#bully!chris

You ditched class. You couldn't even get yourself out of your bed. The warm blanket over your head, Sol moving up and down with your chest as you breathed, it was the only thing you could find comfort in right now. You replayed the events over and over until new warm tears slipped down your face.

"Why?" You whispered, squinting hard. It was rare, but this was one of those moments you wished Solace could speak to you. You wished you weren't her voice, but instead she had her own to tell you what you needed to hear. To tell you what you could do to stop feeling the pain in your chest. You balled up and continued crying, alone.

Chris hadn't realized until one of his friends called him out on it, but he spent all day looking for you. He made sure to check every hallway, the courtyard; he even went out of his way to check the B-Library.

"Who are you looking for?" Someone's voice caught his attention.

"Nothing. No one." Chris mumbled. He made friends with the jocks last year very quickly because of his skills but sometimes he felt like he still had to come across cool to fit in with them.

"Oh, you're looking for your girlfriend." They started mocking him. He could tell it was all in good fun, but his annoyance was beginning to show.

"She is not my girlfriend." He seethed slightly.

"Chris is missing his teddy bear girl." They all started laughing. He felt his cheeks getting warmer.

"Shut up." He stifled a chuckle to play it off. Inside, he was fuming, though. He didn't like them making fun of him, and he especially didn't like them making fun of you. He felt his annoyance bubbling up in his throat.

"Guys, guys, look at him. He's turning red." Everyone from their tight circle looked directly at him. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, but he didn't want to discuss it or have everyone trying to dissect him.

"You guys are so stupid." He muttered and walked off. He didn't like what they were saying, but it lingered in his mind a little longer than he wanted it to. He couldn't help but think about how you felt tucked underneath his chin. He opened and closed his fists, remembering how his hands gripping you tightly felt. He couldn't explain it, but he wanted to protect you in case his friends took the joke too far. He walked around campus, still looking for you. His head lifted with an idea. He went to the admissions office and grabbed a random piece of paper off the table.

"How can I help you?" The front desk lady asked.

"I need to drop this off in my teacher's mailbox." Chris held up the blank paper. "It's a late assignment, they said I could submit."

"The teacher's boxes are right over there." She pointed to the wall of boxes. Chris rounded the corner and carefully peeked back to make sure she didn't seem suspicious about him. He was clear. He walked over to the filing cabinets and looked for a manila folder with your name. He only knew your first name, and since everything was sorted by last name, he was struggling. His panic intensified as he hoped to find you before being caught. He picked up a folder and opened it to see that you were in the freshman dorms on the East side of campus. He quickly scanned the admission info, learning everything he could about you with his limited time.

"You can't be in there." He looked up to see her, with her arms folded, scowling at him.

"I'm sorry. I lied. My girlfriend and I have our anniversary coming up, and I wanted to surprise her with flowers, but I didn't know where to send them and  -"

"Put it back and leave before I have to report this." Her face softened slightly. Chris apologized and left. As soon as he was outside, his grin grew exceptionally wide. He looked down at your admission info paper that he had carefully swapped out with the blank one. He had access to your dorm room, your schedule, and even your personal information. Chris was eager to use this information. He walked across campus to the freshmen dorms. He earned a few odd stares, but mostly the freshmen girls were checking him out.

"Hey Chris." One of them wanted his attention.

"Oh, hi. Um, could you help me find dorm 34C?" He figured a girl trying to flirt with him would be more than willing to help him.

"You are almost there. Just down the hall, and take the left." She ran her hand down his exposed arm.

"Thank you." He shook her off and walked down the female-dominated hallway. He gulped, looking at the letters on the door. He didn't even know what he was going to do or say. He just knew he wanted to see you today. He knocked on the door.

Your tears halted almost immediately. You weren't expecting company. You wiped your eyes and sat up. You looked around your room. It wasn't neat for a visitor, but it wasn't too messy to be disgusting to you either. You shuffled to the door and slowly opened it.

"Hi." His smug smile made you want to hurl. You went to slam the door, but Chris had anticipated this move and already had the door blocked with his foot. "Can we just talk?" His voice made your stomach twist in the worst way.

"No." You mumbled nasally. Since you had spent all day bawling your eyes out, your nose was stuffed up.

"Have you been crying?" His voice was curious and dry. You tried to shove the door closed, but his foot was the perfect doorstop. To add extra strength, his hand pressed on the door itself.

"No. Go away." You huffed, still trying to close the door. Chris got bored quickly with the arm wrestle and pushed his way fully into your dorm. "Get the fuck out." This was the first time your voice held rage.

"Calm down, Cub. I just wanna talk." His stupid nickname for you only made you more irritated. Chris looked around the room and smiled widely when he saw Sol comfortably sitting with the rest of your stuffies.

"Chris, don't." The strength in your voice was immediately whiny. Chris plopped onto your bed and snatched her up quickly. You leaned over him, trying to get her back. A game you were all too familiar with.

"You got more. That's cute." You hesitated for a moment, realizing the tone in his voice wasn't degrading like it usually was. You reached for Sol, and he let you have her this time.

"Get out." You said rationally.

"I wanna talk." He was avoiding eye contact with you.

"No." You held your ground as tightly as Solace.

"Cub." He sighed. He finally lifted his head to look at you. After fully seeing your puffy eyes and red cheeks from crying, he felt it. The guilt. "I had to okay?" He was struggling to find the best way to explain.

"Chris, get out." You pointed to the door as if he were too stupid to find it himself.

He stood up and stepped toward you. "Cub, if I didn't get you to the party, they -"

"Chris, shut the fuck up." Your emotions bubbled over. "I don't care." Your tears were streaming down the path that had been paved earlier.

"They were going to kick me off the team." Chris stepped closer to you, trying to get you to see reason.

"So, get kicked off the team. Leave me out of it! Ever since I got to this college you treat me like shit. You are a fucking bu -" Without any kind of warning Chris dove down and captured the rest of your sentence with his lips. His hands cupped your face. He felt the wetness from the tears and rubbed it away with his thumbs. You dropped Solace on the floor, completely shocked. Chris's lips were massive compared to yours as they suctioned you two together. For a brief moment, you forgot everything. You forgot about him bullying you for the past few weeks. You forgot about him taking Sol. You forgot about his stupid party. Most importantly, for that brief moment, you forgot you hated him. Chris pulled back and looked at you. Once you saw his face, all your rage was rekindled within you. "Get the fuck out." You grabbed your pillow and started hitting him with it. He tried dodging it, but failed as he made his way to the door.

"Cub, chill out. Calm down." He chuckled as he was hit with the fluffy feather ball.

"Leave me alone, Chris. I mean it." You slammed the door on him so hard that the walls shook. Chris stood outside the door, getting weird stares from everyone still in the hallway.

"She is uh... on her period." He said awkwardly and left for the staircase. After slamming your door, you looked around the room. You rushed over to pick Solace up off the floor.

"What the fuck is his issue?" You said while brushing her off, even though she was hardly dirty from the fall. "What the fuck was that?" You sat on the edge of the bed thinking about him. You hated the fact that all you had done was think about him for the last day and a half. But this time, your feelings were something different.

Did anyone scream?

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It had been a few days since your first encounter with Chris. You still struggled to find the right classes, and on several occasions, you misread your schedule, ending up in the wrong building altogether. Between college stress and constantly being lost, you had almost forgotten he existed... almost. You were still bringing Sol along with you to classes to help ease the anxiety you were feeling. It was weird to you that no one else even bothered to give you a second glance while holding Solace, but Chris, it was as if he couldn't help himself. Like he had to go out of his way to ruin your day.

Chris leaned against the lockers with a grin plastered across his face. His friends were across the hall, laughing and watching as he tossed your stuffed bear between his hands. He was relentless. "You gotta explain this to me." He looked between Sol and you. "You actually bring this thing to classes?" He sneered holding her up by one ear. In your brain, that action was causing her discomfort, but in reality, it was just you projecting. 

"Chris, please." You begged. Your body was pressed up against his, but he stacked taller.

"What's wrong with you?" He held her out of reach. He looked past his arm towards his friends to see if he had their approval. He did.

"Can't you just—" You jumped but with no success.

"No one takes you seriously with this thing." He chuckled playfully. You weren't playing. You jumped again, coming down even closer to his chest.

"Funny, you seem to be the only one who cares." You were determined to get her back.

"Care? Nah." Chris over-exaggerated his expressions.

"Chris, stop." Your pleading started to tilt toward whining. "Why do you do this?" You jumped again. On your way down, you noticed a few other people starting to look at you.

"Stop what?" He asked, forcing an innocent tone. "Oh. This?" He dangled the bear lower. You were stupid enough to take the bait and tried to grab Sol. He lifted her back. "Is this what you're all worked up about?" He mocked, shaking the bear in your face before pulling it back again. You stopped fighting. Chris felt like he was winning this encounter. He pressed on. "What is the point of it anyway?  Talk to it? Cry to it?" His words hit harder than you thought they would. You couldn't remember how you got Solace; she was always just there. She was there through everything for you, and you held that comfort close. You jumped up again, a new fire in your eyes.

"Just give her back to me!" You shouted, voice cracking as your throat tightened. You could feel your eyes beginning to sting, and you hated that he was going to know he had a hold over you like this.

"Her? Oh, it's a girl?" He started laughing. This time, when you jumped for her, your clumsy self landed awkwardly, and you started to fall. Chris was quick to react, grabbing your arm and steadying you. He pulled you into his chest, where you have been most of the interaction. You looked up at him. His jawline was firm.

"Be careful." He whispered sternly. The sudden change of his tone threw you.

"Chris. Please." You whined quietly. His weight shifted slightly when he noticed your eyes brimmed with tears. You thought you might be winning now. That was until he pressed on once more. 

"It's, excuse me, she is just a toy." He didn't understand the connection you had with Sol.

"You don't get it. Give her back!" You raised your voice. More kids looking your way.

"Calm down. Calm down." His nonchalant demeanor was pushing your buttons. A tear slipped down your face before you could stop it, followed by an involuntary sob. You gave up. You had lost. Dropping your arms defeated, you covered your face with your hands. Chris froze. He liked picking on you, especially when you fought back slightly, but this wasn't a reaction he was quite ready to handle.

"What are you crying for?" He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. You, too overwhelmed to speak, didn't answer. You felt something fuzzy nuzzle your hands. You peeked past your fingers to see Chris smashing Solace against your skin. You couldn't trust this. It was probably just a shitty trick to torment you more.

He groaned under his breath, "All right... okay... just take it." He was ready to drop the bear and run. He wanted to get away from all the people staring at him. "Jesus, stop crying and take the damn thing." He was now irritated. He didn't like this position, knowing that everyone knew he had made you cry. 

They, of course, unless watching, wouldn't know what it was from. The rumors would spread through the school that he had finally found a girlfriend, or worse, that he had broken up with you and made you cry. Either way, he wanted no part in this anymore. "Come here." He said, grabbing your hands and forcing you to hold them out. He placed Solace directly in your hands. "I...ugh...here." He squeezed your hands together, causing them to grip the loosely stuffed animal. "There. See, it's fine. You're fine. No need to cry." For someone who could effortlessly pick apart people's emotions to tear them down, he suddenly found himself at a complete loss for how to handle this situation. He was skilled at tearing people down rather than building them back up. A pang of guilt struck his chest. "I gotta go." He left, walking away.

You looked up to see him making his way through the busy hallway. You took notice he wasn't going in the direction of his friends. You found it odd. Wouldn't he want more props for making you cry? You wondered. You clung to your stuffed bear, smelling her familiar scent. You began to feel at ease. People who had been watching the situation with Chris were now whispering or dispersing to their classes. You couldn't be bothered to try and find your next class after everything. You sulked to your dorm room. You were thankful you had registered early for enrollment so you got a room to yourself. Just you, Solace, and a few other stuffed animals you held dear. You balled up on your bed, thinking about this encounter with Chris. He almost seemed like he cared. Almost.

You smooshed Sol extra close to your chest. She was the only thing familiar around you. You could feel your heartbeat radiating through her worn fluff, almost as if it were her own. The chatter from the other students walking around you made you feel even more alone. Every person passing you ignored your confused expressions. You looked up at the same tall brown building for the third time, trying to match anything on the structure to the map in your hand. The lump in your throat was forming slowly, starting to choke out your air supply.

All you wanted was one person to take some kind of pity on you and help you out. You had made eye contact with several people pleading silently, but not one person stopped their daily routine to show you around the campus to your first class. You studied the structure's peak for the fourth time, unaware that someone was busy studying you for the first time.

He was minding his own business until he caught a glimpse of you. His head swiveled back in your direction and remained fixated. He couldn't take his eyes off of you. It was his first day back on campus, and he was excited to see his friends, but his attention was immediately diverted from his social circle to the girl standing under the apple tree in the middle of the courtyard: you.

A few fallen apples rotting in the grass by your velvety boots. He took notice of how comfortable you looked in your fluffy cream-colored sweater even though it was almost one hundred degrees out. 'Odd' he thought to himself. Your wavy hair fell past your shoulders. As his eyes flowed with the soft curls down to your chest, he caught sight of the brown, raggedy teddy bear you were clinging to for dear life. He let out a slight sigh as he watched everyone pass you by. He could instantly tell you were new to the school by the map in your hand you were desperately studying.

"What is she twelve?" His head snapped up to look at his friend.

"For real. Who brings their teddy bear to college?" Another jock said. They both looked at him.

"Chris? You good?" He shook his head slightly from side to side, trying to realign his thoughts with his group's conversation.

"Yeah, watch this." Chris kicked himself off the red-stained brick building and started crossing the courtyard. The further away he became, the slower his friend's laughter faded out in the background. His heart started to skip beats with his steps. 

You looked up to look at the building again, hoping that this time would be when the stained glass window would magically appear embedded in the brown brick. As your eyes flicked up, you saw him.

He was wearing a letterman jacket in the college colors. His jeans were a medium fit, and he was stomping his black and white Converse in your direction. You sighed, feeling instant relief. Finally, someone noticed your silent cries for help and was coming over to show you the right direction. You felt the lump in your throat get shoved back down as you slowly started to force a soft smile. "Who comes to college with a teddy bear?" He grabbed Sol in one swift motion. You were caught entirely off guard, your smile immediately dropping.

"Excuse me?" You reached for the only sense of comfort you had known.

"First day, huh?" he said as he held Solace higher out of your reach. You stared up at your small stuffed animal, starting to feel a panic building inside your chest.

"Give her back." You dropped your map, no longer caring about attending class on time. He dangled her high. His free hand covered your chest and created the distance you were desperate to close to rescue your bear. "Please." He silently refused. His pose is unfaltering at your expense. You eased up your pressure against his hand, feeling defeated.

"I'm Chris." He said, tossing your best friend from hand to hand like She was a basketball.

"I don't care." You lunged at him, and he stepped aside, sending you stumbling toward the apple tree. He laughed a big laugh at your clumsiness.

"Why would you wear a sweater on a hot day like this?" he asked another arbitrary question. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of a reply, so you opted to stay silent. "What's the matter? Is someone upset?" he taunted in a mock baby voice. "Is the baby gonna cry?" He kept pushing.

You were, in fact, starting to feel flustered. "Stop." You mumbled. You felt the lump in your throat returning. You reached for your property one more time, and this time, he caved. You were reunited with Solace once again. You smooshed her close to your chest and felt your anxieties meshing into her stitching, slowly fading. You stroked the fur between her ears that was no longer soft but matted from years of snuggles and cuddling.

"Are you like delusional?" Chris ducked his head lower to look at your face. His expression was more inquisitive.

"Please, just leave me alone." Your voice cracked as the lump was fully present, this time for a different reason.

"Good luck finding your class." Chris ruffled up your hair like you were several years younger than him. You pulled away from his unwelcome touch. "See you around, kid." He waved as he started walking backward.

"We hate him." You whispered to Sol. You reached down and picked up the map that Chris had stepped on and ruined. "Great, now I'm never getting to class on time." Your priorities were realigned. You grunted and looked in the direction he went. He reached his friends, and they gave him props for your demise. He glanced back at you with a smile. You shook your head, not amused, and looked down at your best friend. Without looking back at Chris, you started walking off in any direction that would get you as far away from him as possible.

Bully!Chris ... Immediately walking over to TeddyBear!Girl to pick on her, even stopping mid-conversation with his friends.

Bully!Chris ... Calling TeddyBear!Girl "Cub" because she is like a baby bear.

Bully!Chris ... Who is the only one allowed to be mean to TeddyBear!Girl. He doesn't like anyone else bullying her.

Bully!Chris ... Pretending to need help with an assignment knowing TeddyBear!Girl will help because she's too nice not to. And he needs the extra help with his grades.

Bully!Chris ... Always taking 'Sol' away from TeddyBear!Girl when he can't think of anything else to do or say to hurt her feelings.

Bully!Chris ... Who always asks 'why you care about a teddy bear so much' in a degrading way but secretly just wants to understand TeddyBear!Girl.

Bully!Chris ... Who is not discrete about bullying TeddyBear!Girl in front of others sometimes gets caught by profs and gets in trouble.

Bully!Chris ... Who bullies TeddyBear!Girl almost playfully when he is in a good mood.

Bully!Chris ... Who bullies TeddyBear!Girl extra harsh as a form of stress relief.

Bully!Chris ... Getting flustered when he feels guilty after it goes too far with TeddyBear!Girl and she is showing how emotional he made her.

You had found it—the best spot to hide from him. You were absolutely sure he'd never see you here. You were hiding out in a window nook at the campus B library. Surely, Chris didn't or couldn't read. You felt confident. The last few encounters with him were all outside or in the hallway while looking for classes. You weren't just learning the campus to get to class, you were now learning how to avoid him at all costs. The library seemed to be working because you had gone two days without torment. You were gaining confidence, so you started leaving Sol in your dorm room. Only for specific classes, though. She didn't particularly enjoy your art class after you got paint on her already discoloring fur.

"Oh, look who is here." Your skin crawled. "If it isn't Little Bear Cub." He had coined that nickname, calling Sol your mother bear. You obviously thought it was the dumbest thing you had ever heard. However, pretty much anything that came out of Chris's mouth was stupid to some degree. You turned your head to see him walking through the stacks of books over to your window nook. "How's it going?" He asked, mushing you further in. There was no escape.

"I don't have her." You thought maybe if his object of abuse weren't with you, he'd leave you alone. You were wrong.

"It's alright. I wanna talk to you, Cub." He nudged you. You rolled your eyes, just waiting for him to get bored. "What are you up to?" He asked too peppy. You couldn't trust any of his motives. You learned that pretty quickly. Chris was working to earn your trust.

"What do you want?" You sighed, looking at him. He was only a foot away from you. The smell from his varsity jacket was filling the sparse space between you two.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot." This pulled a reaction from you.

"You think?" You shot out. After the words left your mouth, you regretted them. His eyes were a little wide surprised you had strong opinions about what he said.

"Maybe, just maybe." He shifted slightly on the seat. "You'd come to the frat party happening tonight?" You looked at him, utterly shocked. There was no way in hell you would go. Besides that, the guy who has made it his life's mission to bully you for the past two weeks whenever he saw you was the one who just invited you? No. Chris anticipated your answer. He knew you would need some convincing, but he still had to try.

"No." You held back the major crash that you wanted to display. Yelling, screaming, possibly throwing every library book you could get your hands on at his big fat head.

"C'mon, Cub." He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, causing you to collapse into yourself. "We should start over." He looked at you with a soft smile, and you felt gaslighted. He seemed so genuine now. You reached into your bag to find it empty. You wanted, needed, Solace.

"I have to go." You started packing up your papers, books, and your journal.

"Wait, wait. What's this?" He saw the journal, and it sparked his curiosity. Chris reached for the journal, but you were faster.

"Nothing. Let me out." You shoved him a little, trying to get free.

"Just think about the party tonight. Think of it as... an apology." Chris almost seemed to be pleading for you to accept. After staring at you in silence for a while, he moved slowly, giving you the chance to leave his torment. As you walked out of the double doors, you looked up at the giant letters on the building that read 'B - Library' and noted that this place was no longer safe from Chris.

You made it back to your dorm and immediately grabbed Sol. She was right where you left her with Elefante, your purple elephant, and Ears, a little mouse ball with big sparkly ears. You named every single one. Usually, the names were quick and on the fly, so they were silly or very original. Either way, everyone had a name.

"Can you believe him? A party? After everything he has done to me, you, us?" You vented. You were unpacking your notes and books from your bag as you griped about Chris having the nerve to be even remotely nice to you. You looked over at Sol. Thinking for a moment about the what-ifs of the hypothetical party you could be attending. Hypothetical because there was no way in hell you would ever go. You had been at college for a few weeks and still hadn't made any friends. Since you got a dorm by yourself, there was no roommate to cling to as a false friendship. Anyone passing in the hall left you alone to be bullied by Chris. You were all alone. Perhaps, just perhaps, going to Chris's party wasn't a bad idea. If you successfully avoided him, you might be able to talk to other people. You looked at Solace again. As if she agreed with you, you nodded back at her. You were going to Chris' party.

After deciding on a navy top and one of the many cardigans you had packed for school, you felt like you looked approachable enough to go to a party—Chris's party. You were just about to leave your dorm and head to his frat house across campus when your heart fluttered. You knew it was a terrible idea, but you couldn't go through with it without Solace. She did everything with you. She made you feel safe. You quickly snatched her off your bed and squished her close to you. "Maybe, he has changed, and we'll be okay." You whispered against her soft, squishy ear. It was dark outside as you made your way under each sidewalk lamp. The light faded and then returned as you continued passing each one. There were a few other kids either going to the party or coming from it—some of them were drunk.

You looked at the party house sign with giant Greek letters above the open door. "I can't -" You slowly turned to go back to your quiet sanctuary when an arm wrapped roughly around your belly from behind.

"You made it." You could smell his varsity jacket, mixed with a pungent scent of alcohol. Whether he was drunk or not, it was impossible to tell.

"It's late. I need to get some sleep." You lied. Your nerves were sky high, and you regretted your decision.

"Come on. At least come meet everyone." His genuine demeanor was gone now. You knew then you had made a big mistake. He pushed and pulled you into the house. His hand on your waist was firm. Chris didn't want you to run away, not yet. The loud music booming in one room became dim when you entered another. Chris's grip on you was uncomfortably tight. You notice he some how made it even more tight once in the presence of the other jocks with matching letter-mans.

"No fucking way." One of them said.

"You got her here." A different guy interjected. Chris was smaller than they were, but not by a lot.

"Guys, this is Cub." He used that stupid nickname, and everyone laughed.

"Wait, wait, did she bring the -" Chris snatched Sol from you and held her up like a prize.

"She did." He laughed with everyone. The tears were immediate. This embarrassment was far beyond the hallway clashes or accidental bump-ins. This was planned. Chris brought you here with the sole purpose of making fun of you in front of his friends.

"She's... She's crying." Another one said between laughs. You were already small in comparison to the jocks but now you were the ant they stepped on without a second thought. Their large statures, matched with a deliberate intention to hurt your feelings, terrified you. You looked at Chris with tear-streaked cheeks, paving the way for more tears to fall. You fell for it. You fell for his lies. Chris, upon seeing you crying again, softened. He handed Solace back immediately and didn't keep her from you. You were a little shocked his torment halted so soon. In the hallway and outside on campus, he made it last forever. Since you had the only thing you came with in your arms, you turned to leave. Chris knew he couldn't let you go so soon. He had to keep you here for at least a few more minutes. He grabbed your waist, snatching you back, and held you in front of him. His body towering behind yours, with his head tucked on your shoulder.

For a brief moment, you could have sworn this wasn't just him holding you hostage, but instead him holding you safely. You sniffled. "Awe, how cute are you two?" Someone pressed the jokes. Chris straightened up. His grip loosened, restoring your nerves back in place in your chest.

"No. No. Not a chance. I would never date someone who still needs a stuffed animal." Chris's voice boomed from behind you. His words said one thing, but his arms, which planted you firmly in place, said something else. You just wanted to leave. You decided the only way to go was to make a proper break for it. You stepped back on Chris's foot, causing him to drop his grip on you. "What the fuck Cub?" He seethed. You didn't stay to answer. With one last look at his reddened face, you darted through the house. Making your escape.

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Bully!Chris 🧸

Complex personality. Appears rough. Tough. Intimidating. Sharp words. Assertive. Misunderstood. Popular. Control over others, especially TeddyBear!Girl. Subtle teasing, making her uncomfortable. Sarcastic comments. Always finds a reason to bully her. Trying to mask the deeper feelings he doesn't know how to express. Underneath the tough exterior, there's a hint of vulnerability. He might occasionally show signs of guilt. When she's around, he acts out in exaggerated ways to get her attention. Honestly doesn't understand her teddy bear connection.

Sophomore in College

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TeddyBear!Girl 🧸

She sticks to herself. She fronts as if she is tough and things don't bother her.  Cuddly on the outside. Oversized sweaters, Leggings, Ugg Boots. Messy Bun or Long Waves. Softie on the inside. Bleeding Heart for those in need. Nonconfrontational. She is nice to everyone! A Writer, Journaling or Fiction. Music Lover (Headphones). Obviously, a stuffed animal enthusiast, but mostly teddy bears. Her brown teddy bear (Solace or Sol) is her confidant. She names them all and considers them her friends but not in a delusional way but more in a lonely childish way. Absolutely despises Bully!Chris. Mostly afraid of him. She is called Cub short for Bear Cub.

Freshmen in College.

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TeddyBear!Girl... Never understanding what she did wrong to make Bully!Chris hate her so much.

TeddyBear!Girl... Always finding herself mumbling to Solace about Bully!Chris. Good and Bad.

TeddyBear!Girl... Always looking out for odd places to study on campus so Bully!Chris can't find her.

TeddyBear!Girl... Always trying to avoid Bully!Chris but constantly failing.

TeddyBear!Girl... Always listening to music in her headphones to avoid her lonely thoughts, but she pauses it when she sees Bully!Chris coming.

TeddyBear!Girl... Finally feeling at peace when she is in her dorm room with all of her teddies.

TeddyBear!Girl... Bringing Solace to every exam for good luck.

TeddyBear!Girl... Crying when she sees the perfect stuffed animal and feels a connection.

TeddyBear!Girl... Secretly thinking Bully!Chris looks cute when he is holding Solace.

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