Ted nivison/schlatt x reader one shots

🥀/💥/🌧️/🍋Teenage troubled Ted x y/n

⬆️ pic on top is what he's wearing

This one is an abuse chapter to if that triggers you in some way maybe don't read this story 😅

Ted in this chapter is 17 and you're 17-16 one of those ages.

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[School ended times]

It was a normal day at school when Ted, your best friend, Was sitting in the schools library doing homework. seemingly avoiding the time to go home like most of the other students did at the end of the school day.
You walked over to him trying to scare him jokingly but noticed his hoodies sleeve was a little higher up than usual.
His arm was covered in bruises and it looked recent.
He usually always wore long sleeves and hoodies or even turtlenecks, but you just thought he was cold in school all of the time.
He usually never did anything really sports related so you never saw him in a short sleeve shirt.

[Y/n's POV]

"...Ted" he jumped when he heard you speak up behind him.
He immediately turned to look at you but calmed down when realizing it was you,
"Oh my gosh, you scared me y/n" he sighed in slight annoyance while fixing his glasses and noticed you didn't look so amused.
"Ted, what happened to your arm..."
His eyes widened and he covered the wrong exposed wrist with his hand.
"It's the other one..."
You silently rolled your eyes at his cluelessness.
He quickly corrected his mistake and turned back around somewhat embarrassed.
"it's nothing, I just fell off my bed this morning"
"Ted I know you didn't fall off any bed today..."
He sighed but still didn't want to admit the real reason. "Ted please, from one friend to another... tell me what happened... If someone was bullying you just tell me and I will tell them off for you I swear-"
"It was my dad"
Your expression darkened slightly in sympathy but anger, you knew his dad was a mean drunken bastard but you didn't know he would go that fare.
He always tried to embarrass Ted in front of you or just in front of company that came over by trying to shift the attention to him not making the whole house spotless of anything dirty, and saying that it was all his fault.

"Ted... I have to go home to get something, okay...?just stay here for a while and I will be back soon"
He was a little surprised by your sudden need to leave but agreed to stay a bit longer before having to go to his house again.

You left without another word then started your walk to your house, before making a turn to his street.
You knocked on the door to his house and the door opened a few seconds later, his dad had opened the door and looked like he had a hungover as always and he rolled his eyes at you.
"Why are you here? Your boyfriend ain't here yet"
"Can I come in.." he looked at you for a moment before rolling his eyes again but turned around and walked back into the house but left the door open for you to come in.
You walked in and looked around the living room that was dimly lit by the television and the kitchen light.
It was trashed with beer bottles around the couch and TV.
He sat down on the couch and opened another can of beer and taking a chug of it before setting it down. "What did you do to him..."
He looked at you with a confused expression
"What do you mean by that..?"
"What the heck did you do to your son..."
He clicked his tongue as he realized what you were referring to and simply shrugged as I drank some more of the beer.
"Discipling him..."
You got more and more irritated by his lack of guilt for hurting his own son.
You knocked the beer out of his hand
"you call abuse disciple! What the fuck is wrong with you!!"
He stood up clearly pissed off now "hey!! No young lady like you speaks to me that way, now you better apologize right now before I do what I do to his mom...
Your eyes widened when you realized he wasn't just hurting his son...but his wife too...
"He's not my boyfriend you piece of shit! Get it fucking right!!"
He suddenly punched you across the face and he fell to the ground not being able to hold himself up because of his drunken state.
You stumbled back and felt some blood seeping out from your nose, you now had clear evidence to get this man thrown in jail for long enough to get charged with abuse.
But now you had to call the police without getting knocked out or even killed.
You ran into the kitchen and dialed 911 and once they answered the phone you quickly told them the street you were on and the reason why, but you didn't get to say much when you felt your hair being yanked backwards.
You screamed and dropped your phone, the lady on the other end of the line was trying to tell what was happening.
You kicked him in the stomach and he let go of your hair. You fell back and hit the floor and saw him
grab a knife and ran at you intending to stab your shoulder but you rolled out of the way before he could.
You quickly got up, picked up your phone and quickly tried to run for the door but felt a brutal sharp pain slash your leg.
You cried out in pain and fell a few feet away from the door. You looked down at your leg to see a slash wound on your calf muscle bleeding.
You tried to crawl to the door clearly in pain but couldn't give up just yet.
He grabbed my hair again and lifted you off the ground. Your tears made it hard for you to see while everything was blurry.
You tried to loosen his grip on your hair as it felt like your scalp was bleeding.
He held the knife against your neck saying in a slurred voice "you know, you should've said bye to your boyfriend when you had the chance..."