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Miracles don’t exist | Masterlist

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Riddle!Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Shitty parenting in capitals / torture / murder / the whole shebang A/n: This is going to a pretty long story. It stretches from year four to after Hogwarts. So beware, there are going to be a lot of chapters!! [Masterlist] [Playlist] [Trailer]

Chapters Year 4: Chapter 1: The Quidditch World Cup finale | Chapter 2: Nice Slytherins | Chapter 3: Well-mannered friends | Chapter 4: The tri-wizard tournament | Chapter 5: The first task | Chapter 6: Christmas is in the air | Chapter 7: 12 Grimmauld Place | Chapter 8: Friends? Friends | Chapter 9: Something fishy | Chapter 10: The greatest nightmare

Chapters Year 5: Chapter 11: Home not so sweet home | Chapter 12: Innocent defiance | Chapter 13: An eventful summer | Chapter 14: A DE in the DA | Chapter 15: Like hot coals | Chapter 16: Mother knows best | Chapter 17: Exploding hippogriffs | Chapter 18: I'm on her side | Chapter 19: The Department of Mysteries | Chapter 20: Just like the lot of them

Chapters Year 6: Chapter 21: Bliss | Chapter 22: Protection | Chapter 23: The Greatest Gift | Chapter 24: Popcorn, sandalwood, and tulips | Chapter 25: Floating snails | Chapter 26: Heavy heart, truthful words | Chapter 27: Teddy | Chapter 28: Without you, my heart doesn't know peace | Chapter 29: Sectumsempra | Chapter 30: The Battle of the Astronomy Tower

Chapters Year 7: Chapter 31: Important tasks | Chapter 32: Love | Chapter 33: Heavy silks | Chapter 34: Stay and leave | Chapter 35: The cellar | Chapter 36: Extreme security measures | Chapter 37: Heartbroken and vengeful | Chapter 38: The day I lost you | Chapter 39: Till Death do us part | Chapter 40: As the world caves in

Epilogue

Extras: Nott v Harry

Edits: Le Monde | Harry x Reader

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[warcats-cat]

*materializes into existence*

Hey, my wonderful moot :D

(if this is a duplicate, ignore it; wifi is picky, so idk if it sent already or nah)

I heard you felt lonely, so I got summoned cause I am your MOOT and I care goddamnit. All the affections for you (/p).

I saw ya like FNAF (specifically Sun & Moon's lines in Help Wanted 2), so: what was your fav lines from the Daycare Jesters? I call them that cause, ya know, the sillies.

Also: I don't remember well, but I think you also like Sanders Sides (correct me if I'm wrong). If ya do, have you seen the newest Asides? If so, I wanna hear about your fav parts. The funnies, the 'lore' (angst) parts, any sort of theories, or even just gushing about your fav pairings or characters.

Infodump about whatever!! I love hearing ya thoughts on things and such <3

Lastly: moths. I fuckin love moths. And tardigrades. And spiders and beetles and- okay, so I just really love bugs and insects.

✨moths✨

Anyway, have a good day and hope this helps the loneliness not be so lonely :D

Hewwo Oatmeal Friend! I love you too 💜💜

I have to say my favorite lines are the new lines for Sun's arts and crafts section because they're straight up hilarious. "I should turn the lights off myself" killed me. Someone please give this robot some Prozac and a teddy bear.

My interest in FNAF Sun/Moon is kinda the fault of Bamsara (who I won't tag because I'm not cool enough to interact with them) who has a fanfic called Solar Lunacy which is *chefs kiss* really fulfills my shameless need for x Reader content 💜 ((seriously if I could find familial TS Patton x Reader content I would print it out and hang it on my wall))

Yes the robojesters are very silly and I have to say I'm seeing the FNAF fandom leaning on the head canon that they may have not originally been child-care robots, but on-stage actors, and we're just given child-care programming later which makes me 👀 I love them being doting kiddo caretakers but also the idea of a dedicated thespian being throwing into a pile of wailing children and told to figure it out is absolutely hilarious to me.

Also yes!! I love me some Sanders Sides!! Love my boys. No one is surprised but Patton's bit with the tinier and tinier boxes absolutely was my favorite part. My parents did that when I was like ten and it started off with this GIANT box and I think there were at least six I had to go through before I found a plush of Snoopy and tickets to go to Camp Snoopy at Knott's Farm (forever salty that it was bought by Nickelodeon). I still have that plushy somewhere in my room 💜 and entire book of pressed pennies from Camp Snoopy.

Anyway I actually genuinely enjoyed the new Asides! I miss so much the original format of videos that were one-off and shorter, the conflict being self-contained and generally light hearted. And the interaction between Logan and Virgil was so adorable 💜

Tell me about moths 👀 I love moths and butterflies and BEES😍 (I'm lame, my favorites are the Lunar moth and the Rosey Maple moth. My fairy-sona's outfit is themed to a crossover of the two, though it was more lunar moth like when I first put it together. It's evolved a lot over the years.) Spiders and I have a love-hate relationship rn; the fuzzy ones make me want to cry (pos) and the spindly ones make me want to cry (neg). There's a colony of tiny spindly ladies living in my basement bathroom that I don't know how they got there and I don't know how they keep reproducing because there are no bugs down there.

I don't know what a tardigrade is .....

[allthingsfangirl101]

You Again–Teddy Sanders

A few years ago, my brother and his wife had some issues with a fraternity living next door. All the horrible pranks and stories were almost unbelievable.

Until a new sorority moved in. Then the pranks and the stories got even worse. Somehow, the girls were more ruthless than the boys. At least in a whole other way.

When things got too much, he called me in for backup. The second I pulled in front of his house, I looked over and saw the girls in the front yard glaring at me. To be petty and, well me, I got out of my car and waved.

"Y/N!"

I looked over to see Kelly running out of her house. I laughed as she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house.

"Kel," I chuckled as we got back inside. "Will you calm down? This isn't going to be just like what happened with the fraternity."

"You don't understand," she sighed. "These girls are ruthless."

"Yeah," I smirked. "Girls are horrible. Why do you think after my first semester at college, I lived alone?"

"Makes sense," she smiled.

"Where's Stella?" I asked. I laughed before adding, "And Mac, but all I really care about is Stella."

"She's upstairs," Kelly chuckled. "She should be awake from her afternoon nap in a few minutes."

Kelly and I spent the rest of the afternoon playing with Stella and preparing dinner. A little after 5, we heard the front door open and shut.

"Kels? Is Y/N here?"

"In here," I answered for her.

We looked over to see Mac walking in. I put my drink down before standing up and walking over, hugging my brother.

"How are you, kid?"

"Better than you, it would seem," I chuckled as we broke the hug. I froze when I saw the doubt in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," he stuttered.

"Mac," I said slowly. "What's up?"

"It's just. . . Maybe I shouldn't have brought you into this. I mean, these girls are little devils."

"Mac," I cut him off. "I went to college. I know how manipulative and bitchy girls can be. I can handle myself."

                                * * * * *

We spent the rest of the night coming up with a plan. This weekend was the school tailgate where fraternities and sororities sell cookies and car washes to raise money. Kelly overheard the girls talking about selling drugs under the table at their booth.

Kelly suggested we call the cops, but I had a better idea. Instead of selling them out, we were going to steal their drugs. The entire time we made our preparations, Mac kept mentioning a new friend that could help us out. Whoever this was, planned to meet us at the tailgate. He was apparently going to distract the girls while I grabbed their stuff.

When the day finally came, I fit in with the crowd but my brother and his wife stood out like, well old people at a college party. I looked around, rolling my eyes at the college kids already drunk off their asses.

I graduated from NYU with a degree in art history a year ago. I was currently working at a museum in New York as an assistant paying my dues. I planned to eventually go to Europe and work at some of their museums.

I looked up, my breath getting caught in my throat when I saw him getting out of a car.

"You okay?" Mac asked. I grabbed his hand and dragged him away. We walked a little away from everybody, tucking behind some of the booths.

"What's going on?" Mac laughed as we finally stopped.

"You didn't tell me he was the one helping you," I said through my teeth.

"He?" He asked. "You mean Teddy? I didn't think it mattered," he shrugged. The look in his eyes changed from playful to skeptical. "Wait, why does it matter that Teddy's here?"

"Mac," I said, my breath getting caught in my throat. "You were at college when I was in high school."

"Yeah," he said slowly. "What does that have to do with this?"

"Do you remember the guy I dated all four years?"

"I never met him," he shrugged. Suddenly, I heard him suck in a breath. "No way," he mumbled. "You and Teddy?"

"Teddy and I dated throughout high school," I explained. "We were inseparable."

I ran my fingers through my hair as all the memories came flooding back. I bit back the tears as I thought about the last time we saw each other.

"Look, I didn't know that you two dated," he mumbled, "but we really need his help. He knows all of this fraternity-sorority shit. I don't think we can do this without him. Anyways, it happened a long time ago. You've grown a lot since then. And I'm sure he has too."

"You don't understand," I cut him off. "Mac, you were at college so you didn't go to my graduation. At my party that night, Teddy dumped me because he–and I quote– "didn't want to be a caged bird".'

"He said that?" Mac asked under his breath.

"That was the last time we saw each other," I said, my voice breaking. "We went from being closer than ever to being strangers."

"Oh, Y/N," Mac sighed as he pulled me into his chest. He rubbed my back and leaned his chin on the top of my head like he used to do when we were younger.

"If this is too much," he whispered, "why don't you go home?"

"What?" I asked, pulling out of the hug. "I thought you needed my help."

"I do," he stuttered, "but I don't want to force you to be around an ex that makes you feel uncomfortable."

"It's not that he makes me feel uncomfortable," I said quickly. "I just. . . I haven't seen him since. . ."

"Y/N, you don't have to stay."

"No," I said unconvincingly. "I want to help. It'll be fine."

"Are you sure?" He asked as he rubbed my shoulders.

"Yes," I said, trying to sound more convincingly. "I'll be fine."

Before we could walk back to the group, Mac grabbed my hand. I smiled as he led me through the already drunk college kids. We jumped back when a group of girls cut us off.

"Geez," I scoffed. "I don't remember college being this. . . Drunk."

"Yeah," Mac laughed. "That's because you always had your head in your textbook and a paintbrush in your hand."

"Y/N?"

Mac's hold on my hand tightened when Teddy noticed me. I took a deep breath before turning towards everybody.

"Hi, Teddy," I said, my voice not coming out as strong as I had wished it had. "It's nice to see you."

"Really?" He asked. He cleared his throat as he nervously ran his fingers through his hair. "I just mean, it's nice to see you too."

It took everything in me not to look him up and down. From what I've allowed myself to see, he's changed for the better. His looks anyway.

"What have you been up to?" He asked.

"Not much," I shrugged. "I got a job at a museum right out of college."

"That's great," he smiled.

"What about you?" I asked. I saw the look in eyes falter.

"I'm umm. . . I graduated," he stuttered out.

"That's great."

We stared at each other, neither one of us looking away. The tension between us grew the longer we stared at each other. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kelly walking over to Mac and whispering in his ear. Mac leaned over and explained what I already explained to him. Kelly's eyes widened as she looked between Teddy and me.

I cleared my throat, finally breaking eye contact with Teddy. I looked down and played with my fingers. I took a shaky breath, struggling to push down the sobs I've been holding back for years.

"Alright," Mac said, awkwardly clearing his throat. "The girls aren't meant to set up their booth for an hour. That gives us time to study the environment and finalize the best approach."

"Why are you talking like that?" I laughed.

"Like what?" Mac asked innocently.

"Like you're straight out of a crime show," Kelly backed me up.

"Can we just focus on the plan?" Mac sighed. I sent Kelly a playful wink as Mac started to explain the plan.

The entire time Mac went over the plan he's already gone through a million times, I could feel Teddy watching me. It took everything in me not to look at him.

Even though I told Mac I would be fine, it became clear rather quickly just how hard this was going to be.

The second we agreed where we would walk, I left. I wrapped my arms around myself, chewing on my bottom lip as the memories came rushing back.

Teddy Sanders is the only boy that I've ever fallen in love with. We went to school together all our lives. We didn't talk much in elementary school, but we got closer in middle school. We spent more time together and the more time we spent together, the more we fell for each other.

When we dated, he knew more about me than anyone and I knew more about him than anyone. And when all of it came crashing down, I felt like I lost a part of myself.

I walked into a random campus building, quickly finding the bathroom. I locked the stall and leaned against the door. I closed my eyes and had to take slow deep breaths to keep myself from crying.

Seeing Teddy after all these years made the pain feel like the breakup happened yesterday.

                                * * * * *

On my way back from the bathroom, I checked my watch. In forty-five minutes, Teddy and Mac were going to go distract the girls as Kelly and I stole their weed. As I left the building, someone grabbed my hand and pulled me into the alley.

I had just enough time to see it was Teddy before his lips came crashing down onto mine. My mind screamed at me to stop, but I started kissing him back anyway.

I moaned as Teddy pushed me up against the side of the building. Our lips moved hungrily in sync as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. As we made out, memories of high school flashed in my brain. Soon all the pain came rushing back too.

"No," I said as I roughly broke the kiss, pushing him off of me. "I can't do this, Teddy. After everything. . . I can't do this again."

I started to walk around the building, but Teddy ran over and stopped me again. He grabbed my hand, spinning me around.

"Y/N, please. . ."

"No!"

I tore my hand out of his hold, tears officially streaming down my face. I took a shaky breath as I looked at my first love.

"You have no idea how much it hurt when you broke up with me," I said, my voice breaking. "Do you even care that you broke my heart?"

"Of course I care," he stuttered.

"Do you even care that when you left, it shattered my heart? You shattered my heart, Teddy Sanders."

"Any chance I could help you piece it back together?"

I scoffed, wrapping my arms around myself. "It's not that easy," I said under my breath.

"I know," he said instantly. "And I'm not saying it's going to be easy. I meant that I want to help piece it back together. I broke it, so I should fix it."

"Teddy," I sighed.

"Look, I know I was an asshole for leaving you the way I did. I never should've walked away like that."

"Why did you?" I asked, cutting him off.

"What?"

"You never explained why you suddenly didn't want to be a caged bird anymore," I said, nervously looking at my fingers. "I mean. . . I wasn't trying to "cage" you or keep you down. I just thought that we could continue being us, even in college. And honestly, the idea of going away to college was scary and I wasn't sure if I could do it. I thought that if we were together then it wouldn't be. . ."

I let my sentence drop as I wrapped my arms around myself and looked away from him.

"Y/N," he whispered, trying to get me to look at him. "I had no idea."

I shook my head, tightening my arms around myself. I looked down at my feet and asked the question I've been mulling over since he broke up with me.

"Why did you leave me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I didn't get into NYU."

I snapped my head up to finally look at him. "What?"

He sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Senior year, right before graduation, I found out that I didn't get into NYU like you did."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was embarrassed," he admitted, not looking at me.

"Teddy," I sighed, "I would've gone to school here with you. I could've gotten just as good of a degree here as I did at NYU."

"And I knew you would offer to come with me," he said quickly. "But you've wanted to go to NYU since middle school. I didn't want to be the reason you didn't follow your dreams."

"But Teddy," I stuttered, "you're more important to me than a degree from a special college."

"I am?"

"Were. . ." I corrected half-heartedly. "You were more important to me than NYU. I mean, I could've gotten just as good of a degree at your school as I did at NYU."

"If I had asked, would you have come with me?" He asked, taking a hesitant step towards me. I held my breath as he grabbed my hands, instantly intertwining our fingers.

"Yes," I whispered.

The second that word left my mouth, Teddy leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I couldn't resist the urge to kiss him back. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck as our lips moved in sync. Teddy pushed his tongue into my mouth, instantly battling for dominance. I moaned when I felt Teddy snake his hands down my back. I bit his lip as he squeezed my ass.

"Teddy," I gasped, breaking the kiss and leaning our foreheads against each other.

"I'm sorry I broke your heart," Teddy whispered. "Please give me a chance to put it back together."

I bit my bottom lip as I looked into his eyes. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him like crazy. Ever since we broke up, I have constantly thought of him. I reached up and gently cupped his face in my hand.

"It's the least you could do for breaking it."

I gasped, giggling as Teddy pulled me into his chest and pressed his lips to mine. Our lips moved desperately in sync as Teddy's arm tightened around my waist. He broke the kiss again with his signature smirk on his face.

"How about we get out of here and I can start repairing your heart now?"

"Aren't you supposed to help Mac distract the girls while I steal a garbage bag full of weed?" I chuckled.

"Yeah," he sighed dramatically. "But I much rather take you somewhere and start fixing things."

"Teddy," I chuckled as I pulled out of his arms. I took his arm and led him back to our meeting spot. "First, we destroy the sorority. Then you can start fixing my heart."

[gothicwidowsworld]

Time to grow up 1/3

Another day another frat party. Life felt like it was on repeat recently and there was nothing Y/N could do to stop it, she had to just sit by and watch her friends get drunk and high. The neon strobe lights assaulted the y/h/c girls vision. Sighing Y/N took another sip from her red cup the liquid inside bland compared to her usual drink of choice. A couple of days ago Y/N would have been like her friends wearing small amounts of clothing and swaying her hips drunkenly but she couldn’t do that anymore. She realised she had to grow up and it seemed like nobody else could give a fuck about tomorrow it was all about the now, living in the moment and nothing else. 

“Hey you okay?” Teddy practically yelled over the music at the girl who had barely moved all night and had stuck to the walls like a middle schooler. Shrugging Y/N rested her head against the cold wall trying to control the pounding in her head. Teddy rolled his eyes before taking a seat next to the girl. “Okay what’s wrong you’ve been weird all day.” he questioned in an accusing tone. Teddy may give off the vibe that he only looked out for number one but deep and I mean very deep down he was a sweet boy and cared for the y/s/c girl like she was his own flesh and blood. “It’s nothing.” Y/N whispered not caring if Teddy caught what she’d said or not. Frowning the frat president took the cup of the girl before giving it a quick sniff. Glaring Y/N snatched her cup back taking another sip. “You know you can tell me right.” Teddy added slinging a sweaty arm around the female in comfort. “You wouldn’t understand Ted just leave it.” of course though Teddy couldn’t leave it, if anything he was more curious now and he was going to make damn sure he got answers.  Attempting to wriggle out of the males hold Y/N sighed again “He’s going to hate me Ted.” somehow she couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of her mouth. “Who? Nobody could hate you Y/N/N you’re too sweet for that.” Teddy whispered in reassurance.  Fiddling with her fingers Y/N choked back the gathering tears. “I’m pregnant Ted happy.” though she sounded snappy it felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Teddy huffed in disbelief at how distraught his friend seemed. “Well that explains the water you’ve been drinking all night. How about a dance.” Cutting the frat member off Y/N shook her head frantically. “One song?” Teddy begged hoping to get the girl out of her funk. 

Y/N was never really a big fan of Garf’s musical playlist but the fact he ‘contaminated’ it with Ke$ha for her meant she couldn’t really turn down Teddy’s outstretched hand. For a couple of minutes all seemed fine, like it was normal again. Well minus the fact the old guy from next door had challenged Ted to a dance off and lets just say there was no competition. But soon it all came crashing down. In a split second the girl went from letting her hair down to almost in tears at her naivety. There was Pete and Brooke hand in hand sneaking up the stairs, there was only one reason why people sloped off at a Delta Psi Beta party  and it was the same reason that caused Y/N to be in this little dilemma in the first place. Tears stung at her y/e/c orbs and it felt like time had stopped. Like Pete couldn’t see her due to being too loved up with the girl Y/N had thought of as a friend. Some sort of friend huh. “I think it’s best I… I’m gonna go.” Y/N told Teddy still in shock before stalking out the house party leaving Teddy to storm off after Pete and Brooke.

[plus-size-reader]

Love and Support

Teddy Sanders x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1610 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Teddy doesn’t know where to go when Pete gets engaged, so he goes to the only person in the world that he can always count on. 

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When Pete got engaged, Teddy realized that he didn't have anywhere to go. It had just been the two of them all through most of high school and all of college. However, now that Pete was doing the whole marriage thing, he was no longer interested in living with his best friend.

So, he went to the one place that he knew he would always be welcome...

Your house.

You and Teddy had been on and off most of your relationship but more than that, you were also best friends. You had always had his back, and always would so even when he was lost and had no where to go.

He knew that he was always going to have you...no matter what.

Which was why you didn't even ask questions when he knocked on the door of your apartment, wearing nothing but his track pants.

Instead, you ushered him in and sat him on the couch before heading into the kitchen to grab him a water. As far as you could tell, he'd actually ran all the way from his house, and not super successfully.

"Thank you" he hummed, taking the glass in one hand, and running his free hand through his hair, which was slightly damp with sweat.

You nodded, plopping down on the couch beside him. You knew that you should have been upset with him, considering the two of you hadn't talked in what seemed like forever...but you weren't.

The two of you weren't exclusive and Teddy didn't owe you anything. Right now, he just needed someone to look after him for a while. He only came to see you when he really needed it and you weren't going to turn him away.

"Did you lose your shoes or just not wear them?" you wondered, breaking the silence in the room. You wanted him to open up to you at his pace but a little bit of context would have been nice.

It wasn't every day that he showed up like this, and he was being super quiet.

Typically, Teddy was super affectionate and was all over you as soon as you opened the door but today he was in his head.

Something really intense must have happened to get him like this.

You hadn't seen Teddy like this in a really long time.

"Didn't wear 'em" he muttered, downing the entire cup of water like he was shooting tequila. He was really upset, and to be totally honest, you hated it.

You just wanted to make it all better for him. "Oh, poor baby" you cooed, pulling him into your chest lightly so you could play with his hair. He had always liked to cuddle like this when you two would spend the night together.

That was the best thing about the two of you and the relationship you shared. You were comfortable together and there was no room for shame there.

Whatever was bothering him, Teddy was going to have to own up eventually because you were here for him, but you didn’t have all night. The sooner he told you what was up, the sooner you could help him work through it.

“Are you going to tell me why not?” you wondered, running your fingers through the slightly curly hair at the base of his neck.

Once Teddy got comfortable enough, he was going to tell you what had prompted his arrival at your door...all you had to do was wait for him to break the ice.

Which he did, after a hefty sigh into your lap.

“Pete is getting married”

The sentence came out as a strangled huff against your thighs, which he was face down in currently...but you caught enough of it to understand.

Pete and Teddy had been together for even longer than the two of you had, by a very large margin and with him moving on with his lover, it was understandably hard for him to grasp.

If your best friend was getting married, you would have struggled too. It didn’t help that the both men lived together too, because now Teddy didn’t have anywhere to go.

Everything had snapped into place with a single sentence.

“And you don’t want him to abandon you?” you finished, filling in the blanks as best you could. In the mood that Teddy was in right now, he was most likely not going to finish a whole thought.

He could be kind of spacey when he got emotional...and this was a very emotional topic for him.

“Of course I don’t want him to abandon me!? I just want him to appreciate me” he whined, wanting more than anything to just have everything go back to the way it was before.

Everything had been perfect, but now that Pete had Deran, he didn’t need him anymore. It was hard to feel like he was being tossed away for a different model. He didn’t want to throw away everything that they had built together as brothers.

You got it...no one wanted to feel that. You could definitely understand where Teddy was coming from, though you still weren’t one-hundred percent certain where you’d come in.

“But you know that he appreciates you right? You know that he loves you” you reminded, trying to stop the dramatics that Teddy had in store for you.

He was dealing with something that was hard, but not impossible.

“You should be happy for him Teddy bear, because he’s happy” there was something pretty calming about your words. You had a point, there was no reason that any of this had to be about him because the wedding was for Pete.

The whole thing was about Pete, no matter if it hurt him in the process.

It wasn’t about Teddy, and he just had to realize that.

“Thank you Y/N, I can always count on you” he purred, sitting up finally to sit beside you. His hair was disheveled because of your playing with it but not too much for either of you to care.

What really mattered was that he seemed much more calm about the entire situation than when he first arrived at your door. There was just something so reassuring about having you in his corner at all times...

Teddy should have known that you would always be there.

He was so lucky...and he only just realized.

“I’m in love with you” he blurted out, shocking you both with his confession. He hadn’t ever said that to you, even when you were more serious and you weren’t sure how to react.

There was no way that Teddy was actually in love with you. He was probably just feeling emotional right now and wouldn’t see you again until he had another problem.

That was just the way that it went and you were comfortable with that, you liked it that way.

“What?”

You were positive that your eyes were as wide as saucers as you waited for him to clarify but he only shrugged, turning toward you fully to get a better view into your eyes.

“I am in love with you...and I always have been” he hummed, reaching out to take your hand in his own to give it a squeeze, as if that would somehow prove it to you.

In any other situation, you would have assumed that you two were just messing around, or maybe he was too emotional right now to think clearly but when you looked at his face, you knew differently.

Never in your life had you seen Teddy like that. There was a look in his eyes that told you that he was serious...

And Teddy was rarely serious.

He acted like his life was one big joke, and that had always been a problem that you had with him. However, this was completely different.

Teddy would never play with your feelings like that...you knew that for a fact. He might have been a bit goofy, and unmotivated but he had a heart of gold, no matter what happened.

So you had to believe him.

"You're in love with me?" you repeated, only repeating it to make sure that you weren't totally insane. You wanted to make sure that he was a hundred percent sure before admitting anything to him.

Sure, you'd always been in love with Teddy, it would have been impossible not to be. However, that didn't mean that you were completely ready to be vulnerable right now.

This was about him, this was about his feelings and how hurt he was about his best friend getting married. The last thing you wanted to do was talk about your history, not when he was in this hyper-emotional state.

Still, you were open to having a conversation about it...in the morning.

For now, you just wanted to make sure that Teddy was alright, and then you two could go to bed. It would be much better to talk about such a sensitive issue over pancakes and orange juice.

"I love you too Teddy bear, now lets get you to bed" you allowed, taking his hand in your own to lead him to the guest bedroom, where he'd spent many nights since graduating.

As tired as he was, it was definitely a good call to wait until he felt a little better to talk about it. The two of you may have been in different rooms as you fell asleep but you knew that you were just as much on Teddy's mind, as he was on your own.

You just couldn't wait for those pancakes in the morning, so you could get to the bottom of what he'd told you tonight.

[chemicallady]

Masterlist!

A/N: I am not a native speaker, so forgive me if there are some mistakes here or there. REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid x Reader

- Dr and Dr Reid series

Part I 

Part II 

Other Criminal Minds fics!

Csi 

Greg Sanders x Reader

One Shorts

• Matching 

• Daddy's home

Greg Sanders Series Science and Vision:

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Calleigh Duquene x Reader

• My Happy Ending- Calleigh Dusquene x Reader

Da Vinci's Demons

Girolamo Riario x Reader

• coming soon!

JACKASS

Johnny Knoxville x Reader

• I swear it's not a prank

• Scale of names based on how serious the situation is

• Mr Pretty Face 🌶

• American Teddy Bear

Boku No Hero Academia

Bakugou Katzuki x Reader

• coming soon!

PISTOL

Johnny Rotten x Reader

• Everybody's Fool

BAD OMENS

Noah Sebastian x reader

Noah Sebastian series 'I love you to death but I'm drowing'

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Noah Sebastian series 'I wanna feel love again'

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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INTRODUCTION AND MOD APPLICATIONS~

Hello! New danganronpa blog here. Let’s start with introductions before I get into what this account will be for.

My name is Mod Junko and I am the creator of this imagine page. I am an omniromantic asexual female who uses she/her pronouns. I am a big fan of Danganronpa, The Promised Neverland, Sanders Sides and Five Nights at Freddy’s. I have two dogs and I might get a cat after one of them passes (they are 1 and 6 right now, so hopefully it won’t happen soon). Now, let’s get onto what this blog will include.

This blog is strictly for Danganronpa and I accept the following types of requests: Angst Fluff Comfort SFW Yandere Character/reader X Reader Character x Character I do not do NSFW imagines, but that doesn’t mean other mods won’t. It just means that any NSFW imagines may take longer to get too, depending on how many of the other mods will take them. Here’s a short sample of my writing, extracted from one of my wattpad stories (which is ironically a FNaF book..but hey, this is just a sample. The rest of this blog is strictly danganronpa only!)

Third Person POV: Everything was dark. All the watcher could hear was silence as they walked through the blackness. They heard a thud behind them and turned around just as the lights snapped on. As their eyes adjusted to the light, they could blearily make out three figures. A tall man and two young children, walking towards the kitchen of a brightly lit restaurant. One of the children, a young boy clutched a teddy bear in his left hand as he gripped his older brother's arm with his right one. The younger boy, who looked about 6 wore a red fox mask while the older, around 8 wore an orange,white and purple version of that mask. The older boy appeared to have a red mark across his cheek as well as a thin scar under his left eye. The scene disappeared as a bright light flashed through, now showing a scene in a small side room away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world in the underground pizzeria. The same boy from the last scene was now leaning against the wall while his father watched him closely, silence heavy and suffocating. Suddenly a loud noise bounced off the walls, startling all of the people in the room. The older man pulled his phone out of his pocket and left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar as he spoke in hushed tones with the person on the other end of the line. Something shuddered in one of the darker corners of the room and the boy looked up. He was now slightly older, by maybe one or two years and he looked even worse than before. The bright red slap mark had been replaced with a black eye and that tiny scar had somehow grown slightly longer over time. The boy took a step closer which must have triggered something, seeing as what ever had been in the shadows sprung out, its open jaws, ready to clamp shut. The boy opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The jaws shut, just short of the boys face and shoving him to the floor. Unfortunately for the boy, the angle he'd fallen on had proved to be fatal.

Crack

The boy’s eyes shot open as he woke up in a cold sweat. He reached for his bedside lamp and switched it on as he gathered his thoughts. This was a reoccurring nightmare that never seemed to disappear. The sickening crack as the young boys neck broke. That silent scream that never seemed to catch anyone's attention. He missed his younger brother and mother greatly, but knew there was a slim chance of ever seeing them again after that. He rubbed his eyes slightly, removing some of his eyeshadow to reveal a small scar under his left eye.

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Urban Legends (Part Three - Chris Beck)

Pairing: Chris Beck x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k words

Warnings: none

Summary: (Y/n) Watney was something of an urban legend at NASA. Commander of the Ares I mission, (Y/n) was the first human to set foot on another planet. She heard names like Neil Armstrong and smirked. She was on her way to being the most famous astronaut in history, and she was determined to bring her brother along for the ride. She recommended Mark to Vincent Kapoor. She helped him get on the Ares III mission to Mars.

Her brother was stuck on Mars because of her, and she was determined to bring him home. 

After all, if he was the first human to die on another planet that would thoroughly steal her thunder; and she couldn’t have that.

Notes: sorry this took a minute. 

Start From the Beginning With… Part One

Previously On... Part Two

There were a great many urban legends about ghosts, and (Y/n) knew them all. 

When she and Mark were still very young, they would go camping all the time with their parents. Donna and Barry Watney encouraged their children to be active and resourceful and would often drag the pair out to various national parks or rural regions of the country to try their hand in the great outdoors, an exploration-themed pastime they would take to the extreme later in life.

While they eventually found a love for it that took them out of this world, neither was particularly persuaded by the initial proposition. The two kids were only convinced to come along on their parents’ excursions because their parents always brought a telescope, and they took turns, away from the city lights, to look at the stars. 

They had contests to see who could name more of them, and their dad officiated the score. (Y/n) knew now that her dad had never taken an astronomy class, and thinking back on it she was pretty sure he just took it in turns to say which of them won the game that trip without any real thought. Not that she was complaining, she’d won the last time they all went camping together when she was fifteen, so as far as she was concerned she was the reigning champion forever.

(Y/n) and Mark made competitions of everything. If there was something to be done than there was something to be won. One of them would get a higher grade on the test. One of them would read more books. One of them would win their chess game. Hell, one of them would take out the garbage faster. No matter how obvious, no matter how suited, no matter how mundane, everything was a challenge to be won. Theirs was not a rivalry restricted to games. 

They were each other’s greatest foes, but also each other’s greatest fans.

Outside of House Watney, it was Mark and (Y/n) against the world. They could beat each other all they wanted, but the minute one of them lost to some outside force the other appeared, as if out of thin air. (Y/n) managed to figure out the password for a teacher’s computer and changed the scores at the science fair so her brother could beat Jason Richter for the first place prize. Mark once hiked four miles roundtrip, through woods in the dead of night, from his cabin at the boys’ summer camp to his sisters’ girls’ summer camp cabin on the other side of the park just to deliver (Y/n) his superior calculator to win a meaningless, trophyless math tournament.

Of course, no win was meaningless to the Watney siblings, especially not over each other. There was always a lot at stake. Bragging rights were always up for grabs, and teasing was incessant for the loser. 

On their camping trips, the competitive streak extended far beyond the telescope. Out in the wilderness, far away from books and internet, the pair would sit around a campfire seeing who could tell the scarier story.

They started out judging the competition on how scared the other person looked, but that had only led to arguments about who had more goosebumps or who’s eyes scanned the woods more often. Arguments made significantly worse by the fact that Mark was a much, much better actor than (Y/n), and therefore much better at hiding his fear. At their mother’s suggestion, they had turned to counting how much sleep the other person lost.

An ingenious suggestion on their mother’s part that (Y/n) would look on years later as an A+ parenting strategy. To begin, they both wanted to go to bed early, whether they were tired or not, so they could say they got more sleep than the other. Plus, sharing a tent, they couldn’t call the other person out on being awake without proving they were awake themselves, leading to many silent and peaceful nights in the campground. 

It took truly terrifying tales to get either of the Watney children to flinch in their pretense of sleep, and Mark had eventually, after years of stories, won the game with a ghost story he made up himself set in their very camp. 

(Y/n) remembered the moment she peaked out between her eyelids and saw her brother dozing. Clearly, genuinely asleep. 

It pained her to admit she was freaked out by his story, but she finally shook him awake and confessed.

“I don’t know where you heard about that girl or if it’s true, but I can’t sleep.” 

Mark had sympathetically patted the space next to him in his sleeping bag, and (Y/n) curled into her brother for protection. “Don’t worry, (Y/n),” he soothed. “It’s just an urban legend.”

He let her have her moment of weakness that night, but in the morning the victory dance was unbearable.

(Y/n) felt as though she was the one living the ghost story. Only this time, Mark wasn’t there to comfort her. He was the ghost. Her every waking moment was haunted and plagued by thoughts of him. 

When she woke up, she saw him sitting on the couch of her hotel room. When she got out of the shower, he was watching the tv she’d forgotten to turn off. When she got in her car, he was in the passenger seat. 

In a way, it was better that he was alive. Because of course, it was; she wanted nothing more than for him to be alive. In another way, it was worse. He was dead on Mars no matter what; it would’ve been less painful if the antenna did him in. 

Her eyes stared unseeing at the news playing over the cafe’s television as her mind counted down. 

Two and a half minutes left.

The tv had been on ESPN when she walked in, but a quiet word from (Y/n) to the woman behind the register had seen the channel changed, much to the disappointment of a group of men in suits sitting at the counter. 

One had even turned to complain to her about ruining their SportsCenter lunchbreak, but he quickly shut up when he caught sight of who he was about to confront. 

“My condolences, Commander Watney,” the man turned back to the counter and didn’t look back at her booth again. 

His friends all glanced surreptitiously over their shoulders at her throughout their meal, but she was used to it. Not the pity in their eyes, that was a new addition. 

Being watched had become a part of her every day life on Earth. It was part of why (Y/n) was so eager to go back to space. In space, the only eyes were her crew and the stars. 

Today though, it was oddly comforting. They were voyeurs more than anything. (Y/n) knew they only cared to a degree, but it was a degree more than her hotel pillow was capable of caring. 

(Y/n) spent most of her time in Florida working at Launch Control or doing promotional press and the rest of her time in D.C. campaigning for NASA funding. She had an apartment not far from the Kennedy Space Center and a best friend who lived just inside the Maryland state line. 

The last time she’d spent any real time in Houston had been as an AsCan, when NASA put her up in a dorm with other potential candidates. Since training ended, (Y/n) had only really visited Texas for a meeting here or there. 

The only people she knew in Texas worked in the upper echelon of NASA, and after the news they’d dropped on her, spending time crying on their shoulder was about the last thing (Y/n) wanted to do.

The press conference was slated to start any moment. (Y/n) desperately needed someone to care, but she’d rather take the passive curiosity of strangers than Annie Montrose’s calculating eye or Mitch Henderson’s guilt ridden conscience. 

Somewhere in her mind, (Y/n) registered as the news clicked over to NASA, and the man who’d offered his sympathy began to order the waitress to turn it off. 

“No,” (Y/n) called just loud enough to be heard. “It’s important.” 

The waitress leaned back against the counter to watch, and it seemed, as if drawn by some unknown magnetism to her pain every other patron in the room quieted down enough to hear the words. 

“We’re now joining the press conference live where NASA’s Chief Director, Teddy Sanders, has an announcement.” 

The newscaster spoke over Teddy introducing himself as the director mouthed an introduction only heard by those in the room. 

The volume cut to NASA just in time to hear, “There’s no easy way to put this. Mark Watney is alive.”

The silence was deafening for a long beat before the world around her exploded. 

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The first call was from an old school friend. 

Jenny has been watching the news when it was announced, and she’d called right away. Naively, worried that (Y/n) didn’t know she hadn’t wanted her to hear from a stranger. 

Calls two through six had come in while she was on the phone with Jenny.

(Y/n) didn’t return any of them.

She answered call number fourteen, ten minutes later. It was her favorite professor, Dr. Armstrong, a name which had an irony that was not lost on (Y/n). He was the head of the Computer Science department during her undergraduate degree, and he’d had her back once every semester to speak to classes about all the places their degree could take them. Needless to say, his classes featuring her were very popular.

Call fifteen through twenty came in the twenty minutes they were talking. Dr. Armstrong hadn’t asked her how she was doing. He probed at what was happening and if anything could be done to help. 

Call twenty-three had been her neighbor in Florida. Maria Ramirez was the opposite, desperately worried about whether or not (Y/n) was okay.

Those were the only calls (Y/n) answered on Day One. After telling Maria for the millionth time that she would survive the night, (Y/n) had hung up to another twelve missed calls. 

“I want to marry whoever invented the do not disturb button,” (Y/n) grumbled, pressing the cresent moon and tossing her phone into the corner of the room to leave her undisturbed for the rest of the day.

She answered the first call on Day Two. In large part because (Y/n) didn’t know who it was.

“This is (Y/n).” She said, catching the phone between her shoulder and ear.

“(Y/n)?” It wasn’t exactly a question, but the hesitation in the voice made it sound like one. “Th-This is Amy Beck.”

(Y/n) had only met Dr. Beck once, on the launch pad before he piled in to be launched into orbit with her brother. Their entire exchange had been “Good luck, Dr. Beck.” and “Thank you, Commander Watney.”, so they hadn’t really had time to get into personal matters like exchanging sibling contact information.

“I-I got your number from Mitch Henderson.”

“Well that explains a lot,” (Y/n) grumbled, not really bothering to hide her displeasure from the woman on the other end of the line. “What can I do for you?”

“I was actually hoping we could talk… In person?” Amy hedged.

(Y/n) sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. A wife of one of the Ares II crew had hung her up for nearly six hours asking all kinds of questions about what her husband was going through on the trip to Mars, and she really was in no mood to go through that again. “Unfortunately, I’m in Houston at the moment…”

“I know,” Amy cut in quickly. “I live in Houston, myself. I was hoping we could meet for coffee? Only quickly, it would have to be for my lunch break.”

Now that was a time constraint (Y/n) could reasonably see to.

“All right. Tell me when and where.”

“Any day you like, around 1 oclock, at Al Vetros? It’s near my work.” 

“Tomorrow then.”

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“So what is it you wanted to talk about? I regret to inform you that a lunch break isn’t long enough to explain how the engine aboard the Hermes functions.” 

A quick browse through Facebook had shown (Y/n) Amy’s picture, though admittedly nothing else with the woman’s stringent privacy settings. It gave (Y/n) complete confidence when she walked in that she’d spotted the right woman at the two seater by the window, plopping down into the seat opposite to begin without hesitation.

“No, no,” Amy, somewhat befuddled by (Y/n)’s abruptness, quickly responded, “I don’t think there’s any hope in me understanding any of that. I never liked physics. Or the stars for that matter, I don’t have any ambition to go into a vacuum where a piece of glass is all that stands between me and death.” 

“Then what did you want me to help you with?” (Y/n)’s eyebrows creased together.

“I was hoping I might be the one to help you.” Amy leaned forward with her elbows on the table, not quite whispering but certainly speaking low enough to avoid any eavesdroppers, “Mitch called and told me all about Mark before it hit the news. I figured you wouldn’t want to leave Houston while NASA was monitoring him.”

“You figured right.” (Y/n) heaved a sigh, “The Holiday Inn staff have been overly kind to me given the circumstances.”

Amy dug around in her pocket for a moment before pulling out a key ring. “Yes, Mitch mentioned. I thought you might want something a little more homey, and a little less expensive than a long-term stay in a hotel.”

(Y/n) eyed the key but made no move to grab it. “I can’t take that.”

“And why not?” Amy set the key on the table and slid it across to the space in front of (Y/n). “I like to think you would accomodate me if my brother was trapped on Mars, and I have a spare room so it’s really no inconvenience.”

(Y/n) fingered the jagged edge of the key with a thoughtful hand. Amy didn’t know what she was saying. (Y/n) really, really couldn’t accept this. “I don’t think you understand what you’re offering here. My brother had 50 days worth of rations for his whole crew. Assuming he does absolutely nothing to extend or improve his food supply, worst case scenario sees my brother dying in a year. My best case scenario, Mark manages to extend or add to his food supply and by some miracle we get him back in a few years when Ares IV goes to Mars.”

Amy pretended to think it over, but (Y/n) could tell the woman was just humoring her. “Yep,” Amy gave a lazy smile. “Still haven’t changed my mind.”

“I’m not leaving Houston till he dies or comes back alive. That’s anywhere from 300 days to 5 years from now.” 

“Yep.” Amy popped the last ‘p’ letter, then leaned forward and pushed the key into (Y/n)’s palm. “I hope you don’t mind the sound of violin music. I don’t play or anything; I just really like watching Sherlock.”

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Next Time on... Part Four

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United

Can you do a mark watney x reader where the reader is his wife and he comes home and meets his 8 month son and she tells him that she named it after him! - @frootdollhouse

A/N - okay so it says you’ve deactivated but i thought id post this anyway, also from how long he was on mars the baby would be closer to a year and half to two years so i’ve altered the ages a bit, also the timeline may not be entirely accurate in matching up to the film/pregnancy but call it creative license

—

You didn’t know what to do. Your husband had left for Mars only two weeks ago and you just found out that were pregnant. He would still be in space when you gave birth, it wasn’t as if he could come back now even if he wanted to.

He was stressed enough going to live on another planet for a month nevermind having to deal with the thought of you pregnant at home.

You hadn’t been to the doctors yet, maybe the test with two glaring pink lines was wrong. Maybe.

—

Nope, you were pregnant. One month along.

Mark was in space.

It was still the first trimester, lots of stuff could go wrong. You could just keep it to yourself until you were absolutely sure everything would be fine.

—

By the time you were a few months along the Hermes was too far away for video calls. You didn’t want to send it in an email or a video. You wanted to see his face when you told him.

Your stomach was swelling with the small life growing inside you by now, you didn’t want to know the gender of the baby yet. It was going to be a surprise.

You couldn’t wait for their month stay to be over and on their way back so you could tell Mark.

—

He’s dead.

Your husband was dead.

Your baby’s father was dead.

Mark was dead and he was left on Mars to be covered in sand.

He didn’t ever find out you were pregnant.

—

If you thought you had been stressed before you didn’t know what this was. The doctor said that stress was bad for the baby but there was so much you hadn’t done.

The babys room wasn’t ready. Did you have enough clothes? What about diapers? What if you accidently drop it or poke its head?

You weren’t ready for this. Mark would have been an excellent father but you had to do this on your own and you would do the best you could.

—

After 54 hours of labour you were exhausted, the doctor placed a wriggling bundle in your arms with a soft smile. “It’s a boy.”

You had a huge smile on your face as you looked down at your baby, “Hello,” you whispered as he yawned and opened his eyes. This was the happiest you had been in months. He was the spitting image of his father.

“What are you gonna call him?” your mother asked.

“Mark. Mark Watney Jr.”

—

Having a newborn baby wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. You didn’t have time to sleep, eat or shower. Still you loved that baby with all your heart.

A knock on the door roused you from your half dozing state. You were sure you looked a mess but you didn’t care.

Behind the door was the same NASA official who had told you Mark was dead. Mitch Henderson. “Can I help you?”

“Might I come in?” he asked.

You nodded and allowed him past and into the livingroom. It was messy as hell but you didn’t care, you just cared about the little bundle that was fast asleep in the baby bouncy chair.

Mitch walked past and looked down at Mark Jr, a small smile on his face. “He looks just like his dad.”

You nodded, “He does,” you agreed.

“There’s something I need to tell you, you might want to take a seat,” he gestured to the sofa and you obediently sat down.

“What is it?”

“There’s no easy way to say this, but Mark’s alive.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “How- what- but you said-?”

Mitch sighed and ran a hand over his face, “Somehow he survived the storm and he’s still on the HAB on Mars. We’re trying to set up a way to communicate and let him know that we know he’s alive. I’ve just been to see his parents, Teddy Sanders is telling the public later today and I thought you should know first.”

You nodded, letting that information sink in, “But the crew is on their way back. How will he get home?”

“We’re working on it,” he assured you. While you were overjoyed that Mark was still alive a small part in the back of your mind reminded you of everything Mark had told you in the run up to the mission - you were no mathematician but you knew that he would run out of food sooner rather than later.

—

You felt bad but you had to put thoughts of Mark out of your mind, worrying wouldn’t help get him back and it certainly wouldn’t help you raise a baby. Mark Jr was growing by the day it seemed, his little baby smile was enough to make your day, you were aware of the progress of getting Mark back. The media was all over it, it seemed everywhere you looked there was an article or campaign for it. Thankfully, by some miracle, the media seemed unaware of you and Mark Jr which was how you would have liked it to be kept.

You knew about the launch to send him more food supplies, you knew about it’s failure and the outcome that meant for Mark. It seemed no matter what he was destined to die on Mars, you didn’t want to get your hopes up.

—

NASA had set up a way to communicate with Mars, which meant he got data dumps again. Mitch Henderson came round again and asked if you would like to send him something. You did, but you had no idea what to say. ‘Hey, Mark it’s your wife. Oh also, this is your seven month old baby,’ didn’t seem like it would cut it.

You ended up filming a short video and giving it to Mitch to send in the next data dump.

—

A message popped up on the computer and Mark clicked to open up the next data dump, there were the usual messages of people asking for pictures or quotes about what he was doing up there and how he felt, stuff from NASA, but one thing caught his attention.

From Y/N Watney

His heart skipped a beat, this was the first he had heard from you since he had arrived on the HAB all that time ago, eagerly he clicked on the video and waited for it to load up.

“Hi Mark,” you appeared on the screen and his face spread into a grin, “Long time no see,” you laughed awkwardly. “I’m not quite sure what to say honestly. A lot has happened since you’ve been gone. A lot.”

He watched you briefly disappear from the screen and come back holding a baby, “This is your son.” His heart stopped. He had a son. He was on Mars and you and his son were on Earth.

“I found out I was pregnant just after you’d left for Mars. I was waiting for the first trimester to go smoothly before I told anyone, which it did, I didn’t want to tell you over a video,” you chuckled humorlessly, “I wanted to see your reaction, so I was planning to wait until you were close enough to skype again. Obviously that didn’t happen, which is why you’re only just finding out now. HIs name’s Mark, I named him after you. Though this was when I thought you were dead,” you joked a little.

“Anyway. I don’t know what much else to say. I love you, Mark, and I hope you make it home.”

The video shut off leaving Mark stunned. He had a son. If he thought he had incentive to get home before it had doubled now. He was going to make it and he was going to get back to you and Mark Jr.

—

You were sat in front of the television, they were broadcasting the rescue worldwide. The hermes had gone back for Mark and now it was the moment that decided whether or not he would make it home. There would be a 12 minute delay. Nothing could be done from Earth, it all came down to the crew.

You and Mark had been able to send messages to one another, he told you about the ‘modifications’ he would have to make to the MAV. You had little hope it would work, but you knew that Mark would find a way to save himself - he always did.

You listened with a bated breath, Mark Jr by your side also silent, listening to the crew get ready one by one.

“Watney?”

“Go.”

You sobbed a laugh, it was the first time you had heard his voice in over a year. The whole experience was a tense one, apparently there were some issues with the comms when bunch of static sounded over the speakers. The Hermes was too far from Mark, who was suggesting to punch a hole in his suit. The rest of the crew were close friends of yours - if you knew them like you thought you did then you knew they were considering some crazy plan that they didn’t want to be overheard.

The static cut off, “Housten please be advised we are going to blow up part of the Hermes.” Yup, crazy plan. Frickin’ astronauts.

“I have visual on the MAV,” Lewis’s voice sounded. You stopped breathing. This was it.

“312 meters.”

“DId you say 312? Great, I’ll wave at you guys as I go by.” You couldn’t help the small laugh, you still weren’t used to hearing his voice again even if he was being sarcastic about his own demise.

“I can’t get to you Mark, you’re too far.” You gulped, you knew you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up.

“6 meters.”

You heard sounds of a struggle and you were on the edge of your seat, you had no idea what was happening up there.

“Housten this is Hermes actual. We got him. Watney is secure. Houston, six crew safely aboard.”

You cried with joy, tears running freely down your face and a wide smile and you laughed. He was safe, he was alive, he was coming home. Mark Jr gurgled and you scooped him up off the sofa and spun him round making him giggle, “He’s coming home. Your daddy’s coming home.”

—

This would be the first skype call you would have with Mark, you were anxiously bouncing in your seat as you waited for it to connect. Mark appeared on screen and you smiled wide and he grinned back, “Hey, you,” you greeted.

“You have no idea how good it is to see you,” he smiled.

“I think I have some idea.”

“Mark’s down for a nap right now,” you told him and he nodded.

“That’s fine, let him sleep.” You could see that he was skinnier than when he left, he didn’t look as bad as the photos you had seen of him when he first came aboard the Hermes but you knew there was a lot of recovery ahead. A diet or potatoes for well over a year and minimum calorie intake would have certainly took its toll on him. “I can’t wait to get back and see you for real again.”

“Me neither.”

—

The Ares crew was landing today, you were at NASA with the other families. Vogels wife and all his children were there as well as Martinez’s wife and their young son who was about four years old now. You had Mark Jr stepped to your chest as you eagerly awaited the decent. You were stood with Mark’s parents, who had been a great help with Mark Jr while you went back to work teaching at the university.

As they landed everyone rushed out to greet them, officials and doctors at the head of the crowd as the families trailed behind. There was a flash of cameras as the crew emerged, stepping on Earth for the first time in around two years.

Paramedics stepped forward to assess the crew for any damage, particularly Mark but he just pushed past them and through the small crew until his eyes landed on you. A wide grin spread across your face at the sight of him and you stepped forward to meet him in the middle as you hugged him tightly, careful not to crush Mark Jr too much.

Mark pulled back and crashed his lips into your, you were sure you were crying and were vaguely aware of the flashes of photos being taken but you didn’t care. You pulled away with wide smiles, “This is Mark Jr,” your son squirmed in his seat and you lifted him out and let Mark pick him up.

“Hello there,” Mark smiled, fascinated as his son moved in his arms happily looking around at all the new faces and excitement of the crowd.

Mark Jr wriggled and reached out to grab at Mark’s face, pressing his baby hand against Mark’s cheek and giggling. “Hi,” he said shyly, one of the few words he could now say and understand. Mark grinned and laughed in delight and happy tears filled your eyes as you watched them. Your family was together, finally united at last.

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A/N- okay so I think the timing is kind of messed up a bit and I have no clue what babies are supposed to be able to do at what age but I hope you guys like it! Requests are closed ♡

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*Fraternity vs. Sorority–Teddy Sanders

Request by gummihoney

Warnings: drunk sex, language

When I accepted the position of President of the Gamma Kappa Sorority, I didn't know I'd be battling the president of the Delta Psi Fraternity. Teddy Sanders is the most egotistical, obnoxious, asshole of a man. He thinks he's the shit. He runs around campus, acting like he owns the whole place. And that may have been the case.

Until he met me.

When I became president of the Gamma Kappa Sorority, the previous president warned me about Teddy. She said he'd play dirty until he got you dirty. After she left, one of the girls immediately told me that the previous president was sleeping with Teddy the entire time she was in charge. The real kicker? She had a boyfriend.

Knowing that, I made sure I would never let Teddy get the upper hand. I've been president of the sorority for two years now and we have kicked Delta Psi's ass.

Whenever there is a party, ours is better. Whenever we have a tailgate, ours is bigger. Whenever we do anything, we do it bigger and better.

While in high heels, I should add.

"Hey, Y/N."

"Hi, Pete," I smiled.

Pete is the only guy in the fraternity who isn't a complete asshole. Then again, he was gay. Him being gay made me like him even more. But of course, the poor guy had to hide it from his so-called brothers.

"Rumor around the house is that you girls are throwing quite the end of spring break bash," he chuckled.

"Of course," I said with a playful wink. I narrowed my eyes when I saw the guilty look on his face. I sighed as I crossed my arms over my chest and shifted my weight.

"Pete," I said slowly, "honey, do you know something I should know?"

He opened and closed his mouth, hesitating to speak up.

"Pete," I said again. "If you know something Teddy is up to, you should tell me."

"Or what?" He said, switching into his fake frat-boy attitude. I sent him a look which he responded to by clearing his throat.

"I'm not going to tell the guys you're gay," I sighed. "Look, I know you're tired of this dumbass fued. So am I. All my girls are. They are terrified to go anywhere near your frat because they're worried you guys might. . ."

"Wait," he said when I didn't continue. "Are the girls scared we might take advantage of them?"

"Can you blame us?" I scoffed.

"Us?"

It was my turn to embarrassingly look away. I tightened my arms around me as I whispered, "It's not like Teddy hasn't thought about it."

I finally looked back at Pete when he took a step closer to me. "Y/N," he said softly, "I know Teddy plays a big role as Fraternity President Douche, but he would never do anything like that to you. He talks shit but that's it. He would never cross the line. Especially without consent."

"I wish that made me feel better," I mumbled. I started to walk away, but Pete gently grabbed my hand.

"There are a lot of things you don't understand about Teddy Sanders."

                                * * * * *

I looked around our house, the party already in full swing. I smiled as I saw all the fun my girls were having. Every once in a while, I'd notice one of Teddy's Frat Boys enjoying the party. I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen.

As I grabbed a drink, the party raged on around me. I planned to slowly drink my drink, but the second it hit my tongue, I downed it. I poured myself another drink, ignoring the fact that I was one drink away from double-digits.

I took my drink into the other room and leaned against the doorframe, my eyes scanning the room. My breath got caught in my throat when my eyes landed on a very drunk Teddy. I sighed as I quickly finished my drink before walking over to him.

"You look like shit."

"Thanks," he slurred. "But I call it having fun."

"Fun?" I challenged. "Really? You can barely stand. That's considered fun?"

"If you do it right," he drunkenly laughed. I scoffed and turned on my heel. Before I could walk away, Teddy grabbed my hand and pulled me closer.

"Teddy," I whispered. "Let me go."

He hesitated before slowly letting me go. He cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"You enjoying the party?"

"Really?" I laughed. "Small talk?"

"I'm trying," he shrugged.

"Trying," I repeated. "Trying to what, Teddy?"

Before he could answer me, one of my girls came over and grabbed me. The rest of the night, I kept making eye contact with Teddy. Whenever I looked at him, he was already looking at me. It seemed as if he didn't take his eyes off of me all night.

"Alright," I sighed, making him jump when I walked up behind him. "What's going on with you?"

"What do you mean?" He chuckled.

"Teddy," I sighed, "you haven't stopped staring at me all night. I honestly didn't even think you'd show up tonight. So, what's going on?"

"I just well. . . The thing is. . . I know. . ."

"Teddy," I caught him off.

"I heard you dumped your boyfriend," Teddy said, trying to hide how drunk he was.

My breath got caught in my throat. Last week, my boyfriend broke up with me. He was going to San Francisco and the distance got too hard. And by "distance" I mean him. He cheated on me with quite a few girls. It would've been different if he had been the one to confess. It wasn't. Instead, I found out by someone posting a picture of him making out with another girl. It destroyed me. After seeing that picture, I locked myself in my room and cried for what felt like days.

But I wasn't about to let Teddy know that.

"So?" I scoffed as I drank the rest of my drink.

"I also heard that he was cheating on you."

I finally looked at him, shooting daggers. "He was a lousy fuck anyway."

I started to walk away but stopped when Teddy gently grabbed my wrist. He pulled me back into his chest and leaned us against the wall, my back pressed to it.

"From what it sounds like," he whispered, suddenly sounding sober, "you need a guy who knows exactly what to do with you."

Part of me knew who he was and what he did at parties. But part of me didn't want to care. The part of me that didn't care, knew he sure as hell could pleasure me.

"Are you offering?"

                                * * * * *

We stumbled into my room, our lips not pulling apart. I kicked the door shut, Teddy immediately pushing me up against the door. While our lips moved hungrily in sync, I reached behind us and locked my bedroom door. His smirk widened when we both heard the lock click.

I let out a shaky breath as Teddy pulled away from my lips and started sucking on my neck. I leaned my head back against the door, closing my eyes as I felt him explore my exposed skin.

If he did this to my neck, what the hell could he do to the rest of my body?

That thought made me want him more than I've ever wanted someone before. I forcefully pushed him away, his lips detaching from my skin. Before he could say anything, I reached down, grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and pulled it over my head. As I tossed it to the side, I saw the lust in his eyes darken.

"Damn, baby," he moaned. He chuckled as he grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his head, and tossing it in the same direction I tossed mine.

I gasped as he closed the gap between us and pulled me into his chest. Our lips smashed back together, hungrily moving in sync as our hands found their way to each other's pants. In a matter of seconds, we were left in our underwear with our pants discarded.

He broke the kiss, instantly chewing on his bottom lip as he scanned my nearly naked body. He groaned as he lightly dragged his fingers down my arms.

"Holy shit," he mumbled.

I hummed teasingly as I took a step closer to him, pressing my body up against his. I purposefully stuck my chest out so he could get a better look. We continued staring at each other, the party still vibing under us, as I slowly took a few steps back. With every step I took, he followed.

"I want you," he said out of breath. "Now."

I smirked as I grabbed his shoulders, switched our positions, and pushed him so he was sitting on my bed. I sexily crawled onto his lap, teasingly rubbing my hands up and down his exposed chest.

"Then take me, baby."

I gasped as he grabbed my face and roughly pulled my lips to his. I immediately kissed him back, mirroring his moans. I slid my hands up his chest until I reached his hair. I earned some louder moans from him as I pulled on a few strands of his hair.

As our lips moved in sync, his hands slid down my neck and around my back. I smirked into the kiss as he found my bra. The longer it took him to unhook my bra, the harder it was for me to hold in my laughter.

"Damn," I moaned, breaking the kiss. I leaned my forehead against his. "Here I was thinking that the infamous Teddy Sanders could take off a bra."

I gasped as he angrily grunted, followed by the sound of my bra ripping. I looked down and watched as Teddy tore my bra off. When I looked back up at him, he was smirking.

"Don't underestimate me, baby girl," he growled through his teeth. "I can make your wildest dreams come true."

"We'll just see about that," I whispered seductively.

I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down. I rolled my body down his, making sure my chest touched his the entire time. He moaned as I pressed my lips back to his. This kiss was desperate and fast and messy.

Without breaking the kiss, Teddy reached down and slid his boxers off. He quickly rolled us over so he was on top. He grunted as he grabbed my underwear and roughly tore them off of me. I gasped when I felt his hardened member pressed against my thigh.

"Damn, hot stuff," I chuckled as I glanced down at our naked bodies pressed together.

"Like what you see?" He teased.

"Ehh," I shrugged. I smirked playfully at his eye roll. "I meant more along the lines of you being bigger than I expected."

"Don't worry, baby girl," he said, the tone of his voice changing. "I know exactly how to use it."

Without breaking eye contact, I reached over and pulled a condom out of my bedside table. I purposefully dropped it on my chest and waited for him to grab it. He smirked as he looked at the condom resting between my breasts before slowly looking up at me.

"Ask me about that in the morning."

I held in my smirk when my voice gave him goosebumps. He let out a deep-throated growl as he closed the gap between us, forcefully pressing his lips to mine. I didn't hold back my smirk anymore as I felt him reach up and grab the condom, his fingers grazing my bare skin.

The wrapper was forced open and Teddy shifted a little without breaking the kiss. Our lips continued to move in sync as he slipped the condom on.

Teddy broke the kiss and immediately attached his lips to my neck. Moans echoed off my bedroom walls as his lips got lower and lower. He dragged his tongue down my skin, goosebumps spreading like a wildfire.

"Holy. . . Fuck," I moaned, arching my back. He chuckled before placing his mouth over my boob. I closed my eyes, breathing shakily as he sucked on my bare breast.

"Oh, Teddy!" I yelled when he bit down on my nipple.

He gave my right breasts some more attention before showing some to my left. Once he was satisfied with what he'd done to me, he pulled away from my breast. I took a shaky breath as his tongue found another part of my body a lot lower to appreciate.

"How you feeling, sexy?" He moaned against my thigh.

"Ready," I said shakily.

Teddy chuckled as he sat back up, his smirking face coming back into view. His eyes glanced back down at my heaving chest as he chewed on his bottom lip.

"Me too."

I took a shaky breath when he grabbed my thighs and open my legs. I arched my back, a moan getting stuck in my throat when Teddy pushed himself into me.

"Holy shit," I gasped as I felt my walls stretch around him.

"That's what I thought," he chuckled darkly.

I rolled my eyes, ignoring his douchy comment as I focused on the feelings he was causing. Our moans and grunts were synchronized as our bodies moved in sync.

In the back of my head, there was a tiny voice telling me that this was wrong. But the part of my brain that controls my body was screaming at her to shut up and focus on Teddy's thrusts.

The entire time we were in my bed, he kept making small comments about how amazing he was. At first, it was easy to ignore him. But when his comments got more specific about what he was doing to me, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Teddy," I said through my teeth, pushing on his chest and making him pull out of me. "Will you please just shut the hell up and focus on fucking me?"

"Yes ma'am," he smirked.

I grabbed his face and pulled him roughly down to me. It was like we hadn't skipped a beat as our lips moved in sync, soon followed by our bodies. We rode out our orgasms, the only sounds between the two of us being our moans.

"Little harder," I stuttered as I got close. "I'm almost there, Teddy."

"Harder it is," he said through grunts.

A few more thrusts later, we were both about to reach our peaks. Teddy let out a victorious laugh as he finished. He was about to get off of me but I put my hands on his back, digging my nails into his shoulder blades.

"Don't even think about leaving," I said through my teeth. "I'm not there yet."

For a brief moment, he seemed confused. But when I grabbed his hips and rocked them so he went in and out of me, he snapped out of it. After he thrust himself in and out of me a few more times, I finally reached my peak.

"Fuck yeah," he chuckled as he pulled out of me.

The second he rolled off of me, I was flooded with disgust. Sure, it was incredible during but now that it was over, I've never felt so. . . Bleh.

"Damn," he chuckled as he reached up to put his arm under his head. "I keep getting better and better with each time."

I glanced over at him, my guilt being replaced by embarrassment and anger.

"I mean," he continued to chuckle, "have you ever had a guy rock your world as much as I just did? I think I win."

"Not everything is a competition, Teddy," I said, angrily standing up with the blanket tightly wrapped around me.

"Y/N," he chuckled as he sat up. "I was just. . ."

"No!" I angrily cut him off as I turned around. "This is not a joke, Teddy. In fact. . . This was a mistake."

"Y/N," he said, his voice barely audible.

"I can't do this anymore."

I grabbed my discarded clothes and quickly ducked into my private bathroom. I had tears streaming down my face as I threw my clothes in my hamper. I turned around and quickly locked the bathroom door. I struggled to hold in my sob as I could hear Teddy walking around my room, grabbing his clothes.

I finally broke when I heard my bedroom door open and close. With the blanket still wrapped around me, I pressed my back to the door and slowly slid down it until I was sitting on the floor. I wrapped my arms around my knees, pulling them into my chest as I sobbed.

I forced myself to calm down as I stood up. I turned on my shower, getting in and letting the hot water relax my muscles. The tears quickly returned as I scrubbed my skin clean of anything left from Teddy Sanders.

                                * * * * *

I spent the next day in my room. The girls were too focused on getting things ready for the follow-up party we were having tonight to wonder what I'm up to.

With headphones in, I got a lot of homework done. I barely stopped to eat. If I stopped, I immediately started thinking about my night with Teddy. I immediately started thinking about what it felt like to be touched by him, kissed by him. I started thinking about how no guy I've ever been with has ever made me feel the way Teddy did.

I finally left my room about forty-five minutes into the party. I leisurely walked into the kitchen and grabbed a drink. As I slowly drank my beer, I looked around at my girls. This party felt a lot like the one the other night.

My breath got caught in my throat when my eyes landed on Teddy standing hesitantly in the doorway. When we made eye contact, he lifted his hand and awkwardly waved. I hesitated before walking through to crowd, gathering my courage as I got closer to him.

I cleared my throat as I stopped in front of the nervous fraternity president. Although he was wearing his usual Delta Psi t-shirt and shorts, he didn't look the same. He looked smaller.

"What are you doing here, Teddy?" I sighed.

"You've been ignoring my calls," he said softly as he cleared his throat.

"Can you blame me?" I scoffed.

"No," he said, looking down at his feet. When he looked back up at me, the look in his eyes was different.

"Pete told me what you said before the party."

"Oh," I said, barely audible.

"Y/N, I really hope you don't think I was forcing myself on you last night."

"Then what was last night?" I asked, cutting him off. "Why did we do what we do?"

"Well. . . The thing is. . . Because. . . The truth is. . . I know that. . ."

"Teddy," I cut off his nervous stuttering. "Just spit it out."

"I'm in love with you," he blurted out.

"What?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

"I just meant," he hesitated. He sighed as he ran his fingers frustratingly through his hair. "I have feelings for you, Y/N. And it isn't recent. I've had these feelings for a lot longer than I should've. I know that our fraternity and sorority have been enemies, but that was long before you and I met. It was sorta expected for me to hate you. That didn't last long. I quickly got to the point where I was eager to see you. I couldn't wait to see what comeback you hit me with. I couldn't wait to see you. I got addicted to you, Y/N. And soon. . . That addiction became deeper."

"No," I stuttered as I took a step back. "This. . . This isn't real. You don't actually feel this way about me."

Teddy cut me off by gently grabbing my face and pressing his lips to mine. This kiss was nothing like the ones last night. This was slow and delicate. When he broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against mine.

"I understand why you think that," he whispered. "I really do. Please let me show you that I mean every word."

"How?" I caught myself saying before I could think about it.

"By showing you the non-fraternity Teddy."

He studied me, waiting for my response. As I looked into his eyes, I noticed that for once he didn't play into the Fraternity President Douchebag. He seemed real.

"Can't wait to meet him."

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Jealousy Wars Part 2–Teddy Sanders

Part 1

Teddy's POV

"Y/N! Get out of the road!"

I started to panic when she didn't hear me. I ran into the street and grabbed her, knocking us both into someone's yard. We just barely got out of the way before that car sped past us, honking his horn. When the car passed, I finally looked down and could feel Y/N shaking in my arms. I subconsciously tightened my arms around her as she breathed heavily.

"Are you alright?" I whispered, still holding her close to my chest. She slowly looked up at me, her cheeks turning red when she saw how close we were.

"Yes," she said under her breath. "Thank you."

We sat like that a little longer, me holding onto her. I cleared my throat, breaking the tension as I sat up. I grabbed her hands, helping her to her feet. The second she was standing, she pulled her hands away from mine.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, Teddy," she said under her breath. I tried to grab her hand, but she pulled it back. My heart dropped into my stomach as Y/N wrapped her arms around herself, looking at her feet.

"Can we. . . Can we go back to my house and talk? Please?"

I held my breath as Y/N hesitated. She looked over at the frat house and slowly looked back at me. My heart sank when she shook her head.

"I can't," she stuttered.

"Y/N," I said, her name getting caught in my throat.

"At least," she hesitated, "not at your place. There's not really any privacy over there."

"Then we can go to your place," I said quickly. "Or we can go for a walk. I don't care where we go, as long as we talk."

Y/N nodded still not looking at me. I reached forward and gently took her hand in mine, waiting for her to pull away. When she didn't, I intertwined our fingers.

As we started walking back towards our houses, I noticed that she was on the side of the sidewalk where she was closer to the street. I stopped walking and switched our positions. I started to walk again but noticed Y/N was walking slower.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You still do that," she said slowly. She finally looked up at me, the look in her eyes different. "You switched our positions," she said softly. "When we were dating, you used to never let me walk on the side that was closest to the road."

"Of course," I said, shrugging. "It just. . . It's safer for you."

We were quiet as we walked to her house. Y/N pulled her hand out of my grasp and wrapped her arms around herself as we passed the frat house. She walked up her front steps without a word to me.

I looked over and saw Pete watching us. He sent me a confused look which I dismissed. Out of all the guys back at the house, he was the only one who really knew about Y/N and me. He knew us throughout our relationship and he knew what happened between us when we broke up. He knew exactly how much she meant to me.

We walked into Y/N's house, her back still towards me as I closed the door. I quickly followed her as she walked to the basement. I put my hands in my pockets and looked around as I waited for her to open up.

"This is nice," I said to fill the silence. "Did they already have this or did you. . ."

"I can't do this, Teddy," she whispered, cutting me off.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

I heard her scoff as she tightened her arms around herself. "I can't do this. I can't. . . You moved in next door and. . . I see all the women you parade around. It's too much."

"Y/N. . ."

"Don't act like you don't purposely make out with girls to make me jealous," she said angrily as she finally turned around.

I was about to defend myself but Y/N cut me off by saying the one thing I've wanted her to say since we broke up.

"I'm still in love with you, Teddy."

Reader's POV

"What?" He gasped. He tried to take a step towards me, but I instantly took a step back.

"I never stopped," I said, my voice breaking as my eyes filled with tears. I tightened my arms around myself as I looked at my feet.

"I've tried to stop," I confessed. "I have tried to force myself to be with someone else, but the entire time I was with him. . . I was wishing he was you."

I gasped as he grabbed my folded arms and pulled me into his chest. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.

I moaned into the kiss as I finally started to kiss him back. I unfolded my arms and wrapped them around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. When we finally broke the kiss, I leaned my forehead against his and caught my breath. He slowly leaned back and looked down at me.

"I never stopped loving you, Y/N," he whispered.

"But all the. . ."

"They were just distractions," he sighed.

"Did they work?" I asked, under my breath.

"No," he said instantly. "They didn't. It didn't matter who, where, or how. It never worked. It was nice during. . ."

"Teddy," I said, clearing my throat.

"Sorry," he laughed awkwardly. "The thing is, I couldn't sleep with a girl who wasn't you unless I was drunk. Even just kissing them sober made me sick, made me guilty. And each time I'd wake up or they'd leave, you were the one I thought about. You were the one I wanted."

I looked up and studied him. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, struggling to find the right words. I could see any hope he had sink as I pulled away from him. I turned around and walked across the room, sitting on the couch.

He watched me as I ran my fingers through my hair. I finally looked up at him, taking a shaky breath.

"Teddy, I can't. . . You. . ." I stuttered.

"What is it?" Teddy asked, encouraging me to continue. "Let it out, Y/N. I'm sure you have a lot you want to say to me, so say it. I will stand right here and take it. I promise."

I could see him holding his breath, waiting for me to let it all out. I took a shaky breath as I gathered my courage.

"You changed," I finally blurted out. "I just. . . Never mind."

"Keep going," he said as he walked over and sat next to me. "How did I change?"

I looked at him, hesitating. He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"How did I change?" He asked again. "Tell me."

"When you joined the frat," I continued hesitantly, "you changed. You weren't. . . You stopped acting like the boy I fell in love with and I got scared. I didn't want to lose you, but you weren't the same. It was like the more you hung out with those guys, the more you started turning into. . ."

"An asshole," he finished for me. I nodded, nervously biting my bottom lip. "And you don't deserve an asshole, Y/N. You deserve the guy you fell in love with. I can be him."

"Can you?" I challenged. "Can you really go back to the way you were? Because I can't go back. . . It broke me to walk away. Leaving you. . ."

My voice broke as I looked at my hands, my breath shaky. He reached over and took my hands in his.

"How can I prove to you that I can go back to being the guy you fell in love with?" He asked softly. "Please, Y/N, tell me what it will take for you to trust me again."

He held his breath, watching as I hesitated. He squeezed my hand, trying to get me to open up.

"I'll do anything," he whispered.

"Before you joined the frat," I hesitated, "you were motivated and caring and. . . You never made me feel unloved or unimportant. You always made time for me but that stopped when you joined. You didn't call me back. You stood me up on dates. You made me feel like. . . Like you didn't care about me."

He reached up and cupped a piece of hair behind my ear, catching a rogue tear with his thumb. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and gentle, like they used to be before he joined the frat.

"I care about you so much," he whispered. "I never should have treated you the way I did. I got sucked into the fraternity and. . . I let you down. I became a different person. I can't lie and say I didn't change because you never would've left if that was the case. The break-up was all my fault. I admit it. It's my fault. I was an asshole and I pushed you away. But, baby, if you let me back in, if you trust me, I will never push you away again. I swear. I will leave the frat. I'll follow you around all senior year. I'll run when you call me. I'll drive you to class every day. I'll even. . ."

I cut him off by grabbing his face and pressing my lips to his. He didn't hesitate to kiss me back. He pulled me closer into his chest, leaning us back into the couch as our lips moved in sync. He broke the kiss and reached up, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Can I. . . Does this mean. . . Do you trust me?" He stuttered.

I bit my lip as I nodded. I lifted my finger and pointed at him as I warned, "But if you ever break my heart again? I swear it'll be the last thing you do."

"Damn," he chuckled. "Is it bad that I found that kinda hot?"

"A little bit," I giggled. "But I don't care."

He smirked as I pressed my lips back to his. We didn't waste any time as our lips started moving in sync again. The kiss instantly got heated as he pulled me onto his lap, keeping me close. We were just starting to get into it when we heard footsteps jogging down the stairs.

"Oh!"

We broke apart and turned to see Kelly standing halfway down the staircase, holding Stella.

"Kelly," I stuttered. I laughed awkwardly as I quickly got off Teddy's lap. Kelly and I shared a look that I hoped Teddy ignored as he stood up, fixing his shirt.

"Do you want help with the groceries?" I offered, glancing at Teddy.

"Help would be great," Kelly laughed, trying to hide her knowing smirk. "I have to go put Stella down for her nap. The groceries are in the trunk."

Teddy and I held in our embarrassed laughter as Kelly headed back upstairs. We waited a few beats before we broke. I buried my head into his chest as I laughed.

"That was embarrassing," I sighed. He wrapped his arms around me as I looked up at him.

"You're worth the embarrassment."

"Smooth," I chuckled. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Before the kiss could get too heated, I broke it.

"Shouldn't we help Kelly with the groceries?" I asked, slightly laughing.

"We did promise," he sighed. "And I'm trying to show you that I'm still the guy you fell in love with."

I chuckled as I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his cheek. I was about to walk away, but Teddy pulled me back into his chest. He reached up and cupped my cheek in his hand.

"Hey," he whispered. "I promise I will spend every day making up for letting you down. I will spend every day of the rest of my life taking care of you and showing you how much I care about you. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Teddy."

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Jealousy Wars Part 1–Teddy Sanders

Part 2

I thought I was away from that life. Until I saw the moving truck next door and the sign I never wanted to see again.

Delta Psi.

My heart dropped into my stomach when I saw him jumping out of the truck.

Teddy Sanders is the president of Delta Psi. He's everything you think when you think of fraternities. He sleeps around, he doesn't care about school, and he doesn't have any plans for after college.

Just one more thing: he's my ex-boyfriend.

When we first came to college, we met in class and instantly fell for each other. When he joined the fraternity sophomore year, he promised he wouldn't change. It took barely a month for him to go back on his promise.

We dated for another year after he joined the fraternity but I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take his sudden attitude, his change in personality, his short temper, or his newfound language. Walking into the frat house during the end of junior year party and seeing a slut on his lap was the last straw. We broke up that night.

During the summer, I moved into a house with a married couple. They were sweet enough to rent out their basement to me. I spent the entire summer fixing the basement. Now it's a liveable loft with a kitchen, bathroom, a bedroom, and a spacious living room. Spending all summer fixing the basement loft helped me to forget about the heartbreak Teddy Sanders caused.

I quickly closed the drapes, hoping he didn't see me. The rest of the day, I hid in our house. The last thing I wanted was for him to realize that he moved his frat into the house next door to me.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Kelly asked as she made Stella a bottle.

"I'm fine," I stuttered. I looked up to see her sending me a knowing look. "It's just. . . You know the frat that moved in next door?"

"Yeah," she chuckled. "I know them."

"Well, they're from my school and. . . I used to date the president," I finally got out.

"Wait," she said, finally putting the bottle down. "You used to date Teddy?"

"Yeah," I sighed as I closed my computer.

"Damn," she said under her breath as she glanced out the kitchen window. My heart jumped when I saw Teddy outside, teasing the pledges.

"I was in love with him," I mumbled.

"Really?" Kelly said, her voice changing. She hesitated before asking, "What happened between you two?"

"He joined that damn fraternity," I said through my teeth. "Every day he spent with those assholes, he became one of them. And every day he became more like them, I lost him."

Kelly walked over and wrapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry, honey. He doesn't deserve you."

She kissed the top of my head before grabbing Stella's bottle and headed upstairs to her nursery. I took a shaky breath before looking out the window.

My breath got stuck in my throat when I made eye contact with Pete, Teddy's best friend. He lifted his hand and tried to wave at me, but I didn't return it. Instead, I stood up, grabbed my computer, and instantly went downstairs.

                         * * * * *

I slowly grabbed my bag and took time as I slipped on my shoes. I have been needing to go to the store all day but didn't want to risk seeing Teddy. Or worse, him seeing me.

"Honey," Kelly sighed as she walked in holding Stella. "I know you don't want to see Teddy, but maybe you should."

"I can't," I stuttered.

"Here's what I think you should do,"' she said gently. "Walk out that door, your head held high, and make him be the one freaking out that he moved in next door. Walk out that door and show him what he's missing."

She gave my arm a reassuring squeeze before walking into the kitchen. I took a shaky breath as I threw my bag over my shoulder. Before I could talk myself out of it, I opened the door and headed out to my car.

I could hear the guys next door whispering about me as I got in my car. I forced myself not to look over as I sat down and closed the door. I took a shaky breath as I started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

As I drove away, I looked in the rearview mirror to see Pete and Teddy talking as they watched me drive away.

                         * * * * *

When I got back from the store, I noticed that most of the boys had gone inside. I parked my car and made sure not to look over at them as I got out and headed inside.

"Hey, Y/N!"

I turned around to see Pete jogging over. "Hi, Pete," I stuttered as I closed my door.

"How are you?" He asked as he shoved his hands into his front pockets.

I sighed as I turned towards him. "What are you doing over here, Pete?"

"I'm sorry about you and Teddy. I liked the two of you together."

I couldn't help but scoff. "He's not."

I tried to head inside but stopped when Pete called out to me. "What do you mean?"

"Pete," I sighed, my voice breaking. "I see him, okay? You've lived next to me for a week and I've already seen it all. I've seen every girl he's been with. He has a different girl on his arm every night. I can't. . ."

"He still has feelings for you," he blurted out.

"What?" I stuttered.

"He still has feelings for you, Y/N," Pete repeated. "In fact, he's never stopped loving you. When he gets drunk, he talks about how stupid he was for letting you go."

I looked over right as Teddy walked outside. We made eye contact, neither one of us breaking it as he grabbed the nearest girl and pulled her into his chest. My heart sank as he started making out with the random girl.

"Yeah," I scoffed, turning back towards Pete with tears in my eyes. "He looks real heartbroken over losing me."

                         * * * * *

Teddy's POV

I gasped when I was pulled away from the girl. I looked over to see Pete glaring at me.

"What's your problem?" I asked, pulling the girl back into my chest.

"You can go," Pete said to the girl. She sighed before turning on her heel and walking away.

"Seriously?" I sighed.

"What is wrong with you?!" Pete yelled.

"Me?" I scoffed.

"Yes, you," he said, rolling his eyes. "You're the one who intentionally grabbed that girl to make out with in front of Y/N."

"I wasn't. . ." I stuttered.

"You weren't thinking," Pete continued. "How long has it been since you've seen Y/N? A few months? However long, you haven't stopped talking about how much you miss her. You go on and on about how much you screwed up. Well, fate has put you right next to her. Stop being an ass, Teddy. Go talk to her. And pray she forgives you."

Pete glanced over at Y/N's house and sighed before walking inside. As much as I wish he wasn't, Pete was right. I've never stopped thinking about Y/N. I lost track of how many times I wanted to reach out to her and apologize.

Before we moved in here, I had no idea Y/N lived next door. The first time I saw her, she was walking around inside, helping make dinner. My heart jumped into my throat and I couldn't breathe as I watched her.

When Y/N and I broke up, it destroyed me. I tried to reach out to her after, but she didn't answer. I went to her apartment and begged her to open the door but she ignored me. Instead of continuing to bug her, I decided to give her the space she wanted.

Which was the dumbest thing I've ever done.

                         * * * * *

My heart jumped into my throat when I looked over and saw Y/N leaving the house, heading out to her car. I debated before jogging outside. When she looked up and saw me walking towards her, she froze.

"Teddy," she said, her voice getting stuck in her throat. "What are you. . ."

"How are you?" I asked, nervously putting my hands in my back pockets.

"Don't," she said as she looked away from me.

"Don't what?"

"I can't do this with you, Teddy. Don't pretend to. . ."

"Pretend to what?"

"To care about me!" She yelled. She looked over at me with tears in her eyes. "Don't pretend that you have given me one thought since I left."

"I have," I defended myself. "Y/N, I never stopped thinking about you."

"Don't," she said, her voice breaking. "Don't lie to me. . . I can't. . . I can't handle it."

She walked past her car and started to walk away from our houses, away from me. I ran my fingers through my hair, debating. Finally, I turned on my heel and chased after her.

"Y/N!" I called out to her. "Just talk to me. Please."

"Do you think this is easy for me?" She scoffed as she stopped walking. She turned around with angry tears continuing to stream down her cheeks.

I opened and closed my mouth, stuttering. Her angry look softened as she continued, "It's torture watching you make out and hook up with other girls, Teddy. It's too damn painful. The one thing I've learned since you moved in next door is that you haven't changed."

"Y/N," I stuttered. She waited for me to continue but I couldn't find the right words. She scoffed as she turned on her heel and started walking away from her house.

"Y/N, wait!" I called out. I looked down the road, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw a car speeding towards her.

"Y/N!" I tried to get her attention. "Get out of the road!"

Part 2

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The Frat President Facade–Teddy Sanders

Teddy Sanders, president of Delta Psi, has a certain reputation. He's known for his parties, his ability to drink anyone under the table, and his success with the ladies.

What his "brothers" don't know is that it's all an act.

Teddy Sanders, my best friend since second grade and boyfriend since ninth grade, is a real softy. He is the definition of, "looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll", or in other words, "looks like he could break your heart but could actually help rebuild it".

When Teddy and I first came to the university, an old friend of his convinced him to join a fraternity. I still remember the conversation we had at my apartment the day before Pledge Week started.

                           ~•~

"I don't know about this, babe."

"Teddy," I sighed as I sat on the couch next to him, placing my hand gently on his knee. "You said you wanted a college experience and there is no college experience like joining a frat."

"I guess," he sighed. "It's just. . ."

"What's wrong, babe?" I asked as I reached up and ran my fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

"Frats are known for two things; partying and sex. I don't want that," As he started to list off everything I give him, he slowly pushed me down on the couch and hovered over me. "I already have someone who makes me happy, who makes me laugh, who I love. Someone who gives me everything I need."

I giggled as he leaned down and started kissing my neck. He suddenly stopped and slowly pulled away.

"I love you, Y/N. But they are going to expect me to drink and party and. . . And sleep around. I can't do that to you. I won't."

"Teddy," I sighed as he sat up, pulling me with him. "Baby, look at me."

When he finally did, I reached up and cupped his cheek. "You don't have to do anything. Just play along."

"Play along? Y/N, I'm not going to pretend to be a single douche when I have a girlfriend that I love."

"Teddy, you are thinking way too much about this. Just go and have some fun."

"Y/N," he tried to cut me off.

"No," I laughed. "Babe, you don't have to do anything. Just enjoy college. Plus, if you need somewhere to run away to, you can always come here."

                          ~•~

So, that's what we did. Teddy became a Frat Boy who all the girls wanted but none of them could get. Of course, he never slept with them. He just changed our nightly routine to add a little more "Frat" into it. Before he would go back to the house, we came up with a fun story for him to tell his brothers.

After about a year or so, some of his brothers caught on to me. There were a few times that they would see me when I went to pick him up or they'd see us on campus. So, we had to add to the story.

Instead of confessing to a girlfriend, I gave him the idea to tell them that I was a "side-piece" that he's been hooking up with whenever her boyfriend wasn't up to it.

We came up with this whole story about me being with a shitty guy who started cheating on me, and I ended up drunkenly sleeping with Teddy to get back at him. Even though my boyfriend apologized and promised he wouldn't do it again, I kept calling Teddy and seeing him.

Teddy wasn't sure about this whole story. He didn't like the idea of lying about us to the guys. I simply gave him the option; to tell the truth or play it off like it was nothing. After a lot of thought, debate, and discussion, Teddy chose to play it off and I went along with it.

He repeatedly asked if it was okay and I repeatedly told him that I didn't mind. The only person in the frat that knows the truth about us is Teddy's friend who convinced him to join, Pete. Every once in a while, he covers for us.

Now, in our senior year of college, Teddy was president of the frat and we were still lying about our relationship.

I walked into the frat's house and leaned against the wall, smirking as Teddy and Pete welcomed the new pledges. I say welcome, but it's more like warned them.

When they were almost done with their annual Pledge Week Orientation Speech, Teddy's eyes found me in the crowd. He smiled but quickly covered that up with his Frat-Boy Smirk. I sent him a wink before turning on my heels and walking out of the house.

I waited outside, leaning against my car, as they finished up inside. I smiled when I saw Teddy open the door and start jogging towards me. I quickly turned my smile into a smirk when I noticed the group of boys watching us from the window.

"Hey, babe," he smiled genuinely. When he got to me, I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and pressed my lips roughly to his.

"Y/N, what are you. . ." He stuttered as he broke the kiss.

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his in another kiss. I felt him sigh as he caught on and started messily moving his lips in sync with mine. Without breaking the kiss, Teddy leaned down and picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

I gasped when he put me on the hood of the car, placing his hands on my thighs. As we continued to make out, I reached around him and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to me.

When we finally broke apart, we looked into each other's eyes and didn't say a word. My heart sank when I read his expression.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I know you hate playing this game, but we only have one semester left and then we can go back to normal. Back to us."

"I love you," he said quickly. "I hope through everything that's happened here, you've never forgotten that."

"I haven't," I reassured him quickly.

I reached up and cupped his cheeks in my hand. I was about to kiss him but froze when I noticed the boys still watching us from the window. I cleared my throat and let go of his face.

"We should go," I whispered. I bit my lip when his smile fell. I quickly added, "Did I tell you? I found this restaurant in the town over. It's supposed to have the most amazing chocolate cake. Thought it would be fun to try something new. Plus, it's out of town and away from the school."

"Which means away from the fraternity," he said with a teasing smirk on his face. I giggled as he ran his hands up and down my thighs. "You are a sneaky little thing, aren't you?"

"Let's just say," I said slowly as I ran my hands up his chest and intertwined them behind his head, pulling him closer. "We've both learned a lot in college."

Teddy closed the gap and pressed his lips to mine. I smiled into the kiss as I immediately started moving my lips in sync with his. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine.

"I've learned," Teddy whispered, "that I've been with the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with since high school."

I leaned back and smiled up at him, tears threatening to spill. "Teddy, I can't imagine spending my life with anyone other than you."

"Good," he chuckled as he pressed his nose back to mine. "Because I don't plan on letting you go any time soon."

"You better not," I jokingly threatened as I leaned back.

Teddy rolled his eyes as he grabbed my hands and helped me off the hood of the car. He led me over to the passenger side and opened the door for me. I quickly kissed his cheek before getting in.

When Teddy got in the driver's side, he hesitated. I looked over to see him studying the frat house. I glanced over at the window to see that the frat boys had lost interest in us.

"Teddy?" I said, gently. "Are you alright, babe?"

I heard him take a shaky breath before turning back towards me. When he looked at me, his eyes were soft.

"I'm getting so tired of this house and these guys. I mean, they're great people but. . . This whole lifestyle just isn't for me. Never has been. I'm tired of pretending to fit in when I don't want to anyway."

"Teddy," I sighed. "Senior year is almost over which means only a few more months of this charade. But if you really can't take it anymore then give it up. Babe, you don't have to keep acting like this if you don't want to."

He sighed as he reached over and grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. He lifted our hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to my knuckles.

"I love you," he whispered. "So much."

"I love you too."

"I promise," he said, clearing his throat, "as soon as all of this is over, you and I are going to start our life together. A normal, beautiful, perfect life together."

I leaned over and pressed my lips gently to his. When I broke the kiss, I smiled up at him.

"I'm going to hold you to that."

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A Game of Tease Part 2–Teddy Sanders

Part 1

After Pete and I "hooked up", whenever we see each other, we send each other playful winks. We are constantly texting each other, which to the guys is us being together. In reality, we're talking shit about the fraternity.

About a week after it happened, there was a random knock on my door late at night. I hesitated before I opened the door.

"Teddy? What the hell are you doing here? It's almost midnight," I sighed.

"What is you and Pete?"

"What?" I asked, holding back a laugh. I glanced over at his house and sighed when I suddenly understood what was happening. "How's the party going?" I asked, nodding towards the house.

"Great," he slurred. "Like always."

I leaned against the doorframe as he looked me up and down, biting his lip. "Damn, baby girl."

"Can I help you?" I asked, clearing my throat.

"Yes," he said matter-of-factly. "You can help me get you."

"Get me?" I asked, biting my tongue.

"Yeah," he sighed like it should be obvious. "I want you, Y/N, but you're with him."

"You mean Pete?" I asked, smirking when I saw the look on his face. He grunted in confirmation. "Let me get this straight; you, Teddy, are jealous that Pete and I are together?"

"What are you two even doing together?"

"Excuse me?" I challenged, my anger finally coming through.

"Like. . . Like what positions?"

"Are you shitting me?" I yelled. "You come to my house at quarter to midnight, drunk off your ass, and ask in what positions I'm sleeping with another guy!"

"Y/N," he started to say.

"No," I cut him off. "You are disgusting and repulsive and pathetic. Grow up, Teddy. Get your head out of the fraternity's ass and get a life."

"Whoa," he slurred, putting his hands up in defense.

"You are clearly mad that Pete and I are hooking up," I sighed. "Is it because he got me first? Is it because he and I have had sex when you are used to sleeping with a girl first? Are you so mad that someone got a girl before you, you had to get drunk and try and win her over?"

"I'm not mad," Teddy clarified. "Just disappointed."

"Disappointed?" I challenged. "Why?"

"Because," he drunkenly stuttered. "Because I want to show you a good time. A better time than Pete can show you."

"Oh, I don't know about that," I smirked. I held in a laugh as he glared. "I mean, Pete is quite the guy. Take what you want to do to me and spice it up because holy shit! The way he can pin me to a wall and. . ." I didn't finish my thought and moaned instead.

I smirked proudly when Teddy scoffed, almost falling off my porch. I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for him to calm down.

"I could do better," he said between his teeth. "Way better than anyone, everyone."

"Everyone, really?" I teased him. "I mean, you guys are attractive and all but I don't know if I could handle more than like three of you."

"No!" He drunk-yelled. "You're mine. No one else gets you."

"Wow," I chuckled. "So, drunk Teddy thinks he owns me?"

"I should," he whined like a little kid.

"Really?" I couldn't help but smirk. I sent him a wink and said one last thing before slamming the door on his drunk face.

"Well, good luck."

                       * * * * *

"So, Teddy stopped by," I chuckled into the phone.

"Wait, are you serious?" Pete laughed. "What did he say?"

"Well, he wanted to know what you and I do every time you come over."

"Oh brother," Pete chuckled. "Please tell me he didn't want details. . ."

"Oh," I laughed. "He asked for specifics."

"What did you tell him?" Pete asked, barely able to keep it together.

"I told him to take what he wants to do to me and heat it up."

I smiled when Pete laughed loudly. "Holy shit, Y/N. You're terrible! That's hilarious. You are fucking with him."

"No," I said innocently. "That's what he wants me to be doing."

"Well," Pete said, still laughing. "At least we know this is messing with him."

"Yeah," I said.

"What?" He asked. "You sound. . . Different. What's going on?"

"It's just. . . He doesn't seem to be letting up, you know?"

Pete sighed before responding, "I know. I'm sorry, Y/N. I wish he wasn't being such an ass, but that's just his act that he puts on around the guys. I swear he's not usually like this. It's just that when he became president, he thought that everyone expected him to be a huge player."

"That's hard to believe," I mumbled.

"Teddy used to talk about finding the right girl, settling down with her, and providing for her."

"Seriously?" I couldn't help but scoff. I quickly cleared my throat when I realized how mean that was. "That actually sounds amazing. I've always wanted that. . . Could you imagine Teddy being a loving, caring husband?"

"He'd be protective as hell," Pete chuckled. "A guy so much as looks at you and he'll kick his ass."

We sat in silence and I could faintly hear the guys in the background playing a video game. I cleared my throat again when I remembered who we were talking about.

"Then again," I laughed off the image of being with him. "He's too stubborn to change. Even if he had the right girl in front of him."

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Pete's POV

When Y/N hung up, I tossed my phone onto my bed and sighed. Before I could talk myself out of it, I walked to Teddy's room.

"What do you want?" He asked when he opened the door and saw it was me.

"I need to talk to you," I brushed passed him.

"Come on in, Pete," he said sarcastically.

"How do you feel about Y/N?"

"What?" He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Don't bullshit me, man," I sighed. "I know you like her. What I want to know is how much? I mean, is it more than just physical?"

"Not like it would change anything," Teddy scoffed

Even though he brushed it off, I could tell he was actually curious. "It might," I shrugged. He looked over at me with wide, curious eyes.

"What do you mean?" He asked skeptically.

"I mean, Y/N's a great girl. The kind of girl you could settle down with. The same kind of girl you used to talk about finally settling down with."

For a brief moment, it looked like Teddy believed me. He quickly covered that up by scoffing and rolling his eyes. "Settling down is for pus. . ."

"Don't even say it," I cut him off. "I know you're full of shit. The only reason you are such a dick is because people expect the president of a fraternity to be one. Have you ever thought that instead of acting like a douchebag, if you actually acted like you, Y/N might give you the time of day?"

"How do you know that?" He scoffed, still pretending not to believe me.

"Because I've talked to Y/N," I sighed. "Really talked to her. She's a great girl, one that you might have a chance with if you stopped being such an asshole."

"But the fraternity," Teddy stuttered.

"Forget the fraternity," I yelled, throwing my hands up in annoyance. "You won't be here forever. Think about you, who you want to be when you graduate, what you want to do, who you want to spend your life with. I guarantee you, you won't find a decent girl when you act like a player."

Teddy didn't say anything as he let my words sink in. "Teddy," I said softer, "I'm going to tell you something that will most likely piss you off but, hopefully, reassures what I've said."

I hesitated, gathering the courage I needed to betray Y/N. "Y/N and I aren't sleeping together," I finally got out.

"What?" He asked, under his breath.

"It's true," I sighed. "We aren't sleeping together. We aren't even a real couple. We've just been pretending to get the rest of the guys to stop trying to get her to sleep with them. She was tired of getting hit on and asked out. She just wanted to be left alone."

"Oh," he said so softly I almost missed it.

"Teddy," I said his name sincerely. "Y/N isn't the kind of girl who wants a one-night stand. She wants someone who is real. She wants a guy willing to settle down with her. Not sleep with her and never talk to her again."

Teddy was silent for a few seconds before awkwardly clearing his throat. "So," he said slowly. "You're saying that Y/N actually likes me and would give me a chance if I . . . If I changed?"

"Not change," I corrected. "But stopped acting like someone you're not."

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Reader's POV

I was cleaning up after dinner when there was a soft knock at the door. It was too soft to be one of the frat guys, but Pete would've texted me on his way and walked in. I sighed as I dried off my hands and went to open it.

"Teddy," I gasped. "What. . . What are you doing here?"

The Teddy standing on my doorstep wasn't the Teddy I've been dealing with; he seemed smaller.

"I umm. . . Can I come in?"

"Teddy," I sighed.

"Not for that," he said quickly. "I just want to talk."

I hesitated before shrugging. "Okay then," I said as I stepped aside and opened the door more for him.

He walked in and hesitated. "You can sit down," I nodded towards the front room. He slowly walked into the other room and sat down. I watched him awkwardly settle before sitting across from him.

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked when he didn't say anything.

He took a deep breath before finally looking up at me, his eyes soft. "I just wanted to apologize."

"Really?" I stuttered.

"Yes," he said sternly. "I know I've been treating you terribly and I have no legit reason for treating you that way. I never should have harassed you. I never should have sexualized you. And I especially should have never encouraged the other guys to do it too."

"Wow," I said under my breath. I cleared my throat as I sat up straighter. "I didn't expect. . . I mean. . . Teddy, I'm surprised."

"I know," Teddy sighed like he wasn't done, "and I don't blame you. I never should've. . . The truth is, Y/N, I'm not usually like this."

He laughed when he saw the look on my face. "I know," he chuckled. "The excuse I'm going to use is that, when I became president of the fraternity, everyone kinda expected me to be a player."

He stopped talking when my phone went off. I hesitated before sighing and walking into the kitchen to grab it. When I turned it on, I saw an interesting text from Pete.

Pete: Just to give you a heads up, I told Teddy the truth about us. I also told him that if he talked to you–really talked to you–he might have a chance with you. (A real chance, not a sexual one.)

I smiled before quickly sending him a reply.

Me: He's here. And thanks. It seems to be working.

I took my phone with me as I walked back into the room where Teddy was waiting for me. He stood up when I walked into the room and let out a visible breath.

"Sorry about that," I said as I walked over to him. We were awkwardly standing in the middle of my living room, barely a few feet apart now. "What were you saying?"

"I was saying," Teddy stuttered. He sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm an asshole."

Before I could say anything, he continued, "I changed when I joined this fraternity, but I completely changed when I became president. Someone recently told me that if I stopped acting like someone I'm not, I might have a chance."

"A chance with what?" I asked even though Pete already told me.

"A chance with you," Teddy said slowly as he took a step closer to me. "A real chance. Not a one-night stand chance. I like you, Y/N. And I want you to get to know the real me; not the douchebag, player, Phelta Si President me."

I was officially speechless. Even though Pete had told me that this is what Teddy had wanted, actually hearing him say it, still amazed me.

Teddy cleared his throat as he started to take a step back. "I know you're with Pete and he's my best friend so I won't. . ."

I cut him off by grabbing his face, closing the gap, and pressing my lips to his. He instantly wrapped his arms around me and started kissing me back.

I broke the kiss and slowly dropped my hands, placing them delicately onto his chest. Teddy tightened his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. We stood in the middle of my family room, holding each other and staring at each other as we caught our breaths. Teddy was the first to break the silence.

"I never should have made you feel like the only thing I wanted was to sleep with you. I mean, you are a beautiful woman, Y/N, and you deserve more than that."

"Not something I ever thought I'd hear you say," I teased. Teddy laughed before pressing his lips to mine. I gasped as he leaned down and grabbed my leg, making me wrap it around his waist.

"Wait," I said, already out of breath again. I unwrapped my leg from around him and gently pushed him away from me. I slowly looked up at him through my eyelashes and bit my bottom lip.

"What's wrong?" He asked. His smile fell when he saw the look on my face.

"I'm sorry," I stuttered. "But. . . I can't do this. Not like this. I mean, I need you to. . ."

"To what?" He asked gently as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "What do you need me to do? I'll do anything, Y/N."

"I just. . . I need to know that this isn't a one-night stand or a fling or something," I explained. "Teddy, I need you to prove to me that you want this, that you want this to be real."

"I do," he said instantly. "I swear, Y/N. I want this to be real. I want us to be real and I will do anything to prove it."

I looked down at our feet and hesitated again. "Hey," he whispered. He gently lifted my chin so I was looking at him. "How can I prove this to you?"

"By taking me on a date first."

I held my breath as I waited for his response. He slowly smiled as he pulled me closer to him. He pressed his lips gently to mine in a soft, short kiss. When he broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against mine.

"How about tomorrow night?" He asked. "Say 7 o'clock?"

I leaned back and pointed my finger up at him. "Don't even think about being late."

"I wouldn't dare."

[allthingsfangirl101]

A Game of Tease-Teddy Sanders

Part 2

I went away for one weekend. One weekend and I return home to a frat living in the house next door. When I got back, I pulled into my driveway and instantly saw the house next door littered with red cups, used party supplies, drunk girls, and overly cocky frat boys.

"You have got to be shitting me," I mumbled as I turned my car off. I got out of my car, grabbed my purse, and walked in without another look towards the boys watching me like a flock of vultures.

When I got safely inside my house, I closed the door and leaned against it as I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. I turned around and locked the door.

I spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking, cleaning the house, and avoiding all windows. I had just put in a load of laundry when someone rang my doorbell. I sighed as I fixed my hair while I walked to the front door. When I looked in the peephole, I mentally prepared myself.

"Here we go," I mumbled before opening the door. I put on a small smile as two frat boys stood innocently on my doorstep. "Can I help you?"

"Hi," one boy started. "I'm Teddy and this is Pete."

I looked over when the other boy lifted his hand to wave but didn't say anything. I sighed when I noticed they were waiting for me to introduce myself.

"Nice to meet you, boys. I'm Y/N."

"It's wonderful to meet you too," Teddy said a little too sweetly. I glanced over at Pete and held in a smirk when I saw him roll his eyes.

"I'm sorry," I cleared my throat, "but did you need something?"

"We just wanted to come over and introduce ourselves, like good neighbors," Teddy said politely. I stared at him, silently telling them I could see through their bullshit.

Pete sighed before adding, "Actually, we wanted to warn you. . ."

"Not warn her," Teddy laughed. Pete sent him a glare before turning back towards me.

"What I meant was, Teddy and I are in charge of our college fraternity and we all live next door."

"Yeah," I scoffed, glancing over at their yard. "I kinda figured that out."

The boys stared at me for a second before letting out awkward laughs. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the doorframe. Teddy was about to say something but I cut him off.

"Look," I sighed. "I don't care that you're a bunch of frat guys living together, partying all the time. It's not my thing so I won't stop you. But I will stop you if you do anything to or around my house. I've worked my ass off for this place and I expect my neighbors to be respectful. Even a house full of dudes. All I ask is that you respect me and my space. If you do that, I won't have a problem with you. And if I don't have a problem with you, you won't have a problem with me."

I sent them a smile before slamming the door in their perfect faces. I didn't move from the door, wanting to hear what and if they said anything.

"Damn," Teddy laughed. "I like her."

"Leave her alone," Pete warned.

"What?" Teddy asked innocently.

"I mean it, man," Pete sighed. "She seems nice and is willing to put up with our shit. Don't piss her off or try anything with her. Please, Teddy. We can't get into any more trouble with the school."

Problems? I wondered. Interesting. . .

                       * * * * *

Living next to a fraternity definitely has its negatives. Its positives? Not so much.

They are always having parties, always laughing and playing pranks on each other, and never go without a drink in their hands. Whenever I leave the house, they watch me. They lean over and whisper to each other, most likely making suggestive comments about me.

And when I return home, I half-expect to find my house destroyed, run over with guys, or on fire. I have lost track of how many times the boys have run over to help with my groceries and how many times I've told them I was fine but they insisted on helping anyway.

Most women would love having a house full of guys living next door. You have boys to help with yard work, fixing up the house, lifting and moving heavy things.

Well, not me.

For me, it's just a nuisance. Since I'm the same age as them, they have continually tried to ask me out. Every interaction I have with them ends with me declining their invitation to dinner, coffee, lunch, or Netflix & Chill.

I've had about enough of it. Constantly getting hit on, asked out, and eye-fucked is exhausting. I'm starting not to feel comfortable leaving my own house.

"Hey, Y/N!" I heard the second I got out of my car.

I sighed before looking over and seeing Teddy barbecuing in the front yard. I lifted my hand and waved but didn't say anything. I gathered my things from the backseat of my car as Teddy continued to watch me.

"Wanna come join our barbecue?" A pledge asked.

"No thanks," I said as I shut the car door. I was about to head inside when Teddy handed a guy next to him the spatula and jogged over to me.

"Come on, Y/N," he smirked. "You never hang out with us and it's starting to make us sad."

I sent him a look as he pouted. "Teddy!" Pete yelled. We turned to look at him. I smirked when Pete was sending Teddy a warning look. Teddy just shrugged before turning back towards me.

"For reals though," he sighed. "Why won't you just hang out with us? You won't even come to a party, and we have one every weekend."

"I know," I deadpanned. I cleared my throat and stood up straighter when I saw everyone outside their house watching us. "You wanna know why I refuse to cross the property line?"

"Um, yeah," he chuckled.

"It's because I know you assholes have a bet going."

For a brief second, Teddy's mouth opened and his eyes widened. He cleared his throat, quickly regaining his composure. "What. . . I don't know what are you talking about."

"You don't?" I challenged. "I'm pretty sure you and your Frat Brothers have a bet going about who can get me to sleep with them first."

Teddy looked behind at the guys, them all avoiding eye contact with me. My eyes fell on Pete sitting on their porch, reading a book. He looked up and sighed when he saw the guys gathering around me. He made eye contact with me and sent me an apologetic look. I smirked when I got an idea.

"But why don't I make all of this easier?" I said sweetly, turning my attention back to Teddy. The guys looked back at me, more joining us.

"And how would you do that?" A guy asked.

"By telling you who, out of all of you, I would actually sleep with."

Everyone smirked and stepped closer to me. I smiled innocently as they waited eagerly. Teddy looked around and smirked at his brothers. I could tell by the look on his face, he was fully expecting me to choose him.

He's got another thing coming.

"If I had to pick someone to take up to my room right now," I started slowly. I smirked as they got antsy. I made sure to look at them all teasingly before finally finding my victim.

"I'd pick Pete."

Everyone froze. Teddy clenched his jaw as he turned towards Pete. Those boys who were around Pete patted him on the back and pushed him towards us. I smirked up at him when he finally got to us.

"Hi, Pete," I said sweetly.

"Hi, Y/N," he stuttered. I stood on my toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Just go with this," I whispered in his ear, sounding as seriously as I could.

I pulled away and grabbed his hand. Without saying anything, I led Pete inside my house. When the door was closed, Pete started nervously stuttering. "Y/N. . . We don't. . . I mean. . ."

"Relax," I laughed.

I locked the door and walked over, closing all of the blinds. Once the guys outside couldn't see in, I walked upstairs and made a show of closing my bedroom curtains.

When I walked back downstairs, I laughed as Pete was still frozen in the middle of the room.

"Pete," I said chuckling. "Don't worry. We're not going to sleep together."

"It's not that. . . I mean, you are very beautiful but I. . . I'm. . . " Pete continued to stutter.

"I know you're gay," I cut him off.

"Really?" He asked, clearly shocked.

"Yeah," I laughed. I sat down and gestured to the other chair. "Pete, I knew within the first two minutes of meeting you."

"Wow," he said under his breath as he physically relaxed. "I can't believe you can. . . I mean, Teddy doesn't even. . ."

"Guys never know," I smirked. I smiled when he laughed.

"So," he hesitated to ask.

"So, why did I say I would sleep with you?" I finished for him.

"Yeah," he laughed as he reached up and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I figured we could help each other," I shrugged.

"How so?"

"Well, I want to be left alone and you want your frat to believe you're into girls," I started to explain. "So, my idea is this; we pretend to be continually hooking up and we both get what we want. You are seen as a stud among your brothers. And, hopefully, they will leave me alone."

Pete leaned back and thought about it for a second. "That might work," he said under his breath. He sighed before adding, "For me, at least. I know that Teddy is hellbent on getting you."

I scoffed as I rolled my eyes. "I know," Pete sighed. "I'm sorry, but he is stubborn. Now that he thinks we're hooking up, he won't stop trying. The rest of the guys, maybe. But him? No."

"So, what do we do to get him off my back?" I sighed. We thought about it for a minute, neither one of us knowing the answer.

"He's not going to stop until he sleeps with me, isn't he?" I asked, finally breaking the silence.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Pete sighed as he glanced towards the frat house. "Sometimes, I hate being there. The guys degrade women and spend their whole time talking about who they slept with and who they want to sleep with."

"Then why are you apart of the fraternity?" I asked.

Pete let out a harsh laugh and shook his head. "Honestly? I'm not sure why. I mean. . . I thought it would help get through college but it just made it rougher."

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "I get that. I went through college completely on my own. And it sucked."

"Y/N, I'm really sorry that the guys constantly harass you. I try to get them to leave you alone, but. . ."

"It's okay," I shrugged, chuckling lightly. I thought about it for a minute before saying, "You know, if Teddy wasn't such a dick, he'd actually have a chance."

"Really?" Pete laughed. He sent me a smirk before saying, "Now that may get him to leave you alone."

"What do you mean?" I asked, physically tilting my head.

"I have a plan," he smirked. "And it'll work for both of us."

                       * * * * *

About an hour later, we had everything planned out. We messed up our hair and clothes to make it look like we spent the whole time having sex instead of planning to take down the fraternity starting with the president.

"Maybe," Pete hesitated.

"What?" I asked as I tossed my hair to one side.

"Never mind."

"Tell me," I laughed.

"Maybe you should give me a hickey. . . Or we can give each other one or. . ."

I laughed as Pete reached up and scratched the back of his neck. "Come here," I giggled as I grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch.

"I know I'm not your type," I smirked, "but we can make out a little to make it more convincing."

"Okay," Pete chuckled awkwardly. I laughed when he didn't make the first move. I crawled onto his lap, straddling him as his eyes widened.

"Just relax, babe," I teased.

"Sorry," he chuckled. "I'm used to making out with girls who think I'm straight. I'm not used to making out with a girl who knows I'm not attracted to her."

"Ouch."

"No!" He quickly said. "I didn't mean it like that! I just. . ."

"It's okay," I laughed as I gently grabbed his face. "I know what you meant. Now, I don't know about you, but an hour gives us time to do a lot more than they're expecting."

Pete laughed as his cheeks turned red. "I'm not good at. . . Like marking."

"Leave it to me."

I pressed my lips to his and it took him a second to get into it. He was still a little tense as I broke the kiss and started sucking on his neck. "Relax," I whispered against his skin. "Don't think about who is doing this to you. Just think about it happening."

Pete sighed as he relaxed into the couch more. I left a few hickeys on his neck and one on his jaw before pressing my lips back to his. He got so into the kiss that he laid me down on the couch, hovering over me.

I gasped as he broke the kiss and started sucking on my neck. I let out a small moan when he found my sweet spot. He returned his lips to mine, instantly moving them messily in sync. I ran my hands up his chest, dragging my fingers up and down his chest, purposefully leaving marks.

When we finally broke the kiss, we were both struggling to catch our breath.

"Damn," I whispered, looking up at him through my eyelashes. "For a gay guy, you kiss really well."

"Thanks," Pete laughed as he sat up, pulling me with him. He was about to button his shirt but I stopped him.

"Remember, they need to think we had sex. They'll see your open shirt, the nail marks on your chest, messy hair, and the hickeys, and fill in the rest."

"Plus, you in a tank top, your messy hair, and the hickeys on your neck will make them really fill in the rest."

We laughed as I led him to the door. "Hey," I said before he left. "Thanks for doing this."

"Anytime," he smirked as he opened the door. I glanced behind and sent him a knowing look when every frat boy in their front yard turned to look at us.

"Looks like they were waiting for us," I smirked. Pete laughed as he shook his head.

I stepped out onto the porch and pulled him in for another kiss. He immediately played along as I ran my fingers through his hair. I smirked against his lips as he reached down and squeezed my ass.

"Nicely done," he whispered as we broke the kiss.

"You too," I smirked as I sent him a wink.

"Now," Pete sighed, "we wait and see if it worked."

[gothicwidowsworld]

Bad Neighbours #1

Imagine...

Moving in with your Aunt Kelly and Uncle Mac. Catching Teddy's eye and him insisting you'd fall for him at some point. Refusing to get involved with the frat due to the tensions between them and your family.

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