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What if mikey and peepaw went to a public pool with his s/o? HOW WOULD THIS MAN REACT??
You're one of like three people that could get me to write a full hc post of my own fruition while requests are closed lol. Let's call this the unofficial start of Mikey's hot himbo summer 😎🥵
Going to A Public Pool (OG Mikey & Peepaw x GN!Reader)
OG Mikey
Michael doesn’t like overly crowded places. He does fine with them, but he doesn’t like them. Blending with a crowd is not difficult, though; he’s a master of going unnoticed. He observes the other people, taking notes in his head of how likely they are to be a problem, and maybe even picking out a group to torment later. Yes, he will definitely be looking for a good hunt in the crowd.
If you want a chair or lounger and there aren’t any available, he’ll make one available. (He knows on principle that loungers are better.)
You will have to remind him what sunscreen is. He will insist he doesn’t need it. Apply to his back for him, ask if he’ll do the same for you. Best to lead by example. You can’t see how red his face turns, but can imagine it does. Whether from a single delicate kiss or from four hours of fucking you senseless, babyboy blushes like a rose in spring.
After that point, if asking him “do it for me?” doesn’t convince him to put on sunscreen, you can kindly suggest that, tonight, you’ll only touch him where he wore protection. Make sure he doesn’t miss anywhere because you can just feel that if he gets burned, he will be a child about it.
His guard will be up because every person in this place in a threat to you. He is very good at keeping attuned to you while staying vigilant. He won’t miss you calling his name or asking for his attention. You’re the whole reason he’s here, and he enjoys everything you do together. Any idle time, he spends watching and waiting. He stays alert so you can relax.
He steals looks at you, though. Anytime you sigh or make a sound of content, he will look in your direction. If your eyes are closed, he will stare and drink you in. How beautiful you are can be overwhelming, especially with so much of you on display, feeling safe and in a light mood. He may avoid touching you only to prevent himself from devouring you in front of all these people.
Living in a landlocked state, it’s hard to say if Michael received swimming lessons as a boy. He’s not afraid of the water and he’s tall enough not to need to tread anywhere. If he ever needed to swim, he’d figure it out enough to get himself back to land. He doesn’t see water as a leisure activity, but since meeting you, he’s done a lot of things he otherwise would not have.
He’s considerably slower in the water, so he prefers to keep you as close as possible. He blocks people from your path, or moves them out of the direction you choose to swim in. If you’re not a good swimmer, he will be there for you to hold on to whenever you need him. If you are a good swimmer, you can hold on to him anyway. Either way, he enjoys having you clinging to him. Wrap your arms around him with your legs around his waist and watch lust blacken his good eye for just a moment.
If he seems tense or stressed, or you’re worried he’s not enjoying himself, the best way to perk him up is to surprise him with small kisses. His cheeks, forehead, nose, neck, shoulders, lips. He always looks surprised when you do, because he still wonders how you can love him with all that he is. That you trust him to touch you when you know how many people his hands have killed. Whatever you want, whatever you need, he will always give it to you, so long as you never stop kissing him.
Peepaw
Peepaw likes crowded places even less than his younger self. Isolated from the rest of the world for so much longer, he won’t blend in with the public when unmasked as well as his younger self would. The noise is going to get to him more quickly than OG, so he’s going to get noticeably grumpier as the day goes on.
He will also scan the crowd for potential future-victims. In his younger years, he enjoyed stalking and targeting groups of people, but Peepaw likes to go for the ones who stray from their crowds and leave the door unlocked. He stays out of sight, kills, and disappears without anyone ever noticing him.
He has a chair or lounger cleared for both of you before you can tell him you want one. Don’t try to argue, you’ll lose.
When you bring up sunburn he’s going to laugh. Laurie Strode literally dropped a burning building on him and he got out with superficial burns. He’ll happily help you apply wherever you can’t reach on yourself. And some places you can. If you’re still worried about sun exposure, he’ll leave his shirt on until it’s time to get in the water.
He doesn’t see these people as much of a threat, but he watches them with intent. Assesses their strength, their gait, the weapons they have available (mostly ice packs and umbrella poles, but he sees a few multi-tools and knives in pockets), and how likely they are to look at you.
He doesn’t “steal” looks, he’ll ogle you as much as he damn well pleases. If you’re comfortable being out in public with him, then he’s going to be himself. He is shamelessly obsessed with you and not concerned about other people’s opinions. You can let him be handsy without worrying that he’ll do anything indecent; he doesn’t share, not even with an audience.
Peepaw’s going to be a little more reserved about getting in to the water until he’s in it. Again, having been locked up for so much longer, he is conscious of his limitations. But when you’re ready to swim, he’s right next to you. It relieves the heat, which is nice. He palms the water to feel the difference in texture and temperature on his hand. Slip your hand under his and he’ll take it.
He doesn’t need to move people or block them with his arms; they move on their own. If you’re a weaker swimmer, he’ll keep you clear of obstacles, but he’s not going to help you until you need it. He’s not as physically affectionate as his younger self may have been, so he won’t like it if you cling to him longer than necessary to right yourself. Annoying him by wrapping around an arm or leg or both will earn punishment later, so proceed to your liking.
As the day lengthens and his bald head starts to sizzle (he refused to wear a hat), he will grow noticeably tired. He has unlimited stamina, but people are exhausting. Resisting the murder instinct takes energy, both physical and emotional. He’ll hold out for as long as he can, because he genuinely loves seeing you happy, and he enjoys learning about the world through your lifestyle.
Slipping your hand into his to give it a quick squeeze or rubbing with your thumb gives him a boost. He cherishes holding your hand in his more than he ever thought himself capable. When he won’t let go, that’s a good sign that it’s time to leave. He will carry as much as is needed to free one of your hands so he can hold it all the way back to your car.
imagine being in a (long term) relationship with Jesse and you routinely fondle and tease him for being bald 💀💀 im not even kidding i would do this all the time because i mean CMON LOOK AT IT. ITS SO SMOOTH AND SHINY AND SPAN GTF AWAY FROM MY EGGHEAD 🔪🔪🔪
hi hello!! could i request some frank morrison fluff 👉👈? nothing specific just something you can think of! thank you in advance, lots of love!!!
Omg yes ! Thank you for the request love ! hopefully this is fluffy enough, I always had the thought of a cute study session with Frank and this encouraged to finally write it . Sorry if it’s too short! enjoy <3
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“Which one of these molecules are considered a Carbohydrate- insulin, lactose-“
“Uhh the first one.”
You looked up at Frank with a dull expression. The older boy was sat up against the headboard of his bed, feet crossed as he twirled a dirty worn out basketball between his hands.
“Frank. You didn’t even let me finish.” You stated, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m pretty sure I heard him say that word at some point in his lecture.”
Frank hummed , shrugging his shoulders before looking at you. He smirked at your annoyed experience, seeming satisfied from your reaction. The spinning came to a full stop as he leaned forward to grab the flash card that you held up in your hand, and threw it with the rest of the small color coded papers. It was the last flash card.
“I guess that means we’re done studying.”
You groaned as you looked down at the two separate piles of flash cards you made earlier that morning. One was suppose to be for questions that you both managed to answer correctly while the other was ones you got wrong.
Somehow in the last two hours, Frank only managed to get 5 out of the 60 questions correct. Most of that time consisted of Frank distracting the both of you with something unrelated.
“Frank, you only got a few right. You’re not going to pass the test at this rate.”
“Then we’ll study again another day.” He states dryly, eyes already glancing at his piles of dvds on the side of the room. Already debating which horror movie to force you to watch tonight. He loved you being scared. It always meant you would hide your face on his shoulders.
“The tests is tomorrow.” You huffed back, grabbing the second pile.
“Then I’ll skip.” He shrugs. You glance up a little to late to notice him reach over quickly to snatch the cards from your hands.
“Frank!-“ You began, reaching across the bed to try to retrieve your flash cards, that you spent a lot of time on thank you very much. “How is that going to help with anything??” You asked, scoffing at his carelessness.
“Easy. If I don’t take the test. I won’t fail.” Frank chuckles as he holds the cards out of reach, both of you nearly falling off the bed from your attempts to climb over him. He ignored the rate of his heartbeat at how close your faces were. You were busy with your determination for your cards, you didn’t notice the redness in his cheeks and ears.
“Besides- hey! Don’t pinch me , you brat- Besides, you already know all the answers so we don’t need to study anymore. You’ll get top score once again .”
“Doesn’t matter what score I get. What matters is that if you pass this test with a 75 or higher, you’ll be able to get your D to a C.”
You gripped onto his hoodie, debating whether you should pinch him one more time as you try to think of a way to reach over his long arm for your precious flash cards. You didn’t notice his confused expression during your struggle.
“How do you know that?”
A blush formed at your cheeks, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “Well..” You began.
If you were completely honest, you knew you didn’t need to study at all for the test. Frank wasn’t lying about you being the top of your science class. The only reason you suggested the study session and convinced Frank to ditch his legion (not that it took much convincing, Frank would drop anything once you asked him to)to help you study was really for his own benefit. You just wanted to be able to help him out.
But Frank hated receiving help.
And with the way he was looking at you at the moment, you knew you were caught in your small lie.
“I may have asked Mr. Caleb about your grade and how you could improve” You admitted, looking down and noticed how close you were. You were practically over his lap so you pulled back a bit at the sound of Frank’s heavy sigh.
“I don’t give a rats ass about my grade.”
“But Mr. Caleb said if you even get a 70- he’ll bump it up regardless-“
“I don’t need you or that asshole’s input on my grade, alright? It doesn’t matter. Not everyone bases their life around grades.” Frank snaps with no real venom in his words, tossing the cards near your lap.
You frown at his words, sitting back on the edge of the bed and grabbing your flash cards. You both say nothing for a few seconds before your soft voice cuts through the silence.
“I just wanted to help you Frank.”
Frank chest feels heavy at your statement, watching you shuffle the cards slowly , eyes falling onto the small pout that painted on your lips already.
You knew what you were doing. Frank was weak, a victim to your pouty expressions.
He groans as he rubs his neck, fingers absently tracing his tattoos as a habit. As much as he hated that you would go behind his back to talk about him with some teachers, he couldn’t help but feel a bit touched at the commitment. It was special in a cheesy way he hates admitting.
He was still stubborn.
“Fine fine! Stop that.” He sighs, leaning back against the headboard as you looked up at him hopeful. “Only on one condition. You have to do something for me .”
You nod fast, Frank was surprised you didn’t strain your neck.
“Anything!” You smile, scooting closer to him and crossing your legs criss cross. You really didn’t have any clue of the affects you had on him. “I’ll even tag along with you and your friends.”
Frank shook his head. As much as he would love to see you try to catch up on any illegal activities he and his legion got into it, he had a better idea thats been stuck on his mind for weeks now. The thought following him around like some bug, the buzzing getting harder to ignore the more time he spends with you. He clears his throat as he finally gains the confidence.
“Let me take you out.” He smiles the same Frank Morrison smile he knows has many girls, even Julie, swoon over. He was expecting you to blush or began stuttering.
He didn’t expect for you to began laughing.
“What?” You giggle, “You know I’m always happy to hang out with you Frank. You don’t have to bet on that.”
Biting your lip in thought, you don’t notice the sudden nervous expression on Frank’s face. “Hey, I can buy you that cd of that band you been talking about-What were they called ? Oh!-“
“No..I mean like a date.” He finally interrupts you, tensed.
You blink as you process what he really is saying.
Oh.
“Forget that, that was stupid. Um how bout-“
All the confidence slowly deflated from the tattooed teen, every doubt from before of how wrong it would be for you to date someone like him came rushing back. His eyes darting around the room now, a habit of his.
Maybe he read too much into how much you cared for him.
Maybe you were just being a caring friend, it’s not like he had much of those anyway. Sure he had his legion but they always encouraged his bad habits. So you were simply feeling bad for the teen. He was idiot for thinking otherwise-
“Okay.”
Your voice broke his train of thought.
Your face was fully flushed but you couldn’t stop the smile from growing. You felt butterflies in your stomach and bubbles of excitement. Your own doubts of what was growing between you and Frank disappearing.
“Okay?” He asks, doubtful. You nod as you grab the textbook and toss him to him.
“Yeah. If you pass this test, I’ll let you take me on a date.”
Frank gaped at you, processing that you were actually saying yes to a date with him.
You clicked your tongue as you looked down at the left over flash cards. Your own confidence growing.
“I’ll even give you a kiss if you can get more than half of these questions right.”
Frank stared at you for a few seconds, expression blank before he tossed the forgotten ball in his hand to the side of the room and sat up. Textbook was in his hands before you could could fully blink.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Ask me a question.”
Heyooo could i request a part to of the Frank fluff fic? Where he passes the test and they go on a date? <33
yess ofc ! Thank you for giving me an excuse to write more soft Frank <3 i didn’t realize how much I was writing till the end so sorry for the random cut off . I felt like I overdid it lol , Enjoy!
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All that confidence you held that night in Frank’s room— teasing him during your study session with the idea of a date— was ripped away from you the moment he slammed a piece of paper on the table you occupied during lunch. The piece of sandwich nearly dropping onto your tray as the big red 80% written in the corner stared back at you. Neat hand writing making out a “Great Job !” , mocking you while Frank simply leaned down in front of you with a satisfied smirk.
“Be ready by 6” He states, the lingering amusement of his voice is all your left with as he grabs the paper and walks away— the rest of the busy lunch room falling deaf to your ears.
Okay, maybe you were all talk. It’s not like you didn’t expect or want Frank to pass his test, you even stayed up all night just to make sure he got some extra work done in case he fell below the necessary mark. However the reality of the promise finally hit you once it dawned that you were going on a date with Frank Morrison.
So now you stood in front of your mirror, fighting back the urge to throw everything you were wearing on top of the growing pile of clothes on your bedroom floor, and stomp back in your closet in hopes that the perfect outfit will magically appear. One quick glance at the clock on your dresser prevented you from so. 5:50
Your fingers pull at the ends of your clothing, a silly attempt to make yourself seem presentable. You weren’t sure why you’re worried, you and Frank hung out multiple times in the years you’ve known each other. Whether it be in the comfort of your own rooms or him following you around the mall like a lost puppy.
But this was different. The word “date” was attached to this, along with your need to suddenly care about the way your hair looked — the hairstyle was not sitting the way you wanted. Maybe you’ll have enough time to try something else, even grab a jacket that would match the color scheme of your outfit better. It seemed to be colder tonight. Or maybe you could switch the whole outfit-
Flashlights boring through your curtains—painting your room for a second cut your thoughts short. The sound of an engine being cut off outside your home strikes you with nervousness. Heart pounding as you grab your bag and hurry out of your home before your parents could question you even more. Frank was just getting out of his beaten down truck as you closed the distance from your front door to him. His feet betraying him when he stumbled on his way to circling the front of the truck to the passenger door.
The small mistake easing the pit in your stomach. It seemed all that smugness he held this afternoon at school had disappeared.
A shy smile making its way on your face as you take in his appearance. He wore his signature leather jacket, but instead of his grey zip up; he wore a black turtle neck along with black jeans. It was small changes but it was a different look than you were use to, despite the small displeasure of his neck tattoos being covered.
“You look handsome.” You state lightly, watching him pull open the passenger door. He made sure to grab your hand as he helped you onto the truck and in your seat.
“Thanks. You look really good yourself” He pauses before stammering, “I mean you always do , but tonight , you just look..great. Amazing-”
He grimaced at the sound of his stuttering. A blush burning his cheeks as he slammed the door harder than he meant to. Your shoulders relaxed while watching him make his way to the driver seat. You couldn’t help but feel better knowing you weren’t the only who was dealing with the same nerves.
The fact allowed you to ease back into the car seat once you placed the seatbelt in place. All your worries disappearing once Frank started the truck and drove off. It was silent the first few minutes. Frank’s hands gripping the steering wheel as he tapped his fingers along the leather.
He wanted to say something. Anything but any teasing comment went dry in his throat whenever he glanced your way. You really did look good. Not to say that he hasn’t admire your beauty before—he definitely has there’s no denying that — but your hair was styled in a way that framed your face perfectly. Your outfit hugged your body perfectly and goddamit-he really wished he would have spend more moments outside the car for an excuse to keep admiring you.
Finally, your eyes tore away from the scenery outside to the cassette tapes he had lying on top of the dashboard. The need to put an end to the silence prompted you to reach forward and grab a random one, yet the cover had you hesitating as you blinked down at the familiar picture.
“Hey!” You gasped holding the plastic case up to your face to make sure you were seeing things right. It was your favorite artist. “This is mine !”
“What?? No its not.” He nearly snatched the case out of our hands but you reacted in time, leaning into the passenger door as you scoff at him.
“Ive been searching for this tape for a week!” You whine as you turn it over in your hands. “I should have known you liked my music more than you lead on to.”
“I don’t like it..” Frank grumbles, eyes back on the road. Beginning to shift in his seat uncomfortably. “I stole it so I didn’t have to suffer from you playing that garbage over and over again. I was saving my own ears.”
Rolling your eyes at the insult, you didn’t take it to heart. Instead you opened the case in excitement to make him suffer even more, until you were met with the lack of the tape. Blinking, you looked away from the empty case towards Franks then to the stereo sat between you two.
Frank was still as you pushed one of the buttons and watched as the tape —that belonged to the case in your hands—was pushed out. You both stayed quiet while the realization had you slowly grinning.
“I have no idea how that got in there.”
A bubble of laugher filled the space inside the truck. You leaned forward to push the tape back inside and pressed the play button.
“Hm, I guess my music taste isn’t that bad then.” You state playfully, the delight clear in your voice much to Frank’s dismay. “You know you could have asked to borrow my tapes if you liked them so much.”
His groan barely was audible above the first few beats of the first track. Despite his embarrassment, Frank felt himself began to relax as well. The tense atmosphere and silence fading away with the music taking its place. The rest of the ride consisted of the typical banter between you two. The conversation died down once you realized Frank had been driving for a while now, further away from town. It’s been 20 minutes since you left Ormond and was driving down a road surrounded by nothing but trees.
He came to a stop in front of a dirt trail leading into the woods. The trial stretching into a narrow path that was wrapped by the low hanging branches. It still wasn’t dark enough for the woods to be completely pitch black inside but you still felt a bit concerned. You frowned as you looked at Frank who was already getting out of the car.
“Stay here.”
“W-what?” You sat up quickly and made way to unbuckle your seatbelt. Frank only threw you a soft smile as he reached over to grab your arm, steering you to look at him.
“Do you trust me?” He asked. The softness in his voice somewhat allowing you to calm down and let go of the door handle. You slowly nodded your head, confusion still not leaving your expression.
“Of course, I just don’t understand-“
“Then just stay put baby. Don’t worry I’m not going to leave you here.” He reassures, patting your thigh before leaning out of the truck once again. You weren’t allowed to response as he shut the door, the locks clicking in place. Your eyes following him go towards the back of the truck and grabbing something from the back.
You had to force yourself to calm down as you had nothing but to watch him make his way into the woods. The pet name finally settling as you looked down at your hands and scoff. This was such a Frank thing to do. You should have known he would do something like this, probably looking to prank you before an actual date.
You had expected him to maybe take you to the movies and a diner, or even take you to the abandoned Ormond Resort as his own idea of a date. Either way, you would have been happy because it was Frank. You were honest when you had stated that you were always happy hanging out with him.
But being in the middle of the woods ? It was unexpected, something that would obviously only be done by Frank of all people. Yet you were left confused and doubtful.
For a few minutes you were left anxiously looking at the surroundings and making sure the doors were locks while continuing to look into the woods for any sign on him. Your patience was wearing thin before you snapped, getting out of the car and making your way towards the path Frank disappeared too.
What if it really was a prank? You bit your lips as you finally passed the the few sets of trees as you looked around, the only direction being to follow the trail. Slowly you began to walk but felt something grab your shoulder. You stifled a shriek as you whipped around only to see Frank. The sight relieving you as you pushed shoulder slightly.
“I told you to stay in the truck.” He states , whatever he had in his hands now no where to be seen.
“I..I got worried,” You sighed before lightheartedly adding, “You know for a date I wasn’t expecting for you to leave me in the middle of no where.”
Frank paid no mind to your uneasiness as he grabbed your hand and just nodded towards the trail. “Come on. Follow me.”
He leads you down the trail, keeping beside you as you hold onto his arm. He eventually leads you off the path and helps you over roots that were sprouting out from the ground. You were going to finally break the silence and ask him where the hell you were going until the trees opened up and a large meadow came into view. There were a bunch of flowers littered around the grass along with a small body of water about 15 feet away.
You froze at the sight, but not at the colorful flowers or the calm water. No- what caught your attention was what was carefully set up in the middle.
A blanket sat on the grass, along with woven basket that carried treats and snacks that you recognized as your favorite. A small pie sat in the middle of the blanket, between two glasses and a bottle of what you secretly hoped wasn’t beer. There was even a few small candles that were carefully placed surrounding the blanket, illuminating the set up along with the nature surrounding it.
“Wow..” You whispered, processing that Frank had been setting this up for you while you were doubting him. He continued to pull you forward towards the blanket while you gawked at everything. You were at lost for words. “Frank this is..how..”
“Remember that time you made me watch that god awful old romance movie.” He started, now rubbing his arm as he avoided making eye contact. “Which I will never let you pick a movie ever again by the way..but uh..”
He cleared his throat before continuing. “I noticed how much you liked that specific scene when they were having a picnic at a park. Uh so I figured this would be okay..as a date.”
You let out a breath at his confession. Heart swelling at the fact that he could remember something so small, yet important. Your stunned silence seem to push at his insecurity for he began to ramble.
“I know it’s not much, I literally had to steal half of these stuff from Joey’s job. I mean can you believe how expensive that bottle was? I -“
“Frank—“
“I just thought a picnic and stargazing was romantic enough, I mean I never done this before so what should I know. You know what, trying to copy that movie was pretty stupid. I don’t know-“
You had grab his hand again and lean up placing a quick kiss on his cheek, to shut him up. His posture relaxing as he looked down at you shyly.
“This is perfect.” You tell him. “I love it.”
Finally, the excitement began to bubble as you plopped down on your knees on one side of the blanket. Your shifted on your knees as you made yourself comfortable with a huge smile planted on your face. You couldn’t figure out where to pay attention to first; the perfectly set up picnic , the lake before you, or the fact that you sat in the middle of a meadow full of flowers that you were tempted to pick at.
Frank settled on the other side, his eyes only on you despite the surroundings. He watched you take in the scenery, engraving the memory of you- sat in front of landscape that was nothing compared to how you looked to him at this moment- in his mind.
Don’t apologize ! I’m always so happy to get requests and love writing about Frank <3
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The sky looked so pretty from where you sat.
You couldn’t keep your eyes from glancing up at the sky. The spot that Frank picked to set up the picnic was underneath an opening that wasn’t covered by any of the trees, giving you both a perfect view of the bright stars that were splattered across the sky like paint.
A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned back with an arm behind you looking at the pretty. The mixture of purple and pink was a sight to see for sure. Yet when you looked to your side at Frank, his eyes remained only on you.
Neither the sky or the calm lake laid out in front of him could get him to take his eyes off you.
You felt shy under his gaze, reaching forward for the glasses that were placed between you two.
“Champagne huh?” You breathe out, raising an eyebrow as you looked back at him. “How fancy of you Frank.”
Frank lets out a small laugh at that, finally tearing his eyes away from you and towards the bottle. “Yeah, I had to get the best for the special occasion.”
You smile before taking a small sip from the glass. Your nose immediately scrunching up as the bitterness hit your taste buds.
“Ah, I don’t think I’ll get use to that taste.” You wait a few moments before taking another sip before setting it down. “It’s still better than your shitty beer.”
“Sorry not all of us have expensive taste sweetheart” He teases as he grabs the bottle and pours some into his glass. Unlike you.who taken to small sips, he full on took a chug before placing the glass down with a disgusted expression. He looked at the bottle as though it personally offended him. “God that’s disgusting.”
You openly laughed at him as you cross your legs and faced him. “Hey! I would have been fine with anything you got me. I’ll happily drink orange juice in these glasses.”
Frank groans at that. “That’ll be stupid.” He states, setting down his empty glass before looking back up at you. A nervous bite to his lips. “Besides, I wanted to make sure this was perfect..you know, just like how the movies do it or whatever.”
You could sense the embarrassment radiating off him as he looks away from you and his hands began to pull out the grass from the ground. His statement bringing more warmth to you than the alcohol in your system. You reach out and grab onto his hand, intertwining your fingers together.
“It is perfect, I mean look at this place!” You motion to the meadow surrounding you both and the flowers. “How long have you known about this?”
“For a while” he mumbles, focusing on the way your hand felt in his. Squeezing your hand as you continue to look over the lake. You let out a sigh.
“Wow, well I’m glad that I pushed you to do well on that test.” You reach out to grab the basket that was still untouched but Frank pulled you back gently to look at him. A serious expression catching you off guard.
“I would have shown you this eventually you know ? I mean..” he pauses for a moment, hesitating before finally pushing himself, “I know you probably are only doing this because you feel obligated, with me getting my grade up for once.”
“What? No-” You tried to interrupt him but he ignored you, squeezing your hand again.
“But I’ve had this date in mind since forever, I mean shit, since you first looked at me in our first class together. I just wanted to take you out, officially on a date. Not just a hang out, not as friends.”
“Frank.”
“Not that I don’t like having you as a friend, I do! But it just doesn’t feel enough. I know I have a shitty reputation and all, and I don’t deserve someone like you” He rubbed the back of neck nervously, “b-but I want this to be a more than once thing. And like, I want to take you out more. And make you happy. Not just as a friend but as a, uh, a boyfriend?-“
“Heck I’ll even pass all my tests from now on. I’ll just need help to study because you know how I am-“ he laughed dryly about to continue but you finally put an end to his rambling.
You caught him off guard by reaching for his jacket, pulling him closer and pushing your lips against his. Really, it was the only option you had to shutting him up.
He froze , seemingly to short circuit as he processed that you were kissing him!?
Finally you pulled away and gave him an exasperated smile, “is that enough of an answer ?”
He blinked at you before finally relaxing, a boyish grin appearing as his nervousness disappeared. A dreamy look in his eyes. “Yeah..but I think I need a few more to make it extra clear ”
Groaning, you let him pull you closer to him as he sat on your lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held onto your hips, looking at you expectedly. One of his hands reached up to cup your cheek before he leaned in and kissed you.
You melted into his touch, the hand on your hips pulling you closer as though he didn’t want any inch space separating himself from you. He continued to give you small kisses, soft pecks to your lips before tilting your head with the hand on your cheek and deepening the kiss.
Your cheeks burned as you gripped onto his jacket and pulled away from the kiss. Small pants shared between you two as you recovered from the intensity. Franks grip loosening on you hip and his thumb began to rub the skin exposed.
“So?..” He suddenly asks, his insecurity beginning to surface again. “can we be more than friends ?”
You nod, leaning your forehead against his as you gave him the obvious answer.
trying to be kind to myself + remind myself that my fictional slasher bfs would still love me n think i'm pretty even if my ocd (ttm) has completely destroyed my hair 😭
HI SORRY FOR THE VAGUE REQUESTS BUT I WANNA HEAR ANY THOUGHTS U HAVE ON DOOMHEAD OR FOXY i enjoy them so badly 🙏 no pressure ofc pls take ur time mwah
YES OFC!! ANYTIME FOR U MOOT 🙏🧎
im sorry i only did doomhead bc i had more ideas for him and it looked weird to have like paragraphs abt DH and 4 sentences about foxy 😭😭 ill write a separate post about him if you want nws!!
rlly messy post, a mix of thoughts + headcanons with a LOT of projection (potentially ooc) proofread but still shitty
LONG POST!
TW for suggestive themes and angst i mean...this is doomhead we're talking about
- my backstory headcanons differ slightly from yours (please check out imeldas DH headcanons theyre great!);
- i think he came from a well-off family but was definitely abused and neglected. growing up in the time and place that he did, he had no support and was forced to take his future into his own hands. he probably ran away or estranged himself from his family as early as possible (possibly stealing a few stacks to keep him afloat)
- pre 31 he was most likely a petty criminal who got mixed up in some violence, possibly word got around and he was picked up by Father Murder (i imagine it the same way models are recruited on the street and thats funny)
- i agree that hes been in 31 since its conception, hes definitely the top dog, the most reliable and efficient Head out there. I'd like to think Father taught him a thing or two about hunting numbers down (and how to clean his messier kills) so younger/less experienced Heads definitely aim to be at least acknowledged by him
- i think doomie does many odd jobs just to pass time between 31 ; security at seedy bars, occasional plumbing/installation jobs etc. not only does it help with his small-time acting (being able to play and adapt to many roles) but it also allows him to slip into the background of the community. hes not too important but not too insignificant either
- i think the face paint and theatrics was his idea. i believe Father (and co) are just hardcore snuff/sadists and just wanted to see their victims in fear, but DH really took it upon himself to add character (and subsequently more fear) to his job! slay
- being involved with 31 and all, i think he has a few connections with organized criminals, especially considering he has to obtain fake IDs and alibis. hes grown quite friendly with a few respected mobsters and its rewarded him handsomely
- with all this said! i don't think hes some perfectly suave, totally composed Casanova, i believe hes really scared of feeling vulnerable and that makes it hard for him to form any relationships that arent superficial, simply because he doesnt know how to cope well with feeling exposed and emotional around others.
- i diagnose him with (gay) BPD and i think hes very insecure abt that fact. he was probably taught that his emotions were bad so he puts extensive effort into seeming composed and put together around people. one good thing about 31 is that its a space where his bizarre outbursts or even mania is not only accepted but embraced/rewarded so hes got that going for him i guess??
- i think, deep down, he'd really love a somewhat domestic relationship; having somebody at home to eat with, a partner he can rely on, to be cared for and care for someone else. hes a sap at heart, hes just very scared of showing it
- probably wouldn't want kids, even in an accidental knock-up, he'd slip his baby mama plenty of scratch and encourage her to find a man thatll support them. he can always be the distant but fatherly family friend but thats really it (UNLESS you're his s/o then thats a completely different story-)
- probably neurodivergent in some way, simply because i see him as incredibly observant, analytical and calculated when hes focused/interested, traits i typically see in other ND people lol
- my doomhead is definitely queer, he doesnt use labels but i see him spending time at drag shows (in the corner silently handing the queen a stack of cash LOL) at underground gay bars (and had a few fellas for company ykk😏) hes more than aware of the struggles of having no family to support you and needing to make ends meet no matter what (since hes been there himself) so he has respect for such folks
- hes SO committal, especially because he doesn't have many healthy long term relationships. hookups dont mean much to him and really just give him dopamine boosts during the lull of a lonely life (#bars). if you're his s/o, you're his life partner, he would kill and die for you 100%. even if you guys split he would probably just give up on relationships then and there (as sad as that sounds lmao)
- ik the movie is set in the 70s but in a modern setting, i think he'd listen to some quirky, creepy music. probably genres like glam rock and dark cabaret (think scissor sisters and the dresden dolls)
- on that topic!! some songs that remind me of him include
also not a request but i missed u hope ur doing good enjoying ur summer ! <3
aww 😭💕💕 hey shawty 🤘😏 LMAO yeah i went silent for a second, ive been doing a LOT OF painting and cleaning for my house renovations, its been soo hard to reserve time to read/write esp bc im such a slow writer UGH
but im gonna push through and try post one or two things today so people following me actually have a reason to lol 👍
-ridiculously cheesy and over the top names, all in that slow, cocky drawl. you're getting called sugartits (regardless of whether you possess them or not), sweetness, doll, princess, prince or angel in an almost mocking tone. they all come with the precursor of "my", because you're his. if he's feeling edgy, he'll go through one of his monologues calling you classic names like honey, darling or dear. call him dickhead because he will get such a laugh out of it, especially if you don't know his alias for 31.
-knows you love hearing his voice, and if you mentioned you liked certain pet names he'd be sure to use them more often. takes note of your reactions, and if he uses one you visibly don't like he'll quit it. he's a dick to everyone but you. aren't you lucky, babydoll?
Foxy / Winslow Foxworth Coltrane
-similar, except he always sounds like he's about to laugh when he uses them. he's definitely got some ridiculous nickname out of your name that he refuses to stop calling you (because he knows you love it really).
-he really get a kick out of you turning his own pet names against him, especially because...well his fucking name is WINSLOW. you call him everything that starts with 'w' except his actual name. also foxtrot when you really want to annoy him.
Otis Driftwood
-you're starting to think he doesn't know your actual name at this point, because he never uses it. it's sweetheart, honey, dearest, gorgeous, sexy.
-he probably only uses your real name when it's something serious, otherwise when he's calling out for you you're his baby. he's got a way of drawing out the pet names that make them wonderfully intimate and personal.
Baby Firefly
-like her brother, baby loves pet names! her name is a pet name, and she definitely also calls you baby; she thinks it's adorable that you two can match. she loves when you use pet names for her, she thinks it's so romantic.
-you'll hear honey, cutie, hottie, all in that sweet accent of hers! she talks about you all the time, to her victims, to anyone in her family, any chance she gets. you're publicly known as baby's baby <3
slashers + kissing them in panic before they kill you (short fic) [including michael myers, bo sinclair, candyman/daniel robitaille, brahms heelshire]
Michael Myers
He's got you by the throat, your back against the wall, eye sockets of the mask staring coldly and blankly into your wide, panicked eyes. You're not entirely sure what you hope to accomplish when you press a swift kiss to his cheek, straining against his grip on your neck. For a moment, you think you've fucked up tremendously and he'll kill you painfully and slowly for it, and his curious head tilt doesn't soothe your worries. It's only when his grip loosens, but doesn't fully relent, that you breathe a sigh of relief.
However, you're not entirely free to go. His significantly lighter grip is still like iron, and the message is clear when you try to walk away and it tightens to the point of being painful.
You're coming with him.
Bo Sinclair
"Just lie still, alright, now," he says and shushes you, opening the glue. "Shame to shut these pretty lips of yours, but-"
You're thinking on your feet, it's a split second decision. He's already shown his attraction to you, and his hand is poised to use the glue and you're so scared that you'll do anything to stop him. Even if it doesn't work, it couldn't hurt to try, he already may kill you, what's the worst that could happen?
You lean forward as much as your restraints allow and kiss him deeply, trying to minimise your shaking and obvious panic. He is a good kisser, which helps. Something between you becomes electric and he drops the glue, using his now free hand to tilt your chin and deepen the kiss, your passion met with the equal force of his own. Eventually, you feel confident enough to gently break away to meet his eyes, and wonder if the lust in his eyes is a mirror to your own.
A grin breaks out across that devastatingly handsome face as he gazes at you fondly. "Well now...s'pose it would be a tragedy to let someone like you go to waste. You could be all mine if you promise you'll be quiet, yeah?"
Your slow nod seals your fate.
Candyman / Daniel Robitaille
You're not even sure why you did it.
Whispering into the mirror, five times. Maybe you're reckless, maybe you were just so infinitely bored of life that potentially losing it didn't seem so bad.
You called. He came. Now you're facing the consequences, only one thing comes to mind that you'd like to do. Your final act.
The hook is unbelievably gentle, running across your cheek, and his tender hold around your waist is almost like a lover's. You're entranced with the strangely romantic tone he speaks to you in, and as he goes in for the kill you do what you've been wanting to.
He's entirely caught off guard, and as you kiss him he senses something else in you. A desire to right your wrongs, a purer soul than he thought at first glance.
No, you will not be his victim, he decided once your lips met his. You will be his honeybee, the only tie he'll allow himself to have to this plane of existence. You captivate him in a way no others have.
He fades from your vision, with a promise to return.
Brahms Heelshire
Confusion and horror battle to be the main emotion driving your frantic escape attempt from the man that has just emerged from the walls. You only signed up to take care of a doll. A doll of a dead little boy, yet his actual, much older counterpart blocks your path to the door with his frighteningly strong frame.
"Brahms?" You question, tears now spilling from your eyes. You search for answers in the eyes behind his mask that you know you will never receive, certainly not if he kills you like you he's about to.
His arm is tensed around your neck now, seemingly ready to snap it at any second.
"You didn't follow the rules," comes the voice of a young boy, strained with the high pitch and apparent disuse. "You have to follow them."
The rules? The ones you were given when you started? What haven't you done? You're mentally running through the list, checking and double checking as his grip gets tighter, then you hit on it.
Kiss goodnight.
As you become more lightheaded and your eyes close, you use your last vestige of strength to kiss the lips of the mask.
You don't have time to savour the fresh air as he rips off the mask and you actually get to kiss him. But the pressure around your neck is gone, and you might actually get out of this alive.
