#frank woods headcanons

[k6tzie]

I’ve seen your work and I just- augh😩. 10/10, and I was wondering if you could do some p-links for Woods or Reznov?👀🫶

WOODS & REZNOV P☆RN LINKS

(not all heroes wear capes, one of them is you anon! i've been WAITING to do this with some characters that aren't the tf141 or something, i am much more than happy to do so. thank you so much i'm so glad you like my work, hope this gets an 11/10 😉)

woods: roughly fucking you sideways, you just know there's a belly bulge! take a second to appreciate the size difference with woods here, the way you can feel him all the way in your cervix - filling you up whole 👌 just imagining dadsfriend!woods teasing your fat pussy like this...🤔 fucking you with your panties to the side upstairs at a bbq? pounding into you after you've been a very good girl all day we should all collectively agree, woods is a titty man 👍 reznov: reznov after a looong day of work, all tired and worn out so now he's just a lazy guy :( absolutely drowning in your pussy but also lost in your eyes getting this big guy to fill you up, breeding your perfect pussy just what you need after a bad week, your husbands long cock rutting in and out appreciation for his thick pink cock when?? imagining both of them fucking u roughly together excuse this is a bit short, couldn't find much that fit them ;(

[justanoasisimagines]

He walks in on you changing

Hey lovelies back with another headcanon. My requests are open and my request guidlines are pinned to the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

❀Frank didn't mean to walk in on you. His mind had been focused elsewhere when he'd walked in.

❀He doesn't realise until it's too late, he's looking at you and you're looking at him in shock.

❀Frank doesn't hide it as he's getting a good look at you, you realise the situation, turning your back to him attempting to convey your modesty.

❀Frank chuckles as he tells you it's nothing, he hasn't seen before. You roll your eyes at Frank's confidence. You tell him to leave.

❀Frank however, decides to push his luck. He's had a bad day, and it's finally turned around. Frank tells you he'll take his shirt off if that would make you feel better.

❀It gets a laugh from you. However, you tell him to get out. He leaves suggesting perhaps nextt time.

[cornerdreams-txt]

hi (offers u frank woods headcanons)

• pulls an odd sense of comfort from railroads or abandoned trains

• PHENOMENAL pickpocket and pretty thief. can sneak just about anything into his grasp, but since working with mason, he no longer feels as though it's necessary for his survival, and doesn't utilize it as freely

• ^ very very attentive when it comes to people's hands. it's kept him and his team ahead of the curve many times in fights, and makes him quick to catch hand signals used in the field

• fascinated by old forms of art, but doesn't love showing that interest, and tries to detach himself from it

• known to have highly protective tendencies when it comes to younger teammates, or teammates who he's known for a long time

• very annoyed he ended up liking hudson more, the more he was around while woods was working w mason

• likes climbing rocks and collecting cool looking ones (tries to steal one from particularly interesting mission sites when he can)

● can't stand it when he can't DO THINGS. it was very important to him that he got to retain at least SOME notable level of his personal independence after becoming wheelchair bound, even if it meant physical therapy, which he hates.

• almost cried the first time david called him a parental title/nickname 🫶

[rascal-xo]

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When they Smoke weed for the first time: 141

[spcewild]

Darling I'd wait for you

Frank Woods x (gender neutral) reader

ANGST!

Tw: death, mourning, battle/war, abuse of alcohol, depressing topics, etc.

《》

It was different when you died.

When you were killed.

Woods was used to death, but yours?

There wouldn't be a day in the world where he could be prepared for what happened to you.

You, him, and Mason. You three were out on a mission, it went badly - terrible.

You ended up getting ambushed and captured. Usually it wasn't a big deal when this kind of thing happened - you all would have made it out.

If only he didn't screw up.

He took his eyes off you for one second - a solider grabbed you from behind when you were busy with one in front of you.

The solider held the gun to your head, threatening Woods and Mason.

One wrong move and it would all go wrong.

They had to think quick.

You acted quickly though - given this wasn't the first time you were held hostage. Being in war does that to you.

You reached for your knife and stabbed the man behind you swiftly. It should've went well.

It should've been over after that.

Bastard shot one bullet before he dropped dead.

That one bullet.

Costed you your life.

It pierced through your stomach. Woods was quick to your side - Mason taking care of the rest of enemies surrounding you three.

They tried getting you out of there. Woods holding you up by your shoulder - helping you walk out of there.

You knew you weren't going to make it.

It was the end as you all knew it.

~

"Stay with me.. just a bit longer we're almost there, dammit.."

"I'm not going anywhere Frank"

"I'm always going to be with you"

~

Days, weeks, months, years.. it didn't matter, he still wasn't over it.

He drowned his feelings with bitter alcohol.

Coming home and passing out on the couch, waking up - then to the bar - then to your grave.

It was a loop.

Mason and everyone tried their best to knock him out of his depressive state. Tried getting him out to go somewhere - even if was to just go eat somewhere.

Nothing worked.

Eventually he got better. Not by much.

He never moved on to someone else.

He visited at least once a day. He'd bring flowers every time.

Sometimes Mason would even come with him.

He wished that it was him that day.

What he would give to just change how everything went that day.

You were right though.

You never left. You were always with him.

《》

Authors note:

I was listening to this song and thought of this concept :)

I hope you guys like this little angst.. I did a bit of a different writing style.

REQUESTS: OPEN

[efingcod]

I saw this sign and well Frank Woods

[anthrcpophagi]

Maren's Kill Count (currently)

Penny Wilson, 20s, a babysitter that wanted kids and adored Maren. Was eaten entirely one night while her mom was out, leaving nothing behind but her eardrum. Edgartown, PA

Luke Vanderwall, 8, a boy Maren befriended at a summer camp. He invited her to see his tent in the woods and she ate him Catskills, NY

Jamie Gash, 10, the son of her mom's boss at the time. He befriended Maren at a party her mom dragged her along to and, after showing her his favorite telescope in his bedroom, he tried to kiss her and she ate him. Badgserstown, MD

Dmitri Levertov, 11, a foreign exchange student that had the bad luck of getting paired with Maren at school. They were assigned to do a project together and Maren ate him at the park. New-fontaine, SC

Joe Sharkey, 12, a fellow classmate and neighbor who took a liking to Maren. He invited her on a picnic and she ate him before dumping his belongings into the swamp. Buckley, FL

Kevin Wheeler, 13, tba, Fairweather, NJ

Noble Collins, 14, a misfit that Maren befriended after moving to Maine. After falling to his death from an old lighthouse, Maren was afraid she'd be blamed for his death and ate him to cover it up. Holland, ME

Marcus Hoff, 15, tba, Barron Falls, MA

C.J. Mitchell, 16, Clover Hills, NY

Andy, an employee at a Walmart that Maren visited on her way to find her father. He caught her stealing and offered to buy her food in exchange for her 'company'. But when he tried to kiss her in his car, she panics and eats him. Pittston, IA

Travis, 30s, an orderly at Bridewell State Hospital, who was assigned to care for Maren's father. He took a liking to Frank Yearly and when Maren finally came to visit, he offered to give her a place to stay. After admitting that his reason for helping her included his desire to die at the hands of an eater, Maren left, disgusted. She never ate him, but later found his car abandoned by a bridge and assumed to have committed suicide. She takes responsibility for his apparent death.

Sully, Maren's estranged grandfather and Frank Yearly's adopted father. After Frank was found abandoned at a busstop as a child, likely due to his eater-nature, Sully took him in when he smelled what he was. After trying to attack Maren, she knocks him out and eats him.

Kerri-Ann, college student at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, who took a liking to Lee while he was travelling with Maren. After being rude to Maren and trying to convince him to ditch her, Lee eats her. Maren uses Kerri-Ann's student credentials and ID to get around campus.

Lee, a fellow eater Maren befriended and fell in love with on her journey to find her dad. One night, when the two of them were drunk, they have sex and Maren blacks out. In the morning, she's covered in blood and Lee is no where to be found, only his clothes and hat are left on the floor.

Jason, college student at UWM and who had a crush on Maren. After seeing her working in the campus library, he kept visiting her in an attempt to ask her out. One day, she lures him into a supply closet by flirting with him and then eats him.

[obsessedwrhys]

CALL OF DUTY (MOSTLY COLD WAR)

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Symbols

fluff = 🦋 , angst = 🪐 , smut = 🍒 , goofy = 🎧

Headcanons:

-None yet-

Stories:

Unforgettable (Frank Woods x F!Reader) / He takes you to Burger Town for the first time 🦋

Born Fighter (Frank Woods x F!Reader) / Your 12 y/o daughter gets in trouble for a fight and Woods is the one called to meet the principal 🦋

Series:

-None yet-

[faded-euphoria]

i want him.

Can we SRSLY talk about how attractive Frank woods is. Like seriously, there’s so few fics, edits, and posts about him now and it honestly makes me so sad cuz he’s deadass so fine and such a good character.

[groverapologist]

New Athens, a Percy Jackson HeadCanon:

Percy discussed with Annabeth how he wished New Rome was closer to Manhattan, or that Camp Halfblood had its own similar city so that he could be closer to his family and hometown. this sparked an idea for Annabeth.

after finishing her olympus project, she began to work on her pitch for New Athens, a safehaven for Greek and Roman demigods to grow old and live their lives in right next to Camp Halfblood. Though it was Percy who sparked the idea, the idea became so much larger and more significant than an offhand wish.

with the help of chiron and dionysus, annabeth gets her pitch approved, and work begins.

demigods of all godly parenthood have their chances to shine in the process;

Athena kids are mainly city planners, civil engineers, and architects.

Hephaestus kids are mechanics, constructors, and advisers for the civil engineers.

Demeter kids are mainly agricultural engineers, and alongside Persephone kids, also environmental engineers.

Hermes and Iris kids are transportation engineers, and Hermes kids also focus on hospitality of Roman demigods and hunters.

Apollo kids are healthcare executives and administrators, and together with Dionysus kids, they focus on entertainment.

Aphrodite kids focus on the sociological aspects of urban planning.

Ares kids focus on safety and protection.

There are much more jobs as well, some predominantly run by other demigods (Hypnos, Hecate, etc), and some run by a mixture.

While the jobs are predominantly separated by lineage, any demigod is allowed to work any job they desire.

Frank and Hazel also send in Roman volunteers to provide assistance in the development process. In their words, "You need as many hands as possible to build a city from scratch".

Leo worked considerably on this as this was his chance to be in a place where he felt he belonged. It also felt like a way to honour Jason's legacy as Jason lived in New Rome but chose Camp Halfblood. Leo wholeheartedly believes that had Jason been alive, he would want nothing more than for Camp Halfblood to be a liveable and lively place.

Leo builds a monument in Jason's memory. It is engraved with the words "Lover, Brother, Friend, Praetor, Hero. Symbol of Roman and Greek Unity. Lightning Boy." When it was first revealed, he and Piper sat there all day, holding each other.

while piper offers all the help she can, she never once seriously considers living in New Athens. while her demigod lineage is something so integral to who she is, she would rather live in the outside world. Leo and Annabeth understand.

clarisse works on a monument for all heroes lost in the battle of manhattan. even though it was her idea, it still hurts to see Silena's name engraved on the marble.

dionysus pretends to hate it, despite having played a huge role in convincing the gods (especially Zeus) that this was a great idea. he never takes credit for that. annabeth only ever finds out through chiron, months after they started work.

the project takes years to complete, but it makes annabeth's world. she considers it one of her greatest achievements, if not the greatest; she has helped her people and the future generations to come. this work cannot be forgotten. her love for demigods is written all over the city, and so many generations will see it.

percy opens a small candy shop the first moment he can. it mostly sells blue candy.

leo finally opens a garage, becoming the best mechanic of New Athens.

annabeth continues working on architecture, helping build any new buildings and working on any expansions.

grover and juniper build a family together there, their home near the woods. percy, annabeth, and grover stay close the entire time.

piper visits often. she and leo always visit Jason's monument when she does, and they leave flowers every time.

will and nico own an apartment. will's still a doctor. nico becomes a teacher. it's a surreal feeling to be able to help kids feel safe and happy, something he did not often get at their age. they've adopted two cats together.

when hazel and frank have the opportunity, they visit as well. they visit nico and will whenever they can, and percy and annabeth and leo and piper as much as possible too. despite being tied down to new rome, they still love New Athens.

reyna and thalia only visit with the hunters, but both go to jason's monument together. they don't have to talk to understand each other.

chiron is happy. in his thousands of years of working at camp, he had never had the ability to see his pupils live long lives. even if they'd lived to their 80s+, they never did so at camp. it's a new experience for him, and to all greek halfbloods who could now feel safe as they grew older in a place that accepted them with open arms.

[riddle-rosethorns]

I can't believe I missed the fact that your requests are open! I've failed you, Mr. President... ;_;

Request time: could I get some headcanons for what kinds of music the housewardens listen to?

The Housewardens' Music Taste

Summary: Having your own private dorm room at NRC means having the freedom to blast whatever you want through your speakers. But just what exactly are our dorm leaders listening to when nobody else is around?

Characters: All Housewardens Pairings: None CWs: Swearing, she/they pronouns for Idia.

A/N: I'm sorry this took *checks calendar* almost ten months for me to answer, I promise it hasn't been for lack of interest! Sometimes writing is hard and my brain is mean. Thank you for your patience! These takes are admittedly heavily biased by my own music taste and knowledge, so feel free to let me know if you think I missed any artists!

Riddle Rosehearts

You can't convince me his mom wasn't constantly playing classical music for him when he was growing up. I honestly think he still defaults to classical music, especially to improve his focus while reading or studying.

I also think Cater has definitely exposed him to a lot more modern music and, though he is undoubtedly very picky, there's even some of it he likes.

Artists that come to mind for Riddle include Vivaldi, Tchaikovsky, Red Velvet, and Mitski.

Leona Kingscholar

For the most part, I'd imagine Leona mostly listens to pretty chill music that's easy to nap to, like R&B or soft rock.

That's not to say he doesn't actively enjoy listening to music though. If he's in the mood to jam, I could see him turning on some hip-hop or even some angry punk music.

Artists that come to mind for Leona include Lil Nas X, Gorillaz, Gym Class Heroes, and The Weeknd.

Azul Ashengrotto

Lounge music feels like the easy answer here. Lots of smooth jazz and easy listening.

However, I also can't resist suggesting that Azul might have a secret fondness for electro-swing that he keeps secret due to the genre's reputation for being considered "cringe".

Artists that come to mind for Azul include Frank Sinatra, Kenny G, Michael Bublé, and Caravan Palace.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim strikes me as one of those guys that would say that he likes every genre of music, only he would actually mean every genre- rap and country included.

That being said, his preference definitely skews heavily in the direction of songs that he can dance to. Bonus points if the composition and instrumentation have a clear Scalding Sands influence.

Artists that come to mind for Kalim include Cascada, Saint Levant, Shakira, and Christina Aguilera.

Vil Schoenheit

For Vil, my brain immediately jumps to all the gayest, poppiest, cunt-serviest stuff I can think of. Imagine every song you and your friends might put on a playlist for pride with some sad girl music sprinkled in for flavor.

Being in Film Studies Club, I'd also imagine he spends a decent amount of time listening to and analyzing movie soundtracks, though whether this counts as part of his "music taste" is up for debate.

Artists that come to mind for Vil include Lady Gaga, Todrick Hall, Britney Spears, and MARINA.

Idia Shroud

This bitch's playlists are absolutely filled with Vocaloid songs, nightcore remixes, anime openings, and video game soundtracks. She is an absolute fucking nerd and I know her music taste reflects this. Let's not forget she is canonically an idol stan.

As for "normal" music, I think they probably listen to about what you'd expect- weird emo shit.

Artists that come to mind for Idia include My Chemical Romance, Utsu-P, Yasuharu Takanashi, and Will Wood.

Malleus Draconia

I genuinely don't even know where to start with Malleus. I feel like this guy listens to Gregorian chants and spooky Halloween sound effect compilations.

In all seriousness, I feel like Malleus would greatly enjoy pieces involving stringed instruments, seeing as he has a talent for playing them. The rest of his music taste probably stems from whatever Lilia and the others have exposed him to, and so is likely very strange.

Artists that come to mind for Malleus include The Correspondents, Burn the Ballroom, Scissor Sisters, and Lindsey Stirling.

[callmejod]

Yey! I love him so much but there is so little for him! Could you do a headcanon for him falling in love again (reciprocated) post potc please- if we pretend he didn't die. Pretty please.

Hohohohohohohoho this was also on my mind for a few weeks

Had to mill it over the last few days, sorry for not responding. I also wrote this for an entire day so I hope you like it.

Kinda oc reader, foreign!reader, James being down bad for the reader , reader being too good to be true

This got really long so bare with me

I don't know if I'm even able to write short fics

So the jist is :

If he didn't die and came back to Port Royal as Admiral Norrgington - he would be happy he got his career, his honor and his purpose back.

Living on the sea has changed him. He no longer could stand this uptight, fake world that Port Royal thrives in. The cravats, the paperwork, the wigs. Fuck, he couldn't breathe most of the time, always sweaty in the thousand-layer suits, head itching from both the powder and the weigt of his hats. Having to sit through those god awful formal dinners, balls that bring nothing but superficial gossip was nothing but pure torture. Don't get me wrong - he's grateful for being able to even attend them, but the honest, freeing way of pirate life has broken him out of the cage of chaperoned conversations with ladies and standoffish men making fools out of themselves. He remembers the joyous dancing, full of fluidity and life, now having to endure stiff, distant and "civilised" english dancing.

One day, while having a conversation with one of the Ports ministers he hears about a merchant who's come from afar. He knows of your stay at Jamaica. He had a few documents regarding your long stay brought to his office to sign. Your ship suffered damage in a run-in with pirates and had a lot of repairs to do. A gorgeous vessel. He wonders if the captain is as handsome as their ship. Hopes he gets to meet you before you leave. You only arrived four days ago, and already the talk of the ton. Impressive.

The men described you as lively, wild as a tropical storm. The ministers complained about your accent, your way of dressing, your carefreeness, anything they can put a pin in, they do. James feels quite uncomfortable listening to the convesation not being able to put in anything. He then sets his mind to finding out who you are - he has grown out of judging a person by word from another mouth.

That encounter came earlier than he expected. And to be frank - saved him from a horrible stack of particularily boring paperwork. Having you barge in full-force into his office steaming mad, followed by two petrified soldiers was not something on his agenda. He noticed the few things the ministers mentioned - clothes of unusual cut and style, quite tasteful if his opinion was concerned, hair and hairstyle so different from locals that there was no mistaking you. You were the eccentric foreigner. But fawning over your beauty was for another time - now he had an angry merchant going off about something he both didn't listen to for a while and frankly, couldn't really understand due to your speed of speech.

'S-sorry could you slow down a second. I'm afraid I'm loosing some of what you're saying."

'Sir they need to make an appoin-'

'It's fine gentlemen, this must be urgent if I am needed. Please, let us speak in private.'

After the guards step out, he offers you to sit and something to drink.

'I have no need for no courtesy Admiral. I need a problem fixed. You can skip this stupid charade.'

'Oh, then it is more serious than I've thought. What is the problem?'

'Those - those'

You wave your hand in the air to make him help you find a word.

'Minosters of yours'

'Ministers?'

'Yes! Those idiots. They won't let me handle my own ship the way it needs to be. It needs to be seen by - argh!'

Your frustration runs high. He smiles.

'There's no need to stress. You mean carpenters? Is there a problem with the wood of your ship?'

'Are those who work with wood?'

'Yes, so you need to hire carpenters and the dock officials won't let you? That is strange. You have registered your stay and gave us all the documents we need.'

'But they don't!!'

You grab his forearm and try dragging him out of the office. He slows you down and explains that he will talk to them, just let him take a few things. You scoff and cross your arms.

'You English and your weird rules. Wasting time and not helping.'

He couldn't agree with you more. He smiles and starts walking out. When you two make your way to the port, he has difficulty keeping his pace with you - passersby stare at you storming off to port with their Admiral desperately trying to keep up with you. You sometimes mumble curses in languages he does not ever try to understand, but you two make your way faster than he realised was possible.

There you stomp to an official, who not seeing James trailing behond you shouts:

'Ow piss of ya cunt! I won't let you disgrace our carpenters by working on a ship that carries your kind!'

James is stunned you don't rip his head off when he sees your fists clench by your sides. Anger nips at his mind, how dare he treat you like this?! When slows his pace and asks in a flat voice:

'What do you mean "their kind"? Is that how my officials treat esteemed, foreign guests? And how dare you use such language to a person that was only looking for your help.'

The man's face whites and he starts to stutter an apology, but James stops it and sends him to get carpenters. Admiral's orders. When the official slips away to fill his duty, James turns to you and starts profusely apologising for the incompetence of his subordinates.

He's horrified when you inform him, that this is not the first - ha!, only time of being mistreated because of your looks or manner of speech. Anger boils in him when he hears that not only you, but majority of your crew had to endure this for a while now, accomodation denied not by matter of the lack of, but prejudice. Before he even thinks, he immedeately offers you a place in his home - something that brings surprise to you both. He cannot stand the thought you had to sleep on your ship when there was far grater comforts available.

He flushes red and again apologises for being inappropraite, but gets cut off by your boisterous laughter. The sound hypnotises him, seeing you smile for the first time makes his heart bang on his ribs. You laugh so hard tears come to you eyes and a shortness of breath. He cares not that many are looking at you two or the impropriatey of the situation. Time freezes for him. There's only you and him.

'Oh admiral, you are funny. I cannot leave my men to sleep on the ship when I am given all comforts of life.'

James flushes again and meekly asks:

'Then would you accept a simple dinner as an apology for your mistreatement?'

He almost doubles over when you beam at him and accept. The way you look at him so amused - he would make the biggest fool out of himself just to keep that look in your eyes. You set a date for a few weeks later and James makes sure that your your crew is not being mistreated anymore than they already have. Of course, Gilette and Groves relentlessly teased him for his obvious affection towards you. They weren't surprised though, it was hard not to even tolerate you.

Over those few weeks he started to watch you closely. Both of you were invited for a few balls, and the conversations you two had were the most fulfilling he had in a long long time. Your knowledge of the sea, of literature, politics and history had impressed him and added a new dimention to your person - not only beautiful, but wise.

He saw you many times playing with children on the street, helping people in need, play-fighting with young boys, showing them your battle scars and sometimes even your handpistol or sword.

You brought an air of freshness to the stuffy, ever "proper" society of Port Royal. You smiled often, you were polite to those who deserved it, made an effort to not be a bother. Yet, you never hesitated to get you crew in line when they were causing a ruckus.

Your manner of speech was charming, that certain twang to english and he would be a liar if he denied finding your way of trying to remember words or coming up with new ones when you couldn't was not adorable. Talking with using your hands was also a thing he found endearing. He would deny it to his grave in front of you, die of embarrasment if you knew. He heard that you got into a heated conversation with your first officer, and while talking with using your hands smacked a passing lady in the face. Apologised a lot and brought her an apology gift in form of a few yards of stunning blue silk. The dress she had comissioned to be made of it was breathtaking. But nothing could ever compare to your beauty.

All this was just pulling him into your direction. And when the awaited evening came, James was so nervous about everithing being perfect. You were perfect so your expectations were not to be let down. But, you being you, as if feeling his nervousness arrived early and instead of courtsies and stiff welcomes hugged him like a family member long missed.

As the dinner went on, your conversation flowed over many topics, never ending, never boring. You moved to the sitting room, where to James' torture you sprawled yourself over a love seat and rested. He sat, watching you strech like cat, admiring you quietly. You made eye contact with him and asked :

'James, would you like me to court you?'

He choked on his spit. In a coughing attack, he flushed so red, you jumped to your feet and held his shoulder to try and help. After a while of hacking and a visit from a concerned maid, he stopped and looked at you, not knowing what to say. He saw the unceirtainty in your eyes, even hurt.

'Do you not wish me to court you, James?'

His eyes widened. After years of endlessly chasing Elizabeth's affection, you being so open about it shocked him. He knew he harboured feelings for you but never imagined that feeling would be reciprocated. He took your hands and squeezed them.

'I was just cuaght off guard, dear don't worry. It's standard for men here to ask someone to court.'

'So I'm supposed to wait forever? You have been open with your feelings, but I am an impatient person James. I do not make games.'

'Play games?'

'Is that how you say it?"

James chuckled an held a hand to your face. That prompted you to surge forward and kiss him. For a second, he froze in surprise but leaned into you, sighing into the kiss. You threw your arms over his shoulders and he moaned.

That made you break apart from him and look into the sea green of his eyes. Your warm breath fanned his face, heating it impossibly more. You seemed lost in them and made him nervous that he did something wrong. Seeing his concern, you locked your lips again in a gentle kiss. God, he never wanted it to end. He smiled into the kiss, making you giggle. You two broke apart and looked at each other.

James then spoke :

'I would very much like you to court me, if you let me do the same.'

'Finally making some sense, James.'

[rascal-xo]

Special Affairs Pt. 2 | 141 x Frank Woods x Reader |

Chapter Summary: In light of working with the 141 again, you begin to get your affairs in order.

Warnings: Minor SMUT, language, smoking, no mention of readers pronouns

Word Count: 1.3K

Tags: @ladyelissarose @lonely-ofc @whore4dilfs

A/N: I really hope you guys enjoyed Pt.1! I’m excited to see where this very mini series goes 🩷

|NOT CANONICALLY ACCURATE| |OVERLAPPING OF TIMELINES|

3 Years Earlier...

You were almost never home nowadays due to always being away on an assignment, so when you walked through the door of your small Langley apartment it almost seemed foreign.

You didn’t waste any time getting into the shower. The water fell like rain against your sore muscles and you sighed in relief, letting the stress of the past few months wash away.

You closed your eyes and let yourself enjoy the sensation for a few moments before turning off the water and wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel. You slipped on a pair of boxer shorts and a t shirt not bothering to dry your hair and lit a cigarette, before walking into the kitchen to crack open the window.

The mail had piled up in the months you were away and you were unbothered to check it.

As you leaned against the kitchen counter, exhaling a plume of smoke through the open window, the sound of a knock at the door disrupted the quiet solitude. Your first instinct was to ignore it, assuming it was probably the landlord coming to nag you about your absence.

Taking a final drag from your cigarette, you stubbed it out in the ashtray and made your way towards the door. As you opened it, your eyes slightly widened, and the half-formed greeting on your lips faded away. “I thought we weren’t doing this anymore, Woods.”

“I changed my mind.” Frank pushed on the door slightly and let himself in.

You met Frank the same day you met the rest of Adler’s team, when you were recruited. Frank showed you the ropes when Adler was elsewhere and over time you had developed a bond with the Sergeant.

He was older, and far more seasoned of a soldier than you with his years of experience. A few months prior you and Frank hooked up after a mission and since it was on and off between the two of you.

“Fuck, Frank. I just got back.” You sighed, now regretting putting out the cigarette. With Frank came a lot of baggage and emotions that always seemed to work against the two of you.

Regardless of the outcome that came everytime you and the sergeant, you found yourself gravitating towards him anyways. His crystalline blue eyes looking down at you and his hair a mess from the winds blowing outside.

“What, you want me to leave?” He raised an eyebrow, taking your silence as a no. He shrugged off his signature blue flannel jacket and tossed it onto a nearby counter stool.

“I cant fucking stand you sometimes.” You said, looking back up at him to meet his piercing eyes.

“I know.” He muttered, pulling your body into his suddenly as your lips met half way in a familiar kiss.

The heat between the two of you was instant, fueled by a mix of frustration, desire, and a shared history. You melted into the kiss, your arms instinctively wrapping around his broad shoulders as his hands found their way to the small of your back, pulling you closer.

In one swift and fluid movement, Frank scooped you up effortlessly, his arms supporting your weight against the wall. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, drawing you even closer to him, eliminating any space between your bodies.

You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the way his muscles rippled under his skin. It was a physical reminder of the danger and excitement that came with being with him, a thrill that was impossible to resist.

By the time you two had made it to your bedroom you had lost track of where your body ended and his began. You laid in his arms after what seemed like hours, tangled in the soft sheets as he smoked from the cigarette between his fingers.

Your fingers traced gentle patterns on his bare chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. You turned your head to look at him, his face was serious, as the wheels turned in his head.

He took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke before meeting your gaze. You took it from his fingers and stretched your neck up to leave a lingering peck on his lips.

“You cant keep coming back.” You mumble against his lips, not meaning a single word.

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3 Years Later

The tension between you and the captain seemed to thicken, the air charged with unspoken words.

You both knew that you working with the 141 again was a possibility, but the question of whether or not Shepard would come after you lingered in the air. “You’d go after Shepard?” Price raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve done worse for less. Besides he doesn’t like us CIA folks anyway.” You rolled the glass in your hands again, watching the liquid swirl.

“There’s a place for you here if you want it, but I know it’s soon. You should think about it, Y/N.” He spoke, leaning an elbow on the bar.

You felt the scotch begin to get to your head, the feeling of tipsiness starting to edge you on.

The scotch's warmth spread through your veins, making you feel a little bolder, a little more open to taking risks. Price's words echoed in your mind, his offer hanging in the air.

You turned to face him a little closer, a mischievous glimmer in your eyes. "You know, Captain, I've always been one to embrace the unexpected. And the thought of going after Shepard? Well, it's certainly intriguing."

Price raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. "Careful, darling. You might find yourself tangled in more than you bargained for."

A smirk played on your own lips. "I'm well aware, Captain. But sometimes the thrill lies in the danger itself."

“Is that so?”

As the night grew darker and the bar's atmosphere became increasingly crowded, you and Captain Price found yourselves yearning for a moment of solitude. The noise and distractions seemed to fade away as you both made your way out of the bustling establishment.

Stepping into the cool night air, you found yourselves in a dimly lit alleyway, the sounds of the city muffled in the distance. The tension that had been simmering between you all evening now crackled in the air, almost palpable.

Price turned to face you, his eyes meeting yours, and a subtle shift occurred between you. The unspoken attraction and connection that had been building now demanded acknowledgment. It was as if the weight of the world had momentarily lifted, leaving only the two of you in that narrow alley.

Without hesitation, Price reached out and gently cupped your face, his touch sending a thrill through your body. In that vulnerable moment, the boundaries that had separated you as captain and agent, blurred and gave way to something more.

But as quickly as the kiss had ignited, it ended, leaving you both breathless and craving more. Price pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours, a mixture of emotions flickering within them.

You’re stay in London had began to look longer than you had expected…

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What do y’all think?? Should I keep going and do a Pt.3? Lmk🩷🩷

gifs - @collinnmckinley

[spcewild]

Let me know what you guy wanna see me write next <3

I'll see which character you all wanna see me write and I'll make a follow up post to help me decide what kind of writing you guys want it to be (angst, fluff, etc.) :^)

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REQUESTS: OPEN

[efingart]

Hey E! idkifishouldaskhereorinyourcodaccount BUT I’ll ask anyway. I’ve noticed you post a lot about Frank Woods, what made Woods be THE favorite character for you?

Hey no worries, I'm not exactly the most organized so it doesn't make a difference to me!

Oh my god where do I start? I'm going to try so hard to hold back because I will just tell you everything I like about him and this will take me even longer to write 😅

Frank falls into the unwanted child trope a bit. Not confirmed by Activision, but close enough and it is a trope that I find myself drawn to. The idea that he was a runaway, his home life must have been bad enough that the streets were better. Born right at the start of the Great Depression so his early life was never going to be easy. But he must have been resourceful and smart enough to survive. Another quality I like in my faves. It's interesting to think about that piece of his history that we will probably never get in any detail in canon. But that's ok, I'm happy to fill in the gaps with my own headcanons and fics.

Frank was then able to pick himself off the streets and enlist (his options were so limited, but he must have made the best choice for himself at the time.) Become such a standout that he was recruited into the CIA. And there, despite being a "self-reliant loner" he developed close friendships with Mason and Bowman. (as an aside, it is always funny when people hc he's an extrovert when he's very much not)

It's clear he cares for them deeply, even at the expense of his own well being as seen in 'Payback.' I do think he was still reeling from Bowman's death and that's why he acted with such reckless disregard for his own life. (But that's headcanon)

The way he reacts when anyone else is hurt or in danger, it's always them first him second, even in the middle of a firefight (redirecting Mason's attention to the pilot in 'Victor Charlie,' the kid on the PBR in 'Crash Site', the nurse during 'Suffer With Me' in BO2, multiple examples).

Then the way he treats Bell. I think he's the first person to deliver Bell a genuine compliment in the game (if you're a good shot). He knows his people and if I could ever get the damn sound bite again of him saying to Bell that he'd bet they'd like five minutes with the supercomputer to work again I'd link it here. How does he know Bell is such a nerd if he doesn't give a damn about his team?

He and Mason are the only ones who actually treat Bell as a member of the team. And that endeared me to him before I even knew about the plot twist.

And of course, the pain of Black Ops 2. He's just fucking dragged through the ringer isn't he? Everything, the shipping container, watching his entire team die, his tragic mistakes and how he reflects them as an old man. I really love that we get to see him as an old man. See him removed from his experiences in the 80s section of BO2. It's so interesting.

I mean even while he's still managing fresh life-changing injuries he still rallies for a kid who needs him. And he must have done a good job raising David because the kid turned out just fine in the end.

I probably could think of a half dozen more specific examples, his outrage at Project Greenlight for one: "Thousands dying in a flash and you're talking about fucking infrastructure."

Or how he has David's childhood drawings hung up in his room at the Vault.

I'm sure I'll have a dozen more after Black Ops 6 comes out if they deliver on the promised emotional journey storyline for Frank. (God, I'm so unbelievably happy he's in BO6.)

TL;DR

Frank is a complicated person. He has had it rough but doesn't wallow in self-pity. He's a smart and capable leader. He's imperfect. He knows how and when to keep things light. He takes care of his people. He rallies when he's most needed even if it's at his own expense. On the shallow end of things? He's hot, he's got great fashion sense.

Sorry, it took me a bit to get this all out. I think again I was trying to balance the urge to just dump every thought and feeling I have vs trying to be a bit more thoughtful about it. Also just cross-referencing things from the games to make sure I remembered them correctly. I'm sure there's a lot I left out. I'm planning on playing through 1, CW, & 2 again before BO6 comes out so I'm sure I'll have more thoughts to share. 😅

I genuinely appreciate you asking me about this, I love talking about Frank. Thank you so so much.

[shiorimakibawrites]

Congratulations on your 300 followers Shiori!!! ❤️🎉🎉 You definitely deserve all the love!!

For my request I'd like to do an Inside the Mind and request a headcanon for camping with Frank. I just imagine the man loves camping and I'd love to hear what you think camping with him would be like!

Thank you Bella!

Here are your HCs about Frank and camping

Frank loves camping.

Out in nature, he can relax some of that hypervigilance. More so in less popular camping locations but even in those, there are far less people for him to threat-assess and keep track of.

The dangers of the wilderness (weather, wild animals, etc) just doesn’t tickle his paranoia the same way that people do. Maybe because there isn’t any real malice? The bear is just hungry. That sudden heavy downpour wasn’t personal (unless Thor or Storm was nearby).

That being said, Frank is fully aware that nature doesn’t have to be malicious to kill you.

Now if it was just his own neck he was risking, he might have got somewhere with few supplies and relying entirely on his Marine Corp survival training.

But since it was you (and your kids if you have any), he’s a lot more cautious. There is a lot more planning - no spur of the moment camping trips when he has to worry about someone else’s safety during it.

There is a list of necessary supplies. And his truck isn’t moving until that list has been checked, then rechecked.

The emergency kit is something else. Frank tried to balance his paranoia (which wanted everything for every possible scenario) and the knowledge he could only haul so much stuff in the woods without it becoming more of hindrance than a help.

Some of the things like compasses, water-purification tablets, extra fire-making supplies are duplicated so everyone is carrying some in case they get separated from the group. Or something else happens and you lose some of your other supplies. Basically making sure not all the eggs are in one basket.

Frank is careful to make sure that food is properly stored and disposed of. Particularly if you are camping in bear country.

Frank doesn’t think he can fight a bear and win. But he does think he could do damage. “I’ve fought Red. Bears can’t be that much of a pain in the ass.”

The decision between sleeping in a tent or renting a cabin depends on a lot of factors. When and where you are going. Health concerns of the people he’s camping with.

Frank can set up and break down a tent impressively fast. Though he has much trouble convincing the tent to pack small enough to be returned to its case as anyone. He has given up on sleeping bags.

Frank likes to camp somewhere with a lake. Because he enjoys fishing. It taps into the same calm headspace he uses for snipping but more peaceful? His version of mediation is sitting on his chair or a log, his finger resting on the cast-out line, watching the lake. The reflections of the water, the ducks doing their thing, the birds in the trees, even the squirrels barking at him from the branches. He finds it soothing.

Frank also likes a good hike, taking in the views and seeing what wildlife he can spot.

He might have confidence about his ability to handle a bear but is less certain of a moose. They are a lot bigger than he was expecting.