#bill and teds excellent adventure oneshot

[parvulous-writings]

AHHH YOU WRITE FOR BILL AND TED !! there's so little of them on here or anywhere else it's so sad.

If it's not too much trouble, could you write some Bill fluff hcs, or like a mini fic about gn or fem reader tutoring them both and Bill has a crush on them/her?

If not, no worries just ignore. And if you do, thank you for your service 🫡

OKAY OKAY - I'm going to combine these a little bit- so, you tutor both Bill and Ted, and Bill has a bit of a crush on you- as headcanons!

Apologies the sides of tutor/relationship are a tad uneven, I wrote most of this in the early hours of the morning, and muse was... all over the place XD

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Bill had always just scraped by when it came to his grades. He was just about average for the majority of his education - but his teachers had always had an inkling that he could push himself more, the same with Ted as well. Neither of them particularly minded being average grade, though - they weren't failing, so why try change anything?

It's only when they start getting further into their High-School education that they have this... Nagging feeling, that something needs to be done- but, no matter how hard the pair of them try, nothing seems to change. Nothing... Grabs them, or holds their attention for very long. They try again and again - drilling each other, testing one another on the right answers to all the questions they've made based on the subjects. It never works, nothing sticks.

Starting to get desperate, Bill starts to turn to you - not explicitly, initially, though. He sits next to you in a couple of classes, so he starts looking over your shoulder every so often, scribbling down as many notes as he can without being suspicious. He manages it - but nothing makes sense to him OR Ted when they look back on the notes.

Unsure of what else to do, they keep up this little scheme. They've no better ideas, and though they have absolutely NO clue what half of it means, they cannot see any other option for them.

Unfortunately, Bill was not as sneaky as he thought that he was. Nowhere even close. You'd noticed a couple weeks ago- and you'd just let him continue, assuming that he would be able to go up at least a grade with the notes you'd essentially given him. But as you watched, his grades never changed. So, you decided to take a more active hand in it.

You approached him and his friend Ted one day, whilst they sat in the corner of the courtyard together, surrounded by books and notes they had made. "Bill, my most excellent friend," The darker haired one began, looking up from his work. "I can't understand a single thing any of these books say..." Bill looks up at this, looking equally as disappointed. "Neither can I, Ted... Neither can I..." He sighs, before returning to his little endeavour.

You clear your throat, startling both of them. They both turn to look up at you. "Uh... Hello?" Ted breaks the silence, "Can we help you?" He doesn't mean to sound rude at all, and if anything, he just sounds like he's attempting to sound like he's a gentleman of a bygone era. "Well, I was actually wondering if I could help you..." You chuckle back at them. Their eyes light up simultaneously.

And that's how it begins - your tutoring lessons. Twice a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays. Any subject, and all of them - you leave it to Bill and Ted to decide what you cover, and you spend however long they need on it. You actually begin to notice some remarkable improvement with this method- they finally start to understand and build on the knowledge you help them to gain. They start to improve in class, and you couldn't be prouder of them.

Ted thanked you to know end - and often showed his appreciation with a non-stop flow of all the musical facts stored in his head. Bill, on the other hand, was a little bit quieter. He often just... Gazed at you. He often stayed longer than he needed as well, thanking you for your time and making sure his notes were correct.

It was roughly two months of this before Bill actually decided to make his move on you. "So... Are you doing anything this evening?" "I don't think so... Why d'you ask, Bill?"

He tries to overlook the way his heart flutters - as it has started to more and more in the past few weeks - when you say his name. "Well, I was wondering if you'd like to catch a movie with me, there's this drive in theatre not too far away, and.."

You barely have to hear the rest of the sentence before you say yes - and you don't regret it. It was a sweet little evening - Bill even got you popcorn. He drove you home after that - and over the next few weeks, it became your thing. Go out to the movies, have some popcorn. Ted even comes along with you a few times!

You always looked forward to your movie night with Bill - whether it was at the theatre, the drive in, or even at home. Neither of you minded where it was; it was more of the fact that the pair of you were spending time with one another, outside of the tutoring. Even though it sometimes bled over into your study sessions- with Bill often going, "Hey, isn't that like when we saw..." when it's relevant (and even sometimes when it's not) - it's a nice getaway for the pair of you, and it's a little weekly tradition you have to yourselves for a very long time.

[locke-writes]

Over Time

Author: locke-writes

Title: Over Time

Song: Mary's Song - Taylor Swift, with Bill S. Preston Esq. For: @ringa-starr​

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,033

Tag List: Ask to be Added

Wylde Stallyns had one last song on their set list, or at least the main part of the show. You knew they still had a three song encore to perform after hiding out backstage for a few minutes, just long enough to grab water and wipe the sweat from their faces. Bill grinned at you before rushing back onstage to the roaring crowd, you smiled back touching the wedding ring on your finger and finding your mind drifting back to the start of everything.

You'd moved to San Dimas in the fourth grade because your father had a new job. It was only about an hour away from where you used to live but for a nine year old that felt like forever away. Of course it also didn't help that you were moving in the middle of the school year when friendships were already established, you'd be the odd man out.

For the most part you were right, you'd been introduced to the class right after the first bell rang, ushered to your seat and then made to remain quiet during lessons. At recess you weren't sure just where to go or what to do, at your old school you might have been playing tag with friends, or waiting for your turn at the swings. Here, you didn't know the playground rules, didn't know who to join or what games everyone played.

Then came Bill with Ted in tow. Quickly the three of you became absolutely inseparable. You were often referred to as the 'three musketeers' always together, always getting into some sort of trouble. In elementary school it was easy to maintain friendships, playing together at recess and seeing one another for birthday parties or begging to go to the park together. You were close to the both of them but it seemed easier to confide in Bill than in anyone.

When you hit middle school the three of you had different classes but you still walked home together. You always managed to stay out late, crashing at someone's house only to be out most of the next day hanging out at the mall or theater hopping whenever there was actually a movie worth watching. Middle school was also the time that you were certain that you had a crush on Bill which pretty much changed absolutely everything.

For the longest time you thought that you were keeping your crush under control. It wasn't hard focus on classes that you didn't have with Bill but he became a distraction in any other area. Whether other friends noticed they didn't say although you were fairly certain that Ted knew because Ted could read you like a book. You attempted to get rid of your crush on him, attempted to figure out a way to get rid of the feelings that consumed you and still there was no progress made.

Of course what you hadn't known at the time was that Bill felt the same. Honestly the idea of being famous was only part of the reason why Wylde Stallyns was formed, the other part was a rather sappy idea of writing love songs for you. At least that would have been easier than confessing that he no long saw you as just a friend, easier than ruining everything with you.

Everything was easier when you kept your feelings a secret. Friendship was a lot easier than risking it all for a relationship, so you both did nothing. Sometimes it felt like the two of you had been on the same wavelength but you brushed that off. You wanted to pretend that it meant something when he said he'd go to school dances with you, choosing to ignore the phrase 'as friends' that seemingly was tacked on to everything.

And as time went on, transitioning from middle school to high school, that was what you needed. Everything had to be easier, everything needed to be easier in order for you to keep pretending that you weren't in love with Bill.

Everything was easier when you pretended like it didn't hurt to see him with others. Everything was easier when you ended up swearing Ted to secrecy after he asked you why you and Bill weren't dating. Everything was easier, until it wasn't. And you supposed time travel had a large variety of benefits.

The history projects had to be done individually or in pairs. Bill and Ted had decided almost immediately to be partnered up which they were apologetic about but also, you didn't care. It would have been weird to come between them and you knew if you were partnered up with Bill you might not even be able to focus, if you were partnered with Ted, he'd do what he always did when the two of you were alone - try and convince you to ask Bill out.

Of course what you hadn't anticipated to happen was that the two of them would meet a time traveler and ace their presentation because they'd brought back historical figures. What you hadn't anticipated was Billy the Kid being adept at relationship advice, more than Ted ever was, and managing to get Bill to see what he'd missed throughout all the years. He was in love with you, just as you were in love with him.

It's hard to thank someone for helping you realize your true feelings for someone, or for helping get you into a relationship with someone when that person is from another time.  If you could have thanked him, if Rufus had let you keep the telephone booth, you would have thanked him for giving you your future.

You knew that you loved Bill, you knew now that he loved you as well. You had come to the realization that many had when they saw the two of you together, that being with him was where you were meant to be. Had any one of those people tried telling you that one day you'd be married to your best friend, you would have told them they were wrong, but years later watching him perform on stage, touching the ring on your finger, it was a truth you were grateful to accept.

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

Growing Old With You | Ted “Theodore” Logan x Reader (Oneshot)

Trope Prompt: Wedding

Words: 1268

Fandom: Bill & Ted

Summary: Wedding Singer AU. You and Ted are both engaged, but to the wrong people.

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Never in a million years did Ted think he would be chasing after the girl of his dreams at an airport to stop her from marrying another guy. Since high school, he always thought that Elizabeth was it for him, but she thought otherwise.She only stuck around because she thought that Wyld Stallyns would eventually make it big so she could finally leave San Dimas. She wanted more than the wedding singer that Ted had become. He really should have known better.

You were different. You were kind, considerate, smart, and beautiful. You loved collecting records and sitting by the window. You loved to sit through the Wyld Stallyns’ rehearsals and give constructive feedback and encouraged him in trying to write original music.

Why were you marrying someone like Donaka Mark? Ted wondered this ever since he met him, even after knowing how he’d check other women out and cheat on you, he actually believed that you were marrying him for money.

When he finally got over Elizabeth and accepted his feelings for you, he had actually tried to get a boring mundane job at a bank. That had definitely not gone to plan and when you had asked why he had done it. He just snapped and yelled in your face. Next thing he knew it, you were on a flight to Las Vegas to have your wedding there.

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You sat in the cramped airplane next to the aisle, your elbow getting rammed into each time the flight attendant passed by. Donny had preferred the window seat, saying that his limbs were too long to sit on the aisle seat. The longer you sit there, the more you were wondering why you were going through this. You thought you loved him, but then you met Ted Logan, who was nothing like Donny.

Ted was bubbly, kind-hearted, talented, and attentive. You remembered stopping by Bill’s place and meeting Joana and Missy, Bill’s step-mom that had strangely gone to high school with them. You asked them how they knew if they were in love.

“It just feels right, you know” Bill said, looking at Joana lovingly.

“And it’s not just about what you feel about them, it’s what they make you feel about yourself,” Joana added, “What about you, Ted?”

Ted thought for a moment. “I just think… you know when someone remembers your favorite ice cream or they buy you that new Van Halen record that you’ve been wanting or just knowing when something’s wrong with you, I think that’s love, right?”

“I agree, it’s the little things that count,” you said, nodding. Ted smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. “Someone you want to grow old with.” 

The day that your wedding dress came in, you tried it on and stare at yourself in the mirror. It didn’t feel right. Mrs. (Y/n) Mark. Mrs. Donaka Mark. It wasn’t clicking for you. What if… Mrs. (Y/n) Logan. Mrs. Ted Logan.

“Hi, I’m Mrs. Ted Logan, nice to meet you,” you said to the mirror with a genuine smile, “Hi, I’m Mrs. Logan.”

And you were so close to telling Ted your feelings about him, too, after your short fight, but his fiancee came back and it just felt like you should give up. He’s back with Elizabeth and you still were engaged with Donny. You were so upset when you found out about it, you immediately went to Donny and told him that you wanted to get married in Vegas.

You tried to settle down in your seat and sleep for the rest of the flight when there was an announcement from the speakers.

“Good afternoon, everyone. We're flying at 26,000 feet, moving up to 30,000 feet, and we've got clear skies all the way to Las Vegas. Right now, we're bringing you some in-flight entertainment. One of our first class passengers would like to sing you a song inspired by one of our coach passengers. And since we let our first class passengers do, pretty much whatever they want, here he is…”

Guitar strums began to flood the couch cabin from the first class passenger, making everyone curious of who it was. A man behind you even asked his friend if that was Van Halen speaking earlier. Then, a familiar voice began to sing.

“I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad,

Carry you around when your arthritis is bad,

All I wanna do is grow old with you,

I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches,

Build you a fire if the furnace breaks,

Oh, it could be so nice, growing old with you…”

You cover your mouth in disbelief, tears forming in your eyes, when you realized that that voice could be Ted. But how? And why? Thirty thousand feet in the air and he was actually here in the same plane as you?

The curtain that separated couch and first class parted, revealing Ted in a white suit and a bow tie playing one of his old guitars, his warm brown eyes landing on you and it was the most welcoming sight you’ve ever seen. He smiled and continued to strum, making sure you know that the song was for you.

“I'll miss you,

Kiss you,

Give you my coat when you are cold,

Need you,

Feed you,

Even let you hold the remote control…”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his lyrics. It was then when Donny woke up and took in the situation, seeing everyone’s attention on Ted as his eyes never left yours. You placed your hands on your chest, your heart beating rapidly as you smiled.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Donny muttered angrily, noticing that your eyes had hearts in them.

He got up from his seat to approach Ted. A flight attendant appeared to intercept, blocking his path with a serving cart. He growled in frustration, cutting through the middle row to get around and almost tripping as the other passengers complained. Once he reached the other aisle, Van Halen appeared with another serving cart.

“You better get out of the way, Van Halen, you have nothing to do with this. You’re going to get hurt,” Donny warned.

A tall man towered over Donny and glared down at him. “Don’t you dare talk to Van Halen like that.”

Donny threw a punch at him, but he easily grabbed his fist and pushed him away. Donny backed up, trying to find another way to get to Ted, when he was pushed into the bathroom, the door blocked by the serving cart. He cursed under his breath, kicking and slamming the door.

Ted slowly approached you and continued to sing.

“So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink,

Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink,

Oh, I could be the man who grows old with you,

I wanna grow old with you.”

He knelt next to you as he finished the song. The passengers began to whistle and cheer, but you didn’t pay much attention to them when Ted was here.

“That was so beautiful,” you whispered, trying to keep the tears at bay.

Ted smiled shyly. “I have a most excellent confession to make,” he whispered back, “that song was about you.” Your face broke into a large smile as you let out a watery laugh. “I’m in love with you.”

“And I am so in love with you.”

Never in a million years did Ted think that he would be marrying the girl of his dreams. Someone he could grow old with.

[crue-sixx]

Eddie & Y/N’s Excellent Adventure (Bill & Ted Imagine)

This was requested.

Summary: Bill and Ted’s kids stumble upon the old time machine. They accidentally travel back in time to when their dads were teens. It’s most excellent!

You and your best friend, Eddie, were hanging out at your home. Your mom had tasked you with tidying up the attic so you recruited Eddie to help you out. His dad, Bill, and yours, Ted, were best friends growing up. They were still best friends so it was no wonder you and Eddie were so tight. You grew up together. Your dads were also in a band together called Wyld Stallyns. They blew up back in the early 90’s and were still going strong.

“I cannot believe your mom is making us do this,” Eddie said as he moved a heavy box out of the way. “It’s bogus!”

“Are you seriously talking like your dad right now?” You asked Eddie, who gave you a look.

“Look, hearing my dad and yours talk like that all the time was bound to rub off on me eventually,” he replied. “Don’t act like you don’t talk like that too, dude.”

“I’m a girl, dude,” you told him as your threw an old vest with a smiley face on the back at him.

He picked the vest up and looked it over before shrugging and putting it on. You’d found all kinds of different clothes. You couldn’t believe your parents actually wore most of the stuff. It was wild and some of it looked very worn and torn. You’d seen pictures so you knew that’s how they looked back in the day too.

“Hey, I look pretty cool in this vest,” Eddie said as he looked at himself in a mirror he’d found. “Think I’ll keep it. I doubt your dad would notice it missing anyways.”

“Help yourself,” you told him and shrugged.

You found some pretty cool things up in the attic, but you’d much rather have been doing something else like scrolling through your phone. You didn’t think you’d be spending your Saturday going through old crap. You ventured off further into the attic and stopped in your tracks when you found an old phone booth.

“Eddie, come here!” You called out to your friend.

He soon came over to where you were and saw what you were looking at. You both didn’t say anything for a moment. You’d never actually seen this phone booth before. You remember your dad used to tell you a wild bedtime story about how he and your uncle Bill traveled in time in a phone booth, but it was just a made up story. He seemed to have some sort of fascination with phone booths.

“A phone booth?” Eddie asked as he stepped up closer to it. “I remember when our dads would tell us stories about traveling in time in one of these things. Those were wild weren’t they?”

You nodded as you stepped up closer to it. You opened the door and looked around before stepping inside. Eddie was soon to join you inside as well. It was pretty cramped with the two of you. There was a phone book that you flipped through.

Eddie took the phone off the hook and held it up to his ear. You remembered your dad telling you how it worked, but you didn’t believe it. For fun, you typed in some random numbers. You didn’t really expect anything to happen. You were proven wrong, however, when the booth appeared to light up and you were suddenly being teleported somewhere else. You and Eddie screamed as the booth went flying to who knew where. You saw some flashing lights and felt like you were moving really fast.

“What did you do?!” Eddie yelled out as the phone booth kept going, not seeming to stop.

“I don’t know!” You yelled out.

You both continued screaming till the booth finally landed somewhere. You and Eddie stopped screaming and just stared at each other in shock. That thing couldn’t have actually travelled through time...right? That wasn’t possible.

You finally opened the door again and stepped out. Eddie was soon to follow you. You looked around and found yourself inside what appeared to be a garage. Why would you be in a garage? You continued looking around and finally noticed two guys stood with guitars, looking mesmerized. They were wearing retro looking clothes, like they’d came straight out of the 80’s.

“Woah!” They both finally said then looked at each other.

Why did those two guys look so familiar? You squinted your eyes before they widened in surprise. You quickly grabbed Eddie by his shirt and pointed in the two guys direction. He looked at them and his eyes widened as well. If that phone booth really travelled through time then you’d managed to travel back in time to when your dads were teenagers. This was definitely their teenage selves.

“Where did you dudes come from?” The shorter one, Bill, asked. “Did Rufus send you?”

You and Eddie didn’t say anything. You just kept staring at them, not believing what was happening.

“Maybe they don’t speak English, Bill,” Ted said as he looked at you both. “Dude, that blonde guy looks like you!”

Bill stepped up closer to Eddie and looked at him. Eddie backed away from him a bit, feeling apprehensive about this whole thing.

“He does doesn’t he?” Bill asked. “What’s your name, dude?”

“I-It’s Eddie,” he said, stuttering a bit.

“Like Eddie Van Halen?” Bill asked as he backed up again and stood next to Ted then they looked at each other.

“Excellent!” They both said at the same time and did some air guitar even though they literally had real guitars.

“What the fuck?” You finally spoke to yourself.

“Hey, that sort of language is most heinous,” Ted said and Bill nodded.

“Sorry,” you said and shook your head. It felt awkward being lectured by your dad as his teenage self. “What year is this?”

“It’s 1989, dude and dudette,” Bill answered you. “What year are you two from?”

“2019,” Eddie answered for you both.

“Woah!” Bill and Ted both spoke at the same time.

“Yeah,” you said. “We’re actually your kids...from the future.”

“No way!” Bill and Ted both exclaimed together.

“Yes way,” you and Eddie both mumbled.

“So like I guess you’re my son then?” Bill asked Eddie, curiously.

“Yeah, I am,” Eddie replied. “Eddie Van Preston, Esq.”

“Dude, that’s an awesome name!” Bill said and gave Eddie a high five. “It’s most excellent that you got most of my genes. Is your mom hot?”

“I don’t feel comfortable answering that,” Eddie replied with a disgusted look on his face.

“So like you’re my daughter?” Ted asked you and you nodded your head then told him your name. “Dude, we’re meeting our kids from the future!”

Bill and Ted did some more air guitar. It wasn’t anything new really. Your dads still did that all the time. You used to think it was lame, but for some reason you were finding it pretty cool. The fact that your dad still acted the way he did when he was a teenager was pretty amusing. It also let you know that he had never changed even after becoming famous and getting older.

You and Eddie eventually started to feel more comfortable about the situation. Bill and Ted ditched their guitars in favor of hanging out with the both of you. They asked you questions about things from the future and you two asked them questions about the past. You found out a lot of new things about your dad that you hadn’t known before. Teen Bill and Ted were hilarious, but they hadn’t really changed much so they were still hilarious. You just didn’t appreciate it as much before.

“I guess you should be getting back to 2019,” Bill finally said and Ted agreed.

“We can come back...if that’s cool with you two?” Eddie asked.

“Of course, dude,” Bill said then made a confused face. “Wait, I mean son.”

“Yeah, that’s a bit too weird,” Eddie said and Bill nodded.

“That’s a cool vest by the way, dude,” Ted commented on Eddie’s vest.

Eddie looked down at it before he took it off and handed it to Ted. “Take it. It’s yours anyways.”

“Woah!” Ted exclaimed as he put it on. “Thanks, dude! It was most excellent meeting you two. We raised some pretty cool kids, Bill.”

“Yes, we did, Ted,” he agreed.

You and Eddie stepped back into the booth after Bill explained to you what to type in since you hadn’t been paying attention to what you were typing before.

“Stay excellent!” Bill and Ted said before you were sent back to 2019.

The phone booth was sent back to the attic. You and Eddie stepped out of the booth, standing there in complete silence for a minute. You were both soaking in what had just happened. You finally looked at each other.

“Excellent!” You both exclaimed before breaking out in air guitar.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

I never really thought about it

But I have never really put anything too personal on here. I distance myself like this is work and I need to separate my work life and my personal life but that is not the case. I see fic blogs all over tumblr that interact with their readers and I've always secretly wanted that but was too worried that people wouldn't want to. I guess part of me figured that since I get few notes on actual fics that people wouldn't see anything personal that I had to say so I didn't. And the same goes for my imagines, because though those get notes more than half of those are from people who don't follow me. But thinking about it now I don't think it really matters, my desire for improvement outweighs my desire for validation from strangers on the internet.

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But to the actual point I came here to make: I would love to hear from anyone. Literally anyone, followers or just passerbys. Let me know what fics you love, what fics you hate, give me as many comments as you want even if it's just keysmashing or emojis. I would love to get asks about fics or things I have in the works for the future. Send me messages saying you liked a certain part of something or what imagines you like the best, heck lemme know that your distant cousin showed you something and that brought you to my blog somehow idk 😂

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What I'm trying to say is that I've always wanted this to be a safe zone for people who feel like liking and sharing fanfiction is shameful or nasty or even just a guilty pleasure thing. Cause I know as a reader that I appreciate fic writers more than I should but have always been scared to interact and/or share their work. So please please please don't be afraid to do that. I understand and I would love to hear from people because I appreciate you. My work would be waisted if people weren't reading it so I thank you for giving me something great to do with my time and I look forward to hearing from you.

[adhdted]

no one asked but heres a list of bnt fics im working on. also with excerpts :) under the cut bc it got a little bit long but its really not That long its only six wips.

california friends. 

its the au! you know the one i talk abt sometimes. its basically ted moves away when hes 11, they meet back up with theyre 19 and there are some plot elements from excellent adventure and bogus journey in there. currently im working on the 4th chapter and its got like. 16k words so far.

title from california friends by the regrettes and is subject to change..

    “Hey, Jo,” he says when he gets over to her, “did you see that dude that just left?”     She looks up at him. “I think you’re gonna have to be more specific than that, dude.”     “Oh, right. He looked like this.” As he says this, Ted realizes that he has no way to show her what maybe-Bill had looked like and quickly backtracks. “Wait, no, I mean – he had the most curly blond hair and–”      He struggles to think of an adequate way to describe his face. He doesn’t think he could, with the little amount of time he’d had to look at him. He still tries to think of something, nonetheless, and finds his mind wandering to a trip his twelfth grade art class had taken.     “Have you ever gone to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art?”     Joanna raises an eyebrow and nods.     “Okay, so you know the ancient Greek section?”     “Yeah...”     “He looked like that.”     “Like the ancient Greek section of the art museum.”     “Yeah. You know, like the statues in it?”

untitled trans ted fic

no proper name yet u_u. what it says on the name its just like. ted is trans and life happens. working on the 2nd chapter. 3.8k words so far.

    They start working, but Ted finds that he's having a hard time focusing. Harder than usual, that is. And it isn't music or TV that's distracting him, but Bill.     Finally, he finds himself asking, "How'd you know how to say that?"     Bill looks up from his textbook. He'd been frowning down at it but now his expression lightens. "What? Oh, what I said to Deacon? I just said what you told me."     Ted stared at him. "I said that?"     "Yeah, dude."     "Huh... Hey, I'm pretty smart!"     "Undoubtedly!"     They air guitar together, grinning and Ted feels really good about this. He's so, extraordinarily glad he has Bill by his side.

i’ve got a castle in my sky for you and i.

sequel to that oneshot i posted! basically just bill, ted and missy driving around. 1.6k words so far.

title from pretective boy by skating polly because im unoriginal yea.

    But then Bill smiles. It’s a lopsided, sleepy smile and Ted can’t help thinking about how beautiful he is with the growing sunlight coming in through the window and the dingy motel behind him.     “Oh, right,” he says and lets out a contented sigh. “What time is it?”     “Like, eight, I think,” Ted tells him. He nudges him a little with his shoulder.     “Come on, Missy already went in to book us a room.”

dude, take a picture!

oneshot about bill picking up photography! 1k words so far.

    Missy gets him a Polaroid camera for his half birthday, although he doesn't think half birthdays are actually a thing or that his is in July. She shrugs this off with a, "Close enough." That's a good enough answer for Bill, who sets out to Ted's house with the camera in the little black bag it came in.    Ted grins when he opens the door and says, "Dude, finally!" before shouting a quick goodbye to Deacon and closing the front door. “So where to, my most distinguished colleague?”    “I have something most righteous to show you.” Bill grabs Ted’s hand to pull him down the street. He doesn’t really need to because Ted would follow anyways, but he’s excited to show him his new camera and actually put it to use.

untitled fic

umm uh this one is me projecting KHBSKGHBSG oneshot about ted having psychosis yea :) starts with bill and ted meeting in kindergarten and goes on. 750 words so far.

     It's in alphabetical order, apparently, and that's believable enough when Jack sitting beside Ted tells him his name and Tiffany, across from Jack, is obvious, but then across from Ted is Anna and he's pretty sure A and T aren't next to each other (they're called the A-B-Cs, not the A-T-Js).     They play the introductory games Ms Hill tells them to until lunch. Ted thinks he's getting along pretty well, but Jack and Tiffany and Anna all sit and talk with other people in the cafeteria.     So he sits at the edge of the table with his legs kicking under the cheap plastic seat. He's just about to start picking at his tray of food when someone slides into the seat across from him and says, "Hey, dude!"

untitled lost boys crossover

basically bill falls out of the phone booth while its travelling, ted finds him in 1987 santa carla. also deacon is there bc a) i like the idea of him moving in with bill and ted while hes still in high school and b) i want him to befriend sam. working on the first chapter. 2k words so far.

     “What does that mean?” he asks because he doesn’t want to jump to the ‘he’s dead’ or ‘he’s gonna be trapped in the circuits of time forever’ conclusions.     “Well, when I talked to Rufus, he said that he should have just landed in a different time. So it’s not... we shouldn’t worry. He’s looking to see if he can find anything that can help us find him, but we will find him. Nothing to worry about...”     “Oh.”     Deacon has never met Rufus, but from the way the four of them talk about him, he’s pretty sure he’s a smart guy who knows things, so he thinks he’ll stay in the not too worried lane, especially since Ted is definitely freaking out enough for ten people even with assurance from the future that it’ll work out.

[floralseokjin]

can the oneshot be just jin roasting jimin? honestly their dynamic was hilarious, i need a series that’s just their adventures in hell lmao

lmfao! that just makes me think of bill & ted’s excellent adventure!! i have no clue why. but honestly, i had so much fun writing their bickering! it was highly amusing!!

[parvulous-writings]

Hey! I saw that Bill and Ted were on the list that you write for, and I was wondering if you could do a Bill x Ted x gn!reader where y/n is autistic and they have a shutdown where they go nonverbal and everything feels uncomfortable (touch/sound/etc). Which in turn causes them to feel worse because now y/n feels like they're being a burden to their partners, but Bill and Ted will not let them believe that /Can be mostly fluff with a small bit of angst //you don't have to include this, but I do hc both Bill and Ted as neurodivergent, so if you want to input that you can 🌟

///This request does kinda stem from personal experiences, and I just needed some fictional comfort 😭

////Stay hydrated and I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/evening! 😊

Summary: Bill and Ted try to help you as much as they can whilst you have a shutdown

Warnings: Description of autistic shutdown, descriptions of overwhelming spaces. There's nothing too graphic or anything, though! Gender-neutral use of dude, that's just how they talk 0-0

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Notes: I am so SO sorry this took so long - I was just determined to pour my heart and soul into this, as it struck me very deeply! I hope I can do this justice! Also trying out a slightly new format which is strange to me 0-0  My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too!

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Somehow, the pair of music-loving young men had managed to convince you to go with them to a local concert. How they had coaxed you into it, you weren't entirely sure - their voices had overlapped so much and so many times that you weren't quite sure who was speaking when. "Listen, it's all going to be okay! I mean, it'll be loud, but you'll be with us, we'll cover your ears if you need it!" The shorter of the two, Bill, assured you. He was already clearly ecstatic, practically bouncing as he shifted his weight back and forth on his feet. You hadn't even given a response yet, and he was already over the moon. "Yeah, you'll be with us!" Ted echoed, a huge, almost goofy smile on his face. Though the taller of the two seemed much slower in his movements, there was no doubt that he was just as excited as his best friend.

You had tried to explain that that wasn't always how it worked with your sensitivity, but no matter what you said, they always seemed to have an answer or a solution to every potential problem you presented them with. They were just so stoked at the idea you might join them to this concert - the event they had been waiting for months upon months to go to. The one thing that they had begged their parents to attend; that Bill had easily managed to cajole Missy to let him go to, and that Ted had somehow managed to convince his father that it wasn't anything nefarious, that he would be safe. They had already begun packing for you before you had a chance to properly consider - they were very sweet about it all, but your voice was very quiet compared to their overlapping chatter.

Three bags - backpacks - was what they ended up packing. "I think that should be enough..." Bill said to Ted, as the taller of the two was bringing more water into the garage from the house. "Are you sure?" Ted asked, "What if we run out of water? Don't want to ruin our throats, dude..." "I'm sure there'll be some there! Missy'll give us a bit of money, too..." Bill replied, starting to do up the backpacks, making sure everything was packed properly - maximising space whilst also ensuring that everything was at least somewhat secure, particularly the bottles of water. It simply wouldn't have done to have one of them burst in the bag, and soak one of your backs, especially when you were all going to be standing for so long. You stood there, awkwardly as the two friends rushed back and forth, making sure that everything was as they had planned. "Hey," Ted's voice broke you from a thoughtless daze. You blink a few times, and turn your gaze to him. "You okay?" He asks, his brows furrowed with boyish concern - he wasn't sure what was going through your head, but the worry was genuine, that much was clear to see.

You consider his question for a moment, before settling on your answer: "I'm... not sure...?" Ted is clearly puzzled by this response, so you fumble your way through a half explanation. "Well... I do want to go with you guys-" "You are coming with us!" Ted interjects, quite gleefully. "What I mean is, I... I'm really anxious about it- I've never done something like this before, I've never... been comfortable, with this kind of thing..." "Well..." Ted starts, trailing off for a moment. He must be trying to make some connections in his head. "Well, you'll be with us... " He repeats the mantra like statement that he and Bill had adopted since they broke the news to you that morning. "So, that'll help, right?" He asks - you had never been entirely open with the two about how some things would affect you in a drastically different way to what it affected them. Crowds overwhelmed you, excessive noise debilitated you and made you ever so irritated you, and change... Well, you had never let anyone but your family see the results and ramifications change had on you, but needless to say, it was unpleasant. Ted's quasi-reassurance came from a good place in his heart, but you weren't as sure that their presence alone would calm or aid you. You stay quiet for a moment, considering your options. Yes, you could refuse, and save yourself the potential overwhelming environment, but disappoint your friends... OR, you could risk it, make them possibly the happiest you've seen them in a long time, and it could all be okay. There was no way of telling. You sigh quietly, then offer Ted a tiny smile. "Yeah, I guess that could help...."

Before you had even entered the venue, there were hundreds of people, all swarmed together, bustling little bubbles of activity that you would rather avoid. Both Bill and Ted were in their element already, eyes widened with wonder and anticipation. This was what their whole lives had led up to so far. This moment - seeing a band in the flesh, and their excitement was starting to bubble up, with the evening barely started. You grab Bill's arm with both hands, pulling yourself close to him. He glances at you, and is about to say something - his mouth half open as the words begin to form - before he is interrupted by a cheer from one of the groups ahead of you, as the doors to the venue are finally opened.

Bill and Ted quicken their pace - they so badly want to get in there, find a good spot for you all. So eager are they, that they drag you head on into the flowing crowd. Bodies are pressed against bodies, all moving as one, never stopping. You're being pushed by people behind you, pulled by Bill, and by Ted. Your feet can hardly keep up - the minimal room to move not helping you at all. You stumbled along, with no choice in the matter. You feel your chest tighten - the night had only just set into motion, and already, it was starting to get to you. You tried to call out, to get the attention of one of your friends, but naturally your voice is lost in the sea of the rest. You try tugging at Bill's sleeve, and then Ted's - but because so many others had done the same in the last few minutes, that they didn't take any notice whatsoever. They keep pushing forward, dragging you with them despite your reluctance. It was all too much. You had no way to tell them, but it was too much.

You can feel your eyes start to almost glaze over as your voice dies in your throat. You can still see everything, but it felt... Far away, now. All of the noises that surrounded you blur and fade, becoming one distant and droning hum. You're rooted to the spot, though you're still somewhat aware of the fact that people are still knocking into your arms, shoving past you to make their way into the venue. It was a few minutes later, when Ted went to turn to you to say something about how totally amazing this was going to be, that they knew you had gone. Ted grabbed Bill's arm, shaking it violently to make sure he got his attention. Bill turned, brows furrowed, almost in annoyance as he pulled his arm away from his friend's grasp. "Dude, what-" "Listen - our trio's turned to two!" Ted exclaimed over the noise, grabbing Bill's wrist again. He dragged the curly haired teen back through the crowd, Bill struggling at almost every step. There was a flurry of questions from him: "What the hell do you mean, dude?" and "Why are we going back to the doors? We're going to miss it!" were the only ones that Ted managed to make out. He knew, that if Bill had realised you weren't with them, he'd be just as concerned as he was. Ted cranes his neck, scanning over the top of the crowd, looking for you. It's not as simple as it sounds: there are at least ten other people who he initially thought were you, but quickly came to realise they were not.

It took a few minutes, but eventually, they did find you. And, immediately, they knew something was wrong - of course, they didn't know exactly what, but, concert or no, they knew they had to help. "Let's try getting outside." Bill suggested to Ted, despite his earlier protestations that they would miss the show. When faced with the decision of your well-being and comfort, or a live show, it was a no-brainer. Carefully, trying not to startle you, they took your arms. You were almost like a ragdoll in their hands as they started to move to the back of the crowd, but suddenly you're pulling against them, resisting, trying to wrestle your arms from their hands. You'd snapped back to reality, feeling every sensation there was to feel; the overwhelming noise, the heat of so many bodies packed closely together, the tight grip of Bill and of Ted. You wanted none of it. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you struggle, and soon enough, Ted let's go, motioning for Bill to do the same. You draw in on yourself, holding your hands to your ears and looking down at the floor, trying your best to minimise the amount of stimuli your brain was taking in. It worked, to some extent. You feel a quick, but firm, tap on your shoulder - someone trying to get your attention. Your eyes dart up, mostly out of habit, to see Ted waving at you, his smile nervous and unsure. He beckons to you, silently calling you forward, and you shuffle slightly in compliance. It's difficult to move, but you register that both Bill and Ted are trying to help you get out of this situation.

Eventually, you're all outside, and Bill is trying to guide you to sit on the floor so you can rest for a moment, which proves extraordinarily difficult to him when he realises he can't touch you more than a tap. You both manage it though, and Bill and Ted sit either side of you, like they do ordinarily. You all stay quiet for a while - both of them expecting you to speak first, to say that everything is okay, that you're fine. But you don't. You just sit there, tears rolling down your face. Ted leans forward, waving a little to get your attention again, "You okay?" He asks, his voice quiet, unsure. You just turn your head towards him, unable to answer. You wanted to - oh how you wished to be able to! But... At the same time, speaking felt like it would be too much now. Ted didn't really know how to take your silence. Was it good? Bad? His eyes flitted to Bill, who instantly made eye contact; clearly they were thinking along the same line. There's a moment of tension, where the two boys seem to be mentally battling to see who should speak first. Bill eventually opens his mouth. "We're sorry..." He begins, "We.. We should have listened to you, about the concert and..." He trails off with a light sigh - not at you, but at himself. At Ted. They should have listened to you - should have arranged to do something else. You hear something rustle from beside you, and as you turn you see Ted offering you one of the bottles of water he and Bill had packed. "Drink, dude..." The dark haired boy urged. He knew you needed something, and that you may be in a state, but they both still want to take care of you, even if they were the main cause of the problem in the first place. Their hearts were in the right place, and now they wished to try and make up for their mistake. Bill wished that he had thought of your perspective a bit more, and sooner. He had been so wrapped up in his desire - which had practically become a need - to see this concert, that his mind could barely focus on anything else. His chest ached with the guilt of what he had brought on to you; he knew all too well what the overwhelm could feel like, and so did Ted. But their focus on the concert had thrown all other considerations out of the window, for both of them.

You shakily take the bottle from Ted, to find it already undone. You glance in thanks to him -unable to smile- before bringing the bottle to your mouth and taking the smallest of sips. It was all you could muster for the time being. "I have an idea!" Bill announced, a tad too loud for your liking, making you flinch. Bill notices, and winces too, giving you an apologetic look. "I was thinking..." His voice is softer now, more like a whisper. "We take you back to yours..." He points at you, "So that you can rest up... Y'know, sort yourself out and everything... We can stay if you want to, but-" He pauses, realising he's getting carried away with himself and starting to ramble. "And then..." He continues, back on his original train of thought. "When you're ready... You can come over to my place, and we can jam out." He gives you that trademark goofy little smile, all teeth and just reaching his eyes. There's a question teetering in your mind, bouncing around; one you can't yet voice. Ted, somehow manages to read your mind at that very moment; "Jam? You mean, we'll be using the guitars?" He considers for a moment, "I don't know... Your dad said he doesn't want to hear any bad playing anymore... and I'm not tryin' to say anything about your playing-" Ted turns to you, totally sincere, "But I don't think it's... Eddie Van Halen level yet, dude..." "Well, it can be with or without the guitars." Bill responds, "I mean, we've got the guitars to get to Van Halen's level." He shrugs, "And who cares what my dad says? It's not like he's there most of the time."

Ted considers his friend's words for a moment, his brows furrowed as if he had been posed with a very serious philosophical question, lips pursed in thought to complete the look. After a few seconds of this, Ted nods enthusiastically, seemingly satisfied with this answer, his grin returning. "It's settled then!" Bill announces with a grin just as wide as Ted's, and with the gusto of the old shining knights of yore. "We take our good fellow here," He gestures to you broadly with his hand, "Back to their dwelling for the eve. And then!" He points dramatically to the sky with one finger. "We shall wait to the morn... To jam!" You giggle quietly, and Bill's joyous face turns back to you, all teeth and smiles still. Ted's face lights up too, and the two boys meet eyes before doing their natural greeting to one another - an epic air guitar gesture that had become customary for them after so many years of being friends. It's not long after that, that the three of you are walking down the path to your home - taking up the entire pavement as you stand with all your shoulders practically touching, though the pair were careful to make sure that they didn't accidentally brush against you on the way back - they didn't want to upset you again. Bill actually nearly ended up falling into the road a couple of times because of this mindset, so ended up switching places with Ted. Then the same thing happened to him! The pair were laughing merrily at one another as they walked you down your drive. "I'll come see you at lunchtime tomorrow..." Bill says to you as you step onto your porch. "And then we can go pick up Ted on the way to mine, if you want to jam... If not, we could all hang out at your place, if you wanted?" Bill offered, and you nod slowly, "But you can tell us tomorrow, if you want, or later - if you can call?" Bill rambles a little, grinning at you. Though he still feels a bit guilty about the fact that his actions had upset you, he knew that you would all be able to work through it eventually; your reaction, to him and Ted at least, was perfectly natural. They may have had similar ones had they been put in a situation they had deemed unsuitable for themselves - Ted had certainly lashed out in the past because of the very same thing.

"But yeah, lunchtime tomorrow-" Bill repeats, "Don't forget!" He tells you, as if you ever would. With that, Bill and Ted scurry off into the evening air- the memory of the concert left behind and forgotten in favour of the plans the pair had started to make, in preparation for the next time the three of you got to spend time together, whether that be tomorrow, or even days in the future.

[parvulous-writings]

Note: I hope you’re doing really well! I know you fulfilled two requests for me, and I’m sorry for sending in another one, I just had a really good idea come to mind!

Fandom: Bill & Ted

Reader: Gender Neutral & Neurodivergent

Pairing: Bill S. Preston x Reader (Romantic) Ted Logan x Reader (Platonic)

Idea: Bill, Ted, and Y/N are getting together for a sensory safe Halloween. Bill and Y/N are a couples costume of Han Solo and Leia with Ted dressed up as Chewbacca. They are having a chill time, watching fun Halloween films, eating sensory safe candy, with nothing but candles and Fairy Lights to light the room.

then maybe evil Bill and Ted come and disrupt the fun and really put a fright on y/n (or something like that)

you don’t have to fulfill this anytime soon, you can save it until close to Halloween, I just thought it would be fun

Warnings: Mild descriptions of overwhelming noise/lights

Words: 2K

Notes: The way I started this two days before Halloween and only just managed to get it done today... We shan't speak of it 🫡 Just to brighten your evening - I finished this whilst dressed as Columbia from Rocky Horror

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"Dude, are you sure this costume is okay?" Ted asks his best friend, carding his hand through the coarse fur of his costume. He looked a little strange - an almost perfect recreation of Chewbacca, only to cut off just above the shoulders, with Chewbacca's furry face replaced instead by the very ordinary looking head of Ted Logan. "Like... Do you think the fur is the right texture?" "Huh?" Bill replied, turning slightly as he made another attempt to put his fake blaster in it's holster; every time he had tried thus far had resulted in the whole belt starting to fall down. "Dude, I've told you a million times, it's fine!" Bill exclaimed, "It looks good, and it's an alright texture..." He trailed off a little bit, his focus moving again to his belt and blaster. "You okay there, dude?" "Yeah, just... Struggling with this belt, man. Can't get it to stay up..." He mumbles in response. "Did you tuck it in to the loops?" Ted asks, trying to peer over his friend's shoulder in the mirror. "Y'know, like I showed you with mine?" "Oh, shoot, no... Thanks man!" Bill exclaimed, quickly rectifying his mistake. How he had overlooked his best friend's advice he had no idea, but thankfully it was easy enough for him to fix.

"You excited?" Bill asks, as Ted prepares to put the Chewbacca mask over his face, after what had seemed like an eternity fussing and faffing about with the rest of his costume. "Oh, yeah!" Ted's reply is incredibly enthusiastic, but then again, could you really expect anything less from him? He gets to watch movies and binge on sweets with his two favourite people, who wouldn't be as enthusiastic as him? "You know, Ted..." Bill starts, turning to fully face his best friend as he spoke. "I don't think you'll be able to see anything during the movie with that head on.." "I know, but I at least want to wear it for a little while! I saved up for ages for this, man... I want to get some use out of it before it goes back on my shelf..." "Oh, no sure, dude, I just don't want you missing out on the movie is all..." Bill chuckled gently, he knew how much Ted had been looking forward to dressing as Chewbacca.

It had been your idea, originally. A couples costume for yourself and Bill, with something for Ted so that he was included too - though Star Wars hadn't been the initial plan. At first, you had had no idea what you were all going to go as - you only had the concept of the three of you in mind. It was after a few hours of shared silent deliberation, that Bill had suggested Star Wars: and how fitting that was, when you thought about it! Leia, and Han - the couple, for you and Bill to pose as - and then, Chewbacca for Ted, the perfect companion, and it all tied in ever so nicely.

"Right, how do I look?" You asked the pair, making them both jump as you push the garage door open. Bill turns to look at you first, and his jaw practically drops. It's amazing how such a simple costume can make him become so much more smitten with you - he's speechless for a moment, until a quiet 'woah' from Ted breaks him from his thoughts. "Babe, that is perfect-" He rushes to your side, carefully running his hands over the fabric, amazed at how soft it is - if only that material could be used for some of his normal clothes, that would be paradise. "You think so?" "Yeah - you look fantastic!" Bill grins up at you as he speaks, his fingers still grasping at the fabric that made up your costume. "Where did you get this?" He asks, "This doesn't feel anything like any costume I've found recently..." "Oh, I made it..." You chuckle quietly, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. "Made it? But-" Ted started, about to point out how many times you'd had to have rewind a tape, or gone to reruns of the movies to be able to plan out something like a dress pattern for it. "Yeah, I know," You cute him off, "I think I ended up watching it like... twenty times?" You shrug, "It was actually a lot simpler than I thought it was going to be... And nice Chewbacca, Ted, but... Not sure if that's the right face for him, is it?" You tease, and Ted can't help but laugh as he takes a few steps away, going to retrieve the rest of his costume.

"Okay, right... you two are ready, right?" Ted called from behind the camera, as you and Bill fussed over each other - his loose waistcoat, your wig, his belt again, your hood which... Never seemed to fall quite how you wanted it to. "Uh - yeah, alright-" Bill fusses over you for a moment longer, but eventually steps away, as Ted rushes over, having put a little timer on the camera. The three of you bustle about for a moment, getting into a position that's good for everyone; Bill has an arm round your waist, your arm is around his shoulder, pulling him in close, whilst Ted stands behind you both, holding his hands up a little bit as if he's roaring. The flash goes off, and you all wait an extra second or so before Ted goes to dismantle the camera. "When we get that developed, I'm so having that up on my wall..." Bill tells you, with a giddy little smile. You push his shoulder playfully, "As if I won't be the one to keep it..." You joke, shaking your head at him. "Hey, Bill?" Ted calls, arms spread as far as they can reach as he tries to set up a sheet for the projector, not wanting to disturb the moment between the two of you, but not having much of a choice if you all wanted to get the movie going soon. "A little help?" With a quiet 'oh, sure' Bill dashed to the other man's aid, leaving you to happily gather all the pillows and blankets you could find scattered around the house, along with - of course - a few snacks and drinks for you all.

"Okay, you two ready?" You ask, finishing setting up the projector. Ted had just put his Chewbacca head out of the way and was settling himself down on some of the pillows, arranged in a little nest for himself. "Yeah!" They respond in unison. As you go to snuggle with Bill, he mumbles quietly to you, "I can't believe my dad is letting us watch this..." You're not sure of Bill's tone here, but you nod slowly anyway. "Neither can I... Never seen this before..." You reply, and Bill nods back at you - neither has he. As the opening begins, and the three of you start to munch on your assorted snacks, the power goes down. It's completely unexpected, and plunges you all into near complete darkness. The projector has clicked off, the fairy lights flickered out, and your only source of light is the glow of the street lamp outside. "Huh-?" Is Ted's reaction, whilst Bill remains silent, but clings more to you. You cling to him in return, using his presence to try and ground yourself from the scare. "I'm gonna go check the fuse box in the house - you guys stay here.." Ted told you both; it may have been Bill's house, but Ted knew it just as well as the blonde did. Bill warily starts to get up as well; "I'm just going to check the fusebox in the corner, okay babe?" He says quietly to you - and his voice is gently, but not explicitly, trying to tell you that you could say no to this, if it made you feel less anxious. You nod slowly, loosening your grip on him to let him go to the corner of the garage. You could still feel your heart pounding in your chest, but you run your hands over the fabric of your costume to try and calm yourself as Bill heads into the darkness, round the corner to check on the fuse box. He's there for a few minutes, before some movement and a tap at the nearby window catch your attention.

There's two figures standing there, whose silhouettes you... Almost recognise. You get up, moving towards the window. The closer you get, the more you think you can make out about them: it's Bill, and Ted, but there's something not quite right about them - besides, of course, the fact that they had both suddenly ended up outside. Neither of them had their costumes on, but instead,Bill had donned a baseball cap, and Ted's hair was styled in a middle-part, rather than how they normally presented themselves. It was still them, for sure, but... Something about them just didn't sit right with you. As you draw closer, Bill lurches at the window, making you stumble back as he pushes the window open - and Ted tosses something inside, before the pair dash off. There's a moment of silence, before whatever it was Ted had dropped through the window burst into a flurry of crackles and sparks. It assaults your eyes in the darkness, and you cry out, hands instantly moving to cover your face as you stumble back a little bit more. You trip this time, falling flat on your backside with another cry. Footsteps rush towards you from behind, and you feel hands on your upper arms, making you jump in surprise and flail your arms in an almost last-ditch attempt to defend yourself, should this be the off-Bill and Ted.

"Hey, hey-" It's Bill's voice, and he's hurriedly trying to calm you. "What happened?" He asks you, noticing a few dying embers of the firecrackers that had been put in his garage. You just point towards the window, mumbling something that he can't quite understand. Hell, you're not even sure if you can understand it entirely. Bill notices the window, now hanging open, and rushes to close it again, lest any other pranksters try and test the boundaries of your resilience. "It's okay-" He tells you, sitting on the floor beside you, and pulling you into his arms. He knows - better than anyone - that just having someone there can help ground you again, and if it had to be anyone, the best choice was always him. "You're okay..." He whispers to you, "I'll keep you safe, don't worry..." His hand is gentle as it strokes your hair, soothing you back down from your panic. The lights soon flicker on around you, and perhaps a minute or so after this, Ted is back in the room with you both. He's about to say something - probably a joke - but stops himself before he even speaks, when he sees the state you're in. His eyes flit to Bill; 'What happened here?' is the silent question. Bill just shrugs in response, he has absolutely no idea. He doesn't want to ask just yet, either - it's too soon, and he wants you to be able to calm down and recover a little bit before probing the subject. "So, uh... Movie?" Ted probes, and you wearily shake your head. "No... I think I'd much rather just... Hang out with you guys and pig out on candy..." "Dude, that's cool with me-" Ted says, nodding, before gathering all the sweets together in the centre of the room. Bill helps you over, and you all sit in a little circle, passing each other your favourite sweets to try, and laugh at each other's faces if they didn't like them. You stayed in that tight little circle of yours all night - until you all fell asleep in the early hours of the morning. Needless to say, despite things not going to plan, and the bad fright you had suffered, it was a very good Halloween with your boyfriend, and his best friend, and you looked forward to doing it all again, come next year.

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

Crimson & Clover | Ted “Theodore” Logan x Reader (Oneshot)

Word Prompt: Sports

Words: 1677

Fandom: Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure

Summary: You are a soccer player that met Ted at a rock concert. He gets insecure from the teasing he gets from your teammates, but you try to assure him that you don’t care about what they say.

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People wondered how two seemingly different people ended up together. Ted wasn’t so crazy about school, but he was crazy about music and when he met you, he became crazy about you. It was at a rock concert when you had bumped into him and his friend, Bill. You recognized them instantly as the ones that kept being called on in class, but you didn’t count on them recognizing you.

“Dude, it’s the soccer babe from history!” Bill yelled over the music. You raised an eyebrow, having heard what he said. Ted shoved Bill, but he didn’t deter in his teasing. “Come on, dude, show some moves!”

Bill shoved him towards you as you watched in amusement. Ted threw a dirty look at his friend that nervously turned to you. He scratched his neck as he looked at you, his mouth moving but you couldn’t hear anything over the ongoing concert.

“What?” you asked, leaning in closer.

“I said you are looking most excellent today!” Ted shouted just as the band finished their song. Several people looked at Ted and laughed before turning back to the stage. His cheeks heated as he shuffled in place.

You smiled at him, putting a comforting hand on his arm. You leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you,” you said in his ear, then started to cheer for the next song.

He had asked you out after the concert and the two of you had been together ever since. You supportive of his dream of a band with Bill, the Wyld Stallyns, and his was supportive of you playing for the soccer team. When your teammates first saw your boyfriend, they’d teased that you could snap him like a twig if you hugged him too hard and how he should stand far away before a ball hits him and knock him out. You punched them. Playfully, of course, though their arms were bruised after that.

Ted wasn’t big on exercising, you knew, but after they told him that, he started to follow you to the gym. On his first day, you could already tell that he had no clue where to start or how to operate the machinery. You helped him by starting a warm-up and stretches, then showed him around the gym. He nodded along, but he remained uncharacteristically quiet.

“Don’t push yourself,” you warned him, “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Yeah, of course, (Y/n/n), no problem,” he said, staring at a guy doing deadlifts at the back of the gym and flinching when he dropped the weights.

You rubbed his arm reassuringly. “Well, okay. I’m heading over to the treadmill-”

“Okay, got it.” He flashed you a bright smile and walked off to the nearby weights. You watched him leave, not wanting to leave him alone on his first day.

You were finishing another lap on the treadmill, the pumping of your blood in your along with the guitar riffs from the rock music that Ted had given you, when you heard a crash followed by a shout that suspiciously sounded like your Ted.

You shut the treadmill off and frantically looked around for your boyfriend when you saw a crumpled figure on the floor with other gym goers surrounding him. You rushed over to his side, one of the gym employees carefully cradling his foot that was starting to swell.

“What happened,” you asked the employee.

“He dropped weights on his foot and he landed badly,” he said with a grimace. “ He’s twisted it pretty bad. We’ve called the paramedics already.”

“Thank you.” You kneel next to Ted as the other employee shooed the other people away. Ted’s face was twisted up in a frown, his hands clenched into fists as he endured the pain. You took your hand towel and dabbed at his sweating forehead. “Oh, Ted,” you sighed.

-

Your big game was coming up and you really wanted Ted to go and cheer you on, but he refused to talk to you. You asked Bill what was wrong, but he brushed it off too quickly while avoiding your gaze. After the incident at the gym, Ted had a cast fitted on him and his dad had been scolding him about proper gym etiquette and safety. When you went to see him, he turned his head and came up with an excuse of having to do his homework. So instead, you asked Bill if he could check up on him for you.

Ted watched you leave his house for the third time that week from his bedroom window, his chest tightening as you looked back with a crestfallen expression. Your eyes met his, making him feel caught in the act of something. He quickly looked away and waited until you started back home. He was more embarrassed than anything, but he couldn’t possibly tell that to someone who was so confident and sure of yourself.

He heard his dad’s footsteps making their way towards his room soon after. He limped over to his bed and opened a textbook to a random page with his best thinking look with a hand placed under his chin in contemplation.

His dad opened the door the scene before him and sighed. “You need to talk to her,” he said.

“Dad, can’t you see that I’m studying for school?” Ted said, holding his textbook up for emphasis, but his dad could see that he was holding it upside down.

“Normally I would discourage any distractions from school, but Bill is more of a distraction than you having a girlfriend. Heck, your grades improved ever since you started dating her. She’s... ,” his dad sighed again and stood next to his bed with his arms crossed, “She’s good for you, Theodore. And she’s hurt. What exactly happened?”

Ted threw his textbook down and ruffled his hair. “It’s totally stupid,” he mumbled.

“Ted, this is you we’re talking about. Nothing will surprise me.”

Ted huffed. “It’s just… (Y/n) is, like the most excellent soccer player in her team and she’s so tough, and funny, and such a babe, and like, her teammates don’t think we match because I’m this weak airhead from class.”

“What did (Y/n) say to them?”

“Well, she punched them and, like, really let’um have it and told them off.”

“So you believed them even though (Y/n) doesn’t,” his dad surmised. “She clearly still likes you despite your short attention span and terrible guitar skills and weird antics.”

“Thanks, dad. I totally messed up most heinously,” Ted said in defeat, “Hey, dad?”

His dad paused next to the door. “Yes?”

“Can you help me with something?”

-

You finished the team warm-up and stretches, sitting down with the others and fished out your water bottle. Your teammates were talking excitedly to each other, hyping each other up and glancing back at the opposing team.

“Your boyfriend’s not here today,” the goalie, Amanda, said, sitting next to you. “You guys had a fight?”

You sighed. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Ted doesn’t seem to be one to hold a grudge. I’m sure it’ll be fine. He’s crazy about you. We need you to focus today. Get your head in the game.” She patted your shoulder and shoved you playfully.

You forced a small and nodded. You and Ted rarely fought. When you had your disagreements, he was always open to talk about it. You knew how strict his dad was and would tell him to finish his homework before going out on a date. You would even quiz him with the incentive of a kiss for each question he got right. That definitely motivated him. He was your biggest cheerleader and you could really use his happy energy right now.

The first kick off was about to start when everyone heard loud whooping from the sidelines. The two teams turned and saw two goofballs, a tall dark haired boy leaning on crutches with his shorter blonde friend, with large signs with your team’s named painted on. Those were your goofballs.

“Yeah, (Y/n)!” Ted shouted.

You duck your head in embarrassment from the attention shift, but you were happy he was here. You shook yourself and gave them a thumbs up. They reciprocated with large smiles.

The game commenced with loud cheering from both sides of the field. You’ve managed to score one goal and assisted for the rest of the first half of the game. When you were switched out during the second half, Ted was already waiting for you at the with a gatorade before kissing your cheek.

“I’m really sorry for treating you like that, (Y/n/n). It was most uncool,” he said, bowing his head in shame.

“It’s okay, I forgive you. You do realize that I don’t care about all those things that my teammates said, right? I love you just the way you are.”

“I know, I’m an idiot. Wait, you love me?” His head shot up, his eyes wide.

You smiled at him. “Of course, you idiot.”

-

Halfway through the second half, you were switched back in due to a teammate’s injury. You scored the winning goal, your teammates rushing to your side and lifting you up. Bill and Ted cheered, doing air guitars together. After the brief celebration, your team shook hands with the opposing team and went off to collect your things. You grabbed your duffle bag and turned, spotting Ted by himself with his crutches. Bill was packing the signs away in the car that Ted’s dad let them borrow.

You dropped your duffle bag in front of him and lifted him up in a crushing hug before gently placing him back down.

“You were most excellent today!” Ted said with a bright smile.

“And you were the most excellent cheerleader today,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Do I get a prize?”

“Um…” Ted frowned until he finally put two and two together. “Oh, yeah, totally!” He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, your teammates whooping as they passed.