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hii !! i was wondering if i could mayyyebebee request an abed nadir x reader fic?:??::??. there’s nothing of him at all and i love him so bad:( just like go crazy lol:) i would love a romantic relationship in it and preferably with a gender neutral reader please<3 thank you so so so much i appreciate u!!!!

abed finds out you like him.

pairing(s): abed nadir x reader

words: 738

warnings/tags: mentions of neurotypical, abed not understanding, i try to write abed as accurately and appropriate as possible i hope my depiction of him is okay!

abed wasn’t one for social cues. you knew this from the start of being in the chaotic study group. whenever someone was sarcastic, he thought they were serious. and if someone was unhappy with him it sometimes took abed a while to notice.

however, you trying to let abed know you like him through simple signs was hellish. even a neurotypical person may not even get the signs, therefore poor abed nadir never stood the chance.

troy, as the role of abed’s best friend – practically platonic boyfriend – did notice the signs. watching as you took more than an interest in his movie rants than even troy could sometimes bear, bringing him hot chocolate in the morning, or asking him fitting questions and smiling lovingly as you watched him go into overdrive and talk it out.

annie and troy would fangirl over it, fawning over their best friend having a love interest. oh how badly they wanted abed to have someone, especially someone like you, who treated him just as well as they did.

troy had been desperate to tell abed, knowing you struggled on that end. but after months, annie had begged troy not to ruin the story and that it’ll happen when it’s meant to.

however, his promise to keep it to himself didn’t last long. since, one day, after you left their shared apartment – all lovey dovey eyed after hours of watching abed’s favourite movie per your request – troy immediately let it spill.

annie was smiling, watching abed as the door clicked shut and troy reluctantly set his third chocolate cake slice down to the side, “y/n likes you!”

immediately, annie’s smile drops, landing a swift smack against troy’s arm from sitting beside him, “troy! what did i tell you?” they bicker slightly, at first not noticing their best friend’s confused expression.

“what do you mean?”

annie sighs, looking over to abed who is trying to process the news in his own way – which seems to be slightly confusing but overwhelming him all at the same time.

“… what troy’s trying to tell you is that y/n likes you, like… in a romantic way abed.”

abed’s eyes are darting, eyebrows frowned as he continues to intake the words his friend’s tell him. “in a ‘let’s get together’ way?” asks abed, and they both nod in reply, expectantly watching his expressional response.

abed didn’t depict this in their television show, although he did portray you as the ‘pretty one’ or as the ‘caring and kind’ one of the group which he is now realising is because he thought those things himself.

so, without responding, abed stands, shocking his friend’s as he runs to the door and quickly down the hall. “abed! abed, where are you going?” troy yells desperately, worried tones while annie mutters, “look what you did.”

he doesn’t stop, reading the front door wedged open with an old brick and towards your frame, now opening your car door to drive home. “y/n!” you hear and pause, turning to see abed trudging over.

“abed- whats going on-?” your interrupted as abed kisses you, short but slightly breath-taking as your mind goes blank, in disbelief. once he pulls away, abed says nothing, making you speak first, “is that one of your movie character moments or…” you trail off, unsure what else it would be.

“you like me.”

you groan embarrassed, “i’m gonna kill troy i swear.”

“i like you.”

you pause, looking up at his daring eyes, scanning your confused expression, “y-you do?” you ask him.

“yeah… i think so.”

usually, that answer would worry you, but it was different with abed, it was a major moment between you both in that moment. abed nadir hardly admitted feelings, especially in a romantic sense, unless he was depicting a character.

“do you think annie and troy will be watching us from the window?” you ask with a giggle and abed smiles, immediately responding, “absolutely.”

you lean up, pressing a long and heartfelt kiss to abed’s cheek and you watch his reaction, taken aback but a small smile still covers his face. his fingers touch the spot, his cheeks heating up like a furnace while you spin round to your open door to your car.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, abed, okay?”

“okay.” abed replies, waving you goodbye as you drive off, knowing he will go back into chaos of annie and troy squealing and celebrating their friend’s newfound romance.

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hi here 2 ask for ash williams being really gay w/ his bf post army of darkness. just soft shit. him being like "damn i rlly take u for granted. love u or something" ya idk im just yearning

ash williams / reader || fluff 001

“Really gave this guy what for at work today,” Ash said, tossing his car keys on the table. 

"Welcome home," you replied from the couch, glancing up at him over your magazine.

He's wrestling the shirt off of his body, not even taking the time to unfasten any buttons. He's eager to peel the uniform off of his skin after a long day of stocking and taking more smoke breaks than he should. The shirt is crumpled between his fingers, and without looking, he lobs the ball of fabric in the general direction of the hamper. Only by sheer chance does he make his goal, the sleeve hanging partially out of the wire basket.

In a few ways, he was a predictable man, and you sort of liked that about him. It was nice for someone so present in your life to have some form of consistency. He walks over to the kitchen, and you can hear the opening of the fridge and the faint clinking of bottles as he acquired his after-work beer, one of his many daily rituals. 

"Well, aren't you gonna ask me what happened?" He shouts, turning to look over his shoulder while rummaging through food, prompted by your lack of proper acknowledgement. You snort, knowing that he was going to tell you regardless of your response. 

"Do tell," you say, perhaps a bit sarcastically, tilting your head to the side. It's evident by the quiet huff that follows, and the shutting of the fridge, along with no bottle in his hand, that he didn't find what he was looking for. Not all is lost, though, and you hear the sound of a belt being unbuckled and the rustling of denim hitting the floor. Regardless of the letdown, he struts back into the living room in nothing but his boxers with the confidence of a man about to recreate a scenario with an unnecessary amount of enthusiasm. You place your magazine on your chest, propping yourself from your horizontal position, and allow him your attention. 

Ash's hands settle on his hips, and from this angle, you could see the slight glint of his top scars catching a sliver of light. 

"So there I was," he starts, splaying his hands toward you, "Replenishing the plums in isle seven - and I hate isle seven. You know, the one I told you about before? With the leaky cooling vent, and a perfect view of the manager's office so you can't relax on the job?" 

He mimes taking a hit off of a blunt to indicate what exact kind of relaxation he was thinking of. You stifle a laugh and furrow your eyebrows, pointing at him a pseudo-judgemental look.

"Come on," he says, looking at you incredulously. "Like you've never had fun on the clock before. Anyway, like I was saying - there I was, putting together a really fantastic fruit pyramid, and I mean really fantastic, when Mister 'I-want-a-fruit-at-the-very-bottom-of-the-pyramid' comes over and guess what?"

"He took the fruit at the very bottom of the p-"

"He took the fruit at the very bottom of the god damn pyramid. And they all came down. It was like a healthy avalanche." 

Ash looks off into the distance for a moment, as if remembering the event down to the finest detail. There's an empty look in his eyes.

"And you know, this clown just started to walk away back to his shopping cart. I couldn't believe it. So you know what I did?" 

He points an index towards you, quiet for a moment. Presumably to build up suspense.

"I put a hand on that guy's shoulder, and said 'Where are you going, buster? Pick. These. Up.'"

Ash's arm is extended, and his hand is clasped around the shoulder of this imaginary man. You get the feeling that he's retelling this in a slightly more heroic lens, but he seems satisfied with himself. He didn't say anything else, though, so you spoke up.

"Well? What did he say?"

"He, uh, he said 'No'. And then he went and told my supervisor that I touched him. But let me tell you, I bet he was real intimidated for a second there. Real intimidated." 

"I bet he was. Did you manage to rebuild your fruit pyramid?" You're not going to be the one to shatter his ego. Not that you think that was even possible, anyhow. 

"Oh, nah. I just went to go take a shit and made it someone else's problem." 

"What would S-Mart do without you?" 

"That's what I'm saying. Hey - did you know that we're out of beer?" He says, pointing a finger in the direction of the fridge. 

"No we're not," You reply, pointing at the sweating six pack sitting on the coffee table. You'd made sure to pull it out before he got home, and were just waiting for him to notice it at this point. "Got some on the way home earlier today." 

Ash stares at the six-pack that had been sitting right below his nose, and then looks at you with a baffling amount of appreciation in his eyes - the sort of fondness a rescue dog had for its owner. 

He approaches you on the couch, and now he’s closer you realize that he is ridiculously sweaty. Before you get a chance to protest, he's pulled your back toward his front on the couch, and places a kiss on the top of your scalp. 

"God, I take you for granted." 

He threads an arm underneath your armpit and holds you closer. He places another kiss on your cheek. You turn to look at him over your shoulder, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you squarely on the mouth. 

"Have I ever told you I loved you?" 

"Yeah, a couple times, I think." You tease, stroking the side of his jaw with the back of your hand. "But you know how you can really show me you love me?" You continue, voice tinged with the smallest hint of promise. 

"How?" Ash asks, thinking he knew where this was going.

You kiss him on the cheek. "You can pick your jeans up off of the kitchen floor."

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Requested: Herbert West and Ash Williams with a Sad S/O!

Herbert West:

-Gonna be honest, Herbert isn’t the best with emotions. Doesn’t matter if they’re his or not (honestly i am shocked that someone with so little bedside manners became a doctor)

-With that being said, Herbert’s not gonna know you’re sad unless he finds you balled up in the corner sobbing. But when he does realize that you’re upset, he’s gonna be all over you

-First, he’ll try to get whatever has been bothering you out. If someone said or did something to you, he’ll have a little talk with them (basically him scaring the shit out of whoever the fuck disrespected you). If it’s something with family or friends, like a loss, he’ll try to take your mind off of it the best he possibly can. If you bottle up your feelings and it was just some little thing that set you off, he’ll let you vent to him about everything that you didn’t talk about before

-The sweetest man when it comes to cheering you up. Sure, he’s not as good at it as Dan might be, but he has his own special ways of making sure you get back on your feet. Anything you want, he’s got it for you. Cuddles? Sure thing, let him lock up the basement first. You just wanna sit and talk with him? He’s all ears, darling. You just want some time alone or for there to be complete silence? Herbert is the BEST at not speaking to people for extended amounts of time! You want food? He’s not the best cook, but he will definitely order it for you

-If you’re still feeling a little upset, Herbert is not afraid to get disgustingly sweet with you. Honestly, it’s enough to make Dan gag. Herb may not seem like the type for cheesy romance, but he can and will slow dance around the room with you. He’ll even start calling you names like ‘pumpkin’ or ‘sugarplum’. It’s mostly just to get you to smile, even if you’re laughing at him, but he also just wants to get out all that excess lovey-dovey shit that he keeps hidden away

Ash Williams:

-Ash seems like the type of person to bottle up all of his feelings and just let it all out once something tips him over the edge, so like Herbert, Ash probably isn’t the best with emotions either (but he is significantly better)

-His first reaction to seeing you cry is to freak out. He’ll be asking you all types of questions, making sure you’re not hurt, holding you and peppering your face with kisses to try and make the tears stop

-After his initial freak-out, he’ll try to get whatever is bothering you out. If you’re worrying about it, he is too (ash would totally be that guy like: my girl is on her period so i am too. it’s uterUS) and when he finally does find out, he’ll either beat the problem half to death or try to get your mind off of it

-Pampers you so fucking much. Honestly, he’s basically your personal butler now. He’ll do anything to get you to be happy again, literally anything. Even if it means he has to make a complete fool of himself to get you to, at the very least, giggle

-Honestly, since your sad Ash will probably realize that he’s been bottling up everything. He’ll most likely vent to you, just so he can get everything out of his system. Nothing’s better than a couple venting about stuff that bothers them together, right?

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if it’s alright, could I please request a touch-starved Herbert West with a super touch-starved s/o?

close to you; herbert west x reader | masterlist

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warning: absolutely nothing. pure fluff

You rubbed your eyes of the sleep that had begun to weigh down your shoulders three hours ago when the clock had struck midnight. The small text of your book staring up at you yet becoming ever-increasingly blurry, the harder it became to focus, and the more you wanted so dearly to crawl into bed and let the night wash away. However, every time you glanced over your shoulder at the wrinkled sheets, you couldn’t help but despair against the thought of crawling under the cold coverings yet again without Herbert, who had disappeared back into the basement–where his lab was located–shortly after lunch. 

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if it’s alright, could I please request a touch-starved Herbert West with a super touch-starved s/o?

close to you; herbert west x reader | masterlist

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warning: absolutely nothing. pure fluff

You rubbed your eyes of the sleep that had begun to weigh down your shoulders three hours ago when the clock had struck midnight. The small text of your book staring up at you yet becoming ever-increasingly blurry, the harder it became to focus, and the more you wanted so dearly to crawl into bed and let the night wash away. However, every time you glanced over your shoulder at the wrinkled sheets, you couldn’t help but despair against the thought of crawling under the cold coverings yet again without Herbert, who had disappeared back into the basement–where his lab was located–shortly after lunch. 

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14. kiss on the neck- dr. west pls

The moonlight shone with steel blue hues, grey shadows lining the windows with silver glints from distant stars shining through the darkness. Nearly 3:00 in the morning, Herbert reached under the rim of his glasses and tiredly rubbed his eyes, bags leaving lavender streaks under the heavying lids. His lashes batting slowly, his chest falling with a deep breath, he accepted defeat for the night. His skin almost a powder green and ivory shade from the lack of sleep and lack of proper self-care. He couldn’t even remember when he had last eaten, stuck in a perpetual cycle of overworking himself to the point where his mind fogged and his fingers ached and he felt so empty, hollow as if he had been reanimated himself. A vessel. 

Trudging up the stairs from his makeshift lab, he turned off the light, shocked when he reached the top, and opened the door to find that the light to your guys’ bedroom still shone with marigold tints. His brows pulled together, when he turned into the doorway he found you still seated at the desk, your forehead resting in the palm of your hand while the other clasped around a black pen. Scribbling occasional notes while you listened to a lecture series from your computer, Herbert loosened his tie, pausing for a moment before kicking the door shut behind him with the heel of his polished black shoe. Half-lost in your thoughts, the sound of the door closing made you look over your shoulder at him, but with a sigh you simply looked back forward, not wanting to miss anything. 

Herbert, in all of his greed, however, walking up to you, bent down and kissed the top of your head. His hands falling to your shoulders. Bending down to nuzzle his face in the face where your neck met your shoulder, he continued in kissing the soft, sensitive skin, making you smile and shake your head, suppressing a giggle while writing along the faint blue lines of your paper. “I need to finish this video, West...” You then muttered in an attempt to protest his attempts to pull you from your concentration and into bed. Herbert, his arms snaking around you, simply moved his lips to your throat and forced your gaze upward. Not listening to what you had said. The fan was on, casting flickering shadows across the mint green tinted ceiling. You closed your eyes. 

Given that Herbert was never one for outward, non-intellectually based forms of affection and hardly went out of his way to show you such behaviors, dissonance weighed down on your chest. You settled back against him, setting your pen down. With a kiss to your cheek, reaching over you to tap the space bar of your laptop and pause the video, Herbert finally kissed you on the mouth while a chuckle pushed from your chest. Your efforts to resist him fruitless. 

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“return from the dead kiss” for herbert west please??

The night sky shone hues of mulberry and silver glints. crying could be heard from the graveyard; wails of agony, screams that were less than human. Searching for any sign of life, soon you were lost within the heavy swirls of fog that reached for the ankles of the living as well as the dead, exiting the house with no promise of relief amongst the ruin, which led you to find dan clutching an unconscious woman in his arms, soaked by the shadows of which stretched around them, and only assuming the worst. Ascending the steep slope, the heels of your shoes slipping against the slick grass, your lungs burned and the question of where Herbert was rang agonizingly loud in your ears, his name bitter against your tongue. Looking up at you with mud and ash smeared against his face, dusted in his hair, Dan glanced down at the woman, her head resting against his chest, limp, before shaking his head. 

“I-I didn’t see him get out-” He hushed, motioning toward the gaping hole behind him. “I didn’t see-I’m sorry-” His voice cracked before he swallowed it down, resting on his knees against overturned dirt. 

Your stomach dropped, your temples throbbing with a splitting headache and cold sweat beading against the back of your neck. It felt as if someone had gutted you with a cold steel blade, leaving your heart pumping weakly. The anger you felt toward dan was unmeasurable, and before you could stop yourself words were ripping from your throat. “You mean to tell me. You fucking left him DOWN THERE? you fucking LEFT HIM TO DIE? You didn’t THINK TO-” Nonetheless, cut off by a soft grunt, then a wince, barely audible, looking back behind dan’s shoulder, a sickening sense of relief crashed over you and your eyes focused on the narrow silhouette of West--injured--but alive. Limping, he clutched his arm to his chest and hung his head low, having crawled out of the same hole Dan had pulled the woman from. 

“Herbert-” You breathed out, almost tripping toward him. Skidding to a stop in front of him, observing the blood that trickled down the side of his face, his shattered glasses and the rips in his clothes, his powder blue collared shirt stained a dark grey and red, he looked up at you with his shoulders slumping as a heavy breath escaped the aching in his chest, no doubt filled with broken bones and torn muscle. 

Not saying anything, not making any cruel jokes, he just looked at you as if it was the first time. 

Shaking your head with the quiver of your bottom lip, you carefully slipped your hands to behind his ears, cupping his jaw with a light touch that then transferred to a desperate kiss. Feeling hot tears smearing against his cheeks, your forehead coming to rest against his, there was a brief moment where Herbert stared at you with curved brows and his fingers knotted in the fabric of your shirt, tugging at your hip like a child attempting to get attention while you merely wiped his tears away. Then, letting him wrap his arm around you to support his weight, the two of you walked past Dan, leaving him in the rubble, dazed and confused, while you took Herbert to the hospital to be treated for his wounds. 

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Rosehip Tea and Milk Tea for Herbert West 🥺🥺🥺

rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

simply put he is not a romantic man, just say the word ‘romance’ around herbert and he’s liable to get hives. homeboy really thought he was above such drivel, such base, lower desires. then you came into his life and now herbert never hears the end of it from dan finds himself having... ‘romantic’ thoughts. disgusting.

he’s absolute shit at even accepting his own feelings, let alone making them known to you - so any affection from him is far from any type of standard. but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have his own, special ways of showing affection. herbert’s love language is giving gifts and you cannot change my mind. while the gifts in question will rarely if ever be something traditional like accessories or even just like, a fucking gift card, herbert plz you can tell you’re on his mind when he gives you his presents - whatever they may be. from when he ‘just so happens’ to have made enough extra coffee for you to have a cup (and none for dan, ok bye), to reanimating a dead loved one - herbert shows affection in ways he’s familiar. this means that his gifts are usually things he would do/like, but don’t forget he is a perceptive one when it comes to things he cares about. so, eventually, you will start to notice that the things he gifts you are more personally tailored to your interests.

(aka sugar daddy herbert is the hill i’d die on - even when it’s unconventional)

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

stiff, at first, and awkward. you’re absolutely his first experience in a relationship and all it entails. but as the relationship progresses, herbert and his keen mind learn fast and his kisses turn much for forceful. because that’s how he tackles everything in his life - headstrong and dead set. his hand wraps around the back of your head and pulls you to him, and his lips work you over with force. dont be surprised if on nights dealing with a particularly puzzling equation, or having suffered even more incompetency from his colleagues than usual, he’s throwing some teeth in there, capturing your lower lip and biting down as he unloads his frustrations on you. not that you’re ever complaining; it’s better than him just throwing himself into his work for hours on end - and more pleasurable to boot. 

but pecks are by far the staple of your relationship. at first, it’s mostly done by you, gently pecking him in the rare instances you see him up from his lab - a way to show your affection without making him too uncomfortable. and as you both grow closer, herbert finds himself reciprocating; and soon you’re on the receiving end of temple, forehead, and cheek kisses twenty four/seven. it becomes like clockwork to him, a part of his routine. he kisses you while he’s passing by without a second thought, rarely even looking at you, or otherwise acknowledging your existence before he’s continuing on his walk to the morgue/lab/basement/a graveyard maybe. 

also yes - let’s note and highlight - that no matter how long you’ve been together, when you give him a kiss you know he blushes, and clears his throat, and finds his hands straightening his tie awkwardly. especially if it’s in front of other people.

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genuine reasons

Oh BOY! Here we are. This is my first foray into fanfic in over ten years. Please bear with me. Thanks to @twistedboxy​ and @jeffreycombseverything​ for encouraging me to post. This is super OOC for Herbert, but I like to hc that he avoids drinking because he gets soft. Also, even though Bride is one of my favorite movies, I won’t accept that Meg is dead. :) Anyways, I’m just gonna post this before I chicken out. Happy Holidays, y'all!

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Summary: Your date for your family holiday party drops out, so you ask Herbert to pretend to be your date for the night. After a couple drinks and some ego boosting, Herbert realizes there might be a reason the two of you are good at this game… 2.8k words (YIKES!)

You pulled your car up to the curb and turned off the ignition, glancing up at the house to your left which was decked out in lights. You snuggled into your scarf as you shifted your view to the other side of the car where Herbert silently seethed in the passenger’s seat. Fidgeting with the steering wheel for a moment, you offered him a small, “We don’t have to stay long.”

The man tutted and waved you off. Like that changed the fact that he had to be here at all. You had come to him two days ago, telling him how you’d told your family that you’d be bringing home a guy from class you’d been seeing. Then just days later, said guy decided that he’d rather go home to celebrate with the other girl he’d been seeing. When you didn’t have the heart to tell your family what had happened, you’d begged West to stand in for the dinner. 

He’d initially scoffed and made a cold remark about you having excellent taste in men. The disheartened look on your face immediately told him he had made a mistake, but when you just nodded and walked away as opposed to starting one of your famous arguments, he began to feel a sense of guilt creep in. 

As he vaguely recounted the incident to his other housemate, Dan didn’t hesitate in letting Herbert know just how much of an ass he was. It was after that stern push he got from Dan that had gotten him to give in and agree. 

“Herbert, you need to go. She’s given you how much of her spare time since you took her on as your assistant? The least you could do for her is pretend to be her date for a couple hours.”

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i don’t even have words bruh i love this so much

masterlist - howl

Note: It started off as a whump fic set after the Miskatonic Massacre and then mutated into…well, you’ll see. It’s also set after another fic I wrote, which will be linked below. 

Summary: The Miskatonic Massacre transforms the friendship between Dan Cain’s two roommates into something intense and maybe even a little frightening. After all, they’re too emotionally stifled to deal with all of these dreadful…feelings.

inspo tag is ‘howl inspo’

spotify playlist

prologue (kind of): “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?” (the second fic in the post)

chapter one: I’ve got a hunger that’s in motion/a hunger that I can’t control. 

chapter two: It’s in the trees/It’s coming

chapter three: It’s coming for me through the trees.

chapter four: My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out

chapter five: Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart

chapter six: I held it in but now it seems you’ve set it running free

chapter seven: everything I want to say, I swallow

chapter eight: how long can you keep wanting something and not ask for it?

chapter nine: i fill my lungs with the entirety of your name

chapter ten: finale part one

chapter eleven: finale part two

~this fic is complete~

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Thinking of him <3

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I feel like this cat is Nandor

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GUILLERMO AND NANDOR WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS (2019-) SEASON 5, EPISODE 10: EXIT INTERVIEW

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too bad i forget.

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: takes place during s2e2 where annie, abed, and troy break into a lawyers office | not sure how i feel about this bcos it was stuck in my head and i felt like i was trying to fit too many things in but whatevs

“You guys!” you exclaim, stamping your foot in frustration. “I’m the smartest one in the group and all I’ve been used for is bait and distraction.” With each angry bounce in place—conveying your mini temper tantrum as you complain—you hadn’t realized your chest rippled from the impacts of your stomps until their eyes drifted and remained there. Both Troy and ABED NADIR watch your curves move under the thin material of your form-fitting dress, and you scoff in offense. Your arms cross over, veiling your cleavage and breaking their trance. Finally, they meet your gaze as you frown at them. It’s humiliating enough to be looked at like a piece of meat, but you would’ve never expected that behavior from Abed.

A little later, it furthers still when you lift a box of files to prop open the door. Your little heels don’t stay under you when you crouch, sliding to a sit on the floor with your legs folded out on either side of you, and your ass jiggles from your firm landing. Embarrassed, you squeak, and whirl your head around to face the boys, checking if they caught your blunder. Troy has his back turned, but Abed’s unabashedly watching. His eyes follow the deep arch of your back, how your ass fans out sat against the floor, your smooth legs tucked in a most exquisite way. It shocks you enough to idle as he tilts his head. Only when you scramble up, face hot and deeply colored, does Abed return to his task of searching the computer for evidence. Hastily, you dust off your outfit, and make sure it’s not exposing more than it already was. Briefly, you remember the way he scanned you, and you feel a disappointment you didn’t let that linger a little longer.

You and Abed aren’t a thing, but you know how upset he sounded when he heard Jeff had kissed you that night, after the dance. The big reveal right in that study room had him practically storm out after verbalizing Jeff’s blatant disregard for human decency. It was mortifying to say the least, you’d never seen Abed so upset. His voice had a subtle edge that you may have never noticed if you didn’t spend so much time with him. Additionally, there was that one time that Pierce had described you and Britta as—what he believed to be—your most identifying features: one of you was “flat-ass” and the other was “the one Abed wants to nail.” One million questions had flooded your head all of them having to do with the latter. Another time was pottery class, and you hadn’t realized it in the moment, but sculpting a defined phallic shape accidentally had caught the eye of both Abed and Jeff. Running your wet hands up and down the shaft of the clay had brought them both to pensive silence as they observed your graceful movements. All this evidence kept piling up to explain Abed’s strange behavior tonight, but you keep denying it.

You keep denying it right up until you can’t take it anymore, right up until you’re back at his place, straddling him. Your lips against his, you find him oddly stiff. The kiss itself isn’t unpleasant, but you can feel his hesitance. Or maybe he’s just nervous, manifesting in rigid movements. Nevertheless, you find it appealing. A guy who gets worked up kissing strikes your fancy because you’ve always imagined yourself as the one to take it slow. It’s refreshing that he’s beating you to it. Your dress is cascaded over his pelvis, and his head is propped up on the armrest of his couch. Sweetly, he’s returning your kiss the best of his ability, even parting your lips with his when he slips you a glimpse of tongue.

You pull away to speak, but he interrupts your path. “Did I not do it right?” he asks, but his tone is characteristically devoid of concern. Instead, it’s calculative, as if he’s been measuring your enjoyment inside his head and is surprised to have been incorrect just now.

“Oh, you’re doing fine.” you reply with a relieved grin, clutching onto the front of his shirt. “I just wanted to say…” You lean down, pecking his willing lips. “you could… you know, touch me a little.” Those hands of his have been faithfully laying atop your thighs this entire exchange, and he glances warily down at them. So you help him. “Like this.” You palm the backs of his hands and gently glide them along your body, riding up your dress as they come to sit at the space right above your ass. Searching his eyes, you can see a glint of enthusiasm pass through them, and then those curious hands invite themselves to take a generous grope of your backside, incidentally rutting your core against the crotch of his jeans. You exhale, disbelief mixed with pleasure, and you could predict he was gonna say he saw this move in a movie once. Didn’t give him the chance though, pressing your chest against his to recapture his lips.

Strangely forward, Abed experimentally rocks you. Shallow jostles back and forth which is not at all what you expected from him. It’s unnerving until a twang slips from his lips, “Gonna ride me like a cowgirl tonight, huh?”

It becomes clear. You can tell he’s getting nervous treading into unknown territory, and falling back on a reference you don’t understand playing a character you don’t know is a way to diffuse that. “This is not a movie, Abed.” you chide.

“Sorry.”

[vampireluck]

OHHHHH MMMMMUYUU GOOOOODDDDDDD

life in technicolor.

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: not edited mb | f!reader | sex tape | sexual content | established relationship | riding. NOTES: dedicated to @murdrdocs. credit for the cam idea

ABED NADIR had rented out that clunky camera from the film department ages ago. It sits in his living room precariously balanced on a stack of books on a shelf, and you cannot stop staring at it. It draws you in like a moth to flame, constantly staring into its lens. One part of you is paranoid it’s recording because it’s like Abed to leave it on to capture life as it exists, and the other part secretly daydreams he left it on to capture something else. Regardless of any fantasies, you know he wouldn’t just leave it on on purpose, right?

You chew your lower lip as you watch it and wonder what it would be like if he’d planned to make a movie with you. One without inhibitions or clothes. That kind of spontaneity isn’t within his peripheral, but you still hold out hope.

“What are you looking at?” his question snaps you out of your stupor, jumping in place before meeting his expectant gaze. The noises of the movie playing come into focus as your mouth parts only to expel silence. “You were looking over there so I just thought there was something to look at.” Abed answers your hesitance as if he anticipated your confusion, gesturing with a finger in the direction of the camera while his hand is still wrapped around the spoon in his cereal bowl.

“Oh!” you exclaim, glancing between him and the lens, shaking your head. “It’s nothing.” Uncomfortably, you shift in your seat, stuffing your clasped hands between your thighs. He notes that with a twitch to his brow. “I was just staring off into space.”

He continues to test the waters, adjusting the point of his finger towards the TV, “Is the movie boring?”

“Mm-mm.” You press your lips together and shake your head again. When you sigh, you visibly relax, sinking into his couch.

“You’re doing that thing you do.”

You hum in inquiry, frowning at him.

“The deflection.” He’s not a stranger to getting lost in thought, but you sure do get lost the most when you’re watching that camera. Regardless of his inexperience in the physical intimacy facet of a relationship, he knows how to read people, and he certainly knows what cameras are used for. He recognizes that flush in your cheeks. “You wanna try it out?”

At first he kept experimenting, showing you the buttons to press, demonstrating how to hold it, observing your reactions. You aren’t interested in being a film major, he knows that, but now that you’ve learned how to use it, who’s to decide what you’ll use it on? It’s easy to deduce where it’s headed, and it gets real dirty real fast.

“Point it down- between us.” Those breathless words send shivers down your spine, especially because he’s usually so silent when he’s inside you. You do as he says, recording where your bodies conjoin: his ruts up into you, your hole swallowing him up, the ring of cream forming at his base. It’s not often he gets to indulge you in the physical side of sensuality, this is his way of appeasing you. He’ll trim it up, edit it, make it pretty, and let you have a copy of the sex tape he has a hand in making right now. He doesn’t mind, his face isn’t in it anyway. Nobody’ll know it’s his tan dick fucking your insides. “I like you… like this.” he confesses, and a grin stretches onto your lips when you feel his hands squeeze your hips.

“You mean when I’m on top?”

“Yes,” he grunts, and a sting shoots through your abdomen. “I like what you look like. You look really pretty. Up there.” Broken phrases are interrupted by his sounds of effort, lithe body bucking into you as you struggle to keep the camera steady.

“Do I feel good?” you whisper, and Abed’s head tilts back. It defines his adam’s apple, and if this camera wasn’t in your way you’d lean down to lick it.

Your question does not go unheeded for he knows intimately how important verbal praise is to you, so he tries to be vocal. This is for you. He sucks in a breath, “Yes. Yes, very.”

[vampireluck]

life in technicolor.

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: not edited mb | f!reader | sex tape | sexual content | established relationship | riding. NOTES: dedicated to @murdrdocs. credit for the cam idea

ABED NADIR had rented out that clunky camera from the film department ages ago. It sits in his living room precariously balanced on a stack of books on a shelf, and you cannot stop staring at it. It draws you in like a moth to flame, constantly staring into its lens. One part of you is paranoid it’s recording because it’s like Abed to leave it on to capture life as it exists, and the other part secretly daydreams he left it on to capture something else. Regardless of any fantasies, you know he wouldn’t just leave it on on purpose, right?

You chew your lower lip as you watch it and wonder what it would be like if he’d planned to make a movie with you. One without inhibitions or clothes. That kind of spontaneity isn’t within his peripheral, but you still hold out hope.

“What are you looking at?” his question snaps you out of your stupor, jumping in place before meeting his expectant gaze. The noises of the movie playing come into focus as your mouth parts only to expel silence. “You were looking over there so I just thought there was something to look at.” Abed answers your hesitance as if he anticipated your confusion, gesturing with a finger in the direction of the camera while his hand is still wrapped around the spoon in his cereal bowl.

“Oh!” you exclaim, glancing between him and the lens, shaking your head. “It’s nothing.” Uncomfortably, you shift in your seat, stuffing your clasped hands between your thighs. He notes that with a twitch to his brow. “I was just staring off into space.”

He continues to test the waters, adjusting the point of his finger towards the TV, “Is the movie boring?”

“Mm-mm.” You press your lips together and shake your head again. When you sigh, you visibly relax, sinking into his couch.

“You’re doing that thing you do.”

You hum in inquiry, frowning at him.

“The deflection.” He’s not a stranger to getting lost in thought, but you sure do get lost the most when you’re watching that camera. Regardless of his inexperience in the physical intimacy facet of a relationship, he knows how to read people, and he certainly knows what cameras are used for. He recognizes that flush in your cheeks. “You wanna try it out?”

At first he kept experimenting, showing you the buttons to press, demonstrating how to hold it, observing your reactions. You aren’t interested in being a film major, he knows that, but now that you’ve learned how to use it, who’s to decide what you’ll use it on? It’s easy to deduce where it’s headed, and it gets real dirty real fast.

“Point it down- between us.” Those breathless words send shivers down your spine, especially because he’s usually so silent when he’s inside you. You do as he says, recording where your bodies conjoin: his ruts up into you, your hole swallowing him up, the ring of cream forming at his base. It’s not often he gets to indulge you in the physical side of sensuality, this is his way of appeasing you. He’ll trim it up, edit it, make it pretty, and let you have a copy of the sex tape he has a hand in making right now. He doesn’t mind, his face isn’t in it anyway. Nobody’ll know it’s his tan dick fucking your insides. “I like you… like this.” he confesses, and a grin stretches onto your lips when you feel his hands squeeze your hips.

“You mean when I’m on top?”

“Yes,” he grunts, and a sting shoots through your abdomen. “I like what you look like. You look really pretty. Up there.” Broken phrases are interrupted by his sounds of effort, lithe body bucking into you as you struggle to keep the camera steady.

“Do I feel good?” you whisper, and Abed’s head tilts back. It defines his adam’s apple, and if this camera wasn’t in your way you’d lean down to lick it.

Your question does not go unheeded for he knows intimately how important verbal praise is to you, so he tries to be vocal. This is for you. He sucks in a breath, “Yes. Yes, very.”

[vampireluck]

this is kinda spoilers but not really but one of my favorite parts of lisa frankenstein was lisa telling the creature "youve never even driven a car you probably rode one of those bikes with the one big wheel" and him making a face that conveys he was absolutely a penny farthing guy