i beg of you please write a francis fic i dont care what happens in it i just need more fics about him 🙏🙏
Come Away With Me (Francis Wilkerson x Reader)
summary: francis leaves you high and dry on the night he comes home, and is desperate to make up for it.
c/w: many film references, and a little bit of cheesy francis! it gets better at the end + i don't have time to capitalize or work on anything…
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you and francis became the epitome of teenage love right after he asked you out, with mere days before he had to head back to alabama.
each and every time he came back into town he promised you a date, or what he'd suggest the ‘best night of our lives’
whether it was finding yourselves in the middle of the park, or dine & dashing the fancy restaurants downtown, you never failed to be more than head over heels for the boy.
however, this months visit backfired in both of your faces.
he didn't come sneak through your window to fall into your loving arms, being doted with kisses. he rather went out with richie, completely leaving you high and dry.
at first, you thought it was lois holding him back, they always were nagging eachother about something. but the night dragged on with no sight of francis in your room, with that twinkle of excitement in his eyes that shot butterflies through your stomach.
you were so pathetically desperate to see him that you snuck through his bedroom window, hoping to not disturb the boys.
but to no surprise, he was gone, and all three of the remaining brothers were up.
"where's francis?" you looked between them, fidgeting with the zipper of your jacket.
malcolm glanced up at you, disappointment in his eyes. "he took off with richie, i told him you'd come looking for him. but y'know how he is with richie."
"well, whenever he chooses to come home, tell him i said to get bent." you scoff, tone bitter.
but you couldn't just leave the boys without giving them a kiss on the head.
once you got to dewey he clings to your leg tightly, nearly cutting off your circulation.
you sigh, as reese smacks him in the head with a inflatable bat, eventually depleting his grasp.
"dewey, its gonna be fine. you know i always come back." you laugh, fluffing out his dirty blonde hair, heading towards the window.
malcolm gave you a knowing nod goodbye, clearly you were hurt, and extremely pissed.
once you got home, you sprawled out across your sheets, trying to decide on you first words to francis when you see him.
you could totally berate him on the spot, or even better, play the silent game.
silence sounding more appealing. after all, he'll go nuts if you don't give him a slight idea of your feelings.
eventually your disappointment wore you out, lulling you straight to sleep. it was a windy night and each time the curtains shuffled an eye would always open.
but he was out there, somewhere, in that wind. either partying, or sitting in the police station as they crack open his infinite file.
by morning you woke up with that same pang of dismay in your heart. down the hallway you caught your father in the middle of wrangling your cat, nadia.
nadia had become your lifeline, the only other girl in your life after residing with your dad.
"you bite me again and i swear to- oh! hi, honey." your father shot you a tired half-grin. nadia didn't let up when it came to him, choosing to make his life a living hell.
your eyes flicker down to where nadia's rubbing against your leg, acting like a totally different cat than how she was five seconds ago.
"you have plans with francis today, i'm assuming?" he questions, sprinkling cat nip across the floor.
your eyebrows furrow together, now reminded of how incredibly pissed you are with francis. "that's bold of you to assume, i'm going to.." you pause. "watch the boys."
"oh yeah?" he dismisses your argument, grasping onto the counter to ease him back up off the floor. "where are lois and hal headed tonight? didn't invite me."
the thin line you pressed your lips into to repress the urge to snap at your father slapped you right back in the face. "i don't know! and i don't care, i'll see you tonight." you raised your voice, wincing at the expression on his face.
your father has to be the most accepting man in the world. you want to stay out an hour past curfew? - you've got it. you bought your own ticket to fly out with lois to see francis? - be careful is all he'd say in return.
snapping at him hurt not only him, but also you. he's too kind for his own good, he sees the good in everything.. while you see the truth.
"oh, okay, sweetheart. don't forget your jacket." he muttered gently, handing you the grey zip-up.
you sigh, releasing all the tension you've been holding. "i'm sorry. that was totally uncalled for of me, i'll be home for survivor?"
his eyes lit up with excitement. "great! love you."
"love you too." you called out, shutting the door behind you, walking down the frosted sidewalk, stepping over thick puddles.
soon enough you made it to the wilkerson's, walking in on complete chaos. lois, for one, doing laundry topless, while the rest of the boys fight over the channels.
"hi honey, francis is.. somewhere." she purses her lips, holding the phone in one hand while carrying piles of freshly folded laundry.
you nod slowly, doing an attentive once-over of the entire house, finding francis stumbling out of the bathroom with his eyes covered.
"jesus, mom!" he shouts, his dirty blonde hair, still frizzy from sleep, catching your eye.
why is it so hard to not love him? — you continuously wonder, scooting in next to the three younger boys on the sofa.
"i had five popsicles this morning, and then i dropped two.. and-" dewey tugs on your arm, curled up on the side of you.
reese groans. "leave her alone dewey! everybody's sick of hearing your stupid story."
and he's not wrong. you've heard the popsicle story more times than you can count, but his sweet little face draws you right back into curiosity.
"it's fine, reese." you grin, crossing your legs as you listen to the youngest one talk your ear off.
a cold breeze of air drifts by you, — francis. he probably got your message, along with a million extra things from the boys last night.
it's not like it was an unreasonable get-back, he left you hanging the entire night, up to a bunch of bullshit with richie.
however so, he tapped your shoulder, willing to talk about it. but you remembered the vow you set with yourself last night, silence.
"dewey, did you do that?" you questioned, glancing around, careful to not make eye contact with francis.
the boy frowned, and before he could answer, reese and malcolm were already taunting him about whatever he was accused of.
"did not!" he shouted, beginning to whine to his older brothers.
"did too!" reese mocked his tone.
francis took a seat on the coffee table, bouncing his leg up and down as he can't handle being ignored, especially by you.
the younger boys wrestled while you continue to watch tv, absent minded to francis' desperate eyes on you.
and this continued on through the entire day.
you got up to get a drink, rummaging through the refrigerator. each brother taking down all the good stuff the second it's brought home. leaving you with what you hope is lemonade, the yellow juice in the pitcher holding many potential pranks.
as you turn around, francis is at your back with that same look of desperation. "hey?" he mutters, poking your shoulder nervously.
silent treatment. — you pour whatever is in the pitcher into a glass, completely dismissing his presence beside you.
"okay, this has gone too far. i exist, y'know? im trying to apologize, and you're acting like i'm invisible." he groans against the counter top, holding the glass you just grabbed.
"you want this, don't you?" he waves the cup around, the juice splashing onto the kitchen tiles.
but you hold onto your decision, shrugging it off and walking back to the sofa. as he's absolutely helpless now, just as pathetic as you thought you were last night.
"hey wait— but i-" he sighs heavily, dropping the glass back into the piles of dishes in the sink.
you chose to stick around for dinner, mainly because lois is making spaghetti with reese working on the sauce.
once dinner was served, francis stared you down, playing with his food as hunger is his least concern.
"francis, quit that, that food could've been served to the starving children, and you're treating it like a toy?" lois rambles on, each boy rolling their eyes.
he places his fork down onto the full plate, "life is cruel." he grumbles underneath his breath.
"what?" lois raises an eyebrow, francis can be oddly discreet, but his desperation for the one he loves is just like his fathers. loud.
you glance between them, as francis stays silent.
"great dinner, the sauce was amazing, reese." you nudge the boy next to you, as a dorky grin spreads across his face.
"i better get home, my dads waiting on me. thank you, lois." you rinse your plate off in the sink, brushing past francis' shoulder against the chair.
you let yourself out the front door, satisfied with the disappointment you inflicted on the boy. it couldn't have gone better, he totally deserved it.
back inside the house, hal frowned at francis' still body in the chair. "you're supposed to walk her out, son."
lois nods in agreement. "yeah, francis, doesn't military school teach common chivalry?"
"they're fighting! she told him to 'get bent' so francis is upset." dewey sputters out, incapable of keeping the secret each brother vowed to save.
malcolm covers his little brothers mouth, while reese kicks his leg from underneath the table. but none of that helped as francis sunk lower into the creaky wooden chair.
"what did you do to her?" lois frowned, sticking a finger out at her son.
francis scoffed. "you are so quick to assume that i did something! that's so typical of you mom."
she sighed. "well did you do something?"
"yeah.." he winced, bracing for his mothers disappointment.
and after a long twenty-minute lecture on how to treat a girl to each boy, they were all sent to bed, and francis scolded on not apologizing.
the younger brothers climbed into their beds, watching francis zip up his jacket, stuffing cash into his pockets.
"where are you going?" malcolm lifted his head, upset that his big brother is going to disappear for the second night in a row.
francis slid open the window, glancing back at all three of them. "i'm gonna go apologize.. and none of you will say a word to mom about this. she will not know that i caved, alright?"
each of them nod, as malcolm sighs in relief. "okay, okay." he gives a thumbs up, watching francis slip out the window and vanish into the dark winters night.
you were sprawled out on the couch, snacking on a bowl of popcorn. separate from your father, of course, because the two of you spent so much time at the movies as you grew up that you hogged each others popcorn.
in between commercial breaks, you swore you heard gentle knocks. "did you hear that?"
your father glances around the windows, unable to see a silhouette. "probably just the wind, honey. the commercial's are over." he snaps his fingers towards the tv eagerly.
despite the continuous distant knocks you heard, survivor was ultimately more investing.
when the airing ended, you escaped to your room just in time before your father could begin a debrief of the episode. however, you walked into a situation too hard to ignore again.
there francis was his face pressed against your window desperately, hands grasping onto the sill. he must've been out there freezing the entire episode.
"francis? what're you-why?" you slide open your window, looking down at him like he's absolutely insane.
but more so, he's just insanely crazy for you.
he urged you to come outside silently, his palm waiting to gracefully assist you down.
you took the offer, feet landing onto the dewy grass, and he let out a sigh of relief.
"sitting at your window for half an hour is all it took for you to talk to me again?" he snorts, a smirk sneaking onto his face.
you cross your arms, scoffing. "get to the point, you ass.
"it was idiotic of me to waste my time with richie, he took me dumpster diving. i mean, what was i thinking?" he frowned, hitting himself with his own words.
"this is my one chance to spend time with you, and i ended up stuck in heaps of trash all night. but tonight, tonight i'm going to make it all up to you."
you hold back a grin, butterflies beginning to swarm around your stomach. your cheeks felt warm, head fuzzy, and eyes stuck on his.
francis sighs. "i know i say each time that it'll be the best time of our lives, but this time, i think that's completely true."
"i'm not gonna spoil my plans, but i need to know if you're in." he raises his eyebrows, shifting around on his feet almost impatiently as he pauses.
the grin you've kept back spews out, your cheeks lifting to your eyes. "i'm in." you grasp onto his hand, happy with him just dragging you anywhere.
"swear?" one of his eyes crinkle in suspicion.
you roll your eyes jokingly, he always has to be so sure about everything. "you're gonna ruin this."
both of you wander past the trees, finding your way out to the sidewalk. but the further you walk down, the more inquisitive you become.
"so.. where's the car? i mean, for the best night of our lives.. you snagged the car, right?" you stop in your tracks, glancing up at his guilty eyes.
he looks around the roadway, "uhm.. where we're going we don't need roads?" he gives you a cheesy smile.
"don't quote back to the future to me, fran." you sigh, you knew that trilogy like the back of your hand.
"fine, we're walking. and before you tell me i didn't think this through, i did, to an extent." he shrugs, trying to get your feet moving across the pavement again.
you groan dramatically. "i don't know how far we're going! what if my legs give out and we haven't even gotten there yet?"
"then i'll carry you." he nods, satisfied with his idea.
heat rises across your cheeks again, even through the dark of the night, anyone could see the pink aura.
in the span of three hours, the two of you went to the diner on fourth street, managed to make it into the record store downtown ten minutes before it closed, and ended your night strolling through the 'makeout park’.
most people would go there for its intended purpose, but the two of you went there just to make theories about the couples.
and as much as you tried to power through the pain in the bottom of your feet, francis ended up carrying you home.
"you're so beautiful.. and fragile." he murmurs into your ear, as if it's a privilege to hold you and serve you in such a vulnerable state.
you cooed at his words, tucking your head beneath his chin. you could feel his heartbeat while against his chest, steady, unless you moved in the slightest.
soon enough, one of the sweetest nights of your life was over with. he helped you back up into your window, your foot on his calloused hand.
he wanted to stay with you, wrap his arms around your waist and pepper your face with kisses.
but he can't. he's been gone four hours, the boys can't cover for him forever.
"i love you." he tries to reach himself up to give you a kiss, only succeeding with a peck.
the best part is, he can make it all up to you tomorrow.
"i love you more, you dork." you laugh, waving goodbye to him as he walks backwards to keep his eyes on you.
you could slap him in the face right now, and he would gaze back at you like you hung the moon.
regardless, you would come away with him no matter what. he is your knight in shining armor, prepared to swoop in and save you at any time.
and though his silhouette fades down the sidewalk, nothing can wipe the smile off of your face.
that's just the francis effect.
a/n: reeselings wants more francis content so i attempt to deliver 🥹🥹
