Alpha rizz ft. one of a kind writings, not like one of those cheesy ahh slow 'romance' build-up.
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Also, please tell me the artists so...
I wanna post early (right after I read some of the fanfics that just didn't work out-) I couldn't wait.
Share your thoughts, constructive criticism on this so far. Even grammar. Yes.
Also, please tell me the artists for these smexy arts or else I'll have to replace it in the finals...
Just look at this non-existent cutie
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You fell asleep on the guys' couch, aka your old friends that happen to live around your neighborhood. After a long night of watching a movie and slight awkwardness of you being the only female. You end up falling asleep right as the movie about to finish.
"Ugh..." You groaned in laziness. You slowly sat up, until you realised you were tucked in quiet nicely after all. With a green blanket wrapped around you and a pillow under your head.
"Oh... how nice of them...~" You mused out loud, the gesture made you feel so fuzzy inside.
So you went ahead and laid back down all snuggly and warm~! Even cuddling the pillow a little that had your drool on a bit. Until a voice spoke.
"Uh, (y/n)? It's morning already..." A neutral, no-flavor tone spoke to you. Oh, man. Edd sounded so unamused with you. Well, he always has a habit of that attitude so that's nothing new.
"I'm not blind. I'm aware of the glaring sun,"
You retorted sleepily, pulling the covers over your head to shield your sore eyes from the light. You could've sworn you sensed something in the distance, giving you the most awful, spiteful look and the finger...
However, Edd couldn't be less annoyed. "(Y/n), get up. I'm going to use the couch for sitting."
"Can't you just sit on the floor...? Or that armchair??"
He let out a small 'tch' in response to that. "Then we would've bought the couch for what? Decoration?"
"6... More minutes..." You already sound like you're about to doze off to your everlasting slumber. Definitely Not-so-annoying to a certain someone at all.
He muttered something about how oh-so quirky you are for saying 6 instead. "Great..." Seeing that arguing won't get him (or her) anywhere, only increase his ever-growing ridiculous frown. That is until he did something besides lecturing...
"Zzz...— huH? WHAT THE—?!"
You yelped when you were suddenly, completely engulfed and rolled up in the blanket like a burrito tight, then being lifted to his arms by the one and only~ all that while he has a straight face too.
"Wtf, Edd—"
"My house, my couch, my rules." Even though you had more to say (that little line didn't do shiii—), he slowly pressed a finger over your mouth followed by a 'shshshshsh'. Shushing you up for good, while he now settled down on the vacant couch. With an oversized burrito in his arms. What a compromising position.
You glared at him from below, while he still showed no interest/neutral look on his face, his focus (or lack of thereof) on the TV while he basically had you propped up in his arms. And now, silence.
"..."
"..."
"Heavier than I thought..."
Or so he said under his breath, you roll your eyes with a hint of offense (only a little).
