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parvulous-writings · 7 months

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Bill and Ted Neurodivergency Headcanons

Just some little headcanons that have been bouncing back and forth in my mind recently! Very short, I just wanted to get my thoughts down and out there to be honest

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Bill and Ted both have AuDHD (Autism and ADHD), but to varying degrees.

My reasoning is thus: they are both impulsive, stim a lot together, and are at times slow to wrap their heads around certain things, unless it truly interests them. (Such as their interest in launching their band, vs their ability to retain anything they learn in history up until being face-to-face with it). I believe they may also have echolalia - they both use "dude" and similar terms frequently - and whilst these were of course popular terms when the original two films released, the pair carry these phrases well into their adult life, and since they still spend so much time around each other I believe it may be because they're just endlessly bouncing off one another.

Not to mention the fact that they stopped being sneaking in the Tudor Castle to be nerds about Star Wars, completely disregarding their task at hand until Ted falls down the stairs. .... And that they play 20 questions whilst falling down a hole.

Also not to mention the fact the amount of lyrics that they are able to recite at the drop of a hat? Their knowledge of Rock is immeasurable - because it's a shared special interest.

I'm not sure if I have any specific evidence of this (None comes to mind immediately) - but I have a sneaking suspicion that of the two; in Ted, his autism is more prominent, and in Bill, it's his ADHD.

I think it's reasonable to assume that neither of the boys have a diagnosis until later in life - by that point though there aren't exactly many resources for them, and they've already got a somewhat functioning support system (mainly one another, and of course, their wives whilst we're thinking about it). Bill probably tried to take meds at one point, but came off of them after about 3-4 months due to the headaches and loss of sleep that he started to suffer with. Ted was never prescribed meds, even in adulthood.

Going back to childhood/teen years, I don't think anyone really had many suspicions that they had AuDHD, simply because their interests and hobbies were relatively mainstream. If anyone did have the thought that something "may not be right", it would probably be Ted's dad, but he wouldn't have gone to the doctor about the fact. He more considers it a disciplinary issue - I.e, the fact that himself or any tutors haven't been as rigid or harsh as they should be to keep Ted in line, and on the right path to success.

In later life, though, I think it might be more obvious. They go more into less mainstream instruments when they bring in the theremin to their music - not only showing their devotion to music and all it's parts and genres, but also their fixation. (I don't know many people who know or listen to the theremin or music it containing it besides myself). Their inability or unwillingness to change their mannerisms, also, I think is a sign. They don't like change.

I may update/add to these at a later date, but these are my ideas on Bill and Ted's neurospicy situation - I personally think they are AuDHD as mentioned, and that may just be me projecting onto them, but at the same time I don't think there's any chance that these two are neurotypical - if you have any thoughts, feel free to share them!!

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trashvampiree · 1 year

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love how Bill has this random image of polar bears just like on his shelf above his bed, what a king

#bnt #bill and ted #x reader #bill s preston esquire #ted theodore logan #ted isn't even in this post but i cant leave his name out i love him #headcanon bill fucking loved polar bears #i said 'bill fucking loved polar bears' as if he died #screaming

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6lostgirl6 · 1 year

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can i do a request for ted where him and bill go back to the past and meet the reader and they fall in love??

Futuristic Lover

Ted Theodore Logan x Reader

TW: Mentions of bullying towards Reader, few curse words

"Oh please, Rufus!" Bill cried out, “Why can’t we use the phone booth?!”

Rufus sighed, adjusting his sunglasses as Bill and Ted continued pleading to use the phone booth for something completely pointless. “Well boys, the universe isn’t in danger and you don’t have an important test that can change the course of your futures. There’s simply no point that’s all.” He explained, staring at the two boys.

Bill stood there for a minute, unable to come up with a clear excuse why they would need the phone booth. Rufus had a good point and Bill struggled as he continued trying to present something clever to change his mind.

“Well-” However, he was interrupted.

Ted fidgeted for a second before excitedly bringing his hand up, a wide smile on his face as if he was still in school waiting for permission to speak.

Rufus sighed again before nodding towards Ted,

“Yes, Ted?”

“As you’ve said, the universe isn’t in danger! Why? Well, it was because of us!” He started, moving his hands around as he spoke as if he was giving a presentation.

Bill started to smile towards Rufus, understanding what Ted was trying to say. His friend was indeed most excellent. Rufus wouldn’t be able to shoot them down again this time.

“And as young heroes, shouldn’t we be allowed the luxury of using the phone booth one last time?” Ted finished, the smile still on his face as Rufus continued to stare at him.

Rufus thought for a second and nodded, giving a small smile. “You’re right. Alright boys, you can use the phone booth.. Make your trip worthwhile because this will be the absolute last time.”

“Sweet! Thanks, Rufus!” Bill exclaimed, elbowing his excellent friend before rushing towards the phone booth, “Come on, Ted!”

“Wait up, Bill! Thanks, Rufus!” Ted said before rushing after his friend, entering the phone booth while Bill skimmed through the yellowed pages of the phonebook. Ted leaned down, looking through the pages as well for anything that would capture his eye.

“We need somewhere we haven’t really been before. Any ideas where we should go, my excellent friend?” Bill asked, glancing at him as he turned another page.

Ted read some of the contents before pointing towards a date that captured his eye in the phonebook. “What about here, Bill? We should check out the 50s!” He replied and pointed out the number for Bill.

“Sure, bud!” Bill started typing the number while Ted closed the door to the phone booth, preparing for another journey with his best friend.

He wondered what adventure he would discover this time.

____

Another day, another failed attempt at maintaining my sanity.

You sighed as you adjusted your binder and textbooks threatening to escape from your arms, silently wishing you hadn’t forgotten your school bag at home.

Your last day as a senior was absolutely horrendous and you were thrilled you were finally free from the clutches of final exams and relentless bullying from the boys in your grade. Their obnoxious laughing and horrible demeaning jokes were irritating to your ears. Luckily, you saved enough money to get on a bus and find the biggest city you can afford an easier life in.

You paused as you managed to make it to the crosswalk without any mishaps. You were surprised those boys didn’t follow you down the street. You glanced behind you before you began hearing the distant sounds of thunder.

You blinked, looking towards the once clear-blue sky that became dark with the promise of a seemingly powerful storm. Stormy-gray clouds huddling together and mixing into a similar feeling of seafoam.

‘Shit, I better get to the station quickly.’ You thought to yourself.

Taking a second, you glanced at both sides of the street before starting to make your way safely across the blackened concrete.

Until the sudden flash of light practically blinding you and the recoil of something falling managed to knock you completely to the ground. Your books and binder that were once safely in your arms were now scattered across the pavement.

You groaned from the twinge of pain from landing on your tailbone and slight rashes from your palms scraping against the rough texture of the pavement when you tried catching yourself.

“Are you okay?” A boyish-tone asked you, making you glance towards the direction it was coming from.

There were two boys standing in front of what seemed to be a phone booth unlike anything you’ve seen around town when you used to make stops at the bank for your father. One was adorable with short curly-blonde hair in clothes that were too inappropriate to be seen around town. You’ve never seen a boy show so much stomach before. He was a little shorter than his friend standing next to him.

He was taller with disarranged black hair that ended to the base of his neck dressed in a mix of black and white paired with a colorful orange jacket. You realized it was him that asked the question. Hewas extremely cute and you found yourself blushing a little having been still sitting in the middle of the street.

Ted was equally as smitten, looking down at you as you sat there on the road dressed in attire deemed fit for the 50s. He felt extremely guilty for having his phone booth almost practically crush you. You were gorgeous and he felt himself grow a little flustered and a bit dazed.

You hesitated before replying, “Um, y-yeah.” You watched as the black-haired boy reached down and offered his hand to you which you took almost immediately. “I guess I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

Ted continued looking down at you, your hand still held in his own that he believed felt entirely right. Now, he knows how Romeo felt when he was forced to read that heinous book with Bill in English class.

“No! It’s totally our bad, dude.” Bill replied, helping with picking up your fallen books and returning them to you in your free arm. He could see the way Ted seemed to be in his own mind as he continued watching you. “I’m Bill and this is Ted.” He introduced themselves.

‘Dude?’

You were pulled from your trance and slowly removed your hand away from Ted’s with cheeks feeling warm. Your eyes drifted towards Bill while still feeling that electrifying feeling of the black-haired boy still looking at you.

“I’m Y/N.” You replied before looking at the phone booth placed in the middle of the street. “How did you guys get that here?” You asked confused, walking around them to take a closer look at the contraption.

Ted went to reply, happy to tell you everything about the phone booth and the concepts of time travel that he understood, however Bill quickly cut him off. After their success at performing the most excellent oral report, Rufus advised them to be more cautious about telling other people about time travel, especially not in a very public setting.

“Think we can chat someplace a little more private?” Bill asked.

Ted was a little offended, shuffling as he wanted to be the one to introduce you to the fine advancements that time had to offer. However, he knew Bill was right with making sure they were in a more private setting.

You glanced at Ted before replying, “There’s a café a little ways down the street, not very many people visit it. We could go there.”

“Excellent!” They exclaimed as they followed you down the road that you pointed towards with you in the middle.

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You sat there, fiddling with your cup as you processed the information you were just told.

Apparently, time travel was possible and the two boys sitting across from you were originally from the eighties and have seen many important historical figures in the flesh. You were surprised you weren’t passing out yet.

“And…a phone booth was the best source of transportation?” You asked.

“I guess so.” Ted replied, “We broke it once and it’s not very spacious, most bogus indeed.”

Bill nodded in agreement.

Ted was a little anxious due to your reaction. He was hoping that you didn’t think they were insane and that you needed to get away or get the police! He really liked you and it would be totally bogus if you didn’t end up liking him back because you thought he was nuts.

However, he was surprised.

“When you return…could I possibly go with you?” You asked, continuing to fiddle with your cup rather than drinking the still warm liquid that was inside.

“You…want to go with us?” Ted asked instead, hoping he was hearing you correctly.

“Yeah..you see, I was actually on my way to the train station. I haven't had the best life here and wanted to go somewhere far away. But nothing is more far away than time itself!” You explained.

Ted felt a little bad for you, knowing that you must not have the best home life if you wanted to run away, consequences be damned. He shared a glance with Bill that only Bill seemed to understand.

Bill gave a small smile, “Sure you can!” He messed with his pocket before coming up with some change, some of which were completely outdated. “Oh…”

“I got it.” You chuckled before pulling out some of the money you were originally saving for your trip.

The three of you stood up and made your way back outside and towards the phone booth that was miraculously still there unbothered. You were a little anxious, now that you were leaving the place you once called home.

Suddenly, you felt something warm envelop your hand and you glanced down towards the source. The warm palm of Ted was holding onto yours and he gave you a warm smile when you glanced towards him.

“Everything will be fine, dude!” He said, giving your hand a small squeeze. “You’ll be fine with us!”

Your cheeks grew a little warm as you returned the squeeze, feeling your own smile return from the affectionate gesture and heart-warming words.

“I know I will” You replied as the three of you entered the phone booth.

Bill flicked through the pages before finding the correct number. “Ready?” He asked.

You glanced towards Ted and smiled more, giving his hand another squeeze.

“More than ready.”

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ar-agon · 2 years

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The Stallions

Note: I am so sorry this took so long, my motivation has been off and on for a while. I hope you all like it -Ar

Marko/Bill x Reader

Summary: After senior year Ted gets sent to boot camp and Bill just disappears. Feeling abandoned by your best friends you start your own band, called The Stallions in honor of your old band. Your tour finally brings you to Santa Carla and you end up running into a familiar face.

Requested: @zithera

Words: 2239

On a street in San Dimas, California was where it all started. You had just moved because your parents wanted a fresh start and warmer weather. You were dragged along, not old enough to fend for yourself yet. You didn’t leave many friends there, just your bandmates but still it was a tough change. That was until you heard a noise coming from your neighbor’s garage. You won’t really call it music or even good but you could tell that it was coming from a guitar. The first thought that came to mind was middle schoolers trying to form a band, you remembered your first band practice. It took another few days of settling to realize your neighbor was actually a kid your age and his friend. Smoke was billowing from the garage one day and you ran out of your house to check up on the kids.

“Are you alright?” you asked standing behind the two boys that had just exited the smoke.

“Oh, yeah. Happens all the time,” the brunette tells you as he turns around. The blond does the same but just stares at you.

“No wonder no one else came out,” you laugh once you finally scanned them for any injuries.

“Wow,” the brunette stared at you.

“What?”

“You're like totally…”

“Shut up Ted,” the blond finally spoke up.

“I wanna hear what he was going to say,” you looked at Ted, “I’m what, Ted?”

“Hot,” he finished with a dopey smile. That was not what you thought he was going to say as a blush dusted your cheeks.

“Oh,” you whispered, rubbing the back of your neck.

“I’m Ted Logan and this is…”

“Bill S. Preston Esq,” the blond bowed.

“Well nice to meet you, Bill and Ted,” you said before giving them your name in return, “I heard you playing, mind if I join? Totally cool if not.”

“No,” they both rushed out causing you to laugh.

“We mean you can join whenever you want,” Bill said. You smiled at him which caused him to blush. You were always attracted to the cute ones.

That was the start really. You showed up to one of their practices and they took you in as a member of the Wyld Stallyns. You tried to teach them how to play a little better, but they always seemed more focused on something else. It was easy to fall into a routine with them, go to school, work, and then band practice. Do it all over again. As school started to come to a close you were rather close to the guys. It was now Bill, Ted, and the new kid. New kid, it seemed like you never did outgrow that title in San Dimas. The more you hung out with them, the closer you got to Bill. He was sweet and made jokes that always had you laughing. It was his favorite thing to do. Even someone as dense as Ted could see that you two liked each other. Though no one made the first move, either too scared or too comfortable to do anything. All in all, senior year was going great. That was that until school ended and Ted’s father sent him away to Bootcamp. It happened so fast as well. One minute he was in the garage jamming out and the next his dad was picking him up. There was no Wyld Stallyns, just you and Bill. It stayed like that for a while. That was until you were the only one left.

Bill had told you he was going to visit some friends in a few towns over and that he would be back in no time. Well, no time turned out to be years. There was no point putting up missing posters or that was what his father said. Bill had gone to Santa Carla trying to find Ted. He had gotten a postcard from there from his bandmate. Santa Carla his dad told you was called the Murder Capital of the World and there were millions of missing posters up for other people. It was a lost cause, he hadn’t said it like that but you knew what he meant. Bill was probably dead. Your heart broke and you stayed in your room for a month crying until your parents convinced you to get on with your life, Bill would have wanted you to. Sitting alone in your room wasn’t going to make him happy.

So, you did the one thing that would have. You started a band. Contacting your old bandmates wasn’t that hard of a task. They all agreed to join the moment they got your call. Wanting to honor Bill, you named your band The Stallons with Ted’s permission of course. After two years of practice and doing local jigs, The Stallons grew into a household name. Every teenager and young adult knew who you guys were. That's what landed you this local tour. Your band has toured up and down California for the last few months. You were on your last leg of the tour, Santa Carla, and then back to San Dimas. It took your band a lot of convincing you to play Santa Carla. It meant a lot to bands around here to be able to play the boardwalk, they said. That is how you ended up there, they knew you couldn’t say no to them.

“Anyway, going in a group is better than going alone,” your drummer tells you backstage, “we’ll be fine.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” you tell them with a sigh.

“Then what is it?”

“What if he’s still here and I just wasn’t a good enough reason to come back to San Dimas?”

Your drummer spoke your name softly, “then he isn’t worth it.”

“I just really liked him.”

“I know…”

“Five minutes,” the stagehand tells them before moving on.

“Look, we will give the crowd what they want, and then we’ll explore the boardwalk after. How does that sound?”

You nod as you take a deep breath, “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

With a clap on your back, your drummer slipped onto the stage first, “what’s up Santa Carla!!” they say into the mic causing the crowd to scream.

You exit the backstage last with a large grin on your face, “Hello Santa Carla! We are The Stallions and we hope that you will rock out with us for a while.” It was easy losing yourself in the music. Lyrics you have been singing for years now just roll off your tongue. Usually, the crowds morph into each other but this one was different. It was like you could see every single person in front of you. It was halfway through the show when you saw him or at least you thought you did. He was in the crowd one second and gone the next. Bill. It had to be him, you could never forget his face. Your father had called it young love, something that would pass but you knew with Bill what you had was deeper than that. You just never had the chance to figure it out. Your voice stuttered a bit as you finished your song. Your eyes kept scanning the crowd to find him again. It took a minute for you to just chop it up to your imagination. That you wanted to see him so much, you had made him up.

“Most people don’t know why we picked The Stallions as our name. Would you like to hear the story?” You said stalling for a moment to give your guitarist changed instruments.

The crowd cheered as a response.

“It’s a short one but I used to be in another band before this one. Shocker I know. It was just me and two very important people to me. I lost one to boot camp and the other, well I don’t truly know what happened to him. Our band name was Wyld Stallyns and my beautiful bandmates let me honor my old band with this one. I wouldn’t be here where I am today without Wyld Stallyns and Bill and Ted,” as you talked you caught a familiar sight of curly blond hair in the crowd, “wanna hear a little more gossip while we continue to change some instruments?” You were feeling a bit bolder, if he was in the crowd he wanted him to know how you felt and if not it would feel nice to get it off your chest.

The crowd screamed as an answer as they always do.

You laugh, “alright, alright. I had a crush on one of these boys. Bill S. Preston Esq., he was the sweetest person I have ever met, he never failed to make me laugh, and he made me this mixtape of songs that made him think of me for my birthday that I still have. I think I miss him the most, Ted and I still keep in touch but Bill. Well, I don’t actually know where he is now. I just hope he’s out there somewhere listening to my songs. Like you lovely people.”

The music started to kick up after that and you sang your heart out for this song. It was one that you had written for Bill, not that anyone actually knew that. It was mournful and filled with love. There were three more songs after that including the encore before your band left the stage. Your drummer was ready to explore the boardwalk practically bouncing off the walls. You laughed and told them to go as you started to help pack the gear away. You promised to meet them there as they all disappeared into the crowd.

You were helping load a speaker when someone called your name behind you. Turning your head, you almost dropped the speaker at the sight one the boy now standing backstage. Another worker grabbed the equipment from you as you froze in place.

“Bill?” you whispered before moving towards him, “I thought you were dead.”

“Well, I’m right here,” he said, spreading his arms as if to show you all of him still in one piece.

“I can see that,” you nodded, “why didn’t you come back? You left me alone in San Dimas.”

“I… I found some new friends and they took me in.”

“You found new friends?”

“Yeah. I needed a new start,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “and Santa Carla gave that to me.”

“And I couldn’t? You still had me but clearly, I wasn’t a good enough reason for you to stay.”

“No, that’s not…” he sighed, running his hand through his now longer hair. A few things had changed about him. He was still rocking the crop top but now he sported a colorful jacket and chaps over his jeans. Maybe, he had changed from the silly teenage boy to whatever punk he was now.

“Then what?”

“I was going to come back to you. Hell, I was even going to ask you to marry me,” he rambled out.

“You were going to what?” you stared at him speechless. Marriage? You had thought that maybe one day Bill would get the courage to ask you out but marriage. That was something you had never thought of before. Though now that you were, it didn’t seem all that bad to have married Bill.

“One day, we still had to go on a date but babe, I loved you the moment you hit that sick rift in the garage.”

You laughed and shook your head, “you can’t just show up like this and spring this on me.”

“And you telling me that you have a crush on me in front of thousands was any better?”

“You already knew I liked you, even Ted saw it,” you defended yourself. Bill got closer and smiled. He seemed almost like a predator stalking his prey as he looked at you.

“Oh, I know,” He cupped your cheek and brought you into a kiss. His skin was cold against you but you couldn’t help but melt into it. Your own hand came up and grabbed his shoulder, “have that date with me now.” He offered once he pulled away.

“I should at least yell at you some more,” you tell him, “for Ted’s sake.”

“Come on,” he grabs your hand and leads you off the stage, “you can tell me how he is over a meal.”

“Bill,” you stopped a few feet away from the boardwalk.

“Yeah?”

“Why did you really leave?”

He sighed and closed his eyes, “I don’t know. Something pulled me here and I had to follow.”

You nodded, “you have to stay here, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“There better be some good food at this place you’re taking me,” you say, beginning to move again. Even if this might be the last time you get to see him, you want to make the most of it. You loved him, even if he did leave you. You didn’t need to know exactly why but you had a feeling it was for a good reason. There would also be a lot more tours to Santa Carla now. You had found what you were looking for and you weren’t about to let it go anytime soon. Even if during the date Bill tells you that he goes by Marko now, he is still the same boy you fell for.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #marko the lost boys #the lost boys imagine #marko the lost boys x reader #marko x reader #bill s preston esquire #bill and ted #bill and ted imagine #bill s. prestion esquire imagine #requested

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ghoastixx · 2 years

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Hi! I didnt know if you prefer ghost or rider, I like both tho but whichever makes you more happy uwu

And as a fan of the lost boys, beetlejuice(movie ver.), bill and ted excellent adventure(+ bogus journey, face the music)

Personally i would love to do my own writing some day but I kinda wanna see how another writer does it, I dont mind! But Request for (maybe poly) bill and ted x (idk if you write for female reader, its okay if not! GN reader is okay too) reader who is a time traveller themselves and goes to 1986 to see bill and ted?

lmao like they met their future wife/husband THAT LITERALLY CAME FROM THE FUTURE

Poly Bill and Ted x female time traveler reader

Hello!! I prefer either of those names but thank you so much for being considerate, either or is fine <3 Yes, I do write for female readers as well, and that’s exactly what I will do for this fic. I think it’s super cool that you want to use my writing as an example of your work, that’s super influential to me!!! I tried my best with this fic and I really hope that you enjoy, best of wishes to you and your work!<3 -Ghost

“Ted, my dear friend, I think she’s dead.” That was the first thing you heard him say. It was super bright for some reason.

“Well, is she breathing?” The other one asked, for some reason, you recognized the voice.

“I don’t know Ted.” Wait a minute, Ted was here? Finally you open your eyes to see two blurry figures looking down at you.

“She’s opening her eyes.” You hazily sit up and look at them. Your lovers, except younger. It was them, you knew it had to be. They looked and sounded, even talked like them.

“Bill? Ted? What’s going on.” The two boys looked at each other and then back to you.

“You know our names?” The taller one asked. Okay, hold on, what had happened before you got here, try and remember. Oh! That’s it! Some random guy approached you and started talking about how you needed to go back in time and make sure that you met your husbands as a teenager. That’s what happened. So, what to do now?

“I-, my cousin, yeah my cousin knows you two. I think you go to high school together.”

“Ohhh, that makes sense.” The one with curly blonde hair, Bill, reached his hand out to you, helping you up.

“I’ve never seen you around before?” Quick to make up a lie, you responded.

“I’m a distant relative visiting, I don’t live around here. Anyways, my cousin has showed me yearbooks, I think I saw you two in it.”

“Most excellent, who’s your cousin?” Ted was very interested in finding out who you were, makes sense though. You did just wake up in front of them and state that you recognized them, kind of creepy.

“Her name is Y/N” The boys looked at each other and you could see the lightbulb in their heads go off.

“Yeah, we know Y/N!”

“She is a most excellent babe.”

“Are you two friends with her?” You ask, wondering if they had already knew you at this point.

“I think she’s in our history class. She offers tutoring to us sometimes, our history teacher is most heinous.”

You knew exactly what they were talking about, you had offered to help them pass multiple times, you were crushing on the boys at the time.

“You guys should hang out more, she seems to think you guys are super cool.”

The blonde looked at his taller boyfriend, “she does? Excellent!” They both air guitar at each other, an action that you would eventually learn to love seeing them do.

“Don’t tell Y/N that I ran into you two, she’ll kill me.”

The two nodded in sync.

You said goodbye to the two and parted ways, you sat down and looked at your wedding ring, knowing you had done what you needed to do, a voice comes from behind you. The guy from earlier.

“You ready to go back?”

“Totally.”

When you open your eyes again, you’re in your room, in your bed, with your boys. You smile to yourself and think back to the encounter. Ted leans further onto your shoulder lightly snoring, Bill looks up at you.

“Go back to sleep, it’s too early-“

You laugh, quietly as to not wake Ted up.

“Alright, alright. Scoot over.”

Meanwhile back in 1986*

“So, she looked a lot like Y/N.” Ted looked down at Bill.

“Maybe she was from the future, she sounded like her too. Maybe she’s our future wife.”

“That’s the smartest thing you’ve said today, Ted. She was definitely our future wife.”

The two smiled at each other and made their way to their current times Y/N, content with knowing that they’d still be together after everything.

-Ghost

#fanfic #fanfiction #bill and ted’s excellent adventure fanfic #bill and ted’s excellent adventure #bill and ted x reader #bill s preston esquire #ted theodore logan #bill and ted #bill and ted imagine

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luv4fandoms · 1 year

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Most definitely (Bill S.Preston x Fem!Reader)

Ok so go easy on me, I've never actually sat down and watched Bill and Ted before (I just remember scenes in passing when I was a kid and my bros would watch it. But I'm trying to practice (I also need to just sit down and watch it fr lol) . I saw this writing prompt and my brain immediately thought of this, but yeah, the slag for them is a bit difficult for me lol.

Also I pictured the girl to be kinda like Wednesday, and her friend like Enid, Idk why lol.

Word count: 1,321

Pairing: BillxFem!Reader

Warnings: Drinking?

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

You didn't even know why you came to this party, other than the fact that your best friend in the whole world F/N was dragging you along. You both had recently moved to San Dimas after graduation, your parents wanting a change in scenery and her dad getting a better job. Though you did live a little ways away from each other, at least it wasn't the thousands of miles you were terrified of at first when her parents said they would be going. Really though it was lucky that your mom and her mom had been besties since high school and couldn't stand to be apart.

But back to the overly atrocious party that you had stepped foot in. It wouldn't have been bad if there had been at least good music you supposed, but come on, where was the Motorhead? The Metallica? The Van Halen?! All there was were drunks, newly graduated teens jumping around with cups of clearly spiked punch, either seeing how stupid they could be, or how far down each other's throats they could stick their tongues.

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea" you spoke, look around, luckily not spotting anyone you knew from your short time living here.

"Oh come on! Live a little!" Your friend yelled over the music as she pulled you further along.

"I'd rather die a quiet death," you told her,but let her lead you nonetheless. Though a little ways into her walking, she stopped.

"Hey, isn’t that the ‘super hot’ neighbor you were rambling about having a crush on earlier, over there?” she asked with a shit eating grin, causing your eyes to widen..please no.

"What?! Please say psych!"

"No I’m serious, look." You followed her line of sight towards the kitchen, easily finding the curly blonde locks of, indeed, your 'super hot' neighbor you had rambled about any and every time you talked to F/N.

"..Fuck" you breathed. You couldn't help it really, he wasn't like any guy you had ever seen before, it was like he was a Greek God walking amongst humans. Or an angel sent to Earth. You had never actually spoken to him, just little hesitant waves between you both, you didn't know what you would even say to him if you talked, or if you would be able to. His friend was far more chatty, that was the only reason you knew his name was Bill, because Ted had stopped to talk to you before heading into Bill's house. He told you they had a band, and you should come by sometime to hear them play, an offer you never had the guts to take him up on. Sometimes you really hated being shy, sometimes you really wished you were as outgoing as F/N, the social butterfly..Instead of the goth moth.

"I mean they do clean up pretty ni- Wait, where are you going? We just got here." F/N spoke, quickly catching up with you.

"Home! I only agreed to this because you said no one would know me here!" You stated, almost to the door when.

"Most bodacious neighbor babe!" Ted's voice rang out, causing you to stop just as your hand touched the doorknob.

"Are you already leaving? So not cool" he stated while throwing his arm over your shoulder.

"..Ah.."

"We actually just got here" F/N spoke up, causing you and Ted to look at her, his eyes widening.

"Whoa" he breathed while taking her in.

"You must be Ted" she smiled, before, to your dismay, adding.

"Y/N has told me about you"

"You talked about me?" Ted smiled.

"You and Bill" she added, smiling while you glared at her.

"Bill is here as well, come on! He will be most pleased to see you!" Ted spoke excitedly as he pulled you along, arm still over your shoulder while F/N followed behind. He led you to the kitchen area, calling out to Bill once he spotted him.

"Bill! Look at the bodacious babes that I found" you watched Bill turn around, his eyes meeting yours as he smiled, giving you a wave.

"Neighbor babe" he spoke, though you noticed the faint pink tinting his cheeks.

"Hey Bill" you waved back, trying not to get lost in his hazel gaze.

"Ah this is F/N" you stated, gesturing to your friend who happily waved.

"Very nice to meet the infamous Bill S. Preston"

"How did you-"

"F/N isn't this like, your favorite song?" You asked quickly, turning to her as you tried not to murder her.

"Oh my God it is!" She smiled, before turning to Ted.

"Wanna dance cutie?"

"Most definitely!" He smiled, letting her lead him to the dance floor and giving a thumbs up to Bill, who gave one back.

"They will make a cute couple" you spoke, mainly to yourself, but Bill heard.

"He is her type?" He asked, and you turned to look at him.

"How did Ted say it? Most definitely!" you told him, cracking a smile when he laughed at your impression.

"Hey, you actually do smile" he stated, causing your smile to fall.

"No wait-I didn't-I mean you don't have to smile if you don't want to-it would just be most heinous if you didn't smile-what I mean to say is you have a most beautiful smile" he rambled, the pink growing darker.

"Oh…Thank you" you spoke, your own blush darkening your cheeks.

"Hey, can I ask you something"

"Sure"

"How did your friend know who I was?"

"Oh…I'm not sure" you replied, watching as he nodded, looking off to the side with a slightly sad look on his face, dammit. He looked over at you when he heard you sigh, your eyes trained on the punch bowl.

"I…may have mentioned you in passing" you stated, trying to play it cool, noticing his smile return from the corner of your eye.

"Really?"

"Maybe"

"A most bodacious babe like you?"

"I wouldn't consider myself a bodacious babe"

"I would" you looked up at him, his eyes shining as he smiled at you, dang it why was his smile so contagious? Looking back at the punch bowl you groaned when another song came on.

"Would it kill them to play Black Sabbath every now and then?" You watched Bill's head snap back to you, having looked out at Ted and your friend.

"What?"

"Or Megadeth? Def Leppard? ACDC? Ratt? Anything!" You stressed, before looking over at Bill, and instantly your blushed darkened even more, because you had never been looked at like that before, not like how you usually look at him.

"Not only are you the most bodacious babe I have ever met, but I'm pretty sure you were the most excellent angel in heaven" he smiled at you, only grinning bigger when you giggled, that was definitely a sound he could get used to.

"Is this where you ask me if it hurt when I fell from heaven?" You asked.

"Did it?"

"No, but I did scrape my knees crawling out of hell" you replied, earning a laugh from him this time.

"That was the most excellent comeback"

"Do you maybe-wanna go out sometime?" He asked after a moment, and you swore your heart went into overdrive, your brain telling you to keep your cool.

"Yeah" you nodded.

"Yeah?"

"Most definitely" you smiled.

So there it is! Like I said, I definitely need to practice more lol. But yeah idk I think it would be hilarious to see these two with girls like this.

#bill and ted imagines #bill and ted fanfiction #bill and ted #bill s preston esquire/reader #bill s preston esquire x reader #bill s preston esquire #bill preston x reader #bill preston #alex winter

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beeslibrarycorner · 1 year

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Bill and Ted dating hcs

You're they're always and forever

When you're feeling down or having a bad day they throw movie nights and cuddle you until you feel better.

Bill loves giving you nose kisses.

Ted loves giving you forehead kisses

If your parents are giving you trouble they always invite you to sleep at their houses.

The three of you make breakfast together. (It's actually just you making breakfast because they have their cooking rights taken away after the last time they attempted to cook breakfast for you.)

Study sessions that turn into make out sessions.

Going to thrift stores and trying on different things and seeing who could come up with the best outfit.

When you get sick they are always over at your house taking care of you. Always bringing care packages along with them.

When Ted's dad gives him trouble he always goes to you and Bill for comfort. He loves having his head on your lap and his legs in Bills.

You're each other's emotional rocks when life gets hard.

Ted loves squishing his face against the top of your thigh when he watches tv, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Bill loves when his hair is being played with, he melts into the embrace of whoever is playing with his hair.

If you're sleeping over one of their houses and you're having trouble sleeping don’t worry they got you covered. Playing with your hair and telling you all about their day while they sandwich you between them.

When you get your period they always help you out, Ted is the more emotional one holding you and trying to sooth you when you cramp up. Bill tries to distract you from the pain with movies, he's the one who plays with your hair and reassures you while waiting for the Advil you took to kick in.

#Bill x reader x Ted #ted theodore logan #bill s preston esquire #bill and ted

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poketnife69 · 2 years

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MASTERLIST {{ 3 }}

Jack Torrence

*Nothing to see here yet*

Asa Emory

*Nothing to see here yet*

Kurt Kunkle

*Nothing to see here yet*

Carrie White

*Nothing to see here yet*

Tiffany Valentine

*Nothing to see here yet*

Jennifer Check

*Nothing to see here yet*

Bill & Ted

*Nothing to see here yet*

Ace Merrill

Broken Barriers || fluff || x fem!reader ||

#carrie white #slashers x reader #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #jennifer check x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #kurt kunkle x reader #Bill & Ted x reader #asa emory x reader #jack torrance x reader #ace merrill x reader #Bill preston x reader #bill s preston esquire x reader #ted logan x reader

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xtrashmammalstefx · 2 years

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Hi! Here's the fic idea I had: My OC falls in love with Bill in the Hunger Games.

Ask and you shall receive! Sorry this took so long I'm just not used to crossing fandoms like this so it took a while for me to get an idea of dialogue and all that good stuff. But I got it done dammit! Anyway I hope you enjoy your Bill S. Preston, Esq. goodness.

WARNING: SMUT & LANGUAGE!

“SUCK IT YOU FUCKING CAPITOL TOADS!” Bill shouted making me pull him into the cave.

“ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS!” I snapped at him.

“No, just pissed that we’re in this shithole with no music, no Ted, and we have to fight to the fucking death!” He leaned against the wall frustrated.

So far we’ve managed to survive the games by hunting game, and sticking close to the water...but the Capitol thrives on the violence aspect of the games so at time we’ve had to tap into a part of ourselves we wish we didn’t have to. I looked down at myself thankful they put us in dark clothing to make the blood less apparent. Sure the tributes I killed were mostly careers who were too cocky for their own good but still...the blood on ones hands haunt like nothing else in the world.

“At least now we have a chance…” I pointed out in a hopeless attempt to stay positive.

“I guess,” he said still not fully convinced. “Why’d come looking for me anyway? I thought you, like, couldn’t stand to even be near me?”

“You mean besides the obvious?” I motioned around me.

“Right, ‘sides that,” he said.

“Would you believe me if I say I was more than slightly worried about you?”

“Whoa, really?”

I nodded. “You have a lot more to lose than I do. The least I can do is help you make sure you don’t. Especially after you knocked that dickweed out with your guitar at my ‘birthday party’.” I call it a party but in my district that lacks in wealth the term ‘party’ is applied to hanging out with those outside your family inside your house while feasting on fresh bread from the bakery. Bill and Ted came to my party with their guitars wanting to do something special. Now, Ted I actually liked...he was chill and had the biggest heart out of everyone I knew. Bill, however, was loud, annoying, and always called me Princess even when he knew it annoyed me.

He looked at me perplexed. “What d’you mean?”

“You have family and friends who love you and would be devastated if you were to die here.” I said. “Not to mention a brilliant future.”

“So you do, Y/N,” he said. “Your parents love you, Ted and I adore you...and well...as far as the future is concerned I’ve never been able to see mine without you.”

I looked up and he was looking down, his cheeks tinted pink. I suddenly felt this ache in my chest, and I think it was this ache that pushed me towards him. Without thinking about it for even a moment I placed my hand on his cheek and brought my lips to his. For a moment I felt this, like, zing when we kissed. Like a spark igniting something we’ve had hiding inside us for a long time. I pulled back when I realized he wasn’t doing anything. He smiled that dopey contagious smile he always had back home. “D-Did you feel it?”

He nodded and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me hard. He turned us so that I was now the one pressed against the wall of the cave. His lips moved from my mouth to the skin of my neck. I tried to fight it but a moan still managed to escape. “Whoa, now that is music to my ears.”

“Shuddup,” I brought my lips back to his. We were completely lost in each other but a part of me was still very much aware of where we were and that we were not entirely alone. So when Bill started sliding his hand up my shirt I broke our kissed and pulled his hand out. “We’re on camera remember?” I said motioning at the little lens not so concealed in the cave.

“Cocked block by a camera...bummer.” He muttered. His head suddenly shot up like he remembered something. “Wait a minute…” He looked over at the camera lens with a shit eating grin.

“What are you hiding now, Preston?” I asked knowing what that fucking grin meant. He wrapped his arms around me and still smiling brought his lips to my ear.

“I can travel through time, remember?” My eyes grew wide. “Soon as we get outta here, I’m coming back and blacking out the camera with with mud.”

Sure enough when I looked closely at the camera lens it had what was now hardened mud blocking it.

I laughed and turned to Bill. “I fucking love you, Bill.”

“I love you too, Y/N,” he said before picking me up and carrying me a little deeper into the cave.

We later learned there was an absolute shit storm when the Game Maker and the rest of his crew realized the cave cam was fucked. At home Ted was told repeatedly to shut up after he started hooting and hollering for us.

All the while Bill and I were in the cave, kissing, and ridding each other of our blood covered death shrouds. Eventually Bill was on top of me, hard and as thick as the neck of his guitar. “I love you,” he whispered one more time before pushing into me. I gasped and bit into his shoulder as a sting rocked itself throughout the lower half of my body. Bill groaned but let me get used to the feeling of him filling me up. Eventually I was calm enough and the sting dull enough that I gave Bill the okay to move.

He was gentle in his movements. Always making sure I wasn’t hurt or uncomfortable at least. Eventually an intense feeling brewed within me. It grew stronger with each thrust until my toes curled and I was screaming his name. I tightened around him making him slick. As I came down from the full force of my orgasm Bill was sent into a frenzy. He groaned and thrust hard until he started twitching inside me. His hips froze after slamming against me and stayed pressed against me as he filled me, painting my walls with his seed.

He was coming down from his high when we heard a loud crashing sound. A bright light filled the cave as we followed the chaos to the side of the cave where there was suddenly a phone booth standing tall and out of place.

Bill smiled and laughed. “Get dressed, Y/N we’re fuckin’ outta here!”

We dressed in a hurry and rushed into the phone booth. Bill picked up the phone and dialed in the proper number.

We escaped the games that day. We went home, grabbed our families and Ted, and took the phone booth to a time and place where we’d be safe.

Bill and I married and started our own little family soon after. We were happy but deep down we knew that the memory of the games would haunt us forever starting with the words we heard before boarding the train at the reaping.

“May the odds be ever in your favor.”

Then we laugh and remember that they were in our favor.

That they would always be in our favor.

#bill s. preston esq. smut #bill preston x reader #bill & ted #the hunger games

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parvulous-writings · 5 months

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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

Not my gif

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.

#requests open #x reader requests #x reader oneshot #bill and ted's excellent adventure #bill and ted #bill preston #bill s preston esquire #bill s preston #bill and ted x reader #bill preston headcanons #bill preston x reader #80s alex winters #platonic and romantic #fluff

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britany1997 · 1 year

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Hey.. no clue if you do smut for the LOSTBOYS, but this one is for my silent boy Dwayne.

(Male) reader who dresses a lot like Bill. S Preston Esquire (cropped t-shirts, flannel And colorful jeans) meets Dwayne after bumping into him on the boardwalk and let’s just say things get a bit.. ✨Spicy✨ your David smut was magical btw!<3

Use Your Words

Dwayne x Male reader who dresses like Bill S. Preston Esq.

Hi! Thank you so much for requesting!

I haven’t written any smut yet so I think you may be thinking of @misslavenderlady ‘s hypnokink smut with David that I reposted:)

This is my first request ever so I hope you like it!

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, handjob, daddy kink

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After years of pinching every penny you could, spending your days mowing lawns and washing cars, you had finally saved enough money to travel to Santa Carla. Most people new Santa Carla as the murder capital of the world, you knew it as the thrifting capital of the world.

Ever since you could remember you had been obsessed with clothes. You were kind of a shy guy, so it was easier to express yourself through what you wore rather than what you said…or didn’t say for that matter. You couldn’t wait to comb through the racks and racks of cozy flannels, colorful jackets, brightly colored tops, and whatever else Santa Carla had to offer.

You headed down to the boardwalk where you knew the best selections would be. You flitted from store to store combing for hidden gems in the sea of pieces. It was getting late as your scouring was coming to an end for the night. You walked along the boardwalk to your car with bags full of great finds, including a bunch of vintage Adidas tees you planned on cropping yourself, when you collided with a…brick wall?

No wait, that wasn’t a wall, it was…a stunningly attractive man? His brown eyes narrowed in confusion as he looked you up and down. You blushed as you realized you had just collided with his incredibly toned, bare chest. You sputtered put an apology as you tried to slide past him but he gripped your arm loosely. “Where are you running off to? Don’t you know it’s not safe to be alone in Santa Carla at night? It is the murder capital of the world after all.” You shot him a confused look as you glanced down at your watch. It flashed 2:48am and your jaw dropped. “I didn’t realize it was so late,” you said, have to the man and half to yourself. “I better get back to my hotel.”

“Hotel?” He asked, “you’re just visiting?”

“Yeah, flew in this morning, I head back on Thursday.” You replied.

“Well if you’re only in Santa Carla for a few days, you can’t waste your time sleeping.” He said. “Why don’t I take you around instead?”

“I don’t even know your name,” you stated

“My name’s Dwayne,” he told you, “let me show you the best that Santa Carla has to offer.”

You felt a sudden rush of adrenaline at his offer. Something inside of you was screaming to accept and let the gorgeous man take you around. ‘Fuck it’ you thought to yourself, ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead.’ “Sure Dwayne,” you said, “show me the best Santa Carla has to offer.”

That was how you found yourself pressed against the wall of the grimiest alleyway you had ever seen. Dwayne had you completely caged in by his broad shoulders and strong arms. He was palming you though your jeans with one hand, and massaging your exposed abs with the other. A moan fell from your lips as he leaned forward to nip at your neck, leaving red marks in his wake. Dwayne was a big guy, you were overwhelmed by him, his frame pressed against you, his scent all around you, his touch all over you, it was intoxicating. Dwayne, as if he could read your mind, chuckled into your neck as he continued to kiss and bite at you. “Please Dwayne,” you whispered as you moaned, “I need more please.” “What do you need baby?” Dwayne asked, still latched onto your neck, his tone teasing. You shivered at the nickname. “I- I want you to touch me,” you said shyly, “please.” Dwayne let out another laugh as he continued to palm you. “But I am touching you,” he replied. You let out a frustrated sigh.

“Yes but…but touch me more.”

“More how?”

“You know how.”

“How can i know if you don’t tell me? c’mon baby, use your words, I know you can do it.”

His condescending tone made your toes curl. You opened your mouth to ask for what you wanted, but before you could get the words out, Dwayne’s tongue was shoved down your throat. You moaned into his mouth as your eyes fluttered shut. He took the hand that had been on your abs and used it to capture both your wrists and hold them against the wall. He stopped palming you to unbutton your jeans, chuckling as you whimpered at the lost contact. He pulled away leaving you breathless. “Aw baby,” he said, “cat got your tongue?” Dwayne pouted at you mockingly. Making you flush red as the jeans you were wearing. “That’s ok sweet boy,” he whispered while stroking your cheek, “daddy knows what you need.”

He pulled your jeans and boxers down to your ankles, freeing your hardened cock to slap against your stomach. He put his thumb over the tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum that had appeared, over the head of your shaft. His fingers curled around your length, stroking you slowly with one hand, while he rid you of your cropped top with the other. You whimpered and gasped at the feeling of his huge hand around you. He stroked you firmly, his expert fingers working you slowly.

His slow pace wore on you as you found yourself again wanting more. You whined and bucked up into his hand, silently begging him to speed up his strokes. He squeezed you a bit, making you gasp in ecstasy, but did nothing to increase his pace. “Pleaseeee” you begged. “Please what baby? I thought we talked about this. I can’t read your mind now can I?” Dwayne asked you with a smirk. Tears were forming at the corner of your eyes as Dwayne continued his ministrations. You knew exactly what you wanted, but for some reason, when you opened your mouth, the words couldn’t make it past your lips. All you could do was let out an exasperated whimper. Dwayne sighed mockingly and clicked his tongue. “Such a shy boy, let daddy take care of you.”

Dwayne sped up his strokes and started to fondle your balls while keeping enough of his body weight on you to keep you pinned against the wall. He relatched onto your neck while you moaned. “Being such a good boy for daddy, letting him take care of you like this.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. You flushed and panted at his words as you felt your orgasm building. With each stroke you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. As if Dwayne could sense it, he leaned into your ear again and whispered “wanna cum baby? You gonna cum for daddy?” You moaned, “yes daddy, m’ gonna cum.” You gasped as thick ropes of cum sprayed from your cock into Dwayne’s hand. You slumped against the wall, painting from the intensity of your orgasm, Dwayne was an artist with his hands. “Dwayne,” you breathed, “I need to feel you inside me.” Dwayne smirked as he manhandled you onto all fours. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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#the lost boys #dwayne lost boys #dwayne x reader #Dwayne x male reader #tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys fic #the lost boys smut #male reader

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6lostgirl6 · 1 year

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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.

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