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hand holding and drunken love confessions - max carrigan x jude feeny

warnings - alcohol use

a/n - the beatles exists in across the universe now. i dont know if they did before but they do now. also dont ask where the other four people living in their apartment are theyre just. away.

Max tapped his foot along sleepily to the music playing faintly on the radio. He and Jude were alone in the apartment, and the two had spent their time getting drunk and getting a few noise complaints from their neighbors. Now, however, the night grew late and both men were exhausted.

Jude sighed, getting up from his place on the couch to shake Max, who was laying on the floor. "Max. Max, wake up-"

"I'm not asleep," Max responded tiredly, his words slurred from the amount of beer he'd consumed.

"Right," Jude muttered with a sigh. "Max, you're practically passed out on the damn floor."

"I can sleep here."

Jude frowned, realizing his friend wouldn't get up without either of the two struggling. "Come on," he groaned, picking Max up with all the strength he could. "There's a nice comfy bed if we just walk a few steps over."

Max tried to fight back as best he could (which, frankly, wasn't very well at all), until he heard the music switch on the radio. He stood up straight suddenly, all signs that he had been drunk and exhausted completely wiped from his mannerisms, aside from his slurred speech. "Oh, Jude, I've always wanted to dance to a girl with this song!" Max said excitedly, the radio playing out I Want to Hold Your Hand by the Beatles.

"Well, then, you don't exactly have a dance partner, huh?" Jude said, just wanting to go to sleep in his bed, where it was warm and comfortable.

"Well, it doesn't have to be a girl. I've got you," Max said, smiling and tapping his foot to the beat of the song.

Jude blushed, something he hoped the other couldn't see. He considered it, dancing to a love song with Max. It could be funny to remind him about in the morning. "If I do, will you go to sleep?" Jude asked, crossing his arms.

Max frowned. "Fine." He walked over to Jude, taking his hand and dancing sloppily to the song. Jude tried to ignore the obvious butterflies in his stomach he got from the feeling of Max's hand around his.

After a bit, Max pushed himself closer to Jude, resting his head on his shoulder. Jude heard him half-humming, half-singing along to the song, quietly enough that he definitely wouldn't have heard it if Max's head weren't directly underneath Jude's ear.

Jude silently swore to himself over his emotions at being this close to Max. I'm not gay, he thought to himself, rolling his eyes at the mere idea of being with a man.

He took a moment to take in what was happening between him and Max at that moment. The two dancing, hand in hand, Max's head on Jude's shoulder, pressed chest to chest, laughing quietly anytime one of them messed up (which was most of the time).

Shit, am I gay?

Putting all the pieces together, it would definitely make sense. In high school, for example, while all his friends talked non-stop about who they claimed was the most attractive girl in their school, Jude felt more infatuated with a boy he'd only seen a few times around their school, usually skipping class. Once, he had given Jude a wave and a smile. His heart had skipped a beat.

Yeah, I'm definitely gay.

As the song came to an end, Jude couldn't stop himself from wondering if Max was gay, too, if he felt the same way as the lyrics sung in the song they'd been dancing to for the past few minutes.

Jude shook all the thoughts from his head, remembering what his goal was in the first place. "Alright, come on. Let's go to sleep now, Max." Max nodded sleepily in agreement, letting Jude guide him to his bed. "Goodnight, Max," Jude said quietly after setting Max down gently in his bed.

"Wait," Max muttered. "Stay with me." Jude paused for a moment before crossing to the other side of the bed and sitting down next to Max. "Lay down, dumbass."

"Oh," was all Jude muttered before doing as he was told, laying down on his side so he was facing Max.

Max turned to his side, too, the two now facing towards each other fully. "G'night, Judey," he said sleepily. "Love ya."

"L- what?" Jude's cheeks were painted a bright shade of red hearing those words from Max.

Max planted a kiss on Jude's lips before wrapping his arm around him, pulling him closer. "I said I love you. G'night."

Before Jude could say anything back, Max had fallen asleep, and Jude was left with nothing but Max's gentle snores, the sound of the Beatles still playing faintly through the radio, and Max wrapped around Jude's whole body.

"...Love you, too," Jude muttered quietly, as if the whole world might hear and judge him for it if he said it any louder.

Max is going to be so embarrassed tomorrow, Jude thought before drifting off with a smile.

#gay ppl r real guys!!!#across the universe #max carrigan #jude feeny

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something missing, something found - bill s preston esq x ted theodore logan

warnings: none!

a/n: ok technically there are multiple beds but they do CHOOSE to sleep in the same one so like

desc: Bill and Ted have saved the world. They can finally relax, take a break from music if they want to. They should feel accomplished and happy, and for the most part they do, but, still; something's missing and they both know it. But it's not until a movie and only one free bed when they realize what that something exactly was.

Bill collapsed on the couch in the garage, Ted alongside him. They'd just finished saving the world, among other things, and were exhausted. Billie and Thea were in the kitchen making popcorn, and the princesses were picking a movie to watch, which left Bill and Ted alone in the garage for the time being.

"It doesn't feel real, huh?" Ted muttered, a far-away look in his eyes.

Bill sighed. "It's... yeah, it's pretty weird," he said with a breathy laugh. "And- I mean, I'm happy, obviously, y'know? But... something feels... off? Like there's something we missed after all this time, I guess."

Ted nodded. "Yeah. We obviously did everything we're supposed to, though, or else we'd probably be dead right now." He shrugged. "It's probably just... denial? Something like that. It's been 30 years and we finally did the thing we were destined to do, so it's still setting in or something."

Bill made a noise in agreement, something that sounded like "Mm." He turned his head to the side, staring at the guitars and band memorabilia lining the walls. "Maybe."

Ted placed a hand on Bill's shoulder. "The band doesn't have to end, y'know. There's plenty of people our age still making bodacious music. I mean, Liz and Jo aren't really into the idea of being in a band anymore, but-"

Bill smiled. "Yeah, no- I know, Ted. Sorry, just... thinking."

Ted cocked his head to the side, and was about to ask Bill what was on his mind when Thea came in, carrying a handful of small buckets of popcorn. "We got a movie picked out, daders," she announced, her voice muffled behind the popcorn bucket she was holding with her teeth.

Bill got up to follow Thea into the living room, and that was Ted's way of knowing the conversation he and Bill had had in the garage was over, and they could continue talking sometime after the movie.

Bill noticed he kept stealing quick glances at Ted throughout the movie.

At first it was really only anytime Ted began speaking, usually leaning over towards Bill to whisper something to him, causing the both of them to spiral into fits of laughter (Bill always thought Ted was very funny; one of the many reasons he liked him so much). Eventually, Bill began sneaking glances at Ted whenever he would make a noise, whether that be laughing or even shifting his position to a more comfortable one. He realized that was probably just an excuse to look at Ted.

He really liked Ted's laugh. It was a cute laugh, of course, a little giggle that could honestly brighten anyone's day, in Bill's opinion. Plus, that giggle meant he was happy, and he liked it when Ted was happy. He'd seen him be unhappy far too many times.

He wished he didn't know what all these thoughts about Ted meant.

When he was a kid, he didn't, of course. He thought that everything he felt about the relationship he shared with Ted were all things people normally felt about friendships.

He never told Ted. The last and, really, only time they ever talked about sexuality was when they called each other homophobic slurs as teenagers. He never told Ted about the pang of sadness he always felt whenever the two made a homophobic joke. What would he even say? Maybe he would be okay with Bill's sexuality, but there was no way in hell he would be fine with his feelings for him.

He hated loving Ted.

"Bill?" Shit. While Bill had been spacing off, Ted was trying to talk to him. Knowing something was off, he stood up, holding Bill by the arm, then turned back to the princesses. "Excuse us for a moment." Then the two stepped past Billie and Thea, who were sitting on the floor, and into the kitchen.

Bill opened the fridge to get a drink. He tried his best to keep his cool while running through every lie he could tell Ted. He felt a pang of guilt in his heart. He'd never lied to Ted before.

"Bill?" Ted asked quietly, leaning against the counter next to Bill. "Hey, I can tell something's wrong, dude. We've known each other since elementary school." He smiled lightly, hoping a decent mood would get him to talk.

Bill shrugged. "Sorry, I was just spacing off. I'm-"

Ted shook his head. "No, you weren't just spacing off. When you space off, you get a far-off look or whatever in your eyes. You were totally focused out there, dude."

Bill sighed. He couldn't lie. This was important, this was different than just a simple white lie. This could affect his and Ted's entire relationship, whether or not he did lie. "Ted, I-" He choked on tears, realizing far too late what was happening.

Ted rushed forward to pull Bill into a hug, one hand placed on the small of his back, the other buried in his curly hair, while Bill dug his head into Ted's shoulder in an attempt to hide his cries. "Hey, Bill, it's okay," Ted assured quietly, his hand petting Bill's hair gently. "Take your time, okay?"

Bill really hoped the others couldn't hear his sobs from the living room. It was hard enough explaining this to his best friend, God knows how it would be explaining it to his wife and kid. Eventually, he took a breath, closing his eyes, and composed himself well enough to mutter out, "Ted, I'm gay," before more tears streamed down his face.

Ted didn't seperate. In fact, he pulled him in more, the opposite of what Bill had expected. "Ok," he practically whispered. "It's ok, Bill."

"I didn't- I didn't know how you would respond, we never t- talk about this kind of stuff, y'know? It- I- I don't know."

"I know, I'm sorry. You had every right to be scared, ok? Don't apologize, dude."

Bill wrapped his arms around Ted tighter, the cries dying down to sniffles. "Just- don't tell anyone, okay? Not yet." He paused. "Maybe Billie and Thea, though."

Ted nodded. "Okay, dude. I promise."

Shit. He really, really, really loved Ted. This hurt. A lot.

"Okay." Bill sighed, releasing from the hug after a few moments that he took to process everything.

When they seperated, Ted was smiling softly. Bill felt like a mess, his face red and tear-stained. Ted reached for a tissue box, handing it to Bill, who laughed awkwardly, taking the box nonetheless.

The two were silent, the only noises coming from the movie playing on the TV in the living room. "I like guys, too, by the way," Ted said eventually, breaking the silence. "And- and women."

Bill felt a spark of hope in his chest. "Really?" Ted nodded. "Well, that makes me feel a lot better." He laughed lightly.

Ted smiled again. "Do you wanna go back to the movie?"

Bill shrugged. "I'm pretty tired. Do you think I could just- I don't know, stay here tonight?" He hoped the warmth on his face wasn't showing.

"Dude, you live right next door."

"I'm- really tired. With the whole 'saving-the-world' thing I don't even know if i can use my legs again," Bill half-joked.

"Oh. Alright." Ted shrugged. "I'm pretty tired, too, actually." He paused. "You want me to carry you up to the guest bedroom?" He grinned, also half-joking.

Bill laughed. "I mean, I can probably-"

Suddenly, Ted swooped Bill up from his feet bridal style, still grinning widely. "It's too late, you said it yourself, you can never use your legs ever again!" Ted joked, beginning to walk up the stairs to the guest bedroom.

Bill laughed, wrapping his arms around the back of Ted's neck as the two made their way to the bedroom. It was times like these, when they were just having mindless fun together, making whatever stupid joke came to mind, where he felt like they were teenagers again, hanging out in Bill's old garage, playing the guitar mindlessly, neither caring how bad it sounded because no one was there to judge them except each other. He missed it, but he would never have been able to say the things he just said back then.

Ted gently placed Bill on the bed as they walked into the guest bedroom. "Goodnight, Bill," he said, turning off the light.

"Ted?"

"Yeah?"

Bill paused for a moment. "Remember when we first moved out? When we were- what, 18, 19?"

Ted nodded slowly.

"Uh- remember the bedroom we shared?" Bill continued, quieter this time.

"Oh." Ted paused. "Bill, there's only one bed in here."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just- feeling nostalgic, I guess. Nevermind."

"No, no, it's fine. I just wasn't expecting it, that's all." Ted climbed into bed next to Bill, too exhausted to change into something comfortable.

Neither fell asleep as fast as they thought they would. Bill was busy going over last nights conversation in his head. Ted had begun to become self-aware of what he was thinking of Bill.

He'd thought about kissing Bill before, although it only ever really crossed his mind for a moment at a time. But this was different. Something about his feelings about Bill had shifted, or maybe just revealed itself, since their conversation in the kitchen. It felt like... hope? Wonder? Love? He wasn't really sure. Feeling Bill's breathing pressed against his body didn't help, though.

It was around 8:00 when they both woke up. They were both too groggy to actually leave the bed, but neither minded. It was comfortable there, cuddled up close to each other.

Bill didn't move an inch, afraid that if he did, Ted would move away from him, remove his hand from his chest. Ted didn't want to move either, content with feeling Bill's steady breathing underneath the palm of his hand.

"Good morning," Bill said quietly, still not moving enough to actually look at Ted.

"Morning," Ted responded groggily, keeping his eyes closed.

"Do you want to get up?"

"Mm-Mm," Ted responded simply, letting out a laugh from Bill.

"Yeah, I don't, either." Bill sighed. He didn't want to move, but his position was getting uncomfortable, and he wanted to be able to see Ted, so he turned to the side, examining his half-asleep friend's face.

Suddenly, Ted's eyes fluttered open, and, upon seeing Bill's face, he smiled. "Hi," he laughed. "How'd you sleep?"

"Fine."

"Just fine? No wonder you're tired," Ted joked.

Though they were already extremely close, Bill scooted in, just a little bit. "To be honest, I was thinking about last night's conversation," he muttered.

Ted frowned slightly. "What about it?"

Bill was quiet. He was never really good with "serious" talks, even if they weren't really that serious. He looked Ted in the eye, grabbing his waist gently. "Ted, can I be honest with you without you making everything... for a lack of a better word, weird?"

Concern grew on Ted's face. "Of course, dude."

Bill spoke quietly. He knew how shitty all this could go, and thought, though he knew it was a stupid idea, that maybe he could pretend he was joking if he set up the statement in a way.

"I love you. I really, really love you, Ted, and I think I have since we were kids." He wanted to cry, wanted to break down and sob just like he did the night before.

He didn't take his eyes off Ted. He wanted to see his reaction, but, at the same time, he wished he'd never said anything, thought maybe it would be better if he'd just stayed quiet.

Ted reached his arm up slowly, placing his hand on Bill's head, his fingers tangled within his curls. "I love you, too, Bill," he responded with a smile, a genuine smile. "And I'm sorry it took me over 30 years to say it."

Before either of them knew it, Ted had leaned in, placing his lips on Bill's, both smiling through the kiss. Bill felt happy tears start to well up in his eyes, and he mentally kicked himself for getting so emotional all the time. But, he knew, this was the happiest moment of his life, being able to kiss Ted, to hold and touch him in a way that was more than just a hug. He let himself melt into Ted's touch, his only worry being how soon he might have to let go.

#the fact that this took me like all day to write oops✋#bill and ted #bill and ted fanfic #bill and ted fan fic #bill and ted fanfiction #bill s preston esquire #ted theodore logan #bill and teds excellent adventure #bill and teds bogus journey #bill and ted face the music #fanfiction #fanfic

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walk to the park - bill s preston esquire x ted theodore logan

notes: evil bill and ted are also in this fic and are unbearably gay for the first like 2 minutes but this fic mainly revolves around human bill and ted, bill and ted have a swanky little therapy session while the robots have sex

warnings: mentions of "not wanting to live" and internalized homophobia, implied sex

desc: With no way to contact Station nor the good robot Bill and Teds due to the battle of the bands being over and them leaving, the Wyld Stallyns leads are now stuck with their evil robot counterparts, whom they thought they killed, as their roommates. That, of course, is bad enough, but it gets about 10x worse when the robots start dating. Bill and Ted, now face to face with the fact that they might not actually be as straight as they seem, talk a walk to the park to figure everything out.

"Well, maybe, next time you kill two totally evil robots, make sure they're actually, y'know, dead," Evil Bill stated, a wide, mocking grin on his face as he sat tangled up with Evil Ted on the couch, his right leg hanging off the edge.

"Dweebus," Evil Ted added, also grinning, holding Evil Bill so he wouldn't fall off the couch.

"Jesus, your heads flew off, I figured that was enough to prove that you were gone for good," Bill argued. "Sorry I don't know the signs of a robot being dead. Would you rather we had really killed you?"

"Our heads reattach, dumbass." Evil Bill rolled his eyes, kicking his foot back and forth lightly.

"Listen, dudes, we just want you to be respectful. This is our apartment, after all," Ted said calmly. "So could you... not trash it?"

Evil Ted groaned. "It's already a shithole, anyways, what difference is it gonna make?" he said with a smile.

"Dudes, you threw all our dishes while we were dead and now theres broken glass everywhere. It's a damn hazard just to walk around without shoes," Bill said, trying his best to remain as calm as possible.

Evil Bill rolled his head back, groaning impatiently. "Fine, whatever, we'll clean the stupid dishes, but we're not buying you new ones. Can we move on now? ET and I have got an announcement to make." He smiled, clearly anxious to make whatever announcement he was going to make.

Ted shrugged. "Alright, what's the announcement, duder?"

The evil robots exchanged glances, both grinning ear to ear, before Evil Bill exclaimed, "Me and Evil Ted are totally dating, dudes!"

Bill and Ted stood, both shocked at the news they'd just heard. "You're... what?"

"Dating, dweebus, did you not hear him?" Evil Ted asked as Evil Bill adjusted himself.

"I'm sorry, you called us a homophobic slur and now you're dating?" Ted asked, looking back and forth between Bill and the robots, as if making sure what he was hearing was real.

Evil Bill shrugged. "Yeah, sorry about the whole slur thing. Evil programming or whatever."

"You mind telling us what happened in between then and now that changed your point of view on dating dudes?" Bill asked, his face scrunched in thought and confusion.

Evil Ted shrugged. "We were bored, we made out, now we're dating. End of story."

"Wh- end of- y- what the hell?" Bill stammered, unable to put his thoughts and questions into words.

Ted stood, completely silent. Then, quietly, "I'm gonna... take a walk." He went to grab his coat, which was lying messily on the couch, then turned to walk out the door.

Bill shifted on his feet, suddenly slightly uncomfortable. "Yeah, me, too." He grabbed the nearest sweatshirt, one of Ted's, labelled with the name of their high school, threw it on, then walked to the door. "Wait for me, dude!" he called.

"Don't come back for a while," Evil Ted called out with a grin, before Bill heard the thump of both the robots' bodies landing on the couch.

"Gross," Bill muttered, before closing the door without turning around for even a second.

He ran after Ted quickly, who was already in the parking lot of the apartment complex. He turned his head as he heard the thumping of Bill's shoes against the pavement. "Oh, hey, Bill."

Bill smiled. "Hey. Where are we going?"

Ted was quiet for a moment. "I don't know. Nowhere, really, I guess. I was sorta just gonna clear my mind after- that."

Bill laughed. "Yeah." He paused. "Uh- 'clear your mind'? Like, in what way?"

Ted went quiet again. "I don't know." He laughed, trying to shrug off the awkwardness of the whole situation. "Try and get the image of the robots making out out of my head, I guess."

"Oh. Yeah." Bill tried to focus on his feet instead of the obvious tension between him and Ted as they walked. He tried to make conversation about anything that wasn't that. "Nice night," he stated awkwardly, mentally kicking himself over how stupid he sounded.

Ted nodded. It was quiet, the only sounds being crickets chirping, the sounds of their feet hitting the pavement, and the occasional car passing by. Streetlights and the moon were the only things illuminating their path. Ted looked at Bill as they passed under a streetlight, then laughed, startling Bill. "Dude, is that my hoodie?"

Bill laughed, too. "It was the closest coat I could find. Besides, it's comfortable." He shrugged, grinning jokingly as he showed off the oversized hoodie. It grew silent again, but the silence was more comfortable this time, then Bill spoke again. "You wanna go to the park?"

"The park?"

"Dude, come on, it's night, so it's not like anyone'll be there, except maybe, like, graffiti artists or something. Besides, we'd get a totally excellent view from the top of that big play-thingy."

Ted laughed, staring at the park as it came into view. "Alright, I'll race you there," he said with a grin, before bolting off towards the playground.

"Wh- hey, no fair, you didn't even give me any time!" Bill called out, smiling widely as he chased after Ted.

The two panted heavily as they made it to the park, leaning against the fence. "Dude, why do you run so fast?" Bill asked in between heavy breaths.

"You've just got short legs," Ted joked, also panting. The two giggled, clutching their stomachs. After they had basically fully recovered from the run, Ted pointed to the plastic playground. "Come on, let's go sit up there."

The two walked up the stairs, to the very top of the playground, the part just before the roof, and sat down by 2 large slides. They remained silent for a few moments.

Both of them knew what they had to address. Neither of them wanted to address it.

Finally, Ted spoke up. He tried to talk about it in a joking manner, which didn't exactly work. "Pretty crazy how they can go from homophobic to making out on our couch that fast, huh?" he said awkwardly.

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Crazy."

Shit. Back to awkward. Ted sighed. "Dude, you know we can't just pretend like it's not happening. I mean-" He paused, his voice quieting. "They're basically exact copies of us, Bill. And they're dating, and they seem- y'know, happy with themselves. Doesn't it make you think? Just a little bit?"

"They're not exact copies of us, Ted, they're totally evil."

"It's not evil to be gay, Bill."

"I know, that's not what I'm-" Bill sighed. "What the hell are you trying to get at, anyways?" he asked, looking at Ted now.

Ted was quiet. He couldn't avoid it now, he had to say what he was thinking. "Would it be so bad to- to, y'know... date? Like, each other?" he asked quietly, fidgeting with his jacket zipper nervously.

Bill fell silent. "Ted, what-" he started quietly before being interrupted.

"I just- I'm sorry, Bill, I can't just not tell you, I- dude, I've had a crush on you since we were kids, and- I mean, I don't want to ruin our friendship or anything, but- with- with the robots, do you think it could be possible? You and me?" Ted stammered quickly, hiding his face. The fidgeting of his zipper grew faster as he waited anxiously for an answer.

"I- I don't know, dude," Bill answered quietly.

Shit. Ted fidgeted more, hoping they could change the subject and forget about it all. "Th-that's fine, dude, you-"

"How did you find out? About how you feel about me, I mean."

Ted paused. Bill didn't seem at all negative towards Ted's feelings about him. Just curious. "Uh- I don't know, I guess I just sorta-" He paused. "I think I've sorta always known, I guess. I mean- when we were in middle school, my dad gave me that totally bogus talk about dudes liking other dudes and how it's 'wrong' or whatever, and ever since then, I-" He trailed off.

Bill reached out and touched Ted's shoulder. "You what, Ted?" he asked.

"I- uh- anytime I saw, like, a cute rocker dude or- y'know, you, and I got that woozy feeling in my stomach, I-" He swallowed, letting himself cry as Bill wrapped his arms around Ted, pulling him into a hug. "I hated myself for it. Jesus, I wished I was dead, and it's all because of my dickweed dad." He cried into Bill's shoulder, wrapping his arms around him as he did so.

Bill closed his eyes. He didn't know what to say, but he knew he had to say something. "I-" He paused, thinking hard about the right thing to say. "I'm sorry, Ted. Maybe Rufus'll let us burrow the booth and we can, like- go back and tell young you it's cool to like dudes? I don't- I don't know. That's a stupid idea."

Ted laughed, sniffing. "I don't think 14 year old me would take anything we say seriously, Bill."

Bill laughed, too. "Yeah, probably not. But, like- look on the bright side." He seperated from the hug slightly to look at Ted better. "You don't have to see your dickweed dad, like, ever anymore."

Ted smiled, wiping still-falling tears from his face. "Yeah, I guess that is pretty good." He paused. "I didn't, uh, fully accept my feelings until I moved out with you, y'know."

Bill nodded. "So- how are you supposed to know when you're in love with someone?"

Ted thought. "I don't know. You just sorta... know, I guess."

Bill sighed. "That's the problem, Ted, I don't know. I've never really been in love with anyone before. I mean, the princesses- they're hot babes, and that's what I'm supposed to like, y'know? But- it just doesn't feel... right." He shrugged.

Ted nodded. "Yeah, I get what you mean." He thought for a moment. "Maybe we could ask the robots about it?"

Bill shook his head. "Dude, they're evil robots who made out with each other to find out if they were gay. I don't think they'd give the best dating advice." Ted laughed. Bill scrunched up his face in thought. "I think- I don't know how to explain it, but- this, just- sitting here with you, doing nothing- it just seems... right? I don't know."

"Like everything we'd ever done before has led up to this moment."

"Yeah. That whole fate thing or whatever."

Bill looked at Ted again, his face illuminated by the moonlight. Gently, slowly, he set his hand on Ted's cheek, feeling it warm slightly. Smiling, he kissed Ted's lips gently. This felt good. This felt right. This felt better than any experience with girls he'd ever had, and he knew that what he had always felt when he was with Ted since they were kids had been love.

The two stayed sitting like that, Bill on Ted's lap, his legs dangling through the bars behind Ted. Their faces were only inches apart. "Do you wanna go back home?" Ted murmured, staring at Bill, then his lips, then Bill again, then his lips again, over and over and over.

"No. Let's stay here until the sun comes up."

Ted laughed. "Dude, that's not for, like, a million hours."

Bill smiled. "So? Sunrises are pretty and romantic."

Ted giggled. "Fine. Can we at least get snacks?"

Bill planted another kiss on Ted's lips. "Deal."

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((hey!! i made a funky little poem and its my first one! im actually really proud so i thought i'd share it with you all. im not very familiar with poetic structure so feedback is absolutely welcome!! apologies for the formatting by the way, tumblr kinda sucks))

I used to think

As you walked along the dirty, beaten path,

Your boots clack-clack-clacking rhythmically with each step,

That I was simply jealous.

Jealous of your looks,

Of your fearlessness,

Of the way

You could so effortlessly

Show off the girl you loved

But now I realize,

As my lips lock with yours,

The sheriff on his horse

Desperately,

Desperately searching.

Searching for us, the rebels.

Us, the peacekeepers gone rogue.

Us, the cowboys who'd had enough.

Us, the men only now seen on wanted posters and crime scenes,

That i was simply jealous

Of the girl.

#reblogging this on my writing acc bc it is writing lol #cowboys #gay cowboys #poems on tumblr #poetry #old west #wild west

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less than a friend - bill s preston esq x ted theodore logan

warnings: mentions of homophobia, mentions of abuse, f slur

desc: Ted is acting strange, and Bill intends to find out why, but Ted won't even look at him. When Ted finally talks to Bill, he reveals he doesn't want to be friends anymore.

The first couple of times, Bill had convinced himself Ted simply hadn't heard him. He grew more concerned, however, when he noticed Ted look at him and still avoid him. Had he done something? Ted would tell him if he did, right?

When Bill saw Ted getting things from his locker, he fully intended to keep on walking; he was clearly too occupied to talk to Bill, and if he wanted to talk to him, he would do so. That was the plan until he caught a clear glimpse of a bruise on Ted's arm.

"Ted?" Ted flinched, clearly able to hear Bill, but didn't move in his direction. "Please don't ignore me, Ted." He spoke quietly. He noticed Ted's busted lip, which wasn't noticable earlier because Ted's face had been hidden behind his hair. "Did you get hurt, Ted?"

The halls had begun to clear out as the bell rang. Ted took a breath. He didn't want to do this. But he had to for the both of them, right?

"We should talk, Bill," Ted stated in a way that told Bill something was very, very wrong.

Bill nodded, waiting for Ted to continue. When he didn't, Bill asked, "What is it, Ted?"

Ted hid his face behind his hair again. He could feel how fast his heart was beating. He didn't want to do this. He wished he didn't have to. But his dad would kill him if he didn't.

"Bill, I don't-" Ted could feel the tears threatening to come up, heard his voice crack, and cleared his throat. "I-I think we sh-should- stop being, uh- stop being friends." He paused to let the both of them process what he had just said. "The bands over, too, Bill. I'll come over later to get my stuff."

Bill stared at Ted, dumbfounded. "What?"

"I'm sorry, Bill. It's not your fault, I just- it's better this way, y'know?" Ted half-lied. He really wasn't sure if this was better or worse.

"Y-you- Ted-" Bill fought back the tears he knew would come up sooner or later. He felt his heart sink. Was he joking? He didn't look like he was joking. Ted wouldn't make this kind of joke, anyways. Bill wished he could get one single coherent thought out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry, Bill. It's not your fault, really." Ted began to turn around, stopping and turning his head to face Bill again, giving him a sad smile. "You were a good friend, Bill. Please don't forget that."

With that, Ted left Bill standing alone in the hallway, his mind reeling. It wasn't his fault. Ted had said that, and he wouldn't lie to him. But something inside him told him he had done something wrong, something so bad that Ted didn't want to talk to him ever again.

And then it hit him. He was alone. He was completely and utterly alone, with not even Ted to comfort him. He always had Ted, no matter what, that's just how it had been since they were little kids. They had never had anyone but each other, and now they didn't even have that.

Bill ran to the bathroom, locking himself in one of the stalls. He began sobbing without checking if anyone was in the bathroom with him. He didn't give a shit if anyone heard him, anyways. His best friend didn't want anything more to do with him, he should be allowed to cry as much as he wanted.

As Bill sobbed loudly, his shoulders shaking rhythmically with each sob, only one thought came and went through his head; today, after school, would be his last chance ever to talk to Ted.

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Neither Bill nor Ted said anything on the ride back to Bill's house. Missy had no idea what was going on, and the boys' peculiar behavior only made her increasingly concerned with every passing second.

"I won't be home for a while, I've got some errands to run. Have fun, boys," Missy called out with a smile as they approached the Preston residence and the boys got out of the car.

"Yeah," Bill muttered, kicking a pebble in front of his foot.

Ted gave as convincing a smile as he could. "Bye, Mrs. Preston."

Missy waved, smiling, too. "Bye, Ted." And with that, she drove off.

The two stood there for a few moments, but to them it felt like forever. "So- I- I think you've got a few things in my room. I don't know. We can start there."

Ted shrugged. "You can keep whatever's in your room, dude. I just need whatever's in the garage."

Bill's heart ached. He really didn't want to keep any of Ted's stuff. He thought it would hurt too much. He nodded, anyway. "Okay. Garage it is, then, duder." He tried to keep his voice from cracking or shaking. He didn't think he was very good at it.

Bill pushed past Ted, doing his best to avoid any eye contact with him. He didn't want to see whatever emotion Ted was feeling right now. He opened the garage, faced with their instruments and small stage. The instruments and stage he would most likely never use again.

Ted pointed to the right of the garage. "I'll start there, I guess."

Bill nodded. "Oh, wait- don't you-" He could feel his voice start to crack. He hated this. He just wished he could fix whatever was going on between him and Ted. "Don't you want your guitar, dude? I think you should get that first, so you don't forget it."

Ted looked at his guitar sadly. It was leaned against the wall next to Bill's. "No, you should keep it. My dad would totally kill me if I had that thing in the house." He laughed slightly, like everything happening was just a joke to him. Bill didn't know if it pissed him off or made him even sadder. "I'm sure you'll find some other bodacious dude to start a band with, and you can give them my guitar."

Bill's heart sank deeper. He didn't think that was possible. It hadn't even occurred to him that he might continue Wyld Stallyns without Ted. He didn't plan on it. But Ted moved on, he would have to move on eventually, too. "Yeah, maybe," Bill mumbled, dragging his feet as he walked to a small table set by the stage. He took a breath. "Y'know no one's gonna be as bodacious as you, though, Ted," he said quietly, unsure of how he would respond.

Ted chuckled. "Yeah. You- you too, Bill."

Bill wanted to cry again. But he couldn't, not right in front of Ted. He sucked in his breath, holding it for a few seconds before releasing again and grabbing a box below the table. It had a collection of random things pertaining to the band, merchandise they had hand made, a few scrapped song lyrics.

Pictures of the two of them together.

Bill reluctantly grabbed a photograph of the two. It was a picture of them Ted had taken; behind them, the beginning of their band set up. This photo was from a few years before, when they had first started their band. They seemed so happy. He wondered if he would be able to go back in time, to experience it all again. Probably not.

Bill let out a shaky breath, a low sob-like noise. Ted turned around. "Dude? What's up?"

Bill sniffed. "Nothing, Ted, sorry. Just- uh, nothing."

Ted crouched down on the floor with Bill, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Bill, it's okay, really. Whatever it is, you can talk to me about it. I promise." He smiled reassuringly. "Just because we won't be hanging out anymore doesn't mean you can't talk to me about- y'know, your problems and stuff."

Bill let out a loud sob, letting go of the photo and setting his head in his hands. "I'm sorry, Ted, I just- I know you said it's not my fault, and I trust you on that, but- I just- I know there's some reason, that something obviously happened between us, and whatever it is I'm sorry- and- I- I don't know. I just can't move on as fast as you, Ted. I'm sorry."

Ted was quiet, and Bill didn't realize he was crying, too, until he started talking. "Dude," he said quietly, his voice cracking. "I don't want to stop being friends with you-"

"Then why!?" Bill yelled, breaking down into sobs once more. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I don't want to yell. Just-" He took a breath, lifting his head to look at Ted. "Why?"

Ted stared at him, obvious sadness in his expression. "I can't explain it, Bill. We- we just can't be friends anymore. I don't-" He took a breath. "I don't think I could handle it. And my dad wouldn't like it much, either."

"Screw your dad, Ted!" Bill paused. "I- wh- what the hell do you mean you can't handle being friends with me? Did- did I do something?" His expression turned into that of fear as he searched his brain for anything and everything he'd ever done wrong.

"No, Bill, of course not. I don't think you can do anything wrong, really." Ted stared at Bill for a minute, then sighed. "I can't explain more, Bill, I'm sorry. I don't want you getting more mad at me than you already are."

"Mad? Ted, I'm not mad. I've only ever gotten, like, slightly annoyed with you, like, twice for totally stupid reasons. Just tell me, Ted. I won't get mad." Bill was confused, but he knew if he continued pressing he would get at least a slight explanation as to why his best friend completely left him.

Ted sighed. He stared at nothing for a few minutes, contemplating whether he should even say anything. He felt like just being here would send his dad some sort of distress signal or something. "Bill, I-" He let out a breathy sob. "I'm a total faggot. And- and my dad found out and he thinks if I spend any more time with you it'll only get worse, and honestly, I think I agree with him."

Bill's face scrunched up in thought. "Dude, I don't care if you like dudes. Shit, is it because I called you a fag? I-"

"No, Bill, it's not about that. I mean, kinda, but- it's more about what dude I like. And how my dad found out." Ted didn't want to say it. He hoped Bill would fill in the blanks.

"I'm not following, dude."

Ted swallowed. "Okay, so, I- I was working on a song for this really bodacious dude I know, and my dad found out and- he found out who it's about- I mean, his name is in the song, y'know? So, yeah, he-" Ted turned to face Bill again, who was looking at him with wide, seemingly hopeful eyes. "Bill, why do you think I can't talk to you anymore, dude?"

Bill stared at Ted. "Dude." He lifted his hand to Ted's cheek, letting gentle tears flow from his eyes. His voice was shaky and squeaky as he said quietly, "I love you so much." He pulled Ted into a quick kiss, laughing happily. "And your dad's a major dickweed. You can stay here as long as you need, dude."

Ted smiled weakly. "My dad would totally kill me, Bill, you know that."

Bill was quiet for a moment. Reluctantly, he said quietly, "Y'know, I never said you had to leave anytime." He squeezed Ted's hand. "I would love to hear that song sometime, though."

Ted laughed, squeezing Bill's hand back. "I'll totally play it for you soon, dude." He was quiet. "Y'know, I think you're right. My dad is a total dickweed. I think I will stay here for a while."

Bill laughed, too. "Good."

They were quiet again, still in the same position they had been in. Then, Ted adjusted himself, touching his forehead with Bill's. "I'm sorry, dude. It was most uncool of me to completely avoid you all day. I love you."

Bill felt butterflies in his stomach. As much as it was totally uncool to ignore him all day, he understood. "It's okay, Ted. You're here now, that's all that really matters, I think." He paused. "I love you, too."

He loved being able to say that to Ted. It felt real, because he really did love him, and he felt like breaking into sobs all over again, because here he was, holding the hand of his best friend since kindergarten. He would be more than content if they stayed like that forever, never leaving each other's arms.

#ghqhdjf this was so fun to make even tho it did make me cry a bit lol💃🕺#f slur tw #bill and ted #bnt #bill s preston esquire #ted theodore logan #bill and ted fan fic #bill and ted fanfiction #bill and ted fanfic

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our best wasn't good enough - paul x marko (the lost boys)

warnings: main character death

desc: how i think paul reacted during marko's death scene + some added gayness

Paul slept relatively well, as did most vampires. He had gotten so used to sleeping through the noises and chaos of the day, that he didn't expect to get woken up that day, especially not by vampire hunters and a piercing scream.

Marko's scream.

"Marko!" Paul screamed as his friend thumped head-first to the ground. David flew past him and Dwayne, chasing after the vampire hunters.

"Shit," Dwayne muttered. "I'll go see if there's- I- wait, is- is he alive?" He didn't know what to do. He was just standing there as Paul scrambled over to Marko.

"Marko?" Paul whispered. He could feel Marko's shallow breath below his hand. "Shit, Dwayne he's alive. He's alive! Go get a- I don't know, anything. Bandages? Do we have- I don't know, just do something!"

Dwayne nodded, running off to find something of use, leaving Paul and Marko alone. Paul took off his jacket to cover Marko's wound. He knew it probably wouldn't work, I mean, for God's sake, there was a giant hole in his chest, but it was something.

"Paul-"

Paul shook his head. "No, stop, shut up. Please. Just don't- don't say anything, okay? We're gonna get you fixed up, okay, Marko? You'll be fine, I promise." Paul was crying, visibly shaking as he held Marko's hand in his own.

Marko squeezed Paul's hand. He was looking at him now, doing his best to smile. "We both know that's not true."

Paul bit back a sob. "Shut up, don't say that. You're gonna be fine and we're gonna kick those shitheads asses, okay?" He smiled, too, fighting back even more tears.

Marko laughed slightly, then winced in pain. "It's a nice thought, Paul." He paused for a moment to catch his breath. "But I- I'm dying."

Paul began sobbing, leaning down so his head touched Marko's neck. "No, stop! Stop saying that! You're f-fine, you're not gonna die! Please. You can't die."

Marko began crying, too, lifting his arm up as best as he could to touch Paul's head, burying his hand in his hair. "I love you, Paul," he said quietly, his voice cracking.

Paul began crying more. He stopped momentarily to say, "I love you, too."

His sobs quieted slightly as Dwayne came back, looking defeated. "I couldn't find anything," he mumbled. "I'm sorry."

Paul didn't know what to say. He had more or less come to terms with the fact that Marko was going to die in a matter of seconds. It was a miracle he had even survived this long. Still, nothing? He wanted to break down into sobs all over again. So he did, holding onto Marko's waist, attempting to hold him closer than he already was.

"There can't- there can't just be nothing. No. No, there has to be something, Dwayne. I can't let you die, Marko, I can't. I can't." Paul's voice cracked as he felt Marko's breathing get shallower and shallower.

"We did our best, Paul. It's okay."

"We did our best and he's still dying, Dwayne!" Paul screamed, sitting up now. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. "Why can't our best be good enough to save Marko?"

"Paul-"

"Get out, Dwayne." He spoke quietly. "I'm sorry. Please. I just-" He didn't have to continue, because Dwayne nodded in understanding. Paul was closer to Marko than either him or David. He couldn't imagine how he was feeling at that moment.

Paul turned back to Marko as Dwayne left to another part of the cave. "Marko?" Paul's voice was trembling. He was afraid and weak and he wished he could do something more. No, he wished Marko hadn't been goddamned staked in the first place. He wanted to tear apart the pieces of shit that staked him, if they weren't already dead.

Marko's eyes met Paul, and he gave him a small smile, a sign to show him he was still alive. He couldn't speak now, they both knew it was too much for him.

"Marko..." Paul fought back the tears threatening to come pouring down his face again. The last words Marko would hear couldn't be sad or grim. He didn't want that for him. This was a bad enough situation as it was. He swallowed. "Marko, if there is an afterlife or something, you promise to haunt me forever, right?" he joked, giving a half-hearted smile in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Marko laughed. "Absolutely," he said quietly, his voice dry and croaky. He swallowed, pushing past the amount of pain he felt when he spoke. "I love you, Paul."

Paul smiled, kissing Marko quickly before he felt the other's breathing stop and heard his hand fall to the ground with a light thump. Paul broke down into sobs, leaning his head against Marko's chest. He was shaking again, letting all the tears that he had previously been holding in out.

As he held Marko's lifeless body in his arms, all he could think about was one thing.

He was gonna kill those bastards that night, that was for goddamn sure.

#might make a sequel to this ngl🏃💨#tlb #the lost boys #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #parko #paul tlb #marko tlb

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