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These Four Years

Ted Nivison x Reader [they/them used]

Second semester senior year

Ted sat on the edge of the stage. He swished his legs back and forth , staring at his shoes as they disappeared and reappeared beneath the graduation gown. The ceremony was in an hour, and he needed to be down in the gym with the rest of his graduating class in half that time.

Ted looked over at the cap that sat next to him on the stage. Some of his younger friends had surprised him with decorations; painted on stars and sparkles, with a couple highlighting pictures of him from over the years. It pulled lightly at the threads of Ted’s heart, knowing those photos were just memories now.

Ted leaned back, closing his eyes, and letting his head fall onto the hardwood of the stage. He huffed, breathing in deeply the stuffy air of the highschool theater, then opened his eyes. As he looked up, he expected to look up towards the ceiling and see all the batons hanging from the grid, instead, he saw y/n standing directly over him, staring straight down into his eyes.

“JEEZ-“ Ted jumped, rolling to the side and propping himself up on his elbow. y/n laughed at the boy, kneeling down to sit next to him.

Ted looked over at y/n. They were dressed the same as Ted, school clothes under a graduation gown. They wore their cords thrown over one shoulder, and their cap sat loosely on their head. It didn’t quite fit them, but it never quite fit anyone. Ted watched as y/n’s laugh faded, and their eyes traced over every detail of the theater. The old, tattered seats. The dusty grand curtain. The chips in the edging paint. The faint coffee stains in the audience carpet. The burnt out house lights.

“y/n?”

They glanced back to Ted, blinking away the tears in their eyes. “Y-Yeah? Yes Ted?”

“Did you… did you like playing Lacey? In the last show?”

“Did I like-?” y/n looked over at Ted, staring quizzically at the boy. “Of course I did.”

“Cool.” Ted forced his gaze forwards, creating an awkward staring contest between himself and the seats.

“Ted, is that what you really wanted to ask me?”

He paused, forming the words correctly in his mind. He decided to talk a bit slower this time, hoping to not embarrass himself. “Did you like playing Lacey? As in someone who was dating me?”

y/n smiled, laughing a bit to themself as they mulled over Ted’s question. “Teddy, are you asking if I liked acting like we were dating?”

Ted nodded, then quickly cleared his throat. “Y-Yeah.”

“Are you asking if I like you? If I have a crush on you?”

Ted nodded again.

y/n fully turned their body to the side, resting one knee towards ted as they stared at the boy. It looked like they were trying not to laugh. “Theodore Nivison, did you seriously wait until 20 minutes before we graduate, to ask the person who’s been flirting with you for four years, if I have a crush on you?”

“Flirting?”

“Oh my- you’re impossible.” y/n stood up from the stage, and righted the graduation cap on their head. “Four years of my life Ted.”

“Wait!” Ted stood up too, almost too quickly as he nearly took y/n’s face clean off the frame of his glasses. The boy now towered over y/n quite a bit at standing height, but he still leaned down to talk to them. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I just— four years?”

“Yes four years!” y/n crossed their arms. More embarrassed than angry. “Four years of me flirting with you and doing theater with you and being your friend and— i didn’t want to kiss you on stage because then our first kiss was on stage in front of an audience and our director and our friends. Not just me and you on a date or something.”

“I could’ve taken you on a date?”

“Oh my— TED.”

“Right right.” Ted paused, considering for a moment. “Can I kiss you now?”

y/n felt their face flush, and they desperately found any words to say that didn’t melt in their own brain. “I— You— We— No!” (That is not what they wanted to say.) “Ted we need to graduate in fifteen minutes.”

“Right. Yeah, of course.” Ted bent down, retrieving his graduation cap from the ground. As he came up, he caught sigh of y/n, staring out into the house again. He breathed in deeply, taking the last moments of his highschool education in. “This is it, isn’t it? Four years all over?”

“Four years. Gone for good.” y/n sighed, almost content with the ending they got. “You ready?”

“Nah.” Ted took y/n’s hand in his, still staring out into the audience. “Let’s go.”

“Yeah.” y/n squeezed Ted’s hand, following as the boy led them off of the stage, out of the dressing rooms, and back into the school halls, leaving it all behind.

“Hey.” Ted dropped y/n’s hand, smiling down at them. “Race y’a.”

“TED!” y/n took off after the boy, following him through the school and down the stairs, into the next four years, and whatever came with it.

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Dude I so desperately need a “these four years” update please please please

Coming soon. Pinkie promise.

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These Four Years

Ted Nivison x reader [they/them used]

First semester senior year

y/n huffed, running their hands over the the flannel material of their top.

“Break a leg.” This year, there was a freshman going around backstage before every rehearsal saying it over and over. Break a leg. Break a leg. Break a leg. God, y/n wanted to rip her head off.

A gentle hand crept over y/n’s shoulders, moving from their left to their right and settled in a calm grasp. “Careful there, doll.”

“You don’t have to be in character yet.” y/n stood with a sour look on their face as they watched the actors already on stage. Them and Ted’s cue was soon.

“What’s wrong?” Ted peered over at y/n, leaning down to better listen to their hushed voice. He had gotten even taller, standing a little less than a foot over them.

“Fucking— the freshman won’t shut up and I hate this stupid dress and wig and I have to kiss you in front of everyone.”

“Well, first, it’s just an underclassmen. They’ll learn. Second,” ted reached out and patted y/n on the head. “The wig is just for a couple hours. And third, you look great in the costume! They did a really good job.”

y/n shrugged, trying to hide a smile. “Your costume looks great, too.”

Ted was quiet, watching the stage alongside y/n. “Is it that bad to kiss me? I made extra sure to brush my teeth.”

“No it’s— extra? Are you usually unsure that you brushed your teeth?”

Ted paused, seeming almost embarrassed. “That’s not what I asked.”

“It’s not that bad.” y/n shrugged. “I just— in front of everyone. I know it’s only a stage kiss but it’s still terrifying.”

Ted seemed to want to say something, but instead y/n gave his hand a squeeze and walked out onto stage, holding character. Ted followed eagerly, jumping in just the same.

“Come on Lace, you know you want me.”

“Please Tommy, you’re a scamp.” y/n walked towards the opposite direction from where they entered.

“Aww, doll I’d stop for y’a. Why, I’d settle down and be a worthy man. Honest.” Ted reached out, taking y/n in his arms and swinging them around. y/n laughed.

“Oh Tommy, you’re a liar aren’t you?”

“Now Lace, you take me for that? Those woman in town best not be fillin your head. Not my best girl.”

“Your best girl? And I wonder who else’s heard that before?”

y/n wriggled themself free from Ted, heading further away from him. Ted caught up with them, grabbing them by the arm and flipping them to face himself. Ted slipped a hand around y/n’s waist, dipping them down lightly in a romantic manner. Ted moved quicker as he kissed y/n.

y/n’s brain felt deep fried. Static ran over their skin as ted pulled away, hands still around y/n’s waist. “See Lace? I promise. First kiss to my best girl.”

y/n pushed Ted off. “Tommy! You know better than to— than— oh you!”

y/n hurried off stage, Ted following after. Some other characters came on stage to continue the scene. Ted watched y/n take a breath, one they seemed to be holding for a while.

“That wasn’t so bad was it?” Ted took y/n’s hand in his and gave a gentle squeeze.

y/n smiled at the boy and squeezed his hand back. “Wasn’t that bad.”

Second semester senior year

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These Four Years

Ted Nivison x reader [they/them]

Second semester junior year

“Halt! Foul villain.” y/n twirled the dulled fencing sword around their body in an impressive display. They ended by pointing the tip at Ted’s chest with about a three foot distance between them. “How dare you. You take my wife, you take my home, you take everything from everyone. You kill without mercy.”

“I have mercy.” Ted drew a similar sword from the hilt on his waist, holding it outwards towards y/n in a fighting stance. “But not for you. You could never deserve my mercy.”

y/n sighed and let the sword fall. The tip of it danced over the black stage beneath them. y/n rolled their shoulders back and looked at Ted with an evil sneer. “And you deserve nothing.”

y/n charged at Ted, letting the dueling swords clash over head. Ted pushed against y/n, the metal grinding. “Do better little soldier. Give me that much.”

“Alright pause.” y/n and Ted let go of each other, standing a couple feet apart with their swords at their sides. Both looked into the audience at the teacher standing at the foot of the stage. “Alright, we’re going to block this out then go over it a few more times. I’ll write it down so you can both copy it later. Got it?”

“Yup.”

“Yes.”

“Cool. Ted, proceed.”

“Okay. Uh, 7.” The metal swords clanged as Ted called out attack and defense positions for him and y/n to follow. They danced across the stage back and forth, making a path of battle. It came to a final clash, the sound of metal clanging as y/n’s sword fell to the ground and they fell with it. Ted breathed heavy with the tip of his sword pointed at y/n’s neck.

“Good. Good rehearsal today everyone. Text your rides, do whatever you need, I’m shutting everything down in half an hour.”

Students began shuffling about and gathering up their things, but Ted stayed still. He was staring down into y/n’s eyes, and they were staring up into his. A small smile crept its way onto y/n’s face, and they soon devolved into laughter.

“It’s not funny.” y/n rolled over laughing as Ted dropped his character. He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing back the sweaty streaks.

“You were so serious. I can’t believe— I mean you did good, it’s just intense.”

“So you’re laughing?”

y/n nodded, smiling as they looked up at Ted. “Can I get up now or?”

Ted extended one of his awkwardly large arms out to pull y/n up from their lying position on the ground. They dusted themself off and gathered their sword that had fallen earlier. “We could rehearse that tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Of course.” y/n smiled plainly at Ted, giving a curt smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow Teddy. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Ted watched y/n walk away, trying to think of anything else to say, but it was already too late.

First semester senior year

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Ted Nivison x reader where they just spend the day at home together and reader forgets that Ted was about to stream and walks into his room to hang out, but they hadn't announced their relationship publicly yet. Just all together lots of fluffy shit LMAO. Oh also could you use they/ them pronouns if it's not too much of a bother? Thank you lovely <3 /p

Accidental

Ted x reader (they/them)

The room was quiet aside from Ted. He had spent the last few minutes clicking around his monitor set up, launching the right games, making sure his camera was on and working, and that his mic was picking up sound correctly. It was almost ready for him to fully stream, except for one thing.

Ted pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and unlocked the device, searching through for his most recent text chain with his lover, y/n. No one outside of a specific few knew Ted was even dating someone, much less his entire fan base. And with how rarely Ted streamed? Him and y/n had both agreed long ago that if y/n was ever going to appear on stream, it wasn’t going to be for a while.

Ted typed quickly into the text bar, telling y/n he was going to start streaming momentarily. They were at the grocery store right now, and most likely wouldn’t see the text until they got in the car, but it was still better than leaving them unaware.

With the text sent, Ted turned full attention back to the monitors and began the stream, allowing Twitch to fully take in his face. Ted smiled as he watched the chat fill in, flooding the side of his live screen.

“Hi guys! Look at all of you.” Some familiar user names filled in as well. Ted leaned back in his chair a bit and stared into the camera, creating eye contact with the thousands of people watching. “Welcome to shit show.”

In the span of almost three seconds, Ted heard the front door fly open and shut, and someone run down the hall to the room he was streaming in. Ted meant to stand up and check the door, maybe mute his mic or turn his camera off, something. But too fast, y/n burst through the door and jumped into his lap, wrapping their arms around him and giggling into his ear.

“Ted. Help me with groceries.”

Ted glanced over their shoulder nervously, watching as the chat moved even faster. “I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

“Oh what?”

“Wait no-“

y/n looked back to see the recording set up on Ted’s monitors. “Oh cool what game are you recording. Minecraft? Or is it more Fiver stuff?”

“No. I’m not recording.”

“Then what are you—? Oh. Oh no.” y/n turned back to Ted with the realization washing over their face. “You’re live. You didn’t tell me! Oh god how long have you been live for.”

“Only a few minutes. I texted you!”

“Obviously not.” y/n snatched Ted’s phone off the desk and searched through his recent texts. They pulled up their most recent messages with him, noting that he had fully typed out the message without sending it.

“Shit. I’m sorry.” Ted glanced back to the monitors. “Well. Either you can sneak out or say hi.”

“I think sneak. I still have groceries in the car.”

“Okay. See you later.” Ted kissed y/n on the cheek as they snuck off of Ted’s lap and out of frame. Ted watched them walk away and then turned back to read the chat. Ted tracked y/n with his eyes as they shut the door, then turned back to his live chat.

“I can explain myself.” Ted watched the donations cue fill with messages, and thankfully his mods held them back. “That was my partner. They… yeah. That’s y/n.” Ted watched more messages go by. “No— no you can’t have y/n. They are mine, thank you. No you can’t their number either! Or their snap! Guys-“ Ted chuckled to himself, rubbing his forehead with his hands. “I understand you’re upset, and I’ll formally introduce them later. Guys!”

y/n listened from the other side of the door. They leaned against the frame, stifling laughs into their hand. Hearing Ted try and calm his audience was hilarious. They sank further against the door, devolving into giggles.

y/n fell back against the hardwood floors as the door opened. Ted stood over y/n lying on the floor, smiling down at them. “What’s going on over here?”

“Are you still live?” y/n spoke in a hushed manner.

“No. I left.”

“Okay. Well I’m bullying you.”

“Ugh. Loser activity.”

“Loser activity? I just bought your groceries!”

“Our groceries.“

“Whatever. I guess I’ll just return them.”

“No wait-“ Ted laughed as y/n got up, him wrapping them in his arms and pulling close. “I’m joking.”

“I know I know.” y/n accepted the embrace, leaning back into him. “I didn’t mean to mess up your stream.”

“It’s fine. It was bound to happen at some point.”

y/n chewed at the side of their mouth. “Is your fan base upset?”

“Very. They want to take you from me.”

“I’ll let them if they help me take in the groceries.”

“They did ask me for your number.”

“I’ll give it to them.” y/n shrugged. “Maybe then someone will help me take in the groceries.”

“I was gonna help you bring them in!”

“No. You’re taking to long.” y/n wriggled around in Ted’s arms, pushing him off until they were able to walk down the hall. Ted followed dote-fully behind, watching as y/n went to open the front door and retrieve the groceries.

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If I hit 169 followers I will post again I promise

#I’m working on it #college is killing me lol

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These Four Years

Ted Nivison x reader [they/them used]

First semester junior year

“Oh, Where for art thou- I hate this.” Ted slapped his paper down on his leg in frustration. “Why did it have to be Shakespeare? We really could have done anything else and he chose Shakespeare?”

“It’s classic.”

“It’s boring.” Ted leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment.

“Even the part where they turn that one guy into a donkey?”

“That’s not even this show. And that’s so hard to get from the lines.”

“Alright. Well why don’t we try a different set of lines?” y/n flipped over the paper in their hands. “Side… 8?”

“Side 8?” Ted went searching for it as well. “Oh. Here: One that goes with him, I love him for his sake, And yet I know him a notorious liar. Think him a great way fool, solely a coward. Yet these fix’d evils sit so fit in him that they take place, when virtue’s steely bones look bleak i’ th’ cold wind withal, full oft we see cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.”

“Save you, fair queen!” y/n gestured wildly as they spoke as Parolles.

“And you, monarch!”

“No.”

“And no.”

“Are you meditating on virginity?” y/n looked up, waiting for the response from Ted. However, he was only holding a hand over his mouth as he tried not to laugh. “Are you— are you laughing at virginity right now?”

“No.” Ted and y/n stared at each other, hesitating, before Ted dissolved into laughter. He leaned back fully, allowing to overtake him. y/n looked away from the laughing boy as their face flushed furiously. Ted looked back over to y/n, still trying to talk through the laughter. “I’m sorry— no no I’m not laughing at you— I promise—“

“Whatever.” y/n looked away from Ted, still feeling slightly embarrassed.

“No wait. y/n.” Ted sat up and tried to stretch a hand out towards them, landing on their shoulder. “I’m sorry I wasn’t— I’m not laughing at you.”

y/n looked back to Ted. “Was virginity really that funny?”

“A little bit.”

“Oh. A little he says.” y/n rolled their eyes. “Mr falling-over-laughing.”

“Okay so now you’re laughing at me.”

“Only a little.” y/n smiled playfully at him. “I think it’s funny how much you laughed.”

It was Ted’s turn to become flushed. He turned away from y/n and chuckled. “Whatever.”

The air between them became stagnant. Ted searched through his head for something not-awkward to say, and y/n did the same. Ted continuously glanced over, trying to find something, anything to say. y/n rolled their tongue over their teeth. There was nothing to be said between them.

“Hey.” A door opened and they both sat up quickly and turned around towards it. An upperclassmen stood in the doorway holding a red plastic clipboard. “You’re up. Break a leg or whatever.”

y/n stood and walked to the door. They got there, held it open, and turned to look back at Ted. “Are you coming or not?”

He smiled and stood, making his way over. “Let’s go then.”

Second semester junior year

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Just so everyone knows where I stand;

I like schlatt. I like his content and his humor. I have not seen any strong evidence of him doing anything racist.

Carson on the other hand I would hit with a shovel. He didn’t apologize. His friend filed police reports against him. I will not support Carson.

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Hi everyone!

I’m sorry I haven’t been posting that much recently. School is starting back up for me and I’ve been busy with work and my life outside of the mall I work at. But, as soon as I can, I’ll start posting with a regular schedule and respond to the requests I have

Thank you for being patient with me!

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These Four Years

Ted Nivison x reader [They/them x reader]

Second Semester Sophomore Year

“Okay, Theodore, I want you to move your hand a bit to the right.” Ted’s face grew pinker by the second as he followed the choreographer’s instructions. He gingerly laid a hand on y/n’s waist while the other gripped their hand tighter. y/n tried not to laugh at him, but it seemed to be the trickiest part of the job.

“I won’t bite.” Ted’s blush got darker and y/n laughed harder. The awkward boy had begun to grow taller than y/n now, just tall enough he had to lean slightly to make conversation.

“Shut up or I will.” The choreographer physically grabbed Ted’s hands and moved them around, doing the same with y/n.

“Now. Couples, we want our main characters highlighted, but not drowned out. Slow dancing, quiet conversation, and staying put. All good?” A chorus of highschool students shouted out in agreement. The choreographer nodded and the waltzy music started up again.

y/n swayed to the music, taking Ted with them. y/n swirled themself around and moved back and forth in their little square of dance room. They watched Ted stare at the ground, stepping on y/n’s feet. “Look up dummy. Look at me.”

“No. This is already as terrible as it can get.”

“It’ll only get worse if you don’t actually put attention. Look up.” y/n let go of Ted’s hand to very take Ted’s chin and guide it to where he was forced to look at them. His blush deepened. “There.”

“A-Alright.” Ted resumed the dance. He shuffled his feet around in a box formation, gently sliding around by the ball of his foot. Ted could hear the actors onstage talking and repeating lines over and over, but all he could focus on was how y/n hand felt in his. How close they were to him. How they swayed to the music and danced under the theatrical lighting.

“Ted? Buddy?” Ted snapped back into focus to see y/n stepping away from him slowly.

“Oh shit did I do something-?”

“No no. It’s just, there’s more dances to learn. What were you thinking about up there? So distracted.” y/n smiled sweetly at him. “Come on. New position.”

Ted allowed y/n to move around and reposition his hands and arms. He ended with his hands on y/n’s waist and y/n’s hands gently cupping the side of his face. The music picked up again and the stage lights changed to more purple and blue tones to set the mood.

“So, how’s your day?”

“Pretty average.” y/n glanced off to look at another couple dancing. “Watched a squirrel get run over.”

“By who?”

“City bus.” y/n spun both them and Ted around, flipping roughly 180 degrees.

“I think I was expecting a school bus instead.”

“No, they only kill rats.” Ted snorted, trying his best not to laugh at y/n’s remark. “Oh please that was not that funny.”

“I’m not trying to-“ Ted stumbled over himself, falling into y/n. “Shut up!”

“You shut up.” y/n tried to be quiet as they started laughing too.

“Alright everyone thats it for the day.” Everyone stopped dancing as the director made announcements on notes and areas that needed to be fixed, and congratulating everyone on an otherwise good job. “Be here 3:45 tomorrow. Sharp.”

Ted and y/n stood together as everyone walked towards the classroom behind the stage. They were still holding hands. “Well. Good night I guess.”

“Yeah. Goodnight.” Ted waited just a moment before letting go of y/n’s hand. He then walked into the back classroom, leaving y/n alone on the stage.

First semester of junior year

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These Four Years

Ted Nivison x reader [they/them used]

First Semester of Sophomore year

“Hey pass me the drill?” y/n stuck out their hand expectantly, staring forwards at the joint that needed to be attached. Ted placed the heavy instrument in their open hand. They looked up to him, smiling. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Is this the…?”

“Diner.” The drill came to a stop, grinding in the screw. “It’s just the back flat. Once I’m done here I have to putty and then paint. There’s also maybe some trim? I don’t know. I know the base color is over there.” y/n gestured to a few feet away and Ted followed the direction with his eyes.

“Oh. Want any help?”

“Yeah actually.” y/n stood up and dusted off their knees. “If you grab the putty we can cover these screw holes.”

“Won’t that just make it harder to take apart?”

y/n hesitated, still staring at the incredibly large flat they’d built. “I guess. Let’s just paint then.”

The two worked together in peace; laying out paint trays, prying open cans, trading between brushes, and laying out the patterns. Together, they decorated the large flat to display the back wall of what would be a diner.

“I think it’s just the windows left.” y/n stood up, wiping the sweat from their brow with the back of their hand.

Ted looked over at y/n and smiled. “You’ve got a little something on your face.”

“Where?” y/n blindly touched at their face, trying to find what Ted was talking about.

“No wait— now it’s everywhere.”

y/n paused, realizing. “Ted, what color paint is on my face.”

“Blue. A lot of blue.”

y/n groaned, trying their best to feel where it was and scratch it off. “Damnit. I wanted to not get paint on me this time.”

“We both know that’s impossible.” Ted stretched his arms upwards. He watched y/n scratch at their face some more, before he sighed and reached over to them. “Hold on, just stop scratching for a second.”

y/n watched Ted walk towards where the paint was kept, pulling a paper towel from a rack and wetting it in the sink. He came back with it folded in a square in his palm. y/n intended to take it from him, but instead Ted gently placed a hand on the side of their face and tilted it. “Ted, what’re you—“

“You can’t see the paint, I can. Now stop talking or I’ll get it in your mouth.” Gently, Ted wiped all the drying blue paint off of y/n’s face. When he was done, he removed his gentle grip from the side of y/n’s face and crumpled up the paper towel. “There. All good.”

“Thanks.” y/n swallowed the heat rising to their face. “I— I’m not sure why else we can do to it.”

“It’s just the windows right?” y/n looked over at Ted. “I think we need the soaker for the trim stuff.”

“Yeah, but we’re not allowed to use the stapler.”

“Bet.”

“No— it’s a pneumatic stapler. We’re students.”

“Fine.” Ted rolled his eyes comically. “What do we do then?”

y/n shrugged. “Clean brushes?”

Ted agreed on the matter, joining y/n in cleaning. Carefully, the two gathered all of the supplies they’d laid out in their arms and carried it back to the workshop. While y/n closed up the cans of paint, Ted ran all the paint brushes and rollers through running water to wash the paint out. There was a gentle rhythms in the room: the calming sound of running sink water accompanied by the thudding of paint cans being closed with rubber mallets.

“Okay, I’m—“ y/n turned around to see Ted’s arms splattered with paint as he did his best. Unfortunately, he was only two brushes in and seemed to be struggling incredibly. “Uh, do you want help?”

“No.” Ted dropped the brush again, sighing to himself. “Yeah.”

“Just— here.” y/n stood next to him at the sink. Gently, they showed him how to run the water through and push apart the bristles in order to fully clean the brush, taking a substantially shorter time than Ted did. Ted followed y/n’s instruction, and the two spent the time together cleaning the brushes and rollers.

Second semester sophomore year

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That last one was cute. I really liked it when they put their sandwiches together in the fridge, adorable. This might be a coincidence, but did you have them race at the end of each story on purpose? (The first one they race to the stage, and the second to fish their sandwiches)

Also I hope you have an amazing day! :)

I’m really glad you liked it! Honestly I didn’t even realize I wrote those two endings like that, definitely wasn’t intentional.

And thank you! I had an awesome day yesterday and today has been pretty good. I hope you have a great day!

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These Four Years

Ted Nivison x reader [they/them used]

Second Semester of Freshman Year

“Alright everyone, 20 minute lunch.” The director flicked his wrist, looking at the time on his watch. “I want everyone back by 2-oh-5, no later. We still have half of a show to do.”

y/n stretched their arms upwards, letting out a sigh. They’d been doing the same dance over for almost an hour now, and they weren’t excited to do it live any time soon. They looked over their shoulder, watching everyone else file offstage and run to their cars. Anyone who didn’t bring a lunch was either going to the 7/11 across the street or driving up to some fast food station. y/n was lucky enough to not bring a lunch, and therefore be one of those running across the street to hopefully buy an over priced cold sandwich. They went to gather the few things they needed, and walked out into the parking lot.

“Hey wait!” y/n stopped in the parking lot and turned. Ted was running towards them holding a fistful of money. Ted grabbed onto their hand and pulled them towards a lifted van that had a couple other upperclassmen in it that y/n didn’t know by name. Ted stopped just before opening the door, looking back to y/n. “We’re going to Subway, you want in?”

“Absolutely.” y/n pushed past Ted to sit in the van, finding themselves against a window. Ted politely introduced y/n to the two upperclassmen in the front seat, stating they were other tech crew he knew from run crew last semester. The entire group quickly pulled out of the parking lot and made their way to subway in two minutes’ time. The large group filed in, taking roughly five minutes to order all together, and then another two minutes to get back to the school.

“Alright kiddos. You’ve got like ten minutes. I’m going up to the light booth.” The driver shut the car after themself, locking the vehicle, and going inside the school. Ted took a seat on the parking lot curb and y/n joined him, unwrapping their sandwich in their lap.

y/n looked over at Ted. He was picking the extra lettuce that had fallen from his sandwich out of the wrapper and placing it in a napkin set on his knee. “What are you doing?”

“This.” Ted grabbed a handful of the lettuce, chucking it at y/n. They laughed trying to gather pieces to throw back at Ted.

“What the hell!” y/n laughed at the boy, watching him take a comically large bite from the sandwich. They continued laughing as Ted almost choked on it. “God don’t die now. Subway is the worst way to go.”

“Shut up.” y/n laughed as Ted tried to talk through a mouth full of food. He swallowed the bite, coughing lightly into a napkin. “You’re the worst.”

“Stop throwing fucking lettuce at me then.”

“No. You’re kind of cute with lettuce on your shirt.”

y/n felt their face grow warm as they looked away from Ted. “Whatever. How much time left?”

“Uh, five minutes?” Ted looked over at y/n. “Race?”

“To finish the sandwich?”

Ted paused, almost realizing how stupid what he said was, then tried to eat his sandwich as quick as possible. y/n joined him, hurriedly scarfing down the food. Unfortunately, Ted won by a landslide. He stood up and cheered, coughing a bit as he choked on his food.

“I win! It’s me! I’m the winner.”

y/n laughed lightly, getting up and folding up the rest of their sandwich in the paper wrapper it came in. They watched Ted do the same. The two walked inside together, walking over to the refrigerator that sat all the way inside the makeup room. y/n put their sandwich on the bottom shelf, Ted putting his right next to it. They turned to him with a kind smile. “Back to stage?”

“I guess. We’ve got like, two minutes.” Ted walked back out to stage with y/n following. y/n sat on the bench stage left, watching Ted stretch out his arms and legs as everyone else began to meander back either onto the stage or in the audience.

Ted made a groaning noise, pausing, then falling over on his back to the floor. y/n laughed at him again as he started to sit up. “The hell was that?”

“I popped something.”

“What kind of something.”

“My back.” Ted looked over, making his best old man impression. He sat up straight, imitating a cane. “Times are tough for old men like me.”

“Get up loser.” y/n lightly kicked him and he got up, sitting on the bench next to y/n.

“Happy now?”

“Yep.” y/n looked forwards as the director began talking again, leading to the end of the lunch break.

First Semester of Sophomore year

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Dude, I didn't even read your new story yet, but I'm already kicking my feet back and forth while laying on the bed, screaming to myself in joy (not too loud though)

I love you

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I wanted to write this now, rather than have three asks. Agh! A they/them Ted Nivison story. Second, it was pretty cute. Nice to think of shorter, yet still quite large Ted, with rectangle glasses and hair like Wilbur from Meet The Robinsons.

Also, is this the first part of the highschool au, you said you were working on? Its good. :)

Thank you! You’re right, The Last Four Years is the chapter series I’m planning on for Ted. It’s coming slower than I hoped, but I’m glad you like it! I’m planning on there being 8 chapters in total!

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These Four Years

Ted Nivison x reader [they/them used]

The First Semester of Freshman Year

The curtain drew closed as the audience roared with applause. y/n rolled their wrists in the sweaty gloves. They were happy to be done with running the fly system, knowing they wouldn’t have to do it again until possibly spring. A group of actors walked by, whispering to themselves as they walked towards the green room. All y/n had to do for the night was strike props and a few other necessities, but they couldn’t do that until the audience was gone.

The house lights came up, and they could see a bit more backstage. There were some tech and actors milling about, talking about this and that. They weaved in and out of set pieces to talk to each other. y/n looked expectantly stage right to watch their friend cross over the floor to them.

Every single night since tech week had begun, every time they got a break or the show ended, Ted would cross to stage left and help y/n strike props and watch as they used the fly rail. He had never been trained, for some reason, but he always had an interest in watching the pieces fly in and out.

“Hey.” Ted stood awfully close to y/n, talking just loud enough they could hopefully not be picked up by the remaining audience members. “Any extra drama tonight?”

“Oh you know. Three prop guys got mad that they had to fix the books because they weren’t glued properly.”

“Wouldn’t that be their fault?”

“Yep.” Ted followed y/n back over to the fly rail as more stage lights came on. The audience had died out by now, and everyone who was trained readied their ropes to fly. The assistant stage manager motioned to y/n and they gripped the ropes harder. “Line 24 flying out!”

Ted cheered silently. “Yeaaahhhhhh you got it.”

y/n laughed as they watched the set piece fly into the air. They turned around, locked the rope in place, then took off their gloves and set them on the designated spot. “Help me take chairs?”

“Of course.”

y/n and Ted spent roughly twenty minutes carrying folding chairs off stage. They took rolling set pieces and set them along the fly rail, taking special care to line them all up in a neat row. As the left over actors and tech milled about, Ted struck up conversation.

“Musical next, right? Hoping for anything?”

“I think I’ll like chorused I can get in. You?”

“I’m aiming for romantic lead. I want the 6th graders who come see the show to think I’m amazing.”

y/n laughed. “Yeah right. We’ll see how amazing you are when you try and chug apple cider.”

“Who said I’m chugging apple cider?”

“I heard Kai talking about it during intermission. He’s pretty loud.”

“Ugh. Fine you caught me. Wanna join us?”

“Absolutely I do.” y/n smiled at Ted and looked out over the stage. There was a group of people beginning to sit in a large circle on the painted floor. They looked back to ted. “Is it before or after the gathering?”

“After. Gotta let everyone else have some first.”

“Right right.” y/n looked at the table that was being set out. It had a nice table cloth layed over and there were countless bottles of apple cider. “Is this tradition? It just feels kind of sad.”

“It is.” Ted shrugged as he put his hands in his pockets. “But I mean it’ll be sad when we do it. Why not be a little sad right now?”

“I barely know these people. If anything I’d just sit awkwardly and do nothing.”

“Not nothing. Apple cider. And maybe mop when someone spills again.”

The two watched the gaggle of students almost complete the circle, beckoning everyone else over to either sit or stand. “Might as well. It’ll be us someday.”

“Like that’ll ever happen. Race y’a.” Ted pushed y/n slightly, running over to fall into a spot next to an upperclassmen still in costume. y/n laughed, sitting down in the spot next to him.

The Second Semester of Freshman Year

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