Community RP

…in the rain.

…in the house they just bought.

…on the nose.

…against a wall.

…before going to sleep.

…to wake them up.

…french.

…in their neck.

…on their forehead.

…on the cheek.

…out of happiness.

…to thank them.

…drunk.

…to suprise/confuse them.

…because you missed them.

…to comfort them.

…to stop them from rambling.

…angry.

…crying.

…as a dare.

…for the first time.

andrew belle.

"I'm not like you guys. I don't have claws, or glowing eyes, or super senses. I just have voices in my head."

independent lydia martin. banshee from mtv's teen wolf. au & crossover friendly. ocs & canon characters welcome. literate roleplayer.

She twirled a lock of her hair around her index finger as her curiosity spiked, “You only need an hour to create a perfect Valentine’s Day? Do you have random extravagant dates often...?” She giggled more to herself than to anything he had said. The idea of anybody doing something grand and over-thee-top for her was certainly something nobody else in the world had ever thought of. She was just Disney-faced, cardigan-wearing Annie. She wasn’t a girl that she felt really stood out, she just kinda blended in unless grades were on the line. It was then that people noticed her. Hell, she could bring a B- project to an A++ (a grade that she didn’t know existed until Greendale). Honestly, Annie was just thankful that Abed had said yes; she couldn’t handle another rejection today. 

“Jeff doesn’t care about Valentine’s Day,” she rolled her eyes. “It feels a lot more like Single Awareness Day to me at this point.” 

Still, she wondered if Abed, at some level, felt as lonely as she did on Valentine’s Day. If it meant the separation of Troy and Abed, it had to be hitting him pretty hard, she supposed. It wouldn’t be nice for either of them to be left out, so she pondered for a moment. She could always ask Abed to be her Valentine. It’d make Abed feel like he was a part of those Rom-Coms he liked and Annie would be able to have a Valentine for the first time in her life...and if it made Jeff realize she was going to ask him originally and he felt guilty for making her upset, that would be a bonus.

Setting the bag of chocolate in front of him, she smiled brightly. Her ideas got a little too planned out and she constantly overanalyzed her situations, sure, but the thought made her so joyful she felt like she was a glee club member going to regionals. 

February 14th was a day that left Annie feeling conflicted. 

She loved celebrating love; especially with friends and family, but she was never lucky enough to have a Valentine. High school was never kind to her, but she had thought college might be kinder. She was practically floating on cloud nine when she reached Jeff’s locker. Sure, it was childish, but cards were so heartfelt. Who wouldn’t melt over someone’s confessions of appreciation, admiration, or love? Annie had thought that it was endearing; that she might have a chance to really connect with the guy she felt this tension with. Certainly he had to feel something too, right?

She greeted the man warmly, as he did all but look up from his phone. He said hello; his fingers tapping quickly. She asked if he had plans for Valentine’s Day as she looked in her bag for his card.

He looked up and raised an eyebrow, sarcastically noting that Valentine’s Day was invented by greeting card companies and was only marketed towards grade school kids who bought popularity via Hershey’s kisses and women who are too desperate to realize a card won’t change anything. Rolling his eyes and chuckling at his joke, he looked back down at his phone.

Annie giggled sadly, replying with, “Ha, so no plans then? That’s surprising.” Feeling embarrassed, she quietly said goodbye and started walking to the Cafeteria. She figured she might as well rip up the card and eat the chocolate she had bought for him. Screw her for wanting to make a nice gesture, right? She knew it wasn’t personal, he didn’t know where she was going with things, but it still stung. 

No. That was all wishful thinking; she was drunk off the idea of Valentine’s meaning something more than meaningless sex and frat boys shooting foam arrows on campus. 

Valentine’s Day was just February 14th this year, just as it had always been. She crumpled the card, but couldn't bring herself to throw it away. so she put it back in her bag.

Looking up, she saw a familiar silhouette in a sweater at a table. All alone.

“Abed?” Annie approached the table, bag of chocolates in hand. “Are you waiting for someone?” 

“Cool,” she murmured, as she closed her eyes and her lips met his. She kissed him gently, as if the moment they shared was a sheet of glass and a wrong move could break the tenderness of it all. She focused on the feeling of his hand on hers and melted into the kiss; it was still hard to believe that this was all really happening, but Abed was really interested in her outside of her occasional usage of being a love interest for ‘plot development’.

There was something so surreal about it all; she always assumed Abed was off-limits romantically- that he just couldn’t connect to her in that way. Yet, when he looked at her the way he had…it gave her goosebumps. Her free hand gently touched his cheek as she depended the kiss.

“Cool,” she murmured, as she closed her eyes and her lips met his. She kissed him gently, as if the moment they shared was a sheet of glass and a wrong move could break the tenderness of it all. She focused on the feeling of his hand on hers and melted into the kiss; it was still hard to believe that this was all really happening, but Abed was really interested in her outside of her occasional usage of being a love interest for ‘plot development’.

There was something so surreal about it all; she always assumed Abed was off-limits romantically- that he just couldn’t connect to her in that way. Yet, when he looked at her the way he had…it gave her goosebumps. Her free hand gently touched his cheek as she depended the kiss.

There was something lonely in being the supportive friend. She always cheered her friends on, then returned to her dumpy little apartment in the bad part of town. Just hoping in the back of her mind that someone would notice; that she would be seen and rescued.

She wanted the kiss to last forever, but pulled away. She felt brave, but her hands fumbled with the bottom of her cardigan as she spoke up.

“Han? As much as I love kissing you, and I do really like kissing you, do you think I might be able to try kissing Abed?”

Annie smiled to herself, happy she was able to make a decent pop culture reference. She gazed back at his lips, biting her own in anticipation. She held his hand.

"Would it be alright if we kissed again before you showed me the rest of the apartment?"

There was something lonely in being the supportive friend. She always cheered her friends on, then returned to her dumpy little apartment in the bad part of town. Just hoping in the back of her mind that someone would notice; that she would be seen and rescued.

She wanted the kiss to last forever, but pulled away. She felt brave, but her hands fumbled with the bottom of her cardigan as she spoke up.

“Han? As much as I love kissing you, and I do really like kissing you, do you think I might be able to try kissing Abed?”