so i've been reading fanfictions since the beginning of time i've also written quite a lot but, only for my friends. And i've decided to finally share some on Tumblr !
since i'm beginning, I'll only write for a few fandoms but feel free to ask whatever, just in case :) so here's the fandoms I'll write for in order of what charcaters i'm the most comfortable with;
LORD OF THE RINGS
Faramir x reader
Boromir x reader
Aragorn x reader
Arwen x reader
Eomer x reader
Legolas x reader
THE HOBBIT
Fìli x reader
Kìli x reader
Tauriel x reader
Thranduil x reader
SLASHERS
Thomas Hewitt x reader
Bo Sinclair x reader
Lester Sinclair x reader
Vincent Sinclair x reader
OTHER
Ted Logan x reader
Adrian Chase x reader
Matt Murdock x reader
(I'll mostly write a F!reader, sorry for that. But I'll also try to do GN!neutral and can try to do M!reader if asked!)
I came across your recent TedxReader fic where Reader was helping Bill and Ted study history and it was super cute!
I was wondering if you could do one where y/n was doing homework on their computer, but they forgot to click save after staying up late, so they lost their progress and is flustered so Ted tries to help cheer them up
(this actually recently happened to me, so I'm having to redo a lot of an assignment 😅)
hellooo!! Thank you so much that's so kind of you🫶
First of all, I'm sooo sorry this happened to you, it's so frustrating 😭 also sorry for taking so long to respond !
It's kind of short but I hope you'll still enjoy what I wrote :)
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A student's worst nightmare
Pairing : Ted Logan X G/N reader
Warnings : None ! Just cute fluffy stuff :)
A/N : this can be read as just platonic as well as romantic !! You didn't specify which one you wanted so I made it kinda ambiguous<3
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I sat at my desk, frustration etched on my face, as I stared at the blank screen of my computer. The glow from the monitor seemed to mock me, a constant reminder of my careless mistake. I had been up all night working on my homework, pouring my heart and soul into it, only to forget the most crucial step—clicking the save button.
A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I ran a hand through my hair, feeling utterly defeated. My mind replayed the countless hours I had spent meticulously crafting this assignment, all now lost in the abyss of digital oblivion. The weight of my mistake pressed upon me, making me feel as though I had let myself down. Just as I was about to succumb to the pure despair that threatened to consume me, I heard a familiar voice from behind; Ted's voice. He spoke as he put his hands on my shoulders and his head on top of mine.
"Hey !" Ted's voice was filled with curiosity, a gentle concern laced within his words the moment he leaned to see my face. "What's up dude ?"
"Hey, Ted," I replied, my voice tinged with defeat as I smiled weakly. "I... I lost all my homework. I forgot to save it."
His eyes widened slightly, mirroring my dismay. Without a moment's hesitation, he kneeled next to me and leaned on the edge of my desk. "Whoa, that's rough, dude. But hey, don't sweat it ! You can, like, re-write it!"
I appreciated his optimism, even though it seemed impossible to salvage my lost work. But there was something about Ted's unwavering faith in me that gave me a glimmer of hope. Seeing him smile so brightly at me while he's eyes searched mine made me believe that yes, I could easily just re-write everything. He leaned in closer to me, his voice filled with genuine care. I lowered my head to meet his gaze, seeing him smile once I did.
"Remember dude, you've got this big smart mind ! You can do anything you want, and even more, just have to do it !"
His words resonated with me, piercing through the haze of disappointment. He had always been the one to remind me to find joy in the process, to not get too caught up in my grades. He had a way of making even the most mundane tasks an adventure, making everything fun and joyful no matter what.
Suddenly, an idea sparked within me, fueled by Ted's infectious enthusiasm. "You're right, Ted. Maybe this is an opportunity to start fresh, to approach my work from a different angle. I can rewrite it, make it even better!"
A broad grin spread across Ted's face, his eyes glowing with excitement. "That's the spirit, Y/N! I knew you'd find your way out of this funk." He laid his head on my hand who was laying on the desk." We'll make it the most excellent homework the world has ever seen!"
He lifted his head and his fist. I giggled, fist pumping him before he pulled a chair to sit next to me, bringing it as close as possible, our knees grazing each other. "So, what's the subject of your assignment?"
"History...The Crusade's, more specifically." I sighed, seeing Ted's face fall for a split second before his cheerful smile appeared again.
"Oh ! Talk about the Lion dude!" He exclaimed, putting his arm on the back my chair, his skin hot against my back.
"The...You mean, Richard Lionheart ?" I chuckled, trying to control my growing blush. "You, you meant him, right ?"
"See, you have a smart brain !" He laughed, leaning against me. "You're a smarty."
I looked away, unable to hide my smile and heavy blush. Did he really have to whisper that last thing right in my ear?! I cleared my throat.
"I didn't even think about speaking about him, I just...explained what the Crusade's where globally but using him could be perfect !" I started taping on the keyboard, already feeling the inspiration coming back. "Thank God you're here Ted !"
He laughed before letting me write in silence, glancing at me sometimes, smiling to himself. I'm so focused, feeling the motivation coming back to me again, that I jumped in surprise a little when his head suddenly landed in the crook of my shoulder. "Ted..."
He cut me off, his voice shook a little bit; "I just, I just want to rest because, you know, life dude."
With newfound determination, and Ted's head laying on my shoulder, I began to rewrite my lost assignment.
Summary : Faramir has been deeply in love with you for what feels like decades and, he decided it's finally time he does something about it. But, sadly for him, the universe has decided to make this mission a challenge.
Warnings : war/fighting, mention of injuries, he calls the reader "dear" and "my love" but other than that, just cute fluff + some strong angst<3
A/N : I love this man more than life itself. But this app clearly doesn't have enough fanfics with him so this is my contribution!
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Day One : The Library
The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow across the city of Minas Tirith. Faramir, the Steward of Gondor, paced nervously in the grand library, clutching a worn parchment in his hand. His heart raced as he rehearsed the words he longed to say to you, a person who had captured his attention and stirred emotions within him like the gentlest of melodies. Faramir had chosen this moment, thinking he would find solace amidst the books and knowledge that adorned the walls. He spent his whole evening, night and morning torturing his poor mind about how he should do it, if he even should do it
As he turned a corner, he spotted you, your eyes twinkling in the candlelight as you lost herself in a tome. He took a deep breath, ready to confess his feelings at last.
"You..." he began, his voice catching in his throat. "Dear, I... I have something I must tell you."
You looked up, frowning ever so lightly before smiling at him brightly, making him forget who and where he was for more than a second. With the golden light of your candle illuminating your face ever so lightly, your hair in a mess and your beautiful hands gently holding a page of your book, he couldn't help but think how beautiful you are. And that thought alone made him question everything, so much that he stood there, silent, simply looking at you. Before Faramir could continue, right after he took control of himself again, the doors of the library creaked open, and a servant entered with quick feet towards him, interrupting their intimate moment.
"My lord, urgent news has arrived. The council demands your immediate presence." The servant announced, bowing deeply.
Faramir's heart sank, his confession hanging unspoken in the air. He turned to you, frustration etching lines upon his brow. "Forgive me, my dear. Duty calls. We shall speak later."
With a heavy sigh, Faramir reluctantly departed, following the servant, leaving you with unanswered questions and a longing that mirrored his own.
Day two : The Garden of Stars
Weeks had passed since your interrupted encounter in the library, and Faramir had finally found the perfect setting to reveal his heart to you. The Garden of Stars, as you liked to call it; a secluded oasis within Minas Tirith, offered a breathtaking view of the night sky, twinkling with celestial wonders.
Faramir stood at the garden's entrance, a bouquet of delicate flowers clutched tightly in his hand. His heart pounded with anticipation, his nerves threatening to betray his intentions once more. This time, he was determined to let his feelings be known. As he stepped forward, a gust of wind swept through the garden, rustling the leaves and petals around him. The moment his eyes landed on your form, it was like the wind couldn't touch him as he didn't feel it's freezing breeze. He approached you with hurried steps, taking his cloak off the moment he saw you shivering. Gently, as to not startle you, he puts the warm fabric on your shaking shoulders, making you turn around to face him. The moment your eyes met his, a large smile appeared on your face, making him feel so warm that suddenly, it felt like there was a blazing sun in the starry night sky.
"Faramir !" You exclaimed, making yourself comfortable in his cloak. "Finally you arrived, I was starting to freeze..."
"My deepest apologies. It wasn't my attention." He whispered, embarrassed with himself.
You smiled gently, slowly taking his shaking cold hand in yours, making him look up with wide eyes, his face reddening in an instant.
"You are a busy man, do not be sorry." You squeezed his hand with both of yours, trying to warm it up. "No matter how long, I will always wait for you, even if I have to freeze !"
You laughed after saying that, but Faramir was so touched by what you said that he felt his whole body react to it; from the deep tingles in the lower part of his belly to his heart fluttering rapidly and even his eyes becoming suddenly blurry with tears. He steeled himself, ready to finally pour out his soul to the person who held his heart captive with a tight grip. But the heavens seemed to conspire against him. Raindrops began to fall, turning the Garden of Stars into a shimmering sanctuary drenched in a melancholic mist. He hesitated, defeated, but seeing you looking at him with such love in your eyes, that small smile that you only offered to him playing on your lips, your hands grasping tighter around his the moment the drops started to hit you, all that while laughing at how drenched you were, made him decide that he couldn't let you go again, that he couldn't live a second longer without letting his feelings flow.
"You, my dear." Faramir began, his voice steady. "I have loved you from the moment our paths crossed. Every smile, every word shared, has only deepened my affection. I cannot contain it any longer."
But just as Faramir reached out to grasp, with his free hand yours, he noticed your furrowed brows before you bursted out laughing, making his heart sink at the bottom of his stomach. Suddenly, you took his hand before yelling.
"I DIDN'T HEAR A THING ! " You smiled, your eyes closing. "LET'S GET INSIDE !"
That when he realised, he's heartfelt confession dissolved amidst the downpour, his words fading into the symphony of nature's interference. He forced a smile, letting himself be dragged by you, cursing at the weather. He could only have a regretful smile as the rain poured down, looking at the back of your head as you ran, the weight of his unheard desires echoing in the damp silence.
Day 3 : The Battle's Interruption
Amidst the chaos of war, Faramir's heart remained steadfast in its resolve. He knew he had to seize any opportunity to confess his love to you, even in the midst of the darkest of times. Especially in the midst of the darkest times, for those can be the last...
As the clash of swords reverberated around him, Faramir spotted you, your sword dancing with grace and determination. He knows how strong you are, how hard you train to be able to defend yourself and others, but he cannot help worry for you, no matter how skilled you get. As he watched you from afar, a draining thought dawn's him;
"It could be mine or hers last moment alive. One, if not both of us, could get..."
With adrenaline coursing through his veins, he dashed toward you, his armor clanking with each stride, every enemy coming his way being slashed without a second glance.
"You, my dear !" Faramir shouted, his voice cutting through the cacophony of battle. You whipped your head around, eyes widened with panic at the desperate sound of his voice only for your gaze to soften once your eyes caught his.
"My heart yearns to tell you that you are the beacon of hope in my darkest days !" He yells at the top of his lungs, his eyes watering. "The love I hold for you has only grown stronger amidst the turmoil and uncertainty !"
You get a dagger out of your boot, shorting it straight between the eyes of an orc who was getting close to Faramir. His gaze didn't even falter, staying fixed into yours, as if you were the only one standing here, amongst this chaos.
"My love for you cannot be contained in me anymore !" He puts a hand on his heart, clutching his chest. "It needs to be free or I will spiral into madness !"
Just as Faramir reached for you, a sudden surge of enemies appeared, threatening to overwhelm both of you. Swords clashed, arrows flew, and the ground trembled beneath your feet. Faramir fought valiantly, his eyes never leaving your form, who matched his every move with unwavering bravery. Even through the ear deafening battle sounds, your voice and his calling each other's names was the only thing that could be heard, so powerful it overpowered the sound of flesh being cut open. In the midst of the chaos, Faramir stumbled, a deep wound searing through his side. Pain seeped into his every fiber, but his determination remained unyielding. He fought through the agony, his eyes filled with a fervent resolve, his voice breaking one last time while calling out your name. But that's when he felt it, your burning touch, suddenly grabbing with a surprising force his shaking and bloodied hand. Yet, before he could find the opportunity to finally speak the words that burned within his heart, a cacophonous blast resonated through the battlefield. The ground shook violently, throwing Faramir off his feet and separating him again from you. As he struggled to rise, the smoke cleared, revealing a new threat: a massive siege engine, armed and ready to unleash its destructive power. Faramir's heart sank as he realized the imminent danger it posed but it sank the moment he realised he lost you. His duty compelled him to protect his people, but his heart yearned for one last chance to express his love. His father's face suddenly appeared, the disgust and disappointment visible even with his blurry vision. He had to be a good Captain, a good son and a good soldier. His duty called him. With a heavy heart, he turned away from where you once stood, not even daring to look at the many bodies laying on the floor fearing to see yours, leaving his confession lost amidst the clamor of battle.
Despite the chaos, Faramir fought with all his might, leading his troops to victory and ensuring the safety of the city. Yet, amidst the celebrations that followed, a deep sorrow lingered within him. The chance to confess his love had slipped through his grasp once again, the weight of missed opportunities weighing heavily on his soul. The battle had been fierce, leaving scars upon the land and hearts alike. As the dust settled and the sun began its descent, Faramir stood upon the remnants of the battlefield, his eyes searching the faces of the fallen, a heavy weight upon his soul. With each fallen comrade he recognized, his heart sank deeper into despair. But amidst the sea of fallen warriors, his eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance, a figure that ignited a spark of hope within him. It was you, battered and bruised, but unmistakably alive, your chest rising and falling with shaking breaths. Faramir's legs moved of their own accord, carrying him swiftly toward you, his lips whispering your name again and again, like a mad man. The emotions that had been buried within him surged forward, overpowering any remnants of fear or doubt. His heart swelled with both relief and a newfound determination. It wasn't too late. When he finally reached your wounded body, his blue eyes met yours, a mixture of disbelief, joy and pure relief crossed your face. You reached out a trembling bloody hand, your voice a mere whisper.
"Faramir... I thought... I thought you were lost." Her fingertips layed weakly on his bearded cheek, staining them with blood. "I...waited for you...I promised..."
Faramir took your hand into his own, nuzzling his face in your palm, ignoring the metallic scent coming from it, his grip firm and unwavering. "And I thought I had lost you, my love. But the Valar have granted us another chance, another opportunity to be together."
A mix of tears and laughter danced in your eyes as she took in Faramir's words. "I never... stopped loving you, Faramir, even in... even in the darkest moments..."
Faramir's voice trembled with raw emotion as he gazed into your unfocused eyes. "Nor did I, my dear. From the very depths of my soul, my heart has always belonged to you." He said gently, his shaking voice making it hard to speak clearly.
With that, Faramir drew you into his arms, holding you tightly, as if afraid you would vanish if he let go. The battlefield faded away, and in that moment, there was only the two of you, bound by a love that had withstood the test of time and tribulation. Amidst the ruins, you both stood, sharing a timeless embrace. And finally, as the sun dipped below the horizon, your breathe evening out Faramir found the strength to confess his deepest emotions, his voice filled with a resolute certainty.
"My dear, my love, I have longed to say these words to you. No duty or rain, not even Death herself will stop me." He took your chin into his fingers. "I love you with a love that surpasses the trials we have endured. You are my light, my hope, and my salvation. Will you walk this path with me, forever?"
Your eyes shimmered with unshed tears as you whispered.
"Yes, Faramir. My heart...has always belonged to you, too. Together, we shall face whatever... lie ahead."
And in that moment, Faramir's heart soared, finally unburdened by the weight of unspoken words. After all this time, all this longing and hardship, finally both your hearts were shared as one.
And to keep his beating, he needed yours to do the same.
Hi, how are you? I'm really sorry about bothering you but I was wondering for which Keanu's characters do you accept requests, please?🙏❤️
hello, I'm fine thank you<3
so sorry for the late reply, I don't receive request notifications 😭
To answer you; I obviously write for Ted Logan but I'm open to many other characters played by him ! For example; John Wick, John Constantine and Don John but they may be short, depending on my inspiration :)
Feel free to ask for any character in case I might do it🫶
Summary : Just like every Monday, you study History with Bill and Ted. But during this lesson, Ted seems to be quite distracted, and you're not helping at all.
Warnings : none ! just a fluffy fic w/ Ted ! with some footsie under the table. Also tried to make it G/N reader ;)
A/N : I really like the idea of a reader who's a History nerd (kind of self indulgent there) and who helps them study so, yeah! that again for this fic<3
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Just like any other Monday afternoon, I was in the library studying with my two best friends, Bill and Ted. We always had trouble with school, not being very scholar people. But if there was one subject I'm good at, it's History ! I always found myself fascinated by it; mostly only watching period shows, movies, losing myself in period novels and loving to learn some random facts about History. Sadly, it wasn't the same for my two dear friends who were the complete opposite...No matter how hard they tried, they could not seem to learn a single fact correctly. I made it my personal mission to help them as best as I could, no matter how long it took. That's how "the excellent Monday studying day" came to exist !
As I was going through the history textbook with Bill, trying to choose a subject, I couldn't help but notice Ted staring at me.
"Need help ?" I asked, still looking at the pages. "Ted ?"
"Uh ?" He jumped slightly before rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh no no, still reading about that French girl !"
My brows furrowed slightly. "Which one ?" I looked up at him, right when he looked away.
"You know, the fighting one..."
"Joan of Arc ?" I asked, giggling slightly while Bill chose a page.
"Yup. That one." He let his hair fall in front of his face. "She's very..."
"Fighting dudes in skirts !" Bill exclaims, cutting Ted off. "They look so cool !"
"They're called Gladiator's." I laugh quietly, putting the textbook in front of both of us. "You want us to study ancient Rome today ?"
"Is that the one with the salad dressing dude, right ?" He ask, smiling at me proudly.
"Yup, that's the one." I smile back. "You ok with studying this Ted, or you'll do something else ?"
"Oh yeah no, salad dressing dude is fine !"
"Perfect then !" I clap my hands, straightening my back. "Let's get started then."
As the hour passed, Bill was as serious as ever, which really impressed me. I don't know what's so fascinating to him about gladiators but he seems to love it ! Ted was a whole other story; he was constantly making jokes and staring at me, always looking somewhere else whenever I looked back.
"Come on, Ted," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "We have to study, Mr. Ryan might give us a suprise history test this week."
Ted shrugged, smiling slightly.
"You've been awfully quiet during this hour..." I put my bag on my lap, opening it. "I hope it's because you were studying really, really hard."
I took out a stack of flashcards, one they both knew very well. Bill looked up at the sight of the bright pink flashcards, glancing at Ted with a smirk. "Good luck dude !"
Ted groaned, putting his face in his hands.
"Ok Ted; what was the name of Edward Teach's ship?"
"Who's that ?"
I sigh. "Blackbeard."
"Oh ! That dude !" He smiles proudly. "The Revenge ! Queen Revenge or something !"
I widen my eyes, smiling brightly. "Queen Anne's Revenge ! Wow Ted, good job !"
I continued quizzing him on various historical events, he was surprisingly knowledgeable, answering right at a lot more questions than I would have thought. But every time I caught him staring at me, he stumbled over his words, unable to respond even if he seemed to know the answer. And seeing how much of an effect I had on him by simply looking back was making me feel giddy...
"Um, can you repeat the question?" he asked, his cheeks turning pink. "I didn't, didn't really understood dude."
A smile start to appear on my face as I keep staring at him, letting myself hope. I quickly glance at Bill who's busy writing every information possible on the Roman Empire but, sometimes switched to important American wars. He's pretty concentrated... I looked back at Ted, an idea growing in my mind; how much of an effect do I have on him and his concentration? That's when this genius idea came to mind, why not play footsie with him under the table to try and distract him even more ? I always kind of knew that Ted had somewhat of a crush on me, he's not a very closed guy with his emotions, really bad poker face. And to be honest, I also have somewhat of a crush on him. We're best friends, always been, I don't know if it's a good idea to act on those feelings for now... But nothing say's we can't have some fun !
I try to contain my giggle as much as I can, lowering my head to try and hide it. Sadly, he sees my growing smile right away, probably because he can't stop staring at me every chance he gets. I let myself slide slightly on my chair to get closer to me while he frowns, titling his head a little on the right. He jumps the moment my foot touches his ankle, looking at me with wide eyes.
"What are you doing?" he whispered, his face turning a bright red.
"Just trying to help you relax," I lied with a smirk, feeling my heart beat faster. "You seemed tensed !"
Ted shook his head, clearly flustered. "You're making it harder for me to concentrate dude..."
I continue, letting my foot get higher and higher, feeling a thrill every time I see him blush and wiggle in his seat, going left and right, even up and down sometimes. Every Time I pull a new flashcard, he can't even form one word without stuttering, coughing and moving in his seat.
"Hey, guys, can we focus here?" Bill asked, tapping his pencil on the table. "Dude, stop moving so much ! I can't write if you keep moving the table !"
"Sorry !" I said, letting my foot go back on the floor, making Ted groan at the sudden lack of contact. "You want to try the flashcards, Bill ?"
Ted shot me a disappointed look, but I knew it was for the best. I helped Bill with some of the flashcards, trying to keep the conversation focused on history, but Ted couldn't help himself from trying to get my attention back.
"So, Y/N, have you heard the one about the Roman gladiator who walked into a bar?" Ted asked, stopping Bill from answering my question about the Roman Empire.
I glanc at Bill who's leaning in, clearly wanting to heard the end of the joke. I roll my eyes, unable to stop smiling at his playfulness. "No, I haven't. Tell me."
As Ted launched into his joke, I could see Bill glancing back and forth between us with a confused expression. I know I have to keep things light with him so he won't suspect anything, especially since Ted had no idea I reciprocated his crush.
"So, Bill, did you know that the Boston Tea Party wasn't actually a party?" I asked, trying to divert his attention back to studying while Ted sighed.
"Yeah, I think I learned that in third grade dude !" He chuckled. "Don't even think they had tea..."
I laughed too, glancing up at Ted only to notice him staring at me again but this time, with longing in his eyes. His cheek was in the palm of his hand, the light from outside making his brown eyes shine perfectly. I felt my cheeks burn while something tightened in my chest, making me look down. This time he kept looking at me while I looked away, how the tables have turned...
"Come on, Ted, focus !" I said, trying to bring his attention back to the History book by putting it in front of his face. "Learn this chapter."
"I'm trying, I'm trying," Ted said, putting the book down in front of him ."You're just too distracting..."
I sigh, turning my attention back to Bill next to me who seemed too focused on his textbook to notice what's happening. I continued quizzing Bill, on the Revolutionary War this time, during the rest of the hour. Then, out of nowhere, I felt Ted's foot brushing against mine under the table, as I try to hide the smile on my face. He's getting bolder and bolder.
"You're killing me, Ted," I said, trying to sound stern. "I'm trying to help Bill !"
"I can't help it dude !" he said, moving his feet higher. "I need help too !"
I blush and look away, trying to hide my smile behind the cards. I knew I had to focus on helping Bill with his History, but it's hard with Ted's footsie game distracting me. Payback I guess.
"Alright, Bill, let's see if you can remember when was the Battle of Bunker Hill over." I murmur, trying to ignore Ted's foot on my calf.
As Bill struggled to answer, holding his hair in his hands, Ted's foot moved higher up my leg, and I could feel myself getting more and more flustered.
"Uh, uh, uh," Bill stuttered, unable to come up with the answer. "It's, like, a date..."
I could see the frustration on Ted's face as I helped Bill with the answer, showing no sign of being flustered like he was, even if I feel warm inside. Hearing him puff, I look back at him once I finished with Bill only to look down at his foot who was just laying in my lap lazily.
"Your shoe is so dirty Ted !" I giggled, trying to push it away. "Get. it. ooooff !"
He puts his hands on his heart, pulling is other foot on my lap. "Calling me dirty, pushing me away, how cruel !"
Bill looked up, laughing at our banter. "Your shoes are dirty dude." He said, trying to help me push his feets off.
"Traitor !" Ted points at Bill, holding the table so we won't be able to get him off. "All of you, traitors dude's !"
"THE THREE OF YOU." We all jumped, even gasping a bit. "OUT."
After hurrying to take our textbooks and bags out while stuffing a laughter, we finally got out and burst out laughing, putting everything in our bags. I sling it on my back, looking down at my tights. "Ted !"
"What is it dudette ?"
"Look how dirty I am, thanks to you !"
Both of them looked at my thighs, laughing even harder seeing the dirt stains. "My bad dude !"
He rubs my thighs to get it off, not noticing my reddening face at this sudden contact. I feel the warmth of his fingers through the fabric, making the lower part of my stomach tingle. "It, It's ok don't worry ! It's ok !"
"Sorry 'bout that." He whispers, smiling up at me.
"Yeah no, don't worry !" I laugh nervously, rubbing my thighs just like he did without noticing.
"Thanks for helping me, Iléna," Bill said, smiling at me. "You're the most excellent babe to ever exist !"
"No problem, Bill. You're going to do great," I said, patting him on the back, blushing slightly at his compliment. "If Mr. Ryan ask's about gladiators I know you'll kill it !"
As we started walking to go back home, I felt Ted's hand brush against mine after he bumped my shoulder into his. I look up at him, and he give's me a shy smile, trying to hide behind strands of his hair.
"Hey, do you dudes want to grab a pizza or something?" Ted asked, trying to hide the eagerness in his voice.
"Sure," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "That sounds like a good idea."
"I'm starving...." Bill sighed, putting his palm on his stomach. "Could we also get slushies ?"
"Oh yeah, slushies !" I said excited.
I glanced at Ted, noticing him staring at me again, his burning hand still brushing my cold one. Suddenly, Ted slips his hand into mine, and I feel my heart skip a beat at his sudden boldness.
"To the pizzeria we go !" He exclaimed, starting to run.
I yelped, catching Bill hand quickly before he dragged me too far away. We all ran togheter, laughing and smiling.
Maybe I'm not ready to confess to Ted how I feel but, at least, I know that no matter what, he will always bring me with him.
summary : You've been friends with Ted and Bill for years now, being an inseparable trio. But Ethan, a jock from your class, desperately needs your help to study for an upcoming History exam. Ted doesn't really like this new friendship and tries his best to make you understand how he feels about it.
Warnings : obv jealousy and a kinda possessive Ted but other than that, it's pretty light! just like every fanfic writer ever, English isn't my first language so keep that in mind while reading!
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I took a deep breath as I walked into the library, trying to calm my nerves. Today was another tutoring session with Ethan, one of the jock's from school. I had been helping him with his history homework for the past few weeks, and despite our very different social circles, we had become quite good friends. We started talking when our History teacher put us together for an oral presentation about the Roman Empire, about how it was founded. When we started working on it, Ethan immediately noticed how much of an History nerd I am, which at first, I was kind of scared of, since he's a stereotypical jock that could make fun of me for knowing so much about "old dudes in dresses".
But, to my suprise, he was more impressed than anything and quite friendly. We clicked the moment I noticed how much he tried to help, even if he didn't understand anything. Our presentation was a success; 18/20, that's when he asked to be his tutor. My friendship with Ethan became quite good, I grew more and more attached to him, which seemed to be causing some problems with Ted, problems that I didn't get why even started.
He just grew more distant and cold towards me, while Bill stayed the same so it really is personal. So his new attitude explains why, right now, it's so awkward between us. I told him I couldn't eat with him and Bill because I promised to help Ethan during lunch, which ended in Ted insisting to, at least, make the walk to the library with me. Of course I said yes, I missed hanging out with him too, but maybe I would have said no if I knew how silent he would be....
As Ted and I continued walking down the stairs, I noticed him staring at me with a look of concern so, I took this opportunity to break the uncomfortable silence. "What's wrong, Ted?" I asked, trying to figure out what was going on. "You've been quiet all the way. Which, coming from you, is really concerning."
"Y/N, I don't like you hanging out with Ethan all the time." Ted blurred out, looking down.
"What? Why not?" I asked, surprised by his sudden change in behavior. Where is this coming from?
"He's a jock, dude."
"Oh." I said, understanding. "Ted, you really don't have to worry about this, he's actually really nice ! Nicer than I would've thought too." I smiled at Ted, to no avail; he still refused to look back at me.
"You're supposed to be hanging out with us, not him...We're your friends," He mumbled, his tone turning accusatory.
"I know you guys are my friends, Ethan just needs my help. He's failing History class and I'm the only one who can help him." I explained, hoping that he would understand. "Also, I'm allowed to have other friends. You're not the only guys I can help with History, you know."
"You're spending all your time with him! We don't get to hang out anymore !" Ted protested. "We also need your help dude for, like, History stuff..." He rubbed the back of his neck, walking farther away from me.
"I'm sorry, Ted, but I have to help him. I promise I'll make time for us too !" I assured him, hoping to ease his worries but by the look on his face, none of what I was saying was comforting him.
"Fine..." Ted sighed, his frustration evident. "Just make sure you don't forget about us. We miss hanging out with you dudette."
"I won't forget about you, Ted. You're both my best friends !" I said, giving him a reassuring smile while gently rubbing his arm up and down. "You're also too loud to forget."
He laughs, making my cheek redden slightly. Finally, here's the Ted I know ! He stops suddenly once we arrive in front of the library.
I look up at him with a shy smile. "I should go." I say, quieter than intended.
He simply waves at me before turning around, walking away, way too quickly. As I watch him go, I feel something tug at my heart, some sort of longing. I sigh, going in, ready to help Ethan.
As the days went by, I noticed that Ted was becoming more and more distant. He would barely talk to me and when he did, it was always about how much he missed hanging out with me. I tried to reassure him that I still cared about him and Bill, but it didn't seem to make a difference, no matter what I said. A few days ago, he commented about how I lied when I said I would make time for them. I didn't respond, not knowing what to say to that. He's usually so carefree, I wasn't expecting such an attitude from him, it took me by surprise. We haven't talked since...As I was walking to my next class, Ethan caught up to me in the hallway, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Hey, Y/N, you free tonight? I need some help with my homework !" he asked, flashing me a smile.
"Sure, Ethan. I'll meet you in the library after school." I replied, feeling a twinge of guilt for not spending more time with Ted and Bill, by accepting his offer without thinking twice. Maybe I was getting a little too attached to Ethan.
"Wait, do you have your Spanish class today?" He asked, smirking. "Because my deutsch teacher isn't here."
"Oh no, she's absent too!" We laugh at that realisation. "Well, I guess we can study right now then."
He comes next to me, taking my bag from my shoulders. "Hey !" I gasp, surprised. "You have to stop doing that, I already told you I can carry my bag myself."
"And I told you I can also carry your bag Y/N !" He winks at me, making me roll my eyes. "You're helping me for free so this is my way of paying you." He replies, walking shoulder to shoulder with me.
"What a gentleman..."
I took a deep breath to calm myself as I walked into the library with Ethan, still laughing from what he said. Today was another day I spent doing a tutoring session with Ethan, instead of hanging out with Bill and Ted.
I felt a heavy gaze on me as soon as we entered so, I looked around, until I saw Ted sitting at a table with Bill, both of them staring at me. Bill smiled when I noticed them while Ted just hung his head low. I turn around to Ethan, asking him to take a table for us. After he left, I took another deep breath, preparing myself for whatever mood Ted was in. "Hey guys," I said, walking over to their table. "What's up?"
"Nothing much dude !" Bill said, grinning. "Just waiting for you to show up, we were gonna go grab some pizza's and slushies !"
Ted didn't say anything, just focusing on his fidgety fingers. I frowned, feeling a pang of guilt for how he felt. "I'm sorry, guys. I can't today. I have a tutoring session with Ethan, his test is next week. He barely remembers when the Cold War was so we have a lot of work to do !"
Ted's head snapped up at the mention of Ethan. "Again ? You're always hanging out with him. Don't you have any time for us dude?"
I felt my face flush, taken aback by his tone. There it was again... "I'm sorry, Ted. I'm just trying to help him out. It's not like we're doing anything wrong." I clutched my arm, trying to stay calm. "We talked about this already; I'm helping him, he needs my help."
"Maybe he's using you for your, like, brain dude." He looked back down. "You don't know..."
I bristled, feeling defensive. "He's a nice guy, Ted. And I can be friends with whoever I want." I crossed my arms. "Why are you so angry about this ? You're usually so chill about everything, why is this specific thing getting to you so much ?"
"Yeah dude, what's with the attitude?" Joined Bill, just as confused as me. "Be nicer to the babe."
Ted's jaw clenched as he stood up abruptly. "Fine. Do what you want. Just don't expect me to sit around waiting for you all the time." He paused, looking at both of us with wide eyes. "I'm hungry anyways."
He stormed out of the library, leaving Bill and me staring at him in shock.
"What the hell was that about?" Bill muttered, looking up at me.
I shook my head, feeling just as confused as him.
"I don't know. He's just been acting weird lately." I sigh, rubbing my hand down my face. "Since I started to help Ethan he's like that... I don't understand why tho."
"Maybe he's jealous," Bill suggested, raising an eyebrow.
I scoffed. "Jealous? Of what?"
"Of Ethan," Bill responded, shrugging. "You guys have been spending a lot of time together. Maybe Ted feels left out, I don't know." Bill smiled knowingly at me. "I mean, you did walk in here laughing while he was carrying your bag, dude."
"I, what ?" I think about it for a moment, still shaking my head. "Why would he mind about that ? Ted never carried my bag before..."
I rolled my eyes, but deep down, I knew that Bill was right. Ted had always been a little possessive of me, I just had never thought it was anything serious. We just always had each other so, I simply thought he was afraid I would leave for the more popular kids, maybe it's deeper than that... I look at Bill for an instant, noticing his open notebook.
"Hey, you want to study with me and Ethan ?" I asked, smiling. "I could help you with the Charlemagne chapter."
Bill face immediately lightened up. "It would be most excellent dudette !"
The next week, I had another tutoring lesson scheduled with Ethan, as always. He had his test in two days so this was THE moment to study. It's been days since I saw Ted, I had glimpse of him sometimes in the hallways, he would walk past me after quickly glancing my way. I tried to not overthink it but it was hard, I was missing him an awful lot... Not seeing it everyday of every minute just reminded me how much I like him, how bad my crush on him is.
As I walked into the library to join Ethan who sat at our usual table, I saw Ted sitting alone, looking dejected as always. With my heart starting to pound, I walked up to him, hating how our last conversation ended. The moment I approached his table, he looked up before quickly adverting his eyes, sitting up straight.
"Hey, Ted, what are you doing here?" I asked, kind of surprised to see him here of all places. He usually never hangs out in the library expect if we have to study, he seems to be here quite a lot lately.
"I thought I'd surprise you and come help you tutor Ethan..." Ted said, a hint of bitterness in his voice. "Bill told him you helped him after, you know."
"Really? That's great, Ted!" I said, genuinely happy to see him and especially hear him say that. "Oh yeah, it's great !" I grasped his hand without thinking, dragging him to me and Ethan's table. When he noticed us approach, Ethan smiled nicely. "What's up?" he asked while Ted sat on the chair next to me. "You're Theo, right?" Ethan asked, putting his fist in front of him.
"Ted." He responded simply, fist bumping Ethan's hand with hesitation.
"Right, Ted, my bad man."
"He's really bad with names." I murmured, trying to ease the atmosphere. " Especially Napoléon Bonaparte, he cannot remember his name even if his life depended on it..."
"Hey, that French guy as a hard name ok !" Replied Ethan, his hand up in surrender.
"Napoleon ?" Repeated Ted, before turning to me. "Oh the little angry French dude ?"
Ethan brust out laughing at that, earning us a shush from the librarian. We giggled quietly, Ted shoulders relaxing lightly and is usual smile finally appaering again.
"Guys, guys, let's focus ok ? The test is in two days !" I say in the most neutral voice possible, not succeeding to stop my growing smile from appearing at Ted's one. "Ok, so what famous battle did Napoléon Bonaparte loose ?"
Three hours later, we finally get out of there, sighing loudly. Ethan's leave's us quickly, having a football practice, leaving me and Ted alone in front of the library. I quickly glance at him but feel heat rise to my cheeks when I see that he was already looking at me, a big smile on his lips.
"You were right dudette ! Ethan is a nice dude !" He pat's my shoulder. "He as a most excellent humour."
I laugh, nudging Ted shoulder with mine. "Told you." I respond, adjusting my bag on my shoulder, groaning.
"I can carry it if you want !" Before I can even reply, he takes it from me and slings it over his available shoulder. "There ! Now we're ready to go !"
"Why do you all think I can't carry my own bag ?!" I complain, while catching up with Ted who already started walking. I stop my thoughts for a moment, thinking back on what Billy said to me a few days ago. I look back at Ted who's still smiling, moving his head to the beat of an invisible song. That's when it hits me, finally. I stop in my track, also stopping Ted by putting my hand on his arm. "What's up dude ?" He asks, turning around to face me. "Y/N ?"
"You were jealous of me and Ethan." I whisper, realising it as I say it. "But, not because you were afraid of losing me as...a friend."
Ted eyebrows furrow, confusion written all over his face. "What do you mean?"
"You were jealous, yes ?" I ask, looking up at him. "Be honest."
He's hesitant for a moment, his cheeks reddening slightly. "I mean, yeah...like, kinda. I was afraid he was, you know, mean and stuff." He shrugges, his gaze looking at everything but me. "Turns out he's nice ! And his exam is in two days, so you'll be free again !"
"Ted..."
"Yes ?" He responds, looking at me again, his smile fading when he see's my expression. "Y/N ?"
"Are you..." I gulp, feeling my hand starting to shake. "Ted, I have to admit something to you. I don't know if I'm reading what's happening in the wrong way but I have to try, just in case I'm right." His brows furrow again, now he looks even more lost than before. "Give me my bag, just in case I'm wrong so that I can run away quickly." I chuckle nervously.
"What ?" He laughs quickly "Why would you ran away dude ?"
"I like you." I blur out, looking him dead in the eyes. "Not in a you're my best friend way but in a I want to be way more than your best friend way." I quickly swallow, feeling my courage fade. "I mean, not super mega best friend way either. Romantic way, like couples." I search his eyes. "Ted ?" I ask, my heart hammering in my chest. "Please, say something..."
"Woah dude..." He whispers, taking his head in his hands. "DUDE !"
I jump at his sudden yelling but can't help a laugh when I see him jumping around, punching the air yelling dude and woah multiples time. He suddenly stops, looking at me with the widest smile I've ever seen him have.
"DUDE !" He yells again, running towards me, lifting me in his arms while I yelp.
"Ted ! Oh my god, what are you doing ?!" I laugh while he spins me around. "I'm going to fall, I'll fall !" I breath out, felling my body slip away from his arms. "Ted, what's happening with you ?" I laugh, out of breath while he puts me down, his arms still holding me close to him.
"What's happening ? Dude, you told me you're in love with me !" He responds quickly, his voice trembling. "The most bodacious babe just told me she likes me ! Like, in a romantic way !"
I push him a bit to look at him, surprised. "Wait, does that mean..."
He cuts me off. "Of course it does ! Why would I spin you around ?"
"Do you even know yourself ? You could do it at any given opportunity!" I laugh, in disbelief. "So, I was right, you were jealous of Ethan."
Ted lower his head, his hair covering his face to hide his shamefulness. "Yeah... I mean, the guy's has everything. He's popular, handsome, nice and a jock. Bonus point for being funny !"
I smile tenderly, taking his face in my hands to put his gaze back into mine.
"True. He's veeeery handsome." Ted huff, trying to look away but I turn his face again to make him look back at me. "But I prefer guys with brown hair and eyes, who wear silly jackets with a big smiling face behind, rather than a sport's one. I also prefer guys with a blond friend called Bill. You want me to continue or you got it ?"
I feel the heat radiating from his face on my fingers, if seeing how red he was wasn't enough. We only look at each other for a moment, letting everything sink in.
"I really want to kiss you." He breaths out. "Can I kiss you ?"
"After you apologies."
"I'm sorry for being an evil dude. I shouldn't have ignored such a babe just because of a nice jock guy."
I giggle when he gives my cheek a quick peck. "And I'm sorry for not taking the time to hang out with you and Bill, I should have. I swear that from this day on, I will no matter what !" I finish my speech by returning his quick peck, making him giggle. "Now you can kiss me handsome."
He blushes at the pet name before crashing his lips on mine without a warning, making me yelp in surprise. Quickly, I compose myself and slide my hands to his hair to deepen the kiss while they move in rhythm with one another. It's clumsy, so we smile and giggle through it, he even apologies some times which I always respond with a simple it's ok before pulling him back for more. He doesn't have to be jealous, because no matter how messy and inexperienced our kisses are, I only want his.
i don’t care about straight actors playing queer people in media all i care about is if theyre going to put their whole pussy into it. tom hardy of course ive had gay sex im an actor. keanu reeves and river phoenix going to gay clubs in seattle and making out in public. heath ledger almost breaking jake gyllenhal’s nose because he kissed him too hard. when will actors do this again.
