#abed nadir fic

[hanasnx]

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.”

[ariwritessometimes]

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Abed Nadir

Abed Nadir and the Friend of a Friend one shot

Summary: Abed has a crush on Britta's best friend. He remembers all too well what happened with Lukka, however, and finds himself torn on what to do now that the tables might be turned. Everything comes to a head when Britta brings (Y/N) to a study group session.

[keikobubs]

using google images and textposts saved to my photo gallery as reference while i figure out how to draw them 🔥🔥🔥

[khruschevshoe]

There's just something very specific about homoerotic character-enveloping friendships from around 2010 where they're semi-aware that gay people exist but queerbaiting isn't quite a thing yet sp their relationship consumes the narrative and changes them both irrevocably forever and they end in tragedy but the ending is JUST open enough for the fic writers to wriggle into that just makes me go fucking FERAL

[troynabed]

post-canon trobed save me... save me post-canon trobed

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

was in the shower and had the literal thought "fix-it fic is literally playing with barbies until you shape the narrative into something coherent" and tbh, that's kinda true for just fic writing and even original writing in general.

play with those barbies. make them kiss. make them kill each other. hurt them. comfort them.

smash those barbies together until you have a story you think is worth telling.

[transgendercastiel]

Troy: sometimes me and abed kiss as mj and Spider-Man but it’s straight because it’s a guy kissing a girl

Jeff: Troy you do realise how gay that sounds right?

Troy: oh so you DONT want to kiss mj. And I’m the one who’s gay

[lesbianwithchainsaws]

We, as a society, don't talk enough about that scene where Troy, Annie and Abed are putting on a shadow puppet show for Jeff and Britta, and Jeff starts crying when Horsebot 3000 dies

[r3medialch8os]

are you normal or have you written 402,809 words on trobed in less than two years

[bingsucks]

Headcanon/idea I had for a fic a while ago that never panned out:

Troy and Abed get together after the whole Somewhere Out There bonding moment they had. They're dating for a while, and moving in together is more of a couple-y thing than a friend thing - they still have a bunk bed, but most nights they share the top bunk.

When Abed starts hiring impersonators, he's taking long nights away from home. Really long nights. To the point where the only sign that was Abed ever there in the morning is that there's a cup of water on the bedside table.

Then after the intervention and the whole "sometimes you just have to trust me" thing, Abed starts replying to Troy's "I love you"s with "I know". First, he thinks it's like a reference to Star wars that he just has to keep doing as a stand-in for not being able to recreate movie scenes with real impersonators, but it slowly becomes "he's not saying he loves me because he doesn't".

And this is what leads to the pillows and blankets break-up

[aliteralmine]

i just rewatched the puppet episode and i noticed something. after shirley confesses and jeff asks the group if everyone revealed a secret, abed nods with the rest of the group. idk but if he didnt share anything and doesnt remember anyone else did, why would he nod? thats not really something he’d mirror. theyre answering a pretty straightforward question, not reacting to something.

when they realize that no one remembers anyone else’s confessions, abed is… very happy. if he really didn’t confess to anything, he wouldn’t have been rejoicing like that, would he? he probably wouldn’t have reacted that much, maybe just smile a bit. but nooo, he was the first to (very happily, btw) say “we’re in the clear!” as if he had something at stake beforehand…

im just saying, i think theres more merit to the ‘abed confessed his love for troy while they were high’ theory.

and even better (or worse), i noticed the episode right before this is the herstory of dance, in which abed meets rachel. we know he ghosts her after that ep, but why? weeell, if abed did confess his feelings to troy in the puppet episode, then perhaps he realized he’s still too in love with troy for him to go for rachel. that it would be unfair to rachel if he pursued her.

[hanasnx]

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.”

[sparklingspidey]

Why is no one writing the very specific fic I have in my head? And no, I can’t do it myself because I am small and stupid and sleepy.

[awakenatmidnights]

where are the fanfictions about the study group giving one ounce of a damn about Britta and Britta's trauma? where are the fanfictions where they all apologise to her in some way, shape or form for all the years spent calling her the worst, when she really was just as flawed and bare and human as the rest of them? where are the fanfictions where at least one of them realizes how she relishes in weed and smoking more and more throughout the seasons and actually DO something about it? why is there so little of this kind of fics and who do i have to beg to change this?

[tiredandoptimistic]

It's insane to me that the Community fandom doesn't spend more time talking about the fact that Donald Glover, when asked what he thinks Troy is up to currently, said he thinks Troy is lost at sea and Abed needs to save him.

I know we all love the idea of Troy being the one to come back for Abed, but it would also be so good for Abed to finally realize that some people are worth reaching out for. It could be a chance for Abed to display his faith that Troy wants him in his life, that the only reason Troy would stay away is something he needs to be rescued from. Plus, the parallel to "you were out there somewhere and you weren't looking for me?" just writes itself!

This interview is a fun watch on its own merits if you have forty minutes, and it's a follow-up to when the cast (and Pedro Pascal) did a reading of the Cooperative Polygraphy script. The timecode for the bit I'm referencing is 4:15.

"Where do you think he is, circa 2020?" "He's probably lost, I feel like Abed's gotta find him"

[fujobritta]

hc that abed uses annies ao3 account . annie bookmarks the pages into her browser because she can sort them into folders so all of the works and bookmarks are inspector/reggie fics and character analysis essays