#ted Theodore logan x reader

[keanusteddy]

🎸 NEW GIRL AT SCHOOL 🎸 ted logan x reader headcanons

A/N: Trying out something a little different. I’m very nervous to post this, since I’ve only ever done bots before. Hopefully it isn’t total rubbish.

Ted definitely hadn’t been paying any attention to what was going on in the classroom before you walked in. He and Bill had been too busy brainstorming new song lyric ideas.

“Who cares about some short dead french dude. We won’t need all this useless information when Wyld Stallyns becomes famous.” Bill had said to Ted, whilst messily scribbling down some lyrics at the back of his history notebook.

Ted had been so focused on his songwriting, that he didn’t even notice you walk into the room. It was only when Mr. Ryan told him and Bill to pay attention, that he looked up to see you.

“Everyone listen up! This is y/n and they will be joining us this year at San Dimas High. I want everyone to make them feel welcome.” Whilst Mr. Ryan introduced you to the classroom, Ted stared at you with his big brown eyes. He looked like a love sick puppy dog.

“I’m in love dude.” Ted shuffled his seat closer to Bill and whispered to him.

When you end up sitting in the seat next to Ted (it was the only seat in class left), he immediately became flustered and nervous. There was no way that he could focus on the lesson now even if he tried.

Throughout the whole lesson, Ted couldn’t help but steal glances in your direction. He also attempted to impress you with his laidback and nonchalant attitude, cracking jokes and giving witty responses during class discussions to catch your attention. However, it seemed that Ted’s antics had not impressed you.

Ever since you joined Ted’s history class, he had been arriving on time to Mr. Ryan’s lessons. Ted didn’t want you to think of him as the class slacker, even though he was already pretty much one.

Ted wants you to think that he’s smart. He’ll sit up a bit straighter in his seat and pay more attention in class. He even takes notes! Mr. Ryan can’t believe his eyes.

Ted may even raise his hand to answer questions and discuss historical events. He’s not correct most of the time but his silly responses sometimes get a smile and a giggle out of you, which makes his day.

Ted still goes back into his own world and daydreams in class (specifically about you). At the back of his notebook, he doodles your name and his together with a big heart around it. Ted is also a good drawer. He’ll draw pictures of you both holding hands.

He always makes sure his notebook is in a secure place. He would die of embarrassment if you ever saw his silly little doodles. Not even Bill knows about them.

Ted becomes incredibly clumsy and awkward around you, constantly tripping over his own two feet whenever you are nearby. Countless times he’s almost bumped into somebody, walked into a trash can and dropped his school books in the hallway.

Ted was harmless but he would low-key act like a stalker. During lunch times he would attempt to discreetly follow you around and he would bring Bill along with him for moral support.

“Dude. You are seriously acting like a total stalker. Just go up and talk to her. Recite her some lyrics!” Bill would always say to Ted, trying to convince him to make a move.

Ted has been observing you so much, that he now knows what you bring to lunch each day and where your favourite spots are to sit and eat.

Ted thinks he’s being sneaky, but a few times you have spotted him hiding behind a tree or a bush. His fluffy hair would always been sticking out.

Both of your lockers are right near each others in the hallway. Ted will peak around from his open locker door and watch as you put your books away or take out books.

One day you spotted him peaking around at you and you gave him a friendly smile. Ted nearly fainted on the spot.

You are now the inspiration for the songs that Ted writes. These songs often talk about your beautiful smile, and bubbly personality. Ted only wishes that one day you could hear it :((

[generalkenobee]

Me and my mutuals

[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.

[fushic0re]

👙— what would your favorite Keanu! character be like with a Barbie core! gf? 🥰

you should know by now that i don't just have one favorite keanu character 😳

༊*·˚ john wick— i think he'd find it really endearing? it's not usually what he's drawn to, but hell, it's his girl so how could he not love the barbie-ness that comes with you? plus, he has the money to support your lifestyle. his barbie gf would be a barbie wife in no time with the best of the best.

༊*·˚ kevin lomax— like john, he would find it endearing. this southern gentleman thinks his barbie gf (who he too will make a barbie wife before she can even blink) is a sweet breath of fresh air! he adores how hyper feminine you are bc it makes him feel more masculine and dominant. score! barbie found herself a lawyer husband!

༊*·˚ ted logan— he! loves! it! ted would totally come with you to get your nails done and talk your ear off about how much he loves you. he'd want you to model merch for wyld stallyns. totally writes love songs about you. starts wearing pink with you bc it's a way of life.

༊*·˚ johnny silverhand— secretly lives for it. you're definitely not his usual type, but you're still a stone cold fox and he's a man so...he's having you. like kevin, he loves how your hyperfemininity makes him feel more masculine. he also secretly loves seeing your pink belongings mix with his dark...well, everything.

༊*·˚ neo— supportive and adoring :') if you like it, he loves it and it's as simple as that. fucks around with your computer so that everything is pink and glittery <3

[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 fuxk 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!”

[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.

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"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

-

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.

[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.

[agaypanic]

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

[6lostgirl6]

I saw your requests were open and I IMMEDIATELY ran for the inbox. I love your work, friend! Anyway, I liked the poly Bill and Ted with an SO post you did, but I'd love to take it one step further and request OLDER Bill and Ted (like in Face the Music). Maybe how they'd be with an SO who's a huge fan of their music. Just an adoring fangirl who worships the ground they walk on and makes them feel young again 🥰

Thank you! 💜

Older!Bill and Ted With a Fan S/O

Pairing: Older!Bill and Ted x Fem!Reader

TW: Fluff, cursing, NSFT content, Age Gap [Reader is 25+], Mentions of dp, breeding kink, public sex, creampie, cockwarming

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this request and I hope you enjoyed it! I honestly feel like I didn't do my best for this, I apologize!😭❤️

SFW:

The saviors of existence itself were holding a concert every few months, and they were finally playing in your area for the very first time. At a lower price, you quickly took advantage of the opportunity to purchase backstage passes to meet with them. 

Bill and Ted preferred having their meet and greets before the concerts, since they would usually be tired and wanting to go back to the bus and rest after another intense night. Sadly, they weren’t young anymore.

When you arrived and stood in line, your body couldn't stop shaking from both adrenaline and nervousness.

Despite how much Bill and Ted loved their fanbase, many of their meet and greets consisted of fangirls sexualizing them to their faces which left them not looking forward to them at times.

However, when it was your turn, you were like a breath of fresh air.

You were incredibly kind, asked appropriate questions, and seemed genuine about learning more about them and their albums that literally changed the world.

Bonus: You were a gorgeous babe.

However, they felt a little guilty because you were much younger than them, 15 years between you and them. But, they couldn't help their attraction to you.

They actually moved you from your original seat to the front row where you would be closer to them. They just couldn't understand the pull and wanting to have where where they could see you from the stage with a huge smile on your face.

After the concert, they gave you their number, wanting to keep in contact with you.

You've been calling, facetiming, and messaging them for a long while, a few months before Bill and Ted confronted each other about their feelings for you. They agreed they were more than happy to have you be with both of them.

Soon, the three of you were in a relationship and eventually went public.

Sure, there was a little backlash, but you're relationship was heavily supported by the fanbase.

Ted is the more affectionate partner in the relationship and he didn't mind public displays of affection. Bill is a little more reserved but behind closed doors is another story.

As their girlfriend, you now have backstage access for free!

If you were really into music, they will teach you how to play their guitars.

For your birthday, they would get you your very own custom guitar! Happy birthday babe!

Important dates can be forgotten at times, but it's not out of malicious intent. Ted forgets to write shit down on the calender when Bill tells him to.

They give you all matching bracelets to wear, it shows everyone that you belonged to each other.

NSFW

It is ritual that Bill and Ted fuck the shit out of you after their concerts, when their blood is pumping and adrenaline in their system.

Ted would be a soft dom and would always prioritize your pleasure before his own. He'll make you cum three times before he even sticks his dick in you.

Bill would have a daddy kink, being your provider and taking care of you in bed while you call him Daddy makes the blood run south.

Bill loves lingerie on you, his favorite colors on you are pastels

Ted prefers you in bold colors, it honestly distracts him.

Please film yourself in lingerie and tease them, they love it so much.

Ted is into filming you all fucking, it turns him on to re-watch the footage when Bill and him are away on tour and you couldn't come for some reason.

Get used to getting double penetrated or eiffel towered, the boys are not against fucking you at the same time.

Ted has a bit of a breeding kink. With his bad relationship with his father, he wants to be able to be a better father than him and provide for you.

He often thinks about having little ones that are a mixture between the two of you.

Therefore, he's going to cum inside you everytime. He'll even leave his dick inside so nothing spills out.

Bill is into exhibition, he loves the risk of teasing or fucking you in public.

Spam Liking W/O Reblogging = Blocked

Taglist: Comment to be added!!

@prettywhenibleed @leiasolo77 @britany1997

[generalkenobee]

hello! do you have anymore ted logan headcanons you'd be up for sharing? or possibly evil robot ted? im currently experiencing ted logan brainrot because I recently watched the first 2 films for the first time and I have the PHATTEST crush on ted lol it's embarrassing

AHHHH YESYESYES I DO THANK YOU YESYESYESYES I LITERALLY HAVE SOOOO MANY TED LOGAN IDEAS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW

Warnings: contains both SFW and NSFW

🎸cutie patootie! Ted

- oh my gosh he loves you

- he'll do anything you ask.. anything!

- once in history looked at Bill and said "dude I'm totally a president!" After learning about teddy Roosevelt

-smells you...like a lot

-gives the best hugs ever like actually

-youre the first to get your license in the relationship so you drive him to school every morning while he plays music

-lets you paint his nails and put makeup on him

-always holding hands

-definition of a gentle giant

-his hands are about twice the size of yours

-likes to be the little spoon

-Ted Theodore Logan can not cook.

-please play with his hair

-the first time you complained about your period his dead ass response was "what's that?" 💀

-his dad doesn't really like you but he doesn't really like anyone so it's ok

-him sneaking in your room in the middle of the night while everyone is asleep>>>

NSFW

-sub/ gentle dom

-you'll never forget the noise he said when he first slid in it was like "wait wait wait oh my- I augh.. please no.. it's too much please i-" and it was only half his length-

-sososososoo pussy whipped

-lazy sex

-gently jerky him while he sits on his bed and tells you about his day

-PERV!

-literally taking peaks down your blouse all the time

-lovesss to suck on your boobs while you run your fingers through his hair, holding him close to you

-wont tell anyone what you do together because it's such an intimate moment

-other than Bill...

-bursts into the room while holding your hand pulling you along " BILL BILL BILL GUESS WHAT WE JUST DID!!"

-doesn't realize how horny you get when you see him play

-hes also clueless so..this is how that plays out

"Ted you're so good at guitar.." you said biting your lip looking him up and down "your fingers just move so fast baby" your sweet boyfriend looked up at you from his instrument smiling "thanks babe!" After he said that he quickly looked back down working on his music. You say there looking him in the eye rubbing your thighs together while literally telling him how much you loved his fingers and he just looked away

-hes a massive pervert but he's clueless at the same time yk?

-does not know how to please you the first time so just be patient and tell him what you like

-first time he ate you out was like a dog trying to get peanut butter out of one of those toys..

-I feel like he would excel at fingering you..I mean have you seen the guys hands? And he plays guitar?

-sneaking in just to finger you>>

-lord please moan his name while he's rutting up into you..

IF YOU WANNA HEAR ABOUT MORE OF EVIL! TED LET ME KNOW I KINDA JUST DID CUTIE! TED FOR THISSS🩷

[97keanu]

Ted Logan x Historic!Reader

Premise: Reader and Ted have been dating for a short while, but had met on one of Bill and Ted's many time adventures. Reader is from the past, and is going to her first Halloween party in 1992. Reader who was stuck with the expectations of women in the past who finally feels free to do as she pleases. Reader experiences 90s twenty-something culture to it's fullest with her wonderful boyfriend.

Tags/CW: Fluff, autumnal/halloween themed, boyfriend!ted, stoner!Ted + Bill, reader gets high but is a lightweight, drinking/drug mentions, anxious!reader, shy!reader, soft!ted, ted reassures reader and is the sweetest boyfriend, dancing the night away, ted tells you he loves you, ted who loves PDA.

Authors Note: tiny text just to save room, rest of post is normal. This one has surprisingly no smut, so if you've been wanting to read a cute, fluffy fic, this one is for you! I kept which part of the past reader is from vague so that you may fill that in as you like! ʚ♥︎ɞ

The house is already lit up, the sounds of heavy metal blasting through the open windows, while the rustling of leaves crunch around your red heels. You look over to your boyfriend Ted with a bit of worry, trying to gauge his reaction. You haven't lived in San Dimas long, in fact, you haven't lived in 1992 for that long either. You still can't believe this loveable goof had dazzled you into his phone booth, taking you from the past and so far into the future. There are times where you wonder if it was the right move, but Ted has always assured you that he would take you right back home if you ever said the word.

And here you are, dressed as what Ted described as a "cartoon" character (which you're sort of becoming familiar with since he and Bill insist on their "Saturday morning cartoons") who supposedly solves mysteries of some sort. You think Ted looks pretty normal tonight, his shirt a particular shade a green and his pants a reddish brown. He completes the look with joint he has stashed behind his ear for later.

You pull your attention back to the big house, it seems almost abandoned, or at least well partied. Tonight, the barren trees outside sport toilet paper waving in the wind, and the orange glow from inside occasionally flashes to green or purple. The thump of Motley Crüe can be heard as you two walk up, and other twenty-somethings adorn the rickety porch their own costumes. Ted laughs as he greets someone dressed as Freddy Krueger (he made sure to get you up to date on your horror movies this month) with a chest bump before glancing down at you. He sees your worried expression and reaches to hold your hand.

"Don't worry babe, everyone's going to like, totally love you!" He smiles that earnest, puppy dog smile of his, and you feel some of the worry subside. You hold onto his hand as you enter the loud, crowded house.

Vince Neil is just finishing his last 'Shout at The Devil' as you squeeze between two Ghostbusters to keep up with Ted. Everything here is so new and strange to you, you hardly understand half of the costumes, even with Bill and Ted spending extra time to keep you culturally in touch with the early 90s. The glow of the kitchen beckons Ted, and you follow.

Inside you see Bill, dressed up as in a giant brown dog suit. Ted sees him and immediately throws his arms open into a happy hug.

"Scoob!!" He yells to Bill, pretending to be in character for the moment. Bill responds with a 'Raggy!' and the two embrace with a smile.

When the two part, Bill looks over your costume approvingly.

"You make an awesome Velma!" He exclaims and throws up a hand to high five. You do so, getting better at the timing these little rituals require. You glance down at your orange sweater and short red skirt, feeling happy that you've overcome your first Halloween hurdle.

Bill and Ted begin talking, and you listen in. You've always been shy, even in your own timeline you were praised for being such a quiet and obedient child. Now, you feel happy to be around such a ray of sunshine like Ted, and he is always ready to oblige your want to listen more than talk when it comes to the social situations. He makes sure to check in, even without saying, like now, when he wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you closer with a quick kiss to the top of your head. He's never shy to give you PDA, and anyone who would feel bold enough to say something about it would be met with a happy indifference by Ted.

Eventually Bill pulls Ted, who in turn pulls you, towards the semi crowded living room. A couple is just getting up, the woman dragging her man longingly to the bathroom, so Bill let's you and Ted take their seat, Bill props himself happily up on the couches arm rest. The room is filled with smoke and laughter, and Ted gives your hand a warm squeeze and a look to make sure you're doing alright. You nod.

Even though the youth culture is so seemingly bizarre on the outside in this time, you know it's not all that much different from what you and your friends did back at home. People laugh into bottles of beer around you, and you remember the taste of the bitter liquid from your time as well. Ted pulls the joint from his ear at Bill's request, and Bill offers a helpful lighter from his jeans. They both take turns inhaling what the joint has to offer, holding it in their lungs, and releasing it to the orange streaked sky. The smoke swirls in the lights and the colors stream through it like hands through hair.

Ted passes it towards you. You pause for a moment. This substance is newer to you, but you've experimented with it with Ted before. Usually you would have a puff or two in the night, especially when Ted had gotten the next day off work from the Cheesy Pretzel. You were surprised to find you actually really enjoyed the feeling of 'being high' as Ted called it. And he was right to call it that, you quickly found.

You take the joint from Ted, giving a small puff, and trying to hold it like them, but ending up in a small coughing fit. Ted laughs a little at your lightweightness and rubs your back gently and kindly. You smile back at him when you've finally recovered, happy to be leading this young, strange, life. You pass the joint back to Bill and lean into the warmth of Ted's body.

You glance at the tiny TV before the couch, feeling your mind slowly getting more relaxed and thoughts slipping away one by one. The TV glows with the image of Laurie Strode having her own smoke session with in her friends car and you feel more connected to this time. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. Even though sometimes you wonder if it was worth it to leave your whole life behind, moments like these, enclosed in your boyfriends arms, listening to his soft and happy chatter with friends, enjoying new and exciting life experiences, washed away any doubt. You can't believe how far you've come, how much expectations of your life you've lost. The hedonist in you is pleased, certainly.

You continue to quietly watch party goers until one of Ted's favorite songs comes on. He looks to you, his usual goofy smile appearing.

"Can I have this dance, m'lady?" He says with a laugh, despite not knowing if that's from your time or not. You find his humor and effort endearing, returning his smile and taking his outstretched hand.

He pulls you up gently, and moves to where others are enjoying the makeshift dancefloor. Dancing in this time is so different for you, but you laugh and try to follow Ted's movements, jumping about with him. He teaches you how to head bang to the fast song, his long hair a flurry about his fast when he does it. You copy him the best you can, but what matters most is how alive you feel right now. Whatever shell you had crawled into and begun to live in from your time was slowly cracking here, and Ted was the perfect light shining through those cracks.

You two continue to dance along to metal and rock, and you feel lighter with each jump. Soon enough, Ted pulls you in by your hips and places his forehead to yours as another song ends. Someone has to flip the tape, so the sound of the rest of the party is a blur in both your ears. He holds you close, obviously a bit worn out, but happy to be having such fun with you. You lean into his and he tilts your chin up for a kiss from his soft lips. You love when he does this, you had never been kissed before you met Ted, but now you feel as if he breathes more life into you with each one.

Ted pulls away and gazes into your eyes with a softness about him. He mouthes that he loves you, but when you miss what he said, he kisses up your neck to your ear, telling you his love with each kiss. You blush hard as he does this, shivers across your skin. You feel goosebumps under your orange sweater and have to adjust your fake glasses when he's done. He is blushing just as much as you, and you are grateful to be here with him.

The night continues and ends with laughs and fun for you and Ted, and you slowly find yourself not needing to think about the past, or future. You're here, in the present, with someone who loves you. That's all that matters.

[generalkenobee]

Ted ted core

hardcore porn: massaging his scalp until he falls asleep in my arms

[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.

[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.

[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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