Corpse Husband x Reader One Shots

Carrots

So maybe you were a little bit of a picky eater. But you'd never be caught admitting to that, to yourself, or to anyone. when someone happened to bring it up, you would just say something along the lines of that, you were just peculiar about what you ate.

You still remember the first moment Corpse had said something about it.

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"You're picky, aren't you?" He'd asked and your eyes snapped up. He'd been watching and listening to you closely as your eyes scanned the menu. The first time he'd been witness to it. You had been babbling out loud about what sounded best to you, but then you would also mention things you would want to switch out and add in to make it even better. You were moreso talking to yourself, but Corpse had been so zoned in on you. Things between the both you were still so recent, he was still learning you and he liked to pay attention.

"I'm what?" You sounded offended. And Corpse had to try really hard not to crack a smirk.

"You're a little picky, right?" He also tried keeping his tone from becoming too teasing, yet.

"No." Your response was very quick, you were on the defence. And he couldn't help but to smile then. He knew he was right.

"There's nothing wrong if you are, I'm just wondering."

"Well stop wondering and figure out what you're ordering and not worry about what I'm getting." You were a little hangry at this point, too. Another fact Corpse had come to learn about you. If you didn't eat when you announced you were hungry, it would only be a short amount of time until that hangry monster in you emerged.

"I already know what I'm getting." He counteracted.

"Well, good."

"Because I'm not picky." He couldn't help himself but to tease you.

"I'm not picky! I just like what I like."

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Ever since then, whenever the two of you had found yourselves in a situation where it involved reading a menu, he loved to watch you do it. You always took a lot longer than Corpse to order, but he never minded. Each time, you studied it like you were studying for an important exam and you would mumble audibly, lost in a quiet conversation between you and yourself. And how he loved to listen in, like it was exclusive information and Corpse was a fly on the wall. He had made a habit of deciding on his food very quickly so he could give you his full attention for these moments.

Still to this day, you weren't aware he did this. You would be so caught up in reading the menu, figuring out how you were going to satisfy your picky eating habits that you'd never looked up to find your boyfriend looking so lovingly at you.

He then, would even love to see how you interacted with the staff when you did finally make up your mind and were ready to order. You always spoke to everyone as if they were a friend you hadn't seen in a while. You were like no one else, so warm, so bright, so inviting. In world where social interaction could be so awkward, you thrived instead. You'd smile and make jokes, you were a social butterfly. Sometimes, though, he'd catch himself feeling slightly jealous if the person working was getting a little too caught up in your words and getting a little too lost in your eyes. Your words were for him to get caught up in, a soundtrack he'd play over and over if he could. And your eyes were for him to peer into, for him to wonder if the brain inside your head was made of something different to make you this enchanting.

But then you'd always look back to Corpse and you'd give him a smile that was reserved for only him. A smile that no one else was lucky enough to witness. It was a smile that was made out of the genuine love you felt only for him. One that said, it's okay, I'm with you, I'm yours. And he'd feel better. How could he not when that sunshine you radiated made it's way into him and made him feel brighter.

"What'd you decide on?" He always asked you this. Even though he'd just heard your thoughts leading up to your final decision. But he still liked to hear you answer him at a normal level, when you were actually engaging in conversation with him and he wasn't just overhearing your spoken thoughts with yourself.

He wasn't often surprised when you told him of your order, because of how much he already had listened to you. But tonight you did say something that surprised him.

"It comes with cooked carrots, but I just won't eat them."

"You love carrots?" He questioned, because he thought he was so sure of this. It was often a snack you had some days during sometime in the mid afternoon to tie you over until dinner. And you wouldn't just eat one either, you'd eat about three or four. In fact, there'd been multiple times he'd told you if you ate that many carrots you wouldn't be hungry for dinner.

"I do, but only fresh." You answered him. "I hate cooked carrots."

"Are they not the same-"

"No!" Immediately you cut him off, and instantly he was entertained. He knew right away this was going to turn into you going off on a tangent. You often would get oh so passionate about topics that didn't require any actual level of passion, but oh how he loved to sit and listen when your words ran off with your fire fuelled personality.

You continued on, "Don't even finish that sentence! They are not the same thing at all."

Corpse remained silent, instead, he moved to place his elbows on the top of the table to rest his head in his hand, to really show he was paying attention. This was for both you and him, he knew your love language was quality time and that meant you wanting undivided attention and for him, he was too excited to learn this new found information about you.

"First of all, I would like to know who was the first person who even decided to cook a carrot." And so you began, "they're literally perfect with how they are already." You took a deep breath in and Corpse had to fight off a laugh. "They're the perfect amount of crunch, the perfect amount of fresh, the perfect shape to hold as you eat it, the perfect size to go in your mouth, it's always satisfying to chomp through a carrot." You were talking with your hands, lifting a finger each time you mentioned something you loved about carrots. Then you paused, holding your hand up to signal you were going to continue after you took a quick sip of water.

Apparently you really meant business about carrots. And as he watched you drink the water, he wondered how on earth could he have missed this breaking update that you didn't like cooked carrots? He wondered why he hadn't picked up on it during all of his time of watching you read through menus.

"Like, who ate a carrot in its natural and best form and thought, this is so great, I love carrots, now I'm going to try and ruin it!"

"Ruin it?"

"Yes, ruin it, Corpse!"

"I don't think they intended to ruin it."

"Well they did! And for what?" You questioned out loud, but Corpse knew it wasn't for him to answer, you were questioning the universe. "What was the point of ruining carrots? A food that was already so perfect, it's so dumb."

For a second, he thought you might have finished right there, but you didn't.

"And the fact that it gets cooked in so many different ways? Like, stop! No one asked you to do that." You huffed, and he smiled. You were talking about carrots of all things, but he was going to listen to every word you said. "Like, find me one person who prefers cooked carrots over normal carrots? You can't!"

"I bet I could." Corpse only said this to will you on further.

"No you couldn't!" How easily you argued against his words and he did laugh that time, but you still weren't finished talking about carrots. "And if you ever do, you better run for your life because that person would be a serial killer."

He continued to laugh and you knew you were being overdramatic, but you had accepted a long time ago, that, that was a very definitive part of your personality. It was a part of you that Corpse had come to adore when it came out like this.

"Carrots are perfect, like, truly an ideal food. And I will never forgive whoever was the first person who ever cooked a carrot."

"What if it was me?" He couldn't help but to say, his tone a little teasing.

And there it was that again, that smile of yours. "Maybe I'd consider, but it would be a hard battle to win me over."