#corpse imagines

Corpse:

Let's be honest, he would have no idea what exactly it is you're studying

He knows some basics that are common sense and bits and pieces that he's collected while you were rambling about the topics to him

Generally though, he has no clue what's going on and certainly will not be able to help you do the actual studying

However if it helps for you to explain the topics to him instead of reading the books for a hundred times with seemingly no pay off, he'll gladly listen

Allows you to rant of about the intricate details as he fakes an understanding and nods his head along

Don't get him wrong, he loves to hear you talk and is genuinely interested in what you're saying, but you might as well be speaking a different language cause he cannot understand a singular word that passes your lips

If you're a night owl, that's great! He'll love to bring you midnight study snacks and bring a glass of water every so often

He definitely stays up with you and likes to just hang around the room where you study in the background and vibe to some music

Every so often he will walk up to you for head pats

The screen in front of you shone brightly, lighting up the room. The only thing telling you the time and date was your laptop. With the curtains permanently shut and having lost any sense of time you did possess over the past days, you wouldn't have a single clue how much time had passed otherwise.

Music comes through your headphones in attempt to keep you focussed on the matter at hand, a word document that is much longer than you would've liked containing all the summaries you had made over the past days.

The music however also deafened you from the sound of the door opening and closing, as Corpse stepped into your room with a white plastic bag containing some snacks and a cup of your favorite drink in his other hand.

As he set the objects on the desk beside you, you realized he had come in and pulled one side of your headset off your ear.

Corpse's arms wrap around you from behind, his chin resting on your head as you nuzzle yourself closer in his embrace. His eyes lazily trail over the text on the screen for a moment before they narrow and turn away.

Tilting your head back, you look at him from underneath, chuckling as you catch his confused look at the screen.

"when did you have this exam again?" The question escapes his lips almost with a hint of pity within.

Sykkuno:

Honestly I think it really depends on what you're studying if he will understand it or not

No matter what it is however, he is proud

When he has a chance in any conversation he'll casually bring you up and proudly explain what kind of complicated things you have been studying and how smart you are

He is so encouraging, no matter if he quite understand what it is you study or not

He probably would leave you interrupted while studying, but if you come out of your room to seek his attention out first he'll be so happy

If something bothers you or frustrates you about the material he's waiting with open arms to take your mind off it

If you're studying for long times he'll come to crave some affection so he'll either be glued to your side when you do finish or he will come and seek you out first

Will provide you with snacks, your favorite food, smoothies, coffee, tea, whatever you prefer while studying, he'll get it for you

Will want to spent time together once the stressful period is over, catching up to affection he may have missed during it

I think he'd definitely keep quite a careful watch over you in terms of rest

He will drag you off to bed at 2AM if you're still studying demanding you get some proper rest

"you know staying up this late is bad for your health, right?" The worry was evident in his voice as he leant against your desk as he stood beside you. His back was turned to the furniture and his eyes were glued to your tired face.

"it'll be worth it once summer vacation hits." You shoot Sykkuno a tired smile, making him turn his head to where your mug dutifully stood, as it had been for the past three days, half filled with your favorite study drink which had turned room temperature by now.

He raised his eyebrow in question, watching as you turn back to the screen that lights up your face with white light, the page's reflection in your eyes, "rest is important if you want to do well on the exam."

"so is knowledge and caffeine," though your words may be harsh, the tone with which they leave your lips easily tell him it was a joke, "besides, I'll just need to finish this last part."

His hand finds your hair, and you lean into his warm touch as you shut your eyes for a moment, taking in the moment. A small smile formed on his lips at the sight, his fingers threading through your hair.

"promise this is the last part?" He speaks up as you open your eyes once more, looking up at him as you give him a small smile.

The bags under your eyes paired with the exhausted look on your face had noy been as clear in the past days as they were currently. He admired you for your willpower to study these amounts, but you worried him sometimes with your behavior.

Your voice pulled him back to the small smile that played on your lips, "I promise."

Toast:

He's knowledgeable, not on all topics and subjects, but he's definitely knowledgeable

Start ranting to him about topics and he'll genuinely become interested and follow along, asking some questions here and there

If you ever need to write some sort of paper or essay, he'll gladly read it over for you for any mistakes or things to change

He won't admit it, but if you start explaining some of the things you're studying to him, he'll love it

Especially if it's something you're passionate about, he'd love to watch you explain stuff to him

The way your eyes shimmer, and how excited you look to talk to him about it all, he loves it

Forehead kisses while studying and will order food for you and bring drinks

Probably won't hang around too much in the room you're studying in to give you privacy and peace, but will come in and ruffle your hair before placing his lips on your head momentarily and wish you luck when he passes your door

In these moments often likes to sneak a peek at your papers or computer screen, just to see a glimpse of the topic you're working on

He doesn't mind if you stay up longer than him to study but will definitely drag you to bed for rest when he's decided you didn't give yourself enough rest

"I'm ordering take out, what do you want for dinner?" Toast is quick to poke his head around the corner of your door, phone in hand as he walks in and leans against the doorframe.

Pulling your headset off, you rotate your chair to the side, facing him as you question where he is planning to order.

He walks over to your desk to hand you his phone so you can scroll through the online menu, his hand quick to brush your hair back. Instead of pulling his hand away, he lets it stay in your hair, brushing through it a few times with his fingers.

While you were invested with the online menu, his eyes scan the screen, where you were working on the introduction to a paper.

He recognized the material, the day before you had trailed off on a small explanation that ended up much longer than intended when he asked what you were currently working on.

When you finish looking through the menu and having filled in your order, you catch his gaze glued to your screen.

You could hear Corpse in the background, he was streaming in his office with his friends while you hung on the couch in the living room, lazily scrolling through your phone.

The television was on, playing a series you had forgotten about as you scrolled through your boyfriends hashtag on twitter, seeing the fanart and clips of his current stream roll by. You enjoyed scrolling through his community's twitter, seeing the fanart and small comics of funny moments always brought a smile to your face.

Your relationship with him wasn't revealed to the public yet, and neither of you were in a hurry to do so either. Corpse was well aware of the power the internet held and he refused to look at his general DM's for a reason.

His only purpose for his twitter DM's was talking to some of his friends through it, but he didn't scroll further than the chats he had pinned to the top of that list.

Something that couldn't be avoided however were the generally creepy individuals that crept into the DM's of anyone with an attractive profile picture, and sometimes even that wasn't necessary to gain their attention.

Thankfully you never quite had the displeasure to deal with these individuals, the DM's they send easily ignored. The few words you could see as preview in your DM's menu already more than enough reason to delete the conversation immediately.

This time however you hadn't been able to avoid the creepy messages sent by one of those accounts. Maybe it was because everything seemed alright at first but quickly took a turn as you continued reading.

You clicked away from the message as soon as you finished reading it, sitting somewhat stunned on the couch for a second as your mind processed what had just happened.

Closing the app, you dropped your phone by your side and instead turning your attention to the television in front of you in attempt to take your mind off of it. You could understand why Corpse never checked his DM's.

For a second you considered seeking out his advice, he was much more familiar with this darker side of the internet than you were. But he was streaming. It made you stop from going to his office as you didn't want to interrupt his stream.

In the end you actually get quite interested in the show, having grabbed a soft blanket to roll yourself into and a bowl of snacks by your side. Nevertheless the creepy and somewhat sinister messages you received still float through your mind.

Lost in the show, and your own mind, you don't notice Corpse end his stream and entering the living room. He wraps his arms around your shoulders from behind, startling you as you tense up for a split second before you sink deeper into his embrace.

It doesn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend however, who moves to sit beside you as you offer him part of the blanket.

"Are you okay?" he easily notices something is bothering you as he gently pulls you closer to him.

Melting into his hold, you grab your phone and open twitter, making his raise his eyebrow in question, before showing him the DM messages from the random account.

"Got this during your stream, didn't look bad at first so I read it." you explained shortly as you handed him the device, allowing him to read the messages for himself.

A look of understanding formed on his face as he deleted the chat account from your list before turning off the device and putting it onto the coffee table that stood in front of the couch.

He hesitated before reaching for you, unsure if you were comfortable enough for physical touch after that.

"Are you comfortable with touching?" he asks quickly.

When you nod your head in response, he pulls you into his side, his arm wrapped around your waist securely as his thumb traces mindless patterns into your hip in comfort. You lean your head on his shoulder, eyes still glued to the television as you inhale his scent.

There was something about his touch that was just so oddly comforting, and it was exactly what you needed right now. His body was warm beside yours as your hand found itself in his hair, the dark curls brushing against your fingers in the process.

Corpse had accepted he wouldn't get any editing done for the rest of the day, although he couldn't say he regretted any of it. His free hand on his phone as he turned his head to you, burying his face in your hair as he mumbled,

"I'm assuming neither of us feel like making dinner tonight, want me to order something?" You nodded against him in response, making a small smile form on his face.

Soft beeps came from your phone as a countdown showed on the screen, allowing you enough time to position in front of the device. As the music started playing your limbs moved on their own, automated movements from the amount of times you had rehearsed.

Usually you needed less time to figure out the dances for the latest trends on Tiktok, but something about this one was harder than the others.

When you'd look back on the video it would seem odd, it missed something and you couldn't quite place your finger on it.

It had become a growing irritation, and making the video required quite a bit of work.

The short video showcased multiple outfits you had put together, most of which now laid discarded on your bed on the other side of the room.

You considered going to your boyfriend, Corpse and ask for his opinion, but he was currently streaming and you didn't want to interrupt.

Besides that, your relationship had stayed private so far, and although you had talked together about announcing it to the public, it wasn't revealed just yet.

Neither of you wanted to be hasty about it, instead you waited for the right moment to reveal it. Although the two of you had agreed that it'd be ok to be less careful with everything.

If it happened, it happened.

Despite that however you were still reluctant to go to his recording room while he was in the middle of a stream. His voice was audible from where you stood although it was muffled by the walls.

Opening his stream to see what he was doing, you saw he was just talking to some friends, on a short break in between two games.

Deciding that if you were going to ask him, you may as well do it now, leaving the room as you walked to his recording room.

You knocked softly, most likely not even loud enough to get picked up by the microphone, but Corpse heard. Muting himself for his stream and in his discord call, he hummed for you to come in.

He could see the extra effort you had put into your outfit and appearance, and with your phone in your hand like this he already knew what was up before any words left your mouth.

Corpse had a good eye for the videos, being familiar with most trends as well, and could often easily point out what you felt was missing.

He greeted you with a small peck on your cheek, your hand gently running through his black curled hair once in return. It was something you knew he loved.

You showed him the video, and he was quick to point out your movement was only barely delayed at the beginning which made your movements slightly off beat.

Thankfully it was only in the last part of the clip, so it was easily rerecorded.

He invited you to stay with him in his recording room, your presence put him at ease and you had your own chair that stood beside his own at his desk.

You promised you'd return to his side after finishing the clip and putting it online.

It took barely five minutes for you to finish, now satisfied with the result, and putting it online.

Now you sat by his side at his desk once more, using one leg to spin the chair side to side, your non dominant hand tracing mindless patterns on Corpse's arm as you scrolled through Tiktok, occasionally saving video's to recreate in the future.

You hadn't bothered bringing earplugs, so you had set the sound of your phone to its lowest, watching as silently the notifications of your new upload rolled in.

The microphone however picked up the soft noise coming from your phone, making Corpse's friends ask what they were hearing as his chat easily recognized the popular tunes.

A small chuckle left his lips as he spoke up, revealing your presence beside him and your relationship to the world, "Y/n, some of you may know them from Tiktok, is actually sitting beside me now."

You perked up, not having heard the questions but a simple look at his chat that scrolled by on a second screen had said enough. Corpse pulled you closer, one arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you gently closer to the mic.

"We've been dating for about half a year now." he continued with a sly smile on his face as he looked at your confused but surprised expression.

The chat went past at lightning speed, his friends congratulating him through discord, genuinely happy he had found someone for him.

His hand pushed your hair out of your face, the smile on his face forming into a smirk as he met your eyes, leaning closer to his mic in the process.

"Hey chat, you know this means you not allowed to skimp for them anymore, alright?"

The doorbell rang as you hopped off the couch, waving to Corpse that he didn't have to as you walked over, opening the door for Sykunno to walk him.

He seemed slightly taken aback by your presence as you opened the door, momentarily forgetting that the two of you lived together.

"It's been a while." You gave him a small smile as he stepped inside, a chuckle leaving his lips as he nodded his head, "it has."

Closing the door behind him, you walked with Sykunno to the living room where Corpse sat.

He stood up as he walked over to Sykunno, half embracing each other for a moment as they pulled away.

You had taken Corpse's spot on the couch, swing your legs up as you made yourself comfortable.

Your boyfriend had provided Sykunno with a drink as the two of them sat down beside you. It was somewhat dim in the room, curtains drawn in front of the windows as weak sunlight shone through them.

"How have you been?" Corpse asked Sykunno as he leant back against the back of the couch.

Throughout the conversation Sykunno started to adjust to seeing both you and Corpse for the first time, and you could see his shyness fade as the conversation progressed.

Corpse stood up as he went to grab the hoodie he had kept behind for Sykunno. You had worn your own, it was oversized on your form but comfortable and warm as you sat on the couch.

"Y'know, now you're here the two of you can make up for that missed valentine's date." A smirk played on your lips at Sykunno's somewhat panicked reaction as he nervously laughed.

A chuckle left your mouth as you settled back into the couch, "I'm glad to have met you face to face once at least."

He hummed in response, nodding his head as he looked at you, "yea, I'm glad I came over, it's been nice seeing the two of you."

Not much later Corpse returned with his phone in his hand and the hoodie, making you raise your eyebrow at the male in question.

"So you weren't kidding when you said you were gonna put it on twitter." You concluded as he chuckled, Sykunno standing up and walking over.

"Its for tiktok."

"Same difference." You snickered as you ducked behind the top of the couch, hiding yourself from the view of the camera as you saw your boyfriend hold his phone in one hand and grabbing the piece of clothing in the other, the music of his latest song playing softly in the background.

Sykunno stood somewhat awkwardly, unsure of what he should do as Corpse gave him the hoodie. The scene made you struggle to keep in your laugh.

As you watched Corpse replay the short video to make sure nothing that could identify or show his face was filmed, the chuckles you had kept in were finally released.

Sykunno watched as Corpse replayed the video, looking over to see you lying on the couch which had barely stayed out of frame on a fit of laughter.

Corpse showed him the video, uploading it as Sykunno gave his consent.

"Thank you for getting me one though." He thanked his friend as you recovered from your laughter in the background.

"Don't worry about it." Corpse brushed it off, pushing his dark curling hair out of his eyes with one hand as he leant against the table behind him.

A small smirk tugged at your lips as you looked at Sykunno, "he wanted an excuse to meet up face to face." Your teasing tone made a small hue of red rise to his cheeks as he covered his mouth as he chuckled.

"You're just jealous of the amazing bond we have." Corpse responded as you fell back on the couch, chuckles leaving your lips.

"Oh, most definitely."

As Sykunno left your place eventually after hanging for another few hours, you sat back on the couch with Corpse.

You leant against your boyfriend as he wrapped one arm around you, "Sykunno is as wholesome as he is on stream."

"Naturally, what else did you expect?"

"Nothing else." You concluded as you leant back turning your face to him as you pressed a kiss on his cheek,