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You’re A Hero To Me - Sperril

Okay. So. My first attempt at Merril and Spencer :D Ehm… I hope I did alright. I’m not extremely happy with it, but it always takes me sometime to really get into the characters. I’ll do better next time, promise :P Because I’ll be certainly writing more about them :)

I hope you like it <3

The characters belong to the wonderful CP Coulter and her piece of art ‘Dalton’.


You’re A Hero To Me


“…Mer?”

The girl seated on the couch turned away from him quickly—but not before Spencer saw her wide, watery eyes, her flushed cheeks… the tears running down from them. He frowned and immediately moved to sit next to her, throwing his arms around her gently, pressing her frail body to his strong chest.

“What’s wrong?”

But Merril shook her head, not talking but accepting the embrace, hiding her face in his shirt the minute they touched. Spencer could feel the tears through the fabric, and the shocking of her shoulders along with the disturbing sounds of her sobs made his heart bleed for her.

He raked his fingers through her long hair, winding the silky curls around his fingers, tugging gently. He pressed a kiss on top of her head as she snuggled closer, still sobbing uncontrollably, her face still hidden from his sight.

He’d never seen her cry like this before. And it made him panicking and worried beyond believe.

“Why are you crying, darling?” he asked tenderly, trying with all his might not to let his panic shimmer through, trying to be the rock she desperately needed. “Did someone say anything…?” He bit his lip. “Do I have to kill someone?”

At this, Merril snorted shakily, her delicate hand smacking his arm. “N-no.”

Spencer waited impatiently for a while, his never-ending concern for his girlfriend growing with the second. When Merril didn’t elaborate any further, he lifted her up and placed her on his lap. His girl only curled up and snuggled closer to him, still refusing to speak, although her sobs had died down a little bit.

“… Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

He could see her cheeks reddening and she shook her head, a new wave of sobs escaping her mouth.

“Sweets…” he hugged her closer, heart hurting because his girl was in pain and he couldn’t do anything about it. “Please, tell me?”

But it kept silent, and Spencer became slightly desperate.

“Okay… do I need to convince you somehow? Because you need to tell me…” he didn’t even try to hide the worry in his voice now. “Mer…?”

Placing his finger on Merril’s chin, he lifted her head, his scrutinizing gaze locking with hers. His breath hitched when he saw her wide, brown eyes—bright with tears, speaking of endless grief. She bit her lip and looked away shyly, her long, wet lashes sticking together—her expression breakable and utterly defeated.

Closing his eyes, he leant forward, placing a very sweet, lingering kiss on her lips. She reacted immediately, almost like she was waiting for it—leaning against him heavily, her fingers digging into his shirt, her lips molding into his.

His hands tangled in her hair as he deepened the kiss, his hot breath swirling into her throat, making her all warm and fuzzy from the inside.

They stayed like that for a long while, comfortable just like this, gaining strength and love from each other’s touch and presence.

When Spencer felt Merril relax a bit, he leant back a little—seeing her warm eyes sparkling up at him. He smiled, stroking her hair, reaching for a last short kiss.

“You ready to tell me now?” he whispered, his strong arms winding around her slender waist.

“I don’t… I don’t know…”

“Mer… Please.”

She hesitated for a short moment, but then she twisted in Spencer’s lap to pick up her phone from the table. She flipped it open and stared at it for a while, before showing it to her boyfriend.

Spencer’s eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the text. Narrowing his eyes menacingly, he reached out for the phone, rereading it with growing disbelief and a blooming fury.

He knew anger, frustration, defeat. He’d felt all of it at times.

When his father announced for the first time that he was supposed to go to Military School after Dalton, and he’d screamed and raged for hours, his mother trying to calm him down desperately.

When an asshole came up to Merril’s face and called her a ‘dude’—making her pale,  shaking, shocked and crying—and he’d knocked two teeth out of the bastard’s filthy, vile mouth.

When he discovered Danny’s self-harm and he’d been worried out of his mind for weeks.

But this… this… what he was reading now… about Merril—his girl, his love—this was beating every moment of hurt and anger he’d ever had.

 ~Merril, we’ve decided that you’re not going back to your Aunt and Uncle in the holidays. You have to come back to us. We’re going to cancel the surgery, because we don’t want to let you make any mistakes. You have to realize that what you want is permanent. You’re a boy. You’re not a girl and you’ll never be one. We’re going to talk to your Aunt and Uncle this afternoon. With love, Mom and Dad.~

Spencer’s stomach churned uncomfortably as he continued to stare at the message, eyes glinting furiously, arms tightening around Merril protectively.

These were people she was supposed to rely on, these were people she was supposed to trust. These were her parents. What the fuck was wrong with them?

In one fluid movement, he was up at his feet, pacing over the floor—expression absolutely, completely livid, a snarl forming on his lips.

“What the fuck are they on about?! You’re not going back to them! Your surgery is not going to be cancelled! What the hell are they eve talking about?!”

Merril was staring up at him quietly, eyes wide and sad. “Spence…”

Her boyfriend wheeled around and dropped on his knees in front of her. He grabbed her arms, bringing her close to him again as Merril answered his touch with a hug. They gazed in each other’s eyes, comfortable with the embrace—Merril’s arms loosely around his neck, Spencer’s arms firmly around her waist.

“You’re going to be alright, sweetheart. You’re not going back to them, okay? I’ll make sure of it. Just trust me, okay? You’re going to get your surgery, you’re going to get everything. Everything you’ll ever want, okay?”

Merril sniffed, eyes filled with endless love, her heart fluttering in her chest. She pecked  his lips, her forehead touching Spencer’s as the embrace tightened. Her eyes closed, fresh tears trickling slowly over her cheeks.

“I just… don’t know what to do anymore,” she whispered hoarsely, so absolutely miserable that it broke Spencer’s heart in pieces.

“I wish I could… I wish I could just talk to your parents,” Spencer murmured, speaking from the bottom of his soul, making Merril open her eyes to stare at him in awe.

 “I wish I could tell them that you’re the best person I’ve ever met. I wish I could show them my heart—so that I could show them what I see when I look at you. Because you’re the kindest, bravest, most patient, most decent person in all of Dalton. And your parents should be damn proud of you and everything you are. Because I sure as hell am. And I know for a fact that whole Hanover—whole Dalton—is proud of you and in love with you. You’re just so precious.You’re my hero, Mer.”

Merril choked out a sound that held it between a sob and a laugh. Her full lips turned up in a small, watery smile as she buried her face in Spencer’s shoulder, lips grazing over his throat.

Thank you.”

Spencer smiled, resting his face in her soft hair as her arms embraced him so strongly he nearly choked. Not that he minded.

“I meant it, though,” he said softly, fingers raking through Merril’s long curls. “You’re my inspiration. You’re my heart.”

Merril slid off the couch, joining him on the floor and sitting in his lap comfortably. She didn’t say anything, but Spencer could practically feel her love and adoration shimmer through her embrace. He could feel her heart pound against her ribcage, and he relished the way it echoed through his body, the way it beat simultaneously with his own heart.

“I love you, you know. Never forget that,” he mumbled in her hair, eyes closing.

“I love you, too, Spence. So much.”

Posted il y a 3 ans with 32 notes
  1. slightly-fanatic a reblogué ce billet depuis bourbonrose et a ajouté :
    I AM CRYING RIGHT NOW OKAY.
  2. philssupersecretboyband a reblogué ce billet depuis bourbonrose et a ajouté :
    EVERYTHING IS SPERRIL AND NOTHING HURTS.
  3. atardiser a reblogué ce billet depuis bourbonrose et a ajouté :
    oh god i have my ‘awww’ wide-eyed deer face on this was AWESOME
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