Teddy Bear Hospital
In which Cole Miller fixes Hadley York's little sister's teddy bear, and maybe something a little more personal, too.
(Please keep in mind that I wrote this story nearly four years ago. I was sixteen, had little experience writing a story with any kind of length, and uneducated in the ways of feminism and consent. This story absolutely does not reflect my values, and it certainly doesn't portray a healthy, consensual relationship all the way through, though I think the worst of it is in the first few chapters. That being said, I still adore this story, despite its not-so-dramatic or well-thought-out plot, and if you still choose to read, I hope you enjoy it too.)