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Hello! Welcome to my masterlist! Please feel free to send any requests!

About the Author: I'm Link, I'm a multifandom fanfic writer, and I publish primarily on Tumblr (considering cross posting to ao3 soon). I write for whatever hyperfixation I currently have, unless the prompt request is just that good! Anti-ai, artists and creators first mindset, and always a safe space for EVERYONE.

ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ 7.15.26

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𝕊𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕙

~𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘸~

Isolate- Spencer Agnew x bipolar!reader: Y/n struggles with bipolar disorder, and it takes a really bad day and feeling like all progress is gone for her to realize just how far Spencer is willing to go to help her through it all. 

~𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘏𝘢𝘢𝘴~

Launched- Damien Haas x OC Insert: Damien and Tatum had hidden their relationship, but a near slip up causes them to reconsider hiding their relationship

Only You- Damien Haas x reader: SMUT! 18+

Whispers In The Morning- Damien Haas x reader: SMUT! 18+

I'll Always Be Here- Damien Haas x reader: Damien Haas x Chronic illness!reader

Love and Loss- Damien Haas x Grieving!reader: The night you come home after your mother passes. Damien helps get you into bed and cover the bigger things needed.

~𝘐𝘢𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘹~

+Back To You Series+: Victoria is coming back to California and visiting her high school best friends, Ian and Anthony. Tensions between Ian and her, due to buried and pushed away feelings on both sides, finally explode, opening the two of them up to something beautiful.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Make Me- Requested Fic, Ian Hecox x reader

Make Me (Pt 2)- Ian Hecox x reader (smut)

Take A Break- Ian Hecox x Reader (smut)

~𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘗𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢~

Stay Awhile- A cozy, platonic Anthony x reader fic :)

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𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕋𝕦𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕤

~𝘑𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵~

Progression- A sweet little blurb about the private life you and Schlatt kept from fans, only letting them in a little with posts made announcing your child.

Got What I Need- JSchlatt x Stoner!Reader! He would absolutely loveee taking care of his partner when they get just a little too high.

Schlatt Proposes (HCs)- Schlatt proposal headcannons

With You- The struggle of long distance and impulsive choices

With You (Part Two)- Smutty part two of With You

Can't Hide Now- Schlatt and you are forced to tell your friends about your secret relationship after one of them catches you two in a romantic moment.

Same Damn Time- 18+ Schlatt x Ted Nivision X Reader Smut

~Ted Nivison~

Need You Now- Reader realizes that independence isn't what she needs, or really wants.

Dating Ted HCs- (SFW) Dating Ted Headcannons

Dating Ted HC- (NSFW!)- Not so safe for work dating Ted headcannons

Love You Forever- Drunk!Ted x reader fluff one shot

The Leak- Ted x reader blurb about an accidental sexy pic leak

Movie Making- 18+ Ted Nivison x reader... just you, Ted, and a camcorder.

Dad!Ted HC- Ted as a dad headcannons hehe

Obligatory Pool Episode- Ted and Evangeline vlog blurb!

Breakfast- The morning after a drunken night, where you met Ted in an LA dive bar.

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a ted one shot where u guys meet at a dive bar in la and end up waking up in his apartment next morning sound so good right about now 😭🙏🙏🙏 (all seriousness i luv to see something like dis 😿)

Here it is!!!

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Breakfast

Ted Nivison x Reader Word Count: 1069 Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of drunken makeout, The Cure? Lightly edited but you can’t sue meeee! Description: Based on this request!  Author’s Note: Love love loveee this idea! ENJOYYY!!

Something besides you stirs, and you groan, rolling away from the disturbance in bed. You feel around the bed for your phone, opening one eye to check the time. 

The room is different. Immediately, you sit up in bed, rubbing the exhaustion from your face, streaks of messy eyeliner and mascara getting onto your fingertips. The room is small, the bed taking up most of the space. A TV sits on a dresser in front of the bed, men’s deodorant and scattered accessories sharing the dresser space. The door is open, the previous disturbance that had woken you up is gone. 

As you look around, you try to remember the steps that brought you here to the strange room. First, you check your phone. No texts, just a Life360 notification that your best friend’s phone was dying. The only thing you can manage to pull from your memory as your head pounds from a hangover is that damn Steve Miller Band song, something about The Cure, and three men who looked like they had walked out of a movie set in the early eighties. 

You open your camera, seeing pics you had taken at the dive bar. King’s Tavern, the name of the oddball spot in LA, was tagged as the location in the blurry photos you and your best friend had taken, hugging onto each other with drinks in your hands and wide, drunken smiles painted on your rose colored lips. 

Before you can investigate more, you hear a shuffle from the hallway, and see a tall man come into the room. Seeing his face connects one of the people from the random photos to reality. He’s the tall man that towered over you at the bar last night, watching amused as you screamed along to the music playing at the bar.

“Good morning,” he says softly, a Gatorade and a bottle of ibuprofen in his hand. “Need these?”

You nod, hesitant. “Umm, just the Gatorade, actually, do you know where my purse is?” As if summoned, your head begins pounding, and you knew simple ibuprofen wouldn’t help, but the stronger alternative in your purse would.

The tall, mustached man looks around. “Might be in the living room, let me check,” he hands you the Gatorade, leaving the bottle of ibuprofen on the bed as he leaves the room again. You take a sip of the Gatorade, the drink salty. 

You return to your camera roll, finding a video. The bar is loud, and you hear your best friend giggling from behind the camera as she zooms into my face, and the stranger’s face. Someone out of view of the camera calls out the name Ted, and the man standing besides me in the video turns to the direction of the voice right as the video cuts. 

Ted comes back to the room, your clutch in his hand. You take the bag, take your small pill holder out and grab a naproxen, using the Gatorade to take it. He sits on the edge of the bed, running his fingers through his hair. “Do you remember last night?” You ask, hesitant. “Sorry, I just remember parts and pieces.”

“Like, the whole night or just when we got back here?” He asks.

“I remember singing to the music at the bar, and briefly remember getting into an Uber,” you recall, the memories blurry and they dance through your mind. 

Ted laughs, recalling the previous night with a smile. “Yeah, the singing part was fun, you and your roommate were having a lot of fun with that. She went back to your apartment with my friend Schlatt, and we came here and went to sleep.”

“We didn’t do anything?” You ask, confused as you look down. The shirt you wear isn’t yours, and you piece together that the plain black oversized tee is Ted’s.

He shakes his head. “There was a plan to, but we were both really drunk and it didn’t feel right. The most that we did was make out for a little bit, but then we went to bed.”

You nod, sitting back against the headboard. “Thanks,” you say simply. “Sorry if I was annoying.”

He shakes his head. “You weren’t annoying,” he says. “Charming, actually.”

You feel a slight blush rush to your cheeks as you look down at your lap, slightly embarrassed for what he might have witnessed and how it might be charming. “Really?”

He nods, shifting on the bed. “Very, your cover of Just Like Heaven was one of the best parts of the night, truly.”

“Oh my god,” you cover your rapidly reddening face. Ted chuckles from his spot on the bed. “That’s so embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” He says, his hand brushing comfortingly on your knee. You look back at him through the gaps in your fingers. 

Before you can think of what to say, your phone rings. You look down to see your best friend’s contact picture pop up, and you immediately answer. Respectfully, Ted walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

“Hey, are you okay?” Your best friend asks.”Last night was so much fun.”

“Yeah, I’m good, last night was fun,” you agree. “Are you at the apartment?”

There’s a weird static sound on the other line. “No, I’m with that guy that I met last night, we’re going to breakfast. Do you and that one dude want to meet with us?”

“Ted? Maybe, I can ask and text you,” you pause for a moment. “What happened when you got home?”

There’s a long pause on the other end. “Sooo much, I’ll catch you up later,” she promises, quickly ending the call. 

You stretch as you get out of bed, legs and back stiff from sitting still for so long. When you open the door, Ted is in the hallway, talking on the phone himself. When he sees you, he smiles and quickly ends the call, promising to let the person on the other end of the line know what the plans were. 

“Hey,” he begins, holding up his phone. “That was my buddy Schlatt, I guess he and your roommate are going to breakfast? He asked if we wanted to go. If you don’t want to, I can take you back home.”

“My best friend just called asking me the same thing,” you say, laughing a little. “I’d love to go to breakfast.” 

“Me too.”

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Obligatory Pool Episode

Ted Nivison x OC Word Count:1123 Warnings: Mentions of marijuana use, swimming and water? (Idk if that’s worth a warning but oh well) Lightly edited so you can’t sue meee.   Description: Bits and pieces of a vlog made by Ted and Evangeline on a pool adventure with friends. Author’s Note: If anime can do it, why can’t fanfictions? Also, introducing an OC that I’ve made for Ted. I have an Untitled Multipart Ted fic in my drafts currently, I don’t know if people still read OC inserts and they’ve done meh in the past, but I really like the story I’ve created so far. I hope you guys like it, and not to worry, there are still x readers ALSO in the drafts. Probably my longest AN, sorreh about that… LOVE Y’ALL THO ENJOYYYY

Ted sets the camera on the store shelf, staying close so the only thing showing is his face and barely a part of his shoulder, Evangeline’s head slightly visible from over his shoulder, the couple’s eyes red and slight, stoned grins on their faces.

“So,” he begins. “We’re at the store, we just got dropped off by an Uber. Before we left the pool and everyone else, someone thought it would be funny for her to take my shirt.” Ted looks over his shoulder at Evangeline, who stares back for a moment before starting to giggle. Ted steps out of view of the camera, his voice still heard as he continues. “Show them.”

Evangeline backs up, her body coming fully into view. Her black hair is pulled back into a claw clip, her bangs and framing pieces of hair falling freely around her face, her wallet and phone in hand, only clad in Ted’s Chuckle Sandwich shirt and a pair of flip flops, the top tie of her black bikini poking out of the shirt collar. She looks up to Ted, giggling again as he walks into frame beside her.

“Naturally, I needed to take her shirt,” he says, towering next to Evangeline, clad in a pair of swim shorts, slides, and a crop top, which is tight around his arms and falls right under his chest, exposing his stomach, the design of skulls and roses stretching with the fabric. Evangeline begins to giggle again, reaching for the hem of the shirt. 

“This is supposed to be a loose fitting crop, not a baby tee, but bro is huge and is stretching it out,” She explains, playing annoyed as she snaps the hem. 

“Okay and you’re shrinking my shirt,” Ted says, walking over and grabbing the camera from the shelf, his tone sarcastic.

“That’s not how that works!” Evangeline says. 

“Anyway,” Ted continues the vlog as they leave the isle, ignoring Evangeline playfully. “We were sent here on a mission to get things. We need ice, corn on the cob-” he pronounces cob as cawwb, making Evangeline giggle. “-cheese slices, and a case of soda, your choice,” he turns to Evangeline with the last part. 

“Why do I get to pick?” She asks, pushing a cart in front of her. Ted pauses them for a moment, propping the camera up on the back of the basket where kids normally sit.

“Because you don’t drink alcohol or anything else that other people brought, so you get to pick a fun drink,” he replies, directing her towards the closest thing to them from the list: Corn on the cob.

The camera captures the two of them looking through the pile. Evangeline grabs a produce bag, holding it open as Ted picks his favorites, putting them in the bag until it’s nearly over filling. 

“How much do we need?” She asks. “Have you been counting?”

Ted freezes. “Uh…” He giggles, looking at the bag. “I have not.”

She puts the bag into the cart, quickly counting the corn in the bag. “Eight,” she replies. “How many do we need?” She repeats, to which Ted shrugs, picking out more. 

This time, she counts in her head as the two of them fill another bag. Once the bag is full, Ted nods, satisfied. “I think that’s it,” he says. “Cheese time, bay-by”

The two of them vlog the rest of their store trip, making up random bits about cheese, determining who they would hypothetically throw cheese at if they got the chance. Evangeline picks out a case of Dr Pepper, and Ted grabs a bag of ice before they swing to the checkout and the camera cuts. 

The camera is turned back on, the Air BNB pool in the background. Ted stands in front of the camera, arms and legs out beside him, wincing as Evangeline walks around him, spraying him down with sunscreen. Both have ditched their shirts, Ted in just his swim trunks, and Evangeline in a black Ed Hardy bikini. 

Once he’s covered, Evangeline takes his spot, arms out, standing like a starfish while Ted walks around her, spraying the sunscreen. Ted sets the sunscreen down, walking over to the camera and picking it up, cutting it off again.

Evangeline comes out of the water, her goggles tight against her face and bangs sticking to her forehead. “If you were a mermaid, what color would your tail be, and what would your super power be?” She blinks, taking the camera and turning it to face Ted, no goggles on his face, his glasses speckled with water drops. He smiles softly over the camera at Evangeline.

“Um,” Ted makes a bit of dramatically thinking. “I think I would have a turquoise blue tail, and my power would be underwater fire balls.”

Evangeline hands the camera back, continuing her own bit of pretending to act like a kid in the pool. She dunks her head for a moment before coming back up, spinning in a circle. “Mine would be a deepish purple, and my power would be the ability to summon an animal army.” She swims super close to the camera, Ted laughing at her, her own giggling starting as the video ends.

When the camera is turned on next, Evangeline is laying on her back, floating on the water. Ted is standing beside her, his hands under her back and legs, supporting her as he walks around in the pool, making sure she doesn’t bump into other people or the wall. The person recording from outside of the pool turns the camera around, showing Tucker, Schlatt, and Cooper at an outdoor table, in the middle of a card game. The camera turns again, a few members of Misfits surrounding the grill and running around and prepping food. After the silent overview of the pool party, the camera cuts off again. 

When the camera is turned back on, it shows Evangeline, now clad in black denim shorts and a black, form fitting, spaghetti strap tank top. Her hair is now dry, pulled back into a pony tail, her bangs freely blowing in the afternoon breeze. She sits in a circle with a few friends, passing around a joint, smiling at something someone in the circle said. Ted turns the camera to show himself, smiling slightly. 

“That’s it for today, uh, honestly, I forgot to vlog more,” he confesses. Before he can open his mouth to say more, he looks up, turning his attention to someone walking up to him. “Say bye to the vlog.”

Evangeline moves to sit sideways on Ted’s lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and smiling. “Bye vloggg,” she says, waving to the camera. Ted chuckles and once again, the camera clicks off.

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you’ve brought us out of a ted fic drought 💔💔💔 thank u sm 😿🙏

It is an honor to serve 🫡 Seriously though thank you guys so much for all the love! As always if there’s something you wanna see, let me know!! I’m always taking requests, and I have a few things I’m drafting currently (and will continue after this smoke) that should be up soon!! ❤️

Also, have a pic of Ted, keep him in your pocket for good luck or something 🤷🏻‍♀️

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CHAT I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT Y’ALL TODAY AND YESTERDAY WERE MY DOUBLE SHIFT DAYS WE WILL BE BACK AND IN ACTION BY THE END OF THIS WEEK

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you’ve brought us out of a ted fic drought 💔💔💔 thank u sm 😿🙏

It is an honor to serve 🫡 Seriously though thank you guys so much for all the love! As always if there’s something you wanna see, let me know!! I’m always taking requests, and I have a few things I’m drafting currently (and will continue after this smoke) that should be up soon!! ❤️

Also, have a pic of Ted, keep him in your pocket for good luck or something 🤷🏻‍♀️

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OMG LOVEEEDD YOUR TED FICS 💗💗💗

THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH!!! 🥰❤️❤️

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Dad!Ted HC

Ted Nivison x Reader Word Count: 469 Warnings: None! Lightly edited but you can’t sue meee  Description: Ted as a dad headcannons hehe Author’s Note: I’m currently babysitting my niece and the ideas keep flowing

-That man is THEE DAD. 

-His fashion slowly starts moving more towards khaki shorts and Hawaiian button ups, and he immediately buys a pair of white New Balances once he hears the news

-Girl dad but I can also see him being a really good twin dad too!

-LOVESSS taking family pictures. Every year? Nah bro, every six months, and physical prints will be sent to family members.

-Christmas card family, and every year there’s a different theme.

-Vacationing dad, even if half of the trips are him working, he still finds the time to spend with the family to make memories. 

-Would NOT post the child. If there are pictures of the kid posted, there’s edits made to blur and sticker over the child’s face to ensure that no one is seeing that kid’s face until they choose to post their face themselves when older. 

-Gives off the vibe that he would be a great father, but sometimes needs to be told how to do things. Will call his parents for help with certain things if he’s confused.

-”Mom this isn’t funny my baby’s scalp is peeling like a lizard what do I DO?!”

-Need a day for you? Uncle Tucker and Dad are taking the baby on an adventure and that baby is coming home with more toys and a happy meal in hand. 

-That man comes up with some absolutely outrageous lies to tell his kid.

-”Alright kid, if you don’t get out of the bath like, now, your legs are going to fall off and I don’t know how to put them back on, come on.”

-”No this is spicy you don’t like spicy.” and it’s ice cream that he doesn’t want to share

-He argues with toddlers. You have to put him and the kid in time out in opposite corners sometimes if it gets to be too much.

-Gets really into the phases that his kids do. Your kid likes Bluey? He likes Bluey. Spiderman, princesses? He’s looking for a dress to match so he can also be a pretty princess.

-Baby coming and trying to sleep in your bed? In an effort to make sure you can keep your own bed childfree, he ends up forming the habit of taking the kid back to their bed and falling asleep with them. With the beds being smaller, he finds himself sore from hanging halfway off a toddler bed for most of the night, or cramped from curling his tall ass up on the bed. 

-When it’s time for his daughter to start watching the Barbie movies, she falls in LOVE with Bibble. This is the one phase that he strays from, and he consistently side eyes her Bibble merch with disgust and hate, but lets her have it, despite how it haunts him.

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Movie Making

Ted Nivison x Reader Word Count: 2291 Warnings: SMUT! 18+, recording the devil’s tango. Also lightly edited but you can’t sue meeee! Description: Based on this! I absolutely understood, the brainworms know what’s up. Long live those who drop the most absolute banger ideas and trust me to flesh them out I love y’all, keep throwing ideas at me I love it! Author’s Note: I hope y’all enjoy, I had a funnnn time writing this one.

You spit out the last of the toothpaste in your mouth, setting your toothbrush back in its spot next to Ted’s. In the connected bedroom, you hear Ted moving something around, and walk in to investigate. Focused on his task, he barely notices you walk in, focused on attaching one of his camcorders to a tripod. 

You sit beside him, looking at the camera. Suddenly, you remember a conversation the two of you had had two days before. Butterflies explode in your stomach and your face flushes red as you recall the talk.

Ted lies beside you, playing lazily with your hair, a soft smile of post nut bliss and a slight high on his face. “You’re so beautiful,” he says softly. 

You look up at him, still feeling out of breath from the moment. “Thank you,” you reply, pecking his lips. “Shower time?” 

He nods, the two of you walking into the connected bathroom, Ted starting the shower as you brushed out your hair. He lets you step into the tub first, holding the curtain back to allow you in. As you wet your hair and start your routine, Ted stands out of the water, pulling the curtain closed behind him as he gets in. 

As he watches you get your hair wet, he looks nervous, a slight tension in the air. “Theo? Are you okay?” He nods, and you can see him thinking of his response.

“Have you ever thought about recording, like, us?” Ted asks, caution thick in his tone as he hesitates at the end of the question. You feel a small relief, it wasn’t as bad as you were thinking it would be.

You scrub the shampoo into your hair, looking at him as you think of your answer. As you scrub, you motion for him to switch. “Maybe once or twice,” you reply slowly, unsure of how the conversation would continue. Ted holds your waist as the two of you shimmy past each other, switching so he can have the chance to be under the water while you don't need it. 

He wets his hair, a grin and a slight brush spreading across his face. “Really?” He teases. “Would you ever want to?”

You smile, leaning in, water splashing off of him and onto you. “Yeah, maybe sometime,” you grin back in your own teasing way, rinsing the shampoo from your hands as he begins to scrub his scalp. 

“Sweet,” he replies simply, closing his eyes as he rinses his hair. 

“Are you okay?” Ted asks, bringing you back into the moment. Your face feels bright red, and you nod bashfully. “We don’t have to if you changed your mind, it’s okay.” He stops fiddling with the camera, one of his hands finding yours, rubbing soothing circles into the back of your skin. 

“I’m okay,” you reply, looking up and into his eyes, then bashfully looking down, feeling suddenly shy of the man who’s been with you for years. “I want to do this. What’s your idea?”

He moves his hand, turning the camera one last time and tightening it to the tripod. Without standing, he opens the collapsed tripod, setting it in front of the two of you. “I figure we get it set up at an angle we like, and then forget that it’s there.” His hand brushes your side as he stands, holding the camera up as if to take a picture and moving around the bed. 

Playfully, you move to get on the bed, staring directly at the camcorder as you twist your expression as sensually as you can, positioned on your hands and knees. Ted smiles from behind the camera, starting the recording, setting the tripod down once he finds the angle that feels right. You sit up, sitting back on your knees as Ted moves towards the bed, shrugging his overshirt off and tossing it over your vanity chair. 

He moves onto the bed, moving over to you on his knees, lowering himself to sit face to face with you, grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. Your hands snake their way around his neck, pulling him in and connecting your lips to his. You feel the smirk on his soft tender lips, his hands strongly holding you still, feeling that if he let go you would melt right through the bed and onto the floor.

As he leaves his lips locked with yours, he slowly moves his hands to your thighs, pulling away only to calmly instruct. “Unbend your knees and start laying back,” he softly directs, keeping his hands on your thighs as he helps you move each leg around him. He leans down over you as you lay back, the kiss deepening in intensity, his lips moving from yours to your jaw, then neck. As you turn your head, you catch sight of the camera, a reminder of what was to happen, and get bashful again. 

“Theo,” you say, putting a hand on his shoulder to get his attention better. He pulls away from his mark making on your neck, looking down at you with worry as you stare at the camera, suddenly anxious. 

When Ted turns to see what you see, his shoulders fall slightly in relief. He turns back to you, softly kissing your cheek. “It’s okay, just focus on me,” he reaches up his hand, gently grabbing under your chin and turning your attention from the camera and into his eyes. “That’s it, just keep looking at me.”

He moves back, pulling you to sit up momentarily, hooking the hem of your shirt in his fingers and tugging it up. Instinctively, you lift your arms above your head to help him pull the shirt off. After taking yours and his off, he tosses the clothes onto the floor off the side of the bed opposite to the camera. He turns back to you, and before he lays the two of you back down again, his hands wander over your skin as he admires you, a wide grin on his face. 

“You’re so gorgeous,” he softly says, moving closer and connecting his lips to yours again. The soft peck turns, deepening in seconds. You let your own hands wander mindlessly as he lays you back down, positioning above you, and between your legs. As he moves back in on your neck, you feel something brush against your clothed core, turning your cheeks a fresh shade of red.

Your hands wander down, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants. He grins into your skin, his free hands drifting from its spot on your breast to your hand, helping guide the pants down slightly. After you can’t push them down anymore, he sits up, shimmying them down. “Get these off,” he mentions, pausing in his effort to pull his off and playfully snapping the band of your pants. You nod, beginning to tug and shimmy them off. Ted gets his pants off, helping you with yours before throwing both into the same floor void that your shirts had been sent to. 

Ted moves back into his previous position above you, his arm propping himself up near your head as his other hand trails around you, swirling around your bra-clad breasts and your hips before dipping between your legs, fingers dancing teasingly along your newly exposed heat. Involuntarily, your hips buck, and he quickly pushes you back down into the mattress, his hand firm against your stomach. 

“Relax sweetheart,” he lightly says, sitting up and back on his knees, his hand staying put on your stomach to hold you still as his other hand moves back between your legs, his fingers quickly getting wet with the slick from your folds as they begin to explore. You fight the immediate urge to buck your hips again after he moves his other hand. As his fingers tease at your entrance, his other hand wraps around his hardened cock, lazily stroking it as his thumb and pointer finger catch your clit. You moan against your lips, and as his hands work at the two of you. He leans down for a moment, pecking your lips, nibbling playfully at your bottom lip.

“I want to hear you, don’t hold back.” His words drip with sex. He leans back up, sitting back on his heels and pulling you gently towards him, his member brushing against your leg in the movement. His thumb catches your clit again, his pointer finger sliding in the moistness of your entrance before slowly entering you. Ted chuckles under his breath as the slight movement sends a shiver down your spine and a moan escapes your lips. 

“Good girl,” he replies to your moan softly, working his finger in and out, sliding another in as he continues to manipulate your clit. His words and his hand movements drive you up a wall of pleasure, your moans uncontrollable as he molds you in his hands like putty. “So beautiful.”

He removes his fingers, a whimper of complaint escaping your lips before you can control it. Ted looks at you, eyebrows raised in amusement and he moves his fingers towards your lips.. “I can put them back, but I think you want something more.” You bite your lip, nodding at him. “Open.” One of his fingers taps at your lips, which you open, taking his fingers into your mouth and sucking your wetness from them.

Ted pulls you more into his lap, moving his hips forward, aligning himself. The tip plays at your entrance, the precum blending with your juices, lubricating his shaft as he slowly pushes into you. Your head falls back, and you feel the rest of him fill you up as you arch your back, adjusting to his length.

“Fuck,” his breath is shaky as pleasure overpowers and makes it hard for him to speak. Ted holds your waist, moving his hips slightly to adjust so he can move in and out of you easier. You brace yourself as he begins to move, hands weakly gripping at his thigh and sheets as he begins to speed up, pumping in and out of you faster. “You feel so fucking good.”

He smiles down at you as he finds his rhythm. The angle he has you in allows him to get into you deeper, hitting your cervix with nearly every thrust. Ted increases his speed, the room filling with songs of ecstasy, a chorus of the two of you moaning in harmony. You look up at him, smiling as you try to maintain eye contact, the pleasure too much as your head falls back. 

Ted keeps his pace as he leans forward, moving one hand from your waist to your jaw, grabbing slightly rough and turning you to face the camera. You fight against the waves of pleasure crashing around you, but as he pounds into you, you fall into his grip, looking at the camera as your eyes roll back into your head, mouth opening as a moan slips out. 

“You like when I do that? You look so pretty when I’m inside of you,” he purrs, his thrusts slowing down, the intensity of each thrust staying strong as the two of you near climax. Before you hit your peak, he pauses, panting as he pulls out of you, moving his hands to rest against your calves. 

“Hands and knees,” he demands simply. You comply, your core feeling cold without him inside of you. His hands drift over your body softly as you move, going onto your hands and knees in front of him, facing the camera but ignoring it as he moves behind you, lining himself up before entering into you again, less warning than last time. He holds onto your shoulder as he fucks you from behind. 

Your knees shake under you, your head falling as you cry out in pleasure. You grip the sheets. “Look up,” he directs, moving his hand from your shoulder to your jaw, holding your head up as he continues moving in and out of you. 

“Fuck,” you whimper, your legs shaking as his speed increases. He chuckles from behind you. Not wanting to look directly at the camera, you keep your eyes, when open, focused on the closet doorknob behind the tripod. 

“That’s it, cum for me darling,” he drawls, intoxicated with the intimacy. He pulls you up against his chest, his face burying in the crock of your neck. Your hand finds the nape of his neck, fingers locking into his hair. You bounce against him, feeling him at an angle never thought possible. 

Ted nibbles at your skin, breath hot against your neck as the two of you move in sync, reaching your peaks together. Exhausted, you fall back into him, feeling like you could pass out as he pulls himself out of you. “You did so good sweetheart,” he coos, holding you up against him. You smile, bliss bubbling inside of you as you turn your head to look back at him, your hand untwisting from his hair and falling into your lap. 

He smiles widely. “Sooooo gorgina,” he says, fighting back laughter. The two of you giggle together as you move to lay on the bed. “Here, don’t lay on your back so it doesn’t make the bed a mess, I’ll get a towel.” You nod, moving to lay on your stomach, tucking your arms under your head. You finally let yourself look into the camera lens as he walks over to it to turn it off.

Before Ted ends the recording, the video captures the blissful grin that paints itself softly across your lips, a blush tinting your cheeks as you realize the moment the two of you had shared is now forever memorialized. 

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[chosendrankbubbles]

from previous anon talking about ted filming the fuckening

imagine reader and him in bed, reader on their back and ted on his knees holding readers legs at his hips and at some point he grabs readers jaw or chin or whatever and angles them back so their head is just hanging off the edge of the bed and giving the perfect view of their face to a camera on a tripod watching the whole thing. he talk them through it and make sure theyre loud enough to be picked up in the recording.

sorry if that didnt make any sense, i read what anon sent and was possessed by brainworms.

Here it is!! I really hope you enjoy, the brainworms were absolutely correct in their possession, they have helped create this piece of art.

[chosendrankbubbles]

The Leak

Ted Nivison x Reader Word Count: 447 Warnings: Nudity mentioned, mention of accidentally leaked nude, described smut. Lightly edited but you can’t sue meeee Description: A short blurb, comments and reactions to an accidental leak of a shot taken of you and Ted in the bedroom. Based on this inbox!   Author’s Note: Hope you enjoy!! TBH this was a great idea butttt insert that one meme of Leonardo DiCaprio as Jordan Belfort. Something JUST came across my desk John… keep an eyeball (or two) out for it…

The shot is one of your favorites, dripping in intimacy and desire. A simple still of the most recent of videos you had made in the room together, tethering at the edge of nudity, almost everything covered in a classy way, looking more like a boudoir shoot and less of a porn still. Ted, face positioned between your legs, hidden mostly by your thigh, his arm facing the camera wrapping around your thighs to keep them open as he reaches up with his other hand, cupping one of your breasts perfectly. The picture ends above his waist, and from the angle you can start to see the red scratch marks on his back from an earlier position. Your back is slightly arched, head back with closed eyes, your mouth agape. One hand twisted in his hair, the other gripping to the sheets.  

When the picture had ended up in an Instagram photo dump, the news of it spread like wildfire. While you and Ted explained to friends and a few unfortunate family members, comments online from fans lost their minds. 

~desparingted: omg I knewww itt of course Ted’s a munch

~sweetcourt: the edits are going to go crazy

~ellasulfur: Wait I feel so bad people are going to spread this pic everywhere 🙁

~fallingcrow: BARK!! BARK!! BARK!! 

~terracottasmosh: BYE I need to put myself in the corner for my wandering thoughts. 

~wulfmtt: SLIDE 8!? WOAH

~sallowsturtle: TED WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE??

~northeastian: Snacktime apparently

~twinkdinosaur: This is actually kinda crazy I had more respect for you two, can't believe you would post something like this, blocked.

~pepperedsweet: They’re two grown, consenting adults? If you don’t like it move on, they can literally do what they want, it’s not like they’re forcing you to watch anything and nothing is really showing, grow up.

You couldn’t let yourself read anything else, the comments sending you through a whirlwind of emotions. Trying not to think about the words you had read, you delete the post, Ted and you deciding that you would only explain what you had to, to people close who asked. No one else deserved an explanation. 

It took a few days, but eventually, people became bored of the topic, moving on to other things. Now, whenever you see it brought up in comments, you smile at the responses of support, defending the slip up and your choice to not make an unnecessary statement. 

Of course, you also now triple check any posts, wanting to ensure that nothing else slipped through the cracks.

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[chosendrankbubbles]

idk I'm haunted by the fact that nobody mentions the fact that Ted would definitely film / take pictures when he fucks. that man was born with a camera in his hand. idk idk

No bc you're 1000% correct and I can't believe my brain has been running at a hiccup per hour and I didn't think of that. BRB

[chosendrankbubbles]

Love You Forever

Ted Nivison x Reader Word Count: 924 Warnings: Drunk!Ted, mentions of alcohol, slightly fluffy, lightly edited so don’t sue me! Description: You and Ted head back to your hotel after he spends the day recording a video with Cold Ones. Author’s Note: I hope y’all enjoy! I know it’s a short blurb. Getting back into writing has been a challenge but I hope I’m back for good now y’all.

Ted smiles widely from the passenger seat, staring at you as you drive. “Hey, sweetheart?” He asks, his voice slightly slurred. The two of you had just left the Cold One’s studio, heading back to the Air BNB you had rented for the Australia trip. 

You glance over at him, smiling back at your slightly intoxicated partner. “Yes Teddy?”

He melts back into the seat, reaching his hand over and putting it on your

thigh. “I lovee when you call me Teddy,” he exaggerates the word love. “Can we, maybe, take a detour and find a grocery store? I really want to get some mozzarella sticks to make at the Air BNB.”

“Yes, we can find a grocery store,” you reply, holding his hand in your lap. He rubs his thumb on your hand, the radio quietly playing your most recently made playlist. 

“You’re such a good girlfriend,” he coos as you pull into a parking lot of a grocery store. “No,” his face gets serious as you find a parking spot. “Not girlfriend, wife. This is wife behaviour.”

You park and turn the car off, turning to him. “Then where’s my ring?” You joke, holding up your empty hand. Almost as soon as you make the joke, you begin to feel a little guilty. 

He grabs your hand, looking at your bare ring finger, seeming confused. Suddenly, his expression changes, as if he had figured out the answer in his head. “It’s in my suitcase at the Air BNB,” he says simply, smiling and dropping your hand. He leans closer to you, softly pecking your lips, and you can taste the alcohol on his lips. “Mozzy stick time!” he sings dramatically as he unbuckles and moves to get out of the car, acting as if he hadn’t just snitched on his own plans for a proposal. 

As you step out of the car, you shake your head, trying to shake the surprise 

and shock that you felt at the news. A simple joke had turned into a confession. A ring, for you, in his suitcase, at the Air BNB. He brought an engagement ring with the two of you to an entirely different country. What was he planning? Ted takes your hand while you walk towards the doors, and you decide that you would let it go, try not to worry about something he more than likely accidentally confessed.

Easier said than done.

The entire trip to the store, the drive back to the Air BNB, and the twenty minutes you sat in the kitchen, heating up the frozen mozzarella sticks, the only thing on your mind was the ring. Ted happily dances along to the theme music of a random show that plays from the living room as you walk out, a plate of mozzarella sticks and other snacks in your arms. 

Ted helps you set the snacks on the coffee table before pulling you onto the

couch next to him. You cozy to his side, smiling as you put your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around his torso. He kisses your head, leaning slightly to grab a mozzarella stick. 

The two of you lay on the couch, lazily snacking as a random game show plays on the TV, not super entertaining, but just interesting enough to not change. After a few episodes, Ted stirs slightly, and you sit up. “Bathroom break, I’ll be right back,” he explains as he stands, walking towards the hallway.

While he does his thing, you decide to tidy up, taking the empty snack bags and bowls into the kitchen. As you tidy up the kitchen, Ted comes back into the living room, laying down on the couch. Quickly, you rejoin him, the two of you fitting together on the couch perfectly, like two puzzle pieces. As the two of you continue to watch the show, he takes your right hand, fiddling with your fingers lazily as he kisses your neck. A smile slowly spreads across your face as you lean into him more, tilting your head to reveal more skin for him to kiss.

“I love you,” he whispers against your skin, your mind suddenly focusing on your right hand, which he now holds still, using both of his hands to slide something cold and heavy onto your ring finger. 

You turn around on the couch to face him, not saying anything as you connect your lips to his. He smiles into the kiss, pulling you closer to him as your newly ringed hand finds his face, cupping it as the kiss deepens. He pulls away slightly, the two of you catching your breaths. 

“Can I take that as a yes?” He asks, smiling at you. You smile back, nodding.

“Yes,” you say, pecking his lips again. He rubs your side soothingly.

“I’m sorry it wasn’t very extravagant,” he begins, taking your hand again, looking at the ring against your skin. “I had something different planned, but then I snitched on myself while we were at the store and I figured I would just send it.”

You stare down at the ring, a simple, diamond crusted heart swirled with a silver infinity symbol that turns into the band as it wraps around your finger, fitting perfectly. “It’s perfect,” you say. “I love you.”

Ted grins widely, pecking your lips again. “I love you,” he says. “And now I get to love you for like, forever.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” you reply, leaning in to connect your lips with his again. 

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[chosendrankbubbles]

I'm Back...

Who woulda thought that Ted ranking snacks in Japan would FINALLY be the reason I can sit down and write. (And legit write this past month has been unreadable word vomit and half finished stories that suck booty, but I WILL UPLOAD AGAIN BEFORE I START COLLEGE I PROMISEEEE)

[sickdogs]

being a kid and hearing adults say stuff like "woah 2011 was 4 years ago haha" didn't really convey the fucking horror of a youtube video crossing my recommended labelled "9 years ago" and it's from 2017. that's not true. 9 years ago is 2010 or something. don't lie.

[princessmo]

[pansy2025]

what they don’t tell you is you have to be so so careful when you listen to music because sometimes ☝️ it will reflect your experiences