Will's frustration when he mention about the times people would stare at Mia-😭 Imagine Mia going like "yeah so, that's my dad." to her friends/classmates, and Will is actually a handsome man in his own, so now they'll understand why Mia is such a pretty girl😂
You can't tell me Mia won't tease her father about her classmate saying he's handsome 🏃🏻♀️🙏🏻
Mia leans against the counter, idly twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she watches Will take his first sip of coffee. His usual grumpiness clings to him, but there’s always a sharpness beneath it, something alert, watchful.
“So,” she starts, voice light, teasing. “I think I might start walking home from school.”
Will doesn’t look up from his coffee. “No, you won’t.”
She ignores him. “It’s just getting unbearable, you know? Every day, the girls won’t shut up about you.”
That gets a reaction. His fingers tighten around the mug, but his expression stays neutral. “Mia.”
“I mean, honestly, they have no shame.” She lets out a dramatic sigh, tilting her head at him. “Do you know what Charlotte told me today?“ She makes a forced voice, "‘I think your dad is so hot. Like, unfairly hot. I would literally commit a crime just so he could put me in handcuffs.’”
Will finally looks up, jaw tensing. “Jesus Christ.”
Mia grins. “I told you…No shame. And then Emma goes, ‘Do you think he’d let me call him Daddy?’”
Will’s face twitches—something dark, unreadable flickering across it before he scoffs, shaking his head. “That’s disgusting.”
Mia just shrugs. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I told them all you’re emotionally unavailable and impossible to live with.”
“I am emotionally unavailable and impossible to live with.”
“Yeah, but that probably made it worse, though. You know how girls are about the whole damaged and brooding thing.”
Will exhales sharply through his nose.
She leans in slightly. “And now they’re all begging to have a sleepover at our house. I think we might need to move away, change our names—”
“Enough,” he interrupts, but there’s something else in his voice now, something amused. He shakes his head, looking at her with that expression she knows too well—half exasperated, half entertained. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“I am enjoying it,” she admits. “Because it’s funny. And also because you’re not arguing about it.”
He raises an eyebrow. “About what?”
“That you’re hot.”
A slow, knowing smirk tugs at his lips. It’s brief, but she catches it. “Let them think I’m hot, so what?”
Mia gasps in mock offense. “Criminal—”
Will steps closer. His voice drops lower, quieter. “Maybe you should put me in handcuffs.”
The way he says it makes something curl in her stomach, warm and electric. Her breath hitches slightly, but she masks it with a roll of her eyes, forcing herself to scoff. “Shut the fuck up, get away.”
Will just smirks again, tilting his head as he studies her. “Don’t start games you’re too afraid to play, Mia.”
Mia huffs, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and biting into it just so she has something to do. “Whatever. Just know if one of my friends breaks into our house one night, it’s your fault.”
“I’ll be sure to lock the doors.”
Mia narrows her eyes at him but doesn’t push further.
I headcanon Mia stopped bringing friends over because they'd all get crushes on Will lol
Mia stands at the door, her lips stretched into a tight, artificial smile as her friend waves goodbye. “Bye! Text me when you get home,” she chirps, voice dripping with fake sweetness.
The second the door clicks shut, her whole face drops. She exhales sharply, rolling her eyes as she turns around.
Will, still lounging in his chair, watches her with vague amusement.
She strides past him, arms crossing tight over her chest, face set like stone.
His eyes follow her. “Something wrong?”
“No,” she snaps, too quickly.
Will tilts his head, smirking. “Mia.”
She doesn’t stop, doesn’t turn.
“Mia.” His voice is lower this time, coaxing.
She lets out a sharp sigh, halting mid-step. Her fingers twitch at her sides, like she’s debating whether or not to say it. Then, finally, she whirls around, eyes narrowed.
“You know. It’s really weird when you flirt with my friends.”
Will blinks. Then, he scoffs, shaking his head. “I wasn’t flirting, are you insane?.”
Mia glares.
He leans back in his chair, sighing like this conversation is exhausting. “I was being polite, stop being crazy.”
She lets out a humorless laugh. “Polite? She was practically melting every time you so much as looked at her, and you knew it.” She narrows her eyes, voice dropping slightly. “You liked it.”
His brows lift, like the accusation is absurd. “That’s ridiculous. And weird.”
“Is it?” she challenges, stepping closer now. “You know when people are reacting to you. You love acting like you don’t, but you do.”
Will shakes his head, exhaling through his nose. “You’re overreacting.”
Mia crosses her arms tighter, fingers digging into her sides. “You think I don’t notice? The way you look at them, just enough to keep them hooked? The way you smirk when they get all shy and giggly? It’s disgusting.”
He laughs, low and quiet. “I think someone’s jealous.”
Mia’s glare sharpens. “I’m grossed out, not jealous.”
“Oh, of course not,” Will says, still smirking.
She clenches her jaw. “You know what? Forget it.” She turns to leave.
But before she can, Will grabs her wrist, stopping her. His grip is firm but not forceful. When she meets his eyes, they’ve lost their teasing edge. His voice is quieter now, measured. “Mia.”
She doesn’t pull away, but she doesn’t soften either.
He watches her for a moment, then tugs her just slightly closer, enough that the tension shifts into something heavier. “I don’t care about your friends,” he says, voice smooth, deliberate. “You know that.”
Mia stays silent, staring at him.
He tilts his head. “You don’t have to throw a tantrum every time someone looks at me.”
She scoffs, ripping her arm from his grasp.
The daddy content is offering me a healing vessel, thank you so much!
We’re a kink friendly zone <3
I now headcanon Mia putting any kind of outfits and then asks Will what he thinks of them just to get a reaction from him🤔
Mia stepped into the living room, arms stretched out as if presenting herself on a stage. “Okay, what about this one?” She twirled in place, letting the short black dress she’d pulled from the depths of her closet flare slightly around her thighs. “Be honest.”
Will barely glanced up from where he was sitting, one hand absently rubbing at his jaw. “Too much.”
“Too much what?” She planted a hand on her hip.
He gave a dry, unimpressed look. “Too much you thinking you can walk out of this house wearing that.”
Mia groaned, spinning on her heel to disappear back into her room. A minute later, she was back, now in a fitted red dress, the kind that hugged every curve. She leaned against the doorframe with a slow smile, watching his reaction.
Will inhaled through his nose and exhaled slowly. “You look like trouble.”
“That’s not an answer.”
She clicked her tongue and turned away again.
The next outfit was a top and a short skirt. She came out with a faux-innocent look. “This better?”
Will scoffed. “Now you just look like you’re trying to piss me off.”
Mia grinned. “I’m just showing you what I got. Why do you care so much?”
He rubbed a hand down his face. “I care that you don’t get ideas. Or worse, give other people ideas.”
She tilted her head, enjoying the way his fingers tensed against his knee. “Daddy,” she sighed theatrically, “if you’re so worried about what people might think, maybe you should stop looking at me like that.”
A long, suffocating silence stretched between them. Will’s jaw locked, but Mia could see the way his throat worked as he swallowed, how his fingers flexed like he was resisting the urge to grip something—anything.
Then he let out a slow breath, shaking his head. “Go change, Mia.”
She lingered just a little longer, watching him.
Finally, she sighed dramatically and turned back toward her room. “Fine. But you’re exhausting, you know that?”
His voice followed her as she walked away. “Right back at you, kid.”
ohh my, I wonder what’s the most uncomfortable moment they’ve ever had together? and does Mia ever test Will in front of other people, or is it something private?
It was the kind of night that invited indulgence, that slurred time into something thick and honeyed. The bar was dim, the amber light pooling in glasses, the low murmur of voices punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter. Mia, draped over the back of his chair, her chin on his shoulder, fingers idly toying with the collar of his shirt. And Will, weary, indulgent, letting her exist in his space as she always had.
A stranger, faceless in the recollection, reeking of whiskey and cheap bravado, clapped Will on the back, grinning with the familiarity of drunks. “Lucky bastard,” he slurred. “Snatched up a damn nymph, didn’t you?”
It was as if the world shifted, tilted, and Will was suddenly seeing himself through someone else’s eyes. Not as a guardian, not as a man whose hands had spent years pulling her out of nightmares and wiping her tears, but as him, the stranger, the lecher. The weight of her against his back, the way she curled around him, it was nothing new. It was familiar, comfortable. But suddenly, it was wrong. And the worst part, the most unbearable part, was the question that struck him like a knife between the ribs:
Did she see him like that too?
His stomach churned, nausea creeping up his throat. He wanted to peel her off of him, to shake off the sickly film of implication that coated his skin. But when he turned to her, she was already watching him, head tilted, that unreadable little smile playing on her lips.
And he, coward that he was, said nothing.
Mia’s most uncomfortable moment probably came in their home, in the thick, suffocating heat of a night. There was this sudden warmth seeping through cotton, the acrid scent already filling the room. A moment of disbelief, then horror, her body betraying her, reducing her to something helpless, infantile.
She sat frozen in the dark, throat closing up, humiliation burning her cheeks.
She looked like she wanted to disappear, to fold into herself like paper. Instead, she clenched her jaw, fists gripping the sheets as she spat, “Don’t. Don’t say anything.”
But Will, of course, didn’t. He simply leaned in, dropping a kiss on her forehead with the slow patience of a man approaching something skittish. He did not wince at the scent, or said anything other than “this is normal, it can happen”.
About testing: Mia had always been a little monster. A beautiful one, a clever one, but a monster nonetheless. She understood things before she should have, learned how to wield them before she had any business doing so.
She knew her friends watched him, whispered about him behind cupped hands, giggled when he passed by. He’s so hot. Your dad is so hot. She would roll her eyes, scoff, play at being annoyed. But then she would perform.
Drinking from his glass just to watch their eyes widen, their glances flicker between them. Sitting too close, draping herself over him, all casual, all innocent. A hand on his arm, a playful tug at his sleeve, a whine curling in her voice when she called his name. And Will, who knew, who always knew, would stiffen—just slightly, just enough for her to feel it.
She had the power to make them jealous, to make them envious. And she wielded it with a wicked little grin, with the knowledge that she could push, and push, and push—
And he would let her.