#Ted theodore Logan x reader

[ghcstpyre]

ted logan who gets hard just from making out

ted logan who whimpers and moans into your mouth whenever your tongue slides against his

ted logan who can't keep his hands to himself whenever you kiss him

ted logan who always ends up desperately grinding up against you whenever you sit on his lap to make out

ted logan who cums in his pants just from dry humping

[lizthewriter]

— dating ted logan headcanons

☆ he will do the most ostentatious acts of love for you - he's seen all those romance movies you watch on tv so he thinks the crazy things people do in those are normal you're not complaining

☆ fuck gender norms, he will do skincare, makeup, and nails with you whenever you're up for it

☆ as soon as you start dating, he writes like a bazillion songs about you

☆ everytime you attend any of his shows, he will throw his guitar pick to you at this point you probably have a shoebox full of them

☆ he loves loves LOVES making out with you like he could just go at it for hours nonstop addicted to your lips

☆ is always the gentleman - if he was ever taught anything, it was to always open doors for you, pull out your chair, pay for everything

☆ will always include you in his little garage band videos of wyld stallyns - "and i couldn't do all of this without the most rad girlfriend ever" turns the camera towards you

☆ you can never ever study with him because you'll try hard to focus for ten minutes and then spend the rest of that time fooling around, cuddling, and making stupid jokes

☆ will probably ask you to marry him like three months into the relationship - he wouldn't get upset if you said no, he'll just wait until you're ready

☆ will try baking/cooking for you but will fail miserably - most likely that will end in calling the fire apartment

☆ he will always either buy you flowers or bring you wild ones

☆ is always buying you or making you small gifts - he makes this a habit, to bring you something whenever he goes to see you

☆ steals your shirts . . . a lot - not just cause they look cool but because they smell like you

☆ is a big hugger - THE BIGGEST HUGGER like istg that man gives you about twenty hugs a day

☆ follows you around like a golden retriever

☆ will also spend hours making you mixtapes of songs that remind you of him

☆ you're probably the first to initiate things (kissing, making out, etc.) because he's always afraid he'll make you uncomfortable

☆ his favorite kinds of dates are rollerskating dates, concert dates, or home dates - he couldn't choose between the three, really, he's just glad to spend time with you!

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

Hey! Could you do a headcanon for Keanu Reeves' characters, where the (female) reader is like Nimona, in terms of powers and personality?

If not that's ok!

Thanks!

Headcanon for Keanu Reeves' Characters with a Nimona-like (Shapeshifting powers and a bit of a playful personality) Reader: A/N: Ended up doing some homework for this one, lol. I really liked Nimona's character so this was really cute. I did my best and I hope you enjoy :)

John Wick: John Wick couldn't believe his eyes the first time he witnessed your shapeshifting abilities. It was during a mission where he found himself in a tight spot, and that's when you showed up in your badass glory. He had heard whispers about someone who could change their form at will, but nothing prepared him for the sight of you seamlessly transforming from a black cat to a wolf and then into a hawk in a matter of seconds. To John, your personality was a perfect match for your powers. You had that same unyielding determination that John had, but you added a touch of whimsy and playfulness to his stoic demeanor. You loved to mess with your targets by taking on absurd or terrifying forms, keeping them on their toes. John couldn't help but be amused by your antics, even in the direst situations. Together, you formed a formidable duo, combining his legendary gun-fu skills with your shape-shifting prowess. Your teamwork was unmatched, and the criminal underworld learned to fear both John Wick and the enigmatic shape-shifting partner who toyed with their expectations.

Ted "Theodore" Logan: Bill and Ted were used to strange things happening, but when they met you, it was a whole new level of weird. With your shapeshifting abilities, you could turn into any historical figure or famous musician at the drop of a hat. You were always up for crazy adventures and loved to jam with Bill and Ted on their wild time-traveling journeys. With your remarkable shapeshifting talents, you seamlessly became a substitute for Ted whe he wasn’t confident about a crucial history test. Your mimicry of Ted's mannerisms and speech was so uncanny that even Bill couldn't tell the difference so taking the test would be no problem. Ted couldn’t thank you enough for helping him like that.  Your free-spirited, playful nature meshed perfectly with Ted's outlook on life. Together, you created a most excellent, time-traveling band, bringing music and laughter to every era you visited.

John Constantine: John Constantine's expertise in dealing with demons and the occult made him a formidable force. His life was filled with danger and darkness until he encountered you. Constantine was no stranger to the supernatural, but your abilities were a new kind of magic that intrigued and perplexed him. Meeting you on one of his occult investigations, he couldn't help but be impressed by your capacity to turn into different creatures. With your ability to shapeshift at will, became a mysterious and unpredictable ally in John's battle against the forces of darkness. Your transformations often surprised him, but he quickly learned to appreciate the unique advantages you brought to your dangerous encounters. Your playful personality was a refreshing contrast to Constantine's brooding demeanor. You'd change into various forms to distract John when he was particularly stress, getting a much needed laugh out of him. Over time, John Constantine found himself drawn to your free spirit, even though he'd never admit it. Your ability to bring a little chaos into his world made him question the constant darkness that had shrouded his life. Together, you faced the horrors of the supernatural realm, and your shapeshifting powers and fearless nature added a touch of whimsy to your relentless fight against the unknown.

[casuallyobssessed]

7 Minutes in Heaven - Ted "Theodore" Logan x Fem!Reader ❥ 1.3k Words

A/N: idk why I wrote this but i'm posting it bc I'm too self conscious to post the other fic I'm writing lol. lmk if there's any errors, I didn't edit this very much! Divider by enchanthings

Warnings: handjob, heavy petting/touching (?), no beta, no use of y/n

Archive of Our Own Link

Maybe it was fate that placed you at this party at the same exact time as Ted “Theodore” Logan. It definitely had to be some kind of divine intervention that had you sitting directly across from him during this game of spin the bottle. And if that wasn't enough, you must have had some kind of guardian angel by your side when Ted spun that bottle and it miraculously landed on you.

You have been crushing on Ted ever since you first saw him at one of his first Wyld Stallyns shows. Sure, the music wasn't great, but they were incredibly passionate about playing and that was enough to keep you coming back for more.

Now, you're being ushered into a closet with him, expected to play seven minutes in heaven and act entirely normal about it. Of course you're starstruck, who wouldn't be?

-

“Whoa, it is like, super dark in here. I can't see anything, dude,” Ted whispers as soon as the door closes behind you.

“Makes it more interesting,” You whisper back.

You say a silent prayer that he can't hear your heart hammering inside of your chest. With no time to waste, you make the first move.

You follow the sound of his breathing and search in the dark for his hand. He stiffens as you grab onto him and pull him close, using your other hand to reach up and feel for his cheek. You make contact with his neck and slide your hand up to his cheek.

“Can I kiss you, Ted?”

“Oh, I haven’t, uh-” He clears his throat before you feel him nod and stutter out, “Y-Yeah.”

The Ted “Theodore” Logan has never kissed anyone?! You weren't expecting that. Thinking about being his first kiss makes you nervous, but you're determined to make the most of this short amount of time you've been graciously given.

Leaning up a bit, you try your best to aim for his lips, but end up bumping your nose into his. Thankfully, he lets out an amused chuckle and doesn't seem put off by your blunder. You feel his large hand bump into your chest, followed by him pulling away and a hushed ‘sorry.’ This time, his hand lands higher up, between your neck and shoulder. He follows the contours of your neck to your jaw and guides you to his lips.

As dark as it was in the closet, kissing him lit you up inside. Warmth blooms in your chest as you slowly take the lead and show him the motions. For someone who hasn't kissed anyone before, he wasn't half bad. His lips are soft and taste faintly of… cinnamon?

You intend to give Ted the full experience here. So, when he tentatively puts his hand on your hip, you intercept it and place it on your breast, squeezing around the back of his hand to give him an idea of what you're asking of him.

Eagerly, Ted pushes up your shirt and cups your breast through your bra. The fabric is restricting, but thin enough for him to get a feel for where your nipple is and gently rub his thumb across it, sending a hot wave of want pulsing through you.

Blindly, you slide your hand down his chest, slowing as you trace the long, raised scar adorning his belly. You want to ask him about it as you run your fingers across it, but you feel him flinch as you linger on it and figure it's probably still a sensitive topic. Abandoning the scar, you continue your journey downwards to find the edge of his jeans. He lets out a shuddered breath as you creep your hand underneath his waistband and into his underwear. What you find is more than enough to sate your curiosity.

Nestled in a bush of soft curls is his dick; it's long, and once you wrap your hand around it, you can feel that it's thick enough to make your mouth water and your thighs clench. You've barely touched him when he lets out a low whine, desperate and unsure. You pause for a second and pull away, seriously considering if you should be doing this to him or not.

“Is this okay? Do you want me to stop?” You ask, concern heavy in your voice.

“No! Please, don't stop,” Ted exclaims in a hushed tone as you hear him unzip his pants and shuffle them down, “You can totally touch me again, if you wanna.”

His reassurance is enough to have you groping around in the dark again, searching for him. He catches your wrist, and brings your hand down to where he's fully exposed now. You take him in your hand again, testing the waters with a couple shallow pumps before leaning into his shoulder.

Hot huffs of his breath ghost across your neck as you stroke him; soft whimpers spill unfettered from his lips. Feeling a little daring, you press a few experimental kisses to his neck.

“Wait, I'm-” He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale of breath and a moan, and you suddenly feel his dick pulsing in your hand.

“Did you just…” You whisper in disbelief, feeling his cum drip onto your fingers.

“Y-Yeah. I'm sorry, it never happens that fast,” Ted stumbles over his words as he apologizes to you.

“You don't have to apologize, Ted. It was fun.”

“Sorry. You can wipe your hand on my jeans, if you want.”

“Do I have to?”

“Huh?"

Without another word, you lift your hand to your lips and slowly lick his cum off of your fingers, one by one. With the last finger, you make an exaggerated pop noise as you pull it from your mouth, hoping he gets the message.

“Whoa.”

Message received, loud and clear, it seems.

Next thing you know, you feel his hands on either side of your face, pulling you in. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, hungrily licking into your mouth, chasing what's left of his taste on your tongue. The desperation as he moans into your mouth makes you weak in the knees.

You're about to break away from him when the closet door flies open, the sudden burst of light causing you to squint. Ted's hands fly down to shove himself back into his pants and zip them up. His cheeks are beet red as he looks from you to his friend Bill, who is holding the door open.

“Nice! Dude, you totally got lucky,” Bill shouts as Ted takes your hand and leads you out of the closet.

“Shut up, Bill!” Ted uses his free hand to shove Bill out of the way.

You follow Ted up the stairs, past the rest of the party, and into the kitchen . It's strange looking directly at him. In the dark, everything almost seemed fake, like it didn't actually happen with him.

As you're processing that it did, in fact happen, you watch Ted dig through a couple of drawers before he produces a notepad and a pen.

“Is it cool if I get your number?” He asks sheepishly.

You nod and write it down for him with a grin.

“Excellent! Thanks,” He rips the page off the notepad and shoves it in his pocket, “Does this mean I can see you again sometime?”

“Maybe. Why? You wanna hang out with me for a re-do?” You tease.

Just like that, the red is back in his cheeks and he’s rubbing his neck nervously, “I totally didn't mean it like that. I like you, I think you're cool.”

“I think you're cool, too, Ted.”

He freezes up, almost like he didn't expect you to respond positively. You gently grab his hand and take a step closer to him.

“So, is that a yes?” He asks hesitantly.

“Yeah. I think so,” You giggle as you kiss his cheek.

[juniperwoodwell]

any keanuverse character x F! reader, blurb

i have no one in particular for this one, so imagine whoever you like, it's not my fav

Y/n sat across from him at the ice cream parlor, they had ice cream sundaes in front of them.

The atmosphere around them was playful and sweet.

She watched as he reached across the table and plucked her cherry off her sundae by its stem, he smiled at her as he put it between his teeth, he pulled the stem and the cherry rolled into his mouth.

Y/n feigned an upset gasp, placing her hand over her heart in offence. "How dare you Pop my cherry."

The man in front of her snorted out a laugh, tipping his head backwards from the force of it. "Bad, bad, girl," He smiled at her then took his own cherry and held it out to her.

She opened her mouth and he placed it on her tongue, she closed her lips around it and he pulled the stem away. "There, now you've popped mine. We're even."

They paid no mind to the irritated stares from the people around them. All that mattered to them was the warmth they felt in their chests.

[97keanu]

KEANUVERSE: SPRING FLING ‘25

𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 + 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 + 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄

CW/TAGS: popular!reader, coolgirl!reader, shy!ted, soft!ted, highschool identity crisis, use of drugs, reader gets high with Ted and the deep talking happens, bittersweet, their first time being seen by someone else, a night among the stars.

Music throws itself against the walls of the gymnasium, too loud to think, too much to desire being in the crowd that reverberates the sound through their bodies, echoes of fleeting youth that will stain your memories until you’ve forgotten the names and the faces. Banners promising a night to remember shimmer and twist in the lousy A/C, glittering the world in blue, the drink in your hand stirred way too many times as you watch your date stick his tongue in some other girls mouth. It bothers you less than you thought it would, but the sense of eyes on you, the public embarrassment you’re supposed to be having lays heavy like a veil.

The truth is, you have no idea why anyone would have voted you for prom queen. Sure, you’ve got people you talk to, people who say hello to you in the halls, ask for your number, want to connect, but it never really worked out for you. You know you don’t stay in one place long enough for any of it to matter too much in the long run, but you suppose that’s the appeal. Limited Edition Friendship, Girlfriend with No Long Term Commitment on the table. The Cool Girl until you get to know her, the girl you ask out to prom because she’ll be a hit with all your football buddies and maybe you’ll get to say you bagged her at the after party. You know that the only reason you ended up being chosen for prom queen is because your date was meant to be prom king, and you’re alright enough to follow in those footsteps.

And just as soon as you’ve been crowned, cheers and applause from all those faces you see in the halls, you’ve been dropped for drinking too much of the rum punch and slapping your date for trying to reach under the hem of your dress.

The thought of leaving right now instead of subjecting yourself to anymore embarrassment crosses your mind, frolicking back and forth between decisions, as you hear a voice pipe up over the music.

“Hello, your majesty,” you turn to see the biggest smile and a pair of puppy brown eyes gazing at you. “I hope you don’t mind a peasant such as myself being in your presence, but I didn’t think royalty was allowed to ride solo on a night like tonight.”

For the first time tonight, you laugh. It makes the sadness in your chest rise in an ache, the sudden feeling juxtaposing what you’ve been stewing in for the last half hour or so. The joke wasn’t even all that funny, but there was something about the way it was delivered to you, in such an earnest and carefree nature.

You a second to try to remember just who’s approached you, looking at his face carefully, the disco ball leaving trails of light ebbing across his face as the overhead lights paint him in blue. It takes you a moment, but you place him. He’s the boy who sits next to you in Algebra II, quiet, but goofy. You try to place his name, but it escapes you.

“Yeah,” you reply with a sigh, taking another sip of your punch. “I guess I’m not one for parties…”

“Hey, that’s alright, a queen is supposed to watch after their court, and I’ve noticed you doing some serious watching, so I thank you for your due diligence!” His laugh is infectious, and you play along with the bit.

“Alright, if I’m a queen in this court, then what does that make you?” You tilt your head, a stray strand of hair falling out of place as you do.

“I would have to say I’m definitely playing the part of the Royal Jester right now, but I’m willing to change careers if that would so please you, my lady.”

Something about him is just so honest, it’s hard not to find yourself liking him. You take him in, his shaggy hair that flops over his eyes when he moves his head, his too big tuxedo and cut off skater boy shorts and sneakers to match, his general lack of care for how others perceive him, an exact opposite to how you’ve been feeling.

“Well, you see that guy over there.” You point to your date who’s currently surrounded by half the football team and his new miserable date that’s enduring their chanting and screaming as their favorite song plays.

“He’s my ride home, but I don’t feel very comfortable leaving with him tonight.” You continue.

“Oh, that’s totally lame,” He comments before you follow up.

“I think, if you’re willing to take on the challenge,” you begin, biting your lip, unsure if you should let go. “I may need a knight in shining armor to rescue me from here…”

He laughs, nodding his head along and propping out an elbow for you to wrap your arm into.

“Of course, anything for her royal highness!” He exclaims as you stand from the table, downing your drink and linking his arm in yours.

Your legs feel jello on your heels, but he keeps you steady, slipping through the crowd with ease.

“Hey,” you call over the music as you two walk. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask earlier, what’s your name?”

“Ted!” He calls out, mouth leaning closer to your ear. “Ted ‘Theodore’ Logan!”

You think this over, letting it mull around in your head as the crowd thins, and you slipping out into the San Dimas night air, the smell of spring beginning to bloom. The breeze hits your skin and you feel like you can breathe again, the world not so tiny anymore.

The thump of music begins to fade softly, dissolving like a dream, and you take gulps of the fresh air happily, the warmth of Ted making it hard to suppress a budding smile. You breathe him in, the faint smell of marijuana and cheap cologne mixing nicely on him.

You let him lead you, taking you away from livelihood and prime high school memories, choosing instead to do something else.

Your heels click on the wet pavement, traces of an earlier rain hanging in the air until pavement turns to grass and suddenly the two of you are under the soft glow of yellowing stadium lights. Goal posts loom and your eyes trace the white lines of the football field as you pass their markers. Ted slows down until he finds the perfect spot, taking off his jacket and spreading it out over the wet field for you.

You sit down, your prom dress pooling around you, the silk shimmering against the light. Ted joins next to you, pulling his knees up, arms around his bare skin on his lower legs. He’s looking up at the sky, his face in awe.

“Woah,” he says breathlessly in wonder. “Is it just me, or are there like, twice as many stars tonight?”

You gaze at him, eyes watching how soft he looks, how his dark hair falls just so, and how boyish his charm is.

“Maybe it’s just the first time you’ve really looked…” Wonder yourself if you’re only talking about the stars or not.

Ted’s deep eyes slide over to you, and his hand slips into his pocket. He pulls out a preroll and a lighter.

“Do you, um, mind if I…?” His eyes squint as he smiles at his own awkwardness and you laugh along.

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind, um, trying it…if you’re offering of course,” you say the end a little too quickly, hands wringing on your dress skirt.

“I’ve gone from saving the prom queen to corrupting her,” he says as he breathes out his first puff, passing it to you.

You take it in your hand, awkward and unsure how to hold it, until Ted’s hand leans over, placing it between your forefinger and thumb.

“Like this,” he whispers, his hand so warm and so much larger than yours.

You place the tip in your mouth and pull, the smoke filling your lungs a little too deeply before you exhale in a sputter of coughs, your elbow raised over your mouth as out of courtesy.

“You don’t have to inhale as deep as cigarettes, just a little and it’ll expand in there for you.” He gives you that tip with a small grin as you pass it back.

He takes another drag, his eyes starting to droop a little more. The two of you quietly get high, enjoying one another’s presence as your thoughts become less and less clear.

“You ever wanna just… disappear?” You whisper, giving in to the sinking feeling taking over your body and laying back in the grass.

Ted contemplates for a moment, really taking his time to think before finally settling down on the football field with you.

“Sometimes… like when my dad won’t stop threatening military school, or when I can tell people are talking to me in a certain way.” He sighs, just a little, a look past his positive exterior.

“What do you mean?” You look over at him, turning your head, not realizing just how close you two are until you’re staring deep into his soft brown eyes.

“I think sometimes people treat me like I’m really stupid, and maybe I am, I don’t know, but it doesn’t feel good to notice when it’s happening.” He blinks a few times and looks away.

There’s a hurt that rises in your heart as you hear this, but you don’t know what to say at first, instead picking at the threads of your dress.

“I wish people realized just how much it sticks when they treat you a certain way.” You pause, trying to make your thoughts coherent. “When they treat you like something you’re not.”

Ted meets your eyes once more, taking in what you’re saying, his brow furrowed as he thinks.

“Like, everyone treats me like I’m some new, shiny toy. Like I’m golden, perfect without any mistakes. I know that sounds great, but it’s not real. I don’t think I’ve made one real connection here since I moved last fall.” You feel that pinched, tight feeling in your eyes you get when you feel as though you may cry, and Ted let’s you take your time sitting with your emotions.

You wipe a finger to catch a stray tear as you look back up at the stars, each pinpoint of light wobbling in and out of your blurry vision. You can’t see Ted’s face anymore, you don’t know if what you’re saying makes any sense, and the huge sense of embarrassment over this entire night washes over.

“I don’t wanna presume how it feels to be treated like you’re stupid,” a shaky breath leaves you as you pause.

“But I do know how it feels to be flattened out, to be made into the mould everyone else thinks you are, even if you don’t feel that way on the inside.”

There’s a moment of digestion of your words before Ted breaks his silence, his brows raise, surprised by how what you’ve just said hit him.

“Wow, yeah… you put it better than I could have.” He props himself up on his shoulders, not quite looking down on you, his eyes on a blade of grass he twirls between his fingers.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m some kind of actor. Like I know what people typecast me as: the funny one, the dumb one, the shy one. And I end up playing the part because that’s what they’re going to think about me either way, so I might as well just do a good job of it.” He glances up at you, a small, nervous laugh leaving his lips.

“Easier that way, to let ‘em think that.” He pauses.

“You didn’t though. Not when I sat next to you in class, not when we were paired for projects. Not even now. You don’t make me feel like any of that. It’s almost like I could be anyone right now, like I can relax.” He leans towards you with a quiet kind of awe in his eyes, like he’s really taking you, all of you, in.

“You know,” his voice whispers, too close to talk anyway else. “I never thought you were perfect… not in some shiny, untouchable way at least. I would watch you in class, the way you were so unapologetically you, and that made you so cool. So real.”

His eyes drift from yours down to your lips. You feel seen for the first time in your life. You don’t think about tonight, you don’t think about an hour ago, you don’t even think about the fact that you’re leaving for Los Angeles tomorrow. You just think about him. About the kind face looking down at you like you’re the only thing keeping him on the ground.

And suddenly, the gap between you has closed with a breath, and your lips graze his softly, a warmth and shiver running up your spine as he kisses you back, tenderly. Your first taste of him sends your head spinning.

You let the small space between your kiss linger, your eyes flicked downward, your lashes almost touching his as you let yourself explore this moment. You turn your body towards him, finding yourself fitting perfectly against him. When you come back for more, Ted’s hand cups your face, warm and engulfing, and your lips part to go deeper.

You pull back, just enough to catch your breath, and your thoughts, your forehead pressed against his.

“I’m leaving tomorrow.”

You had to tell him.

You couldn’t kiss him like that and not let him know.

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment.

“That’s okay.” He speaks softly, really meaning what he’s saying. “We can be here right now.”

You slip into his arms, your head sliding down onto his chest. You listen to his heart beat as you watch the stars, letting tomorrow wash away from today. Ted’s hand softly removes the plastic crown from your head, then softly pets your hair there.

When you sober up, you’ll write your number on the backside of his hand, ask him to contact you if he’s ever in Los Angeles.

You leave the door open for hope.

[theverystrangegirl27]

˚‧꒰ა♡໒꒱‧˚ Love Me ˚‧꒰ა♡໒꒱‧˚

summary: Bill and Ted find out no one has ever made you come before, and they aim to fix that

Warnings: smut, threesome, oral (f receiving)

“No one's ever made you come before?”

Ted asks, exasperated.

Mortified, you shake your head no.

“Bogus.” Bill declares, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment your innocent conversation about music had turned into a conversation about your lack of orgasms, but here you are, sitting in Bill and Ted's small apartment with an unopened Metallica album in your lap.

Ted's still looking at you in disbelief, eyebrows disappearing behind his shaggy dark hair and his lips parted.

“Like, never?”

Okay, this is getting a little ridiculous. You roll your eyes, setting the album back into its crate.

“I mean, it's not like I've never come before.” You huff, and that blue stain on the carpet is suddenly very interesting.

“Just, no one makes me come like me, y'know?” You shrug your shoulders, looking up through your lashes to find the two boys stuck staring at you.

There's a shift in the room, the atmosphere filled with this strange sexual tension that you're not used to having with these two.

Bill looks at Ted, Ted looks at Bill, and they both grin. Somethings been passed between the two of them, and you can't help but feel a little left out.

You frown, looking between the two of them.

“What?” You ask, a little self-conscious all of a sudden.

You feel too bare in your tank top, the urge to shrug your flannel back over your shoulders overwhelming.

Bill looks at you with a smile, white teeth on display, and a playful look in his eyes.

“Y/N, we've just had the most excellent idea.”

“Yeah,” Ted agrees, a twin smile on his own face.

You tilt your head, resting back on your hands.

“And your idea is…?” You ask, raising your eyebrows.

“We're gonna make you come!” Ted exclaims, over-eager as always.

Your eyes practically bulge out of your head.

“Huh?” You exclaim, flustered. Your cheeks get hot, and the air in the room feels way too warm.

“C'mon Y/N,” Bill starts leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.“You're like, a total babe! We wanna help.”

You feel a flutter of affection shoot through your heart at his words, and you take a moment to really look at Bill.

His legs are spread from where he's sitting on the couch, expression earnest as ever. Those pretty blue green eyes of his hold no hint of malice, no sign that this is all some elaborate prank.

You swallow, not sure how to respond.

“Uh, only if you're okay with it, though.” Ted adds, mistaking your expression for subtle rejection.

You blink a couple of times, biting your lip as you think on it. Would it really be so bad? Two of your closest friends learning your body, helping you come?

The idea sends a pleasant thrill up your spine, and you break into a shy smile.

“Okay,” you begin. “But I wanna do it on a proper bed, not in the living room.”

The boy's look incredibly pleased, sending each other wide smiles as they air guitar. You shake your head, impossibly endeared.

Once you've made your way to the bedroom- deciding on Bill's bed because it's the least cluttered- Ted puts on a tape, loud guitars and heavy drums filling the room.

You throw your flannel to the ground, left in jeans and your tank top. Leaning back on the bed, you flip your hair over one shoulder.

Bill, eyes wide and a dopey, sweet smile on his face, approaches you first.

“Just relax, babe. We'll take care of you.”

He leans forward, hand coming to cup your face as he pulls you into a kiss.

Your fingers grip the comforter beneath you as you lean into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut.

Bill spreads your legs so he can stand between them, one knee bent on the bed as he pushes you back against the mattress.

Kissing Bill is a lot sweeter than you imagined, his usual laid back, charming demeanor changing into something softer.

Out of the two, Ted's always been the romantic, but it seems that Bill has a side of himself he's never shown to you.

How lucky, you think, that he's giving that to you now.

Moved by your own analysis, you move a hand to the back of his head to pull him back with you, his body pressing you gently into the sheets. You tangle your fingers in his curls, licking into his mouth with a muffled sigh.

His hand slips to your waist, fingers splayed across your midriff underneath the tank top.

“Woah,” you hear Ted breathe from where he stands at the foot of the bed.

Bill and you break for air, just looking at one another for a moment before you glance over his shoulder at Ted.

“C’mere, Ted.” You call to him softly, stroking at the nape of Bill's neck as he kisses at your collarbones.

It's so easy with these two - you feel yourself getting wet as Bill pushes your tank top up and over your breasts, lips trailing down the soft skin there.

Usually, you're never this worked up so early, but something about these boys drives you crazy.

Ted moves to your side, leaning over you to kiss you. He's a little clumsy with it, sweet in a way that makes your heart flip around in your chest. You smile as you pull away, looking into his dark, lust blown eyes before leaning back in.

Bill makes a soft noise from below, having exposed you nipples to the cool air of their bedroom.

“You've got like, the best tits babe.” Bill says, making you laugh a little as Ted settles in beside you.

“Totally,” Ted agrees, one hand coming down to toy with your right nipple.

You sigh, watching the both of them as Bill kisses down your chest, hands unzipping your jeans and getting a hand down the front of them.

“You know what would be sick?” Ted says, voice a little rough. “If you got ‘em pierced.”

Bill, momentarily distracted by Ted's comment, looks up with a wide grin.

“Dude, that's an excellent idea!” He exclaims, and you squirm a little to get their attention back on you, sitting up a little to shrug your tank top off fully.

“Bill, baby,” you intone sweetly, batting your eyes. “Could you help me with my jeans please?”

Bill goes kind of soft, eyes molten with lust as he swallows.

“Fuck, sure thing babe.”

What follows next is the quick zip of your fly, and you lift your hips as he drags them down your legs.

You sigh, head rolling onto Ted's shoulder when Bill presses soft, sweet kisses to your panties. His lips are warm over the fabric, and your breath hitches as he hooks a finger in the waistband of your panties and pulls them down.

“Bill's really good at giving head,” Ted says, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It's his favorite.”

“Yeah?” You breathe, eyes wide as Bill looks up at you through his lashes, lips pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“Oh yeah,” Ted says. He's holding you close, fingers toying with one nipple. “You're gonna love it.”

You scoff, face flushed with anticipation.

“We'll see.”

Bill, taking this as a challenge, smiles against your skin. He gets both hands under your hips, pulling your pussy to his mouth in one fell swoop.

You yelp as your lower body shifts and your head lands in Ted's lap.

Dark, lust blown eyes blink down at you, Ted's hair falling into his eyes a little as he smiles.

You bend your neck to look at Bill, ready to chastise him, but all that comes out of your open mouth is a gasp as Bill's tongue swipes over your clit.

He's so gentle with it, lips soft and firm, where they press against your heated flesh. Two blunt fingertips trace your entrance, gathering the wetness there and only just dipping inside.

You find yourself curling your fingers into Ted's jeans, hips twitching a little as Bill suckles a little on your clit.

Most guys you've been with hardly know what the clit is, let alone know where it is.

Bill, on the other hand, looks entirely focused on giving you the best head of your life, brow furrowed as he mouths at your cunt sweetly.

Ted leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Told you he's good.”

You can't respond, lost in the way Bill's fingers move within you. He curls them up, hitting something inside of you that makes your toes curl.

You move to grip his curls with one hand to ground yourself, tilting your head back.

Bill hums against your cunt, content to stay down there forever, and you wouldn't complain if he did.

Ted's playing with your hair, peppering light kisses across your forehead. You can feel how hard he is beneath you, and you open your eyes to look at him.

He's looking at you like you're the best thing he's ever seen, the only thing he wants to see for the rest of your life.

It makes your heart swell and your pussy throb, arching your back a little when Bill curls his fingers up.

He groans against your pussy, low and aroused at the very taste of you. You can't believe this- no man has ever made you feel this good.

“Fuck,” You whimper, Bill's slow and steady pace picking up a quick, pulsing rhythm that leaves your thighs shaking.

“I'm gonna come” you breathe, disbelief lacing your tone as you stare up at Ted with big, watery eyes.

He strokes your hair, fingers trailing down the side of your face.

“Yeah, babe?” Ted asks sweetly, tongue darting out to lick at his lips. “Fuck, I bet you're even prettier when you cum.”

You can't focus, your mouth falling open, back arching, fingers scrabbling for purchase in the sheets.

“Bill, Bill, oh my god-” Is all you're able to get out as your thighs clench around his ears, your pussy pulsing as you come on his fingers and tongue.

You're shaking, eyes closed tight as Ted presses a kiss to your forehead, sweet nothings tumbling out of his mouth.

Bill fingers you through it, kissing the inside of your thigh as those pretty blue eyes look up at you, a self-satisfied smirk settling across his lips.

When you finally open your eyes, Bill's leaning over you, a hand coming to cup your chin.

“Was that good, babe?” He asks, searching your face.

You're still panting a little, and you can't help yourself as you throw your arms around his neck and kiss him hard.

Tasting yourself on his lips is hotter than you expected.

You break for air, sitting up and in Ted's lap, whose hard as fuck in his jeans.

You lick your lips, looking between your boys.

“I'm gonna make both of you come so hard.” You say, a mischievous grin on your face.

Bill and Ted look at each other, then back to you.

“Excellent!”

[gobbluthera]

wrote a reader x ted fic can i get a hell yeah in the chat (bill x ted fic hopefully coming soon if i can get anymore motivation to write x)

nsfw obvs

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66315712?view_adult=true

[generalkenobee]

Me and my mutuals

[agaypanic]

need more bill s preston esquire x reader and ted “theodore” logan x reader fics… my life depends on it

[6lostgirl6]

yandere best friend ted logan with fem!s/o and he gets jealous :))

The Jealous Kind

Pairing: Yandere!Ted Theodore Logan x Fem!Reader

TW: General Yandere Themes, Obsessive behavior, Jealous Ted, Mentions of Stalking, Kidnapping, Murder, Details of Drowning, Recorded Murder.

Word Count: 1.6k

Gif Credits: @weirdlandtv @mrbeniciodeltoro @r-hipatiasblog

Since you two were young children, when you moved into the neighborhood at the tender age of seven, he has been your closest friend. He was the loveliest boy, making sure you were always happy and including you in his activities with Bill. He was the kind of best friend that anyone would want—he never teased you or made fun of you because you were the only girl in the trio.

You were never aware of his other side, which lay dormant for the duration of your friendship. He might be a touch dense, but he was cautious, at least to the extent that was necessary.

The numerous drawings that seven-year-old Ted used to produce were never revealed to you. Your hands holding one another's with a large heart over your heads, in childlike scribbles. Not even the names he would scribble down in a fit of rage for the other local kids in the neighborhood. When they interacted with you, he wished for the demise of those boys.

The childlike doodles changed into photographs as he grew older. Ted has always loved cameras and you; why not combine his two loves into one? He would pose as an innocent by snapping pictures of you and hiding them among the other images in his closet. Some images were only of you, while others showed both of you and him. Bill was the only one he would allow around you since he was confident that Bill didn't harbor any feelings for you. Plus, he already made it perfectly clear to him years ago that you were off-limits with a dopey smile on his face.

Although others would describe it as obsession or infatuation, he knew in his heart that he was merely in love.

Ted was now a senior and was standing in front of his unlocked locker. The school's hallways were bustling with students making their way to their own lockers and friend groups. Ted wasn't concerned about the rowdy students passing him, though. Standing in front of your own locker at the other end of the hallway, you caught his attention.

Along with your new friend.

As you spoke with Eric, a new student who had just moved to San Dimas a few days earlier, Ted's eyes were fixated attentively on you and the blonde-haired boy. He couldn't stand the way that jerk decided to stand so close to you and try to get your attention. It almost made Ted sick to his stomach.

Your apparent enjoyment of his attention only made matters worse. His fingers grasping the locker door tightened as he attempted to control the mounting fear in his body, as the mere notion of it caused tears to fill up in his eyes.

He has always loved you. Why didn't you just acknowledge his feelings already?

Ted was too preoccupied with watching you to hear the bell that indicated it was time to leave for class. His eyes followed you as you and Eric moved in the opposite direction.

"Hey, dude!"

Bill, his other best friend, was standing there grinning as Ted flinched, drawing his attention to him. The raven haired boy felt some relief from the anxiety that had been roiling inside him.

"Hey, dude." Ted responded, sounding a little dejected as he closed his locker.

Bill pinched his brows; he wasn't used to seeing Ted seem so discouraged that the taller boy couldn't look at him. He was worried, and he would go to any length to make his best friend feel better.

"What's wrong, Ted?" He inquired gently, his earlier amusement fading. "Did something happen?"

Ted rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, his gaze fixed on the tile floor. He didn't know what to say, or even how to express what he was feeling. All he knew was that he was enraged and that he needed to take action. 

What should he do about Eric?

Ted came to a standstill, his nervous scratching coming to a halt, his focus on the tile floor shifting slightly. Ted wasn't the brightest tool in the shed, but he understood what to do when it came to his emotions and an act of love. The love that was being threatened by Eric Straumer.

"Bill, my most excellent friend…" Ted began to speak, his brown eyes finally shifting to face his closest friend. "Can you help me with something after school?"

It was late at night when Bill and Ted arrived at their destination, an open field near a lake, located a distance away outside of San Dimas. The cool air conditioning in the car caused goosebumps on their skin. Ted, on the other hand, was shivering for a completely different reason.

The two boys stepped out of the car after turning off the engine, and Bill gave the car a troubled look, his brows furrowed.

"Do you think Missy-Mom will notice...?" Bill asked nervously, pointing towards a noticeable scratch in the door's paint.

It was an obvious reason why the boys didn't have their licenses and needed Missy to drive them around.

Ted walked around to look at the car door before delivering his trademark dopey smile as he slung his backpack straps over his shoulders. "Nope!" He replied, before walking towards the trunk.

He didn't seem too concerned that they had essentially stolen Missy's car and driven it into an open field with just the night sky to keep them company.

You, um... totally tightened the ropes, right?" Bill questioned as he followed him to the trunk and stood beside him. Before Ted could respond, Bill unlocked the trunk using Missy's keys.

"Yeah! I double-knotted too!" Ted exclaimed, smiling, before lifting the trunk lid and inspecting the contents.

Inside the trunk was an unconscious Eric, his wrists and ankles poorly tied with cheap rope, and his mouth clumsily taped shut. The blood from his head wound ran down his temple and cheek.

Ted's smile evaporated instantly as he remembered what had happened earlier that day. His brown eyes hardened as he grabbed Eric's shirt collar, attempting to remove his body from the trunk. Bill sprang into action, grabbing Eric's ankles and pulling him from the trunk.

His body was thrown into the soil carelessly, a tortured cry from the unconscious His body, however, remained motionless as Bill and Ted grabbed his bound ankles and dragged him deeper into the field, closer and closer to the shore of the lake.

The two lazily dropped Eric's ankles and looked down at his pitiful form as they panted. Ted, on the other hand, could only feel a tinge of pride, his pulse racing in his chest from the thrill.

While panting, Bill placed his hand on the taller boy's shoulder and smiled sympathetically. "I'll...wait in the car." He muttered softly before beginning to make his way back.

"Thanks, dude..." Ted returned softly, watching him walk away before pulling off his backpack. He paused when his best friend called his attention once more.

"How did you even think of this idea, dude?" Bill asked, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Ted chuckled and looked down at the ground before responding, his gaze meeting Bill's once more. "I saw it in a movie once."

"Excellent." Bill said, his smile widening as he walked away, not looking back.

The camera was rolling, perfectly positioned on a giant rock to record the picture. There was nothing but the peaceful surface of the lake and, in the distance, Eric Straumer's motionless legs, the rest of his body out of frame. 

The sound of approaching steps could be heard until Ted emerged in front of the camera lens, stooping down to smile brightly.

"Sup, dudes!" He greeted enthusiastically, his eyes twinkling with boyish delight as he continued conversing with a nonexistent audience. "My name's Ted, and tonight I'm going to do something I should have done a long time ago!"

He cast a glance behind him, taking in the sight of the unconscious boy, before turning to face the camera. "See, someone tried stealing someone I love deeply...and I can't allow that." The smile on his face was slowly sinking.

The distant sound of groaning was heard as Eric began to stir, his poor restraints keeping him immobile. Eric's mind began to absorb the situation quickly, and his muffled screaming could be heard.

"Let's get started, dudes!"

Ted's smile reappeared before he stood up and walked up to the screaming youngster. The camera documented Ted grabbing the distressed Eric and pulling him to the water's edge while Eric effortlessly resisted. Ted was panting as he fought to restrain his struggling victim.

Ted threw Eric face first into the freezing water, his clothes getting soaked as Eric furiously struggled to adjust himself to get some air. The bindings around his wrists and ankles kept him submerged.

Ted gave the camera a malicious smirk before leaping onto Eric's back, his hands grasping the boy's hair and keeping his head under water. Eric was writhing like a fish, attempting to knock Ted off balance, but Ted was much stronger despite his stature. He ignored the cold water soaking him as he continued keeping him submerged.

Eric's struggling ceased after only a few minutes, and his form was utterly limp, his body sinking slightly due to the lack of air within him. Ted paused before cautiously releasing Eric's hair and stumbling to his feet.

Ted walked towards the camera, the frigid air making his soaked form shiver. He crouched down in front of the camera once more and proceeded to address it.

"Babe..." He panted and looked down at the ground, trying to catch his breath. He smiled sweetly at the camera once more. "If you ever see this...just know how much I love you."

"I'll see you at school, babe." He whispered softly before flinging his hands up, his fingers bending to create a heart as he continued to smile. He hurriedly rose up and approached the camera.

Everything went black.

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[ghcstpyre]

Teddy 🥹 please 👉🏻👈🏻

send me a character and I'll give 5 headcanons about them!

anything for you my darling 💖 and for the anon who also requested ted!

While Ted can't cook to save his life, he's actually really really good at baking! Cakes, cookies, brownies, pastries, you name it and chances are he'll already have a recipe for it floating around somewhere on a scrap piece of paper in his mess of a kitchen. Obviously this skill comes in handy when it comes to making edibles, and yes, he wears a cute apron whenever he bakes. Always still manages to end up covered in flour though.

Kind of related to number 1, but even though Ted is the baker of the duo, he actually works behind the counter at Pretzels & Cheese rather than in the kitchen with Bill. Purely because he's the designated "ladies man" -- he's better at schmoozing the customers (specifically the ladies, let's be honest) and enticing them to buy more than what they came in for. There's always more customers (bodacious babes) coming in on the days when Ted is on shift. He's had to give Bill many lessons on how to make a pretzel properly thanks to a few disasters at work.

Ted loves cars and motorcycles! They're his second love, after music. He could ramble on and on for ages, info dumping about his favourite makes, the mechanics behind them, and his dream car/bike. The first thing he buys with his very first Wyld Stallyns paycheck is his dream bike. Calls it his baby and manages to keep it in pristine condition, despite using it literally all the time. He loves taking you on rides to scenic spots and feeling you pressed against his back with your arms around his waist. It never fails to make him feel like the coolest guy around!

Speed roller. Like, this guy could roll a doob in under a minute. Ted learned how to roll the perfect blunt waaay before he perfected playing the guitar. You, Bill and Ted used to have rolling races before you realised that Ted would win every time. Now it's always you and Bill vs Ted, trying to beat him! Funnily enough, it's his rolling skills that help him get better at playing guitar. He's good with his fingers, what can I say 👀

Ted can sing! He has such a soft, melodic singing voice and he always tends to take lead vocals on Wyld Stallyns' slower ballads and love songs. He's a hopeless romantic, so he also tends to write most of their love songs too. Bill is the bigger metalhead out of the two of them, so he much prefers taking on the crazier, harsher vocals in their songs!

[lizthewriter]

TED LOGAN GIRILIES PLS PLS SEND SOME TED LOGAN ASKS I BEG OF YOU 🙏🙏

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

Can you do an headcanon about the perfect Holiday gift for each Keanu's character,please?

Perfect Holiday gift for each Keanu Reeves' Characters Headcanon (John Wick, Ted Theodore Logan, John Constantine)

A/N: I hope I did this right, and I hope it's good for each character. I love this man so much 😩🤚

John Wick: John Wick, a man who has experienced so much loss and violence, would appreciate a gift that brings him peace and helps him move on from his past. Given his love for his dogs and his bookbinding hobby, the perfect gift for John Wick would be a beautifully handcrafted leather-bound journal. This journal could be customized with his initials and feature a dog paw print as a symbol of his beloved pets. It would give him a space to reflect on his thoughts and memories, perhaps even use it as a diary to express his feelings and find solace in the written word. Inside the book, you could slip a photo of his beloved late dog, Daisy, as a reminder of his past and the love he still carries with him and a candid picture of him with his new dog. 

Ted Theodore Logan (Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure): Ted is all about the music and has a deep appreciation for classic rock. The perfect holiday gift for Ted could be a vintage, limited-edition electric guitar, perhaps a Fender Stratocaster, in a vibrant and eye-catching color. To make it even more special, it could come with a personalized message like “be excellent to each other and party on dudes!”

John Constantine (Constantine): John Constantine is known for his supernatural and occult interests. The perfect holiday gift for him would be a unique, ancient grimoire or spellbook that he hasn't encountered in his extensive travels. It could contain rare incantations, spells, and secrets from various mystical traditions. To add a personal touch, a silver amulet with protective symbols, ensuring his safety on his dangerous journeys, would be included as well.

[juniperwoodwell]

Exhausted

Welcome to the first post of my Keanuverse writings! This was a request from @scarlettspectra! I gave myself the goal of 1k words for each character since I'm still learning how to write for them(which I achieved), it's not my best work but I had a ton of fun writing! I hope you enjoy!

Pairing(s): Neo (Thomas Anderson) x F!Reader. Aged up!Ted Theodore Logan x F!Reader. Tom Ludlow x F!Reader

Word count: 3,383k

WARNINGS: use of Y/n, Cursing, suggestive flirting, fluff, a bit of angst, minor references to death, aged up Ted (18-19), most likey OOC for all three.

Notices: For Tom's story it is written in first person. Not sure if they even count as fluff. And I'm not sure why all of them end with sleep... I'm just that exhausted I guess.

-

"Neo" Thomas Anderson.

“Where’s Y/n?” Neo’s voice cut through the hum of conversation in the rec room of their ship. Trinity's shrug was almost imperceptible, but Neo caught it.

“Where do you think?” She didn’t need to elaborate; they all knew Y/n's penchant for losing herself in her work. Neo nodded, understanding, and made his way to find her.

Y/n lay in a chair, her brow smoothed out in sleep, her breaths soft and even. Neo stood beside her, the dim lights casting shadows across her face. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the strands of her hair, a stark contrast to the constant chaos of their reality.

“What does she even do there?” Neo asked Morpheus, who had been waiting nearby.

The older man’s laugh rumbled low. “Whatever she wants. It’s her construct, her rules.”

Neo observed her for a moment longer before making his decision. “Want to join her?” Morpheus asked, knowing the answer already.

When Neo entered Y/n's construct, he was greeted by a world unlike anything he had seen in the Matrix. Towering skyscrapers were replaced by lush trees, the cacophony of the city silenced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds.

“Neo, what a surprise.” Y/n's voice reached him before he spotted her, nestled beneath a tree, bathed in the warm glow of simulated sunlight. He approached, the soft grass yielding beneath his boots. She patted the spot beside her, and Neo couldn't refuse. As he settled next to her, Y/n leaned against him, their connection tangible in the serene stillness.

“What are you working on?” Neo gestured towards the notebook nestled in her lap, his eyes lingering on the sketches and notes scrawled within its pages.

“Her,” Y/n replied softly, nodding towards a figure seated at a nearby picnic table, engrossed in a book.

“Your mother?” Neo asked, understanding dawning in his eyes.

Y/n nodded, her gaze distant. “Trying to capture her essence, her spirit. It’s proving more challenging than I anticipated.”

Neo pulled her closer, a silent understanding passing between them. He admired her resilience, her determination to resurrect a piece of her past.

“Tell me what you've achieved,” Neo encouraged, eager to share in her triumphs.

“Well, her physical appearance is mostly accurate, but...” Y/n trailed off, a shadow crossing her features. “But her presence, her aura... that’s proving elusive.”

Neo listened, his heart aching for her. Despite their reality, Y/n persisted in her quest for connection, for closure.

“I feel like I'm at my wit's end,” Y/n admitted, her frustration palpable.

Neo stood, offering his hand. “Let's walk,” he suggested, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Hand in hand, they wandered through the idyllic landscape, the sun casting long shadows across the grass.

“Wits end, huh?” Neo teased gently, the corners of his mouth quirking up.

Y/n rolled her eyes, her laughter echoing in the tranquil surroundings. “A bit dramatic, I suppose.”

As they walked, Neo couldn’t help but admire Y/n's simplicity, her authenticity in a world built on deceit.

“What made you finally decide to join me?” Y/n asked, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

Neo glanced down at her, his gaze softening. “Curiosity, I suppose. And maybe a bit of... admiration.”

They paused, the world around them shimmering with an ethereal beauty. Neo pulled Y/n close, her warmth seeping into his bones.

As their lips drew near, a jarring ring cut through the peaceful scene. Reality beckoned, but for a moment longer, they lingered in their shared sanctuary.

A few hours after departing the simulation, Y/n navigated the ship's corridor, her steps weary but determined. As she reached her room, she found Neo leaning casually against the doorframe, his presence both comforting and electrifying. “Neo…” she breathed his name, a mixture of longing and anticipation hanging in the air. “Got a moment?” he asked, his voice a low murmur in the dimly lit hallway. She nodded, her resolve wavering in the face of his magnetic pull. “For you? Always,” she replied, her voice a whisper carried on the currents of their shared reality.

Once inside her quarters, Y/n settled onto her bed, the weight of the day settling around her like a heavy shroud. Neo joined her, his presence a grounding force amidst the chaos of their world.

As she removed her shoes, his eyes traced her movements, a silent acknowledgment of the strength she carried within her. When she turned to face him, his touch was urgent, his lips meeting hers with a fierce intensity that ignited a fire within her soul.

In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, the boundaries of their reality blurring as they became lost in the ecstasy of their connection. It was a sanctuary, a brief respite from the trials that awaited them beyond the confines of their shared embrace.

As they pulled away, breathless and exhilarated, Y/n's heart soared, her desire for him consuming her entirely. Neo's laughter echoed in the quiet of the room as he trailed kisses along her jaw, his touch a balm to her restless soul.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, a hint of regret in his eyes. Y/n protested, her need for him palpable in the air between them. “If we continue, you'll never rest,” he cautioned, his voice a gentle reminder of the responsibilities that awaited them.

Y/n met his gaze with defiance, her determination unwavering in the face of his gentle admonishment. “That's not for you to decide,” she countered, her voice a whisper against the backdrop of their shared intimacy.

Neo's smirk was both infuriating and endearing as he regarded her, his gaze lingering on her with a mixture of admiration and desire. “Very well,” he conceded, his fingers trailing along her cheek. “Let's rest, for now.”

Y/n smiled, her eyes alight with mischief as she draped her arms around his neck. “Agreed,” she murmured, pulling him close for one final kiss before surrendering to the call of sleep.

As Neo guided her beneath the covers, Y/n felt a sense of peace wash over her, his touch a soothing balm against the chaos of their days. “Will you stay?” she asked, her voice a soft plea in the darkness.

Neo nodded, his gaze unwavering as he ran his fingers along her back. “Of course,” he replied, his voice a whisper against the silence of the night.

As Y/n drifted into sleep, Neo remained by her side, his presence a steadfast reminder of the love they shared amidst the tumult of their existence. In the warmth of their embrace, they found solace, a sanctuary amidst the storm.

And as the world faded into darkness, they surrendered to the sweet embrace of sleep, their dreams intertwined in the tapestry of their shared existence.

Ted Theodore Logan

-

Ted’s joyful greeting interrupted Y/n’s intense focus, her eyes reluctantly leaving the dense textbook pages. With a weary smile, she raised her gaze to meet his, her exhaustion evident.

"How’s it going, babe!" Ted’s tone brimmed with joy as he slid into the seat beside her, his presence a welcome distraction.

Y/n couldn’t help but smile at his infectious enthusiasm, though she couldn’t hide her weariness. "Very... Very slowly," she sighed, running her hands down her face in exhaustion.

Ted's mischievous grin widened as he settled beside her, his excitement palpable.

As she looked at him, a mix of concern and curiosity flickered in her eyes. "What are you planning?" she asked cautiously, bracing herself for one of Ted’s wild ideas. His grin grew wider, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "I’ve just had the most excellent idea, dudette. Let’s go!" With a swift motion, he grabbed her hand, pulling her up from her seat, his enthusiasm contagious.

Y/n hesitated, her responsibilities tugging at her conscience. "Ted Theodore Logan! I can’t just leave; I’ve got a paper due in the morning," she protested weakly, knowing deep down that Ted’s persuasion was hard to resist. But his determination was unwavering, and before she knew it, she found herself grabbing her jacket as Ted dragged her along to the Circle-K.

Standing before the familiar store, Y/n couldn't help but voice her skepticism. "Really, Ted? The Circle-K again?" Her hands found their way to her hips, her gaze fixed on the unassuming sign above.

Ted shrugged, undeterred by her doubt. "I know, I know. But tonight, we embark on a daring quest: to conquer every slushie flavor they possess!" Y/n couldn’t suppress a laugh at his infectious enthusiasm. "Alright, dude. But this time, you’re footing the bill... with your pretzel money," she teased, a playful grin tugging at her lips.

With a theatrical flourish, Ted swung the door open, bowing as Y/n entered with a mock curtsy, their banter echoing through the aisles as they filled their cups with an array of vibrant colors. But by the time they added the cola flavor, the mix turned a dark purple—not a very appetizing color. Y/n handed Ted her slushie and told him she’d go get some snacks. They met at the counter and pulled out all their loose money. Ted refused to let Y/n spend a dime on anything tonight, so she negotiated a penny, which he agreed to because he couldn’t argue with her logic.

Exiting the store, they embarked on their customary leisurely stroll home, tongues stained and spirits high. Ted's tongue became the subject of Y/n's laughter, prompting a playful exchange as they walked hand in hand. Ted stuck out his tongue, and Y/n laughed loudly. "Your tongue is so purple!"

"You should see yours!" he countered as he nudged her shoulder. She nudged him back a little harder, then bolted ahead. Ted followed after her, catching her with his free hand and pulling her into him. "You’re mine now, babe!"

Their journey led them to Y/n's backyard and her cherished treehouse, adorned with twinkling lights. It was her sanctuary, a haven away from the chaos of the world.

Ted sat down on one of the three beanbag chairs on the floor of the treehouse. They hadn’t had much time together lately. Y/n had been sent to an all-girls high school after getting into trouble too many times, being the third member of a certain-rockin'-duo. Ted and Bill had blamed themselves for a while, but now, they all had their own paths. Y/n was an A-student, and the boys were still very passionate about their band.

Y/n sat on the floor beside the window, next to where Ted was sitting. She looked out toward her house; her parents were in the dining room building a puzzle. 'How boring' she thought.

"Y/n," Ted’s usually bouncy, aloof demeanor wasn’t present in his voice. When she looked over at him, she saw the vulnerability she saw in him when he was around his father. "Yeah, Teddy?" The rare use of that nickname caused his heart to race. Only she could call him that, only Y/n. He looked away and shook his head, finishing off his slushie. Y/n sat up and placed her hand on his knee. "What’s wrong?" she asked, suddenly concerned.

"I- It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it," he quickly smiled to cover up his sullen attitude. "That won’t cut it. Tell me, or I’m kicking you out." He laughed. "Again!? But I just got pardoned!" he exclaimed gleefully.

Y/n stood up, her hands on her hips. "Teddy, I’m going to sit down." She spoke but didn’t give him a chance to respond. She straddled his hips, causing them to sink further into the beanbag. Ted’s face erupted in red, his ears, cheeks, and neck red as a tomato.

"Talk." She crossed her arms, knowing this was like Wonder Woman's lasso of truth to him.

Ted groaned, a mix of surprise and irritation. "Fine. I was gonna tell you anyway! You didn’t need to..." He motioned to her hips. She raised a curious brow, and his head fell back. "You’re acting like I don’t do this all the time." His head snapped back up, and he glared at her playfully, his hair looking wilder than usual. Y/n reached forward to thread her fingers through it. Ted’s eyes fluttered shut at the feeling.

"I miss you," he admitted softly, his hands finding their places on her hips. Y/n’s face softened in understanding. "Oh- I see… I have been really busy, haven’t I?" Ted nodded. Y/n continued to play with his hair. "You haven’t been around; even Bill misses you."

Y/n hummed. "Yes, I bet he does. But my sweet boyfriend misses me more, doesn’t he?"

"More than anything," his words were slow and mumbled. He was exhausted; this was probably weighing on him more than he realized.

Y/n removed herself from his lap; his hands reached for her as he groaned in protest. "Hold on for a sec, babe." Y/n spoke sweetly as she moved to open the trunk in the corner of the treehouse.

She pulled out a thick, fuzzy blanket and then moved back over to Ted. She sat down in his lap, her legs draped over his, and her head rested on his shoulder as she put the blanket over them. "Teddy, I’ll try and make more time for you and Bill. I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner that I was neglecting you." He shrugged tiredly, a goofy, tired smile on his lips, his eyes still shut as he struggled to keep his head up. "It’s totally cool, babe, no worries," she smiled at his words, allowing sleep to consume her.

Tom Ludlow

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The sun was setting over LA, casting a warm glow that enveloped the balcony of my apartment. The fading daylight's gentle warmth kept me company as I lounged outside. A cold glass of iced tea sat on the table beside me, the ice cubes clinking softly as they melted. It was 7 o’clock, and I waited patiently, soaking in the tranquility of the evening.

Thirty minutes passed, and finally, the door to my apartment swung open and then slammed shut. "I’m home," my boyfriend's rough, tired voice echoed through the space. I rose from my chair on the balcony and made my way inside. "Green, Yellow, or Red?" I inquired, our signal for the mood we were in after work: Green for great, Yellow for moderate, Red for really shitty. I found him by the front door, shrugging off his coat. I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorway.

"Red. Bright fucking red," he grumbled. I nodded silently, understanding that it was my cue to let him set the pace. When he turned to face me, his shoulders visibly softened. "Look at you. Did you dress up for me, or?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. Even on Red days, we didn't bring our troubles home; they stayed on the doorstep. But we would address them eventually.

I smiled and shrugged, playfully turning away and heading towards the kitchen, with his heavy footsteps trailing behind me. His favorite meal awaited him on the table, along with a beer at his usual spot. He chuckled as he took in the spread. "You're amazing," he said, wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing the top of my head. I leaned into him, and he embraced me tightly, seeking solace.

"Don’t tiptoe around me tonight; I’ll be alright," he confessed, turning me to face him. His eyes scanned me from head to toe. I wore his favorite outfit—not too flashy, just the right mix of sweet and sexy. "Shall we eat?" I nodded, kissing the corner of his mouth, feeling his hands softly gripping my hips. I could tell he needed to unwind, and I was determined to help him relax.

So we sat down to dinner. I held a glass of wine in my hand while he nursed his first beer. Across from each other at the dining table, he turned the attention to me. "How was your day, sweetheart?" he inquired. I hummed, "Boring. Forced leave is stupid." He rolled his eyes. "You fell down a flight of stairs and had a mild concussion. I think it’s justified," he remarked. I scoffed, "I wouldn’t be here if I had just bought those new shoes you told me to." Tom chuckled, taking a long sip from his bottle. My wine remained barely touched.

"You're worried," he stated, knowing me like the back of his hand. He could read me like a book, even from the day we met. "Yes... I mean, you rarely have Red days anymore, so of course I’m worried," I confessed. He nodded, understanding, placing the bottle on the table before standing up from his seat. Standing beside me, he lifted my chin and kissed me tenderly. I melted into his embrace; I was supposed to be the one to relax him, not the other way around.

He pulled me up from my seat, guiding me to the living room as he peppered kisses along my jawline. His warmth enveloped me as his body pressed against mine. Sitting me on the couch, he knelt in front of me, and I tilted my head, curious. He smirked, "I can’t let my girl get stressed over me," he declared, his knuckles brushing against my ankles as he slipped off my heels. My eyes brimmed with affection as I watched him. What a sap. I chuckled at the thought, and his gaze met mine, his smile genuine.

"What’s so funny?" he inquired. I shook my head, smiling. His eyes darkened, locking onto mine like a predator eyeing its prey. Tossing my shoes aside, he stood up, maintaining his intense gaze. "I won’t ask again," he asserted with feigned authority. "You're a sap," I teased. He laughed, a genuine, happy sound. Surprised, he smiled. "A sap, huh? Why don’t you slip into something comfy, and I’ll come find you in the bedroom."

I nodded and stood, grabbing his hand and giving him a brief kiss before darting off to our shared bedroom. "Comfy" meant wearing his shirt and a pair of PJ shorts. I sat on the bed, organizing my bedside table, removing empty pill bottles and water bottles. This room had become my sanctuary during my leave, but I had let it become cluttered. As I threw away the last bottle, Tom entered the room. His expression was soft, and I noticed his hands were damp.

"Did you wash the dishes?" I asked. He nodded. "Oh, Tommy, you didn’t have to," I said, touched. He shrugged, "It gave me some time to think. Ready for bed?" I nodded wearily, then crawled under the covers. I watched him as he shut the bedroom door and began undressing, but he disappeared into the bathroom to change. "Tease!" I exclaimed, hearing his deep chuckle from the other side of the door. "Nothing you haven’t seen before, baby," he quipped.

When he emerged, he wore a pair of low-waisted black sweatpants. Nothing else. It was warm, and I didn't blame him. He climbed into bed, and we leaned against the headboard, me nestled against him with a book in hand. He turned on the TV, the volume low, quickly finding a rerun of an old TV show. This was our routine. If we weren’t tired, I would read while he watched something.

Tucked against his chest, I read my book. "How many is this?" he asked. "Four. Hopefully, next weekend I’ll have finished the fifth one," I replied. He hummed, kissing my head. "We lost an officer today. He was just a kid. It really hit me hard, and I’m not sure why," he confessed. I placed my book face down, looking up at him. "Oh, baby…" I caressed his face, kissing his cheek. He held my hand, kissing my palm.

"I’ll be alright. I’m taking the day off tomorrow. It’ll be just us," he assured me. I smiled, nuzzling back into him. "I like the sound of that. A day of infinite possibilities." We relaxed into each other, my book untouched, and the TV left on. A peaceful slumber enveloped us in its warmth.

[97keanu]

Premise: You and Ted share your first pumpkin patch outing together and return home with more than just a few pumpkins…

Tags: fluff, sweetheart!ted, after excellent before bogus!ted, Halloween activities ensue, short but sweet.

Words: 1.1K

A/N: This is apart of my KeanuWeen event, I am using the prompt “Pumpkin Patch”. Join our community here to see more community wide events!

Crisp bursts of orange and red leaves crunch under your shoes, your hand warmed despite the chill of the October air by your lovely boyfriend, Ted. He walks in a pair of tattered old blue jeans and his brilliant orange jacket that matches the leaves. He sees you admiring him, a soft smile on your face. He flips his shaggy, dark hair about, and smiles that big goofy grin of his before checking in on you.

“You liking our totally rad date so far?” He nods excitedly as he speaks.

You can’t help but blush at his dorky behavior. You and Ted haven’t been dating long, and even though some people may be put off by his laid-back skater attitude, you admire him for his realness. You know if you ask him anything you’re going to get an honest answer, and truly, you don’t think he could lie very well if he tried. Having that security relaxes you beyond belief.

“I’m having an amazing time so far, Ted.” You pause your walk to turn to him, your old sneakers lifting to their tiptoes as Ted leans down to meet you for a quick kiss, his lips soft and kind.

“I’m so stoked to see the pumpkins,” he admits with a grin after your lips part. “I wanna get two really big one’s for us to carve out, I wanna put our bands logo on mine!”

“Oh really? Well, I’m sure we’ll find one that’s like totally, what’s that word you like to say,” You pause, trying to remember. “Bonafide?”

Ted laughs, the kind of laugh that comes from your core, when you find something to be really outrageously funny.

“No, bodacious! Like, you’re a totally bodacious babe for saying that.” He laughs as he corrects you, and you can’t help but find yourself laughing along.

The two of you continue to walk hand in hand, the farm the pumpkin patch is on coming into view. The golden light of the late afternoon bathes the farm in warmth, the fall colors bright and gorgeous. The lazy wind rustles the leaves that snake between your feet, and you watch as other couples and families arrive to find their own perfect pumpkins. You consider just what you’re going to put on yours as you pass through the gates to the farm.

Kids laugh as they run through the pumpkin patch, tiny shoes barely missing green vines and orange, round pumpkins ripe for the taking. Others pick their choices up, weighing their options literally as they decide which will be their prized pumpkin for the night. You wander through the patch aimlessly with Ted, meandering here and there, laughing at funny shaped ones and considering others.

“Look at this one! It, like, totally resembles Bill’s dad!” He picks up a small, bumpy yellow gourd and you have to admit, it does kind of look like Bill’s dad now that he mentions it.

You see a particularly large pumpkin, and you bend down to inspect if it has the proper proportions and orangeness, when you hear a faint meow from behind.

A tiny black and white farm kitten has nestled up behind the pumpkin, greeting you as you come near.

“Oh. My. God.” You say, hardly believing your eyes.

Ted’s head flicks up from where he’s looking as he hears you exclaim, and he bounces over to you with wonder.

“What’s up, babe?” He says, tilting his head in confusion and making his scruffy hair fall into his eyes.

“Ted, you’re not going to believe this.” You say as you scoop up the kitten and slowly turn around to reveal him.

“Woah! That’s totally excellent!” He comes closer, his big puppy dog brown eyes softening and his large hands slowly inching closer.

“I know!” You whisper with excitement as the sleepy kitten curls up against your chest where you gently pet him.

Ted lets the back of his fingers gently stroke the cat’s fur, and the kitten turns to him, looking up at him with big, newly green eyes.

“Oh man, can I hold him?” Ted’s voice is full of excitement that he’s thinly containing, trying to be as quiet as possible.

You lift the kittens warm little body, and he protests softly with a few meows, but ultimately makes it into Ted’s cupped hands. The kitten fits in his tan hands perfectly, curling back up and letting Ted hold him close.

“Rad! I’ve never held a kitten before!” He tries to keep his bouncing to a minimum, only gently rolling back and forth on the balls of his feet.

You hear the soft sound of the kitten purring and you smile as you pet him in Ted’s hands.

“I think he likes you,” You glance up to see Ted’s enourmous smile widen even more. “He’s purring.”

“That means he likes me?” He confirms with you and you nod. “It’s like he has a little engine in there or something!”

“You can keep him if you want,” A voice calls out from nearby, old and slightly gruff.

You two turn, the kitten still sleeping in Ted’s hands, to see an older man leaned up against the side of an even older red barn.

“We got so many of those farm cat’s out here, was hoping someone would pick one up with their pumpkin this year.” He points to the kitten as he speaks. “Looks like that one’s taken a liking to you, boy.”

Ted nods, his excitement clear to see.

“Oh, are you sure, Mister?” You check, not so sure.

“Oh yeah, we try to offload some of the summer kittens around this time. Won’t cost you anything but the price of the pumpkin you pick out with him.” Despite his seemingly rough edges, the man seems genuine. “Just looking to get them to good homes is all.”

Ted’s all but ready to say yes, and you look into those soft brown eyes of his and can’t muster yourself to tell him no.

“Do you think your apartment will let you have a pet?” You try to be the responsible one here, knowing that a pet is more than just something cute to have.

“Yeah! Our neighbor has one in their window all the time!” Ted responds.

“And you‘ll take care of him? Feed him, and play with him, and get all his shots up to date?” You cross your arms, trying to seem tough, but it’s so hard to hide your budding smile.

“Of course! It would be most excellent to have a chill kitten like this as a pet!” His excitement at the thought of it all is clear.

“Alright.” You say, unfolding your arms, and sighing with fake resignation,

You close the gap between you and Ted, hugging him and the kitten.

At the end of the day, you and Ted return to his apartment with more than too great big pumpkins, but a kitten named ‘Patch’ as well.