#will ironhead miller & daughter OC

[rayslittlekitten]

Brownie Points

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: So I was going through my WIP and I have SO many unfinished Dad!Will fics and revisited some. This one is a fun one that I'm happy I got to finish. Not beta'd.

Rating: G

Word Count: 915

Pairing: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller & Teenage Daughter OC (Lucy) & Wife F!reader

Plot: Will tries to bribe Lucy to fix his chocolate craving.

Contains: banter, humor, mentions of health issues

"Moooooom! Dad's doing it again!"

"Really? This is how you do me? After all the times I've covered for you?"

"It's called tough love, dad,” Lucy tells him. “I don’t want you to die!”

“Whoa, whoa, who said I’m gonna die? Did your mom tell you that— hey! Did you tell Lucy I’m gonna die if I have a brownie?” Will shifts his attention to you when you walk into the kitchen.

“No! Even if that was true, I wouldn’t tell her you're dying,” you reply before grabbing the tray of freshly baked brownies to hide. “These are for her school fundraiser. Stop stealing them! You’re not supposed to have sugar anyways,” you remind him.

"You are baking another tray in the oven right now. They're not gonna know one piece is missing!" Will retorts.

“Mom, you wouldn’t tell me if you knew dad was dying?!” Lucy asks, incredulously.

“Well, maybe not right away,” you shrug.

“I’m NOT dying!” Will declares. “Just an acute blood pressure issue, okay? And this whole conversation isn't helping either.”

“WebMD says so right here that death is a possibility from hypertension if you don’t take care of yourself.” Lucy turns her phone around to show Will.

“Everything results in death on WebMD. Don’t rely on that. Take all of that with a grain of salt,” Will says, then goes to the fridge to see what he can snack on.

“Speaking of salt, you can’t have any of that either,” Lucy reminds him.

“If I don’t eat, I’ll die of starvation anyways,” he shoots back.

"Have an apple, Crankypants," you suggest after hiding the brownies.

"I had one already," he mumbles.

After you leave the kitchen, Will lets out a heavy sigh and shuts the refrigerator door, not finding anything appealing to him. He looks over to Lucy who is on her phone. He suspiciously makes his way towards her.

"Whatcha doin', Moosey?" Will asks, pulling out the dining chair next to her and plopping down. "Not still on WebMD, are you?"

"Nah, I'm texting Liz," she replies, her eyes still glued to her phone.

"You know where we haven't been in a while? Astrid's," he says to her.

Lucy glances up from her phone to glare at him.

"Dad--"

"Look kid, I'll give you twenty bucks." He pulls his wallet out of his back pocket. "You can get yourself a couple of cookies if you get me a brownie."

"Daddy," Lucy huffs, putting her phone down. "You know you're not supposed to--"

"Okay fine, I'll settle for anything with chocolate in it," he cuts in, handing her the twenty dollar bill.

"I'm telling mom--"

"Here's another twenty for your troubles," he pulls another twenty dollar bill from his wallet and offers it to her.

"You think you can bribe me?" Lucy scoffs. "I'm insulted."

"If I promise you that car you've been annoying the crap out of me about, would that be worth it?" Will asks.

Lucy stares at him for a moment, wondering if he's bluffing.

"You don't have that kind of money, dad, but nice try." She rolls her eyes and goes back to her phone.

Will leans in closer to her.

"What if I told you I already put the down payment on it and plan on giving it to you as a graduation present?"

Lucy looks back at him with the widest he's ever seen her eyes grow. Not since the last time she believed in Santa Claus and was so excited for him to drop off gifts for her.

"No way!"

"Shh," Will shushes her as he looks around to make sure you're nowhere in sight.

"Wait, if you got it for me already, what do I gain if I get your stupid brownie?" Lucy asks as-a-matter-of-factly.

"I can still return the car," Will replies. "Or give it to your mom instead. Our anniversary's coming up," he shrugs.

"What if I tell mom you're trying to bribe me with a car?" Lucy narrows her eyes at him.

“Come on, you’re killing me, Luce!”

"No, your lifestyle is," she corrects him.

"$50. Last chance," Will digs through his wallet to pull out a ten dollar bill.

Lucy looks Will down for a few moments, considering his offer until the kitchen timer interrupts their staring contest.

"Okay, fine." Lucy snatches the cash from his hand.

Just as you walk into the kitchen, Lucy gets up from her seat.

"I'm going out, mom!"

"Where are you going?" you ask as you pull the fresh tray of brownies out of the oven.

"Going to hang out with Liz and Katie. Don't wait for me for dinner," she answers.

"Do you need money?" you ask.

"Nope, I'm good. Dad got me," she smiles.

"What time are you going to be home?" Will asks quickly.

"I don't know," she shrugs. "Liz is outside. Bye, mom!"

Lucy gives you a kiss and hug then turns to Will.

"Bye, dad," she gives him a hug and kiss as well. "Enjoy the brownies!"

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Will asks, pretending to be clueless.

"I knew it wasn't going to be fair to you so I made a small tray of sugar-less brownies for you," you tell Will.

"And they're fresh out of the oven," Lucy adds.

Will opens his mouth to say something, but he's speechless.

"You-" he starts.

"I'll try not to be too late. I'll keep you posted. Bye!" Lucy says, throwing a sly smirk at Will before taking off.

[crazyk-imagine]

Chapter VI: Coming Around the Mountain

Characters:  William “Will” “Ironhead” Miller, Santiago “Tago” “Pope” Garcia, Tom “Redfly” Davis, Seraphina “Ser” “One Shot” Hayes (OC), Francisco “Frankie” “Catfish” Morales, Ben “Benny” Miller 

Briefly mentioned: Tess Davis, Molly Davis, Maria Valencia

Warnings: Cursing (as usual), pissed off and emotionally closed off Seraphina, major character death, blood, violence, use of guns, being shot at, mentions of vomit and spit, mentions of past traumatic events

Word Count: 4,786

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“I don’t need a babysitter,” One Shot groans.

Benny smirks, knowing that he wasn’t meant to hear her.

None of the others were paying too much attention to the love birds as they begin to walk along the side of the mountain.

“Are you sure this is the way to go?” One Shot shouts so the two ahead of her can hear.

“Yeah, yeah,” Pope replies, silently praying that they’re going the right way. “This is definitely the old smuggler's trail! We should just keep following it all the way up,” He’s filled with nothing but relief, they found it. ‘Thank god.’

The blonde female grimaces, not at all happy that this trail- this fucking deathtrap is the way out of this godforsaken place, with animals no less. Plus, the sense of dread that something even worse could possibly happen is starting to become unbearable.

As each one of them walks, they glance over the side of the mountain, seeing how far down the fall would be, which put scary images in their heads.

“Come on,” Ironhead mutters to the mule, doing his best to keep him and the animal steady and far, far away from the edge.

“Stop pushing on me, man. It's steep here,” Benny scolds his brother and Catfish, believing whole heartedly that his stunner isn’t doing anything wrong (he’s right, she’s not).

Ironhead’s pissed off and his brother’s pushing on his last nerves. “Obviously, man, we're on the side of a fucking mountain!”

“Just shut up and concentrate! Jesus Christ!” Catfish advises.

Being on this mountain clearly isn’t good for any of them but what else can they do. There’s no other trail for them to use (our favorite) blonde woman has checked… multiple times and there really were no other trails, no matter how many times she’s tried to deny it.

One Shot takes a deep breath and shakes her head at their immature behavior… sadly something that occurs quite a bit. ‘This isn’t happening.’

“Come on, just go,” Ironhead gestures for his brother to keep walking.

“Fuck you,” Benny says to spite him.

‘It’s happening. I’m dealing with morons- fucking morons.’

-

“Can you two chill out?” Seraphina says, annoyed that the two are acting like children… yet again.

“This is an intense game,” Benny says, looking up at her from the crook of Will’s elbow.

“It’s uno,” she says slowly.

“He’s cheating.”

“I am not,” Will defends himself.

“You didn’t say uno when you had one card.”

“I did but your loudmouth didn’t hear me.”

Seraphina glances over at the others. “Aren’t one of you gonna say something?”

“I’m good,” Frankie sips his drink, enjoying the brawl between the two.

“If you two break one of Tess’s toys, you’re paying for it,” Tom chimes in, picking up his energetic daughter.

“They’re having fun,” replies Molly.

“Yeah, by breaking our shit.”

“Shit!”

Seraphina and Santiago hold their cards up to hide their laughter.

Frankie smirks, shaking his head not at all surprised that the little girl copied what her dad said.

“Tom!”

“What? Stop looking at me like I did it on purpose. I didn’t want Tess to start cursing until she was thirty.”

“Wow,” Seraphina gasps.

“You,” Tom points at her. “Don’t say anything.”

She throws her hands up, “I’m not.”

“It’s time for her to go to bed,” Molly whispers to her husband.

“I can put her-”

She shakes her head, “no, you stay here and enjoy the rest of your game.”

Tom kisses Tess on the top of her head before handing her to Molly.

“Alright, you two. Come on,” Frankie lightly kicks Will.

“Not until he apologizes. I’m tired of this punk dicking around,” the older Miller groans when Benny’s elbow hits his ribs.

“Who’s dicking around now?” the younger Miller says with his hands on his hips, winking at Seraphina.

The blonde chuckles to herself as Will tackles his brother and the two start wrestling.

“I bet you’re happy you invited us here,” Santiago jokes with Tom.

The latter glares at him before returning to his seat.

“Sorry, sorry,” Santiago raises his arms giving his friend an innocent look.

“Can we just skip their turns and move on?” Seraphina asks.

“That’s not a part of the rules,” Frankie tells her.

She rolls her eyes, “whatever.”

-

The only thing One Shot hopes that happens between the two brothers is nothing- absolutely nothing. They’re already dealing with enough pressure and adding a potential death off a mountain is not ideal.

-

Catfish’s mule starts braying, moving its head around. He does his best to get a better grip on the rope so they can keep going.

-

“Oh, really? Keep going!” Ironhead says.

“Stop,” Redfly tries to stop the fight from escalating, knowing exactly how far they (Benny) will go when they fight.

“You wanna do this?” Benny asks.

“Hey, jackasses!” One Shot shouts.

The two brothers freeze before they turn to look at her.

“You two wanna put a hold on that pissing contest so we can keep moving. I don’t know if any of you have noticed but we are on the side OF A FUCKING MOUNTAIN! Now is not the time to start arguing.”

-

The ground beneath Catfish’s mule crumbles. The mule begins to bray even louder causing everyone else’s mule to start freaking out.

-

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” Ironhead turns the mule’s head away from the edge, petting its head to calm the animal down.

-

The mule Catfish is walking and tries to jump over the now open area that’s still crumbling beneath its hooves.

Catfish tries to help the animal before anything bad could happen but is unsuccessful; the animal slips, falling backwards, sliding down to its death. In the back of his panicked mind, he starts to think about himself and his safety; he lets go of the rope, falling back so he can lean on a rock.

-

The rustle of money floating through the air directs everyone’s attention to the treetops; the only thing they can truly see is the bundle of paper disappearing before their eyes.

-

Catfish was the only one to be traumatized with seeing the poor defenseless creature go down. He backs up further, leaning against the mountain getting as far away from the edge as he could. He looks away, resting on his knees before falling back onto the rocks, catching his breath to calm his erratic heartbeat.

“Oh, fuck!” Redfly mumbles, more so disappointed at the thought of losing such a large amount of cash that could have gone to bills or house payments or a college fund for Tess.

After a moment, Benny begins laughing.

“What the fuck are you laughing at? That was a living animal, man,” Pope chimes in.

-

“Holy shit,” One Shot mutters to herself. “Frank- Frank- Frankie! Frankie!” She drops the rope attached to the calm mule. She tries to walk past the young Miller, but the universe is clearly out to fuck with her.

She sidesteps in front of him with one hand out in front of her and her other hand hovering over the mule. She’s too focused on getting to her best bud, looking up and down between the mule and the ground, faster than she should have; one second, she’d be focusing on the ground then the mule to see the amount of space she had and where to place her foot next.

She loses her footing in the worst place possible, the edge of the mountain; her foot slips off and her upper body drops a couple of inches.

Benny’s quick to end his nervous laughter and grabs her hand and his free arm wraps around her waist.

As soon as One Shot’s head and torso make contact with his chest, he takes a step back, careful to not trip over the unsteady and uneven terrain. His back slams against the wall of the mountain.

All she can do is grip him tightly, too afraid to let go.

Neither move for a few moments, only inhaling each other’s scents as they catch their breath.

The sound of Benny’s heartbeat calms her and keeps her at bay.

She squeezes her eyes tightly before pushing herself off him. “Thanks,” she mutters, walking back to her mule.

She grabs the rope and grips it tight, if anyone checks on her they’d see her shaky hands and white knuckles. ‘Frankie almost died. You almost died.’ Her eyes are closed, she can’t look at anything right now.

She waits to see if either of the two ahead will say it’s time to start moving.

-

“It could have been any one of us. You're worried about the fucking donkey?” Redfly questions Pope.

“You need to get your shit straight here, man,” Pope tells him.

“What? Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

“You're pointing fingers at me?”

-

Catfish pushes himself up, slowly and carefully passing by the Miller boys while Pope and Redfly continue to argue.

-

“You're the reason we're in this mess,” Pope spits out.

“Oh, how the fuck is that?”

“Yeah, you had to grab every dollar you could get your hands on, didn't you?”

“You could have gotten Lorea two months ago! We didn't need to be here.”

“All right.” Pope’s tired of having this argument (even though it hasn’t been that long) and starts walking again, more than ready to get off this deathtrap.

“Fucking bullshit!” Redfly says.

“We're all on the hook, are we not?” Catfish asks, standing beside his best bud with an arm wrapped around her shoulders, letting her lean on him. He reaches over trying to calm Redfly’s mule.

“God damn this fucking horse! Stop it!” Redfly yanks on the rope, not helping the mule calm down.

“Yes. It's fine. Relax. Relax. We're not picking at the fucking scab right now, okay? One foot in front of the other. All right? Come on. Let's go. Jesus fucking Christ.” Catfish adds.

-

The Miller brothers briefly glance at one another as a silent apology.

Benny turns around to keep going when he sees his girl’s hands shaking with Catfish close to her, his arm now hovering over her lower back. He raises his arm without realizing it, reaching out for her but eventually lowers it.

One Shot quickly checks over her shoulder before focusing on the ground again.

After a few solid hours, they make it off the mountain without any more hiccups.

-

Pope, Redfly, Benny, and Ironhead grunt; each one standing on a different rock as they all pull up the bags with their makeshift pulley system.

Redfly and Pope are on the highest rock with the oldest brother on the second highest and the youngest brother at the bottom.

“Oh, come on,” Benny grunts, out of breath as he works on lifting another bag.

Catfish and One Shot work on getting the last of the bags off the mules and on the rocks so they can toss them closer to Benny.

The best friends stay side-by-side, unable to part from one another like the other times one of them went through a rough time.

Until one day… she did.

-

Seraphina’s back rests against the crummy motel headboard with her phone in her lap.

She stares at the phone filled with millions of unread messages and unopened voicemails from everyone (including Tom, Molly, and Maria).

The buzz from someone calling her causes her to look down.

Frankie calling… Accept □ Decline □  

She doesn’t accept and lets the phone ring. Her nose stings and tears slowly pool in her waterline, waiting to fall.

The notification for another voice mail pops up.

She decides to listen to this one, before changing her number and disposing of the phone.

“Hey,” Frankie starts off before pausing. “I- fuck- I know you don’t want to talk to any of us but, you scared the shit out of me when I walked out and saw you lying on the ground. God, I can’t- I don’t want to see you like that again, all right. And you’ve gotta stop blaming yourself. What happened that night wasn't your fault. No one is responsible but those fucking assholes. You know, they had one too many drinks and decided you two were the perfect targets they could use to let out their pent-up anger or whatever bullshit excuse they used. It wasn’t right.”

The slight jingle of his keys can be heard. He sighs, “I know you don’t want to talk to any of us right now but, you should know Ben hasn’t slept since you left. He’s waiting for you to come back and kind of feels like you left because of him but, I know you and I know it’s not true.”

He takes a deep breath. “I don’t even know if you’ll get this but I’m really hoping you do.” Frankie lets out a sad chuckle, “just- please come back. We miss you. It’s getting harder to do the shit I need to and not see you… See you ‘round I guess, asshole.”

Click.

A silent coded “I love you” was all she could hear as she covers her mouth to hide her cries.

-

Catfish chucks the last bag down before checking on the mules. “Are you sure you want me to get rid of the mules?”

-

“This rock side's 20-foot deep. We're not getting the mules through,” Ironhead informs him.

-

“Yeah, it's on us now!” Redfly gives him a double thumbs up.

-

One Shot turns to him, “hey do you-”

Catfish is gone, chasing the mules away while waving his hands in the air. “Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!”

“Looks like he doesn’t need help, alright then,” she comments, throwing her head back, she closes her eyes.

After watching them run off to, who knows where (hopefully) maybe the mules made it back to the village. The older man makes his way back to One Shot.

“Did you have fun?” She asks with one eye open.

“Getting rid of the mules. Oh, yeah, tons,” he responds sarcastically.

She nods, “cool.”

“What are you doing?” He tilts his head, watching as she walks on rocks, aiming to go up towards the others.

“I’m trying to get up there to help them. What are you doing?”

“Judging you.”

“Really now?”

She makes her way back to him just to shove him before running off, hopping down off a random rock to help Benny load bags onto the makeshift pully system.

-

“Look at the mules. Well, if we can get over this, it should be all downhill to the ocean from here,” Pope informs Redfly.

The two pant as they pull on the rope, Redfly pulling down and Pope pulling up.

“I got it. I got it. I got it.” Pope grabs the bag, stopping the man in the orange jacket from bending down to get it.

They both crouch down as they work on catching their breath.

The man in the blue jacket looks down, “all right, come on up!”

“Nice work,” Redfly says to Pope, the feeling of exhaustion hitting him hard now.

“You, too. Look, I talked a lot of shit back there. I didn't mean that.”

“Don't worry about it.”

“No, no, it's... This is on me. It's... all on me.”

“No, man, it's... I'm on the hook for this. You know? It is what it is.”

“Yeah, it is what it is. I am a bit of a dick, though,” Pope says, earning a chuckle from the older man beside him.

-

They use the bags and create a small barrier, huddling beside one another.

“You could freeze an Eskimo's asshole out here,” Ironhead comments.

One Shot chuckles through her nose, wrapping her arms tighter around herself.

“I demand a fire,” says Benny.

“We cold camp.”

The younger Miller sighs and sniffles as he unzips the bag closest to him, pulling out one of the stacks of cash to remove a single piece of paper before lighting it on fire. “Fuck you. This is my "fuck you" money.”

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” Ironhead questions his brother.

-

Pope turns to Catfish and the two chuckle.

-

“We don't have enough men to carry this money, so we might as well be warm,” Redly adds, laughing with the other two.

Benny leans forward, creating a fire in front of everyone.

Although it’s nice to feel the warmth, One Shot has a feeling that things are about to get a lot worse. She glances over at Ironhead and shrugs when she sees him shake his head.

“Oh, Jesus,” Pope adds when the single bill dies out fast.

“Jesus Christ,” Catfish laughs at the sight of Benny lighting up the whole stack of cash.

“Ah. That's more like it,” Catfish adds.

“Este loco,” says Pope.

One Shot shuffles closer to Benny when Redfly stands up grabbing a suitcase, dumping it on the small fire.

“Oh! Oh, my God! Holy shit,” Pope covers his face, hiding some of his amusement.

“Now that's a fire!” Redfly tosses the suitcase elsewhere, proud of his work.

‘You try to get as much as you can from the house then turn around and burn some of it. Brilliant.’ One Shot shakes her head as the others cackle.

She and the older Miller share a look of judgment.

Everyone stands up, getting closer to the only source of warmth they have before the next day arrives.

-

Ironhead passes a bag to Redfly, Redfly passes it to One Shot, she passes it to Benny who passes it to Pope who passes it to Catfish.

A gunshot echoes throughout the area, each one of them ducks.

“Oh, shit! Shit,” mutters Redfly.

“Ah, Fuck,” Ironhead adds.

“I'm hit!”

They all take cover behind whatever rock they can find big enough to use as a temporary barrier.

The older Miller shoots before quickly glancing down at his brother, “Benny, you all right?”

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just grazed my shoulder.”

Pope shoots, “Shooter's up on the ridge line.”

“Oh, he likes me so much. I'll stay here, hold his fire. You guys go around the side,” Redfly says.

“Pope, can you step out?” Ironhead asks. “Work up the trailhead.”

“All right.” Pope points, gesturing towards the shooters. “Flank right, make sure no one else is coming up below.”

“I'll cut up behind you,” Catfish adds.

“Benny, you all right?” Pope asks his friend.

“Yeah, I'm fine. We'll hold down here until you get into position.”

-

Pope and Catfish move away from the group so they can get to the new spot and work from there.

Ironhead moves, the group more spread out than before.

-

One Shot says nothing as she takes out one of the shooters but it’s like they’re cockroaches and keep multiplying. She purses her lips as she ducks, leaning her back against the rock to reload and reposition herself.

She takes a deep breath and turns around, looking through her scope to find her next target. She tilts the gun up ever so slightly and… another one down.

“I think Pope's in position right now,” Benny says.

Redfly nods, “yeah, let's move.”

“You two go,” One Shot shoots before crouching behind the rock once more.

“No, you’re coming with us,” Benny argues.

“If you two move then I can have you two cover my ass. They’re surrounding us. The more spread out we are, the better chance we have at surviving,” she turns to him. “Go.”

-

Pope, Catfish, and Ironhead move from their spots.

-

One Shot goes for it, charging towards Redfly. Her chest rises with every breath she takes, her lungs working harder to get oxygen into her body. “It’s too quiet.”

“I know,” Redfly mutters. “Stay focused. We can’t tell where they are now.”

The two look through their scopes, finding another shooter carefully walking by.

One Shot furrows her brows. ‘Why does he look familiar?’ The sense of dread in her stomach intensifies by a million. She lowers her gun, reaching towards the man beside her. “No, Tom-”

He fires, the echo now the only noise that can be heard.

‘Fuck.’

Redfly lowers his gun, sighing, briefly looking around.

The two turn to look up when rubble falls, alerting them of someone else’s presence.

A semi thick liquid hits her, landing on her face and arm.

One Shot’s quick to raise her gun and fire, Pope doing the same. She sees the body fall on top of the rock and wipes her cheek.

Red.

Tom.

She looks over at the collapsed, unmoving body. She freezes, staring at the now, dead, limp body of the man that pissed her off like no other. Her vision blurs, tears pooling in her waterline; she doesn’t notice.

-

Pope runs over, knowing that the two were stationed there and this kid fired his gun. His heart pounds, he has no idea what to think.

Benny’s quick to get over there, calling out for his friend, “Tom! Tom! Tom. Come on... Come on. Come on, Tom.” He moves Redfly’s head and starts sobbing at the sight of his frozen facial expression. “Come on, man. Come on, man. Come on...”

Ironhead quickly runs over and pushes his brother to the side so he can see the damage. “Let me see. Let me see.”

“Oh, my God!” Benny says.

Pope sees the sight and removes his hat, running his hands through his hair, having a hard time looking away from the depressing sight.

Catfish slowly sits down on a rock nearby.

-

One Shot’s heart now rests in her stomach, unlike whatever lies in her stomach. She quickly crawls over a rock and starts throwing up, saliva slowly drips from her lips when she’s done.

-

Benny’s head rests on Redfly’s arm, his cheeks puffing in and out with every breath and sniffle he takes.

“Let's get him wrapped up. We need to keep moving,” Ironhead advises.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Benny whimpers. “You're a heartless son of a bitch!”

-

One Shot groans, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before wiping her hand on her pants.

-

“It was your little fire that got him fucking killed!” Ironhead shouts, leaning closer to him.

-

Catfish helps pull his best bud back, one hand hovering over her back as he sweeps whatever annoying pieces of hair that stick to her forehead. “You okay?” He asks, even though he already knows the answer.

-

Ironhead pants.

Benny shouts as he charges for his brother, tackling him to the ground. The young Miller pulls his arm back and swings, punching his brother cheek.

“Stop it,” Pope quietly says.

No one can hear him.

“Stop this shit. Stop this shit. Fucking stop this!” He races over to the two, forcing them a part. “Stop this shit! Stop it! Stop this shit!”

Catfish runs over and keeps Ironhead on the wall while Pope pulls Benny a couple feet back.

“Fuck you, Benny! Fuck you!” Ironhead shouts.

“No. No. NO! You two,” One Shot points from one Miller to the other. “Need to fucking stop! Alright. Tom is dead. Tess and Molly are never gonna see him again.” She sniffs, “and there is nothing any of us can do anything to bring him back. And it wasn’t the FUCKING FIRE!”

Pope nods, “she’s right. It wasn't the fire that gave us away. That kid was from the village. He's been tracking us for days. He obviously wanted a clear shot at Tom. He wanted him. But we do have to get the fuck out of here, and we are taking all of that money with us. Tom's family deserves it! And so do we. All right let's wrap him up. We carry him down.”

One Shot pants, smacking Pope and Catfish’s hands, “don’t fucking touch me.”

Ironhead looks back to his brother, handing him his (special) hat.

Ironhead walks away.

Benny puts his hat on before bending down whispering, “rest in peace, brother. You rest in peace.” He sniffles.

Back to work they go.

-

Now in a snowy area, they create chains of bags so each person can take three to four bags down in one go.

Benny walks up, passing Pope while singing a song.

Ironhead and Catfish drag Redfly’s wrapped body down.

-

One Shot hands him the rope with a clenched jaw.

He doesn’t stop singing and takes the next chain of bags.

-

Everyone them is panting, out of breath, as they set the bags together.

One Shot rolls her eyes, feeling that the others were being too dramatic with their huffing and puffing but she was doing the same, just a little less huffy and a little more puffy.

“How late are we to meet the guy with the boat?” Pope asks.

-

Ironhead looks out his small scope.

-

“Five days,” Benny answers, squinting as the sun beams down on them.

“Jesus. You think he's still there?” Pope pulls out a map.

“I can't see shit.” The older Miller stands up. “We need to get one of us down there. Think one of you can make it there and back?”

“I'll go,” Benny volunteers.

“What?” One Shot mutters.

“Your Spanish sucks, Benny,” his brother adds.

“I got it,” Benny grabs his weapons.

“You sure?” Pope asks.

“Three?” He reaches into the nearest bag, pulling out three stacks of cash.

“Yeah,” Ironhead confirms.

-

One Shot grabs his wrist, “no.”

Benny lifts his head, “if I don’t do this, none of us get to go home.”

“Well, tough shit. I’ll go.”

He chuckles with no emotion, “no.”

“Benny-”

He tosses his small backpack on and stands in front of her. “I’m going. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“N-no, I can’t- no. Please don’t go,” her voice now a whisper.

He leans down, one hand on her cheek. “I’m going but I’ll come back. I’ll come back to you, alright?”

Her heart races as she stares into his eyes; his words sending her heart over the edge. “That sounds a lot like a confession.”

The corner of his lips tugs upwards, “it is.”

Her eyes slightly widen at his brazen attitude.

‘Fuck it.’ The next words that roll of his tongue can make or break their relationship in the future. “So is this,” he pulls her closer, kissing her.

Her eyes widen, she can’t believe this is actually happening. She quickly closes her eyes, returning the kiss with just as much emotion.

He pulls away, pecking her lips one last time before turning to face Pope.

-

“You're looking for the Hijo Pródigo,” Pope sets the map on Benny’s chest.

-

Benny starts walking down, the guys watching him walk away.

-

One Shot sucks in her bottom lip, gently biting as she tries not to think about how much she enjoyed the kiss and how she wishes to do it again.

-

“Benny, watch your six,” Ironhead tells him.

The younger Miller looks back, “you watch yours.”

-

Once she realizes what’s going around her again; she looks down at the boys. “Your- we’re not actually letting him go alone, right?”

“What else are we supposed to do?” Ironhead asks, feeling tired and sore, hoping to get home soon.

She grits her teeth as her nostrils flare; closing her eyes she takes a deep breath. ‘He’ll be back. Benny will come back.’ She takes a step towards Ironhead as Pope and Catfish keep a close eye on her. She bends down, “let me clean you up.”

“I’m fine,” he grumbles.

“Okay, let me rephrase that. Lift your shirt and remove your bandage or else I’m gonna do it for you and trust me, I’ll make sure it hurts.”

He says nothing else as he lifts his shirt, letting the woman clean and disinfect his wound.

She lowers his shirt and sits beside him.

“Thanks.”

She hums, “he’ll be okay, right?”

“It’s Benny.”

“I’ll pretend you said he’s gonna be fine.”  

-

The hours slowly tick by. The sun no longer provides them with warmth, only dark clouds in the sky.

“I'm gonna say something,” Catfish says. “Are you listening?”

“Yeah,” Pope answers him.

“We gotta get back on our game. Enough of this. It stops now. You understand?”

“Copy that.”

“Good.”

“How many people do you think you've killed?” Ironhead chimes in.

One Shot throws her head back, silently groaning to herself.

“What?” Catfish asks.

“You heard me.”

“As many as I had to.”

“Why would you ever wanna know that?” Pope leans his head over the bags for the man behind him to hear.

“Forty-three.”

“Jesus!”

“Confirmed.”

“You keep count of everything, huh?” Pope asks Ironhead the one thing everyone already knows the answer to.

“Yep.”

Catfish chimes in, “how’s your sleep?”

“I guess better than it should be,” answers Ironhead.

Pope glances over at the wrapped-up body straight across from him and closes his eyes.

Chapter V // Chapter VII

[waywardimpalawriter]

Book Boyfriend a Frankie Morales x Plus Size Reader fic Part two the final

Book Boyfriend

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Plus Size F! Reader

Characters: Frankie Morales, Reader, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, William “Ironhead” Miller, Ben “Benny” Miller, Isabella Morales (OC)

Setting: Two years after the events in Colombia (Triple Frontier)

Rating: R, NSFW

Warnings: Smut, Soft Frankie (yes that has to be a warning), cursing, teasing, unprotected sex, oral (male and female receiving), tooth rotting fluff, mixed with a little hurt/comfort, mention of abuse,

Word count: Part 1: 10,284, Part 2: 16,388 (sorry not sorry, I blame Frankie for the wordiness) 

Summary: You’ve been so engrossed in your currant book series its lead to Frankie feeling a little left out.  

Notes: This is my first Frankie Morales/Pedro Pascal Fic, so I’m hoping everyone loves it as much as I did writing it. Something a little fluffy I thought of while thinking of my own favorite book boyfriends. Using the translator Systran for my very bad Spanish translations. A grateful thank you to @icanbeyourjedi for helping me out with Frankie’s Dog tags.

Tag list: @manalg14​   @songbirdcannabe

From Part 1 

Finally, home from running errands and wrangling a very fussy Isabella though you couldn’t blame her really. Exhaustion setting into your very bones from running around town, stopping around noon at a play/girlfriend's date. Talking with the girls as the kids played, laughing over the latest things their men have done and the newest book in the series everyones reading. Heat flared to life at the memory of Frankie from this morning during your talk when things turned towards the more intimate. Though you’d refused to share the details just saying he’s better than any book boyfriend you’ve read. Getting teased by your friends up until the moment you left for the grocery store with a very sleepy little girl in your arms. 

Chuckling softly you put Isabella down for another longer nap so you could get the rest of the groceries in from the car. Pulling your cell out to dial Santi’s number putting the slim piece of tech between your shoulder and ear having forgot the buds in your purse. Not wanting to waste time on getting the steaks marinated for tonight, you decided a neck pain would be a better choice for now.  

Breathing a sigh when he picks up on the second ring, “What do I owe for this unexpected call?” smooth baritone filtering over the line making you smile. 

“I need a favor Pope.” 

Chuckling, “Finally came to your senses and dropped Fish for me huh, hermosa?” teasing quality to his voice, you picking up the sounds of water running in the background. 

Knowing he’s just playing with you though at one time you’d entertained the idea of asking Santiago out. You never got the nerve up instead one cold beer accidentally poured down your shirt later and here you were with the man of your dreams and his beautiful little girl who you’ve fell in love with. You still chuckle at how sweetly apologetic Frankie had been, cheeks stained red with embarrassment at having spilled his drink over you. Though in reality it almost hadn’t been an accident, as all three guys noticed the way he looked at you. Watching the sway of your generous hips to the music, glancing away when you scanned the bar. Never seeing your own eyes rest on him for longer than normal. Only to dart away and back to your friend on your left. 

They plotted, Will trying to talk Pope and Ben out of the stupid idea, but neither would listen, while Frankie took off to the bathroom. Coming back, he’d made a beeline for the bar to grab another mug of beer, taking up the spot right next to you. That’s when Benny tried to strike, sneaking up to Frankie’s left side looking to ask you out himself. Only to be beaten when you turn towards Frankie and he to you, a guy from behind barreling his way through the crowd and into your back. Pushing you forward and into the glass he held. Cold beer pouring down your front as a warm hand pressed against your thick waist to keep you from falling. Your eyes locked and from that moment on you’d been a goner. 

“Hello earth to Y/N you still with me woman? Or fantasizing about me,” knowing there’s a grin on his lips by the tone of his voice. 

Eyes rolling, as your hands work to finish seasoning the steaks, “Keep dream Pope maybe one day it’ll come true. Through I wouldn’t hold my breath,” snarky comment leaving your lips with a grin tugging the corners. “You busy tonight and tomorrow?” 

“Free as a bird, why you have something planned? Party? Or are you finally gonna ask Frankie to marry you?” the last question only a half joke knowing that the man in question wanted to ask that one himself. 

Gapping for a moment but finding the idea appealing, “Think he’d be okay with that if I did?” Of course, you’d thought about marrying Frankie. Hell for the last year you wanted to ask or at least hint at it. But not wanting to overstep any boundaries he set up for himself. Never brought up, though you’ve thought about it a few times. Finding yourself for the most part content having them both in your life.

“He’d die, but say yes so I think it’s a go,” smiling at the thought. You fit right in with the boys, giving hell just as much as you got. But most of all helping Frankie through his demons, not shying away when things got tough. Rather suiting up for battle with a determination he hadn’t seen in seasoned soldiers. Not to mention the way you took care of Isabella as if she’s your own daughter. “Remember I’m best man, Will and Benny bridesmaids I’m sure they’ll look good in whatever color you choose.” 

Giggling at that idea, “I’ll put them in hot pink dresses, halter tops to show off those muscles,” fully belly laugh roars from your lips at the very through of those two grown men in dresses. Santi’s gruff laughter only serves to spur yours on, making you grip the counter to keep from slipping to the floor in mirth. Sobering, grabbing the towel to dry your laughter tears away, “I’m gonna have to tell them you know that right Pope?” 

Snorting, “Of fucking course you would,” wiping his own mirthful tears away. “Anything else you needed to ask me hermosa and please I don’t do flower arrangements. Cake tasting I’m all for.”

Finished with the streaks, setting those aside to grab the potatoes to get them ready next while answering, “So noted but you might have to fight Benny on that one babe.” Pulling the aluminum foil out to wrap up the fork stuck potatoes, “That’s not why I called actually. I’m wondering if you could baby sit Isabella till tomorrow afternoon?” 

“That’s a no brainer of course I will, Uncle Santi to the rescue,” looking for the car seat and his keys. “I’ve got her bed set up and extra clothes.” 

“No junk food Pope or I’ll skin you alive when I see you tomorrow,” voice taking on a hard mama edge. Already having packed a small bag of items, knowing full well that Santi wouldn’t have them on hand. Nor did you expect the poor inexperience man to know what to feed a two almost three-year-old. “I’ve got her a goodie bag packed with what you’ll need and if anything happens…” 

“I’ll call Will and Ben, we’ll figure it out unless it’s an emergency,” placing his buds in to continue the conversation and setting to work on getting the new car seat in place. Double checking the instructions, he would never let anyone know he used, wanting to keep his goddaughter safe. The very idea of her getting hurt knocked the wind from his lungs. Shaking that thought aside, knowing you wouldn’t ask for this favor if you and Frankie didn’t trust him. “Better yet, we can three men and a baby it tonight.” 

“Oh, good Lord if my child comes back with a tattoo or piecing and drinking a Budweiser, I will have all three of your cocks mounted on my wall.” Trying to make your voice hard but wanting to bust out laughing again. Almost straining yourself from holding back the giggles.  

Fake gasp leaving his lips, “Have some taste woman it’ll be a tequila, if it's Bud blame Frick and Frack for that.” Catching the ‘your child’ comment makes him grin knowing his best friend and Goddaughter are in good hands. “Careful cariño your mama bear is showing.” 

“I’ll show you three mama bear when I’ve strung you up by your balls if there is one hair on my precious child’s head missing,” grinning, knowing that you love that little girl with all your heart. 

“Damn Y/N I didn’t know you were this blood thirsty or is it a cock and ball fascination? Bigger question does Fish know?” biting back the laughter bubbling up, triumphant look on his handsome face when he’s finished putting the car seat. 

Shaking your head small giggle leaving your lips, “Watch yourself Santiago Garcia or you’ll find out just what I keep in my purse.”  

“Now you have me intrigued. Thank packing heat in that monster bag of yours?” sliding into the driver seat phone call switching to the onboard Bluetooth. Plucking the earbuds out to stow them while driving. “When did Frankie teach you how to shoot?” 

Heat tingling your neck, as you sputter out an answer, “He actually didn’t teach me.” 

“What’d mean?” confused frown marring his handsome features as he stops at a red light. Hearing his phone ding for a text message from Frankie, deepening his confusion. “Does Fish know Isabella is staying with me tonight?” 

Thanking God for the last question, “No, I didn’t tell him just yet. It’s a surprise. Why?” 

“He’s texting me now, asking if I can watch Isabella I bet,” pulling into the nearest gas station to answer. “Shall I tell him?” smirking when he hears the low growl from the other end of the phone. “Take that as a no Bella.” 

“I swear on all that’s holy Santiago if you tell Frankie…” 

“Yes, yes you’ll have my dick nailed to the wall as a trophy,” rolling his eyes though you can’t. Light chuckle barely sounds when he reads what Frankie texted, “So, violent today Y/N.” 

Catfish: Necesita un hermano favorito? 

(Need a favorite brother?)

Pope: Nombrarlo 

(Name it.)

Not hearing anything for a moment, bottom lip trapped between your teeth standing in the kitchen worried your plan could fall apart. But trusted Santiago, “What’s he asking about Santi?” 

“Hasn’t yet, just chill Bella like I said he’s probably asking the same question.” Sure, enough the next text that comes in, has another chuckle leaving his lips. 

Catfish: Puedes cuidar hasta mañana? 

(Can you babysit till tomorrow?)

Pope: Lo que está en él para mí 

(What’s in it for me?)

Knowing Frankie’s groaning at his answer, Santi can’t help but tease his best friend. “I was right he’s asking the same thing you owe me five bucks.” 

“Fuck you Pope we didn’t make a bet,” rolling your eyes this time and breathing a sigh of relief. You set to work making the key lime pie for dessert, aiming to get everything ready before Frankie came home from work. Along with a shower and dressed in the new lingerie you bought a week ago. 

“Shame I could use the dollar bills,” shaking his head at the stupid code he and Frankie came up with for strip club. 

Chuckling, “Next time Pope I know the girls miss you raining them with those bills and sticking them in their G-string.” 

“How did…” eyes wide when the phone dinged with another text message. 

Catfish: Tiempo con tu ahijada y debía uno. Además, voy a preguntarle esta noche.

(Time with your goddaughter and owed one. Plus, I’m going to ask her tonight.) 

Forgetting all about how you knew what that code meant, Santiago let out the loudest yell of excitement. Gaining the attention of a few people pumping gas with ‘you crazy’ looks and also making you worry. 

“Pope what’s wrong? You, okay?” genuine fear lacing your tone, holding the phone tighter hand starting to shake. “You didn’t have an accident, did you? Don’t you dare ruin my plans for tonight Santiago Garcia.” 

Knowing the last threat means nothing, Santi tries to calm down not wanting to give away that he knows something about Frankie’s plan. “Yeah,” clearing his throat to hide the fact he’s lying. “Yeah, I’m good cariño just found out my team won,” hoping you don’t see through his lie. Something you’re almost scary good at.

Releasing the breath held trapped in your lungs relieved sigh pushed out along with the air. Heart broken if anything happened to him. In a relative short period of time all four men have situated themselves into your heart in different ways. The very idea of loosing them would shattered the strongest muscle in your body. The wise words of your favorite whiskey drinking Hunter comes to mind that family doesn’t end in blood.

“Don’t ever do that again Santiago or might just have to punish you in ways that won’t you won’t like,” leaning against the counter trying to calm your racing heart. 

“You wouldn’t cariño you love me too much,” grinning, leaning over to scoop up his cell phone from where it landed in his excitement to answer Frankie. 

Pope: Acerca de maldito tiempo hombre, sí, voy a cuidar a mi godhija esta noche para que usted y el pronto para ser esposa puede carajo ​toda la noche.

(About fucking time man, yes, I'm gonna take care of my goddaughter tonight so you and soon to be a wife can fuck all night.)

Chuckling, Pope places his cell phone on the cup holder and restarts the truck heading first towards Will and Benny’s place. Hearing the groan leave your throat followed by a quick ouch. “Now what’d you do?” hissing coming over the speakers in his truck making him worry this time. 

“Just nicked my finger is all Santi I’m not gusting blood or anything. Though I don’t recommend getting lime juice in the cut, hurts like a mother fucker.” Moving to the sink to clean the cut, just one more thing to put you behind in getting things ready. 

“Do you kiss Frankie with that mouth woman?” pulling into the drive giving a couple of blasts on the horn. 

“On the mouth and other places to Pope,” smirking at the disgusted sound leaving his lips. Bandaging your finger up to get back to work. Hearing a horn sound over the cell line, “You hear alright Pope? I heard you honk over the phone.” 

“Picking Will and Ben up then heading over to yours,” seeing the two brothers come out he puts the call on mute to speak with them. Rolling the window down to talk, “Suite up we got ourselves a mission.” 

Glancing between each other than back at Pope, “The hell you say man, the game’s on tonight, Ben and I were heading to the Roadhouse to watch and see how many times Benny get’s shot down.” 

“Fuck you Ironhead,” punching his brother’s arm, leaning on the mirror hearing your voice muttering something over the truck’s speakers. “Why you talking to Y/N?” 

“No thanks man you ain’t my type too many dangly bits for my taste,” snarking back landing his own punch to Ben’s shoulder.

Rolling his eyes, “Y/N called we got babysitting duty tonight, Frankie’s gonna pop the question but neither know of the other’s plans.” 

Loud cheers erupt from both men to the point Santi must bang on the side of the truck to get their attention to shut up. Having heard you ask something he goes to unmute, “What did you say Y/N I couldn’t make it out over Frick and Frack’s noises assholes selves.” 

Huffing, “I asked if one of you could start a fire for me, Frankie gets weird if he knows I did it myself.” 

“That’s cause last time you tried you almost burned the house down woman,” Pope snarked pushing Benny away 

Coming back, hitting Pope in the chest, “Of course, gorgeous we’ll take care of that for you,” Benny chimes in leaning into the window so you can hear him.  

“Down boy, or you won’t get a slice of the pie I’m making,” chuckling you put the phone down long enough to put said pie in the oven and slam the door making you jump a little. 

Playfully putting his hand to his chest, “Marry me Y/N, Frankie doesn’t deserve you.” 

Both Pope and Will snort at that, but it’s your sweet voice that answers with, “Sorry sweetheart I’m spoken for by a sweet little girl who you’ll babysit tonight and one handsome flyboy that does some very wicked things with his hands.”

Groaning, “Don’t give us any visions please I’ll need bleach to get Fish’s naked ass outta my head,” shaking to get the images out. Laying his forehead on his arms while leaning against the truck trying to rub that idea out of his mind, having come to love you like a sister. Will didn’t want to know anything about your sex life. 

“Aww what’s the matter William you didn’t see enough of it while bunking together on tour?” teasing tone to your voice plopping down in a chair to wait on the pie. “What time will you three Stooges get here?” 

Shrugging, “Twenty or thirty minutes give or take, depends on how long it takes the blond wonder twins to pack a go bag.” Santi answers getting murders looks from both men. 

“Make sure you ask them their measurements Santi,” biting your bottom lip to keep from laughing harder. “Let them know pink won’t clash with their skin tone.” 

The looks only intensify combined with a confusion at your words, “Thanks Annie Oakley.” Groaning head dropping to the steering wheel. “Which reminds me you’ll have to tell us the story of how you learned to use a gun. See ya in a few,” hanging up before you can say anything else and dig his hole deeper. 

“What exactly did she mean by measurements?” crossing his arms over muscular chest, glaring at Pope. 

Resting an arm on his brother’s shoulder, “And pink? Really, I’m more of a coral,” trying to keep from chuckling while giving Pope his own glare. Benny realizing what he’d said at the end and tries to cover with adding, “When did Y/N learn to shoot, better yet where’d she get the gun?”  

Shrugging, “Just found out today, gonna ask when we get there.” Knowing you can handle yourself more concerned that you’ve learned the correct way to handle a gun. Never wanting you to actually have a need to shoot but incase Santiago wants to make sure you wouldn’t hurt yourself. Especially if Frankie didn’t show you or know. His mind rewinding to the fact, “Coral? What the fuck dude? How the hell do you even know what that is?” 

Dying of laughter, Benny turns giving both of them the middle finger salute heading back into the house to grab both his and Will’s go bags. As promised Pope pulled into the driveway thirty minutes later, all three exist, not even bothering to knock just walking right in. Fresh baked goodies and coffee brewing meeting their noses, along with a squeal of excitement from a little blur of yellow and blue. 

“Ukcl Po,” flinging herself into his arms, as he’s crouched down to scoop her up unconcerned with his knees popping, spinning around to her delighted peels of laugher. 

Hugging her close, seeing you come around the corner with an arm load of firewood bright smile on your lips. “Good y’all finally showed up thought I’d have to start the fire myself,” joking tone. Using your elbow to wave them in. 

Will passes Pope and Isabella pausing to ruffle her hair, leaning down to give her a kiss on the forehead then going over to take the arm load from you. Making you roll your eyes reluctantly giving it over when he gives you that stern look. 

“I’m not helpless you know I can move a couple of pieces,” tossing your hands up, smacking Will’s shoulder as he passes. 

Shaking his head, “And have Frankie put us on freeze for letting his woman get hurt. Nope, no thank you ma’am I happen to like having certain body parts stay in respective places.” 

“It’s not Fish you have to worry about rearranging parts Ironhead its Y/N,” bouncing Isabella in his arms smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Ain’t that right Annie Oakley?” grin widening when you turn to scowl at Pope. 

“Careful Santi or you’ll wearing the pink dress,” crossing your arms to glare at both men, as Benny chuckles beside Pope. In between making faces at Isabella, her giggles making beautiful music. 

Rejoining the group after dusting his hands on his jean clad thighs, “Anything else you need done Y/N?” scenting the air a small growl leaving Will’s stomach. 

“You got a bear in there William?” taking Isabella from Pope to put her on your hip while walking back to the kitchen and check on the potatoes. 

Low whistle leaving all three men making heat race up your neck a small squirm moves over your body when they see everything you’ve got planned out for tonight. Steaks siting out ready for the grill along with the corn on the cob, salad finished and chilling in the fridge, and the pie cooling. Out of the corner of your eye you spy Benny going towards the pie. Quickly spinning making Isabella giggle to land a hard smack to his hand. He pulls back quickly puppy eyes in place and howls of laughter from the other two men. 

“Ben Miller how dare you try to stick a finger in my pie,” scowl firmly in place, Isabella matching the look or at least trying to its more adorable than anything. 

Unlike yours which is truly scary and has Ben raising his hands in surrender. “You sure you weren’t in the military gorgeous that look alone would’ve made plenty green recruits wet themselves,” backing up when you go to smack his shoulder.    

“Shame none of you will get a slice now,” placing Isabella in the highchair feeling a rush of air pass you by. Looking up to see all three sitting at the table with pleading looks on their faces. Shaking your head smile sliding over your lips, “You three are the worse right Bella baby?” 

“Ight mama,” nodding her head quickly, clapping her hands in excitement. 

To which Ben leans over to tickle her sides making her squeal even louder. Will and Pope both making silly faces none of them noticing when you pull your cell phone out to take a short video. Sending it to Frankie with the simple words “Our family”. Soft smile gracing your features watching them interact. Your heart expanding in love but also hurting. Wishing, not for the first time, that your own mom and siblings where here. 

“Hey,” calling from his spot. Having looked away so Santi wouldn’t see your eyes, turning to pull plates from the cabinet missing the frown turning down his lips.  Raising to go over, “You, okay?” 

Wanting Frankie there to chase away these thoughts you’ve tried to keep buried. You nod not trusting your voice right then to answer with words. Hating how your mood so quickly shifted spoiling the moment. 

Placing a hand on your shoulder to turn and have you face him, “You know you can tell us, me anything Y/N, we’re your family and family takes care of one another.” 

Taking a deep breath wringing your hands in front of you, knowing he’s right. Seeing for yourself the genuine concern in those deep brown pools. “My thoughts went to having my blood family here, my mom,” turning to look at Isabella, “she would’ve loved her so much.” Glancing up to see both Will and Benny giving you reassuring smiles that accompany nods of affirmation having heard Santiago’s words about family.

“Blood doesn’t always make family sweetheart standing by someone through thick and thin, never giving up, letting them into your heart that’s what makes a family.” Taking Isabella’s little hand in his, Ben looks at you his words making you tear up but this time in a good way. Eyes lingering on the youngest Miller for a bit longer. 

Seeing your tears, “I’d cry to if I looked at Benny’s ugly mug, got a face only a mother could love,” trying to lighten the mood. Hearty laughter filling the kitchen when you toss a balled-up towel at Will’s head. Landing perfectly over his face getting high pitched giggles from Isabella.     

“Thank you,” sincerity laced through you tone giving both Miller boys a smile once the towel is off Will’s face. Turning back to Pope to pat his chest, giving him the same smile. “Grab the coffee for me Santi please, looks like I’ve got a pie to cut into.” 

With a two-finger sloppy salute and a kiss to your cheek, Santi grabs the glass coffee pot from the maker, sugar and cream sitting nearby. “Anytime cariño, anytime.” 

Each with their hands full come to the table setting various items down, coffee poured, and pie sliced out with a heavy dollop of Reddi-whip atop. Moans of pleasure leave all three men, along with compliments and praise for your baking skills. Benny proposing once again which you turn down of course. Everyone tucking in after that first bite including Isabella who has more cream on her cheeks, chin, nose and shirt than her mouth. Her babbling on about different things while enjoying her pie. Brought a warmth to your heart, a rightness you hadn’t felt in your life till now. 

Reaching over to wipe off her face, the smile gracing your lips made all three men grin. Santi pulls his phone out to take a couple of pictures to send to Frankie later, knowing he’d want to see them. Hearing the tale tell sound of a camera going off makes your head whip around. 

Hating to have your picture taken when it’s needed, “Really I look like shit Santi and you’re taking pictures?” though you try to be mad at him, you fail knowing he’s doing it for Frankie. 

“Shit…” little voice states making all four grownups turn to look at her, eyes wide before busting out laughing. 

“You’re fault mama bear, I can’t wait till I tell Fish,” gripping the table to keep from falling from his chair laughing, fist banging the hard wood making the plates and forks jump around. 

Face going into your hands to hide your embarrassment from the boys, all of whom can’t stop the gruff laughter from bubbling up in their chests. Worried, Isabella reaches out with a pie covered hand to touch your arm. “Oh, ta mama?” sticky fingers patting quickly. 

Looking over at her you reach to taking her face in your hands, smile breaking through the embarrassment, to kiss her forehead. “I’m okay baby girl, your uncles are just evil is all,” giving her a wink that makes another peel of laughter leave her lips. Turing to Pope, “I may have to make good on that threat to hurt you by shooting you.” 

Still laughing, Santi shakes his head never feeling more at home or free than when he’s surround by his family. Eyes crinkling, he sends a wink to Isabella before fixing his eyes on you. “Speaking of which you never told me who taught you.” 

“Must you know all my secrets Pope?” teasing light entering your eyes that fixed on the man. With a heavy fake sigh, seeing the concern under the mirth, you answer. “My brother actually taught me years ago. Frankie took me to the range for practice a couple of times but we ah,” looking at Isabella she covers the little girl’s ears. “We got banned from the place,” giving them a shrug noticing the way all three were giving you a weird look. “Who knew Frankie like’s a woman who could handle a gun. He got handsy and one thing led to another…” smirk sliding over your lips. 

“Stop, stop, stop I beg you,” from Will.

Waving his hands before covering his ears, humming “It’s the end of the world as we know it” trying to get what he just heard from his head. “That’s so wrong,” from Benny. 

Santiago didn’t look to fazed just a grin on his lips, “That’s Frankie for ya. Should ah known he’s kinky as fu…” 

Whipping around to smack Pope before he can finish that word, “Language Garcia.” 

“Hey, you said a bad word,” winking at Isabella who clapped her pie covered hands at her uncle Pope. “How good a shot are you?” 

Snorting, “Not nearly what Frankie can do but I managed to land a few head and chest shots before it got a little too hot and bothered.” Laughing when all three groan while you rise to pick Isabella up, “Fire please boys and light the grill too while I get baby girl here cleaned up and ready.” 

“As long as you stop talking about yours and Fish’s sex life, I’ll do anything you ask,” Benny begs standing, grabbing the empty plates and mugs. Trying to push the thoughts running through his mind on film reel. 

 Pausing by the kitchen door leading towards the bedrooms, “Careful Ben I might have to take you up on that one. There’s gutters needing cleaned and a garage plus the house needs repainting,” giving him a mischievous smirk at his groan. Pausing to place a chase kiss to his stubbled cheek in thanks for cleaning up. 

“If anyone is evil it’s you woman, go,” waving his free hand at you. “Get our little princess cleaned up we’ll handle this,” heading to the sink to wash dishes. Will heading to the living room to start the fire and Pope out the back door to get the grill going for you. 

Standing there a moment tears pricking the back of your eyes, “Our family little one.” Heading then to her bedroom to change and clean the sticky pie from her hands and face. Coming back out ten minutes later a sugar high little girl running ahead of you and into Will. Who scoops her up holding her against his chest.  

“Y’all might be in for it tonight with sugar baby there,” giving them an apologetic look, handing off Isabella’s backpack filled with cloths and the reusable grocery bag with food to Ben. Giving him a tight hug first, moving to Pope before ending with Will and Isabella giving your little girl a kiss on the forehead. “No, tattoo’s or piercings,” jokingly said a hitch in your voice at seeing her go. 

It's the first time she’ll sleep somewhere that’s not her room it makes your chest tighten in worry. Though you know good well that all three men would protect her with their lives. 

Slinging an arm around your shoulder as you all walk outside, “Don’t worry Y/N we got this have a good time tonight and know that Isa is taken care of.” 

“Three men and a baby huh?” recalling Pope’s earlier comment. “My only question? Which one of you is Tom Selleck?” trying to shake the nerves, using jokes to set everyone including yourself at ease. 

“Who and what are you talking about?” Benny chimed in opening the back door of the truck to place Isabella in her car seat. 

“Guttenberg,” saying the same thing together, you and Pope laugh wrapping an arm around your shoulders for a half hug placing a kiss to your temple. “You’re too young to remember plus it’s chick flick,” quickly moving away from your pinching fingers. 

“They’ve finally cracked, I don’t know what did it but they’ve cracked I tell ya,” Ben playfully mourned only to have Will slam the door almost in his face. 

 “Guess that leaves you as Selleck and me Danson,” Will snarks with a roll of his eyes. “Let’s get this jalopy rollin the Roadhouse waits.” 

“Don’t you even,” giving him a dirty look to which Will just grins, closing the door before you can throw anything at him. “Keep those two in line please Santi.” 

Chuckling, “Don’t worry cariño, princesa is in good hands,” stepping away Pope turns to give you one last wave. “See you tomorrow sometime, just ah let us know when you’re done fuckin don’t want to bring Isa back too soon.” Ducking the mound of dirt you toss at him with a smile on his devilishly handsome face. 

With a wave, you watch them go sigh leaving your lips feeling a little lost without Isabella around. Pocket vibrating breaks you from those thoughts, the guitar solo at the beginning of Angel by Aerosmith starts to play making you smile. Frankie asked you when you made it his ringtone why you picked a song that’s more suited for your ringtone. Shaking your head arms wrapped around his neck explaining that he’s your angel who saved you from yourself. Showing you that despite your size, the past you had you’re worth loving worth cherishing. It took a while for you to actually believe him but once you did, having Frankie Morales as your angel did wonders for your confidence and self-love.

“Hello, my angel,” answering while heading back too inside to get the steaks on the grill and check on the fireplace.   

Leaning against the metal outside wall, one leg bend to press into the builds side, “I think you have that backwards hermosa.” Deep chuckle sounding from his lips, making you shiver despite the warmth of the house. “Pope come get our little one?” 

A shiver of pleasure runs down your body at the sound of his voice, smile blooming widely. “Nope flyboy, my angel happens to actually have metal wings,” giggling leaning against the counter for a moment. “He did, enlisted the help of Benny and Will for the night too,” checking the clock to see you have just enough time to get the steaks and corn grilled along with a quick shower. “Can I expect you at the normal time?” hoping that his asshole boss wouldn’t keep Frankie any longer than a few minutes. 

Bent knee shaking to a beat that’s none existent. His nerves shouldn’t eat at him but the small velvet box rattling around in his pocket gets heavier by the moment. Pulling it out to flip the top still a little unsure if you’ll truly like it. Sunlight caught the round cut chocolate diamond, simply done in rose gold with two trellis of white diamonds cascade down either side. Having bought the ring months back, paying it off a little at a time. Getting lucky by sneaking one of your much-loved rings out to get it sized and back before you noticed it missing. Even hint asking to find out what kind of gems you preferred. Surprised when you tell him about the chocolate diamond. Finding the beautiful stone on a birthday present run with your best friend to the local jewelry store. One that almost matched his eyes and reminded you of him. Soft blush dusted his cheeks at your words that night when you explained tucking away that tidbit of information for later. 

As later came, he went to that very jeweler finding the perfect ring he hoped you’ll love. Above that he prays you’ll say yes to being his wife and mother to his daughter. The very thought of you saying no constricts his heart in a vise grip. One he’s sure will squeeze the organ till there’s nothing left but a hole where you once resided. 

“Frankie?” frowning when no answer comes from the other side of the line. “Everything all right flyboy?” 

Clearing his throat and closing the ring box to stow it back in his pants pocket, “Yes, mi amor everything’s perfect. Sam time as usual, since all the work’s completed there’s just clean up and inventory left.” 

“Don’t be too long baby I’ll have dinner waiting for us, I’ve got a date after all,” teasing tone that’s touched by humor. Knowing you could take this one of two ways and deciding on the provoking one. “My book boyfriend is lonely without me.” 

Groaning, shaking his head and readjusting the cap covering his hair, “Woman you’re teasing again remember what happened this morning when you tormented me. The promise I made you?” Licking his lips at the very thought, “I’m getting my dessert tonight and making you scream my name for everyone to hear.” 

“Promises, promises flyboy I think you’re all talk and no action,” knowing you shouldn’t be teasing him but couldn’t help yourself. Especially when that sexy growl vibrates over the phone making you weak kneed. 

Smiling, Frankie pushes away from the wall needing to get back to work so he could get home to you. “No promise sweetheart just facts,” hating to hang up. “I’ve gotta go mi amor, see you tonight, I love you.” 

“I love you to Frankie, I’ll see you tonight. Now go finish work there’s a present waiting for you when you get home.” Biting your bottom lip, insecurities rising like bile in that back of your throat. Hope and fear warring in your mind after hanging up with Frankie.   

Trying not to dwell on those thoughts while getting the steaks and corn cooked. Once finished you add them to the oven along side the potatoes on warm. Stopping in the living room to check the fireplace and arrange the blankets laying them out for maximum comfort. Heading to the shower to clean up quickly. 

Thirty minutes later, body lotions, hair dry and lingerie in place, putting his camo robe over. You check for what felt like the hundredth time the clock on the wall. Seconds ticking by till Frankie comes home and you’re desperately trying to choose a spot for him to find you in. Laying first by the fire but figuring that didn’t look right. Choosing next to lean against the entrance wall just shy of the door, shaking that idea off as it could expose you to anyone walking down the side walk. The kitchen popped up just causally draped over a chair or the counter. Sighing in frustration when none of the places look right. Till that proverbial lightbulb goes off and your grabbing the book you’ve read for the last couple of nights. Laying on the couch, one leg bent at the knee to show off your bare legs, robe open just enough to display a touch of cleavage and the book open but you’re not really reading. 

Listening for the moment you hear the key slide home into lock, door opening, “Y/N, hermosa where you hiding?” Voice deep and soothing to your nerves a smile tugging your lips upward at the frustrated growl that reverberates from his chest. 

Itching to raise up, show yourself to him but the imp side has you staying in place on display for him. Catching the sound of boots toed off, keys dropped in the little ceramic bowel. Tracking his sock covered footsteps guessing he’s peeked into the kitchen when a soft groan meets your ears. Letting you know his nose took in the smell of dinner. Bottom lip caught between your teeth again patience wearing thin as excitement courses through your veins. Bare foot dancing to the tune of nerves as you peek over to see Frankie’s shadow in the kitchen. Hearing the oven open then close smirk sliding over your lips as another rumble of a groan sounds. 

Soft giggles touch his ears, strong legs eat the distance from the kitchen into the living room. Seeing the fireplace alight, “Please tell me you didn’t…” train of thought crashing when his eyes drop to see you laid out so beautifully for him. Pink tongue coming out to wet his lips, chocolate pools darkening, the twitching in his jeans making itself known. 

Growing even more pronounced with the slow trek your eyes take. Starting at his waist, couch hiding anything lower from your view, licking your lips to trap the bottom one between your teeth. Seemingly a permanent home for the abused lip. Trailing over his shirt covered chest, thick tanned neck that your wanting to nibble. Over his strong jaw and patchy beard, smirk in place when you see his lips parted in shock. Though a part of you worried it’s more because of how little you’re wearing, baring your thick, curvy body to his eyes. However, those thoughts died a very painful death as heat slips into its place with how he’s truly looking at you. 

Unable to keep the gasp from leaving your lips with how desire darken his eyes have become, the crinkling of leather meeting your ears. Making your eyes drop to the callused hands gripping the back of the couch so tightly, knuckles white with the tension and you wonder for a moment if it’ll be ripping soon. Returning your eyes to his, making sure he’s still watching when you return to reading that same paragraph you’ve tried to finish for the last twenty minutes. Loud growl is the only warning you get before the paper bound volume in your hands is ripped away and tossed over his shoulder. 

“Frankie,” trying to infuse a little bit of anger into your cadence. But to your own ears it just sounds breathless and needy. Swallowing hard you rise knowing the robe is opened more baring your black lace covered breasts to his gaze. Going to stand but a hand on your shoulder stops you, sliding down to your arm and tugging you to turn. Kneeling into the couch, the only thing between you both except clothing of course. “Dinner’s ready.” 

Still staring at you, drinking in the sight of your body half exposed to his eyes. Chest raising quickly with every breath you take, the soft smile on your lips that you lick and make him groan. “I don’t want dinner mi amor,” placing hands on either shoulder to push the robe from your body. 

Pooling at your waist the knot still holds fast, “Oh than what do you want mi Rey?” 

“You,” simple word never held so much need and want packed into one syllabi, eyes held to yours. Palms sliding over your skin, talented fingers brush under the lace strap perched on your shoulder. Drawing it down to rest on your bicep, breath hitching when he leans in to place a kiss to where it previously resided. 

Hands going to cup the back of his neck, toying with the short curls under the baseball cap. Head lulling to the side, giving him access to the sensitive skin of your neck. Taking advantage and rubbing his lips over the soft skin. Bearded cheek tickling, making your squirm wanting to pull away but also enjoying the slight burn. One arm stay’s at his neck while the other moves between your bodies giving a little push to his chest. Making another growl vibrate through his body and into yours. Arms coming around your waist to pull you even closer. Teeth ghosting that little spot just under your ear he knows will make you weak. Placing his lips right there to suck a mark while his hands drop to palm your ass and squeeze. A touch of frustration sings through his veins at not having you pressed against his body fully. 

Trying to gather your scattered wits, body thumping with a desperate need, “Frankie,” short whine leaving a dry throat, you try to push him back once more. Not really wanting him to move but the position your both in is only making things difficult. 

“Want me to stop?” Breathing the words into your ear, warm air making a shiver race down your spine. 

Whimpering, “No, but I’d much rather want you closer and not this couch between us.” Loosening his grip on your body, you reluctantly pull back grabbing his ball cap along the way. Soft giggle leaving your lips as you dart out of the reach of his hands. Almost slipping from the couch backwards, managing to catch yourself and get up while placing the cap on your head. Eyeing Frankie as he stands where you left him though leaning forward, as if to jump over the couch to get to you. 

Swallowing hard, heat rising over your skin in the best of ways with how he’s staring at you. An idea pops into your head, fingers going to the knot at your waist. His eyes following the path pausing for a moment to take in your heaving chest, nipples pebbled tight beneath the lace. Licking his lips at the sight before trailing lower to watch with held breath. While nimble fingers untie the knot, letting the Terry cloth fall to pool at your bare feel. Hands itching to wrap around your nearly naked form. To hide from those slowly tracing eyes. 

That make there way back up to your face, hunger, desire, love all warring deeply in those swirling dark chocolate eyes. “Hermosa esposa,” (Beautiful wife.) words spoken almost reverently. Drinking in the sight of your body, wrapped in sheer black lace that hides nothing from his eyes, wearing his much loved ball cap.  Only served to have a streak of possessiveness dance across his mind. Bottom lip caught between his teeth eyes watching caught in the trance that is your beauty with every step you take. 

Swallowing, your feet having a mind of there own as they make the short trek around the couch to stop just shy of reaching him. “Like what you see Frankie?” Worrying your bottom lip, nerves have you fidgeting under the intense stare. Keeping your hands at your sides first then clasping them behind your back. The action pushing your chest out which draws his attention, trying to keep himself from drooling. 

Knowing you’ve said something, asked him a question but his brain doesn’t fire off any response. Instead he steps forward, brushing his fingers over your collarbone, touch light as those deliciously callused digits ghost the skin of your shoulders and down your arms. Wrapping strong limbs around your thick waist to haul you against his strong frame. Gasp leaves your lips that he takes advantage of and swoops in for a kiss that’s anything but delicate. 

Fierce and demanding, pressing his mouth to yours leading with his tongue that goes in to taste and mate with yours. Toying with the muscle before sucking harshly, tasting coffee, something sweet and a flavor that’s all your own. Pulling a moan from deep within your chest that bubbles up at the same time your arms wrap around Frankie’s neck. Pulling him closer wanting to merge the two of you together. His strong body pressing you into the couch, wondering for a moment when you turned, but not caring. As his kiss stole all thought and reason from your mind, turning you to mush in his arms. 

Air becoming a needed commodity making the two of you break apart gasping and resting your foreheads together. “Cariño you can’t wear things like this when I come home.” Pulling back just a little only too groan at the innocently sexy expression in your eyes. 

“Surprise,” tugging at the curls getting a low grunt from the man wrapped around you. “So next time you rather I’m naked spread out on the kitchen table?” Teasingly running your hands up and down his back. Stopping to slide both hands in the back pockets of his jeans, cupping his ass to bring him against your pelvis. 

“Mierda,” head dropping to your shoulder, the bite of the zipper against his cock making him hiss. Needing inside you wanting to make you sing his name for everyone to hear. Panting for breath, “The guys find out about that and they will never eat at the table again.” 

Soft giggles brush his ear, turning your head to press your lips to the shell, “You did say I was your dessert.” 

“I did, didn’t I,” wicked smirk sliding over his lush lips, wrapping one of your legs around his waist to rock against your soaked panty covered folds. Letting you feel how hard you’ve made him, the throb of his shaft beating a rhythm only you can dance too. 

Head tossing back at the feeling, you use that leg to pull him impossibly closer rocking your hips slowly. Lips pressed against his neck, flicking your tongue out to taste the sweat tinged musky skin. Hands moving to his shoulders under the fabric of the red and black plaid to push it from his body down his arms and adding it to the growing pile. Tracing little patterns over his chest soft smirk in place when your fingers brush over his nipples making him hiss at the contact. Lower to the hem of his beige t-shirt clinging to his skin, sliding your fingers under the fabric to tease the warm flesh. 

“I’m your surprise baby, you’re in charge of where this goes,” low growl leaves his lips at your words, making your head spin in desire. That floods your panties with slick and a need to have the man standing in front of you. 

Hands start to dance up his chest, when he bends cupping your ass with both hands and hauling you against his body tighter. Looking over your shoulder to see blankets spread out over the floor in front of the roaring fireplace. “That for us sweetheart?” You nod as he trails one hand around to slide between your thighs and over the soaked gusset of your panties sliding two fingers under the edge and over your puffy swollen lips. “This all because of me?” 

 “You’re to smug Morales,” bitting your bottom lip to keep from moaning. Hips however have a mind of their own as they rock over his questing fingers. “You know that book boyfriend is kinda talented…” rest of the sentence swallowed by the moan exited from your throat. Dropping your forehead to his shoulder a shutter racking your frame with the teasing slide of those thick work calluses fingers through your soaked folds. 

Circling your clit with the tips to give a jolting pinch at the mention of your ‘other’ boyfriend. “Seems I have some competition,” dark chuckle leaving his throat at the same time a whimper leaves yours when he pulls his fingers free to suck clean. Helping you place the leg from his waist to the floor before taking you over to the fireplace. 

Shivers skate across your body at the deep cadence of his tone, the dark promise of what he’s got planned making slick flood your core and drip down your quivering thighs. Fascinated by how deep his chocolate browns have become while staring into those beloved eyes.  

Soft gasp pulled from the back of your throat with his hand upping your cheek, brushing his fingers over the soft skin, free arm wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against him. “When did you get this little number? Better yet why didn’t you take me with you while picking it out?” Dropping his head to the crook of your neck nose brushing over your skin, drawing in the jasmine scent that’s burned into his memory as yours alone. Making his cock throb dangerously. 

Swallowing harshly, “A few weeks ago,” head lulling to the side to give him access. Your own hands returning to that patch of skin just under his shirt. Short nails leaving little tracks over his flesh, marking him as yours. “I ordered it online, first time I’ve worn it other than trying on.” 

“Next time I’m gonna be there to watch you try things on,” nibbling kisses dot your neck and shoulder. His path haphazardly moving to the hollow of your throat, biting down on the sensitive skin and leaving his own purpling mark behind. Sweet moans leave you lips a shiver of arousal pours through your veins at the thought of everyone knowing who you belong to. 

“I’d never get anything tried on if your there flyboy,” nickname rolling off your tongue, brushing your hands higher dragging the shirt with wanting it off. Tracing little patterns with your fingers to brush over both nipples. Making another sharp hiss leave his lips that rest against your collarbone. Breath fanning out hot and moist over your body trying to focus on giving you pleasure. Yet  with each brush of those skillful hands he finds himself getting weaker to your advances. Desperately needing inside you, all those lovely noises you make music to his ears. Taking advantage of the moment you pull back to tug his shirt off tossing it somewhere behind you. Pausing to admire the man who’s captured your heart. Drinking in the sight of his tanned skin, soft yet muscular body gleaming in the firelight. 

You’re truly in awe of this man and so caught up tracing each piece of him you don’t realize he’s stepped closer till warm hands grip your waist. Inching the sheer lace up your body till he gets a peek at the lacy black matching cheeky panties your wearing. Hands gliding around to cup your ass, giving you a hard squeeze, drawing another moan from your lips. Eyes sliding closed as your body sways to lean against him. “Your right cariño you wouldn’t because you don’t need these lacy clothes to tease me. Your mire present does that. You make me rock hard and all you have to do is whisper my name.” Voice taking on an octave lower, filled with a longing and love for you alone. 

“Frankie,” voice low, filled with a deep arousal you try to contain, his words making your heart flutter with love. Knees weakening to the point your sagging against him. Wanting to state the fact he’s got the same power over you. Voice like silk over your skin, making butterflies flutter in your tummy, tingles dance through your body and heat pools low, dampening your panties. “That damn voice.” 

Dark chuckle leaves his lips, hands coming back to bunch the lace in his fists to pull it from your body, joining his shirt. He takes one step back to return the admiration of your body. Fire light dancing off the dips and valleys, highlighting the stiff peaks of your nipples begging for his mouth to worship the soft swells of your breasts and tummy.  How your shyly try to turn away but stay still at the same time. The down turn of your chin however makes a frown appear and a dangerous growl leave his chest. 

Reaching out two fingers to grip your chin raising it and making you look into his eyes. “Beautiful mi amor, you’re stunning, never think you have to hide your body from me,” letting go of your chin to trace a path down your cheek, between the valley of your breasts and around your waist. Pulling you flush against him, feeling his rough body hairs brushing against your softer skin. The satisfaction of having him pressed so intimately soothes all the nerves and dark thoughts making them run squealing back to where they came from. The affirmation of his words through his touch sets your blood on fire with a need to please him. To show him how thankful to have him in your life rises like a tidal wave. 

Cresting the moment you lean in starting to place kisses along his jawline, searching for every spot that draws a moan from his lips. However, Frankie doesn’t let you get very far instead he pulls you back, helping you to sit on the pallet of blankets before the fire. On his knees, he takes the cap from your head placing it on the coffee table behind him. Cupping your cheeks between his large hands, watching you watch him. To lean in for a kiss that’s so achingly tender it has a shiver running over your body that’s got nothing to do with being cold. Arms going around his neck to pull him against you. Teasing the tip of his tongue against the seam of your lips that you open on a sigh. 

Taking that moment to slip his tongue into the warm cavern of your mouth. Tangling your tongues together as your noses brush and angle trying to find the right place to draw in air without having to break apart. When he does your bottom lip becomes caught between his teeth, nibbling the delicate skin, gathering air to dive back in. This time it’s deeper, demanding those little moans from you. He’s rewarded with one that’s dragged from the depths of your soul making a smile tug at the edges against his lips. 

Both gasping for breath, clinging to each other, he noses your chin, running his lips over the delicate skin searching out your mouth again. Drunk on your kisses, the feeling of your hands fisting in his hair, clutching him closer. “Lay back for me hermosa,” opening his eyes to stare at you. Seeing the indecision war with the need to give instead of receive. “You said I’m in charge tonight right?” Nodding not trusting your voice to anything other than totally wrecked right now. “Use your words mi alma.” 

“Yes,” swallowing thickly seeing the desire darkened chocolate eyes bore into your own. A shiver skating across your body at the promise those beloved eyes held. “Yes, I did my love, but you don’t…” he doesn’t let you finish that thought. 

Instead pressing his lips back against yours unhurried. Taking slow sips from your mouth, nibbling your lips, dipping into the warm cavern for little tastes. Making whimpers of need push from your chest as you rub your thighs together for some kind of friction. Warm work roughen hands cup your breasts, giving the soft globes a gentle squeeze. His thumbs circle the peeking nipples before trapping it between it and the index finger. Giving a hard pinch that’s just this side of pleasurable pain. The little tug  going straight to your core, knowing you love how he’s playing you body. Making your back arch against his hand a mewl of need leaving your lips. 

Abandoning your mouth to trail nibbling kisses across your jawline, “I want to mi amor, you’re a goddess and I’m here to worship at your temple.” Breath falling over your neck as those words have a shiver running down your body. Heating the skin, heart thumping behind your rib cage he traces with those wicked fingertips. 

Moving between your legs, rough blue jean fabric abrading the inside of your thighs as he hovers over you. Watching with passion filled eyes, tongue coming out to wet those kiss swollen lips you know you’ll never get enough of. Arms go to wrap around his neck to pull him down to you, but he shakes his head taking both wrists in one of his large hands to place them above your head. 

“Leave them right there sweetheart because if you touch me now I won’t get to taste you,” desperation laces his voice making the cadence drop an octave and drawing a shuttering breath from your lungs. 

Never have you seen this look in those beloved eyes as the one right now, pinning you to the blanket covered floor. Body squirming under that dark gaze, thighs rubbing as fresh slick coats your already drenched panties. “Please,” back arching to press your chest into his hands, desperate to have him in some kind of way. Not above begging to get what you want either, “Frankie I need you,” words coming out on a needy whimper. 

“Patience mi amor I’m a starving man who’s just discovered his favorite dessert,” lips tipped up in a smirk. Resuming his path over your skin. Leaving goosebumps in his wake of teeth nibbling your flesh, sucking kisses placed in spots he knows only serve to make you moan and sigh. His name a whimpered plea from your bitten lips. 

Till reaching the mounds of your breasts, taking one taut nipple between his lips. Sucking sharply and receiving a keening moan that surges straight to his cock. The throbbing pulse robbing a grunt from his chest though he tries to stay unaffected. Your breathy gasps and mewling whimpers start to drive him crazy with passion. Switching to the neglected breast while tugging with his fingers on the abandoned one. Tip of his tongue flicking over the peeked nipple before biting down at the same time his fingers tug the twin. Remembering how sensitive your breasts are and playing them like a skilled master. 

His teasing pulls another shuttering breath from your lungs, sweat glistening over your body. Warmth filling your belly with those familiar tingles, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment drinking in the pleasure Frankie brings to your body. Short gasps and moans leave your parted lips as you try to brag air in your starving lungs. Feeling the first strings of an orgasm start to sing through your veins, knowing he’s trying to kill you sweetly with his mouth. Only to have your eyes fly open and look down when he bites the gentle swell of your tummy. Nuzzling the soft flesh with his nose, his eyes lock with yours. Fingers grasping the band of your panties to peel them down. 

Placing kisses over each inch that’s bared to his hungry gaze. Tongue swirling around your belly button to dip in and nip before placing a kiss just before your soaked, puffy cunt. Impatience rides him hard, wanting to rip the flimsy material from your body. But also wanting you to wear them again. Biting back a groan of frustration he moves to the side pulling the fabric from your body, flinging it behind him. Pausing to taking in your beauty even as you squirm under the intense look in those gorgeous eyes. 

So enrapt by your beauty he doesn’t notice your hands coming down to shield yourself feeling a little self-conscious, till they partially cover your breasts. “Don’t,” the word coming out on a sharp growl that has your eyes snapping back to his. “Don’t ever feel like you have to hide from me Y/N. You’re gorgeous mi amor,” voice rough with unspoken emotions that show in the tight clinch of his jaw. Eyes that drink in every inch of your plush body. 

One hand intertwine’s with yours to bring down against the prominent bulge in his jeans. Hissing when you cup his shaft and squeeze. “You feel what you do to me cariño, what your body does to me?” Seeing you nod, swallowing hard as your fingers tip toe up to above the waist band of his jeans. Drawing your nails lightly over his tummy, watching as he sucks in then exhales making you smile. 

Nimble fingers making quick work with the button and zipper, hand slipping inside the material feeling the throb of his cloth covered cock against the tips of your fingers. Before he pushes them away making you pout at the loss. “Put that lip away sweetheart you’ll get your chance later,” smirk making its way back over his handsome features. Hands placed over your collarbone to draw them down over your curves pausing to dip his head down. Drawing his teeth over the soft flesh of your hips, hands sliding under you to cup your ass. Giving the generous globes a squeeze while sliding down to his belly. 

Groaning when the blanket covered floor makes contact with his erection, moist breath panting over the skin of your hip. Forehead resting on your lower belly to gather himself for a moment. Savoring the softness of your body under him, filling his work roughened hands. Lips worshiping the parts of you that at times make you want to cover and hide. Dipping his tongue along your folds grinning when another keening moan leaves your mouth on a gasp. Back arching to meet his mouth, one arm presses you back down wrapping around your thigh to hold you in place. 

Using those skilled fingers to tease the pearl of your clit. Bullying the little nub with light circling pressure that has stars bursting behind your tightly closed libs. Teeth baring to sink into the flesh of your thigh, leaving marks behind for you to feel tomorrow when your walking a little funny because of him. Repeating the same treatment to the twin thigh while semi ignoring the place you want him most. Only those talented fingers keep with light touches. That serve to drive you crazy with need and want. Trying to buck against him silently demanding more but held in place by his strong arms around your thick thighs. Baring your pussy to his gaze, licking his lips he leans forward to draw just the tip of his tongue from entrance to clit through your folds. Making a soft scream leave your body, smirk sliding back into place. 

That’s still there when you raise your head to look down at him, “Pay back baby…” gasping unable to form the last few words as his fingers have spread your folds. His lips attaching to your clit and sucking harshly, tongue flicking like the beating wings of a hummingbird. Another scream bouncing off the walls as your first orgasm rushes through your system catching you by surprise. Gasping for breath, fingers fisting the blankets below you, tight coil having sprung so quickly your eyes rolled back into your head. 

“Hmm that’s one hermosa I think you can give me another before you take my cock,” chuckling the vibrations shooting through your body making you shake. You try to answer, the words disappear on another whimper, body sensitive to his touches. 

Frankie unwraps his right hand from your thigh, fingers teasing along the seam of your body where thigh meets pelvis. Watching with hooded eyes as you gasp once more trying to collect yourself. Though he doesn’t give you a moment to think, sliding one finger inside your fluttering walls, thrusting slowly. Left hand spreading your folds as his tongue attacks your clit, slowly this time. Giving light little kitten licks, circling with the pointed tip before flicking the throbbing pearl. Crooking the finger inside you to press that little spot with each pass. Adding a second to stretch you open, groaning against your folds, “So tight for me mi amor, every fucking time, God.” Eyes dropping down to watch his fingers disappear inside your tight quivering walls. Curses leaving his lips in broken Spanish his hips rutting against the floor needing relief from the throbbing of his cock. 

He stays transfixed by the sigh of your cunt taking his fingers, the wet sounds with each thrust, the way your thighs shake around him. He adds a third finger, your voice meeting his ears. Though all he can make out if his name and please. Sparing a glance upward his breath catching at what he’s witnessing. Your hands cupping and massaging both your breasts, fingers tugging and pinching the nipples in time with his fingers. The sight burned into his memory one he’ll gladly keep and try to repeat many times over. Seeing you so wanton and free like this bolsters his ego knowing he’s the reason your on display in such a manner. Even as a spark of possessiveness cuts through never wanting anyone else to experience you in this way. 

Sensing eyes watching you, you raise your head to insnare his gaze, licking your lips slowly as your breath catches. Tingles dancing over your body at the way he’s mastered your pleasure. Giving you just what you need and when. Feeling almost as full with his fingers as with his cock though you crave having him deep inside you. But also knowing he won’t give you those desires till you’ve cum once more. Head dropping your back bows when his talented lips seal over your clit. Tongue lapping at the little nub and drawing different patterns to make you see stars explode behind those closed lids. His name chanted to the ceiling while those wicked fingers draw out your pleasure with each stroke and crook. Brushing that hidden spot no man other than Frankie has ever found. A moaning, withering mess under the man’s skilled mouth and hands. That coil tightening in your belly threatening to snap any second. 

Caught between wanting the delicious torture to end but also to continue being the pleasurable pain masochist you’ve become. All at once it becomes too much and not enough, hands shoot down to clutch at Frankie’s head. Tugging his hair and pressing him closer as your orgasm washes over you, his name a scream ripped from your mouth. Breath gasping from your lungs, body shattering around his tongue and fingers. You try to push him away, cunt oversensitive  from the two orgasms he’s brought you. 

Yet he continues tormenting you, with slow thrusts of his fingers, little laps of his tongue. Drawing out your orgasm, working you through each shuttering after shock. Till your spent, hands dropping to your side, eyes closed as you trying to control your breathing. Pulling his drenched fingers from your quivering walls to suck them clean. Humming in satisfaction at your tangy essence, placing one more kiss to your quivering clit making you jump at the contact and moan at the feel, proud chuckle leaving Frankie’s glistening lips. 

Placing kisses as he moved up your body, hovering over you once more. A shutter racing over his frame when your legs wrap around his trim waist, feet crossing at the small of his back to press his swollen jeans covered cock against your tender folds. 

“You’re pretty proud of yourself huh Morales?” Lashes fluttering just peeking up at him to see the smirk forming on his lips. Wanting to be cross with him for all the teasing but couldn’t summing the energy. Fingers carding through his hair tugging at the mahogany strands to bring his mouth down against yours. Tasting the remains of your essence when your tongue dips into his mouth. Mating with his in a dance that pulls a groan from the man above you. 

Hands tracing patterns over his back feeling the muscles shift, short nails lightly digging into his skin as your hips rut in slow circles against his groin. Your own smirk forming when you feel the shutter roll down his body. Detaching his mouth from yours to rest your foreheads together, breath fanning over your face as he tries to hold back just a bit longer. “Now who’s proud of themselves hermosa?”       

Giving a small shrug, one hand coming around to glide up his chest. Brushing over his nipple before wrapping around his neck. “I’d say it’s pretty equal now. Though you’re a little over dressed my love,” free hand sliding down to his ass and giving a squeeze. 

Wrapping his arms around you, Frankie rolls the both of you over, hands going to behind his head. Dark eyes watching you sit up, straddling his waist, wet folds pressing against his throbbing cock. “Undress me princesa.” 

 “Do I get to take my time with you flyboy?” Leaning down to place a chaste kiss to his lips, making sure you rub your body against his. Knowing he’s having a hard time containing himself, catching the way his hands are fisting under his head. “I could really draw this out, pay you back,” with each word you place a kiss. Starting just under his chin, to the pulse point on his neck. Nibbling that little spot for a moment to suck a mark. Moving on to flick each nipple, giving little bites to his sternum. Feeling rather than hearing the growl vibrate through his chest. 

Glancing up to ensnare his eyes, lips pressing into his tummy more times than there are words. Nuzzling the thin line of wiry hair leading down and under his jeans. “Oh look a map it’s a little thin but it seems to lead me to what I want.” Grinning at the groan echoing from his throat, rubbing your cheek into his skin. 

Fingers making quick work of the button, slowly lowering the zipper, hands slipping under the fabric to push from his hips. Leaving his boxer briefs on for now while working those sinfully sexy jeans from his body, depositing the behind you. Sitting on your knees between his legs, drinking in the sight  of your love. Running the palms of your hands up his calves to strong trembling thighs, fingers edging the stretchy material that hides little from your imagination. Bracing one hand on his hip you lean down to kiss the very visible patch of wetness. Knowing the crown of his cock rests beneath, lips much like this morning teasing the sensitive head. As your fingers tip toe up to pull down the band of his underwear. Baring his shaft to your hungry glaze, yanking the undergarment down his legs and straddling his right thigh. Rubbing yourself over the quivering muscle that flex’s with the touch of your wet cunt against his skin. 

“Shit ba… baby please,” whimper leaving his lips at the feel of your soft lips brushing over the crown. Warm breath making him twitch in need, hands having come from under his head to fist the blankets below. Knowing he won’t last long with how your teasing and tormenting him. Eyes rolling to the back of his head when the warmth of your mouth engulfs the crown. Free hand stroking his shaft, pulling the foreskin back to reveal the sensitive cock head to your lips. Tongue finding that one little spot just under the crown which never fails to make him lose his shit.

Hips thrusting upwards filling your gapping jaw having prepared yourself for that very moment and relaxed to take him down. Saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth, coating your fingers helping to lubricate your movements. A whine leaves the back of your throat when Frankie pulls you off his cock, catching sigh of the wrecked look on his face. The trembling of his body, the curses slipping from his lips in a mix of Spanish and English. 

“Can’t wait hermosa, need to be inside you, need you to ride me,” voice desperate and cracking. Not pausing in his movements to line you up, knees on either side of his waist. Like a rag doll you let him position you where he wants, not coming back to yourself till you feel the bunt tip of his cock run through your folds.

“Frankie…” calling out to try and gain his attention through the desire fogged brain. Unsure of the position, one that you’ve never tried together. Though you couldn’t say it not one you hadn’t thought about. You just didn’t want to hurt him by being on top. 

Shaking his head, positioning your body over his throbbing length. One hand wrapping around the base, long light strokes as he lines himself up. Even with his passion hazed mind, he knows your wanting to disagree with him. Making him sit up, cupping the back of your neck, “My choice mi amor I want to feel you around me, watch you bounce on my cock. See these beautiful eyes,” tracing his fingers to your cheek, brushing over your closed lids. “I want to watch you take your pleasure from me. Please mi ángel,” voice deep and tinged with want.

Lifting your lashes to stare at Frankie, using his shoulders to raise up as he teases your folds with his cock. Brushing over your clit, making you tremble in his arms before lining yourself up and sinking down slowly. Till your thick thighs are pressed against his hips, head tossed back at feeling so full. The slight burn of being stretched by his cock never fails to make you shutter in his arms. 

“So fucking wet, tight,” muttering the two words over while burying his face in your neck. Arms wrapping around your waist as yours move to wrap around his shoulders pressing your bodies together. Letting the fullness feeling wash over you, consuming your body. The steady throb of that vein reverberating through your system making you whimper, rolling your hips against his groin. 

“Baby please I need to move,” little whines leaving you lips a gasp wrenched from the depths of your soul when he lays back pressing his cock even deeper inside you. Large hands on your hips grounding him, watching with hooded eyes. Feet planted to thrust slowly up into your quivering walls,  filling you so completely you don’t know where you end and he begins. Not that you care at the moment, as your worry melts away with the tender heated look he’s giving you. 

“Ride me sweetheart,” bottom lip trembling before caught between his teeth. Watching you place a hand on the center of his chest. Rising up till just the cock head rests in the circle of your fluttering walls. Slowly sinking back down teasing the both of you with long deep strokes, moaning when he brushes over your g-spot each time. 

Eyes rolling back a gasp leaves your lips when warm hands come up to cup and massage your breasts. Tugging the peaked nipples making your walls squeeze his shaft tighter. A groan forced from his parted lips at the feeling. Watching the way your features morph in pleasure, biting your bottom lip with eyes tightly closed. 

“Look at me hermosa,” the command is hard to ignore combined with the tugs of his fingers at your nipples making you gasp. You slowly do as he asked entranced by the way he’s watching. Tongue coming out to wet his parched lips, breath catching in his throat at the sigh you present him. Sweat coating his forehead, dripping down the side of his face, chest glistening as you take him in. Hungry eyes devouring the look of pleasure, the needy little grunts expelled from his mouth. “Lean back on my knees I wanna watch my cock disappear into that pretty cunt of yours.” 

Whimpering, pausing your movements to do as he asks. Bracing yourself with hands on either side of you on the floor. Pressing your back against his bent knees that have lowered just a fraction so your spread out backwards on display for his eyes. Hips rolling against his groin, body undulating against him the movements slow and delicate. Filled with a passionate abandonment that never fails to make Frankie smile. Head tossed back gasping breath leaving your parted lips, forgetting about everything that’s not centered on Frankie and the movement of your hips. 

“So beautiful amor,” licking his lips, hand moving down to circle the little pulsing pearl with light pressure. Watching you quiver around him, feeling your walls squeeze his shaft, almost to the point of sucking him in deeper. Eyes glued to the apex of your thighs, observing how his cock disappears while his fingers draw different patterns over your clit. The sight nearly making him cum right then combined with the noises your making he knows it’s not long before he’s falling into the arms of pleasure. 

Siting up unable to keep his hands and mouth from you any longer, Frankie wraps his arm around your shoulders bringing you down with him. Mouth’s attached in a deep tangling of a kiss that’s pulling small little mewling whines and whimpers from you. Keeping his fingers on your clit tapping and circling making you gasp into his mouth. All the more with the vise like grip of his free arm around your waist holding you in place as his hips thrust upwards. In quick and deep punishing thrusts, chasing that high only you can give him but first he wants you to see the stars. Knowing your getting closer with each thrust, the tight clinch of your walls around his shaft, making him grit his teeth. 

With that thought and a need for air you break apart, lips going to your ear, “So fucking good to me mi amor,” groaning breathless. “Taking my cock like a good girl, letting me fuck you like this. Christ the things you make me feel mi vida. I’ll never get enough of you.” 

“Frankie,” another whimper of his name leaves your lips that your bury into his shoulder. Eyes dropping closed the closer you get to your release. Trying to grasp on to your sanity with each deep, hard stroke he delivers to your body. His words only serving to make you shiver even harder and when he hits that spot you blank. Mouth gapping in a silent scream of his name, release washing over you and coating his cock that keeps hammering into your quivering cunt. 

Teeth sinking into the flesh of your shoulder sucking a mark into the soft skin. Working you through your orgasm as his own begs for release. Balls tightening against his shaft as his hips start to falter in his pace. Hot moist breath leaving his nose that nuzzles the side of your throat over the mark he’s left. Eyes clinch tightly, cock throbbing to his heart beat as he spills his seed deep inside your body. 

Both of you are out of breath Frankie moving his hips in short shallow thrusts feeling your combined juices seeping out around his shaft. Groaning when he remembers the one thing he forgot. Hearing the sound you place a kiss to his neck, loopy smile gracing your features. Raising your head to look down at him, hips finally stopped even as the pleasurable after shocks still make your body tremble. 

Kissing his chin, nosing that little spot where no beard grows, nipping the skin gently, “Shall I move baby? Am I squishing you?” 

“Fuck no you ain’t hermosa and if you don’t stop saying shit like that I’m gonna smack your ass. You feel too damn good laying there and I don’t want to move from inside you.” Realizing what he just said heat floods his cheeks staining them a soft red. “I’m sorry mi ángel, I just don’t like you talking that way about yourself.” 

Biting the inside of your cheek to keep the moan from escaping at his words, the force of his tone making you clinch around him tightly. Praying he hasn’t felt the change in your demeanor or the way your heart flutters at his words. Though you should’ve known better when thumb and forefinger pinch your chin to rise it from looking at his chest. 

“Amor?” Having felt that squeeze around his shaft, making his heart hammer against his ribs. “Does that thought excite you sweetheart?” 

Soft whimper leaving your lips with a shake of your head though you focus back on what you’d intended to ask him after hearing the groan. Trying to divert his train of thought away from a newly found kink. “Why’d you groan if not because…” biting your bottom lip when you feel the stinging bite of his hand coming down on your right butt cheek. Chocking on the moan that tries to leave your lips as his fingers rub the offended area. Burying your heated face in his chest that rumbles under your head. “S’not funny Fransisco,” pinching his side getting a yelp that brings a smirk to your lips. 

“Woman you should be wore out,” hearing your playful huff. “Hmm seems I have more work to do mi amor, your still able to think and pinch.” Running his hands over your back, rolling the two of you over so he can stare down into your beautiful eyes softening cock slipping from your warm depths. Making you both groan at the loss. “And as to why I groaned a moment ago,” looking sheepish he leans up to kiss your forehead. Leaving his lips pressed there before speaking, “In my haste to have you cariño I forgot to use a condom.” 

Thinking for a moment, small chuckle leaving your lips that turns into full giggles you can’t keep inside anymore. Holding onto Frankie tightly, burying your face back into his neck, breathless laughter ghosting over his skin. Frown marring his features when he feels the shaking that turns into confusion as those giggles reach his ears. 

“It’s not funny sweetheart we haven’t talked about…” fingers covering his lips to stop the flow of words. 

Eyes locking with the worried chocolate orbits, “Frankie my love if we happen to make a baby tonight I would be over the moon with joy. That’s why I’m giggling,” smiling, little chuckles still escaping. “I want to have your child mi rey,” cupping his cheek to bring his lips down to yours. Placing nibbling kisses before a full press slipping your tongue into his mouth, coaxing a moan from deep within. Pleased smile tugging your lips up as you draw back, “Even if it’s not tonight I wouldn’t say no to trying every night.” 

“Mi amor,” endearment spoken on the tail end of a moan. Smile so blinding its as if the sun has been captured and brought inside to shine just for you. Holding you close he crashes his lips against yours, taking your moans and swallowing them. Sloppy and fierce, a clash of teeth and tongues, each trying to dominate the other. Till air becomes needed and you break apart gasping for breath. “You sure?” Worry creasing his brow, chocolate eyes filling with uncertainty as he looks at you.

Brushing your thumb over the apple of his cheek, leaning up to place your lips over his, “I’m positive Frankie I want to give Isabella a brother or sister to play with.” 

Moving off you, hearing the whimper you make, “Don’t move baby I’m not going far.” Reaching for his jeans a nervous smile sliding over his face as he pulls the little black velvet box from the denim. Pausing to flip the lid staring at the chocolate diamond for a moment, till he feels you move soft hand coming to rest on his back. 

“Frankie?” Undertone of worry in your voice as you raise up on your knees waiting for him to turn and face you. Bottom lip caught between worrying teeth, fearful that you’ve said the wrong thing. Pushed him too far with the baby comments, Santi’s words coming back to you about marriage and asking Frankie first. Before thinking things through fully the words fall from your lips, “Marry me Morales?” 

“What?” Shock coloring his gasp, turning quickly to stare down at you. Swallowing hard, “What did you just ask me?” Trying to keep the box fisted in his hand so you can’t see it yet. 

Knowing there’s no reason for these feelings and thoughts to flow through your mind but his quick movements and no real answer causes the doubt to creep in. Eyes downcast not wanting to see the rejection in those chocolate pools you love so much. “I… I… I mean you don’t have to answer it’s just a silly question. I just thought,” biting you lip to keep the tears from slipping out of there ducts. 

“What silly question amor?” Fighting the urge to tip your chin up to see your beautiful face. Frankie waits and when you don’t answer he opens his fist in front of you. Flipping the box open, “You mean this question mi vida?” 

Gasping, eyes landing on the beautiful ring nestled into the plush black velvet, “Frankie?” Hands coming up to cover your mouth as tears slip free though they’ve changed to happiness as you stare up at him. 

“I wanted to ask you differently baby really I wanted to try something a little more romantic. Maybe candles and dinner, down the on one knee” rubbing the back of his neck scrambling for the right words.

“You mean,” hiccuping as a bright smile tugs your lip. “You didn’t plan on proposing to me naked right after we made love?” 

Rolling his eyes at your snark, free hand coming over to brush your tears away and cupping your cheek, breath catching when you place your own hand on top. Nuzzling the palm and placing a kiss to the center, “You deserve better, something special, flowers and chocolates and music playing. Not us naked…” 

Watery happy smile, placing your other hand over his mouth a moment, “Crap I don’t need Frankie I only want you and Isabella, you’re my life.” Taking a deep breath, scooting closer on your knees till your just a hairs breath away from him, “Yes.” 

“I haven’t asked you yet woman you can’t… wait what?” Chocolate eyes shocked wide by that simple little word. He’d hoped you’d say yes, dreamed of it from the moment he fell in love with you. But to hear you say yes still stole his breath and any other words he’d planned to say. 

Soft giggles leave your lips, dropping your eyes down to the ring box in his hand and back up to his. Wrapping your arm around his neck to pull his forehead down to yours, carding through the short curls at the back of his head. “Then you better ask me flyboy so you can make an honest woman out of me in case you’ve knocked me up.” 

“God sweetheart,” eyes slipping closed for a moment just breathing in your scent and warmth, savoring you, for a few heart beats, until he finally gather’s his wits. “Marry me amor, become my wife mother to Isabella and as many more child’s as you want. I don’t want to live this life without you beside me, please marry me,” whispering he last three words. Heart thumping wildly, fearful it’s all a dream and he’ll wake up back in that rehab with no proper out look for his life. 

“Yes Fransisco, yes I’ll marry you, I love you baby. Though,” watching his eyes open to stare back, so many emotions filtering through those beautiful eyes. “I’m not giving birth to five children I’ll leave at least two for you to push out of your dick.” 

Gruff laughter leaves his lips, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you against him, crashing your lips together in a hard, desperate kiss. Ring forgotten till it slips from his fingers in a bid to cup your ass and press you closer. 

“We can have as many children as you want amor,” unwrapping his arms to bring the box back to show you. Plucking the band from its snuggled confines. He grasps your left hand bringing it to his lips and kissing the ring finger. Keeping his eyes locked with yours while slipping it on your fourth digit, before dropping to look. “Prefect fit.” 

“Just like us,” leaning in to brush your lips over Frankie’s. Smirk gracing your features, “Remember we already have four kids and Isabella’s the mature one.” 

Deep happy laughter leaves Frankie’s chest, arms going back around your waist to haul you against his body. Properly sitting with his back against the couch, cradling you in his arms, playful smile on his lips, “Shame that three of them still need house broken.”

“Frankie,” your laughter joining his as you straddle his thighs settling in his lap. Letting your mirth simmer while looking at your ring, still unable to believe you’re gonna be married. “Pinch me,” soft yelp leaves you, trying to summon a glare to direct his way but failing miserably. 

“What you asked me to pinch you cariño,” soothing the pain he gave to your ass with the palm of his hand, cupping both generous globes to pull your pelvis flush with his. “Don’t worry I’ll kiss and make it all better baby unless you want something different.” Remembering the way you curved into his hand when he spanked you earlier. The memory of how tightly your quivering cunt gripped his cock, makes a moan leave his lips. Cock throbbing against your slick folds, demanding attention from the moment you straddled his thighs. 

Experimentally smacking your ass feeling you quake against him, breath hitching in your throat chocking off a moan. “Frankie,” rocking your hips against his growing shaft. Feeling his fingers dip between your folds finding you soaked and throbbing. 

“Like that don’t you baby, like when I smack this beautiful ass of yours,” low growl leaving his lips that attack your neck. Drawing another whimper of need from deep with in your body. “I know you do, can feel it you’ve soaked my fingers and I’ve barely touched you.” 

Rubbing your nose against his neck breathing in his scent mixed with the heady scent of sex and sweat. Amazed how he’s flipped from the sweet Frankie to sexual beast mode in seconds. “Don’t tease handsome please,” whimpering, all thought leaving your mind except for the way Frankie’s talented fingers feel. Strumming your body like a master to drag out moans and whines of pleasure. 

“As you wish amor,” slipping inside of you slowly, gritting his teeth at the tight squeeze of your walls. “I’m warning you now we’re not getting any sleep tonight baby. I’m gonna have you on every surface of this house I can.” 

Smirking, “Promises, promises Morales,” pulling back to stare into his molten chocolate eyes. “Actions,” gasping when he pulls half way out and thrusts back home. Hitting your g-spot, his pelvis moving to rub against your clit deliciously making stars shoot across your vision. Trying to form the rest of the words to tease him, “Speak louder than,” soft scream leaving when he dips to the side rolling the two of you so he’s hovering over you. 

Grasping your thighs to push them against your chest, pushing his cock ever deeper inside your depths. Eyes rolling back missing the smirk on his plush lips, “You’re saying amor?” Wedging his upper body between your thighs, legs draped over his shoulders, his knees braced apart for stability. Hovering over you with hands gripping your ass to lift a fraction off the ground and start a punishing pace. 

Making good on that truth, neither of you getting much rest that night. Finally eating dinner around mid-night, thankful that Frankie had turned the oven off earlier in the evening. Rewarding him for his thoughtfulness with a blowjob at the dinner table, making good use of the Reddi-whip. In turn Frankie snatched up what was left of the pie having a second helping of his dessert, with you spread out over the kitchen table. 

Reliving that moment in your mind you don’t hear the question Santi asks. Only breaking out of the smirk causing memory when Frankie places his hand on your thigh giving a squeeze. Looking from him back to Santi, “Hmm,” clearing your throat with a sip of coffee. “I’m sorry Pope what did you ask?” 

Chuckling, “Off daydreaming again cariño, hope it’s as good as the smirk on your face.” Lifting a dark brow, Pope watches you for a moment catching the subtle shift of your body, Frankie’s cheeks dusting red. Guessing the two of you spent much of the night and early morning celebrating. If the marks littering the both of you indication anything accompanied by the way your both leaning against each other. 

Thankful he called before driving over with Isabella and eager to hear weather you said yes. Though he knew better than anyone the answer which becomes confirmed while you hugging Will, chocolate diamond glinting in the sunlight filtering through the front door. After a round of hugs, claps on the back and congratulations along with very happy giggles from Isabella everyone settled in the kitchen for coffee. 

Drawing your thoughts back from this morning smirk only growing on your face, Frankie leans over, seeing the intent in your side profile, “Don’t do it hermosa.” Warning growl in his tone, hand still on your thigh giving a harder squeeze. Isabella’s little giggles the only answer he receives to the warning, wrapped in her mother’s arms and oblivious to everything except playing with your hair. 

“Well Santiago if you must know it’s even better,” chuckling evilly when Frankie groans head landing on your shoulder. Blindly reaching over to cover Isabella’s ears. “Just reliving late last night when Frankie got to have his second dessert.” 

Confused for a second, eyes widening comically as he looks from you to the table place he’s currently sitting at and back. “Your telling me,” words sputtering out as he pushes violently backward, chair scratching across the tiled floor. “You could’ve warned a guy Y/N,” shaking his head in part disgust and part amusement. “Tell me you at least disinfected it before we sat down?”

Shrugging, “Where’s the fun in that Pope, besides it’s only fair after all Frankie got to see the stars right there in that chair first.” Licking your lips glancing at both Will and Benny who haven’t caught on yet. The harsh crash of his chair makes you bust out laughing, holding onto the table for support and cleaving into Frankie who’s red as a tomato. 

“That’s just… fucking hell,” wiping at this ass and thighs like there’s something there. 

Confused till he looked between the two of you, the table and Santiago. Deep groan leaving his lips as he head comes down to rest in his hands, “We eat on this table now it has to be burned.” 

“What? Why?” Thinking for a second, comprehension clicking into place Benny jumps up scrubbing his hands along his pant legs. “That’s just wrong so fucking wrong now I have that in may head to. I take back the marriage proposal Y/N, Frankie can have you.” Though the grin on his lips speaks differently. It however doesn’t reach his normally expressive eyes. Hiding a secret he’s kept buried for far to long knowing now there’s no chance of it coming to the light of day. 

“How generous of you Benjamin,” playfully rolling your eyes, giggling when you look at Frankie seeing his eyes have narrowed on his friend. You lean over, “No worries flyboy you know you’re the only one.” 

Chuckling he places a kiss to your cheek giving you a wink, “I know.” Standing to round the table, “So you proposed to my girl huh?” Trying to infuse a touch of anger to his tone that fails miserably with the grin on his lips. “Dude what happened to the code of friendship huh?”

Stepping back, hands up in mock surrender, playful grin o his chapped lips. “You know I didn’t mean it like that Fish, Y/N’s a sister to me.” Words tasting and sounding bitter to his own ears. Looking too Will and Santi for help, finding none except fake disapproving frowns, arms crossed. Glancing at you and Isabella with a pleading look getting no help. 

“Shit,” little voice speaking into the silence every set of adult eyes land on her, giggling follows with little claps of her hands before burying her face in your chest shyly. 

Peels of laughter ring out around the kitchen Will beating the table with his fist, head hanging with broad shoulders twitching. Benny and Frankie leaning on each other as tears of mirth slip down their cheeks, Pope leaning against the island to stay standing up right his own body shaking in laughter. While you hold her close laughing, shaking your head at the sight of your family. “Your daddy and uncles are silly little one,” kissing her forehead locking eyes with Frankie when he turns to you. Seeing the love saturating those chocolate eyes, soft grin pulling at his lips. 

“I love you mi alma’s,” playfully pushing Benny from his shoulder to come around and kiss both your foreheads. 

Reaching up to cup his cheek, bringing him down to touch your lips together in a tender kiss, “I love you to my real soon to be husband.”  

Sure you still read get carried away into another world of your books. However, not so deeply that you neglect your husband’s needs and wants along with your own. Besides you know he’s so much better than any old book boyfriend.

THE END 

[rayslittlekitten]

Cookie Monster

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: Okay, okay, this is the last Christmas drabble I'm writing. I keep distracting myself with these ideas. I've been trying to finish the next chapter with IATYTILY.

Rating: T

Word Count: 444

Pairing: Dad!Will & Daughter OC (Lucy); Dad!Will x Wife F! Reader

Plot: Will's sugar cravings get out of control.

Contains: banter, humor, Christmas innuendos, a mild spicy moment

You hear a lot of noise coming from the living room and walk in to find Lucy trying to pry a cookie away from Will's mouth.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Lucy whines while tugging on Will's arm.

It's way past her bedtime and she's cranky, but she won't go to sleep. She said she wants to wait for Santa even though you and Will kept telling her that he only shows up when she's asleep. Will has been sneaking cookies and Lucy is not having it.

"THOSE ARE FOR THANTAAAAAAA!!!" She cries while bouncing on the couch trying to climb on him. "MOMMYYYYY!!!"

"Will! Stop being a cookie monster!" you scold him and Will shoves the rest of the cookie in his mouth.

"I'm testing out the cookies for Santa!" Will manages to spit out while chewing.

"Come on, baby. Santa's not going to stop by if you're still up." You try to pick her up but she's still got some fight in her as she thrashes, still reaching for Will's mouth which is riddled with crumbs.

Will moves his face away from Lucy and you successfully scoop her up. She shrieks and her cries become louder but she's no longer fighting you. You throw a disappointing look at him as you try to soothe your inconsolable daughter.

"I only ate like, three," Will shrugs while holding up three fingers.

***

The crying finally wore her out so after putting Lucy to bed, you and Will start moving the presents under the tree. You arrange them in a way that makes it look really full. As you stand back from the tree to take a final look, Will comes up behind you.

"Me want cookie!" he growls while trying to imitate Cookie Monster and then playfully bites your neck.

"You've been a bad boy," you tease. "No cookies for you tonight."

“You knew you married a bad boy.” Will starts kissing and licking your neck as he circles your waist.

“You are far from a bad boy,” you laugh. “You wish you were.”

“I’ll show you how naughty I can be,” he suggests, swatting your butt before grabbing your hand and leading you away.

“Oh, wait!” 

Will stops short and turns back around to quickly grab a bite of a cookie, leaving it back on the plate and then taking a gulp of the milk. When he turns back to you, you look at him with a raised brow.

“Gotta make it look realistic for Lucy when she wakes up tomorrow morning,” he shrugs while licking his lips and wiping his beard. 

“Now for the real milk and cookies…” he smirks at you mischievously while walking towards you.

[rayslittlekitten]

Heart Eyes

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: Quickly whipped this up while having writer's block for all my other WIPs. Funny that this was inspired by this BTS pic I saw of Guy Ritchie sitting on Charlie Hunnam's lap and Charlie was just looking at Guy like 😍. Not beta'd.

Rating: T

Word Count: 651

Pairing: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller & Teenage Daughter OC (Lucy)

Plot: Will learns how he's left an imprint on Lucy while comforting her.

Contains: banter, fluff, hurt/comfort

"So how was your day?" Will asks Lucy as he drives them home from picking her up from school.

"Ugh!" Lucy growls and tosses her phone into the cup holder in the console.

Will glances over at his daughter as he's driving.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"I told Jax not to talk to me anymore but he keeps sliiiiiding into my DMs because I blocked his number," she huffs, crossing her arms.

While he is internally jumping for joy that his daughter is distancing herself from the boy he doesn't like, this isn't about his feelings. This is about Lucy's and he's genuinely curious as to why she doesn't want to talk to him anymore.

"Why do you not want to talk to him anymore?" His attention shifts between her and the road.

"Why does it matter?" she narrows her eyes at him. "You don't want me to talk to him anyways, right?"

"True, but I'm also curious what changed."

"You mean you're nosy." She rolls her eyes.

"Excuse me for taking interest in my daughter's life," he playfully jabs.

"That's exactly it! Jax doesn't really care about me or what's going on in my life. He just wants to make out and put his hands all over--"

"You've made out with Jax?" He turns to her with wide eyes.

"No! I said that's all he cares about! Are you even listening, dad? That's also what he doesn’t do. He doesn't listen," she goes on.

"Okay, sorry I assumed." He relaxes himself and chooses to believe his daughter isn't lying about having any sort of intimacy with Jax. The thought of them just holding hands makes his blood pressure rise. "Go on."

"He says he wants to hang out, which means find a place to be alone and mess around," she explains. 

Will restrains himself and bites his tongue. 

"I mean, I shoulda known he wasn't the one when I saw the way he looked at me."

"What do you mean?"

"He doesn't look at me the way you look at mom," she answers.

"I don’t understand,” he says.

"You are like, the real life heart eyes emoji whenever you look at mom."

"I am?" he asks, confused.

"And you don't care who's looking. Jax always picks on me or ignores me whenever his friends are around and only shows interest when we’re alone."

"Wait, how often are you and Jax alone?"

"I mean, I'm not expecting to marry my first boyfriend, but there's gotta be something there. Not just physical attraction," she says, ignoring Will's question.

"Since when did Jax become your boyfriend?" he looks over at Lucy with furrowed brows. "I thought he's just this boy you have a crush on."

"Dad, stay on topic!" Lucy huffs. "The point is, Jax is not boyfriend material, okay?"

"Okay," he agrees. He reminds himself again that this is about her, not him. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Now I'm glad I kicked him in the balls," she states.

A chuckle slips from Will. 

"You know what would cheer you up? How about some chocolate chip cookies from Astrid's?" he suggests. "Your mom's also been craving their lemon poppyseed cake."

"See, you're so considerate and thoughtful. Jax can't even be bothered to remember my favorite band," she looks over at her father.

Will smiles to himself, taking pride that he's set an example of how she should be treated. He's always worried about her getting involved with the wrong person and probably will continue to all throughout her life, but after learning all this, he feels a bit more reassured.

”You will find the right person one day. I promise,” he reassures her as he pulls up to a red light. “And they would be so lucky to have you.” 

He reaches over to pinch her chin and she smiles at him.

“Thanks, dad.”

He shoots back an affectionate wink.

[rayslittlekitten]

Crankypants

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: I'm slowly but surely clearing out my WIP. This is also helping me get back into some sort of creative flow. I'm so grateful for all the positive feedback I've been getting regarding this series and all these snippets into this family's life. Thank you so much for all the love!

Rating: G

Word Count: 848

Pairing: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller & Daughter OC (Lucy) & Wife F!reader

Plot: Lucy throws a bit of a fit when she doesn't get what she wants.

Contains: banter, humor, cranky baby, breast feeding

"Ow! Lucy, what are you doing?" Will asks his toddler daughter who is yanking on his beard.

What started as father and daughter having a low key afternoon watching cartoons while she's sitting in his lap and mindlessly rubbing his beard with her small hands suddenly turned into her being fussy and agitated. Those tiny fingers can really get a good grip on his short hairs. Lucy proceeds to pull on it again, bringing his face closer to hers.

"Ow, stop! What is it?" Will follows her lead, mostly to prevent her from causing any more pain.

Lucy babbles as she continues to tug on her father's beard.

"W-what do you want?" Will asks.

She whines and pulls on his beard again. Will then rubs his face against hers and peppers kisses all over her face, but she whines, pushing his face away from hers. Trying to communicate to her father, she sputters and spits as she "talks" to him again. She grabs two little handfuls of hair on his face again, pulling it towards her.

"Ow! Lucy, stop!"

For a toddler, her fine motor skills and strength are pretty strong. He tries to remove her hands from his face.

"I don't know what you want. You want my beard?"

Lucy makes a noise that sounds like a confirmation while reaching for his beard, but starts screaming incoherently when his beard won't come off his face.

"Okay, I think it's naptime for you," Will tells her. "You're getting cranky."

Lucy shrieks and slides out of his grip as Will tries to scoop her up to bring her to her room, but she kicks and fights to get out of his arms.

"My child..." Will sighs deeply, watching her as she squirms and flails her limbs while laying on the couch, wailing so tragically.

"What's going on?" you ask as you walk into the living room.

"She's throwing a fit because I won't give her my beard," Will answers.

You only respond with the most confused look on your face.

"My beard won't come off my face. That's what it seems like she wants. She keeps pulling on it, and throws a tantrum when she can't pull it off of me."

"My silly girl," you laugh.

"I'd like to see you laugh when she yanks on your hair," Will throws back while scrubbing his face to soothe it.

"Oh, trust me, I know how that feels. Isn't that right, Little Miss Grabby Hands?" you coo as you effortlessly scoop Lucy up into your arms. "I think you need a nap."

"How the..." Will vaguely gestures his hands at you.  "She was fighting me when I tried to pick her up."

"Maybe she just wanted her mommy, isn't that right, sweetheart?" you coo at her again while gently caressing the top of her head.

Lucy is still crying and sniffling while laying her head on your chest but she's more calm, especially when her attention is now focused on your shirt. She starts pawing at it, reaching in trying to access your breasts.

"Okay, let's feed you and put you down for a nap," you tell her while rocking her.

"Is it feeding time already?" Will asks.

"It’s a little early but it's fine. She's hungry now it seems."

You sit next to Will on the couch and get Lucy in a comfortable position, cradling her head in the crook of your elbow while lifting your shirt. She's already grabbing at your bra and reaching with an open mouth before you can expose your nipple to her. She immediately latches on as soon as she sees your nipple. She coos and gurgles as the warm milk fills her belly.

"She was just hangry," Will points out.

As he watches Lucy feed, they make eye contact.  He playfully narrows his eyes at her, pointing two fingers at them, then turning them to her. She just continues to nurse while looking at Will dead in the eyes, unaffected by his silent threat.

"Will," you chuckle and roll your eyes. "Are you seriously competing with your own daughter - a baby, right now?"

"Nah," he replies, scrunching his nose.

"Maybe just competing with you," he laughs. "I see your game, Luce. You love daddy until it comes to feeding time. I see how it is."

"You're so silly." You roll your eyes again.

When Lucy is done, you hand her over to Will and clean yourself up.

"Oh, sure. I get burping duty."

"She falls asleep quicker when you're holding her. You know that."

"Yeah, when she doesn't throw it all up."

As if on cue, Lucy lets out a guttural burp right into Will's ear.

"That's not very lady-like," Will tells Lucy and then a giggle escapes from her.

Her fingers begin feeling around his face as her head rests on his broad shoulder. He gently rocks her and she finds the comfort she's been searching for. This time, no grabbing or tugging. Just her stubby little fingers rubbing his beard. He continues to lull her until her hand slips from his face.

[rayslittlekitten]

Tender, Love and Care

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: Hey y'all! I know it's been a hot minute. My inspiration for writing hasn't been really there and I miss writing. I have been writing though but nothing complete. Just ideas and stuff. This short one though is inspired by me recently breaking my leg (10/10 do not recommend).

Rating: G

Word Count: 436

Pairings: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller x Wife F!Reader; Dad!Will & Daughter OC (Lucy); Daughter OC (Lucy) & Wife F! Reader

Plot: Lucy wants to take care of you while you're down.

Contains: silliness, bantering, sweet moments

“Nooo!! I wanna sthtay with mommy!” Lucy reaches out for you as Will tries to pull her away to bring her back to her room to tuck her in.

“Mommy’sth sthick.”

Will sighs as she slips away from his grip and scrambles back over to you where you're lying back on your queen-sized bed with a casted foot propped up on a stack of pillows.

“Baby, we talked about this. While mommy’s leg is still sick, you can’t sleep here with us,” you remind her.

“But I want to help,” she responds, slipping back into a cuddling position under your arm.

“I know, baby but I’ll be fine. You can help take care of me tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” She finally nods.

“Good night, Lucy.” You spread your arms wide and she crawls over to give you a big hug and kiss on your cheek. "I love you."

“Good night, mommy. I love you, too.”

“Come on, off to bed you go,” Will tells Lucy.

She scoots down the bed and places a gentle peck on your injured leg.

"MWAH! All better?" she asks you.

"Yes, it feels so much better. Thank you," you smile at her.

Lucy then shimmies over to Will and he scoops her up to put her to bed.

When Will returns, he has a stuffed bunny in tow. You look at him curiously.

"Lucy said she wanted you to have Mr. Floppy to keep you company," Will explains.

"He's one of her favorites," you exclaim.

"Yeah," he nods in agreement and hands you the stuffie as he slides into bed beside you.

"Aww, that's so sweet of her." You take Mr. Floppy from him and admire it.

"She also said she wanted to read you a bedtime story, but I told her she can do it tomorrow," he adds.

"How did we raise such an adorable kid?" you ask rhetorically.

"I don't know. I know I'm her favorite parent, but she cares a lot about you too," Will jokes.

You roll your eyes and playfully hit him in the face with Mr. Floppy. Will laughs as you settle into bed.

"Hey, she's never offered a favorite toy to me before for comfort. You got one up on that," he comments while helping you tuck in.

"I don't know. I think you're her favorite toy," you chuckle. "She has you wrapped around her little finger so tightly, you probably don't even know when you're being played with."

"I'm happy to be her finger puppet," he says as he reaches over to help you shut your bedside lamp off and kisses you good night.

[rayslittlekitten]

Silver Fox

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: Okay, so had this idea of Will feeling self-conscious about getting older, but also Will just being so faithful. It's a great look on him. This was actually inspired by a moment in one of the "Die Hard" movies, believe it or not.

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,855

Pairings: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller x Wife F!Reader; Dad!Will & Daughter OC (Lucy); Dad!Will & Uncle!Benny; Dad!Will & OFC

Plot: Will gets self-conscious about getting older.

Contains: silliness, banter between brothers, humor, proud parents, some flirting, a crude joke

Will has been trying to avoid the inevitable for a while now, but it’s getting harder to do so when it is literally looking him in the face. He grimaces as he takes a closer look at his hair and beard in the mirror. While it blends in better with the blonde on top of his head, the grays don’t do so with his beard. As years passed, it gradually evolved. Right now it’s a multicolored mix of blonde, red and brown with salt and pepper sprinkled throughout.

It started with a few stray strands on his chin and now there is a very noticeable patch right under his lip. He’s clean-shaved it all off once before but Lucy was not a fan at all so he vowed to never do it again. He's considering dying it. Maybe he'll give it a shot.

Since staring at his whole face more intently and up close so much more these days, he’s also taking note of all these wrinkles and fine lines. Where did all this come from?

Don’t even get him started on his body. His back has been hurting more these days and can hear something crack whenever he bends down. Is this what midlife crisis feels like?

"Babe, how much longer are you going to be? We're gonna be late!" you ask him on the other side of the bathroom door.

"I'll be right out!" he shouts before finishing up.

When he steps out of the bathroom, you hold up his gray tie to him.

"Do I have to?" Will groans.

"You wanna look your best for Lucy's graduation, don't you?" you ask.

"Can I wear the blue one though? It makes my eyes stand out.”

“Okay. Your eyes stand out as they are though,” you shrug as you walk over to the closet to switch out the gray one.

“Actually maybe the gray one would make the gray less noticeable,” he thinks out loud, reconsidering.

“Make your gray suit less noticeable?” you ask, confused.

“No, my gray hair. Look at this!” He scrubs his chin and then shoves the top of his head into your face, revealing his scalp to you.

"So what?" You shrug and pop his crisp white shirt collar up so you can slip the tie around his neck.

"I look so old," he frowns.

"Babe, you look fine. It's only a touch. No one's gonna notice." You finish the knot and straighten up the tie and collar.

"Besides, you're still devilishly handsome. Grays just mean your transformation into a silver fox has started," you quickly spit out and caress his gray sideburns before giving him a lingering kiss on his lips. He smiles against you.

"Silver fox? What is that? Like a werewolf?" he asks.

"Oh, it's so much better. If you think your prime has passed..." you smirk and breathe out a chuckle.

Lucy suddenly interrupts the moment when she calls out from downstairs.

"MOM! HAVE YOU SEEN MY GOWN?!"

"It's hanging in the laundry room!"

As you rush out the bedroom, Will examines himself one more time in the mirror, approving the tie color, even though he's still not feeling so confident about his signs of aging.

***

During the graduation ceremony, you and Will proudly watch Lucy make her way to the stage to receive her diploma. He thought he was subtle, but you caught him sniffling as soon as her name was called out: Luciana Sadie Miller. She carries the family name with so much pride and you both couldn’t be more proud. You reach over for his hand and squeeze it.

It’s official: his little girl is growing up. He’s always expected this day to come but not this soon. He wishes time could slow down. He doesn’t even dare to think of when or if the day comes when he has to give her away. That day is super far away, he convinces himself.

He quickly dabs his eyes after clapping and cheering for her. There is no doubt that Will is Lucy’s biggest cheerleader but right now Benny and Gary are literally the loudest ones.

"Woo! Yeah! That's my niece!" Benny shouts.

After the ceremony, the family waits for Lucy while she has a few celebratory moments with her friends and classmates, hugging and sharing their joy and excitement at this huge milestone in their lives.

When Lucy finally spots her family, she runs over and hugs both you and Will.

“I’m so proud of you, kiddo,” Will says to her, squeezing her tight.

She pulls back and looks up at her father with a wide grin. He plants a kiss on her forehead before returning the smile. She then goes to hug Benny and then Gary, who puts her in a headlock, making her cap fall off, and gives her noogies. Lucy is able to counter, nearly knocking her cousin to the ground with a swift leg sweep.

"Come on, guys!" Benny scolds. "Not here."

Now it's Lucy who has Gary in a firm headlock, making him tap.

“I told you I can fight in a dress and heels,” Lucy tells Gary before releasing him.

***

Frankie wanted to see his goddaughter walk the stage but because of limited tickets to Lucy’s graduation, the Moraleses agreed to meet up with the Millers after the ceremony to celebrate her big day.

When the five of you arrive at the restaurant, you and Lucy stop by the ladies’ room while the men wait by the bar for the rest of the party.

“Oh man, when did your hair start getting so white?” Benny asks while staring at his brother’s head.

“They’re grays,” Will corrects him while loosening his tie and slipping it off over his head. “And they have your name all over them.” 

He stuffs the tie into his pocket and undoes the top button of his shirt, feeling less stuffy.

“Nah, I’m sure Luce has her name literally written on most of them. She probably wrote on them herself,” Benny jokes.

“She did and she’s worth every single strand.” Will leans his arm against the bar top next to Benny. “You though?” He shakes his head disappointingly.

“You’re starting to look like dad-- no, papa!” Benny slaps the bar top and points at his brother. “He used to give us that same exact look when we got in trouble.”

“Screw you! I don’t look that old. You look more like him than I do!” Will scoffs.

“Yeah, I got his good looks and you got his grays,” Benny smugly runs his fingers through his smooth dirty blonde hair.

Will rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“Can I get you fellas anything to drink?” The bartender asks.

“Yes, can I please get a Stella?” Benny requests.

"Sure. And for you, sir?" She asks Will.

He turns to the bartender and politely smiles.

"Actually, yes, uh, can I please get a whiskey neat?" He orders.

"You sure can," she replies enthusiastically while raking her eyes over him.

Will watches as she reaches for a bottle on the top shelf.

"Whoa! House whiskey is fine," he jumps in.

"Don't worry about it," she says. "I'll only charge you bottom-shelf."

"No, you really don’t have to," he shakes his head. "I don't want to get you in trouble or anything--"

"It's fine. I won't tell if you don't," she winks.

Will simply nods while pulling his wallet out. Her comment doesn’t go unnoticed by Benny.

“I got this,” Benny jumps in, pulling out his own wallet and gesturing to Will to put his away.

“Dad, can I get a coke?” Gary asks.

“And a coke for the kid, please,” Benny adds.

She acknowledges it with a nod while pouring Will his whiskey. She grabs a cocktail napkin and slides it in front of Will before placing his drink on it.

“Thank you,” Will nods.

“So what are you guys arguing about?” The bartender asks while pouring Benny’s beer.

“Ah, nothing. Just old men stuff,” Will waves a hand. 

“What about it?” She puts Benny’s drink in front of him. 

“Aging and all the crap that comes with it. The gray and white hairs, wrinkles on my face that I’ve never seen before,” Will starts. “And you can forget about eating fast food ever again. One chicken nugget will bring you down to your aching and cracking knees,” he adds and then takes a sip of his drink. “Wow, this is smooth.”

“Like your skin,” she compliments.

Benny nearly chokes on his beer while Will just looks back at her dumbfounded.

“You make yourself sound like you’re 100,” she says and then places Gary’s soda in front of him, then topping it with a straw.

“You can’t be older than what? 40?” she guesses. “If you tell me you’re anything over 45, you must be lying or you have amazing genes.”

She takes the credit card dangling from Benny’s hand and Will feels the blood rushing to his tanned face.

“You’re very kind,” Will chuckles, not confirming or denying his age. “You look like you have a long life ahead of you so enjoy your youth while you still can.”

“I’m 23, but age is nothing but a number anyways, right?” She shrugs while punching some buttons on the POS system and then charging Benny’s card. “It’s all about how old you feel.”

“Well, it really depends on the context,” Will replies. “I might feel like I’m 25, but my back feels otherwise.”

“Well, I could maybe make your back feel 25 again,” she offers and then gives Benny his card and receipt along with a pen.

“And how would you do that? Are you a physical therapist or something?” Wills asks innocently.

“I get off in an hour if you wanna grab a drink or two while we talk about that,” she proposes, leaning on the bar top across from Will. “Or I can show you.”

Will takes a moment to process what he just heard, thrown off by the bold flirtation. Both Benny and Gary quietly enjoy their cold beverages while their wide eyes ping pong back and forth between Will and the bartender.

"Listen, I am very flattered," Will finally says, bringing his left hand over his chest. “Really.”

"But..." he then flashes his wedding band to her. "Sorry, I'm already spoken for."

Will punctuates the statement with a wink.

“And quite frankly, you’re a bit too young for me. You’re not that much older than my daughter,” he adds. “In fact, we’re here to celebrate her graduation today.”

"Shoulda known a good looking man like you is already taken,” she nods, feeling dejected. “Your wife is very lucky."

His smile widens, reaching his baby blues, and he blushes.

"Oh, trust me. I'm the lucky one," he states, then licks his lips before taking another sip of his bourbon.

She excuses herself to serve another customer.

”Bro, you can cover the tip,” Benny says while signing his credit card receipt. “Since it’s the only one you can give her.”

Will rolls his eyes and shakes his head at him, but a smirk sneaks through.

[rayslittlekitten]

Motherlover

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: Okay here's another sorta Christmas-related fun fic. I couldn't think of a better title.

Rating: T

Word Count: 468

Pairing: Dad!Will & Daughter OC (Lucy); Dad!Will & Uncle!Benny Miller; Lucy & Cousin Gary

Plot: Will finds out the kids got introduced to a Miller Christmas tradition.

Contains: banter, humor

Will is watching a game as he’s watching over Lucy and Gary.

“YIPPEE KI-YAY MUDDER FU—“

“Whoa! WHOA!” Will quickly scoops up Lucy as she dashes past him while chasing after her little cousin with a toy lightsaber, her legs still moving as she dangles in the air.

“Where’d you learn that?” He asks her with a stern look.

“Learn what, daddy?” She looks at her father, confused at why he interrupted her play time.

"Yippee ki-yay..."

"Mudder fuck--" Lucy finishes the phrase but Will quickly cuts her off.

"No, no, no! That's a bad word! We don't say that. Where'd you hear that?" he asks her again.

“The Christhmuth movie!” She answers.

"And where did you see this movie? Mommy and daddy would never let you watch that."

"Uncle Benny wasth watching it yeth-terday."

"Lucy! It’s your turn to be Hans Booger!" Gary says.

"No more saying that, okay?" Will tells her. "You can say yippee ki-yay, but not the other words. Those are bad words."

"Okay, daddy!" Lucy agrees as she tries to wiggle free from his hold.

"You too, Gary. You can't say those bad words," Will also tells his nephew who nods in return.

As soon as Will puts Lucy back down, they go sprinting off chasing each other again.

"No running!" Will shouts.

***

When Benny swings by to pick up Gary, Will has a word with him.

"Hey man, listen. The kids were supposed to be napping so I put on Die Hard. It's a Miller Christmas tradition," he shrugs.  "I didn't know Lucy woke up in the middle of the movie until she started copying me when I shouted out that catchphrase,” he explains.

"It's a Miller tradition that we started when we were old enough to watch it.”

“Pft, you were like 10 or something and I was like 8. We were nowhere near old enough--" Benny counters, but stops talking after seeing his brother's deadpan face. "Okay, I'm sorry. I'll make sure she doesn't see it again until she's old enough."

"Thank you," Will says.

As if on cue, Gary and Lucy come running back around again.

"Hey Lucy Moose, come here for a second," Benny crouches down to her level.

"Uncle Benny!" Lucy throws herself at him and hugs him tightly.

“Remember the Christmas movie we saw yesterday?”

Lucy nods.

“We can’t say the hero's catchphrase. They’re bad words,” he explains.

“I know. Daddy told me,” she says.

“Good. Instead, say yippee ki-yay motherlover.”

“Yippee ki-yay mudder lover!” She repeats.

“Yeah, see. Love is nice, right?” Benny cranes his neck up to look at his brother for approval. “Who doesn’t love their mother?”

“Benny, no, it was more than just…” Will sighs and shakes his head, defeated.

"YIPPEE KI-YAY MUDDER LOVER!" Both cousins yell in unison before running off.

[rayslittlekitten]

OMG I'm so late with the Father's Day postings!

Happy Father's Day!!!

"Dad Will" Masterlist

A/N: The first I wrote for his universe was "Like Father, Like Daughter" because I had this urge to write an overprotective Dad!Will Miller and well, like most of my one shots, it expanded and built to be something more. I've fallen in love with Dad!Will and his daughter. Some of these include Wife!Reader, but the main focus is on the relationship between Will and his daughter. The fics are listed chronologically in terms of timeline.

Also, I still haven't officially decided yet, but the precursor for these stories can be "Husband Duties" which I wrote a long while ago.

- The Girl Who Cried Daddy (no smut, comfort) - Crankypants (no smut) - Babe (no smut, fluff) - Pizza My Heart (no smut, fluff) - Baby Sharks (no smut, goofiness) - Hide and Seek (no smut, angsty, hurt/comfort) - Birthday Girl (no smut, fluff) - Early To Rise (smutty, some morning foreplay) - Old Dog, New Tricks (no smut) - Too Spicy (no smut, but a squint of flirting) - Motherlover (no smut, humor) - Cookie Monster (no smut, humor) - Christmas Morning (no smut, humor) - Tender, Love and Care (no smut) - Snitches Get No Ice Cream (a smidge of sexy moment, humor) - Lies (no smut, angst) - No Sugar, All Spice (no smut, angst, a little fluff) - Can't Take My Eyes Off You (no smut, fluff, squint of angst) - No More Secrets (no smut, angst) - Let It Out (smut, angst) - Like Father, Like Daughter (no smut, humor) - Sleeping Beauty (no smut, fluff) - Pains (no smut) - Color My World (no smut) - Team Work (no smut, humor) - Comforts (no smut, fluff) - Mine (no smut, fluff) - Late Night Chats (no smut, fluff, comfort) - Millers Are Not Quitters (no smut) - High Tensions (no smut, lots of angst) - It Doesn't Get Easier (no smut, hurt/comfort) - Talk To Me (no smut) - Matchies (no smut) - Heart Eyes (no smut) - Mommy and Daddy Time (a moment of sexiness before it gets too spicy) - Captain and the Siren (smut) - Brownie Points (no smut, humor) - Silver Fox (no smut, humor)

[rayslittlekitten]

The Girl Who Cried Daddy

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: Thank you @lovebarefootblonde for beta reading!

Word Count: 1,174

Pairing: Dad!Will x Wife F!Reader; Dad!Will & Daughter OC (Lucy)

Plot: You try to soothe Lucy as she misses her daddy.

Contains: comfort

Lucy is inconsolable. You've tried everything. You’ve tried rocking her, distracting her with her favorite toys, snacks, the TV, but nothing is working. You've even tried showing her pictures and videos of Will which worked for all of fifteen minutes. Seeing his face and hearing his voice isn’t enough for her. She needs to be held by him.

"I want daddy!" Lucy shrieks.

Since Lucy’s birth, Will hasn't been to Benny's fights as often as he used to and tries to make an effort to show up once a month and tonight is one of those nights. In fact, Benny swears it's his last one. He's got a baby on the way and his pregnant girlfriend isn't too keen on him fighting for a living.

Lucy isn't usually this fussy when Will isn't home, but it must be a full moon or something. It's way past her bedtime and she hasn't stopped crying for Will since she realized he was gone. You figured she would have tired herself out eventually, but this little girl doesn't seem to be going to sleep anytime soon. 

In one last ditch effort, you grab the hoodie Will wore yesterday and give it to Lucy. She continues to wail while grasping onto the hoodie, but you notice her crying quiets down a bit. Lucy clutches the hoodie closer to her body and presses her face on it. She starts chewing on the tip of the drawstring. You're really hoping it would be enough to hold her over.

"D-daddy?" Lucy looks up at you.

"Daddy will be home soon, okay?" You reassure her.

You then see the corner of her lips turning down again and tears falling down her blue eyes.

"I want daddy!" Lucy cries out again.

"Oh, honey." You pick her up and hold her while she still clings on to Will's hoodie. You bounce her in your arms and rub her back, trying to soothe her. 

“I know, baby. I want daddy to be home too.” 

You're hanging by the thinnest thread and ready to join Lucy if she still keeps this up. You partially blame Will. He's made a whole ritual of putting Lucy to bed every night, rocking her and serenading her before tucking her in, but when you do it, it's not quite the same. You were looking forward to a few hours of quiet time to yourself after a long day. You let out a heavy sigh and check your phone to make sure you didn't miss a text or call from Will. 

The familiar sound of the front door unlocking makes your ears perk and honestly relieved that not just is your husband home, but also it's a sound other than your daughter screaming her head off. Her little two-year old lungs pack quite a punch. After closing the door, Will announces he's home. He follows Lucy's cries and as soon as she sees him, instead of calming down, her bawling intensifies.

"Daddy! Daddy! I want daddy!"

She lets go of the hoodie and scrambles to get out of your embrace as she reaches out for Will with both arms, and practically leaps into Will's, wrapping herself around his neck.

"Shh, what's the matter, baby? Why are you crying?" Will asks, sticking his nose into her hair and rubbing her back. 

“She has been like this for the last two hours. I couldn't get her to stop," you tell him.

“Aww, you’re giving your mother a hard time?” Will kisses the top of her head and Lucy makes a noise while reaching for her father’s fuzzy face.

“She misses you.”

"You silly little girl," Will leans into her palm and pretends to try to eat her fingers, making her giggle. "Daddy's home now."

"She wouldn't stop asking for you," you add.

"I'm so sorry. I know I'm late. I got caught up and lost track of time. Tom made a rare appearance so me and the guys grabbed a drink after," Will tells you and leans in to kiss your forehead.

“No!” Lucy lets out a weak protest as she tries to push your face away with her baby hand while her eyes fight to stay open. She’s still got some spunk in her but at least she’s no longer crying.

“Hey! No!” Will firmly says to her. “No hitting mommy,” he points a finger at her.

You and Will laugh. That possessiveness is a phase - you hope.

"It smells like you had a whole bottle of whiskey," you move away from him, scrunching your nose.

"I had one beer and only one whiskey shot. That's all," Will says. 

"I promise," he winks. The spearmint gum he’s chewing on did nothing to mask the alcohol.

"Uh huh. So how was the fight?” you ask groggily.

“Ben won! Took him out for a last hurrah to celebrate since Benny’s not gonna have that chance to do so when the baby comes,” Will answers. “Why don’t you go to bed? You look so tired. I'll take care of her." Will looks down at Lucy whose head is resting on his shoulder with her eyes closed and one hand slowly slipping away from his beard.

“You’ve had her for not even two minutes and she’s knocked out.” You throw your hands up in the air in surrender. “I’m afraid if I try to take her from you she’s just going to cry again. She’s a daddy’s girl, through and through.”

“Aww, she loves you too,” Will says. “Especially during feeding time. I think she loves your tits more than I do,” he chuckles.

“Yeah, well, these are gonna go out of commission soon,” you cup yourself. “Weaning process has begun. So sooner or later, she'll realize I’m no longer the source of food and daddy will make her everything she asks for,” you point out.

“So…” Will steps in closer to you as he glances down at your chest. “Does that mean I can finally–” he reaches up to touch you, but you slap his hand away. From the moment you started breastfeeding, Will has had zero access to your constant growing and deflating boobs. It used to be Will who would pull your shirt down and latch his mouth onto them, but it became Lucy’s thing.

“No touching yet,” you tell him and then cover your mouth to yawn.

“Come on, let’s get the two of you tucked in,” Will says.

He wraps his free arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest next to Lucy. You wrap your arms around his waist and press your forehead against his collarbone. He rubs his cheek against your hair and inhales the floral scent of your shampoo. 

“I know you’ve been doing a lot for Lucy - for us, and I really appreciate that.” 

As much as he enjoyed drinking and shooting the shit with his boys, truthfully, right now is where he’d much rather be, with his two favorite girls in his arms. Will takes your hand in his and leads you up the stairs.

[rayslittlekitten]

Talk To Me

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: Another little snapshot of this family. I had a good chunk of this written a few weeks ago and finally finished it. Thanks to @lovebarefootblonde for looking at this for me.

Word Count: 758

Pairing: Dad!Will x Wife F!Reader, Dad!Will & Teenage Daughter OC (Lucy)

Plot: Will always lends an ear to his two girls.

Contains: banter, fluff

“Oh my gosh! Did I tell you what happened the other day?” You ask Will with wide eyes and excitement as you're wiping down the countertops.

You and Will are cleaning up after dinner as Lucy is prepping for movie night.

“No, you didn’t,” he shakes his head while loading the dishwasher. “What happened?”

As you ramble on to Will about a television show you’ve been getting into, Will listens intently while finishing his chores.

“Of course he would do that,” Will rolls his eyes. “That sounds like something he would do, but you know she’s just gonna just run right back to him.”

“Part of me hopes she doesn’t, but you’re probably right," you reply and then pause your task to continue your rant.

"It sounds like there's going to be big trouble ahead. Next week is the season finale, right?" Will asks just as Lucy strolls into the kitchen to throw a pack of popcorn into the microwave.

"Oh, don't remind me. I just know it's gonna be one freakin' cliffhanger and I gotta wait like a whole year for the next season," you huff and continue cleaning.

As Lucy waits, she crosses her arms, glances over at her father and rolls her eyes. Will notices and shoots her a clueless and confused look.

"You guys can go get started, pick a movie. I'm almost done here," you tell them as you wipe down the table.

When the popping slows down, Lucy stops the microwave and pulls the bag out. Will presents a bowl to her to dump the popcorn in.

"What was that look you gave me back there?" Will asks as they make their way into the living room with their snacks and drinks in hand.

“Dad, you hate that stupid show. You don’t even watch it," Lucy answers quietly. "In fact, you've agreed with me that it's overrated.”

"Yeah, so?" Will shrugs and hands Lucy the bowl of popcorn.

"Isn't it annoying when mom goes on about it?"

"I wouldn't call it annoying. Boring? Maybe, but it’s something she’s excited to talk about. If it's important to her, I like to listen even if it’s boring to me because she wants to share something with me and I don’t ever want her to feel like she can’t ever talk to me - about anything. I can listen to your mother talk all day. I don’t even care what it’s about." Will shrugs as he looks for something to watch.

“Really? You don’t think she sometimes goes overboard? She’s, like, obsessed with the main character.”

"Hey, cut your mom some slack. I'm sure one day you'll meet someone you like enough where you're willing to listen to all the nonsense they wanna spew out. It's called love. You know how many times I've had to listen to you talk about things that didn't make any sense when you were a kid? Literally, just gibberish and I'd nod and agree like I knew what the heck you were talking about,” he laughs. “Sometimes I still don’t know what you’re saying, especially when you use all these words and lingo I don't know what they mean.”

“Dad, you’re just old."

“Old? Is that slang for something or did you mean the dictionary’s definition?”

“Dictionary? Dad, you’re definitely old,” Lucy laughs. "No one uses those anymore. It's called Google."

“Smartass,” Will smirks, ruffling the hair at the top of her head. “I hope your mom never stops talking to me though. Not as long as I live.”

“Whatcha guys talking about?” You ask as you plop down next to your husband.

“Nothing. Just how much I love hearing my best friend’s voice.” Will’s arm settles on top of your shoulders and he leans in to give you a peck on your cheek.

“Are you talking about Fish or Benny?” you turn to him. "Because Fish barely talks and Benny doesn't shut up."

“Wow, Mom, that's cold. Dad was talking about you," Lucy jumps in.

"Dad, I think you need a new best friend." She leans on Will's arm and looks up at him with a wide grin.

"You little instigator," Will smirks and shakes his head. "You pick up way too many bad habits from your uncle."

"You still love me though," Lucy rests her head on his shoulder and shoves a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

Without responding, Will hits play on the TV and then puts his other arm around Lucy's shoulder, pulling her into his side and quickly planting a kiss on her forehead.

[rayslittlekitten]

Matchies

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: It's been a looooong time since I've written something for @writer-wednesday and this week's photo prompt sparked something. Thanks to @carni-val for looking at this for me.

Word Count: 750

Pairing: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller & Teenage Daughter OC (Lucy)

Plot: Will and Lucy go to get matching tattoos.

Contains: banter, fluff, comfort (you know the usual deal)

Photo Prompt:

"You sure you wanna do this?" Lucy asks her father, staring at him intently.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Will shoots back at her as he fills out some forms at the front desk of the shop where rock music and mechanical buzzing spreads throughout the small space. "Sounds like you're having second thoughts. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but you’ve been talking about this for weeks."

"No. Yeah, of course I wanna do this, but, like, compared to your other tattoos, this is like a silly little cartoon-y moose. This is my first one so..." she shrugs.

"It's not silly at all," he shakes his head. "You drew this and it's a part of you. I knew one day I'd probably have one of your artworks permanently etched on me."

"I'm honestly surprised mom is okay with this," Lucy says while flipping through a binder full of tattoo designs.

"Why? Your mom has a tattoo too. In fact, we have a matching one as well. Besides, you're eighteen. You technically don't need permission from me or her to get one,” he points out.

"Really? Mom has a tattoo?" Lucy shifts her undivided attention back to Will. "How have I not known my whole life? I've never seen it before."

"Well, it's small and it's in an area that..." Will vaguely gestures his hand in the air, still holding the pen. "...you probably don't see as often as I do so--"

"Ew! Dad! Stop! You're making me regret this now," Lucy grimaces, turning back to the portfolio.

"Hey, you asked," Will chuckles. He gives the filled forms back to the bright-haired receptionist along with his and Lucy's driver's licenses.

"Thanks, I'll be right back."

Will nods at her.

"Your mom and I got them on a whim. Once, way before you were born, I surprised her with a trip to New York City for our anniversary because she's always wanted to go. The night before we were flying back, we were strolling downtown, I think St. Mark's Place. There was just something in the air and we were looking to do one last thing, something fun before heading home and we passed by so many tattoo shops so we said 'fuck it, let's do it'," Will shrugs. "And then a few months later, we found out she was pregnant with you."

Will smiles at her and Lucy returns it.

"I'm actually more surprised you went with it. You don't seem like an impulsive person, especially with something so permanent like a tattoo."

"There's a lot you don't know about me. I was definitely more fun and spontaneous before I had you."

"Wow, dad, sorry I killed your fun and spontaneous factor. What a way to remind yourself with a tattoo designed by me." Lucy's eyebrows shoot to her hairline as she continues to flip through the plastic-covered pages.

"No, no, that's not what I meant," he shakes his head with knit brows. "You didn't kill my fun and spontaneity. Actually, you became my new fun and spontaneity. One can never be one hundred percent ready to become a first time parent no matter how much you try to prepare and raising you has been quite the adventure. If anything, it's a reminder of how much I never want this to ever end."

"Dad, you're so cheesy." Lucy rolls her eyes, but a smirk plays on her face. "So what was the tattoo you and mom got?" she asks curiously.

"I'd show you, but it's also in a place I'd rather not--"

"Okay, dad! I get it!" Lucy quickly cuts him off and Will laughs again.

"If you must know, she has a tattoo that says 'I heart WM', my initials, like in the style of the 'I love New York' with the red heart and I have a matching one with her initials," he says after a moment.

"Okay, that's actually kinda cute," Lucy compliments.

"It's probably not very original but..." Will shrugs. "It's special to us. That’s all that matters."

"Okay, Sam is ready for the two of you. You can come on back," the receptionist gestures her hand to signal them and they follow her.

"How much is it going to hurt?" Lucy asks Will.

"It’ll feel like a little burn. You can hold my hand if you need to, okay Moosey?"

"Okay." Lucy smiles and nods.

She slips her hand into her father's and Will gently squeezes back.

[rayslittlekitten]

I almost forgot a year ago I wrote this cute thing on my birthday. Happy Birthday Moosey! (FYI - She has no official birth date)

Also I need to include Uncle Frankie in some of these fics.

Birthday Girl

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: This started as a Memorial Day fic, then July 4th one, and it became a birthday one because of yours truly. This is a small little snapshot of Frankie and Lucy, but it's really focuses more on Will and Lucy. Thank you @lovebarefootblonde and @spanishmossmagnolia for beta reading!

Word Count: 788

Pairing: Dad!Will & Daughter OC (Lucy); Uncle!Frankie & Goddaughter OC (Lucy)

Plot: Lucy gets shy when she gets reacquainted with her godfather.

Contains: floof

The concocted aroma of charcoal-grilled meat, tropical scented sunblock and chlorine fills the air. The sun peeks out from behind the clouds, warming the pool and concrete surrounding it. Lucy is in the pool splashing about with Tessa and Molly while you’re in the kitchen prepping food and Will is manning the grill.

"Hey everyone!" Frankie steps out into the small yard through the sliding doors connected to the kitchen, holding a bowl.

"Fish!" Will walks over, taking the bowl from him and giving him a half hug. 

"You brought fruit salad? Really?" he raises a brow.

"Your wife made it, pendejo," Frankie smirks. "She just asked me to bring it out here."

"Where are the girls?" Will asks.

"Inside. Ana's getting Mia ready. She's been talking about it all morning about going in the pool and playing with Lucy," he shakes his head. 

“Daddy! I want a cheesth burger!" 

"Speaking of which... " Will nods his head towards his daughter who is waddling over to him while draped in an oversized towel.

"Hey, Lucy! Come say hi to Uncle Frankie!" he shouts out as the fruit salad joins the other plates and bowls of other food scattered on the patio table.

"Hola, cariña! Happy birthday!" Frankie flashes a big smile, crouches down and opens his arms wide, expecting Lucy to run to him. Instead, she hides behind Will's leg, her tiny wet hands grasping onto his shorts while peeking out a little to look over at her godfather.

"Why are you being so shy? You know Uncle Frankie."

"It's been a while. Does she even remember me? She only sees me like once a year. What is she turning? Four? Five?” 

With all the traveling and piloting Frankie does to keep a roof over his family's head and food in their bellies, his consistently inconsistent schedule prevents him from having a social life.

"You don't wanna say hi, Luce?" Will looks down at his timid daughter who is still staring at Frankie. Lucy gently shakes her head from side to side.

"It's alright. Maybe later." Frankie shrugs and gets back on his feet.

“How old are you turning, Lucy?” Will asks her as he pushes his slipping sunglasses up his nose.

She looks up at her father and shows him her little hand with all her fingers spread.

“That’s right. Five. You wanna tell Uncle Frankie?”

Lucy looks back over at Frankie, but doesn’t respond.

“Daddy…” Lucy grabs his fingers, her eyes never leaving Frankie.

“Cheeseburger! Right. I'll be right back." Will ruffles the top of her head and starts walking off towards the grill, but Lucy is still holding on to his shorts and fingers, following him. He stops short and looks down at her.

"Lucy, stay here. I'll be right back."

"No, I wanna go with you," Lucy tells him quietly, now wrapping her arms around his thigh and pressing her small body against his leg, transferring the chlorine water on her skin to Will’s shorts as she glances over at Frankie again. Will lets out an audible sigh.

"Don't let this cute little face and shy act fool you. She gets loud and wild when no one else is around. Isn't that right, Moosey?" He gently pinches her cheek between his fingers. A smile forms on her face as she hides even more behind Will, turning her head away and pressing her face into his cargo shorts. He affectionately pets the top of her head, pushing her damp hair back away from her face.

"Come on, I gotta go get your burger. You want a cheeseburger, right?" Will asks, still looking down at Lucy who hasn't budged from her hiding spot.

Just then, Benny sporting sunglasses and backwards cap emerges from the house with Gary in his arms, both clearly dressed and ready for some splishing and splashing. Benny’s got his swimming trunks and flip flops on while Gary is sporting a bucket hat, a blue shark onesie rash guard and a baby life vest with arms floats to tie in his whole look.

“Hey guys! The party has just arrived!” Benny announces as he makes his way to the pool.

“Uncle Benny!!” 

Lucy quickly turns her attention to a familiar voice and takes off sprinting towards her favorite uncle and baby cousin, abandoning Will.

“Hey, no running!” Will shouts.

“Hey, birthday girl!” Benny crouches down and with Gary cradled in one arm, he swoops Lucy in the other as she climbs on him.

“Oh sure, Benjamin gets the warm welcome,” Frankie chuckles.

“She’ll warm up to you eventually. You hungry?” Will asks.

“Starving!”

“Come on. Gotta get the little birthday girl her cheeseburger,” Will jerks his head towards the grill and Frankie follows him.

[rayslittlekitten]

Like Father, Like Daughter

"Dad Will" Masterlist

A/N: So I had this weird urge to write an overprotective Dad! Will fic this morning and well, this is the result. Also thank you @spanishmossmagnolia and @musings-of-a-rose for beta reading!

Rating: T

Word Count: ~1.4k+

Pairing: Dad!Will x Wife F!Reader; Dad!Will & Teenage Daughter OC

Plot: Will gets a little overprotective when your daughter is dressed inappropriately and you have to step in to sort it out.

Contains: stubborn Will, teenage daughter being just as stubborn as her father, Uncle Benny makes a cameo, some humor

Prompt: "Do as I say, not as I do."

"BYEDADLOVEYOU!"

As you're coming down the stairs, you hear your teenage daughter quickly kissing her father on the cheek before sprinting towards the front door as he's loading the dishwasher.

"Have fun, sweetheart. Love you-- whoa! Hold up!" Will yells out.

You walk into the kitchen and see your daughter slowly backtracking.

"What's that you're wearing, young lady?" Will asks, abandoning the dirty dishes as he walks closer to his daughter.

"It's... a dress," she replies shyly.

"That..." Will waves his finger around her. "No." He shakes his head.

"Daaaad!" She huffs and crosses her arms.

"What's going on?" You step in to break up the tension.

"Did you see how she's walking out of the house?" Will asks you.

"She asked to borrow a dress and I told her to look in my closet but I didn't know she picked that one," you admit.

"Lucy, baby. That's cute on you, but--" you start.

"I wouldn't use the term 'cute'," Will grimaces.

"Will!" You eye him.

"I don't care. You're not going out in that-- by the way, where are you going and with who?" Will furrows his brows and props his hands on his lower waist, standing taller. "Did you tell your mother? Because you sure as hell didn't tell me."

"Dad! Stop being so dramatic!" Lucy scoffs.

"Honey, where are you going and who are you going with?" You ask her, gently putting your hands on her shoulders.

"I'm going to the drive-in movie with my friends."

"Which friends?"

"Liz, Sunny, Abigail, Katie, you know the usual," she shrugs.

"And?" you shoot her a knowing look.

Lucy glances at Will who has not budged nor has he stopped boring a hole in her, and then turns back to you.

"And some boys from school..." She looks down at her combat boots.

You put your hand up to Will when he's about to say something.

"Which boys?" You ask her.

"Charlie, Pedro, Oscar and… and Jax," she answers.

"That little shit Jax is going to be there?" Will growls.

"Honey, please," you sigh.

"Oh, Gary will be there too!" Lucy perks up.

"Your cousin Gary?"

Lucy nods enthusiastically. Gary is just as tall and lean as his father. Both him and Lucy have learned Brazilian Jiu Jitsu from Benny since they were kids.

"What movie are you watching?" Will grills some more after a moment of silence.

"The new horror movie that just came out," Lucy answers.

"What time is the movie?" Will quickly follows up.

"Dad!" she groans. You are now the one boring holes into Will with your eyes.

"How are you getting there?" you ask her.

"Liz is picking me up."

"What time will you be home?"

"I don't know. After the movies we were thinking of getting something to eat," she shrugs.

"Home by 10 or you're grounded," Will jumps in.

"That’s not fair! It's Saturday! Besides, the movie doesn't even start until 8!" Lucy shouts. “You’re ruining my social life!”

“Right now, you’re lucky you have one,” Will shoots back. “I can ground you right now, Luciana.”

You know Will is serious when he uses her government name.

“I’ll just sneak out through my bedroom window. Uncle Benny told me you used to do that to meet up with your girlfriend to smoke weed,” she crosses her arms and stands up a bit taller with her chin higher. She doesn’t quite meet her father’s height, but she might have a few more inches on her the next few years. She does have the stubbornness of her father though.

“Okay, I’m going to have to have a talk with your uncle. Also, do as I say, not as I do,” Will points his finger at her. “As long as you’re still living under my roof, you are not allowed to wear things like that, are we clear?”

You point your finger at Will, give him a stern look and shush him.

"Okay. Luce, sweetheart, this isn't something both your father and I are comfortable with you wearing," you tell her.

"Mom--"

"Why don't we maybe find something that we can all agree on?" you suggest.

"But--"

"This dress isn't completely out of the question yet. We can accessorize--"

"With sweatpants and a hoodie," Will jumps in.

You glare at Will and then shift your attention back to Lucy.

"Come on." You take Lucy's hand and guide her back upstairs.

*********

After finding a cute outfit you all can agree on, Lucy goes on her merry way. You all also agreed the curfew would be flexible as long as she checks in with you and Will on her whereabouts. You and Will are cuddling on the couch watching TV while sipping on some adult beverages. You can sense Will is still upset about what happened earlier.

“Babe, you need to let it go,” you tell him.

“Did you actually see what she was wearing? One wrong move and everyone can see everything!” Will huffs and shakes his head. “All those teenage boys, especially that troublemaker Jax is going to be eye-fucking her. And she was going to get away with not telling us.”

“Oh, please, like you didn’t eye-fuck girls and lie to your parents in high school?” you ask with a raised brow.

“You know what? I did. And that’s exactly why I am not a fan of what she was wearing,” Will says as a matter of factly.

“You didn’t have a problem when I wore that dress to our anniversary dinner a few years ago,” you mumble and then take a sip of your drink.

“Was that when you wore it?” he asks, genuinely not remembering.

“Yeah. You loved it so much you took it off of me so quickly,” you chuckle.

“If I wanted to rip that off you, I know what those other boys would think if they saw her in it.”

“Cut her some slack, okay? It’s not easy for girls, especially teenagers. She’s learning and figuring herself out. Her body is changing and then these hormones–”

“The hormones are exactly what’s the problem here,” Will says. “Teenagers don’t know what to do with them.”

“We have to learn to trust her. You can’t always be there to protect her. She’s not a little girl anymore. She’s turning eighteen next year,” you remind him. “The only thing we can do is do the best we can to prepare her for the world.”

Will grunts. You’re not sure if that was a grunt of agreement, but that’s what you’re going with.

“Besides, sometimes you don’t know what to do with your hormones either and you’re a grown ass man.” Your hand snakes down to his lap as you lean in to kiss him.

Suddenly, the front door opens and the two of you separate. You both look over and see Lucy walking in looking a bit defeated and surprisingly with Benny following behind her.

“What happened?” You ask with concern as you get up from the couch.

“Mom… I–” Lucy starts.

“Who hurt my little girl?” Will instantly stands up and puffs his chest out, getting in Captain mode.

Benny laughs.

“What’s so fucking funny? I also have a bone to pick with you,” Will points to Benny.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” you walk over to Lucy to embrace her.

“I’m fine, mom,” she sighs. “But I did something bad.”

You don’t even need to see or hear your husband. You can feel him seething from the other side of the room, expecting the worst.

“What happened?”

Benny laughs again, but even harder. Both you and Will eye Benny like he’s a lunatic.

Lucy takes a deep breath.

“There’s this boy I like–”

“It’s Jax, isn’t it?” Will interjects.

A simple glance at Will makes his jaw tick, but he reels it in.

“There’s this boy I like and I was just showing him this new jiu jitsu move Uncle Benny taught me but my skirt was too tight and I ended up slipping and kicking him in the balls really hard.” Lucy hangs her head in shame. “I think he hates me now.”

You try to hold back your laugh. Benny is belly-laughing at this point. He’s hunched over trying to catch his breath. Will simply smiles.

“It’s, it’s okay, sweetheart. I’m sure he’ll be alright,” you chuckle and then hold her. “But what’s Uncle Benny doing here?”

“I had called Uncle Benny to pick me up at the hospital because I didn’t want dad to cause a scene,” Lucy says into your shoulder. “I think I hurt him really bad.”

“Kid’s gonna learn what it’s like to get kicked in the balls eventually,” Benny adds.

Will is now laughing as he walks over to you and Lucy.

“My girl.” Will leans in to kiss the top of her head and then gently rubs it.

[rayslittlekitten]

Can't Take My Eyes Off You

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: So I've been thinking about how Will and his wife met and had heard "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" by Frankie Vallie (YT link below) and it sparked something.

Thank you @lovebarefootblonde and @carni-val for beta reading! Y'all are the best!

Word Count: ~1.9k

Pairing: Dad!Will x Wife F!Reader, Dad!Will & Daughter OC (Lucy)

Plot: Memory of when Will fell in love with you.

Contains: fluff, a squint of angst, the TF boys being goofy

Will was just hanging out with the boys at the local bar, having some drinks and shooting the shit. It was a rare time that all five of them were in town at the same time with Santiago and Frankie always traveling or working overseas. The group was hanging out by the end of the bar and Benny was eyeing a group of women at a nearby table. Santi made a bet to see who could take a girl home, or at the very least get a number. Benny and Santi were always so competitive and the beer and whiskey coursing through their blood just encouraged it. Meanwhile, Tom kept quiet and just watched. He's married with children but he felt confident he could still charm the ladies if he really wanted to. Frankie minded his own business shuffling through the jukebox to find a song after Benny hoarded it for an hour.

"I call the blonde," Benny said.

"I got the tall one," Santi followed.

"No way you can get the tall one," Tom scoffed. "She's way out of your league."

"Is that a challenge, Tom?" Santi asked.

"No, I'm just saying. Look at her," he gestured in the general direction of the group of women.

"Obviously, I am looking at her."

They noticed the women glancing over in their direction.

"You guys are so not subtle at all," Frankie chuckled as he made his way back to the group.

"What the hell is this shit?" Benny asked, pointing to the ceiling, as the sound of horns started filling the bar.

"It's called music, Benjamin," Frankie replied. "Frankie Valli is classic."

"So is Pantera and AC/DC!"

“I’m betting on Benny,” Will added, wagering on his brother. That was as far as he was participating. He could be competitive and would take up a challenge, but he didn't like to do it at the expense of a stranger, especially in situations like these. He didn't need to prove himself.

Will shifted his weight and took a step back to reposition himself and bumped into the person unknowingly standing behind him.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry," he quickly turned around to properly apologize.

“Smooth,” one of the other guys threw out.

Will saw you holding two full drinks that had spilled on you. He immediately grabbed some cocktail napkins as you put the glasses down back on the bar top and offered them to you.

"It's alright. It's just a small spill," you huffed. You took the napkins he offered and started cleaning your hands and dabbed your shirt.

"Thank you," you flipped your hair away from your face and looked up at him.

"You're–" Will stopped mid-sentence as soon as he locked eyes with you.

♪ You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off you ♪

He just continued to stare at you with his mouth still open, unable to speak. Probably not even breathing. He noticed the way the giant TV screen behind the bar highlighted your face.

"You're welcome," Santi jumped in. "Sorry about my friend here. He gets really shy around beautiful women," he winked at you and patted Will on the shoulder.

“Hi, I’m Santi and my friend here is William, but you can call him Will. Can he buy you another drink?” Santi asked.

"Thank you, but it's all good," you flashed them a smirk.

Will was still stunned. The corners of his lips turned up, copying yours.

♪ Pardon the way that I stare There's nothing else to compare The sight of you leaves me weak There are no words left to speak ♪

Santi nudged Will and he remembered to breathe. The other guys were snickering in the back.

"I-I'm sorry for being so rude," Will finally spat out. “I’m Will.” He placed his hand over his heart.

"I know. Your friend here introduced you," you chuckled. "I'm--" As you were about to introduce yourself, your friend joined in next to you.

"Hey! What's taking so long?" she asked and then glanced over at the group of men. "Are these guys bothering you?" she whispered to you.

"No, Will here just accidentally bumped into me and spilled a little bit of the drinks, but all is good," you told her.

“Nikki!" Frankie popped out from behind Will and Santi.

“Franklin! Oh my god! When did you get back?” your friend asked.

“Franklin?” Benny asked from the back.

The other guys turned to look at Frankie, with the exception of Will. His eyes and goofy smile remained on you, as yours did on him.

♪ But if you feel like I feel Please let me know that it's real You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you ♪

“It’s a nickname,” Frankie explained. “Why don't you two join us? We can catch up. Drinks are on him," he winked and pointed to Tom.

“Wait, what?” Tom panicked.

“Relax! I’m joking.” Frankie patted Tom’s shoulder.

Throughout the night, you and Will stole glances at each other. Not many words were exchanged except for awkward small talk. He wanted to say so many things to you though. For a man who had spoken to hundreds, maybe even thousands of strangers, he had a hard time holding a conversation with one person - you.

He hadn’t dated anyone in a while, not since he and his ex-fiance broke up. He took the time to work on himself and his PTSD. He didn’t want to put anyone else through what he did the last, and hopefully, the final time when he got triggered. It had been quite a few years, and he’d had a few female companions since then, but nothing serious. He wasn’t ready to bring someone new into his world, into what his mind went through and all the emotional baggage that came with him. He was still scared - or so he thought. One look at you and all those feelings instantly melted away.

It seemed very shallow going by looks alone, but he also believed in gut instincts and it told him you were someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Will was usually a very logical person, but he remembered when he asked Tom how he knew that Molly was the one right before Will proposed to his ex-fiance, Tom had simply told him, “You just know when you know. It’s just a feeling and you’ll know if she’s the right one.”

Despite having met you only a few hours ago, he just knew.

He needed to make a real move before the end of the night. He was used to rejection and wasn’t fazed by it, but a tiny part of him was more afraid of him messing it up if things went well. He had to try though or you’d become the one who got away.

Will noticed your drink was nearly done and asked if he could get you another.

“No, thanks. I’m good for the night. I’m actually Nikki’s ride so it’s best I stop here,” you replied.

“How about coffee? Do you like coffee?” Will asked.

“Yeah, I like coffee,” you tilted your head curiously. “But it’s not something I normally drink at night. I’m not even sure this place serves any.”

“Can I buy you a cup of coffee one day? I’m free tomorrow morning.” Will held his breath, waiting for you to answer.

“I’m so sorry, I'm actually not available,” you told him, slightly wincing.

“Oh…” Will’s disappointment showed on his face as it softened and his body slouched.

“But I’m available next weekend,” you added with a slight smirk.

Will’s frown instantly turned up after realizing what you did. He couldn’t hide how happy he was even if he tried.

♪ At long last, love has arrived And I thank God I'm alive You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off you ♪

******

There was a time where you couldn’t wait to get home to your family, but that had changed thanks to Will. You had to work late today and you hate doing that especially since it takes time away from spending it with Lucy, but honestly after you let Will back home, things are still tense so there’s a silver lining to working a few hours of overtime other than the extra money. As for Lucy, you know she’s in good hands with Will. You and Will may be working on your marriage, but you know Will is an excellent father. He loves and adores Lucy with all his heart and there is no one else you trust more to look after her.

You’re happy you finally made it home. You are so exhausted, it takes you a few tries to get the key into the lock. When you finally get the front door open, you can hear Lucy having a giggle fit and music playing. You kick your shoes off and leave your purse on the table nearby. You then head over to the living room where the music is coming from. When you reach it, you find Will holding Lucy at his hips and dancing with her, spinning around and dipping her. Lucy is laughing so hard and singing along to the song with Will where she knows the lyrics as he serenades her.

“I love you, baby!”

“I need you, baby!”

“I love you, baby!”

“Oh, pretty baby!”

“Baby, let me love youuuuu!”

That song always reminds you of the tall, blue-eyed goofy man you met at a random bar your friend dragged you to that one night. If anyone told you that night that you’re going to marry him and have his daughter one day, you would have laughed.

You can’t help but smile at the sight of them. Lucy’s laugh fills your heart with so much joy. You hate to admit that you also miss Will, but still resent him for what he’s put this family through. You know he’s really trying hard to fix everything, but you know it’s going to take effort from the both of you to do that.

“Mommy!” Lucy shouts when she spots you.

Will puts her down and she runs over to you.

“Hi, baby!” you greet her and she hugs you, wrapping her arms around your hips and pressing her face against your belly.

“Me and daddy saved you some fajitas,” she looks up at you.

“Thank you,” you lean down and kiss her forehead.

Will shuts the music off and walks over to you and Lucy.

“I’ll heat it up for you,” Will says.

“You don’t have to–” you start.

“You look like you had a long day. I’ll pour you a glass of wine too.” When Will walks up to you and kisses your temple, you instinctively lean into him. “Why don’t you get settled in?”

“Thank you,” you tell him.

Will simply smiles at you before heading off to the kitchen.

“Mommy, can I show you what I drew in class today?” Lucy pulls your attention back to her.

“Yes! I would love to see it!” you tell her and then she takes your hand to guide you to the living room.