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theunbearableweightofpedropascal · 2 months

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Be my Baby chp.7

Warnings: (angsty, mentions of excessive drug use, mentions of death,

A/N: Sorry for any mistakes, enjoy tho😁

Word Count: 3.5k

Frankie knows what happened was more of a reflection of Maria but it still doesn’t stop the nagging in his head. His PTSD was part of why he started using but to say it was the only thing would be using it like a crutch. The truth is anyone could become an addict given the right circumstances.

When you mix an unstable man from Delta Force with unresolved trauma and throw him into civilian life, it was no surprise what happened. His co-workers used it to stay on top while in flight, a little bump here and there couldn’t hurt. At least that’s how they reeled him in. Everything was fine at first, he was even the favorite pilot among his tours.

Every rose has its thorn, and Frankie’s appetite grew for the powdery substance. Soon enough any chance he got he would find himself inhaling it. In the bathroom at work, in his car, he’d even sneak off during family gatherings. Rock bottom hit was close when he woke up at his dealer's house and he didn’t know how long he’d been knocked out.

It got worse though during a tour, he nearly overdosed and luckily his co-pilot was able to save face by pretending it was a seizure. That was as much luck as he would get because an investigation was launched after that incident. Frankie knew the moment he peed in that cup he was going to get his license revoked so he kept going since there was no point in stopping. For the first time since before the army, his mind was clear.

Plus he had savings so Maria wouldn’t notice anything amiss. She could see for months something was different but it was like the old Frankie was back, so she let it slide. It wasn’t until she got a call from the licensing board about a hearing for her husband that she started doubting him.

There was nothing more they valued than privacy but clearly, he had taken his too far. She opened his mail to find a drug test that was positive for cocaine with an attached termination letter. That night he came home to find his shit on the lawn he knew Maria found out. He banged on the door all night trying to plead with her but she, rightfully, told him to get help. Instead, he stumbled around the lawn for a few boxers and shirts before heading to his mother’s.

But the moment he found out Maria was pregnant he knew he had to work on getting better. Rosie was the bright spot in his suffering and she didn’t even know it. Maria let him have a picture of her sonogram and he made 3 copies. One for his wallet so he could take her everywhere, one for his room in rehab, and one for his car where he would use. Used to use.

The first time he saw Rosie he was a year sober and she was four months. He had worked hard to be there and show up for both of his girls, starting with finding a stable job. Finally, he earned himself a good spot in his life and was working towards getting his license back. Then, a year later Santiago gave him a deal he thought he couldn’t refuse. So Frankie risked his standing for the greater good.

However, nothing was good about how they left Colombia, missing their leader and the money. When Frankie came back empty-handed he’ll never forget the look on Maria's face, and even now he could understand. There were too many disappointments under his belt after promises of a follow-through. Truthfully deep down they knew the marriage was over when he returned to get the money.

Maybe if he’d returned with the money the first time he and Maria wouldn’t have ended up here. Maybe if he wasn’t so flighty he could have been more stable. Maybe if he never joined the fucking army. All those what-ifs and yet if he changed any of those he wouldn’t have met you.

His self-reflection was interrupted by Rosie asking him for an orange crayon. Santiago’s dining table is covered in crayons and colored pencils while the three of them color. Except Frankie’s is only half-finished. For the past week, Frankie’s been staying with Santi at his insistence and since he took Rosie with him he’s been fielding calls from Maria.

He knew he should be more mature but the fact that she pawned their daughter off, knowing she was sick, so she could meet with Chris made his stomach turn. It’s one thing for her to brush him off but he had to draw the line at his baby, so he finally made an appointment with a divorce lawyer.

The faraway look in Frankie’s eyes worried Santiago, this whole week Catfish avoided talking to him without Rosie present.

“Fish?” Frankie flicked his eyes towards Santiago who nodded his head in the direction of the kitchen before getting up to walk there. Blindly, Frankie follows his friend knowing he’s about to get cornered.

“How are you?” To anyone else, that question sounds loaded but Frankie knew it was an opening. As he thought of what to begin with he fiddled with his fingernails.

“It’s one thing to blow me off, but I refuse to subject my daughter to that kind of environment.” His teeth grit in anger the more he thinks about the situation. “I made an appointment with a divorce attorney.”

“And you’re sure that’s something you want?” Although Santi wanted to jump for joy when he heard “divorce attorney”, at the end of the day it’s Frankie’s decision.

“Don’t act like you’re not planning a party in your head right now.” A small smile graces Frankie’s face for the first time since the incident.

“Of course I am but the important part is that it’s what you want.” At the end of the day, the most important thing was Frankie’s happiness.

“It’s a long time coming, the only person deluding themselves was me?” Frankie scoffs at his naivety.

“Have you talked to your girl?” After the fiasco, Santi was so busy tending to Frankie that he didn’t realize that you had left.

“No.” When Frankie turned away from you that day it was out of self-preservation. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you, fearing the expression on your face.

Will told him what you said and he couldn’t understand what good he’d done to meet someone like you. Still, he wasn’t ready to face you since his darkest secret was told before he was ready to tell you.

Although you said you didn’t think less of him, it was hard for him to believe it.

“Fish I don’t like telling you what to do,” The raised eyebrow Frankie sent him made him pause before continuing. “But that girl cares about you and I don’t think you should let that go because of Maria’s fucked up idea of revenge.”

Frankie angles his head to the ground in thought and Santi exits the kitchen to give him time to process. As much as he hates it his best friend is right. He just didn’t expect to have that conversation so early, but at the same time he misses you. Your smile, your laugh, and the way you say his name.

On his way to the bedroom, he presses a kiss on Rosie’s forehead only for her to swat him away. His phone sits on the dresser charging and he approaches carefully. First, he checks through Maria’s messages which range from begging for reconciliation to anger about Rosie being kept from her. He can admit he went overboard so he begins drafting a text to set up a pick-up time.

Despite saying you would let him come to you you still sent three messages and his heart pounds as he opens the thread.

Whenever you’re ready to talk lmk.

I miss you.

Ameilia asked about you today.

Like always you manage to bring a smile to his face, but it’s wiped away when Maria replies she’s free today. Against his wants, he begins packing Rosie’s bag for the next few days. When he emerges from the back of the house to tell her she’s running to grab some of her loose toys.

“I’ll be back,” Frankie turns to Santiago before fishing his keys off the hook and hauling Rosie out of the door.

…………….

Despite her protests, Frankie insisted on a neutral pick-up place and the park down the road from Santi’s was perfect. He placed Rosie’s favorite song on and laid his head back on the headrest, willing himself to stay calm. The disappointment he felt with Maria was immeasurable, she didn’t even know if Rosie was awake.

Three taps sounded themselves on the passenger window and the pit in Frankie’s stomach grew. He thought he was immune to some of Maria’s harsh words but it seems he still had his soft spots.

“Mommy!” Rosie’s excitement jolts him back to reality and he unlocks the car for her.

Thankfully Maria goes straight to collecting Rosie’s things before unbuckling her. After two more trips between cars, she realizes there’s nothing left for her to collect but she hesitates. Frankie keeps his eyes forward, hoping she’ll ignore him like she has the past few months.

“I fucked up,” She clears her throat before continuing. “And I took it out on you, I just wasn’t prepared to see you move on.”

“But it was fine for you to?” Frankie glances back to find her head hung while she holds one of Rosie’s plushies.

“I’m sorry, I wanted you to feel miserable and hurt like I was but you didn’t do that intentionally.” Frankie’s eyes sting at the revelation, they weren’t lying when they said the truth hurts.

“All that matters is that we’re cordial for Rosie’s sake.” With that, both knew the conversation was over.

The sound of the door shutting felt more impactful than it should’ve been. Their relationship as they knew it had come to an end after a long, bitter stretch. Frankie rested his head against the steering wheel after watching them pull off. He finally took off Rosie’s song and switched back to radio, and your song was playing.

He was going to drive off but stays parked and softly sings the song to himself as he thinks of you. Somehow he knows you wouldn’t hold it against him and you’d listen. Will ended up telling him what you said and that you didn’t want to leave, as if he deserved it. You should’ve never been put in that situation with Maria.

His phone sits in the cupholder beckoning him to contact you and he finally listens. The dial tone rings and it doesn’t take more than a few seconds before it stops. It seems neither of you was prepared because there is silence on both ends.

“Hello,” Luckily Frankie’s voice didn’t crack like he believed it would.

“Hi,” You breathe into the phone thinking anything louder would scare him away.

“I’m sorry for the radio silence I ju-” His explanation is cut short by your sweet voice.

“Don’t apologize, I understand,” You realize your mistake and immediately fumble over your words. “I mean I don’t understand but I’m sure you needed your space to process.”

A laugh sounds from Frankie’s end and you pull your phone away to double-check it’s coming from him.

“I know what you meant but thank you for the clarification.” He rubs at his beard before asking, “Are you free anytime today? To talk?”

“I’m free all day today. Did you want to come over?” The hopeful tone of your voice has guilt flooding through him for putting this off.

“How does in an hour sound?” He asks wanting to see you as soon as possible after hearing your voice.

“Perfect.” After your confirmation, you bid each other goodbye.

With some weight off his shoulders, Frankie pulls out of the parking lot to head back to Santi’s. The second he came through the door he headed to his room to get in the shower. He takes extra time to tend to his hair which he’d neglected all week. In the mirror, he trims his beard slightly and puts mousse in his curls to keep the shape.

For his outfit, he sticks to his regular flannel and jeans. By the time he comes out to the living area again Pope is camped out in front of the TV. Despite hearing the shower and seeing the pep in his friend’s step he still asked, “You look nice, where you off to?”

The smirk playing on his face was annoying but Frankie begrudgingly answered he was going to your place.

……………

You were running around your house picking up stray messes that you promised you’d get to later. There were already a few candles lit to help with comfort as well as smell. You decide that your twilight t-shirt and sweatshorts would just have to do. Before you can think about if you should order food your doorbell sounds and for a couple of seconds you’re frozen in place. With a shake of your head, you smooth out your clothes and double-check that your braids aren’t too frizzy.

A deep breath attempts to quell your racing heart. Even though it’s only been a week the situation makes it feel longer. Your hand pulls the door back to reveal Frankie with his hands in his pockets surveying the front porch. His eyes flick to yours and you feel the unease radiating off of him.

“We aren’t gonna talk like this are we?” You chance a joke and it pays off when he smiles before stepping into your foyer.

When you turn back around after closing the door Frankie envelopes you in a hug. Suddenly you smell the fresh soap and warmth wafting off of him. All you can do is close your eyes and hug his waist tighter.

“M’sorry,” He cradles his face to your neck before breathing in.

“I already told you there’s nothing for you to apologize for.” Your hands rub comforting circles on his lower back.

Without replying Frankie pulls back and searches your face for something you’re unsure of. You unwrap your arms from his waist and circle them to his chest.

“You want me to put on some tea?” As much as you’d love to remain in his arms all day; there was a conversation to be had.

“I think we should talk first.” You nod and take his hand to lead him to the living room.

You wait until he sits down before joining him on your couch, the same one you two ate on not too long ago. His hand is scratching at the curls by his neck while you face your body toward him. There’s a hesitation that you pick up on so you make the first move.

“Before you start I never thought any less of you.” You reach out to touch the hand in his lap. “We all have our personal shit and I don’t think it was fair that you didn’t tell me yourself.”

“Will told me what you said,” The hand behind his head now covers yours while he gazes in your eyes. “I was embarrassed and Rosie could’ve heard, she’s why I turned it all around anyway.”

You remain silent and nod your head so he can take over. He tells you how he enlisted straight out of high school thinking there was nothing better for him. Somehow he ended up meeting his best friends, and he talks about the mysterious remaining member of their photo. Tom was their leader and unofficial mentor.

As much as he tried to help Frankie with his PTSD when he got out Tom had a family of his own. You notice the past-tense referral and your heart aches for him. He met Maria and he thought he finally had it under control, but then came the night terrors. When he would wake at night screaming like he was deployed, she would hold him. Their relationship was so gentle and caring.

He recalls when his co-worker gave him his first bump, promising him it would help keep you alert. Everything was fine until it wasn’t, he started fucking up at his job so they called for a test. He thought that he could keep it under wraps and live off their savings in the meantime. But his habit was expensive and Maria found his summons and kicked him out.

Frankie has tears rimming his eyes so you squeeze his hand urging him to continue at his pace. When he does he talks about how Rosie was his savior. From the moment he found out about her he pushed himself to do better so he could be in her life. And he did put himself in a rehab program and kept her sonogram as a reminder.

The first time he got to hold Rosie was the best day of his life. Tears finally find their way down his face and you waste no time wiping them away. He leans into your touch and you feel tears pricking the back of your eyes.

He softly reminisces on how he slowly worked his way back to his family. But Satiago delivered an offer he couldn’t refuse, and he stupidly took it. They all did. On the mission, things went south and they lost Tom, Frankie leans in to hold you while crying. All you hear is the repeated words “We lost him.” Now you can’t hold back the stray tears falling from your face.

Quickly you begin running your fingers through his hair and scratching at his scalp to soothe him. After a few moments, his chest slows its breathing but he doesn’t move from your shoulder. He tells you the nail in the coffin was when he returned with none of the money promised. Although they were together he could feel the distance between them.

He states that Santi came back and they knew what not to do this time, so it was a sure thing. Against his better judgment, Frankie believed the money would help in the long run so he left, again. However by the time he came back with the money Maria had mentally checked out and he didn’t blame her.

You take a deep breath and let the information he gave you marinate while you continue soothing him.

“I know that was a lot,” He leans back enough to look at you but doesn’t fully leave your presence. The puffiness surrounding his red eyes tugs at your heart and you want to pull him back in your arms.

“I love that you trusted me enough to tell me.” A smile cracks your face at how much trust he’s putting into you.

“I love you.” As soon as the words leave his mouth he regrets it, not because he didn't mean it but because he fears he might’ve scared you off. It just felt natural for those words to come out.

Your heart begins racing once more and you wonder if he can hear the effect he has on you. He stiffens in your arms and you ask him, “Do you mean it?”

He pulls back from you almost offended before declaring, “Of course I do.”

“I love you, Francisco.” The hazy look in his eyes, after you say those words back to him, makes your stomach flutter. He glances down at your lips while leaning in but you meet him halfway. The moment your lips touch it’s like you’re making up for lost time, you taste the saltiness from his tears.

Very quickly you feel Frankie’s tongue sliding over your bottom lip and you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. Your hand slides up his chest to wrap around his neck to play with his curls. His tongue glides and licks all over yours and an involuntary moan leaves your mouth. That only spurs him on and he fixes his hands to slide under your shirt to cup your tits. Once you see the direction this is going in you reluctantly back away, only to have Frankie follow you.

You place your hands on his pecs and tell him, “As much as I want to I don’t think we should right now.” He nods in understanding and sits back on the sofa.

His hand goes to the back of his neck to fiddle with his curls as he addresses you, “I just missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You stand from the couch and head to your kitchen to ask him, “What kind of tea do you want?”

“Whatever you have on hand Bebita.” He rubs his fingers over his lips trying to engrain this moment in his mind forever. The rest of the day was spent on the sofa watching TV until both of you fell asleep.

Tags: @harriedandharassed, @paleidiot, @emilianamason, @shion-ah

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theunbearableweightofpedropascal · 2 months

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The Debreifing

Just a fun continuation of Best Friend's Brother

A/N: An excerpt of how the guys find out since BFB was well received. (I do use washcloths but for the sake of this fic, that's forgotten)

Warnings: (slight smut, might be terrible idk)

Word Count: 1.6K

The sound of your creaky shower head turning on breaks you from your haze. After breakfast, Will bent you over the counter until you came for him twice and all the energy replenished during your sleep left your body again. Even thinking about it now made your heart race. He carried you back and cleaned you up before heading to the bathroom.

A familiar vibration fills your bed and begin looking for your phone. You find it at the edge of your bed and waste no time answering the person you’ve been waiting to call.

“Ben-” Your whisper is bulldozed by Benny’s voice on the other end.

“Are you the reason the wedding is called off?” Before you can answer he continues. “Melody’s been spam-calling us since last night when Will didn’t come home. And you know what’s funny? Both of your locations seem to imply that you’re in the same place.”

“Are you done?” Although Will probably couldn’t hear you you still kept your voice low.

“The floor is yours, and apparently Will is too.” You decide not to comment on the last part of the sentence.

“Give me thirty minutes and I’ll tell you at your place.” You figure this is a better conversation in person.

“But-” Benny tries to interject but you end the call and slide out of your bed.

The fog in the bathroom doesn’t cover Will’s naked back, making it easy for you to ogle. He lathers himself with your rose-shaped bar soap next to the showerhead. Your hands glide around his front to help him rub it in.

He turns to face you with suds rolling down his body. “All the cancellations have to be done in person and I gotta grab some of my shit before she burns it. Otherwise, I'd stay with you all day.”

“It’s not like you need clothes.” Your low voice stirs his cock and he’s smart enough to run right back around.

“If you keep that up we won’t be getting anything done today.” He needs to tie up all his loose ends before completely indulging in you.

“You started it.” You tilt your head up towards his ear while your hands dip lower.

Will keeps himself in shape and you run your soapy hands appreciatively over his v-line. The feeling of your soft hands sent his dick straight up.

“When you walk around like this what else am I supposed to do Will?” That whiney voice gives him flashbacks to the car and he’s a goner.

“You do whatever you want Buttercup.” With his permission your hands clasp around his shaft. Your hands glide like butter as you stroke him.

Nothing feels better than your pert nipples pressing into his back. Nothing feels better than being with you. The way your hand strokes his tip over and over effectively distracts him until he feels your other hand cup his balls. Will’s mouth opens and he braces his hands against the wall. Your poor rose soap is forgotten on the floor.

You bite your bottom lip at the swift pace his chest moves. He’s close. His hips jerk in that familiar pattern and you keep your pace the same. When his balls clench in your hand a low groan fills the shower. You glance around to see his seed hitting your tile in spurts.

While Will finds his way to a steady breathing pattern, you pick up your soap and begin lathering your body. Now you’re gonna be late to Benny’s. Carefully you wash the soap off your body and keep your hair dry.

“Not so fast,” His hands trail down your body before pulling you flush against him.

“Uh uh,” As much as it pains you, you slide his hands off and turn. “I have to get to your brother’s.”

“Am I seeing you later?” Will lets the water beat against his back as he peers down at you.

“If you’re not drained by the end of the day.” You cast an excited smile at him.

“I think I’m drained right now.” His double meaning isn’t lost on you.

“Perv,” You mumble on your way out.

You hear the slap slightly before you feel the burn on your butt cheek. Will stands at the showerhead facing your dropped jaw. He smirks down at you and you’re reminded of the hungry look he was giving you in the car last night. Quickly you head out of the bathroom to avoid another detour.

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“So you’re saying Buttercup and Ironhead slept together and he canceled the wedding because of her?” Frankie seems to be the last one to fully grasp the situation.

Santiago knew the moment they were all helping you move in. The man practically put the whole place together for you.

“Are we really gonna act like it’s a shock though? You saw how he grew out his facial hair because she liked it.” Pope thinks for a second and continues on his rant. “And he’s never liked any of her boyfriends, especially Greg.”

“And Greg was basically perfect for her.” Benny chimes in.

“Now that you mention it last night he wouldn’t stop looking at her when they came back from the bar.” Frankie thinks back to how Will was eyeballing you.

“You noticed that too?” Benjamin excitedly leans forward to pick up a chocolate sprinkle donut.

“And then when he insisted he had to take her home.” Santiago laughs while thinking of Will trying to get you alone.

“Nearly had his hand on her ass when they left too.” After Frankie’s remark a lull settles over the once rambunctious group.

They had no idea what happened after that until Melody called them for Will’s location. Even then they figured he was taking a much-needed break. However, when they woke this morning to find the wedding canceled a group call was made.

Frankly, everyone was shocked at how suddenly it happened, not that it did. At least until Ben pointed out Will being at your place. Then he dropped the call and left the group scrambling for answers.

“How much longer until she gets here?” Santi gets anxious waiting for your arrival.

“I don’t know she said thirty minutes.” Despite the chocolate donut in his hand he’s frowning.

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On the way to Benny’s, you see that you’re seventeen minutes off schedule but luckily he hasn’t blown up your phone. You barely have time to think about that as you reach his door. Your hand has barely formed a fist when the door is yanked open by the youngest Miller. A mischievous smile was permanently placed on his face.

“Took you long enough,” He chastises you but your gossip will more than make up for it.

“Shut up, it’s not like I planned this.” Benny glances at you in suspicion as none of you walk to his living room.

Only the living room wasn’t empty like you expected. Frankie and Santiago are perched on a two-seater picking through donuts on the coffee table. One look at Benny and you know he’s behind it since he simply shrugs his shoulders.

“We may have had a conference call after Will hung up.” Your best friend has the nerve to look sheepish.

“I mean we’re gonna find out anyway Hermosa.” Frankie folds his hands in his lap, patiently waiting for your storytime.

“What happened at the bar?” Benny wastes no time digging for answers.

“He asked me what I thought about Melody since I didn’t say anything at the table.” You dive in because you’ve been dying to share anyway.

“And?” Santi leans into his sofa waiting for your answer.

“And I called her a bitch in the nicest way possible, then I came back to the table.” Your admission is met with different expressions of cheer.

“Mhm so that’s why he was staring you down like that, go on.” Frankie nods his head and waits for you.

“When we got back to the table I figured I overstepped so I tried to shut up. Then he insisted on taking me home so when we were outside he corners me to tell him more. I said it really shouldn’t matter because it’s not like I’m coming from an objective place.” You pause to pick up a blueberry donut. “So he asked me what place would it be coming from and after some prying, I told him I wanted him to dump her.”

“No.” Benny almost can’t believe you’d say any of this but his brother could put you under his spell.

“Mhm,” You take the first bite of your donut, chewing quickly before turning to Frankie and Santiago. “So he started asking me if that’s ‘all I wanted him to do’ and I said no. Finally, he drops it and takes us to the truck. The silence made me paranoid so I started saying I was ‘sorry’ for saying anything. And he’s like I'm not mad at you, it’s one thing for the guys to say it but it’s different with me.”

You forget you’re talking to the guys until they are shocked by what you said.

“What’s the difference?” Francisco looks close to a kicked puppy but you steer him back to the topic.

“But he said it’s different with me, that is what’s important.” You giggle remembering Will’s charming words from last night. “Anyways, I figured he already knew how I felt so I told him. Will almost crashed the truck, he had to pull over. Then he starts yelling at me for not telling him and the next thing I know we’re making out in his truck.”

“I thought he had to change a tire when you were on that road.” Benny sounds scandalized when he places the final piece together.

“They were there that long?” Frankie scrunches his face at what the two of you got up to.

“Damn Buttercup I didn’t think you had it in ya.” Santiago is amused that all it took to end that engagement was you.

You nod since your mouth is full of the blueberry donut you’ve been holding.

“Where’s Will now?” Santi figures he must be out too.

“Doing all the wedding cancellations.” With the blueberry donut finished you look at what’s left in the box.

“What exactly did you do on that road?” Laughter ripples through the room at Benny's genuine concern.

#will miller smut #will ironhead miller #will miller x reader #triple frontier fic #triple frontier smut

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theunbearableweightofpedropascal · 2 months

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Speak | Chapter 24

Word Count: 4.1K

Summary: Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didn’t expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.

A/N: sorry the chapter is late, guys. had a party this weekend and had no time to write. but here it is! 💖 TAGLIST CLOSED

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Morning brought unimaginable pain for (Y/N). As she stirred awake, the soreness that ransacked her body gripped her lungs tightly stopping all air from filling them. She wanted to yell out, but the dead was so intense that the sound died in her throat.

She reached her hands out, trying to make sense of where she was and how she could get help. Her mind was hazy, her memories failing to register inside her head. Until she felt warmth, and she remembered.

“Paul,” she meekly croaked out. “Paul, please.”

In a second, the bot had jumped out of the bed and was by her side. “What’s wrong?” he said, his voice dropping an octave with sleep hanging onto every word. “What do you need?”

“It hurts,” she groaned. “I think… pills.”

(Y/N) had no energy to form more than a few words, not when pain pain seated into every part of her body. Her eyes followed Paul’s figure as he ripped the door open to go find what she needed. But before he could run, Emily appeared. She wore a warm smile on her face and carried a bottle of pills and a glass of water. Without another word, she handed the glass and two of the pills to (Y/N), who downed them as quickly as she could.

“Don’t try to get up until you feel the pills work,” Emily said as she ticked the girl back into the bed. “I’ve left some clothes for you in the bathroom and a towel. Your own clothes were quite shredded, so I put them in a bag for you—wasn’t sure what you’d want to do with them.”

“Are you on your way out?” Paul asked. “The funeral starts in like half an hour, right?”

“Yes,” the woman smiled softly. “Sam is just finishing getting ready. They came home an hour ago from doing some more rounds in the woods.”

“Oh, Harry,” (Y/N) cried as she remembered parts of the nights before. “My dad…”

The girl tried to get up from the bed, but the pain that shot through her back sent her back down. The wince that left her mouth had Emily and Paul rushing to her side to keep her from getting out of bed.

“Don’t get out of bed, (Y/N). You need rest,” Emily pressed. “You can talk to your dad after. For right now, you need to stay here and take the painkillers every four hours until you feel well enough to get home. I will give condolences to the family on your behalf.”

“But I…”

“No buts, (Y/N). You’re staying here with Paul until you can finally move,” she said sternly. “This is not up for discussion, okay? What happened last night was not something small. You are hurt and you need to rest. You’ve gone through enough.”

“Okay,” (Y/N) gave up. “Thank you, Emily. You’ve been very kind.”

“Oh, no need to thank me,” she smiled. “As long as you promise that you two will finally talk things out. I cannot live another day with mopey Paul.”

“Emily,” the boy complained.

“Oh, hush, Paul. You know it’s the truth.”

As he was about to respond, Sam’s head peeked into the room. It was odd to see him dressed up in a black suit and not his usual denim shorts and tank top. “Em, we’ve gotta go,” he said before noticing that (Y/N) was awake. “How are you feeling, kid? You really took a tumble yesterday.”

“I can’t say I’m not hurting all over, but it could be worse,” she joked trying to lift Sam’s mood. There was a sadness behind his eyes that she could feel deep in her bones. Sam hadn’t just lost a member of the community; he had lost a part of his family. “Safe to say I’m not going into the woods or jumping off cliffs anytime soon.” ‘

“That’s probably a good idea,” he chuckled softly. “But you should listen to Emily and rest up for today. You went through more in the last twenty-four hours than people would in their lifetime.”

“It’s just the Swan way,” she said. “I’d be surprised if I never stumbled into life-threatening situations without meaning to.”

“Well, I hope you don’t go through any more in a very long time,” Sam smiled. Emily walked to join his side as they prepared to leave for Harry’s funeral, the same solemn look falling over their faces. “We’ll see you when we get back, guys. There’s food in the fridge if you get hungry.”

“I also left some fresh muffins on the kitchen counter,” Emily added. “But you’re welcome to anything here.”

“Thanks,” Paul answered. “Please tell Sue how sorry I am.”

“Of course,” she smiled. “Now, get to talking, you two.”

The couple left the house with Jared and Embry trailing quietly behind them, leaving (Y/N) and Paul to their own devices. It was quiet for a moment. Only the sound of the wind rustling the trees could be heard, not even birds were singing. The air around them was heavy and eerie, mirroring the feeling of many people in the reservation.

But silence wouldn’t fix things. It hadn’t done anything but drive a wedge between the two for a very long time. It had been the one thing that kept (Y/N)’s life stuck in the same pattern for over a decade. Silence had allowed hurt and discomfort to fester in her life for far too long, and there was no space for it anymore.

“I know I said I wanted to last night, but I don’t want to fight,” she said quietly. “I’m tired of fighting, of being on the defensive.”

“I don’t want to fight either,” Paul was quick to respond. He slid down the wall beside her and onto the floor, unsure of how much closeness she was comfortable with at that moment.

“You lied to me, Paul,” she added. “Not just about the whole werewolf thing, but that you weren’t hiding anything else.”

“What do you…?”

“Jacob told me about the imprint bond,” she interrupted. The words felt like gravel in her throat as they reminded her of every jab Jake had thrown at her. “I don’t understand why you find it so easy to lie to me, Paul. I thought we were always meant to do the honesty thing. But somehow, when I find myself wanting to forgive you, I find out you’ve lied to me about something else. The worst part is I don’t know how to trust you anymore.”

“What did he tell you?” the boy asked, unsure of what his words could be. “A-about the whole imprint thing, what did he say?”

“He told me that every wolf has one, and all it takes is for their eyes to meet for your entire world to change,” (Y/N) said. “He said that you’re meant to become whatever your imprint needs you to be and that there will always be an unnatural pull toward each other. He said that’s the reason we couldn’t seem to stay away from each other… and that the imprint bond is the only reason someone like you would ever be interested in someone like me.”

Paul’s face contorted at what she said. A mix of anger and sadness forced its way onto his features, unable to hide the sting from her words. Once more, Jacob had beaten him to the punch out of spite twice. He had done it not only to hurt him, but to hurt (Y/N). And he couldn’t let it slide any longer. “That’s not all there is to it,” he said, trying his best to contain his anger—it wasn’t directed at her, and he’d be damned if he let her be the bearer of it again. “The moment you see them, your entire sense of self changes. Your entire reason of being is them—to protect them, to care for them, to be what they need when they need it. They are the force with which your world moves. It’s true that there is an unnatural pull toward them, but it’s so much more. Being away from them is physically painful, like air can’t really reach your lungs or blood doesn’t get to your brain. I don’t know how to explain it better than it feels like you’re walking through life with a hole in the middle of your chest.”

“So, if I’m your imprint, that mean you’ve been feeling that way for a long time?”

“Well, yeah,” he admitted. “But that’s my fault.”

“I still don’t understand why you couldn’t tell me this,” (Y/N) exclaimed. “I was going crazy because after the bonfire I couldn’t get you out of my head. For years, I had wanted Jacob and I had him, but you snuck into every thought, every dream, every moment. Jake asked me from the first time we saw each other to keep my distance from you. And I would have if I hadn’t felt this need to get closer. I believed I was just a bad girlfriend but excused it away by saying that I just wanted to have friends. But it was this desire that consumed me. I wished to be asleep so I could see you in my dreams. The moments we weren’t talking, my hands itched for my phone just to text you. And I thought, maybe this is why Jacob is always mad at me. No matter what he did or how much I thought I loved him, you somehow found your way back into my head. Do you have any idea how bad that made me feel? I had everything I ever wanted and somehow it was not enough. Not when you were around. “And somehow Jacob knew that he wasn’t enough for me anymore. Not since I saw you,” she continued, her eyes brimming with stinging tears. “The more I thought of you, the more he held onto me. He asked me for one thing, and I couldn’t even give him that. So, by the time he exploded over Embry, I couldn’t help but think it had been because I couldn’t do the only thing he had asked. It made me think I deserved all his mistreatment. Because my heart I believed belonged to him, but my mind thought of only you. “At the end of the day, I guess both of you were right,” she chuckled sadly, wiping away the streams that warmed her cheeks. “He only got close to me because of Bella, and you only cared about me because of the imprint link. I bet that makes you happy.”

Paul couldn’t stand the fact that she thought that way, it pained him far more than the distance that had built between them because of his decisions. He knew he’d never been one to make the best choices but keeping the truth from (Y/N) had been the worst one yet. “None of this makes me happy, (Y/N),” he responded softly. All his anger had swiftly dissipated as he saw the pain in the girl’s tears. “When I said that, I had never meant for it to be true. It was merely a thought that I had not been able to keep inside. I had been speaking with anger and spite that day, hurt by the kiss you had shared with Jacob after he had broken things off with you. It was petty and childish, and I wish I could take it all back. “About the pack’s secret, well, you have to know I thought I was doing the right thing,” he explained, taking tentative steps toward her. “This world is not one I wanted you in the middle of. I thought that the less I told you about wolves and vampires, the less danger would follow you. But I forgot who your sister was and how, even without knowing about the supernatural, she attracts danger. The second you stepped foot in Forks you were thrown into the center of this world, long before we ever locked eyes. But I… in trying to avoid what had been done to your sister, I ended up doing the same to you, and I’m sorry, (Y/N). More than you could ever know.”

“And about the imprinting?”

“That, well, I, uh,” he found himself stammering as he finally brought himself to sit at the end of the bed, clasping his hands tightly on his lap. “I guess I didn’t want you to think that the only reason I wanted to get close to you was because of it. But, again, I gravely miscalculated what other people would do.”

“How can it not be that, Paul?” (Y/N) asked, her eyes already reddened from the tears, but the pain in her body disappeared as the minutes passed. “If it hadn’t been for the bond, you wouldn’t have even looked my way.”

“Is that really what you think? That I would have never been interested in you if it hadn’t been for a mystical tether?”

“Come on, Paul,” she sniffled. “We’re basically from different worlds. If we went to the same high school, you would have walked right past me in the halls.”

“That’s not…”

“Look at you, Paul, and look at me,” (Y/N) exclaimed, her voice breaking as it rose in volume. “I know you were quite popular in school before the whole werewolf thing. You went through your fair share of girls, and you didn’t quite care about what anyone thought of you. Me? Sure, I had some friends and even had a boyfriend, but I’ve always been the person that has been overlooked. The one people want around when there’s a project to be done or something artistic to be made. No one missed me when I left. I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have wasted a single glance toward me.”

Paul wanted to laugh then. Shake her until she knew how wrong she was. Instead, he spoke. “You don’t remember, do you?” At her dumbfounded stare, he continued. “When we first went out, I told you that wasn’t the first time we had met. Do you remember that?”

“I, uh, I don’t. Not really.”

“Well, I did sort of just mumble it out,” he chuckled. “I came here to La Push when I was only eight. My parents had just gotten divorced, and I had so much anger and confusion inside of me. Pair that with a sudden move four hours away from everything I knew, I was sure it would be the worst summer of my life. One day, I had been walking down my street because my dad had forced me out of the house—said I had spent enough time holed up in my room and I needed to make friends. I never planned to meet anyone but if I stayed in the house, I would most likely just end up fighting with him. “One second I was walking, kicking a rock down the road, and the next I was on my ass because someone had run straight into me,” he said. “I was ready to yell at whatever idiot kid had decided to ram into me, until I heard her laugh. A girl had been the one to hit me and she had landed on the floor as well and, instead of getting angry, she burst out into a beautiful song of laughter that made all the bubbling anger die. “She got up from the ground and offered me her hand,” he smiled. “She said, “Sorry, I wasn’t looking. I’m supposed to be playing hide and seek.” Her pants were covered in red dust from the ground and her hair had been disheveled, but she didn’t care. “My name’s (Y/N).” You were the first person I ever met, and you didn’t even live here. You said I could join you and your friends if I helped you find a good hiding spot. Then we could talk about being friends.”

The memory sprouted clearly in (Y/N)’s mind. It had been a hot summer midday and the Black kids and her didn’t want to stay stuck in Billy’s house. Bella didn’t want to play and stayed back with a book while Rachel, Rebecca, Jake, and her ran through the reservation—the older girls had mostly agreed to keep an eye out for the younger kids. They had enlisted the company of Seth, Embry, and Quil. It was summer, and all they cared about was having fun.

It was Jake’s turn to seek, and he’d always had a knack for finding everyone quickly. So, (Y/N) had set off to find the best hiding spot she could think of. The second Jacob had started counting she had sprinted off in the opposite direction, hoping he didn’t sneak a glance.

That’s when she had run straight into a boy she did not recognize. Her butt had hurt from the impact, but she couldn’t help but let out laugh after laugh. She had worn light colored pants that had turned red from the dust on the ground and her shirt had ripped where it went past her hips. She had always been told that the Swans tended to be clumsy but seeing it in action always made her laugh.

The boy had seemed angry at first, but by the time she had reached her hand toward him, his scowl had turned into a soft smile, and then he had laughed with her too. He had told her his name was Paul after she had given hers and that he had just moved to the reservation with his father.

“You said I could hide in your neighbor’s shed because they were out for the summer,” she recalled. “We stayed there for thirty minutes until I knew I had won that round. And I…”

“You gave me a bracelet you had made with your mom before you had come to Forks,” he continued. “I carried it with me until it got too short to wear around my wrist, so I tied it to my house keys. I still have it. And I…”

“You gave me a braided leather bracelet that you had brought from Tacoma,” she interrupted. “I keep it hanging on my bed because I didn’t want it to break.”

“Every single year I waited for you to come back, and you would,” Paul said. “But you always spent your time with Jake, and I couldn’t stand him, so I kept watching from afar, hoping you’d notice I was there. Until one year, you didn’t come at all, and I thought I had lost my chance to ever talk to you again. I never forgot about the girl I had met that day, the one that had made me laugh at a moment when everything seemed so bleak. I hadn’t forgotten, but I couldn’t quite remember. “Her face wouldn’t be the same and the image I had of her had begun to blur around the edges,” he admitted. “Until that day on the beach when everything rushed back. Not only had I met the person the universe had thought was my greatest match, but it just so happened to be that same girl that had laughed after she had crashed to the ground from running into me. The very girl I had waited for every summer since I had come to La Push. I don’t think we met that day out of pure chance, (Y/N). Sooner or later, we were always meant to meet.”

Every thought and emotion ran through (Y/N)’s head. There was so much uncertainty, but it mixed with hope, and it confused her all that much. “But how can you be sure that what you feel is not just the bond?” she asked meekly. “How do you know it’s real?”

“Because I’ve felt this way since I was eight,” he confessed with a smile. “I didn’t know it back then. But ever since, I’ve never met anyone that makes me laugh or smile like you did that day. I didn’t need the universe to tell me what I felt that day, and I don’t need it to tell me what I feel now. It can’t tell you what to feel either, (Y/N). Not if you didn’t feel it at some point.”

“But what if…?”

“(Y/N), you don’t have to have all the answers right now,” he said as he took her hands in his in an effort to calm her mind. “But you do have the ones you were waiting for. Just take it one step at a time.”

“Doesn’t the bond mean…?”

“The imprint bond can’t force you to have feeling, (Y/N). It can only expand what you feel. That’s why imprintees don’t just become an imprint’s partner. Because they don’t always want us to be.”

“What would happen if an imprint rejected their wolf?” she inquired. “If distance alone can hurt that much, what would rejection do?”

“Well, it might just be the worst pain we could go through. It would be agony like no other. Do you not…? This might be too much, too fast.”

“No, I was just… I’m not,” she stammered absentmindedly. “I don’t want to reject you, Paul. I’m not even planning to. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to feel right now. I’ve just been told so many different things that I think my mind is just reeling.”

“There’s no right or wrong feeling right now,” Paul smiled softly. “It’s a lot of information to take in.”

“I think I just… I don’t know. Maybe I need to talk to someone else. Someone that has gone through all this.”

“Yes, of course,” he exclaimed. “Talk to Emily. If there’s anyone that can tell you about the imprint bond, it’s her.”

“So, werewolves, vampires, soulmates, any other lore I’m missing out on?”

“That might be it for now,” the boy shrugged with a chuckle. “But there might be things out there even I don’t know about.”

After sharing a laugh, the pair left to the kitchen to finally eat some breakfast, fueling their bodies after such a long night. Paul had helped (Y/N) to the table, rushing through the kitchen to serve the plates. He balanced the tower of food that was his dish in one hand and (Y/N)’s request in the other. His steps were slow and calculated until he made it to where she was sitting, placing the muffin basket in the center of the table after the plates were on it.

They ate quietly, (Y/N) pushing around her food before taking a bit, and Paul downing it in the blink of an eye. It would have been a far funnier sight if the girl’s head wasn’t still riddled with thoughts.

“I’m sorry for being angry for so long,” she finally broke the silence. “I just kept hearing things from other people and forgot to actually listen to you. A lot of the things that have happened could have been avoided if I just listened.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” he quickly added. “I was the one that kept all of this from you and let Jake tell you whatever he wanted. I had so many moments where I could have been honest with you but decided to keep it hidden. I’m the one that’s sorry, (Y/N). I’m the one who could have avoided all this if I just had the courage to speak.”

“Let’s just agree that we both could have said something at some point,” she smiled. “But I will say, if my back does end up with scars, I’m gonna have a very interesting story to tell.”

“I only know of two humans that have gone through a vampire attack and survived,” Paul laughed. “And they just so happen to be sisters.”

“I don’t think I ever thanked you for that,” she said. “I’m glad you found me, Paul.”

“As long as I’m around, nothing is gonna happen to you,” he promised as he took her hand in his. “Not anymore.”

“I don’t doubt that,” she beamed. “I also have to thank Embry and Sam for chasing the vampire away. Emily told me they got home late because of that.”

“You can do that right now,” he smiled. “They just got home.”

As he said that, Jared walked through the door, a look of concern sprawled on his face. It was the same stare Sam and Embry wore as they walked behind him. “We gotta talk to you, Paul,” the first boy said. “It’s, uh, it’s serious.”

“What happened?”

“It’s something to do with Jake,” he grimaced before continuing, “and (Y/N). About last night.”

“Did the vampire come back?” (Y/N) worried, squeezing Paul’s hand tightly as her heart raced. “Did she attack him?”

“Oh no,” Embry said angrily. “But Paul just might.”

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Best Friend's Brother

Will Miller x f!reader

Warnings: (infidelity, possible unlikeable reader/Will, fingering, p in v, creampie, no safe sex, dirty talk, cursing)

A/N: Don't mind most of my smut wear condoms. Also I needed more Will fics out there.

Summary: With enough liquid courage you tell your best friend's brother exactly how you feel about his fiance.

Word Count: 4.3K

“You know if you interacted with anybody here you wouldn’t have to read so many romance books.” Benny’s breath tickles your ear as your eyes are glued to the words on your phone screen. Your favorite author surprise dropped a new chapter and you retreated from conversation to read it.

“After I finish this chapter.” You barely pay any mind to your best friend.

“You said that 10 minutes ago.” For such a large man Benny has a talent for sounding like a whiney child when he wants.

You heave a deep sigh before placing your phone on the table. The moment your irritated eyes land on Benny he sheepishly slides two whiskey shots in front of you. Internally you’re already gagging but you shoot them back and grimace at the burning in your chest. The warm air of the bar did little to help the heat flourishing through your body.

“You couldn’t have grabbed me a soda.” Temporarily a frown is etched on your face until the bitter taste goes away.

“I drank it while you were reading.” His answer makes your head snap to him but before you could respond he abruptly stands. “Will!” His booming voice does little to disturb the patrons around you, but the name he calls makes the hair on your body stand up.

The two golden boys meet in the middle to hug each other and you try to calm your overactive mind. You could say you’ve had a lingering attraction to the older Miller brother, though it would be downplaying the amount of times you’ve thought about him.

When you first met Benny his brother was already away so you only knew him through the stories Benny would tell. From the way he described his brother, you thought he was too good to be true. But when you met him you were proven wrong, and soon you were under his spell.

“Hey, Buttercup.” Your thoughts halt when you feel Will’s hands squeeze your shoulders before taking the seat to your left. His nickname for you never failed to warm your cheeks, even if technically he had a fiance.

“Hi Will,” The cheery tone of your voice causes Benny to roll his eyes at your abrupt change of mood. You never brought up how you felt about his brother but it wasn’t hard for him to put together the pieces.

Benny checks his phone before telling the both of you he’s getting more drinks for when Santi and Frankie arrive.

“How’s the book going?” You playfully roll your eyes at the mention of your pipe dream from when you were 19.

“Still on page 3, inspiration has yet to strike.” His smile makes your heart beat so heavily in your chest you think he can see it.

“Hard to believe that,” His hands grab at the half-cold fries on your plate. “What genre are pushing for anyway?”

“Most likely historical romance,” The whiskey shots settle and you feel your body become lighter. “The old-timey English is hard to get into though.”

“Coming from the walking encyclopedia.” His words are slightly muffled by the fries he’s shoveling into his mouth.

“What’d we miss?” Santiago’s voice cuts through your conversation and you look up to find him and Frankie occupying the seats in front of you.

“Not much Benny’s getting the drinks.” Will rubs his hands on his jeans to rid his hands of grease.

As usual, the men around you dive into sports commentary as if they’re the analysts they watch on TV. In the meantime, you skim over the food menu trying to figure out what else you want. With two more people at the table, the heat from Will’s arm brushing against you makes you lean closer to him. If he felt the difference he didn’t let anything on.

Two pitchers of beer slosh against the plastic as it's being set down before a flight of whiskey is placed directly in front of you. An eager smile graces Benny’s face and you know exactly how this night is gonna go. As the two of you go shot for shot the three veterans look at you both in amusement.

“How’s the wedding planning going?” Santiago smiled as he nudged h

“It’s going,” Despite his lack of answer the way he feels is written all over his face, and everyone at the table knows it.

“It can’t be that bad man.” Frankie tries to give the benefit of the doubt but he unknowingly releases the floodgates.

“She told her family to send pictures of what they were gonna wear to the ceremony,” Will gulps the rest of his beer before continuing, “Then she proceeded to veto her grandmother’s peach pantsuit because it was too close to white.”

Everybody has variants of shock written on their face except you, though your reasons may have more to do with animosity. Melody, his fiance, had first been introduced two years ago. From the start, you could tell they weren’t right for each other, but your mouth remained shut until Benny brought it up.

Leave it to your best friend to be the one feeding into your delusions.

“And don’t get me started on the flower girl fight, she had both her sisters send test shots of their daughters.” You adamantly aim to keep your mouth shut, knowing the liquor has loosened your lips. The last thing you wanna do is rattle down the long list of reasons you don’t like his fiance, namely because she’s his fiance.

“You sure know how to pick em’ Ironhead.” Santiago whistles while he thinks of all his previous relationships.

“Maybe it’s just the wedding.” His tone was even but laced with something like doubt.

“Maybe it’s a glimpse into your future.” Benny tries to bring the lighthearted energy back by wiggling his fingers and mimicking a ghost.

A smile cracks Ironhead’s exterior at his little brother’s antics.

“Drinks anyone?” You look around the table watching them nod in agreement before taking off to the bar.

The counter is busy when you approach so you take the time to go over what you want. Two pitchers of beer and two Long Island iced teas. A hand connecting with your lower back causes you to swivel your head to accost the perpetrator, only to find Will. Relief floods through you but not for long.

“You’ve been quiet all night, it’s not like you.” Will leans his other arm over the bar, caging you in.

“Your brother’s been force-feeding my shots all night what’d you expect.” You hope you can stir him away with humor but he knows better and so should you.

“What do you think? Am I setting myself up for failure again?” The sincerity in his voice pulls at your heartstrings. You know how he feels about this being his second engagement and nobody could blame him for wanting to be sure.

“Look if you’re happy what does it matter what those idiots are talking about?” Will’s eyes narrow and you give in to the voices in your head. “Honestly, she’s always lacked valuable character traits.” You avoid eye contact with the man next to you as you flag down a bartender to give the order.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” His blue eyes bore into yours and you find your eyes lowering to his lips.

“And how exactly am I supposed to bring that up in conversation?” Your conversation ceases for now as the bartender places your drinks in front of you.

A silence falls over the both of you even after you return to the table. Thankfully none of the other guys notice you averting your eyes from Will’s direction.

……………

All Will could think about was what you said.

Sure he noticed how self-centered Mel could be but it didn’t bother him because he had his fair share of baggage. Even when the guys were making their jokes about how she acted on a camping trip, he didn’t care. Yet the moment you opened your mouth he couldn’t shake the feeling that this engagement wasn’t right either.

For the past hour, he’s been looking your way, hoping to catch your eye, but you purposefully avoid it. He watches you engage with everyone else until you feel his gaze burning and return to sipping on your drink.

He checks his phone only to find a string of complaints from Mel.

“I should get going.” Will reaches for his wallet and places enough bills down for the tab and tip. Much to the dismay of everyone else at the table.

“We’re supposed to be treating you man.” Frankie scrambles to get his wallet but Will waves him off with a charming smile.

“Next time.” He promises.

“We should probably head out too.” You peer over at Benny with pouty lips

“I can take you.” William wastes no time volunteering to get you alone, he’s never been one to squander an opportunity.

For the first time in an hour you look up at him and he can see the panic swimming in your eyes. You want to object but that would look suspicious so you nod your head and gather your things. Each of the guys hugs you goodbye before Will’s hand finds its way back to your lower back to guide you through the crowd.

You know it’s a friendly touch still, excitement swirls within you.

Outside the bar is just as crowded so Will’s hands remain on you. In fact, he slides his right hand around your waist to bring you closer to him. People walking past would assume the two of you were together the way you were glued to each other.

“When you said she lacked character traits, which specifically do you mean?” Will’s rough voice shocked you with how close it was to your ear.

“This feels like a trap.” You look up at him with suspicion.

“It’s not, I promise.” He laughs at your hesitance, “You’ve just never said anything and if you had…” He drops his sentence but you know what he’s implying.

“You really care about what Benny’s best friend thinks?” You jab his stomach with your elbow.

“You know you mean more than that to me.” He leaves no room for argument and you’re left speechless at his side.

You take a moment to digest his words because it isn’t the first time he’s said them, but it feels like it.

“Sometimes it feels like you care more for her than she does you.” Your voice is quiet. “And it’s not like I would be telling you out of the purest intentions.” The words leave your lips before you think better of it.

“What intention would you have?” You realize too late that he’s slowed the pace and now you’re standing face to face.

“For you to break up with her.” You see no point in lying, and it’s not like you’re the only one who feels that way.

“And that’s it?” Will looks down at you like you're his prey. Clearly, he already knows the answer.

“Mhmm.” You lied. “How away far is your car?”

“It’s right there.” He tips his head in the direction of his truck but his eyes and body don’t move from you.

After a few seconds, you turn to make your way to the car but Will’s hand prevents you from leaving your spot.

“Is that all you’d want me to do? Leave her?” That gruff voice is going straight is going straight down to your core.

“No.” Your eyes are glued to the ground.

For now, your answer seems good enough because he pulls you back into him for the remaining three feet to the car. He opens the passenger door for you and you take a short reprieve to gather yourself.

Of course, Will could read how desperate you were for him. Dread settled in the bottom of your stomach when you think of how awkward this ride is gonna be.

“Look I’m sorry, here I am criticizing Melody for her character-” You spew out your thoughts hoping to do damage control.

“I’m not upset Buttercup, when the guy's rib on Mel’s antics it’s one thing but when you say it…” He plays with the scruff on his chin before continuing, “Santiago has yet to be in a serious relationship, Frankie is working his way back from the doghouse, and Benny is Benny.”

Your giggle rings through the cabin despite the tense atmosphere and Will can’t help but join you.

“Seriously, I’m no better especially since I want to be in her position.” Your eyes are focused on your lap but you almost feel the wind from Will’s head craning towards you.

“You what?!” Based on his tone of voice he didn’t know that tidbit and you were the one to give yourself away.

“Shit.” You clasp your hands over your face as you feel the car pull to a stop.

“What do you mean you want to be in her position?” The fact that he softened his voice made this the stuff of nightmares.

“I think it’s pretty self-explanatory William.” You deadpan without bothering to look up.

“Indulge me.” You remove your hand from your face but keep your eyes locked in front of you.

You make sure he can see your eyes roll before you continue, “She’s worried about how everything’ll look to other people but if I were the one marrying you the only thing I’d be worried about is how much lingerie I could reasonably pack for the honeymoon.”

“How long?” The thought of your words causes pools of blood to gather below his waist. “How long have you felt this way?”

“Since I met you.” You say matter-of-factly. “I thought it was just a crush but it progressed over the years.”

“Why didn’t you or Benny say anything?” Will’s upper body almost completely faces you.

“Are you saying you would’ve been receptive?” You ask the question but you already have an inkling of what he’ll say.

“I don’t know-” Will feels like the rug was swept out from underneath him. He’d already had doubts but he was willing to settle, at least before you opened your mouth.

“Exactly.” You don’t let him finish in the hopes that he’ll pull back onto the road.

“To be fair I have a decade on you so legally speaking, it’s a little touchy.” Of all the times he graced you with his humor it was not appreciated right now.

“More like a decade and a half but okay.” Despite yourself, you smile while his drops at your statement.

“And yet that didn’t deter you.” Suddenly the cab feels small and you don’t know when but the two of you got closer.

“That’s because I never said it was a bad thing.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

Tonight you were full of surprises. Will thought he knew everything there was to know about you but he hadn’t seen this side of you. Your blown-out pupils and plump lips call out to him like a siren’s song. The faint scent of whiskey and strawberry chapstick wafts his way. Intoxicating is the only way to describe how you’re making him feel because the beers he had did nothing.

He doesn’t register his hand reaching out to rub his thumb along your bottom lip. The moment you wrap your lips around his thumb and suck he loses every thought,,,,,,

Will removes his thumb only to replace it with his lips. It doesn’t take long for you to kiss him back with even more vigor, this was your chance and it wouldn’t go to waste. You feel your bottom lip being sucked into his mouth but somehow he isn’t close enough. Your hands find their way to the back of his neck, bringing him closer while you tilt your head.

Your soft hands feel almost ticklish on the back of his neck and a deep groan passes his lips.

Will reaches out to your waist, pulling you closer until he feels your tits pressed against his chest. You make the lust-filled decision to swing your knee onto his other side and sit on his lap. The denim skirt you’re wearing rides up, almost showing him your panties.

A gasp escapes your lips when you feel what you thought was Will’s zipper. One look at his smirking face tells you you’re mistaken.

“Is that-” Your eyes zero in on where the two of you meet.

“Mhmm,” Will confirms your dream and arousal bubbles in your core. Before you can say anything he rolls his hips perfectly hitting your clit in just the right spot.

The sound that leaves your body is a culmination of all the years you’ve spent yearning for him, for a moment like this. You’ve never felt more desperate in your life. Quickly you lay your head in the crook of his neck and rock your hips back and forth. Your hands find themselves squeezing his biceps for purchase.

All of your breathless pants make him throb with need, as good as you feel like this he wants it all. Will inches his hand up your inner thigh, planting himself on your moving hips.

“Buttercup?” Will talks to you like he’s rousing you from sleep.

“Hm?” He watches you focus with your eyebrows furrowed and your bottom lip jutted out, there’s no better view.

“Want you to sit on it.” He can tell when you register his words because of the decline of your movement.

In all of five seconds, you’re clawing at his pants and all he can do is look at you. There’s no denying you’re gorgeous, sweet, funny. Now that he thinks about it he did care a little more for you than he should. Hell, sometimes you would go to him before Benny and he always felt great when he could problem-solve for you.

While he had been staring at you and daydreaming you managed to pull him out of his pants. If he thought your hands felt good before they feel even better now that they were stroking him.

“You’re so big Will.” Even your fantasies couldn’t live up to the real thing.

“Yeah?” Will rubs over your wet fold through your panties, “You’re gonna be a good girl and take it for me right?” He slides your panties to the side before teasing your entrance with his middle finger.

“Whatever you want.” And you meant every word.

He barely has his finger in and you’re already clenching around him. With your hands now on his shoulders, you impatiently rock your hips showing him you’re ready. Will groans when he feels your warm walls clenching on his finger. He takes his other hand to your chin to bring you closer before telling you, “You’re perfect.”

Before you fully realize what he said he adds another finger to your aching core. Your eyes meet his almost pitch-black ones, and again you feel like his prey the way they bore into his. When he curls his fingers inside you you involuntary buck your hips for more.

You wonder if you’ll leave bruises the way your fingers dig into Will’s shoulders. Suddenly his lips are on yours in a bruising kiss, his teeth slightly rub against yours before he deepens it. Dizziness fills your head from the way his fingers pumped into you to his warm tongue licking into your mouth.

You were ruined for anyone else after him.

The sounds in the truck consist of heavy breathing, moans, and squelching. A pit formed in your lower stomach and you felt like you were falling in it. You feel too much at once and you feel yourself pulling away from the kiss to calm down but Will moves to your neck. As he sucks and licks at your neck his fingers expertly pull you over the edge.

You would’ve fallen against the wheel if he hadn’t held you in his arms. He rubs his hands over your back until you come to. Somehow your orgasm felt like a shot of espresso and you’re right back on Will.

Without pause you sink down on his leaking tip and slowly inch him deeper. You watch his face while you do it and you almost miss his blue eyes, but he looks so much more hypnotizing. You couldn’t look away and neither could he.

Will couldn’t imagine his night would end up like this, not that he was complaining.

With you finally taking all of him you let out the airiest sigh before rocking your hips. Your knees were burning from the seats but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. Will’s hands move down your back to grip your ass while you rock and bounce on him.

“Fuck,” He is the first to break eye contact but only to look at where the two of you meet. Your juices leave a ring on his dick and he almost cums at the sight. “I can’t wait to taste you next time.”

“Next time?” You try slowing your hips to comprehend what he just said but he picks up your slack. With his hips rutting into yours from below the pleasure must be clouding your brain to imagine things.

“You thought I was gonna let you go after this baby?” An unforgiving pace brings that familiar pit in your stomach that has you pawing at his covered chest. “You know me better than that Buttercup.”

Will’s hips sputter before you hear a guttural groan and warmth being shot into you. Even as he’s cumming he uses his hand to urge you to rock your hips against him. When everything slows to a halt all that’s left is heavy breathing from the both of you.

“Did you mean it?” You bring yourself to ask as you fiddle with your fingers

Will lifts his head from the headrest to look at you, “Of course I mean it.”

“You know you still have a fiance right?”

“You didn’t have to put off by that a few minutes ago,” His playful grin lets you know he’s only messing with you. “Seriously though it wouldn’t have lasted, I just didn’t think anybody else would want me.”

“I mean you make it easy.” You haven’t looked up at him yet.

“You’re one to talk.” Will tilts his head before giving you a kiss. “Let’s get you home.” Heat fills your face at his charm.

With a hiss, he slowly helps to lift you off his now softening dick. You’re quick to move your panties back in place before any of his cum drips out. He tucks himself into himself back into his pants.

Before he even turns on the car you’re lying across the the front seat and nodding off. He takes the jacket he always keeps in his car behind the seat and drapes it over you.

He takes a look at his phone and sees missed calls from everyone. It’s almost 3 in the morning and Will winces as he looks at the messages asking him where he is. Instead of staying here for another hour, he heads in the direction of your condo.

Your porch light is on when he pulls into the driveway in front of your house. One look over at you and he can see that you’re dead to the world so he searches for your purse. When he finds your keys he runs to open the door before circling back to pick you up.

Once in the house, he kicks the door closed then locks it. He already knows the way to your room since he basically set it up for you. In fact he moved most of your furniture for you, not wanting moving companies to take advantage of you.

Your room has clothes strewn on the floor in what looks like failed outfits you tried on. A laugh escapes Will when he realizes you ended up wearing a short jean skirt with a v-neck. It’s only two steps to the bed and he lays you down gently not wanting to wake you.

He tries replacing the jacket over you but your fingers have gripped it so he settles on laying the comforter over you. When he’s sure you’re settled he rounds your bed to sit on the other side, unlacing his boots. After that are his shoes socks, jeans, and shirt.

A relaxed sigh is let out the moment his back hits your bed. Although it makes no sense to cuddle, he saddles his body close to yours.

Bacon and potatoes infiltrate your nose the more awake you become. Last night quickly flashes through your mind as if your brain urged you to remember. Your room is exactly how you left it and the thought of Will seeing it sends shame through your body. Of the discarded clothes you pick up some lounge shorts to throw on.

Your hunger overpowers your drowsiness so you make your way to the kitchen. Will’s naked back is a welcomed sight anytime.

“Good morning.” He grins when you make an appearance next to him.

“Morning Buttercup.” The spatula he’s using to stir potatoes is cast aside so he can run rub circles on your lower back.

Now that the afterglow faded you wondered what direction this is heading in.

“I ended things with Mel this morning, she’s pissed to say the least.”

“I didn’t plan for this to happen.” Guilt creeps into you now that your chickens have come home to roost

“I know, but I’m glad it happened.” Without waiting for your reply he's back to cooking like our conversation never happened. “You can sit down if you want it’ll only be five more minutes.”

The debrief call with Benny will be one for the books.

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theunbearableweightofpedropascal · 5 months

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On your Be My Baby masterlist, when “chapter 7” is tapped, chapter 8 appears. I also didn’t see a chapter 7 scrolling on your blog. I don’t want to miss a single chapter in this amazing series.

I fucked up and marked it as chapter 8, that's my bad. Sorry for the confusion.

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