ꍌꄲꄲ꒯ ꍌ꒐ꋪ꒒ ~ Arny Parsons x Fem Reader

Chapter Twelve

Arny caresses your cheek and kisses your forehead.

"Maybe another day," he says before climbing off of you.

"What?" You ask feeling kind of dazed. "Why?"

"Y/N, you say you're ready, but the storm in your eyes says otherwise. Besides, I don't want out relationship being based off sex," Arny explains.

You look down.

He doesn't want me, you think to yourself.

"Look at me," Arny makes you look up at him. "I want to. Trust me, I do," he caresses your face with both hands, "but I want you to be completely ready."

You sigh and pull him down, wheezing when he puts his full weight on you.

"You're heavier than you look, birlap," you giggle.

"Did you-"

"I did a little research," you shrug when he climbs off you. "I went by an alias because I didn't want you thinking I wanted you for being TikTok famous."

"When did you find out?" Army pulls you close and wraps his arms around you.

"A week ago. I overheard Will and Danny talking about it, so I decided to Google you. Oh. My. God. The things I found," you shudder. "People really wanna see you nakey."

"Only you get that luxury," Army kisses your forehead.

***

You fidget anxiously as you sit in the police station, Arny sitting beside you holding your hand.

After much arguing, he convinced you to file charges against Will. You didn't want to out of fear of it backfiring, but Arny promised to be with you through the whole thing. So here you sat, the uncomfortable plastic chair hurting your butt.

"Hi, I'm Officer Garza. I apologize for the wait," a tall man with a shiny bald head came to you. "Follow me, please."

You take deep breaths as you follow him to an empty office and nearly chicken out, but Arny gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. That was all it took to convince you to go through with this.

You couldn't help the tears as you retold your story to this stranger. A stranger who is meant help but a stranger nonetheless.

You wipe your face with the sleeve of your hoodie and lean into Arny for support.

On the car ride home, Army held your hand and took you to McDonald's for a Happy Meal. He made sure you got two Pokemon card packs and a vanilla cone.

"I'm proud of you, y/n," he smooths his hand on you thigh. "You did so good."

The minor praise makes you blush as you bite into your cheeseburger. You feel a tang of encouragement that this was ok.

And it was. You no longer felt fear against Will because you had something real with Arny. Arny, within these few months, has shown you what love should look like. He's shown you that life isn't perfect, but not everything will end in tragedy.

Arny gave you hope that could still fall in love. But you were scared.

When he pulled into the garage of your apartments, you jump out of the Jeep and run upstairs to your home. Arny followed you frantically.

You paced about in your living room, realization setting in. You were in love again. You were in love and didn't know how to process it.

"Love, what's wrong?" Arny asks as he shuts the door.

He stops your pacing and gently cups your face.

"Arny, I'm scared," you lean into his touch with tears in your eyes.

"I'm here with you. There's nothing to be scared of, love, " he caresses your cheek.

"Don't do that. I'll only fall harder."

"I'll catch you," Arny says tilting your chin so that your eyes meet. "You look like such a good girl like this. Leaning into me and listening to what I'm saying."

"I'm only a good girl for you, Arny," you breathe heavily.

He leans down to your ear and whispers, "Good."

He kisses your forehead and pulls you into a tight embrace.

"I love you," you mumble into his chest.

"I love you," he says back.

You both pull away but only to be able to lock lips.

There was nothing heated or sexual about this kiss. It was tender and sincere. It held your love and passion for one another. It held the glue and the missing puzzle pieces to each other.

It's like the world faded away while you stood in the center of your living room, kissing the love of your life.

"I'm here- Oh, my bad," Pete comes barreling through the door.

"Pete!" You hiss irritated. "You're supposed to knock!"

"Oops," he smiles cheekily.

Danny and Brandon follow behind him, being just as energized.

"I had four cups of coffee and I'm ready to go!" Danny says as he speeds around your room.

He hits the edge of your coffee table and falls to the floor grabbing his shin.

"Ah! Man down! Man down!" He yells out dramatically.

You let out a laugh and help him up.

"I'm running on sleep deprivation and food," Brandon shrugs and sits on your couch.

Your evening is spent laughing and watching movies. You guys order pizza and get comfortable in your living room for a Star Wars marathon.

This feels right. It feels peaceful. You feel happy.

You look around you as Obi Wan runs Qui Gon after being stabbed.

This is truly what you deserve. Peace. Joy. Most importantly, love.

🖤🦔☕🦔🖤

A/N:

Short chapter, I know. I wanted to address a few things.

I want you guys to know that if you've actually experienced SA, please don't be scared to speak up. You are not alone.

You are loved. You are enough. You did nothing wrong. And it is not your fault.

I'm always here if you guys need a friend to talk to. My dms are open and my social medias are tagged in my bio.

This will be the last serious chapter for a while because I personally can't handle talking about it for so long, but I will warn you if something this serious will come up.

I love you guys! Take care of yourselves! Go eat food, drink some water, and sleep if you need to.

Love you! Muah! ;*