•Woods is all for you coddlingg him. He loves that you just want to sit on his lap and just kiss him all over and to actually make him feel human for once and to be able to feel in the current moment and let things go that were once bothering him
•On particularly bad days he just lets you do whatever you want to him which usually ends up napping together with frank laying on top of you in bed, blankets wrapped around one another snuggled tightly
•At times he lets you trim his hair and beard. He'll stand in between your legs, which are wrapped around him as you sit on the counter just messing around and talking about anything that comes into his mind
•Will never admit but gets fuzzy every time you tell him you love him. His job is difficult as it is and it's nice to come to somebody says it's okay and to just be wrapped in their arms
•Once he knows you're on his lap, there's no point in leaving. He'll have his arms securely around your waist and rest his head against yours. He'll let you stay there for hours with your fingers gently touching the back of his head while watching a movie
•Has passed out so many times from you doing that and complains of neck pain which makes you massage him and for the cycle to continue
•The man loves his beard scratched. It just instantly relaxes him and puts him in sleepy state
•Woods was very surprised when you had him all curled up to you and had called him by his first name. It felt so full of love and sincere to him and is just vv happy
•Sighs so much when you scratch his head. It just feels so good and smiles when you kiss his cheek while doing so
•When you just randomly hold his hand and place a kiss on his knuckles woods can't help but chuckle at the small gesture
(acts tough like a bear but is so gentle. Can't change my mind )
This was an old imagine I wrote a while ago and thought I would work on it a bit and see what you guys thought💕 It may seem a bit ooc since it’s not franks typical happy personality. Angst perhaps? Originally wanted this to be about frank doubting himself and just being frustrated.
A light breeze filled the room as you pulled the covers closer to you, hoping that the heavy quilt would warm you up. It wasn't dreadfully cold, but it was nice enough for a sweatshirt to wear. But something felt off, something or more like someone. You opened your eyes and turned your head expecting frank to be there but wasn't. He was there when you both decided to head to head to bed, but you guess he wasn't that tired.
You threw the covers off and went to grab his sweatshirt that was hanging on the other side of the bed frame before leaving your shared room to look for him. A scent lingered through the house as the windows were open. Following the scent it brought you to the kitchen window where it faced your backyard and saw woods sitting on a quilt by the fire he made. His knees where close to his chest as the fire illuminated his face and from where you were standing, it looked as if there were tears. But he rarely ever cried. And it never was in front of you. He only ever cried if it was something that truly bothered him. Music was softly playing as it seemed like it was all taking place in a movie as he sat there quietly.
You got the kettle and heated up the water as you picked out his favorite tea and all the things he liked in it before deciding to head outside at 3 in the morning just to comfort him. The things you would do for this man, but did it bother you? Of course not. He heard your light footsteps and saw that you were carrying something in your hand. Making your way over you sat next to him and placed the warm mug between his hands to warm them up as they were surprisingly cold.
With a glance to make sure he was okay, his face was indeed tear stained as he continued to stare at the fire, burning away the recent log he threw in.
Without even thinking you wrapped your arms around him and pecked his cheek. With your left hand you moved his head to look at you before kissing him once again. "What's wrong Frank." You whispered as you gently rubbed his cheek with your thumb.
You didn't expect an answer from him, but was surprised as he said what he felt. He only ever did this if he felt like he was truly doubting himself and his role of being yours. He said such horrible things like how he was a "monster" and that he didn't deserve you or your love. He killed people but that was his job. To not only protect you, but to protect the people. Of course when you both talked about this, you knew the risks that were involved and still said you wanted to be with him. He feared of tainting you
"They're not yours to bare. The last thing I want to do is for you to be up every night taking care of me like I can't do it myself."
"You know I'll always be there to help you."
He stayed silent knowing that you would always be there for him no matter what. He was damn proud of you but just couldn't grasp of the idea why you stayed with him. He didn't argue with you and finished his drink, placing the mug next to him.
Getting up you reached your hand out. He took it thinking you were gonna lead him to bed to sleep it over, but instead intertwined your hand with his and your other resting on his chest and began to dance with him. He leaned his head on yours and swayed along to the beat of the song. His hand rested on your hip as he gently squeezed it just to make you smile knowing that it was your ticklish spot.
At times it seemed as if life was too much, but you were the one that seemed to ground him when all hell broke loose. He loved your soft touches and how you were just, well you. And somehow able to melt his hard exterior that he always had up. He knew he wouldn't change what was happening for anything or anybody. This was home and this is where he was going to stay.
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