There was a really cool sweater that would suit Corpse well!

My head met with something hard while two big arms wrapped around my torso, making my small smile grow wide.

"I don't wanna go clothes shopping baby." He whispered, giving light kisses on my head, he yawned then rubbed his face in the crook of my neck.

"You're not sleeping on me yet darling, but you did complain about not having enough sweaters." He grumbled a small 'oh yeah' before lying in my neck again, feeling his warm breath almost made me sleepy.

"At least three and we can go, sound good love?" He whispered a yes, but made it harder to walk while keeping his position, being the sleepyhead he is.

A couple of minutes have passed and I  swore he fell asleep, but he just had his head down while scrolling through twitter, giving sighs and grumbles from some mean comments.

"There are still mean people out there?" He grumbled then turned his phone off to look up, his small frown almost turned to laughter seeing a my little pony sweater hanging from my 'buying arm'. He choked on his breath, then laughter came.

"Who the hell is wearing that?" I looked at him with a smug expression, it was for him. He silently laughed into my shoulder, some girl lightly gasped and quickly walked away.

"Oh shit Corpse..." His expression turned serious, hearing her too. He grabbed my hand and headed to the checkout lane, squeezing it tight and started to swear under his breath.

My head directed to the silver cup on the shelf of the lane, seeing the girl texting frantically behind us. He looked down breathing heavily, my hand slowly grabbed his chin and moved it to cup reflecting to the girl.

She lifted her phone to take a picture of us but tried not to look obvious, soon it was our turn to buy the clothes. We rushed over and quickly bought our clothes and scurried away. Hearing a quick 'dammit!' From behind.

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"Anything from the fucking media?" He kept his teeth on his hand, shaking whilst putting his free hand over his head. I slowly patted his head, still refreshing over 'corpse face reveal'. Reaching over I pulled his hand from his mouth to kiss him gently.

"It's been a week and nothing, she didn't get a picture from the looks of it Corpse." I assured him it was okay, keeping my hand on his back to caress his face. After a few hours like this we calmed down and decided to make lunch.

"You look amazing in that sweater Corpse." He blushed at the compliment to see the pink my little pony sweater, he swore he would never wear it when we left but then his other sweaters, they all got dirty. It was the last one, and he kept angrily snuggling into it.

"Eggs and toast?" I asked. "Butter the bread too." He added while taking out the eggs and ingredients. We skipped breakfast to 'oversleep', scrambling then he smiled making the eggs, while I wiped the butter on the toast.

"Open wide!" He looked at me and crossed his arms, "I promise it's toast!" He bit into the bread and gave a thumbs up.

"Wanna watch a movie?" He sat on the couch flipping through the channels, putting on a documentary. "Sure! Hold on!" I changed into some clean clothes and walked over to lay in his lap, he patted my head. Taking my hair out of my eyes to watch the show.

"Based on a true story."

"Corpse I swear to god-" he laughed and got comfortable to watch the movie.