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abnormalityjoseph · 2 years

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Corey Cunningham • Romantic Headcanons

General Stuff

- He’s just a silly guy. Who doesn’t love a silly guy?

- First meetings? He was probably awkwardly keeping his head down as he passed by.

-> Met during your school years? You probably saw him in the halls. Maybe he was a bit scared to talk to you.

> You may have gotten some anonymous love poem or something of the sorts from him as well.

- Just know that you probably had to make the first move to even start a platonic relationship, let alone a romantic one.

-> Friends to lovers? Aw that’s cute. You’re still gonna have to make the first move.

- Even as friends you guys had hangouts, movies and whatnot. Now they’re cute, stay-at-home, dates.

-> Horror I’d probably his first pick. Sci-fi is his second.

- He’s very nervous on your dates, he just wants it to go well.

- Corey uh..he has to sneak out of his house for late night dates. Doesn’t want his mom knowing he’s seeing someone. She would probably lose it.

-> “ Any friends that Corey wanted to see outside of school had to go through Joan first…Corey kept his love interests and friendships to a minimum and secretive. ”

- Corey tries to hide the fact he want to hold your hand by awkwardly asking, but will start beaming when you say yes.

-> And then proceed to never let go of your hand

-> Even if you guys held hands platonically as friends, he’d still just want to ask to be sure it’s ok to do.

- The first date, Corey’s going to ask what your boundaries are. He wants to make sure both of you know the other’s boundaries are as soon as possible.

- It’s important to him. Very, very important to him that you are comfortable being with him. [Especially if you started dating post-accident.]

- He loves you way more than himself. He could list everything he loves about you just at the drop of a hat if you ever asked.

- Corey remembers your interests very well after you tell him about them. He also remembers your favorite foods and drinks!

- So he can’t make your dates, because of work or his mom being extra observant of what he’s doing, then Corey will show up to your door with your favorite snacks as an apology.

- Calls you Dear, Darling, Baby, Angel [Post-Accident/Post-Michael]

-> Any pet name you give him will leave him a blushing mess, it’s really cute.

- Thrives on closeness and physical contact. Even putting your hands on his checks is enough to make him swoon.

-> He follows after you whenever you pull away. It’s just— your hands are so soft and the affection is so genuine. He cant get enough of it.

-> Yes, he is, 100%, going to keep physical contact with you as much as he can. Outside, at your place, he just can’t help it. It’s reassuring and it’s amazing. No matter what, he’ll always be touching you. Linking arms, holding hands, leaning against you, hugs…you get the idea.

-> [For the record, I think Corey would be too flustered to wrap his arms against your waist in public. Post-Michael Corey totally would though.]

- He wants to get into a good College after getting into a Engineering Program. He would want nothing more than to be able to provide enough money for the both of you to get out of the town.

-> If he makes it into a good college outside of town, he’ll feel really guilty if he has to leave you there.

-> And he would write to you. Every day. It would be his only comfort while being away from you for so long.

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Post-Accident Corey

- Oh my poor boy

- Aw, here’s some angst if you two were together before the accident:

- Imagine him calling you just sobbing and trying to tell you that he’s been arrested and it was an accident and-

- You..believe him? Really? Oh that just hurts even more because you trusted him and he broke your trust and he’s just so sorry that he’s disappointed you.

- He really cares about you, and is most definitely be worried that people are going to start attacking you for even associating with him.

- Corey’s going to start isolating himself after his court case, become distant and less communicative.

- But if it gives you any comfort, he called you before he called Joan.

- Now, to general stuff.

- If you somehow start dating after his case. He’ll need heavy reassurance in your friendship let alone a romantic relationship.

-> A bit shy, and very cautious in your relationship initially. But once he trusts you he’s very loyal and clingy(? If that’s the right word.)

- And, while he finds comfort in your embrace, your touch, he doesn’t want to hurt you or your reputation.

-> He would feel terrible indulging in your touch just after the accident. I mean, how could you love such a terrible person? Even if it was an accident..

- Corey doesn’t want anyone. And I mean anyone to slander your name. Because you’re exceptional and perfect and he loves you so much and will not take anyone hurting your feelings.

- He’s like a.. lost puppy. A lap dog? A guard dog. A wolf in sheep’s clothing?

-> In my head my brain assumed he’d loved to be called puppy and would love head-pats and scratches sorry not sorry

- Corey is still as awkward as he was before the accident. Actually, he might be more awkward.

-> Even after the accident, knowing he’s still the awkward and dorky guy he always was is a comfort. To you and to Corey.

- His house isn’t really home anymore. To Corey, you are his home.

- He may not be able to protect you now, but he swears one day he’ll make everyone to hurt you pay.

-> That’s not to say he wouldn’t be comforted if you said that you’d protect him too.

- Work is repetitive, Joan is mean, people hate him. But he puts up with it.

-> All to get enough money so you two can leave the town. For good.

•••••

Post-Michael Myers Encounter

- One day Corey goes up and you, with excited eyes and a pep in his step, and tells you that he can protect you now. Protect himself.

- Something’s changed in him. At the moment, it seems to be for the better. And you couldn’t be happier for him.

- It’s been awhile since you saw him so full of life. So..happy. So excited.

- And he wasn’t kidding. About being able to protect you and himself.

- He walks with more confidence now, people seem more scared to approach the both of you when you walk. Perhaps it’s because he’s no longer a quiet guy with guilt eating away at him?

- Corey’s more open to going out for dates, but still likes at-home movie dates.

- Anyone staring at you the wrong way will be met with a death glare from Corey. It’s a threat, a threat he can go through with.

- Suddenly…people are disappearing. Bodies missing or turning up in grotesque displays of violence.

- You don’t recognize most of them. Well, maybe they gave you a mean look or a rude remark.

- Depending on if Corey thinks you’ll be okay with the violence, you might not even know about it.

-> After all it’s not something you should worry your pretty little head about.

- If you are okay with it, cool. He would love to share with you what he does! Consider acts of service apart of his love language.

-> Now you need to make rules about cleaning up before you cuddle. And maybe you help clean him up after his little…escapades. A new bonding moment he can have with you! How lovely.

- By the way, meet Michael Myers. His father figure mentor. Please put the knife down, it’s not that bad—

- Corey promises he won’t hurt you. And when has he broken a promise to you?

- Just…Corey, sweetie, tell your teacher to clean the knives before he puts them back into the kitchen block. Thank you.

•••••

Soo, sorry this is long I’m not sorry at all I ah, I want to..? Write more abt Corey. Maybe some Mentor Michael Myers and Corey headcanons. Please send me things about Corey, thank you.

#Joseph’s Think Thonks #your honor I love him #corey cunningham #corey halloween ends #corey cunningham x reader #if you squint.#if they won’t give Corey the murderous father figure he deserves I will #it’s a long headcanon list #i still have more #there’s going to be more posts #head so full rn

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vanwolvesandcorvids · 2 years

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Corey Cunningham~

#Corey Cunningham #Corey Halloween ends #halloween #halloween ends

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slaasherslut · 1 year

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If you see me drooling over Corey Cunningham, no you don't, mind your business.

#corey cunningham #halloween #halloween ends #corey halloween ends #corey cunningham x reader #slaasher speaks #slasher #slasher fic #slasher fucker #slashers #slasher movies

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little-mushroom-girl · 1 year

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soft corey cunningham headcanons

-makes you wear a helmet no matter how far you're going on the motorcycle

-tries to protect you from his crazy side (sometimes it slips though)

-so possessive

-he loves to be babied a lot.

-won't admit it but he loves when you play with his hair. even loves it when you do silly hairstyles

-loves when you let him play with his hair

-big fan of photographing you doing anyway ever

-loves nicknames

-takes you out on weekly dates

-used to whimper pre accident a lot out of nervousness

-doesn't let you go out anywhere alone (safety reasons of course)

-loves helping you pick out your clothes for the day (he especially loves when you model clothes after you go shopping even though he was more than likely there when you bought it)

-will also never admit but loves helping you cook and bake. for some reason he's a pro with a knife...

-he prays to whatever creature is in charge of fate that nothing bad ever happens to you because of his...history

-has a polaroid photo of you in his wallet

-loves to give back rubs

-a very touch starved human. used to whine when you would touch him before he met you know who

-a lot more forceful after meeting michael. not in abusive ways but in other ways. more on edge than anything

-makes sure your car is always in working condition just in case

-begs you to leave haddonfield at least once a day if not week

-loves when you wear his clothes to bed. they're just so baggy on you and make you look innocent and adorable

#corey cunningham imagine #corey cunningham smut #corey halloween ends #corey cunningham imagines #halloween ends #halloween ends smut #halloween ends imagine #halloween ends imagines

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rebelliousstories · 1 year

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Traditions

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Corey Cunningham x Reader

Fandom: Halloween Ends

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Light Angst

Word Count: 4,357

Masterlist: Here

Halloween Masterlist: Here

Summary: Corey has been invited to his partner’s parent’s home for Christmas, and he gets roped into doing fun family traditions that he didn’t know happened.

Corey arrived to his partner’s doorstep and heard commotion inside that made him pause. It was two weeks until Christmas, which filled Corey with dread. But his girlfriend, and her family, loved the holiday. He didn’t understand the obsession with the holiday but he was willing to help his girl if she needed anything. Corey knocked on the door hesitantly. There was a bang, some curses, and something rustling around before the door opened up. Her hair was messily pulled back, her sweats were looked like they were actually Corey’s, but her face was bright. She looked like she was glowing and Corey was lucky to call her his.

“Core! Come on inside!” He let her drag him inside and he beheld the absolute festive mess inside the apartment. Wrapping paper, boxes, ribbons, and bows were scattered everywhere. Tape covered almost every square inch of the living room, and she went back to her little spot that was covered on all sides by wrapping paper and boxes.

“You look like you’re having fun.” He quietly said, setting his bag down by the front door. His shoes were taken off and he came to sit on the only free spot on the couch. She jumped back into wrapping presents for her family and friends.

“I’m trying to get all these presents wrapped before the weekend. If I get them done before Friday, then I’m all yours for the weekend.” That brought a smile to his face. Nothing made him happier than to spend time with his lady. Corey reached down to grab a box and some wrapping paper to help her, but she quickly took that stuff out of his hands.

“Core core, no. You just got off of work, baby. You’ve been using your hands all day. No need to join me on this.” She resumed working on her wrapping, but Corey’s hands rested gently over hers. Her eyes locked on his; his eyes holding a certain twinkle to them.

“But the faster you’re done with presents, the faster I have you.” She couldn’t argue with that logic. She leaned up and placed a sweet kiss to her boyfriend’s lips which he returned. She passed the gift materials back to him and turned back to her work.

“Well then, you can wrap my little cousins gifts.” They worked in peace for a while, quietly talking about their days. Her’s was largely uneventful, having the day off from work. She used it to get a head start on the gift wrapping and prepping she needed to do before Christmas in a few weeks. Corey talked about a vintage Cadillac that was brought into the shop that he thankfully got to fix up. The man was really nice to him, but that my be because he didn’t know who Corey was. The town still had yet to let him forget what happened that fateful night, but it was nice to keep his mind far away.

It felt oddly domestic to be wrapping presents with her. It felt so… normal. While his wrapping wasn’t the neatest to begin with, Corey begged his lover to teach him how to do it like her. Once he had that first lesson, he flew threw the presents and their wrapping skills matched the others. As they were placing name tags on the presents, she had a question that had been bothering her all night.

“Corey,” the man looked at her over his glasses, “would you- um- want to come spend Christmas with us? I remember you said last year that you’d rather spend Christmas away from your mom, but if you don’t want to come that’s okay too. I mean, you probably changed your min-”

“I’d love that.” Corey cut off her ramblings and placed a hand on hers. He gave her a smile before a thought occurred to him.

“Are you sure that you want your family to know that you’re with me? I don’t exactly have the best reputation.” His eyes stared down at their intertwined hands and couldn’t keep the intrusive thoughts away. But her hand came to pull his chin up to look her in the eyes.

“Core, of course I want people to know. I have nothing to be ashamed of, and neither do you. Besides, if they give you any grief, they’ll have me to deal with.” She chuckled at him, which pulled a small laugh from Corey. He nodded, kissed her palm, and they resumed their preparations of the gifts.

The following weeks was interesting to say the least. Corey. Searched high and low for a gift for his partner, and was putting off telling his mother he was spending Christmas with her. He knew that she was going to be upset, and probably throw something. But hearing his girlfriend talk about all the things they did on Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day, made him want to face the wrath of his mother. The build up to the day before Christmas Eve was leaving Corey all giddy. Even his mother and step-father noticed his sudden change in mood. He just couldn’t wait.

His bag was upstairs, packed and ready. He was going to be staying with his girlfriend until after Christmas. Partially, because he wanted to spend time with her and her family. Partially, because he didn’t want to be around his own house for the holidays. Everything felt stuffy in the house during that time. And his mother tried to make them the perfect little family, which they most certainly were not. Corey’s phone let out a ding, letting him know he had a notification.

Lover<3:

Hey! I’m just gonna shower and then I’ll come get you. You’re mine for the next few days, Mr. Cunningham.

The little devil emoji afterwards made him chuckle. He heard footsteps outside his door, but he fired off a text to her.

Me:

That’s okay love. Let me know when you’re on your way over. <3

“Who are you texting?” Corey was so startled by the sudden voice that he dropped his phone and it rolled underneath his bed. He looked at his mother with wide eyes, placing his hands on the bed.

“No one, mom.” He said fast and quiet. The look on his mother’s face told him that she didn’t believe him.

“Don’t lie to me Corey. Who were you texting?” She came into his room, and looked around before looking at her son once more, and she left. When the breathe had returned to his body, he took in two slow breathes before he reached under his bed for his phone. Corey grasped it in his hand, and kept a watchful eye on the door. He feared that his mother would come back any second.

Lover<3:

On my way. About 5 min out. See you soon<3

Corey smiled at the message, and he grabbed his bag. As quiet as he could, he made his way downstairs and looked around. His mother wasn’t anywhere nearby, so he was able to make a clean getaway to the front porch. He sat, and waited for just a few minutes, before he could see her car turn the corner to his street. Corey smiled and stood up with his bag; he was eager to get away for a little bit.

“Corey, where are you going?” His mother called from the front door. He deflated but it wasn’t visible. If he did, his mother would pitch an even bigger fit. Slowly, he turned around, but didn’t meet her eyes.

“I’m going to spend Christmas at my girlfriend’s house, mom. She asked me to.” He said sheepishly. He knew that if they were in the house, this would have escalated rather quickly. But thankfully, they were within view of the neighbors which means his mother would have to be on her best behavior.

“You always spend Christmas with your family. Not with people that will judge you. Have you ever met these people? What if they bring up the accident? They’re probably going to make fun of you, Corey. Now come back in the house. She can visit if she wants. But I will not allow her to steal you away from me.” Her tone was calm, bordering on showing her true fury but her face. That face struck him deep with fear. Fear that she was right, that he would never be able to hold his own stance. Was she right? Was her family just going to judge him for something that he was cleared of? Just then he heard pavement crunching underneath tires, and Corey turned to the noise. He was so close to going back inside.

“Core, you okay baby?” He heard his girlfriend call out. A gentle hand wrapped around his, but a shadow loomed over him from the other side.

“He is just fine. Corey was just coming inside to spend Christmas with his family. His actual family.” His mother controlled her face, and volume, but the tone was deadly. She was just daring the other woman to do something. His girlfriend gave Corey’s hand a squeeze.

“If that’s what he wants to do, I won’t stop him,” he the air shift around them, “but, if you think you can control Corey like a dog, you’re wrong. He’s a grown man that is capable of making his own choices. Including who he spends Christmas with.” Now it was a stand off. His lover versus his mother. He knew that if he changed his mind, and went to spend Christmas at home, she wouldn’t be upset. But he really wanted to spend the holiday with her.

“Corey, come on. Inside.” His mother grabbed his hand and gave a tug. But by some weird divine intervention, he found the courage to pull his hand out of his mother’s.

“Mom, I want to spend Christmas with her and her family.” Everyone was shocked. His lover was shocked he stood up to his mother. His mother was shocked he stood up to her. Even Corey was shocked he stood up to her. Before she could say anything else, Corey stepped forward and placed a kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll let you know when we’re coming back. But this is my choice to make.” She grabbed his face and placed a kiss to his cheek before stepping back and away from the couple. Everyone chose to ignore the glare that was being sent at Corey’s girlfriend, and they made their way to her car. Once Corey was safely inside, she went around and got in the car herself, before driving off. Leaving Corey’s mother behind.

“You know, I wouldn’t have minded if you chose to stay with your mother, right?” She asked, reaching over the console to hold Corey’s hand.

“I know. But I already promised to spend the holiday with you.” He picked up their joined hands and pressed a kiss to the back of hers. They continued the drive, making small talk and generally having a good time. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and he was going to spend the entire day with her and her family seeing what they did. Corey couldn’t wait.

“Now, if you want to leave at any point, or if anyone bothers you, you come get me. I don’t care what I’m doing or who I’m talking to. Promise me you’ll come get me if you need me, Core?” His lover asked as they grabbed groceries out of the backseat of her car. He smiled at her, and came around to her side to help with the sodas. The man felt his heart swell with love, and he placed a kiss to her forehead.

“I will, sweetie. But let’s get inside. I’m freezing!” Corey made a show out of shivering, which made her laugh. As soon as they made it to the front porch, the door swung open and the couple was greeted with the family dogs and several kids.

“Auntie! Auntie’s here!!” The dogs were jumping up and down at the presence of the young woman. Corey was shocked; if this is how greetings went, how crazy was the rest of the night going to go?

“Alright munchkins! If you don’t let Auntie in, I can’t make none of you food or play games.” The kids dispersed quickly after that. Everyone made their way inside the warm house, and even though it was only noon, everything was in full swing. People making food in the kitchen, children playing games in the living room. Corey thought that this is what Christmas was about. Family and being together. Underneath the tree were a few presents, but he knew that would soon change.

“Mom! Dad!” This was going to be Corey’s scariest moment. Meeting her parents. He saw a man and woman drop the items in their hands on the counter, and embrace his lover. Once they were done, all three of them turned to him.

“Mom, dad, this is my partner, Corey Cunningham. Corey, these are my parents.” He offered a smile and stuck his hand out.

“Very nice to meet you finally. She says nothing but good things about you guys.” The smile felt forced, and he was scared that they were going to notice it. He really was excited to meet everyone, but he was equally nervous. There was a pause. Then her mother grabbed him by the shoulder’s and pulled him in close.

“It’s so good to meet you finally. Can’t believe she’s kept you away from us all this time.” Corey was let go, and her father grabbed his hand.

“Glad to meet you, son. If you’re half as good as she says you are, you’ll fit in.” He clapped Corey on the back. He let out a nervous chuckle.

“Dad!” His lover whined as her secret was shared. The young man ducked his head down at the attention that he was getting. He helped put away the groceries, including putting the drinks outside on a table to save space in the fridge. Once he returned inside, Corey was pulled into the kitchen to say hello to other members of his girlfriend’s family. Most of her aunts were making food in the kitchen; some of it for tonight, some for tomorrow. Uncles were sitting in the living room watching the kids or playing card games at the table. He guessed they were just trying to avoid messing up any of the food that their wives were preparing. When he started meeting the youngest members of the family, Corey could feel the awkwardness bubble up in him.

His partner was a natural with the kids, but he felt like he wasn’t able to successfully blend in. The young man noticed that a little hand grabbed his while they were sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace. A little girl, about 6 or so, had his hand in hers.

“What’s your name?” She asked cocking her head to one side. In her other hand, was a stuffed rabbit that looked like it had seen better days.

“My name’s Corey. What’s yours?” He offered what he hoped was a kind smile. The young girl was swaying back and forth in front of him.

“Alice.” He nodded at the information, but didn’t know where to go from here. That’s when the rabbit caught his eyes again.

“Who’s your friend?” Corey pointed to the stuffed animal. At the mention of her rabbit, Alice’s face lit up.

“His name is Mr. Jumper. He can jump really high.” Her smile while talking about her little friend was genuine, and Corey found himself an in.

“Oh really? Will Mr. Jumper show me how high he can jump? I’d really like to see that.” Alice nodded and sat down next to Corey before she started tossing the stuffed rabbit in the air. It kept going up and up, before falling back into her lap. She looked over at the older man, and just giggled his way. He smiled back at her before helping her toss the stuffed animal even higher.

His partner came looking for him a little bit later, finally having escaped her nephews. But when she found her lover, she couldn’t help but stop and observe the scene. Corey, the man that always kept his head down and his emotions in check, was allowing himself to let loose a little bit. Her baby sister was bringing her boyfriend out of his shell. They took turns tossing her rabbit in the air, smiling and laughing. She hated breaking up the happy moment, but everyone was gathering in the kitchen.

“Core? Allie,” the duo looked over at the woman, “hey. Everyone is getting together for the cookies if you guys wanna come.” Alice jumped up at the mention of cookies. Corey was excited for food but was a little confused as to what was going on.

“Come on, Corey. You can come do cookies with me!” She grabbed his hand with one, and the rabbit with the other, before dragging said man to the kitchen. He looked back at his girlfriend who could only chuckle at his reaction. When they got into the kitchen, Corey and Alice pulled up to a station and his girlfriend came to the other side of Alice. He looked over at his partner with a confused expression and leaned over.

“What’s going on?” He whispered above the head of the little girl next to him.

“We’re making cookies for Santa.” She whispered back, and that’s when Corey noticed the table. Different colors of frostings were all over the table. Sprinkles of different shapes, sizes, and colors littered the work space. The entire table was covered in parchment paper for the inevitable mess that was going to come. Slowly but surely, cookies started filling up the area. Some were regular circles, while others were cut out into fun shapes, like stars, trees, and snowflakes. He looked around the table and noticed all the kids getting excited, while the adults started helping them with their cookies. A tiny hand was reaching for on of the piles of cookies near him. Alice had her tongue sticking out, desperate for a cookie to decorate.

“Which one do you want, Alice?” Corey asked, helping set her back on her own chair safely. She pointed excitedly.

“Can I have a circle one, please?” The older man reached across the table, and grabbed two. He set one down in front of her, and the other in front of him.

“Do you need anything else before you start?” He was already reaching for the red and green frosting.

“Hmm…” Alice hummed, “can you pass me the chocolate frosting, pretzels, and some of those sprinkles?” She pointed to everything on the table which made it easier for Corey to get them. There were a few things within Alice’s reach that she could get herself, but Corey had to use his height where he could. In a weird way, it made him feel happy to be useful. Or maybe that’s just how he perceived his value. In any case, he was happy. Conversations flowed all around the table, some even drawing him in by accident. He didn’t talk much in the conversations, but it was a start for the family. Slowly but surely, they broke him out of his shell.

Once again, his partner looked over at Corey. He really took a shine to Alice, and she to him. They were having fun decorating the cookies; that’s for certain. At some point Corey got a smidge of frosting on his cheek, his glasses askew, and his smile bright. One by one the cookies disappeared in the center, and the decorated cookies took their place. As Corey was finishing up his last cookie with Alice, two arms wrapped themselves around his waist. It took him no time at all to recognize the scent of his girlfriend. She always smelled good, and now she smelled like a bakery, and he wasn’t complaining.

“You almost done, CC?” She asked, pressing a few gentle kisses to the back of his neck. Corey squirmed under the attention just a little bit before he set down the items in his hands, and placed them over hers.

“Now I am.” He made a beautiful green Christmas tree, complete with a star at the top. The man closed his eyes and leaned back into his lover’s embrace. This was what he needed. Just to spend time with her in a healthy environment. A loud ew came from right next to them, and the couple was once again reminded that Alice was there.

“You’re going to have cooties if you kiss him, sissy.” She said definitely. The woman pulled back from her boyfriend a little bit, which he whined at. But she set her sights on her little sister. The girl placed one final kiss on Corey’s cheek and turned back.

“Well, if I now have cooties, then so… do… you!” As quick as a flash, the woman scooped up her little sister and pressed kiss after raspberry into her little sister. Alice giggled and laughed loudly, trying her best to squirm away. Eventually, her older sister had mercy on her and set her down gently to the floor.

“Ready to go make a wish?” She asked, to which Alice nodded and her eyes lit up with sparkle. The little girl took off towards the living room while the couple hung back for just a moment. She walked over and placed her arms around Corey’s shoulders, while his found home at her waist.

“Make a wish? Is it her birthday?” The man asked, his eyes curious behind his glasses. His partner laughed a little at his comment, and Corey joined her.

“No silly. We have a tradition in our family. Every Christmas Eve when we get together, one of the last few things we do before people start to leave is we make a wish. We all get together and write down on a piece of paper what we wish for the next year. Then we each take turns tossing them into the fireplace. Come on, it’ll be good.” She pressed a quick kiss to his lips, but before she could go much further out of his arms, Corey tugged her back. He placed an even longer kiss on her, before he agreed to let her go. Walking hand in hand, they made their way into the living room where everyone was gathered. Alice waved them over, and the couple joined her on the floor.

People had already started to pass the paper, pen, and clipboard around when they sat down. As the paper got closer, Corey wondered what she was going to put. More money? A better job? A dog? The possibilities were endless. He thought about what he was going to write down, but his mind wasn’t coming up with anything that he thought was good, or that he deserved. When the paper made it’s way to the man sitting next to them, Corey was still stumped. But, once he had the paper in his hands, he looked down and knew exactly what he was going to wish for. He kept the paper out of view of his lover; she stressed that it was like a birthday wish, if you tell everyone, it won’t come true. Once he was done, he tore off his section, folded it, and passed it to his girlfriend who had been reclining peacefully on his chest. She sat up and wrote quickly what she wished for before helping Alice.

Once everyone had written their wish down, it was time to throw them in the fire. It starts with the eldest of the family, then moves it’s way down to the youngest. Corey and his girlfriend threw theirs in at the same time, before making their way to the back of the room. Pretty soon it was time for bed. Alice was almost asleep standing, so Corey’s lover picked up her little sister, bid their families goodnight, and left for the bedrooms. She helped Alice change into her pajamas and bush her teeth, before she gently set her down onto the bed.

“Goodnight Allie. I love you so much.” She pressed a kiss to her forehead and went to leave.

“Sissy?” The woman turned back to her little sister.

“Can Corey come say goodnight?” His lover looked over at him, but he was already on his way to the young girl. He leaned down and gave her a hug, while her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

“Goodnight Corey. I’m glad you came over.” And before he could respond, she was out like a light. Corey unwound himself from the girl and made his way to his partner, who pulled him into her old bedroom. They went about their normal routine but Corey was going through the motions. He couldn’t stop thinking about the strange little girl that was his lover’s sister.

“Does Alice normally act like that with new people?” He asked, watching his girl wash her face. She patted it dry before continuing her routine.

“Not really. She’s usually very shy. Maybe she saw someone like minded in you. You’re both really quiet, so maybe she sensed that. She certainly hasn’t acted like that with any of my previous partners I’ve brought home.” She rubbed her hands over her face and neck, and turned around to face her boyfriend. Once again, she placed her arms on his neck, and his on her waist.

“Don’t over think it baby. She loves you. So does the rest of my family.” A reassuring kiss was given to him, before she took his hand and dragged him to bed. As the couple laid there on Christmas Eve, Corey couldn’t help but hope his wish came true. This was how he wanted to spend every holiday, and everyday for the rest of his life. Her gift weighed heavily in his heart, knowing it was safely tucked underneath the tree. Yeah. He could get used to Christmases like this.

“I hope we never break up, and everyday can be like this.”

#rebelliousstories #writing #corey cunningham x you #corey cunningham #corey halloween ends #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham imagine #halloween imagine #halloween ends #halloween #25 days of ficmas #25 days of christmas #slasher x you #slasher x reader #slashers #slasher imagines

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xyilous · 1 year

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very not good mentally so self medicating with the comfort character of the month

didn’t really know how to start this so apologizes if the beginning is weird 💀💀

gn reader, can be platonic or romantic

cw for depression, poor mental health, intrusive thoughts (one mention of eating/food), suicide mention, depression room based off personal experience

if anyone tries to insult people with mental health or say it shouldn’t get that bad, you will be blocked

shit took me like 3 days

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Ding dong!

A loud chime rippled through the house, letting you know someone was at your door. Everything already feels so heavy, there’s no energy left to converse with another being. It took so much will power to pry your exhausted body out of bed, the surround mess and clutter feeling like a mockery of your poor mental state. The steps felt so cold on the way to the front door but weren’t enough to clear the fog, there was a haze throughout the world that made it so hard to think, everything just moved in a blur. Once the doorknob met your palm, you paused for a moment in hopes of somehow willing away whoever chose to ring the doorbell. With a twist the door creeped its way open with a low groan, revealing an old friend, Corey.

There was a mutual bond between the two of you, back when you guys where younger he’d come to your house during the later hours of the night to vent about how his mom is relentless about controlling him. Recollections of the things she’d say were shared early in the morning, up until he had to run back home before she woke up. Some nights you’d share as well, talking about how your brain chose to torture you for the week or how you’ve noticed it’s getting harder to find joy in your favorite hobbies. After the accident, he learned just how debilitating depression can be and tried to be even more gentle with you when he picks up on you getting worse.

It took him a moment to look up from his phone, when he did he jumped a little bit, not expecting to see you since he didn’t hear the door open. He started with a big grin but once he took in your disheveled appearance his face softened, still smiling but with a sorrowful look to his eyes.

“Hey! You’ve not been as cheery lately, I came to check on you.” As he spoke, he turned the screen on his handheld device towards you, showing how your side would be short and flat, a strong contrast compared to your usual tone. Words didn’t come to you as fast as you’d hoped, the only thing you go out was a muttered apology before you drew back a little bit, trying to hide in your doorway.

“No no don’t be!! I was just worried about you, I know you can have your bad moments and I didn’t want you to feel stranded. Can i come in?”

The question made your stomach drop, quickly remembering all the mess that was strewn around your house’s floor and shelves. You felt embarrassed over it, hyper aware of the rotten bowls and plates of food that sat too long, the pile of dirty laundry sitting in the bathroom that was a bit bigger than you’d expect, especially considering showering has been too energy consuming.

“I don’t think you want to, it’s a disaster. Haven’t really been able to pick up and it,, it’s not great.” Corey’s face dropped a little more, slowly processing that you’ve been a bit worse than he thought. Your eyes were avoiding him like the plague, terrified of seeing him draw his face up and scowl at you for being unhygienic, but that was the last thing on his mind. A silence hung in the air, before his voice edged its way through.

“That’s ok, I’ll clean up for you, if it’d make you feel better. Might help to freshen up the place some.” He was calm, caring even. Finally being able to look his way, a welcoming smile taking place on his cheeks. It was nerve wracking, the help was practically needed but you should be able to clean your own house shouldn’t you? At the same time it felt so hard, simply taking a plate to the kitchen took so much effort, even if it was such a small task.

“I don’t know, you shouldn’t have to take care of a grown adult.”

“I don’t have to. I want to. I wouldn’t have offered if it was something I didn’t want to do.” Corey set his hand down on your shoulder, not paying any mind to your filthy shirt. His thumb rubbed on your shoulder, trying to reassure you that he doesn’t mind while not wanting to talk too much and overwhelm you. Once he got you to reluctantly agree, he gently ran his hand down your arm until it met your own and led you inside.

It took him a moment to figure out where he wanted to start, eventually choosing your main bedroom to get the worst of it over and done with. Grabbing a couple garbage bags and a bottle of water for each of you, the two of you made your way back up the flight of stairs.

It felt like ages, you had to fight the urge to turn him around and send him back home multiple times, scared that he’s eventually going to find you as disgusting as a rat in new york. It was scary, in movies or online it’s always the mild symptoms, you never see how bad it gets. And if you dare to show the severity of it? You’ll be shamed off the internet.

Having someone from outside see the chaos festering inside of your living area made you somehow feel even smaller, you practically folded in on yourself to try and hide in your own arms. It was humiliating, even if you knew Corey understood you could feel him get grossed out the more and more you stood there.

“Would you mind sitting in the chair for a bit? I’m gonna switch out your sheets and pop your blankets and pillowcases in the washer. I’ll take these dishes down there while I’m at it.” If he was grossed out he did his best to make it obvious. Some of those said dishes had unfinished food fusing to them, they weren’t meant to sit for so long but every time you told yourself you were gonna take them down there they’d sit for another day. Corey walked over to your dresser and pulled out a solid colored fitted sheet from the bottom drawer before turning back to your crumb coated bed. The old sheet came off with ease, the second one effortlessly replacing it.

“I’m sorry there’s so much, you really don’t have to do all this-“ He stood up from adjusting the final corner, ditching the grimey sheet into a slightly over flowing laundry basket in the room. The rest of the bedding was already in there, as well as whatever clothes sat in the floor.

“I insisted. I’m not gonna tell you I’ll clean just to make you do it.” Sympathetic eyes met your face, really taking in just how tired you look. Darkened eyes with matching bags underneath, knotted hair lazily splayed across your face, you look absolutely exhausted, and felt twice as bad. You shouldn’t be so drained, you’ve done nothing worth being drained, but you can’t help it no matter how hard you try. It’s always a battle in your head, but there’s times like these where all you can do is let the enemy attack because you’ve gotten so tired of fending it off. A barely noticeable frown was on his face as Corey took your appearance in, he felt bad that it got so bad and he didn’t step in sooner. In all honesty he wanted to, but he also wanted to give you any needed space. Growing up he never got the love he needed, after the accident with Jeremy he needed even more but never got it, in turn all he wants is to comfort and help other people so they maybe don’t feel as helpless as he did. He wants people to get the care the need, whether it’s a clean house or someone to simply be there. Another silence settled between the two of you, just a small moment to take what’s happening in. A growl coming from your stomach broke both of you out of your own heads, prompting Corey to open his mouth again.

“Have you eaten today?” You haven’t, it’s nearly 3 and you haven’t had a single thing to eat, not much to drink either (apart from a couple sips from the water Corey grabbed).

“I don’t think I have actually.” Although your stomach practically roared, no appetite was there. Sure you could eat, but you didn’t bother feeding yourself since you just didn’t feel hungry.

“Is there anything you want in particular? I can make anything that you ask for!! Can even order from a restaurant, I’ll pay.” Patient as ever, he stood there and listened intently to what you felt like you could stomach, making a mental note to get a little extra since you probably haven’t eaten much proper food lately. To kill some time, Corey disposed of bits of garbage in one of the bags he brought up and took the laundry and old dishes downstairs and to their respective areas. The crusty blankets were tossed into the washer so they’d be done as fast as possible and you could get to a clean bed. It didn’t take long for lunch to arrive, before making his way back up the steps he quickly thanked the delivery man and snagged the fast food. Probably not the most ideal meal, but it’s better than a single package of crackers.

Eating went by a lot easier with him, he acted a little goofier than usual and talked your head off, anything to keep your attention away from the misery that danced around in your head. Even going as far as acting out stories to make you laugh, he’d throw his arms out wide and puff his chest out to make him appear like some brave hero, he wanted you to feel better and was willing to be a complete fool to accomplish it. It was endearing to know someone cared that much for you. By the time his story was over, your food was gone apart from a couple fries. To an outsider that wouldn’t be abnormal, but as of late eating has been so taxing, it felt like 100 pound weights were strapped to your wrists and prevented you from taking more than a couple bites. Corey noticed as well, a proud look on his face as you ditched your wrappers into the garbage bag. He started picking up again as he finished off the last bites of his burger, since most of the bigger pieces of trash were disposed of he made his way into the hallway to fetch the vacuum from the storage closet.

“You wanna step out before I start this? I know that the sound can be a bit much.” The question wasn’t expected, it’s such a mundane task that people usually get upset if you show any discomfort for it, but he was concerned about something as simple as a loud noise making you uncomfortable.

“I think I’ll be ok, but thanks for asking.” Your words came out softer than you expected, almost airy. Receiving help feels so foreign, you tried to avoid accepting offers due to it feeling like a chore or burden to them, there’s been times where they would pity or even shame you for letting it get so bad. You didn’t mean to, you did your best but so often your best simply wasn’t enough.

Stepping on the pedal, the vacuum roared to life and Corey immediately got to getting little bits and pieces out of the floor. Slightly rushed, but still thorough to be sure all the crumbs are gone. Your hands covered your ears as your legs got pulled to your chest and out of the floor to allow him access under the chair. When the main floor was cleared, he adjusted the settings until the smaller tube on the side started started sucking as he kneeled to get along the edge of your bed frame. By the time everything was said and done, the washer dinged downstairs, signaling your bedding is now clean. The chime made you jump a little, both of you nearly forgetting Corey even started it. Grabbing the handle of the vacuum, he let you know he was going to switch your blankets to the dryer before he trekked down to the laundry room. In the short time he was gone, your thoughts turned sour. He said he wanted to help and he looked like he meant it, but what if it’s because he pitied you? What if he didn’t want to be around someone who would make his reputation even worse?? You wasted his money on food too, you didn’t need that. He was here because he knew you couldn’t even take care of your self. Yeah, that’s it. He didn’t want to be around a slob so he wanted to fix it-

“Are you alright??” You got so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t even notice that he returned. All you could muster up was a half assed hum, hardly acknowledging that Corey anything. His worry was incredibly evident on his face, his eyebrows were twisted upwards with his lips ever so slightly agape. Not even 5 minutes passed while he was gone, but you looked so lifeless by the time he walked back through the doorway. Even after the initial shock wore off, concern was still etched into his features, it was the first time he’s seen you in weeks and now you look like an empty husk of your happy self.

Corey strode over to you carefully, as if you were a scared animal about to bolt, just to scoop you into his arms. It was tighter than either of you expected, one arm was wrapped around your back while the other’s hand held your head close to his warm chest. All of him enveloped you and held on as if you were going to fade away at any moment, even his head was pressed against your own, anything to keep you grounded.

It was startling, every part of you froze in place. Part of your mind screamed at you to pry your way out of his grip while the other side begged you to take as much as you could, to accept the comfort you so desperately sought after. Your arms moved slowly at first, so slow you weren’t sure you were even moving, creeping their way up his well worn sweater. When your body fully caught up to what was happening, you couldn’t stop your fingers from clawing at the the knot fabric and holding on for dear life. Everything was so much, your face starting to burn as your eyes began to water. This isn’t real, it can’t be, it’s not right. You’ve done nothing to deserve this but you want it so badly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His words were hushed, barely audible, if he wasn’t so close you wouldn’t have heard them. Mixed emotions laced his voice, sorrow and sympathy with a bit of fear laced in, he was overwhelmed with anxiety over your well-being and seeing you somehow drop even more made him get panic. Depression can be devastating, it’s claimed countless lives of people who just couldn’t fight it anymore, he didn’t want to hear about your untimely death in the news.

Your entire body tensed at the question, your brain froze up and refused to conjure up any form of a reply, not even a small noise to let him know you heard him. Fat tears stung your eyes, it was all so intense and so sudden that all you could do was stand there as they slipped down your cheeks. Both of you had a small shake to each of your hands, yours only getting worse as you clung to his shirt tighter and tighter. It hurt, beyond the lump in your throat and the growing headache you couldn’t fathom someone genuinely caring so much to ignore your unclean state and just hold you. No comments about your greasy skin or your week old sweatpants, no insults about how you can’t take care of yourself or let it get so bad. Corey was simply there for you, no strings attached.

Minutes passed, neither of you made an effort to move away until your shaking subdued and you stopped sniffling. He was the one to move back, just enough to have room to properly look at your flushed face, to ask about doing something to make you feel better.

“How about a movie? Since your stuff is still in the dryer we can crash downstairs. Your pick, it can even be horror if that’s what you want.” You’ve seen plenty of shows and series since you started losing interest in anything else, but it would be nice to watch something with someone.

“I’m so gross right now though. I’ve not showered in like a week, wouldn’t you want to wait a bit?” Avoiding eye contact for yet another time today, you admitted that you’ve not been keeping up with hygiene. You felt disgusting over it, it’s not like you meant to let it go but it was just so hard to find the energy to take the time to clean yourself.

“It doesn’t bother me, I know you didn’t do it on purpose. I’m willing to wait a little bit if you want to shower though.” You almost immediately decided to shower, wanting to get clean as soon as possible, especially after hugging him. Somehow you didn’t leave a grease stain on his sweater, as thankful as you are.

It took a little longer for you to shower, wanting to take a little extra time to ensure you cleaned the old grime off of your skin, by the time you finished it was nearing sunset, curse the fall for looking so beautiful yet cutting your days so short.

Corey was waiting downstairs with the throw blanket tugged from the back of the couch, a big bowl of fresh buttery popcorn sitting in his lap. The whole scene felt so inviting, the controller for the gaming console was resting in his hands, a glance to the tv screen showing that he’s already started exploring some streaming app. When he took notice of your presence, he held up one end of the blanket to welcome you next to him, making sure you both had ample cover. Somehow he broke through his awkwardness to go above and beyond to make you feel better, even just for a few hours. As clingy as mental illness could be, he managed to chip as much as he could from you with a limited skill set. It was agony watching someone he’s so close to struggle to keep themselves alive, as long as he could ease that burden he was going to try. In a sense he admired your ability to keep going, especially considering that your brain is trying with all it’s might to get you to cave in, he looked up to your strength for carrying on even with people looking down their noses at you.

After shuffling through through more categories and apps than you wanted to, you ended up settling on a somewhat outdated slasher film, it was an early 2000s remake that was trying so hard to be edgy that it ended up being a bit goofy, wasn’t the best but it was something to laugh at. As it passed you relaxed a bit, eventually readjusting to where you were wore or less splayed across Corey’s legs, he didn’t seem to mind, even holding up the blanket to keep you from getting yourself too tangled. Though slightly uncomfortable considering bones, it was nice to be able to just relax. Even if most of your time was spent wallowing around in your own dead skin cells, there was always that guilt following you around over not doing anything. This was different, that said guilt wasn’t screaming in your ears and telling you the worst things. It was quiet, you could listen to the movie and Corey’s quirky little rambles, there wasn’t near as much fog clouding all of your thoughts and it just felt so peaceful.

Eventually the film ended, another quickly coming on right after, but it wasn’t as easy to pay attention. Questions danced around in your head, it felt awkward to ask but you needed to know.

“Why did you help me? Wouldn’t have been better if you just,, did something else? Like go to a park or to some restaurant.” When there wasn’t an immediate response you tensed, immediately thinking you made a mistake and should’ve already been fine with what happened, but before you could tell him to ignore it he gave you what you wanted.

“Well, I was worried about you. And when I saw that you weren’t doing too hot I decided to help. I’ve known you for ages, if you broke your arm I wouldn’t just abandon you with it.”

“But I didn’t break my arm, a broken arm feels serious and is something that very obviously needs help.” By now you’ve turned to where you’re facing him halfway, the movie completely forgotten. Corey looked a bit confused, taking another moment to think out his words carefully before just spewing out something that you’ve already heard.

“Think about it this way, if you had a cold, runny nose and all, I still wouldn’t leave you to deal with it by yourself. Sure, you’re fully capable of recovering by yourself, but I’m not just gonna take your word for it and let you handle it the hard way. I can get your medicine for you and make you food that’ll help you recover.” As he spoke he rubbed your back reassuringly, trying to get you to understand.

“You’re sick, regardless of if you have or don’t have symptoms like a cough or upset stomach. You deserve help, even if it’s in your head.”

That’s new. Usually people bombard you with remarks about how it’s all in your head and that you’re making it up, either that or they’ll make it a huge over exaggerated sob story about how it’s so horrible. Yes, without a doubt it’s awful but the dramatization of it makes it feel like you’re feeding into it too much. You never hear it just be accepted like any other issue, especially if it’s treated like a genuine illness, even if it’s in the name. Growing up your mental illnesses were constantly dismissed, you were always written off as attention seeking or lazy, now that someone took it seriously you’re rendered speechless. You probably look like an ass, you’ve yet to respond, instead delving into your head to try and process what you’ve heard.

“Are you alright?” Those are the same words he asked you hours ago, this time lacking their frantic tone. You didn’t feel as frozen, just nodding as you continue to replay the words in your head, making sure that’s what he said.

“Thank you.” It wasn’t much, but it was all you could mutter out. Corey was appreciated, of course he was, but you didn’t know how to articulate what you were thinking. A sliver of you doubted him, fearing that he heard it in some video and he’s just repeating it, but you know him, you know how he is and you know that moments like these are genuine, even if his words were up-cycled movie quotes.

“Of course, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” Okay mind reader.

“I care about you, I really do. Please, if it ever gets that bad again, call me, yeah? You don’t even have to, just get ahold of me somehow. I’m not going to let you just wither away on me.” Pulling you back down to him, his arms wrapped around you in a tight hug yet again, using the grip to punctuate his words.

“I’ll try to, no promises though.” That was all he needed, anything close to a yes would work for him. Even if the way you spoke showed your tiredness, you still had a resemblance of a grin on your cheeks to show your sincerity.

“When this wraps up I’ll make your bed and spend the night, how’s that sound?”

“If you insist, I won’t complain.”

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#slashers #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham x male reader #corey cunningham x you #corey cunningham #corey halloween ends #halloween movie #halloween #halloween ends #horror #horror movies

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stellasworks · 2 years

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HE IS SO FINE BUT NO ONE WILL HEAR ME OUT

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham #halloween ends #corey Halloween ends #slasher x reader

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astronautforhalloween · 1 year

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#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham #corey cunningham x you #corey Cunningham x y/n #halloween ends #halloween trilogy #halloween ends x reader #corey halloween ends

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wtchystuff · 2 years

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I really want to write a fanfic with this man-

My brain is only filled with him. He’s my new obsession omgggg

Also read something that said he’s a switch and that lives in my head rent free. I need him

#corey cunningham #Corey is a switch #I can’t fix him I’ll make him worse #Corey Halloween ends #I need him #I love him so much

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m0nologousmutilati0n · 1 year

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"They should've introduced Corey earlier! They should've made CAMERON Corey instead!"

Boy am I glad Halloween fans didn't write Ends. The POINT of Corey's introduction is that Haddonfield made him a scapegoat as a direct consequence of what happened in Kills. His existence as another murderer is the consequences of Haddonfield's actions in murdering Tivoli.

His character fundamentally is meant to be a personification of Haddonfield's paranoia and anxiety following Michael's massacre in Kills. He turned Haddonfield into monsters, and to cope with it, Haddonfield created a monster of their own.

That plot point fundamentally cannot work if Corey's accident with Jeremy happened in the first two movies and it especially can't work if a pre-existing character had replaced him.

#TLDR Corey's character is awesome and he was like the best part of Ends #also do you really think Cameron's actor could have absolutely crushed this role like Rohan Campbell did? get outta here #halloween #halloween franchise #halloween ends #corey cunningham #corey halloween ends #michael myers

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dixxiemaegraphics · 1 year

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The gradual babygirlification of Corey Cunningham.

Ahem, I think he’s neat and I wanted to draw different looks/expressions on him.

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham art #corey halloween ends

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m0ssybricks · 1 year

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Of Manicures and Makeouts

Word Count: 988

Fluff

Corey x f!reader

For @rebel-blue

Guys please send me more requests!! This man is so 🫶🫶🫶

Saturdays were the best. You used to not have the same mentality as you do now, but now that you live in your apartment with Corey, your boyfriend of three years you both were making memories every day. Tonight you were going to an office party and picked out a gorgeous dress that Corey would most definitely melt when he sees you in it. First, you needed to paint your nails since they were chipping from the previous manicure.

“Corey, have you seen the cotton pads?” you called out

“Oh um i think they are in my nightstand drawer, I needed to use them last night.”

You opened your boyfriend’s unorganized drawer moving around his watch, pocketknife, pack of gum, glasses case, a few small boxes, and a polaroid of you two which made you smile

Found it you thought

Corey pops his head through the door

“Did you find it hon?” he asks sweetly

“I did babe”

“Great,” he said while kissing your temple

After returning the kiss you sat cross-legged on the floor pulling out the burgundy matte nail polish that you loved so much and began to remove the chipped polish on your left pinky.

“Love what are you doing don’t we have to be somewhere at 6 ?” Corey asks referring the work party you two were going to.

“Yup, I usually get my nails done pretty quickly, I used to work at a nail salon when I was in high school” you replied while finishing your left hand, the deep color seemed to fascinate Corey. The way your light pink nail beds were pigmented in a matter of seconds intrigued him. Corey sat down and peered over your shoulder, making sure he wasn’t in the way,

“Hey, baby do you think that you could maybe do my nails? Like a light shade. If that’s okay.” He looked a bit sheepish yet very excited like a kid in a candy store, but not that. This was bold. That surprised you. Corey is usually shy as it is and for him to be asked to wear something that might garner attention is, well surprising. Nevertheless, you happily agreed because

A.) He would look so fucking hot

B.) This is a big step for him

“Sure Core, choose which colors. These are more pale and complement your skin” You displayed a camel tan, light pink, and liight brown.

“Umm.. mauve the light pink”

“Absolutely, first you have to wash your hands”

You walked with him to the bathroom you watched with a small smile on your face as he cleaned his hands.

“Done!” He replied cheerfully. You loved it when Corey got excited about anything, he has suffered a lot and he is always so grateful and happy to get to do things with you.

“Okay, lets get started, umm how about you sit at the small table and I will just do your nails from there.” As per usual Corey pulled your seat out for you which always makes you grin like crazy.

“Hold your right hand out love.” When you held his right hand up Corey kissed your hand very suddenly

You let out a small, breathy laugh.

“Core I need to do your nails baby.”

“Can’t I just kiss the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen?” he replied in a charming voice looking up at you with his brown puppy dog eyes

“Of course- just wait fifteen minutes” you replied, Corey, the goofy guy that he is rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically, and bringing your head to his lips with his free hand, he kissed your forehead.

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While you were painting his nails, Corey studied you. He observed how gently you held his hand while you were giving him a manicure. He noticed when you were painting the edges of his nails you scrunched your brow. He saw how concentrated you were and that must be the reason you are so good at your career and life. He noticed how nimble your fingers were. And how the afternoon sunlight illuminated you while you were working. Like an angel. Corey had a moment of realization: you were his and he was yours. You loved him and he was experiencing the life he never thought he would have. Here you two are: in an apartment about to go out to an event and you were painting his nails. He almost choked up a bit but fought off the tears by pressing a small quick kiss to your forehead.

“Done!” You replied cheerfully

“Wait, let me check to see if they are good”

Holding his hands up you admired their beauty for a moment: the rough-calloused palms from work as a mechanical engineer, the scar from getting an injury so long ago. the metal ring he has on his pinky finger which contrasts with his skin. The pale pink paint looked gorgeous on him. While you were taking it all in your thoughts were interrupted by Corey suddenly rapidly peppering kisses on your cheeks, temple, eyelid, neck, nose, head, and deep kiss on your lips. Corey then scooped you up and carried you to the couch while you were laughing. He plopped you down and went on top of you kissing your face and hands.

“Thank you so much YN, I absolutely love my nails, you did such an amazing job, my talented girl”

You didn’t really know how to react other than kissing his soft, plush lips softly and saying “you are more than welcome my sweet boy”

The rest of the night you two went out in your elegant outfits, you a black cocktail dress (Corey swooned when he saw you) and Corey a grey button-down with brown slacks both of your nail colors complemented your outfits. For the rest of the night Corey admired your beauty, especially your hands, he caught himself wondering how that small ring in the back of his drawer would look on your finger.

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham #corey cunningham x you #corey halloween ends #Corey Cunningham fluff #halloween ends

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