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peachmi1k · 9 months

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hi judah, it's time for me to drop a mini fic in your inbox 😇

ted x streamer!reader + highly publicised situationship except you're actually closer to dating than the world thinks

– the internet was mean. you knew that before you started streaming, before you became an influencer, but nothing could've prepared you for the hate that came when you started talking to ted nivison.

to be quite honest, you weren't sure how people figured it out. you'd been apart of a huge group stream that qt had set up and ted just happened to be there. on screen, you didn't talk often but when you did you always managed to make the whole group laugh. afterwards, off screen, you hit it off. you exchanged numbers and discords and he told you to text him when you got back to your hotel so he knew you got back safe. it was sweet, but you didn't think much of it.

on your stream the next day, you told your chat that you'd met this cute guy recently and that you weren't sure if you made a great first impression but that it would be fine because it probably wouldn't go anywhere anyways. ”maybe i'll text him tonight.” you'd muttered just loud enough for the mic to pick it up, just enough to send your viewers spiralling their way over to twitter.

of course you didn't know, but in the next chuckle sandwich podcast, ted started talking about this person he'd met and how they'd talked for a total of like thirty minutes. throughout his rant that schlatt and their guest had to listen to, he told them about how he admired their work ethic; how he thought they were just wonderful to be around; how they were oh so beautiful; how he was so surprised when they actually texted him; yada yada yada. ”ted if you keep talking about them the listeners are gonna doxx them!” schlatt joked, and ted smiled, a small blush dusting over his cheeks at the understanding of 'we need to move on to the next subject, shut up'.

over the next several weeks, you'd started texting ted more and more. he'd text you good morning and you'd text him goodnight and you'd facetime him when he went out to the store or vice versa when you were out shopping. he made sure to get you on the podcast where quite a few of the inside jokes you'd developed during your facetime calls had come out to say hello. maybe that was how they found out. you'd also made an appearance in one of schlatt's 'reacting to tiktoks' videos via a discord call because the fans liked the dynamic you and schlatt had so much he just had to capitalise.

you also couldn't say it while you were recording the podcast but afterwards, as you were wrapping up you mentioned that you were getting your own love or host, and the reactions from the two men you were chatting with were very different. ted seemed surprised, probably because you hadn't told him beforehand. but then again, you weren't dating, you weren't even really talking, you were just friends. schlatt on the other hand had his hand over his eyes, sighing almost in defeat. ”bad memories y/n..” at his sarcastic pain, you laughed before looking back across your screen at a still confused ted.

schlatt ended up joining your love or host because he's such a pillar to the love or host series. ted watched it live with such intent, as if your interactions with everyone in the call were real or really meant anything. he also texted you during the livestream, a lot. you had to respond and silence your phone after the third text came in. when you finally got to checking your texts after the stream, ted told you he was on his way over. wait, he was doing what?? you tried texting him, calling him, even to facetime him but he wouldn't answer. he always answered when you facetimed him and now you were a getting a bit concerned.

he was halfway to your place when he realised what he was doing. what was he doing? you weren't together, you were barely talking, but he still wanted to go to your home and cuddle up with you in your bed and fall asleep with your arms wrapped around him. it was a moment of weakness, and he ended up going home and apologising for scaring you.

”y/n i'm sorry, i was a moment of weakness.” you stared at him through the screen, trying to keep your eye from twitching. ”just don't scare me like that again, got it?” he nodded and you sighed rather heavily, turning away from the screen before muttering ”you know i kinda wish you had come over..” his ears burned red at your words, especially because you said them so nonchalantly, like it was nothing.

the next morning when you woke up, your regular 'good morning!' text from ted was missing, so you pressed the facetime button next to his contact picture and waited for him to pick up. it seemed like the obvious decision to make with how often you and him talked and called. ”morning, y/n!” he seemed extremely nervous. ”what's wrong with you?” you ask, wiping the remaining sleep from your eyes. ”uhm, nothing, just maybe don't log onto twitter today.” he smiles down at the camera before looking back up, and upon further inspection, you could see that he was driving. ”ted what the hell are you doing on the phone while you're driving?” he jumps a little at your volume. ”well if you must know,” he moved the phone to the console so he could focus his eyes and hands on driving. ”since i just told you not to open twitter, i know you're going to,” shit, he knew you too well. you were lifting the blankets from your body to go check twitter on your computer. ”i don't want you to be alone when you open it.” you kind of laugh at him. ”ted it can't be that bad.” after a quick second of thinking you rephrase. ”actually i take that back, but i don't think it's that bad.”

”please, honey, just wait.” it sounds like he's practically begging and you agree, because you've never heard him this worried before. also because he's never called you 'honey' with that same tone full of care before. i mean sure, he would say it as a joke but now, it sounded like he really meant it. ”yeah, sure.” you gave him a weak smile, although you were sure he couldn't see it.

when he knocked on your door you jumped in your spot on your couch because it was just that loud and fervent. ”hold on ted. jeez.” as soon as the door handle was pulled back towards you, ted is stepping in and putting his arms around your middle. if you weren't so confused as to what was going on, you would've found this rather endearing. ”okay ted what the hell.” you kind of push him away by his chest and he shakes his head, pushing the door closed behind him. ”the internet kind of hates us, right now.”

your mouth falls open, but nothing comes out and you pause, putting your finger in the air. ”i'm gonna need you to be more specific.”

”uhm,” he looks around, putting his hand over his mouth. ”i can't.”

eventually you end up back in your room, looking through twitter together. you're sitting in your chair and ted is standing to your side, watching your every facial reaction to the bitter, venomous words of the internet. really, you had no clue either of your viewers would be so upset by the fact that you were talking but you also had no clue how they figured it out. your social media interactions were kept to a minimum and the only other connecting evidence was the little things you'd both mentioned shortly after the initial big group stream. ”oh my god..” subconsciously, you leaned your head into ted's side, and he let his hand fall to your head, letting his fingers run through it at the roots. his voice is a little shaky as he asks ”are you okay?”

well, you were okay. you were upset, but you were okay. especially because he was there. and the farther you scrolled, the more it seemed like nobody knew the extent of your situationship, and that, for some reason, was comforting. ”you're here. in my home, sitting with me, making sure i'm okay because random twitter users are mad at us. i'm okay.” you tell him, looking up at him. ted felt his heart rate decrease and his breathing to get a little calmer when you told him you were alright.

ted hooked a finger under your jaw to keep your eyes on him. ”us. i kinda like the sound of that.” you smiled. ”i think i kinda do too.”

he grinned, leaning closer to your face. ”well then, we should do something about that, shouldn't we?”

!!! end of story !!! thank you for coming to my ted talk eheheheheh

saint omg!! you’re so sweet 🥹 thank you for this masterpiece 🙏🏻

#ted brainrot go brrrrr #i love this so much saint thank you 🫶🏻#nivison #saint.🖤#judah.txt

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