I don’t think we’ve really interacted before, but you seem chill! Every time I see a post about or watch Community I think of ur blog lol
Speaking of Community? May I request some Abed Nadir headcanons? They can platonic or romantic, you have the creativity liberty here I’m sure I’ll enjoy whatever you write
Hi anon thank you :3 this was so long ago but i appreciate it!!
it makes me so joyous u think of my blog with community XD
YES! I'M SO HAPPY ALMOST NONE OF MY REQUESTS ASKED FOR COMMUNITY OR ABED... I actually wrote a little fic intro for abed so i'll post it xd as well as the headcanons right now ;)
Also you can take this as romantic or platonic whichever u feel best :)
hope you do end up enjoying my (very late) writing!
Abed Nadir x Reader (romantic/platonic) 𓂃⋆.˚
ʚ When he first saw you, introducing yourself as the new club president of the Films and Media club, it was like something clicked in his head.
ʚ Because, yes, of course. It had to be you. There wasn't any way out of the matter.
ʚ That led to weeks and weeks of planning, plotting, he had never been so stressed about something other than films.
ʚ Even Troy had started to worry.
Troy put a hand on Abed's shoulder, while he was typing away on his laptop. "Dude, it's been six hours, I think you should just go up to them. Or maybe find a club they're in."
That was precisely the problem. You were in his films and media club. The club president as well! It was torture having to go every Thursday and stare at you. Stare as you talked, so passionately, it made him want to weep. Abed started to wring his hands out as he turned to Troy.
"I can't. What if they ignore me? Or even worse they laugh in my face? Or they could dismiss me like I'm a Vruvian. Even worse than that could be they could light me on fire. Hm." He listed the reasons of his concern, with the slightest emotion. Troy shook his head.
"Man. You gotta figure it out. You like them right? You wanna talk to them?"
Abed nodded repeatedly.
"Suggest the next movie for the club. I guarantee it will be nothing but net!" Troy laughed, amused by himself as he tossed an invisible basketball into an invisible net.
Abed only swiveled back to his laptop, humming in thought.
ʚ Only after that week, had he settled on actually talking to you. He wasn't sure what he was feeling for you but he had to snuff it out.
ʚ It had been the second last meeting of the fall semester, and as you quietly put away the DVDs and packed your bag, you felt a tap on your shoulder.
ʚ Abed was sweated bullets, he could hear his heartbeat in his ears and it really, really freaked him out.
"Oh, hey! Something you need help with?"
Abed stood there, staring for a minute.. or five.
You smiled at him, you could see the gears turning or, well, trying to turn in his head. It was just a buffering moment.
"Can I suggest a movie for the last meeting?" He managed to spit out the sentence without melting into molten lava.
"Uh, yeah! Of course! Let me write that down though." You quickly pulled out a notepad from your bookbag and flipped it to a new page. "Go ahead."
ʚ He could not keep his mouth shut after that. He had suggested Cougar Town which meant that well, let's just say you ended up walking out together.
ʚ Very late at night, you could add.
ʚ Abed seemed to be sucked into a parallel world of Cougar Town, but you didn't mind.
ʚ It ended up being the most interesting conversation you've had with a peer.
ʚ He walked you to your car and waved goodbye as you pulled out and drove away.
His legs felt like jelly and he really couldn't pinpoint the reason why. Of course, until he got home and Troy saw the state of him.
"Damn man, were they really that awesome to talk to?"
Hi, this is my first fic here. English is not my first language, but i hope you like it.
Blockbuster Times
It was a Monday, and everyone knows on the planet that Mondays are the worst. Even on other planets, Martians must think Mondays are awful, or maybe humans are awful. Anyway, it’s a monday at blockbuster, and a ton of cargo just got loaded in the garage, thousands of movies to categorize, to put labels on, to read, to learn, to watch…
Suddenly, you’re out of your thoughts, all because your boss is screaming at you to start the work by moving the heavy boxes. You think that as a gentleman he could offer some help at least to carry the heaviest boxes, but given that you are 21, paying for your creative writing career in an expensive university, and mildly broke, you decide wisely to imagine that you can evaporate him out of existence. The hours pass, and you got two boxes done, the horror genre movies, and rom com movies, you were opening the third box, that had “sci fi” written with a sharpie in the top, and then you hear the ringing of the bell. “A client? At these hours of the morning? please don´t be an old lady, or a weirdo, damn, I hate the horror gore obsessed weirdos…”. You stand up and sob your back from being seated so long, only to encounter the definition of perfect client in blockbuster. A guy with good composure, with a little smile while he checks everything in the store, not you, but the changes in the store and some new movies if there are.
— Hi— He says in a monotone voice
— Good morning— You say in return already smiling, you didn’t know why, maybe because he seems to be a good person, and because he isn’t a pain in your ass (yet).
— If I’m correct, the new boxes arrive the Monday’s here, and I was very interested to search any new material of science fiction. —
— That’s right, you got it! We were just opening this box, and it’s your lucky day because tadaaaan— You show proudly the box making jazz hands and being a little embarrassed by your enthusiasm on someone having interest in the makings of your job. Suddenly, you stare at his T-shirt noticing something very familiar, you could tell this customer didn’t like being specially observed, until you said.
— Mother of God, that’s Bill and Ted with the TARDIS?! that’s the coolest shit I’ve ever seen—
His semblant changed at the instant, surprised in a good way.
— You know Bill and Ted? and Dr. Who? At the same time? Both? —
— Hell yeah! One of Keanu Reeves’ best roles, and you must stop me if I start to talk about Dr. Who because I will not get my turn done—
— You like more sci-fi movies and shows? — He says now looking at you in the eyes, in profound curiosity. When he entered the store he didn’t even consider the idea of observing and analyzing people, but to be honest, nobody had recognized his T-shirt, and he had that shirt for 4 years, always people recognized the TARDIS, but nothing else. Apart from that, a little thought flew for a second “she’s kinda cute”
— Oh boy, first “Star Trek: The Next Generation” Data is my favorite of all time, then we have “Babylon 5” Lennier is my favorite, then we have… Of course, Dr. Who, the tenth and fourth doctors, are my favorite ones. I like…— You stop counting with your fingers and look up to encounter admiration in this costumers’ eyes, you don’t know how to continue the moment without making it awkward, he’s tall, pretty, and… and…
— Do you want to open the box with me?— You say in a hurry, you know customers can’t touch the new stuff, but it’s the only thing you thought to make the situation more comfortable, and it wouldn’t be bad or annoying to share your interests with someone for a little while.
— Are you sure? — He says, and you nod very fast —How do you know I’m not a thief or a super villain? — You smile at that look of suspicion crossing your arms.
—Maybe, you could tell me your name, so you wouldn’t be a “secret” super villain. And if you don’t, you won’t see the new deluxe edition of Inspector Spacetime, your loss—
He thinks about it and accepts it almost immediately.
— I’m Abed, I study film in a community college nearby. Now, let’s see those beauties of CDs—
• Rooming with Troy and Abed had been one of the easiest decisions of your life. Two years of friendship and student debt loans really did a lot to convince a person
• You were a little worried about the actual process of moving, considering what happened last time the study group got together to move, but it ended up going pretty smooth. Jeff didn't even try to pretend he was sick this time, something that Britta sarcastically applauded him for. And Shirley held back from judging you about your lack of Christian memorabilia. She instead resorted to clutching her cross necklace tighter than the time she found out Britta smoked pot
• In between lugging boxes and bedframes around, Annie reassured you over and over that she was totally fine with you taking up the apartment vacancy instead of her. She was honestly looking forward to her new place just off the cusp of campus grounds. Said it would be easier to get in for a midnight study session. Whatever that meant
• You just nodded slowly and excused yourself to pack in a different corner
• Troy and Abed on the other hand were absolutely stoked throughout the move. So much so, that they put most of their shenanigans on pause to get the move over faster. Most of them.
• "Abed, untie Troy from the chair. I need to put that in the back of my car. You can do that when we get to your place."
• "Ten more minutes?"
• "No, guys."
• "Aw man."
• The next few hours ran as smooth as they could with eight people trying to walk up two flights of stairs. Eventually, everything got unloaded into the living room, and excuses were made as why people had to leave. Some more elegantly than others
• "Yeah, as much as I'd love to stay and watch you three nerds discuss which Batman poster goes where—" Jeff hummed as he typed away on his phone, "—I've got places to be and women to charm."
• "What he said!"
• "Pierce, I don't think there's a single lady out there that would touch you with a ten foot pole." You deadpanned
• "Ertha Kitt did. And she did more than just touch me—"
• "Okay. Out."
• Troy and Abed surprised you that night with a new pair of pajamas to match their own, and an impromtu Inspector Spacetime marathon
•Both of them beamed when you came out into the living room later wearing it. A part of you figured they were just happy that you were cool with your blanket fort, though
• You ended up sitting criss crossed on top of an unpacked box while they took to their knockoff la-z-boys
• "Do you guys think we should actually unpack things before starting the next episode?" You asked at some point late into the night, glancing at the blinking analog clock on the TV stand
• "No." Abed answered you without even looking up from the end credits
• "Yeah me neither." You grinned. "I want to see if Reggie kills any blorgons this time."
• All in all, becoming their third best friend and tennant was one of the best decisions any of you had made—even if it did take you a month to convince Troy and Abed to let you take partial room in the dreamatorium
“wait. what’s happening? are you flirting?” he looks up at you, noticing that you’re a little too close than he remembers you being. “do you want me to be?” you ask looking down at your feet. he stands up, cocking his head to the side, looking down at you, “yes” he says.
he bends down and kisses you; you stiffen, not processing what happened until you feel the absence of his lips. “wait, y/n, i’m sorry if i read that wrong i thought-“ you cut him off smashing your lips against his again, he adapted to your speed and force immediately, matching your pace as you grazed your hands up his nape, weaving your hands in his hair. he groans softly into the kiss, placing his hands on your hips, pulling them closer to his. he squeezed them softly, you smile into the kiss, moving your hands from his hair to trail one hand down his adams apple, earning another soft groan from him, while your other hand continued down his chest, stopping at the hem of his pants. “can i?” breaking the kiss to whisper in his ear while playing with the hem of his pants, “only if you want to, y/n” he kisses your neck, as you bite softly on his. you tilt your head back, giving him a brief kiss before getting down on your knees, pulling his boxers and pants down in one go. he hisses due to the cold air against him, mixed with the sight of you on your knees for him. you spit in your hand and wrap it around his base while kissing the tip softly; you open your mouth, licking a line on the bottom of his base before taking him in your mouth. he groaned softly, eyebrows furrowed, accidentally bucking his hips forward, causing you to gag slightly. you move slowly, swirling your tongue around the tip before going down again, repeating this grueling process until he moans out, “faster, please, y/n” you hummed in response, earning another pretty sound from him. you trailed your hands up his inner thighs, using them for balance. tears pricked your eyes before his hips buck again, “i think im close” you release him from your mouth to jerk him off, out of breath and your mouth needing a break “cum for me” you whispered softly and with that, he softly whined as he came, painting your face with his seed, you licked off what landed on your lips before using your shirt to wipe the rest off. he pulled his pants back up as you stood up getting ready to put your clothes on, “wait, what about you?” he held your wrist, stopping you from picking up your pants, “oh, abed, it’s okay. i don’t wanna push you.” you said with a soft smile, you knew it was tough for him to show physical affection towards others, but he stopped your thoughts saying, “ but i want to make you feel good too,” he looked at you, a genuine, real, kindhearted expression laid out on his face. he wasn’t putting on a front, pretending to be someone else, or using movies or shows to connect. you could see that he wanted, no, needed, to make you feel good. “please, (y/n).” you studied his gaze a second longer before kissing him, walking back so you were against the study room table, “okay” you parted, connecting your forehead with his.
he leaned down and started softly kissing your neck before finding the exact spot that made your pulse quicken ever so slightly; he bit down, lightly sucking as he trailed his hands down your waist, hesitating on the hem of your underwear, “it’s okay, abed, i would tell you if i didn’t like this.” he responded with a soft “yea” before dipping down into your underwear, he felt your arousal immediately, smirking as he teased around your hole, he dipped one finger in, slowly, payback for your teasing earlier, you softly moan as he enters a second finger, still biting on your neck every so often, “fuck, abed” you pleaded, practically begging him to stop teasing. almost immediately, he curls his slim digits inside you, coaxing a whine from your pretty mouth; he whispers in your ear, “you’re the most captivating thing i’ve seen in my life.” he bites your earlobe before picking up his pace, fingers moving in and out while still curling. you squeeze your eyes shut as your mouth fell open, an array of whines and gasps falling past your lips. "dont stop, fuck" you moan into his ear, "i wont." he whispers in your neck. you feel so good, you bite down hard on his shoulder, earning a hiss from him. you were so close, eyes blurry as you reached your limit. "abed, im close.." with that, he entered another finger, stretching you out with his slender fingers; you snap before you can even process the change, "fuck" you draw out every letter, squeezing around him as you cum, a mix of pleasure, happiness, and pure bliss. he slows down and takes his fingers out carefully. you catch your breath, grabbing onto his hoodie for balance. "are you okay?" he asks; you nod and hum softly. he walks across the room, bending down and picking up your pants and stained shirt. walking back over to you, he hands you your pants but keeps your shirt. "i don't think you should wear this" he says before unzipping his hoodie, "here" placing it around your shoulders. you start putting on your pants before zipping the hoodie up, "thanks abed." you look at him before embracing him in a hug. "thank you, y/n" he says before wrapping his arms around you. "we should really finish that project..." you release him, now worried about the assignment that got you into this in the first place. "it's already done." he hands you his notepad, and sure as hell, the sketch perfectly summed up what needed to be done for a passing grade. "holy shit abed, this is really good." you look at him in awe, handing the notebook back before slinging your bag over your shoulder. "thanks" his gaze meets yours, "i really like you y/n, i really do, and i dont want this to end here." you take his hand in yours, "i dont want it to either." you lean in for a kiss before giggling. "we need to head back to the study room, cmon." you tug softly on his shirt before turning of your heels making your way to the rest of the study group, him following quickly beind.
"somethings different." troy mumbles as you both take your respective seats. you make quick eye contact with abed. "*GASP* YOU DIDN'T!" troy shoots up from his seat, pointing to you, noticing the marks across your neck. the study group turns to you as you try to cover your neck nonchalantly. "oh no... i need to go home... you ruined the only pure thing in this group! shame on you! mhm mhm" shirley says, shaking her head and rushing out of the study room, mumbling something about sinners and hell (of course), "wow! i can't believe abed got some before i did." jeff leans back in his chair. "OW!" he recoils from a sharp jab from britta, "abed is becoming a man now, and we need to support him. abed, it's normal to feel-" before britta could even start one of her "therapy" rants, jeff interrupts her saying "britta, no, troy, sit down, your boyfriend is fine, don't worry. as for me, im going home." jeff stands up getting ready to walk out of the room. "we need to finish studying!" annie pouts to jeff, crossing her arms. "im going home." jeff says walking out. "yea, same." britta gets her things ready and leaves. "ugh! fine! you guys are going to fail, and i will laugh in your face!" annie yells at them, but they're too far away to hear. you stand up, also getting ready to leave, you walk over to abed, planting a kiss on his cheek, "ill see you guys tomorrow, goodnight." you walk out, still close enough to hear troy say, "tell me everything. right now." to abed and annie whine "guys!! thats gross!! come on...." you chuckle to yourself and get in your car.
i hope everyone liked it!! im still kinda new to writing so be nice pls!
ask: Hello! I like writing short stories, listening to indie music, analyzing fiction and I love horror, the Zelda games, and Studio Ghibli! Also I'm autistic and have ADHD. I would like to request romantic hcs for me and Abed Nadir from Community!
- You guys are lowkey everything omg.. a perfect match forreal!!
- Both of you love to do ‘project trades’ where you show him your newest story, he shows you his newest film, and you guys exchange reviews!! Helps get some fresh eyes on what you’re working on, and you love to see each other’s stuff.
- Movie nights go crazy!!! Sometimes you’ll draw movies out of a hat and sometimes you’ll each pick one and watch both. You’ll try to line up genres, like both picking horror or both picking something animated, etc! And you guys absolutely have matching letterboxd profile pics.
- Zelda playthrough. Everytime you play Zelda, Abed wants to just sit with you and watch. He’s not a backseat-gamer really, he just likes to ask a lot of questions about the lore. Sometimes he’ll do his homework on the floor while you play, cause he likes the game’s ambience.
- He’s kind of obsessed with your music taste. Like he genuinely thinks you’re the coolest person ever. When you guys first liked each other, you made him a playlist and burned it onto a CD just because you thought he’d like it better that way.
- When you gave it to him, he kinda shut down for a moment, before looking at you and completely deadpan going “I need to go to my dorm and listen to this right now.” and scurrying off. He came back the next week with a CD he made for you with his favorite songs. Despite his solemn exterior he was almost clearly nervous to give it to you and disappeared the second you tried to ask any questions.
- Matching halloween costumes. You guys do a whole halloween week thing so that you can do all the fictional duos (and trios when troy was available) that you could think of.
- Whenever you guys go to a theatre to see a movie, you always make sure you’ll have plenty of time afterwards to get something to eat and talk incessantly about it. It’s one of your guys’ favorite ways to decompress, especially when finals season rolls around.
- You guys go to a fair amount of conventions together, and whenever you cosplay, he’s always even more obsessed with you than usual. Typically you guys end up matching, (Howl + Sophie, Zelda + Link, etc) and he genuinely just thinks you’re so cool and so pretty.
“guys we have to do something. y/n hasn’t been in any anthropology classes and we haven’t seen her all week”, britta started the study group’s discussion.
shirley and annie both nodded their heads in vigorous agreement while troy, pierce, and jeff looked at each other in questioning. “what can we even do though? it’s not like we can just go to her dorm and talk to her”, troy said.
“not true, i’ve been to her dorm. i know where it is”, annie retaliated. “but does that really matter? maybe she doesn’t want to talk to us. you ever think about that?”, jeff said with his legs on the table.
“why wouldn’t she want to?”, shirley asked. “maybe she’s gotten sick of us”, annie said with a frown. “there’s no way that could happen. she’s told me all about her high school 'friends'. she loves our company”, britta replied.
“abed, sweetie, you’ve been really quiet. everything alright?”, shirley noticed him being nonverbal. everyone turned their heads to the eighteen-year-old.
“britta’s right. y/n wouldn’t get sick of us. she keeps talking about how happy she is to have us. that’s an unlikely situation”, abed stated. “yeah..but aren’t you concerned that we haven’t seen her in a whole week?”, britta asked.
abed simply shrugged and said, “yes but we can’t control her. jeff’s the dad. controlling is his job”.
suddenly, a gasp emerged from jeff’s mouth. “she’s sleeping with someone”, he stated his revelation.
“what drew you to that conclusion?”, britta asked.
“think about it right. y/n's not the type of person to ditch her friends at all. especially since we have such a significance in her life. the only explanation for her avoiding us is embarrassment. she doesn’t want us to know she’s yknow”, he make the hand gesture that caused everyone else to roll their eyes.
“okay i vote we go to her dorm and ask her ourselves and find out definitively”, britta paused and glared at jeff, “that y/n is not sleeping with anyone”. with that, they all set off for y/n's dorm.
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britta knocked on y/n's door only for her to answer after a full minute. she opened the door and looked panicked. “aha! quick, check her dorm for someone!”, jeff instructed and troy and pierce followed suit.
in the midst of them checking her closet, desk, and under her bed, y/n was looking at no one in particular and staring at the floor, fiddling with her fingers.
“what the hell are you doing?!”, she asked. “we know you’re sleeping with someone missy!”, pierce explained. “what the fuck? i’m not sleeping with anyone. and STOP MESSING UP MY ROOM”, she pulled troy back by the shoulder.
the three men stopped and now it was the girls’ turn to be questionable. “y/n, where have you been? you’ve missed every anthropology class since the semester began”, annie said.
“are you really not sleeping with anyone, y/n? because if you are…that’s…real good for you. yknow getting yourself going. good for you, girl”, shirley also said.
it was important to note that since entering her dorm, abed had not taken his gaze off of y/n. in contrast, she was doing her best to not look at him at all.
y/n sighed and replied, “no, shirley i have not been sleeping with anyone. i’ve just been taking early morning classes to manage my time better. and anthropology is so useless now. literally, nothing happens”.
“yeah but it still counts for credit. you’re lucky duncan has been drunk every class and doesn’t notice your absence. but what about coming to the library?”, britta asked.
y/n started fiddling more and breathing started becoming harder for her. “um- uh- i just didn’t feel like it”. “come on y/n. you can tell us. we’re your best friends”, annie said, trying to encourage her best friend.
“because i like abed okay?!”, y/n blurted quietly. the room went quiet.
“uh- um- yeah i- sorry abed. but yeah i like you”, she started, still not looking up at him. “i get really panicked around you and so i’ve been avoiding you and the library and anthropology classes because i have romantic feelings for—“, y/n's words got cut short as abed lifted her face up and pressed a kiss to her lips.
a gasp escaped annie as britta and troy fist bumped in the back. shirley placed her hands on her chest and smiled, wholeheartedly at the scene. after a few seconds, abed pulled away. “uh w-why’d you do that?”, y/n questioned, still on her toes from the kiss.
“i have romantic feelings for you too. i thought they were obvious”, abed admitted. “weren’t they obvious?”, he looked back at jeff who just shrugged.
“well at least now, she’s gonna be sleeping with someone” “jeff!”, britta said and hit him in the arm.
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Ayo got another ask with a cute cat pic for context!
I'd like to see how your fav characters(yamori too ofc since he's the only one I actually know from the Cc'cs u write for TwT) would be with a s/o that mirrors them in daily stuff they do, like sitting, the way they walk and such(sometimes said s/o would even accidentally copy their handwriting if seeing them write for too long) and they do that bcz they're not that affectionate(or is just awkward when being affectionate) and that's their way of bonding
Basically this
Have a good cycle of 24 hours:3
Various Characters with an S/O Who Mirrors Them
This is so sweet! I’m sorry these are so short, I did have a lot of fun with them tho! I should have another one of your requests out tonight as well.
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Tokyo Ghoul
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Yamori
He finds it endearing. Naki tries to do this, to a rather annoying degree, so for you to be subtle about it is a good change.
He noticed the handwriting bit on one of the days he was going through paperwork. There was a slip that he didn’t remember writing. He was about to write himself off as crazy until he noticed a small deviation in the handwriting. It was your handwriting.
He notices that your sleeping and resting positions start to mirror his own. He finds it sweet.
When you start cracking your knuckles like him, he does get a little concerned. His reasons for doing so aren’t pleasant and are just out of trauma induced compulsions. In the end he decides that he doesn’t mind since you’re coming from a place of love. It makes him realize that he doesn’t have to associate it with pain anymore now that you’re here.
He also notices that you’re starting to do the same quick grin that he does. This gets him grinning more.
Naki
The king of mimicry getting mimicked? He’s so happy!
He mimics Yamori because he loves and admires him so when you start mimicking him, he’s just elated and thankfully, you now match that enthusiasm!
He notices that you start doing the same giddy mannerisms that he does when you’re excited.
You’re even developing a bit of his emotional streak, you don’t cry like he does though, you just get a bit more choked up than you usually would.
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The Boys
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Black Noir
He’s a quiet man but he’s got plenty of mannerisms that are so unequivocally him that it’s hard not to notice when you’re mimicking him.
You get quieter and more thoughtful like he does.
You start to stare off and situate yourself like he does.
He’s another one who finds it extremely endearing and personal. It’s another thing that cements your love for him in his mind.
He doesn’t bring it up but when he sees you start to doodle on papers more than you usually would, he gets really happy.
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Community
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Abed
He does the same already so mimicking each other’s mannerisms comes naturally. Neither of you realize that you do it until the study group points it out.
You start mimicking his subtle expressions and he starts mimicking how you sit and it goes from there.
You might unknowingly mimic Abed who’s mimicking Troy, who might be mimicking someone else in the group, etc.
Considering that he also struggles with affections, he considers this to be the peak of PDA. It’s like something out of a documentary…A documentary that he could make…Quick! Get the camera!
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It was almost noon, the atmosphere felt ever so therapeutic. Y/n felt like she was going to explode from the number of butterflies that fluttered in her stomach. She could've been doing her Spanish homework, or even hanging out with Jeff and Britta, but there she was, watching a movie with Abed, one of her closest friends.
Y/n can't admit it, but the heart wants what the heart wants, and it wants the film fanatic sitting next to her watching The Breakfast Club. Abed was shocked to find out Y/n hasn't watched the movie, Y/n told Abed she doesn't do movies, thinking that would change his perspective, but there they were sitting on his couch, while the television shows the final moments of the movie.
Though Y/n isn't watching the rest of the movie, she sat there, thinking about the man beside her. Saying he was adorable was an understatement, he was an angel sent from heaven above. His skin was soft, and Y/n would be lying if she didn't say his lips were a gift from God above. She asked herself, 'what did she do in her past life to deserve such an admirable human being sitting right next to her?'. Y/n was too zoned out to hear Abed faintly calling her name.
"Y/n? Hello?" Whispered Abed, making Y/n gulp as she got knocked back to reality. "Oh, sorry to scare you, but I've noticed you weren't watching the movie anymore, is something wrong?" Y/n looked away from embarrassment, she noticed that the movie was still playing. "I'm sorry, I got sidetracked," Shyly said Y/n, as she felt like a piano was going to fall on her any minute. "Was it something on my face?" Abed asked, quickly grabbing a napkin on the table and started rubbing it around his face. "Did I get it out?"
A sudden wave of confidence rushed through Y/n's body, "Uh, Abed, I have something to tell you," - "Yeah, sure, what is it?" Asked Abed, turning his head to the side with a perplexed look on his face. The sudden wave of confidence turns into panic. as Y/n processed what she said, she started feeling adrenaline coarse through her veins.
"I like you, Abed. And that means, I really, really like you, I understand if you don't feel the same way, as long as we stay as friends, it's cool with me. Even if it may turn out a little awkward-" Y/n was frozen on her spot, as she finally felt Abed's lips on hers, and it turns out her theory was right, they were soft. She was shocked to find out he was a good kisser, nonetheless, Y/n felt like she was high. She was disappointed when Abed pulled away.
"I'm sorry if I have startled you, Y/n. In movies, when the other person confesses to someone, and that said someone likes them back, they kiss," Y/n could see a faint rosiness on Abed's cheeks as he looks away, him being the one embarrassed now. "So, was that your way of telling me you like me back, or were you obligated to do so?" Asked Y/n, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"I like you back, Y/n. And that means, I really, really like you," Mocked Abed, a soft grin appeared on Y/n face as he said this. "You know what, you do have something in your face,"
"What? Where is it now?" Questioned Abed, he looked around to find his napkin, but he was interrupted by Y/n kissing him. After a solid 5 minutes, they pulled away for catching their breath, "I'm pretty sure it's not on my face now," They both smiled at each other, eyes filled with love, completely forgetting about the movie playing in front of them.
Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't you forget about me...
