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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.

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.

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.

Im sorry im just so addicted to soft frank xD <3

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.

Doomhead

-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.