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sparklight1242 · 5 months
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Wedding's eve
*forget-me-not is the state flower of Alaska.
(Thanks for the ideas from @headlessstar & @onionaria)
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efingspicy · 8 months
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A little sneak peek of paintings I did of the sogdads for the ahem SPICY edition of the @codfanzine
It was so much fun to work on and I really love how these turned out.
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efingart · 1 year
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How it started
How's it going
Out of context Mason and Woods
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reznovcore · 1 year
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itty bitty frank and alex 👍
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onionaria · 2 years
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efingcod · 1 year
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leoronyx · 1 year
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Sogdads!!
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Brainstorming a couple of ideas for that mini fic I plan to slide out for Woods’ birthday this month 👀 but I’m curious and dropping this
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frankwoods-corner · 2 years
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Merry Little Christmas
Frank Woods/Alex Mason
Frank and Alex relax the night of Christmas Eve.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/35923747
Night had fallen on Christmas eve at the Mason residence. Frank and Alex spent the day with David playing in the snow, making Christmas cookies, and letting the spirit take hold of them. It was nice having a little bit of normalcy. David was only seven and deserved to live with a sense of stability, even though the military made it difficult. Frank and Alex tried their very best to make sure he felt loved.
As it got later, David grew tired and passed out into a peaceful slumber shortly after crawling into bed. The night was feeling somewhat magical to Frank and Alex so they decided to take some time to relax and appreciate the moment. Alex had a love for the outdoors, and the house had a nice fire pit in the yard, so they ended up spending the rest of the night outside around a warm fire.
Frank and Alex sat around the large crackling campfire they had made. They put their chairs next to each other and parked their truck a few yards away. Alex put blankets in the bed of the truck in case they wanted to lay down and look at the stars. He felt it was good to be a bit romantic every once in a while. They also turned on the truck radio for some soft music as they sat there. They loved watching the flames dance, taking time to relax and soak everything in. There was truly nothing like the peace and solace that could be found outdoors.
They had a few beers that were sitting in the snow to be chilled. There was no need for a cooler when nature could easily serve as one. They would have been better off sipping on a hot beverage given the temperature was below freezing, but they were properly dressed, and it was fun to be outside at night.
The sky was a deep black with a bright moon, filling the area with a glowing luminescence. There were stars that stretched the night sky for as far as one could see. Alex enjoyed pointing out constellations to Frank.
Alex looked at Frank's face, which had a warm glow due to the light of the fire. He saw the movement of the flames in Frank’s eyes as they sat there in contentment. He loved Frank in a way that he didn't know love could even exist. There was just something more to it. Alex never truly believed in soulmates until Frank came into his life. Over time, Alex didn't care where life took him as long as they were in it together. He always tried to make mention of how lucky he felt to have Frank.
After a little while, Alex reached out to hold hands. He leaned over and rested his head against Frank’s shoulder, letting out a deep breath. When the two of them touched, Alex would swear that every ounce of stress left his body.
As a song playing from a truck radio ended, the radio host came through the speaker, “Well, folks, it's finally midnight, meaning Christmas is officially upon us. Enjoy this classic holiday hit.”
The song began to play as Frank and Alex sat around the fire.
“Have yourself a merry little Christmas”
Alex stood up and looked at Frank with his hand held out, inviting Frank to a kind of slow dance. Frank lovingly accepted the offer, standing up and wrapping his arms around Alex.
“Let your heart be light”
Frank and Alex swayed to the rhythm of the song, letting themselves feel the music. It was moments like these that made life worth living. Everything just seemed so perfect. They had each other and that was all that mattered.
Alex rested his head in the crook of Frank’s neck as they embraced.
“From now on your troubles will be out of sight”
Alex looked into Frank’s glistening eyes and smiled. Sometimes it was all too much for Alex. Dealing with the remnants of MKUltra, raising David, and trying not to break down felt like a heavy burden to carry. He had to stay strong no matter what. When he was with Frank, it was as if he knew that he wasn't doing it alone. It was so hard to open up about Vorkuta, especially with the thought that people might not trust him anymore. Alex felt a wave of nausea the day he told Frank about the specifics of what went on in the prison. After the memories became all too real, Frank gave him a big bear hug and simply stood there. Alex felt like he didn't have to say anything more. Frank seemed to have a deep sense of understanding, making him feel less isolated.
Frank took a deep breath, letting his lungs expunge any tension that filled his body. He held on to Alex a little tighter, “What the hell would I do without you, Al.”
Alex gave a smile as he laughed, “I was thinking the same thing.”
“I love you, more than I could ever possibly be able to show,” Frank said looking off into the distance at the dark, snow-covered trees. Letting the feeling of his beating heart ground him.
“I love you too. After all of the shit that’s gone down, I'm glad I'm with you at the end of the day. I hope you know that you’re the most caring and compassionate person I have ever met, Frank,” Alex said softly, making sure Frank knew how important he was to him.
The song went on as they continued to sway together. The moon seemed to act like a spotlight, illuminating the couple as they let go of the world around them. The night was cold, but the heat of the fire along with the warmth they shared with each other made the temperature unnoticeable. When they woke up, it would be Christmas morning. They would watch David open up his presents, sipping coffee and smiling as David’s face glows with excitement. Frank and Alex didn't feel a need to get each other anything, but that didn't stop them from giving little things that reminded them of each other.
“So have yourself a merry little Christmas now”
As the song drew to a close, Frank laid his lips on Alex’s, giving him a gentle kiss. Frank smiled as Alex gave him soft kisses on his forehead and cheeks. Everything felt complete when they were with each other. They turned off the radio, put out the fire, and decided to retire for the night.
Alex and Frank quietly made their way to the bedroom, checking to make sure they didn't wake up David on the way. The pair climbed in bed, letting a wave of exhaustion roll over them. Both of them knew that David would be waking them up at the crack of dawn, so it was best to get as much rest as they could. Alex rested his head on Frank’s chest. It was nice hearing his partner's heartbeat as he drifted off to sleep. Frank made sure to give Alex one more kiss on the top of the head before letting his heavy eyes fall shut.
“Merry Christmas, Frank,” Alex mumbled as he drifted off to sleep
“Merry Christmas, Al,” Frank returned, letting a soft smile spread across his face.
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sparklight1242 · 6 months
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sons and fathers (??
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efingspicy · 1 year
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A hint at what’s underneath below very slightly uhhh not... safe...
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If you want to see the whole pic you know what to do
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efingart · 2 years
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woodsbell 👀 "i mean this in the most friendly way possible, you are easily the most attractive person i know."
Haha, all right Nano you got me-
This is actually a combination of three ideas, 1) the above prompt from this list 2) an idea from @sogdads and 3) a very sexy picture of someone wearing sparkly high heels
This fic has sexual themes, but nothing explicit:
Go All Night - Part One
Frank Woods x Bell
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“Oh fuck,” Bell sat on the edge of the hotel bed in her underwear. She stared at the strange lacy thing Park left for her. Running her hands over the material, she lifted one of the four thin straps and inspected it.
“What the hell is this?”
Included with this was a fabric band that, best she could discern, would go around her thigh, and an attached sleeve meant to hold a small handgun.
But the rest of this was a mystery.
“Maybe I can just,” Bell stood up, slipped the band over her leg, and pulled it into position on her thigh.
“Ha! There!” She said, placing her hands on her hips in triumph. She didn’t need the fancy torture device after all. Tossing the whatever-it-was aside, she looked through the other items Park left out for her.
Earpiece, of course. Gun, of course. Some sort of hair thing that she would figure out, makeup, the dress hanging on a hook, two pairs of stockings (one for backup), and a box likely containing her shoes.
Grabbing the makeup and hair thing, she went to the vanity and began to work. The makeup was simple, foundation, red lipstick, mascara. And the hair thing turned out to be a clip so she easily fixed her hair up in a half-up half-down style with a bit of volume at the top.
“Ok, you got this,” She said to her reflection. It was way more makeup than she was used to, but she thought she did a good job. And she hoped the feeling of the makeup on her face would either go away or she’d get used to it as the night progressed.
“You’ve infiltrated and escaped from way more dangerous places than a mansion ballroom. This isn’t a big deal. You just need to make your way across a dance floor, break into a room, let Mason and Woods in, and you’re done. You’re done. No one is even going to notice you.”
Bell tipped open the shoebox and gasped in surprise. Reaching into the box, she removed one of the shoes. She had expected something understated and black, but these were covered in silver glitter.
Surely they were the wrong shoes.
Someone had mixed up the boxes.
She sat back down on the bed, holding the shoe carefully in her hand as she looked it over.
Definitely a mistake. She would have to call Park and maybe they could find the right shoes in time.
But she didn’t make a move towards the phone. Instead, she placed one shoe on the floor and plucking its twin from the box, she set that down next to it.
Bell had never been a person who was particularly interested in shoes. She spent most of her time in boots and while she kept them clean and in good shape, she chose them first and foremost for their practicality.
In fact, overall, she preferred more practical attire and avoided dressing up if she could help it. Up until she started working with Adler again most of her work was done behind the scenes. Decryptions, encryptions, and translations consumed her daily life with the occasional fieldwork here and there as necessary. Jeans, boots, and leather jackets were more her speed. Also much easier to run in.
Did she even own a pair of heels, herself? She couldn’t remember.
She for sure didn't own anything quite this pretty.
She slipped her feet into each shoe. And then she stood. Park had given her some tips on wearing heels, but she still felt very awkward. Bell walked to the mirror to take a look. Standing in her underwear, she was able to observe how the heels improved the definition of her leg muscles and lifted her butt.
Right, this is why people wear these.
Fashion.
She laughed to herself.
“Ugh I feel so stupid,” Bell said to her reflection, “I’m not this person.”
Then Bell reached out for the dress.
“Time to complete the clown costume,” She muttered to herself as she took the dress off the hanger. It had a high back, necessary to hide her scars, but a sharply plunging neckline, tailored in such a way that it covered her healing chest wound.
Bell unzipped the tiny side zipper and was about to slip into the dress when the garter band around her leg fell to the floor.
“Shit,” She slipped it off her foot. If it wouldn’t stay up on its own it definitely wasn’t staying up with a gun in it. And there was nowhere else to hide it in that dress.
Enough of this nonsense.
With a twinge of regret, she removed the shoes, and put them back in the box, ready to trade them for a simple black pair. Or maybe she could even convince Park and Adler that she needed to do this mission with Mason and Woods. Trade the black dress for a black turtleneck.
She dialed Park’s room.
The phone rang and rang.
“Damnit,” She exclaimed hanging up.
Would she have to go into this without a gun?
That’s when she heard a knock from the adjoining room.
“Hey,” Woods’ voice traveled through the door, “Bell, you ready?”
“Ummm, I am-” Bell crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m having some trouble.”
She heard an exasperated sigh on the other side of the door.
“Woods, is Park still around?”
“No, she left already. Remember we were staggering arrival times,” He paused, “You and I needed to be out of here 5 minutes ago.”
“I know, I know, I just-” Bell looked back at the items strewn on the bed.
“What do you need?”
“Hang on,” Bell pulled on the white button-up she had been wearing earlier and opened the door.
“You’re not even dressed yet?!”
And now she was pissing Woods off.
“I don’t know how to-” Bell sighed and picked up the stupid lacy thing holding it up to him.
To her surprise, a smile broke over Woods’ face.
“What?” Bell could feel her frustration growing, “Come on, Woods! I don’t do this girly stuff!”
Woods shook his head, “I can help you if you want.”
“Can you?” She looked at him doubtfully.
“Look,” he said, taking the garter belt and kneeling in front of her, “You take enough of these off- you kind of know how they work.”
“You take a lot of these off?” Bell bit her lip.
She’d be lying to herself if she said she didn’t like this position they were in.
Woods looked up at her and winked.
He lifted her shirt enough to wrap the belt around her waist, his hand brushing against her stomach. She flinched and could have sworn she saw the corner of his mouth go up. Then he carefully pulled it into place and gently straightened the straps over her thighs. His knuckles ran over her bare skin sending a small thrill through her.
“Ok, sit on the bed,” Woods said, and she complied. As she sat he dragged a chair over and began unraveling the stockings.
“Foot, please,” He patted his leg expectantly, and she placed her foot on it. Bell watched as he gathered the stocking together and slipped it over her foot and up to her ankle.
“Think you can manage from here?” His eyes met hers. There was humor there. He was teasing her.
Bell nodded, though she would have liked to have an excuse to feel his hands on her bare skin again. Traveling up her thighs. Maybe further. Fuck this mission-
Bell shook the thought from her head and she grabbed the top of the stocking. As she pulled it up, one perfectly manicured nail went straight through the nylon.
She groaned.
Woods laughed, “Wow, you really aren’t used to this, are you?” He reached for the second pair, “There's an art to it. Can’t tell you how many replacements of these I’ve had to buy-”
“You can’t tell me?” She said in a deadpan.
Internally her stomach was twisting in knots.
He laughed again though she thought she could detect some awkwardness. Maybe he felt like he had revealed too much.
“You just have to be careful. Go slow,” Woods took out a fresh stocking and once again gathered it together. He slipped it over her foot, then he pulled it up her thigh. Her leg twitched involuntarily when he reached for the strap on her garter belt and lined it up with the top of the stocking. Then he did the same to the back. And finally, he helped her with the second stocking. They sat there for a moment, Bell’s feet on Woods’ lap, Woods’ hands still resting on her thigh.
She was surprised how comfortable she felt with him. Even if her stomach was doing backflips every time she saw him.
She entertained the idea of sliding down from the bed and into his lap. Straddling him on that chair. As that thought crossed her mind their eyes met again.
Yeah, as if he’d be interested. He clearly had his pick of women.
Probably why he mentioned it, twice. Didn’t want her to get any ideas.
So she dismissed the thought from her mind.
“I guess I should-” She dropped her feet to the carpet.
“Uh, yeah,” Woods seemed to shake himself out of his own thoughts, “You got the, uh, band right?”
He scratched the back of his head and looked away from her.
“Yep. Oh, what should I do about these?” She pointed at the heels.
“Those go on your feet, Cinderella.”
“I know, but they’re so shiny.”
Woods shrugged, “You’re just going to have to wear ‘em, I guess. Come on we don’t have a lot of time before I turn back into a pumpkin.”
Bell laughed at this. Woods winked at her before stepping out of the room.
She took off the button-down and picked up the dress again, stepping into it. Bell reached for the zipper but it wouldn’t budge.
She groaned.
“What is it, now?” Woods poked his head in through the door.
“Zipper’s stuck.”
“What would you do without me?”
“Go to this thing naked I guess.”
He chuckled and zipped her up.
“Might blow your cover.”
Bell looked at herself in the mirror. She traced the neckline of the dress with a finger.
Why couldn’t she shake this discomfort she felt while wearing these clothes? What the hell was the matter with her?
It’s not like she was shy.
“Something wrong?”
“I just- I feel like I look ridiculous.”
Woods studied her face.
“You’re kidding right?”
“This isn’t me and people are going to know right away,” She balled her fists, “I know it shouldn’t matter and I need to shake it off for the mission- and I will. I just feel like a child playing dress-up. I’m going to stand out like a sore thumb.”
“Oh, you might stand out, but not for the reason you think,” He leaned against the wall observing her for a moment then he checked his watch, “Hey, we gotta go.”
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With Woods playing the part of her driver they made their way to the party. She would enter as a guest and he would park the car and slip onto the grounds. There he would meet up with Mason who should have overridden the cameras with Park’s assistance. It was Bell’s job to find the panic room and get Mason and Woods inside. As well as subdue any guards who might get in their way. Routine stuff.
Woods pulled up in the large driveway and Bell watched in awe at the arrivals. Beautiful people made their way gracefully up the stairs. They were dressed to the nines and they all seemed so comfortable. Like they were born to play these roles.
Panic hit her again. She wished she didn’t have to do this alone. It would be a lot easier to blend in with someone else.
Woods reached over and nudged her arm.
“Hey, you gonna go?”
Bell placed her hand on the door handle but didn’t move.
“I just-”
“Hey, Bell, look at me.”
She turned her head.
“I’ve seen you do way more dangerous stuff than this without batting an eye, are you sure you’re ok?”
Bell didn’t say anything.
“Look I think I get it. Whenever they try to put me in one of those penguin getups I feel so out of place. I hate it. Why do you think I do all the dirty work?” Woods grinned at her, “Look, and I mean this in the most friendly way possible- you are easily the most attractive person I know. And you’re going to knock them dead in there."
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onionaria · 2 years
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efingart · 2 years
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Happy Birthday Frank Woods
thanks for the suggestion @sogdads!!
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