FanFic: You Dirty Tease
Title: You Dirty Tease
Author: classicFREAK
Rating: R
Warning: smut and murder and strippers.
Summary: ClassicFREAK has a million ideas in her head, sometimes they come to fruitation as full stories, sometimes they start hot and heavy, but fizzled to nothing and never get finished. Here are uncompleted stories, ideas and general WTF.
Disclaimer: This fic is why I can't have nice things like Community.
Authors note: Some of these ideas are actually being written as fics by yours truly, and others have no chance. If you find you can run with one, feel free to grip it between your fingers and run with the wind bullseye.
Each idea-thingy mambob is under a different cut ... hopefully this works.
1.
Fic: Secret Santa (1)
Word count: 541
Whose dumb ass idea was it to do a Secret Santa? When had they turned into an episode of Glee? Sure, we've been friends for 2 years, and we supposedly know each other well enough to get gifts that we're sure our elected recipients would like, but it's like the biggest cliché in television. Abed would be able to give examples, but all I can see is Troy crying, Britta getting someone a gift that she wants, Abed's gift would be too meta for anyone to understand and the evening of merriment would end in yet another Classic Winger Speech.
Understandably, it was Annie that had voiced the Secret Santa idea, but it was Shirley who put it into action. Our self-appointed Head of Christmas Spirit had cut up our names and put them in a bowler hat that Abed had produced, from where I have no idea, but I tend not to question his actions.
"The only way to make this fair is to have rules. Because no one else cares to think of financial struggles or gift appropriateness, the rules are as follows. 1. No switching papers with anyone, this is to be completely anonymous until we open the gifts. 2. Gifts should be under $50 but that does not mean you have to spend that much. 3. All gifts are to be put under our study group tree the day before our last exam, and we will open them together after the last exam. 4. Have fu-un.”
She then walked around the table, watching their hands closely to make sure they only grabbed one piece of paper, paying attention to their facial expressions in hopes of catching them if they accidentally grabbed their names. Annie picked first, smiling as her eyes light on the name, before they took a trip around the table, trying not to land on one person too long, not wanting to reveal who she picked. Pierce picked next, spouting a racial slur or sexist joke before hiding the scrap of paper in his shirt pocket. Then Troy and Abed who looked kind of sad, clearly neither of them had gotten the other. Britta put her hand in a fished around, showing off that she got the choice of three people before pulling her hand out and smirking at the table before opening the paper, where her smirk slipped off her face and into a scowl.
Shirley came to me and lifted the hat above my head, concealing the last two pieces of paper from my view. My fingers brushed across the edges, hoping that somehow my fingertips would be able to feel the names on the papers, picking the easiest person to get a gift for. As if my fingers were being pulled, they picked up a paper and brought it to my face, my eyes opened further upon laying my sight on the name, nearly causing my eyeballs to pop out of my head and roll across the small space towards Annie.
What on earth would I get her for Christmas?
~~
It was just days before the unveiling when Jeff had found the perfect gift for Annie. Google hadn’t been doing its job, aka making everything in Jeff’s life almost too easy.
2.
Fic: Jeff's Christmas Present
Word count: 449
He wasn't exactly surprised to find Annie under his tree, more like jaw-droppingly shocked at the sight.
"Uh, Annie, what are you doing?"
"Merry Christmas, Jeff."
Annie was decked in the smallest scrap of holiday cheer, a red silk teddy with white fur border, a little Santa hat perched on her head. Normally he would have been able to find the smallest semblance of self-control and woo her into forgetting her plan of seduction and leaving before any clothes came off, but she was always dressed in her school girl clothes, it never failed to give him images of naked skin against naked skin, moans of ecstasy ringing in his ears. But there was enough cloth to remind him of the 13 year difference, and that always allowed him to get the situation under control.
Instead the littlest cloth she currently wore fanned the flames of desire he worked so hard to smother. Jeff may be conscious of his friends feelings toward the unorthodox but he is a man, and when there is a half-naked girl in front of you, one you've been lusting over for over a year, and she was throwing herself at you, there is no point in resisting.
She'd stood up, turning her back towards him while looking at him over her shoulder, striking a pose that showed how short the teddy was. The candy cane stripped panties accentuated her butt, perfecting the already gloriously round cheeks, before smoothing down the longest legs known to man. Jeff had no idea how she could stand in the t inch fuck me heels she was wearing but it no doubt did wondrous things for her already amazing legs. His mind took him on a journey, to a place where her legs were wrapped around his hips, holding him closer to her as he pushed into her before slowly pulling out, taunting and teasing her clit while she contracted around him.
Then she was on her back, in the center of his bed, feet planted while the heels pushed into the mattress as Jeff lapped at her entrance like a thirsty dog, her moans encouraging him as he held her hips down. Securing her to the bed with one arm he slips a finger into her velvety entrance twirling and swirling, focusing her attention on his ministrations as wave after wave of sensation crashed through her.
He was brought back to reality with a simple touch; Annie walking past him, dragging her finger across his chest, hinting at him to follow her. She looked over her shoulder at him as she walked toward his bedroom, no trace of the reverence he was sure to see in her eyes.
3.
Fic: The past doesn't make our present
Word Count: 1,584
It's hard to be a hopeless romantic in this day in age. Especially when you're in college. Everyone is hooking up and looking for the next moderately hot person to sleep with, not really caring about finding someone they'd want to settle down and have children with. Sure I'm still young, only 20 years old, but I've always wanted a fairytale ending; I want a prince and a castle and forever after. It's not that much to ask for but, it seems to be impossible to find Prince Charming.
I'd thought that Andrew was my future when we were together in highschool but everything about that relationship had all been an adderall laced dream. We'd known each other for a long time; we went to the same church, we were in the same class during Hebrew school, our bar/bat mitzvahs were within the same week. Our parents had been friends and we'd been forced to be in each others presence numerous times, not that was such a hard ship because we'd found we had a lot in common. We both loved Madonna, we were both working hard in school (Andrew was hoping for a scholarship while I was working towards and acceptance to either Harvard or Yale) and we both had an affinity for Disney movies.
Our relationship began sort of by accident. It was New Years eve and his family was throwing a party for our church. Everyone was spread out on the first floor of the Reuben family home; the adults were mostly in the kitchen drinking Champagne and talking about whatever parents talk about while the teenagers and children were in the den. Someone had turned on an animated movie to distract the younger kids while the teenagers shared a bottle of stolen Champagne, hurrying to empty the bottle in hopes of playing Spin the Bottle while the parents were distracted and out of sight. The bottle was passed around the circle of 9 kids I'd known since kindergarten, until there was nothing left. Andrew put the cork back in the top and gave the bottle a test spin, it spun in several perfect cicrles before stopping between to giggling girls. The game was on.
There were several other people before me to spin the bottle, none of which landed on me. Soon enough it was my turn, I grabbedthe bottle and tested the spin, turnned my hand as far as possible and pushed before letting go. I watched as the bottle spun and spun before landing on Andrew, the guy beside him sighed with relief. I knew I wasn't the most popular person at the party but I also didn't think there was any reason for him to not have wanted to kiss me. Sure I was plagued by a break out at the most inopportune time, and there was a rumor going around that I had accidentally cut the last person I'd kissed's lip with my braces, but they'd been new back then, I've had them for almost a year since then. I looked at Andrew and mouthed sorry before I leaned over quickly and pecked his lips at the exact time my parents had walked in the room.
They looked at me as if I had grown 3 heads. I quickly ran out of the living room towards the bathroom where I hid with my knees pulled up to my chest. God, it was embarrassing to have your parents watch as you kissed on of your best and only friends. I left the bathroom twenty minutes later when I was drawn to the living room by everyone chanting along to the count down. People were moving around and shifting in hopes of being beside the person they wanted to be kissed by at the stroke of midnight. At the count of 5 i noticed someone walking towards me out of the cornor of my eye. At the count if 2 I realized it was Andrew. At the cheers and the sounds of the people around me planting kisses on the lips and cheeks of the people beside them I felt my chin being lifted and soft lips touching mine.
By the start of school after the winter holidays we were officially Annie and Andrew, a couple.
It was different being half of a couple. It kind of seemed like they didn't care about you but why you weren't with your other half. It was almost as if you didn't exisit as a singular person. I was no longer Annie.
Not that I didn't like the feeling of being wanted ... but I'd been invisible when I wasn't romantically attached to Andrew. It was kind of hard to stomach the knowledge that no one cared unless someone they liked cared about you. I'd always been a social pariah so the attention was new to me. People I had known all my life, people who had ingored me unless they needed help with school work, actually seemed to want to know me. I felt like I was on top of the world. Everything was going great, I'd made friends, I had a boyfriend and school was going well. Or so I'd thought. I was asked to stay after class by one of my favorite teachers, which wasn't exactly abnormal. Several of my teachers were known to ask me to help them grade my fellow classmates papers and homework, but that wasn't the issue.
"Annie, I know you've been busy these few weeks, but you might want to refocus" Mr. Pavren said before he set the last test we'd taken on my desk. It looked like every other test I'd gotten back, except for number in the red circle at the top of the page. 78? How in the heck did I get a 78? Annie Edison, first of the class, had gotten something less then perfect on a test? Had the world come to an end?
I was shocked, slightly terrifyed and mad at myself. Harvard wouldn't want me if I didn't have a perfect 4.0 gpa, my parents had ingrained that in my brain early in life and it had stuck. I'd never have thought that most of my classmates were doing terrible in school because friends take up a lot of time, seeing as I'd never had to deal with any of those problems. I didn't want to lose the friends I had finally made, but friends wouldn't get me into the schools I want, only hard work and perseverence.
I know drugs are bad, especially non-perscription but they were going to help me focus, atleast that's what the research told me. One pill and I could do anything without being distracted. Within a week my grades were back to perfect, I still had time to 'hang out' with my boyfriend and our friends and everything was looking perfect. Perfection is one big fucking illusion.
I was taking a pill a day when my parents sat me down and told me they were seperating. That, understandably, caused me to lose focus more then normal, I took a pill everytime I felt my eyes starting to wander. I was taking upwards of 6 a day, spending most of my time in a stoned stupor, not that anyone other than my dealer noticed and he was just happy to be getting more business. I started forgetting converstaions immediately after they begin and not paying attention to what the teacher was saying at the front of the class. I'd read through each of my textbooks while under an adderall haze and taught myself everything they were saying, zoning in only long enough to hear the assignment and test dates. I was still top of the class but I now had time for friends too. Sure, it cut down on my sleep, but I never felt tired enough to sleep most of the time anyways. Every time I thought I was tired the Adderall would kick in and I suddenly had enough energy to jog around the block a few times.
I’d never really thought of it as a bad thing but I found myself taking more and more Adderall and sleeping less and less. It was a bit taxing on my body. I was tired a lot, so I would take more of those god-like little blue pills, until they stopped working. Soon I was hallucinating with every new pill, they were taunting me and torturing me, the only way to shut them up was to take them. That was a bad idea.
I was sitting in 3rd period history, the class right before lunch, when I could hear them yelling at me from my backpack, I needed to shut them up before the rest of the class could hear them and I’d get in trouble for disrupting the class. I asked the teacher for a hall pass and walked to the closest water fountain. I took the baggie with the pills inside and emptied it into my palm. There were more than I would usually take but I needed them to stop taunting me so I took a deep breath before bending over and sucking a little bit of water in my mouth. I threw back my head and tossed the handful of pills into my mouth and swallowed them down the best I could. I choked a little on the mass of drugs in my mouth but simply bent down for some more water before heading back to class.
4.
Fic: Can't Be Trusted (1)
Word count: 239
“I am so excited! A real date and he asked me!” Annie squealed as she entered the full study room. She didn’t notice as she sat in her seat and sighed. Rich, handsome and kind Rich had asked her out on a date. Sure, she was a little confused; hadn’t he rejected her before? Not that it mattered now. A real date! She felt more of a woman already.
“Uh … Congratulations?” Shirley scared her out of the clouds her head had been occupying in into the study room. It was as if her brain had lead her there; muscle memory or whatever. Even after being shocked out of the happy thoughts floating around her head, she could think of nothing but the excitement of finally being wanted by a man.
“Annie, I thought we decided that even though you are creepily amazing at throwing your voice, asking yourself out through an innocent blow up doll doesn’t count as a date.”
“Jeff, I don’t have blow-up dolls, they’re probably hiding somewhere in your closet. If you must know, Rich asked me out.”
“Rich? You mean the guy you asked out last summer who denied you? He asked you out?”
Shirley put on her best “I love you but sometimes I wonder about your mental state” voice “Oh An-nie! I am so happy for you, but are you sure about this? I mean he did let you down last time.”
Fic: Can't Be Trusted (2)
Word count: 700
It's almost hilarious how easy it is to decieve the knuckleheads that attend Greendale. They wanted to believe that people are generally good, but idiots are just that. I could do anything and I'd get away with it because with my winning smile and my gentle voice I could talk anyone into believing anything. I enjoyed pulling the wool over their eyes, showing them one face while completely undermining their confidence in their own ability to read people. Except for one person. One person had been able to see straight through me. It was a good thing no one believed him.
-*-
It was two weeks into the new semester when the dean entered the study room.
"Jeff, can I speak to you for a moment? Alone?"
"Anything you need to ask can be said infront of my friends. And no, I will not need you to relieve the stress from my shoulders, seeing as you’re the cause for most of it.”
“Ah, ha Jeff. No. I was wondering if you’d heard from Professor Slater.”
“Michele? We broke up like a year ago, why would I be talking to her?”
“Jeff, you’re not exactly ‘seeing’ anyone right now, and last time that was the case you were secretly sleeping with Slater. It’s not that hard to jump from one conclusion to another.”
“Well, no I haven’t seen or spoken to her in almost 2 weeks, and that’s only because we literally ran into each other in the hallway.”
“Alrighty then. Well, if you do see her, make sure to send her to my office.”
The study group was silent after he’d left, thousands of questions running through their minds. Where is Slater? Why ask Jeff? When is the lunch bell going to ring? It’s kind of weird seeing as Slater was a stickler for timing, she hated when anyone was late and actually preferred coming early (and yes that was an innuendo.) What could she be doing that would keep her from her work?
-*-
Jeff hated nothing more than watching the news after school. Greendale was as much a shithole as the actual world and Jeff needed some down time between the equally shitty realities. He usually grabbed a glass of scotch and sat in front of the TV only half paying attention to whatever boring sporting event went on last night and zoned out. Sometimes he’d fall asleep and other times he’d roused by the sound of someone at the door, who almost always turned out to be Abed seeking out someone to watch movies with him while Troy was at football practice.
Today was different. Jeff was positive that he wouldn’t be bothered by Abed (it was Friday and Troy didn’t have practice), but as he lifted and pointed the remote at his TV, pushing the buttons entering the code for TSN, he noticed there was no change. The remote wasn’t registering with the overly expensive cable box. Fucking batteries. He walked over to the kitchenette, where the junk drawer with a sleeve of new batteries sat, before turning his body back toward the TV at the announcer’s voice.
“In a disturbing turn for the worst, a body was found early this afternoon just outside of Greendale. Chuck Ingelton with the story.”
“Thank you, Charles. Anthony McRae was walking the perimeter of his yard after finding his dog with blood all over its mouth where he discovered a human hand sticking out of the mud. Growl, one of 5 dogs owned by McRae, is one of the best hunting dogs in the county and is known for catching small animals such as squirrels and rabbits and eating them, so blood around his mouth was not an uncommon sight. McRae called local police around 3:45pm. When police arrived at the scene, they revealed the rest of the body of a woman. The Coroner described the women as a Caucasian, around 5’10 with brunette hair and brown eyes. She’d been suffocated and there were signs of torture. Most likely cause of death is said to be a slit throat. Anyone with any information is encouraged to call the Crime Stoppers hotline at 1-800-567-6453. Back to you in the studio.”
5.
Fic: Secret Santa (2)
Word count: 467
Whoever came up with the idea of the secret Santa should be shot and pissed on. It was hard enough to go to Greendale, let alone celebrate holidays there. It was even worse when you were literally stuck in the school. There had been a breach, something about one of the Chem. labs being used to make illegal drugs, or maybe there had been an anthrax scare; whatever the actual cause, It was almost painful to sit in the Study Room at midnight, especially when school had officially been over for 8 hours.
At first they had agreed to study ahead for their spring classes, but that got boring fast. The cafeteria had been taken over by most of the students; playing ancient board games someone had found in the basement, raiding the food supply or fighting over the remote to the only TV that had basic cable. Sure, the snow storm that had started a few hours ago had cut off the picture, but they were still fighting.
You couldn’t really blame the smartass trying to expand his business using the Community College’s terrible campus security, when opportunity strikes, ya know? Chang was the world worst security guard. No, it had started at the beginning of the worst month of holidays ever.
.~.
“Aw, guys. I feel like this year has been one of the closest years yet. It may have started out bad; Jeff’s freak out, Todd being sent to the psych ward after the terrarium kerfuffle, Britta’s cellphone nearly exploding, but I think it brought us all closer together. I think we should do something nice together, just the group.”
A couple heads around the table nodded.
“I was thinking of a Secret Santa. I know Troy, Abed and I don’t exactly celebrate Christmas, but we wouldn’t technically be giving presents on Christmas, I think we can allow it right?”
Troy and Abed just nodded their heads before completing their handshake.
“Awesome. So, $50 limit sound good? Pick a name and keep it to yourself, we’ll open them on the last day of classes, so you have 2 weeks to get and wrap the presents.”
The pencil case Annie had removed from her backpack, filled with little scraps of paper was passed around the table, each person taking one before pushing the case to the seat next to them. The pencil case was returned to Annie empty, and the group got up to leave, pairing off and talking about gift ideas. No one saw the person hiding in the shadows, scowling at the laughter and general merriment coming from the group.
“Bah Humbug.”
.~.
“Alright guys don’t forget. Tomorrow is the day of our Secret Santa; we’ll leave our presents in here, take our last exams and come back and unwrap them together. Okay?”
6.
Fic: Jeff 'Nipple Play' Winger
Word count: no clue
A/N: Blame crittab
So maybe he isn't proud of the skill he found when he was neck deep in debt, it was a niche that seemed to pay off well, and that's what he needed right now.
The music bounced off the wall of the grubby stripclub, causing shudders to roll down his back like a wave. It was disgusting in here but he had been assured the secrecy of his identity. He still had feelers out in the law community and he didn't want this to ruin his chances of getting the hell out of here.
He looked down at the rings through his nipples, checking to make sure the ball was tight and the ring wouldn't fall out. He'd checked his equiptment before the afternoon show, and everything was perfect. One last show and he would be free for a month before he had to humiliate himself once again to pay his rent.
He walked to the side of the stage and waited for the annoucement over the intercom.
"Circus acts have shocked and enthralled millions of people; the bearded woman, contortionists, but our act is just as amazing. One man, known to all as Nipple Play, will astounded you with his pain tolerance as he lifts weights with a part of his anatomy that shouldn't be able to carry such a weight."
Jeff walk out from behind the curtain, made his way to his weight an waited for the audience to fall silent. he clipped the 2 pound weights to the rings and strutted accross the stage. Returning to his table and removing the weights. Over and over he struts accross the stage with different weights, feeling no pain as he forced his mind to stay on the money that would soon pay his rent and allow his to get some food to fill his fridge.
Moments later he is bowing to the crowd to an uproar of applause. but he wasn't paying attention to who he was bowing to, his eyes following a familiar brunette head as she walked quickly to the door backstage. He took his leave, passing the next act as he ran to meet with his savior.
"I still can't believe you got me a job here."
"I can't believe that you took to it so well, than again, I always knew you loved the attention." Annie titterd back.
He pushed his body closer to hers, into her personal space causing her to back herself into a wall with Jeff following. he rested his arms beside her head, causeing her to gasp. There was no space between their chests and he could feel her beaded nipples against his bare chest.
"Jealous Annie? You want to be the only one to see me in this state?"
she slid her hand up his side, past hard abs and the corded muscles covering his ribs, flicking her finger against the ring, flipping it causing a moan to rise from Jeff's throat.
7.
Fic: Classic Meet-Cute
word count: 1,146
Jeff wasn't sure what his life had become. He was a pretty wealthy lawyer, possibly one of the best at his firm, though he made the paralegals do all the work outside of the court. In fact he usually left the face to face meetings with his clients until the day before the court date, and the meeting is just to tell them what to wear to court in order to look innocent. He was still pretty young, only 34, and with the 5 day a week workouts and monthly facials (which he would deny to his last breath), he could pass for 28. So why was he browsing through the video store a block from his condo looking for movies a man had suggested he watched when he was here last week.
He'd never met the man before; Jeff was just standing in front of the 'Popular Movies' display when the young man walked up behind him and asked him what his favorite movie was. Jeff just assumed the man worked there and replied to his question without a second thought. It took the man 30 seconds to think over his reply before listing off a bunch of movie titles, some of which Jeff had seen and enjoyed. A minute into what seemed like the most in depth recommendation list ever, Jeff stopped him and told the young man to just email him the list. He never thought he'd see the day where a random stranger would peg him almost as perfectly as he pegged the innocent and the guilty.
Anyway, here he was, standing in a nearly empty movie rental establishment, looking for titles of movies he wasn't sure he would like.
"Britta, I am not running around town to find your lame ass documentary at some independent retail place just because you have a stick up your butt about chain-stores. I have things to do, you know."
Jeff looked up as his nose caught a whiff of something fruity, the voice of a stressed woman getting louder as she approached him and the documentary display immediately to his right. He took a quick look to put an anonymous face to the voice that startled him out of his intense stare down at the movies he wasn't sure he wanted to watch, he looked away before looking at her again. There, standing right beside him was a slim brunette with an impressive rack. She was wearing a tight dress that stopped somewhere between her knees and a place he sure he wanted to get to know better, he thought as his eyes travelled the expanse of leg before the knee high, high heeled boots she was wearing obstructed his view. He allowed his eyes to slowly glide up her body, over her swelling hips, over breasts that were mere seconds away from falling out of her top, up to the eyes that were looking straight at his face.
"Brit, I'll call you back"
The girl lifted her phone away from her ear and pushed the flip top into her chest to close the phone on the person on the other end of the phone.
"Didn't you mother ever teach to you it's not polite to stare?"
"She taught me to appreciate beauty, and that's what I'm doing."
"Does that line ever work?" She said as her cheeks took on a pink flush.
"I usually go with the classic 'that dress looks really good on you, but it would look better on my floor.' It really seems to get the ladies going."
"Then why deviate?"
"The line wasn't good enough for someone of your standards, plus it just didn't seem right. Jeff, Jeff Winger." He said as he raised his palm toward her
"Nice to meet you 007. Annie Edison." Her small hand warm in his own.
"Sassy, I like it."
"Glad I thrilled you." She said as she moved her body closer to his, barely leaving a breath between skin warmed clothes. His brain short circuited as it projected pictures of sweaty bodies and intermingled limbs accompanied by the squeak of bedsprings and the moans he was nearly dying to cause in her throat. He almost missed the twinkle in her eyes as she reached around him, brushing her arm against his, and grabbed a DVD from the shelf.
"Nice to meet you, Winger."
She sauntered off, towards the front of the store, to the front counter to rent the movie, turning her head toward him and sending a wink in his direction as she walk out of the door.
Fuck.
-*-
It was the tingles between her legs and the shivers travelling up and down her back as she recalled the deep timbre of his voice and the way his gaze felt like a physical caress that had her resting her head on the steering wheel of her car. Her libido jumped to the forefront of her mind, reminding her of the months celibacy she had unknowingly taken upon herself after her breakup with the overly greasy and under sophisticated Vaughn A guy who thought pro hacky sack was a real sport, or that he could make a living off of it. She had no idea what she had seen in him, other than the fact that he had shown interest in her after what she liked to call a misunderstanding.
She was just walking down the street when she felt someone's hand on her shoulder; she'd grown up in a bad neighborhood and had learned how to defend herself when she was in danger. The only problem was that she'd always been a good student and when she felt the hand on her person without her permission her training kicked in without thought. This particular accident ended with an old man in the ICU with cracked ribs and a broken arm. That doesn't sound like a case for the ICU but the severe heart attack that came with the contusions was. She'd called 911 and performed CPR but the shame of nearly killing an old man who had been trying to return her dropped wallet had her hiding out in her apartment for a week. She'd chastised herself, forcing herself to overdose in the pain of causing someone grief, and that had apparently meant finding someone who was selfless in order to teach her to be the same.
That was where Britta came in. Annie had met Britta during a fashion show she was to cover for her job at the Denver Daily, when she was stopped by the angry blonde who yelled facts about endangered species fur sales statistics at her liked she should have known everything she was supposed to be reporting on. Annie hated that fact that she had to write the fashion column because she was female. She was a hard-hitting journalist, not a snooty haute couture Barbie.
8.
Fic: Merry Christmas Jeffery Winger
Word count: 198
Jeff had never wanted a cat, cringed at the idea of having to remember to feed and water the thing, let alone having to change cat litter. If there was one thing Jeff Winger didn't do, was clean up after something other than himself. But Annie had wanted it, and he was whipped.
He'd woken to the sounds of Annie's giggles coming from the living room, a sound that never failed to make him smile. He crawled over her side of the bed, now empty and cool telling him she'd been up for a while, and walked through the bedroom door to the winter wonderland they'd created together. All the lights were on; the colourful lights on the tree were twinkling, the windows glowing with a message of holiday cheer and the garland covering every flat surface glowed with little white lights. And sitting in the middle of it all was the most beautiful, smiling brunette playing with a little kitten. She was surrounded by white light, giving her an ethereal glow. His own personal Christmas angel.
"Annie, why are you so excited for Christmas? Aren't you Jewish?" He asked as he leaned against the doorjamb.
Author: classicFREAK
Rating: R
Warning: smut and murder and strippers.
Summary: ClassicFREAK has a million ideas in her head, sometimes they come to fruitation as full stories, sometimes they start hot and heavy, but fizzled to nothing and never get finished. Here are uncompleted stories, ideas and general WTF.
Disclaimer: This fic is why I can't have nice things like Community.
Authors note: Some of these ideas are actually being written as fics by yours truly, and others have no chance. If you find you can run with one, feel free to grip it between your fingers and run with the wind bullseye.
Each idea-thingy mambob is under a different cut ... hopefully this works.
1.
Fic: Secret Santa (1)
Word count: 541
Whose dumb ass idea was it to do a Secret Santa? When had they turned into an episode of Glee? Sure, we've been friends for 2 years, and we supposedly know each other well enough to get gifts that we're sure our elected recipients would like, but it's like the biggest cliché in television. Abed would be able to give examples, but all I can see is Troy crying, Britta getting someone a gift that she wants, Abed's gift would be too meta for anyone to understand and the evening of merriment would end in yet another Classic Winger Speech.
Understandably, it was Annie that had voiced the Secret Santa idea, but it was Shirley who put it into action. Our self-appointed Head of Christmas Spirit had cut up our names and put them in a bowler hat that Abed had produced, from where I have no idea, but I tend not to question his actions.
"The only way to make this fair is to have rules. Because no one else cares to think of financial struggles or gift appropriateness, the rules are as follows. 1. No switching papers with anyone, this is to be completely anonymous until we open the gifts. 2. Gifts should be under $50 but that does not mean you have to spend that much. 3. All gifts are to be put under our study group tree the day before our last exam, and we will open them together after the last exam. 4. Have fu-un.”
She then walked around the table, watching their hands closely to make sure they only grabbed one piece of paper, paying attention to their facial expressions in hopes of catching them if they accidentally grabbed their names. Annie picked first, smiling as her eyes light on the name, before they took a trip around the table, trying not to land on one person too long, not wanting to reveal who she picked. Pierce picked next, spouting a racial slur or sexist joke before hiding the scrap of paper in his shirt pocket. Then Troy and Abed who looked kind of sad, clearly neither of them had gotten the other. Britta put her hand in a fished around, showing off that she got the choice of three people before pulling her hand out and smirking at the table before opening the paper, where her smirk slipped off her face and into a scowl.
Shirley came to me and lifted the hat above my head, concealing the last two pieces of paper from my view. My fingers brushed across the edges, hoping that somehow my fingertips would be able to feel the names on the papers, picking the easiest person to get a gift for. As if my fingers were being pulled, they picked up a paper and brought it to my face, my eyes opened further upon laying my sight on the name, nearly causing my eyeballs to pop out of my head and roll across the small space towards Annie.
What on earth would I get her for Christmas?
~~
It was just days before the unveiling when Jeff had found the perfect gift for Annie. Google hadn’t been doing its job, aka making everything in Jeff’s life almost too easy.
2.
Fic: Jeff's Christmas Present
Word count: 449
He wasn't exactly surprised to find Annie under his tree, more like jaw-droppingly shocked at the sight.
"Uh, Annie, what are you doing?"
"Merry Christmas, Jeff."
Annie was decked in the smallest scrap of holiday cheer, a red silk teddy with white fur border, a little Santa hat perched on her head. Normally he would have been able to find the smallest semblance of self-control and woo her into forgetting her plan of seduction and leaving before any clothes came off, but she was always dressed in her school girl clothes, it never failed to give him images of naked skin against naked skin, moans of ecstasy ringing in his ears. But there was enough cloth to remind him of the 13 year difference, and that always allowed him to get the situation under control.
Instead the littlest cloth she currently wore fanned the flames of desire he worked so hard to smother. Jeff may be conscious of his friends feelings toward the unorthodox but he is a man, and when there is a half-naked girl in front of you, one you've been lusting over for over a year, and she was throwing herself at you, there is no point in resisting.
She'd stood up, turning her back towards him while looking at him over her shoulder, striking a pose that showed how short the teddy was. The candy cane stripped panties accentuated her butt, perfecting the already gloriously round cheeks, before smoothing down the longest legs known to man. Jeff had no idea how she could stand in the t inch fuck me heels she was wearing but it no doubt did wondrous things for her already amazing legs. His mind took him on a journey, to a place where her legs were wrapped around his hips, holding him closer to her as he pushed into her before slowly pulling out, taunting and teasing her clit while she contracted around him.
Then she was on her back, in the center of his bed, feet planted while the heels pushed into the mattress as Jeff lapped at her entrance like a thirsty dog, her moans encouraging him as he held her hips down. Securing her to the bed with one arm he slips a finger into her velvety entrance twirling and swirling, focusing her attention on his ministrations as wave after wave of sensation crashed through her.
He was brought back to reality with a simple touch; Annie walking past him, dragging her finger across his chest, hinting at him to follow her. She looked over her shoulder at him as she walked toward his bedroom, no trace of the reverence he was sure to see in her eyes.
3.
Fic: The past doesn't make our present
Word Count: 1,584
It's hard to be a hopeless romantic in this day in age. Especially when you're in college. Everyone is hooking up and looking for the next moderately hot person to sleep with, not really caring about finding someone they'd want to settle down and have children with. Sure I'm still young, only 20 years old, but I've always wanted a fairytale ending; I want a prince and a castle and forever after. It's not that much to ask for but, it seems to be impossible to find Prince Charming.
I'd thought that Andrew was my future when we were together in highschool but everything about that relationship had all been an adderall laced dream. We'd known each other for a long time; we went to the same church, we were in the same class during Hebrew school, our bar/bat mitzvahs were within the same week. Our parents had been friends and we'd been forced to be in each others presence numerous times, not that was such a hard ship because we'd found we had a lot in common. We both loved Madonna, we were both working hard in school (Andrew was hoping for a scholarship while I was working towards and acceptance to either Harvard or Yale) and we both had an affinity for Disney movies.
Our relationship began sort of by accident. It was New Years eve and his family was throwing a party for our church. Everyone was spread out on the first floor of the Reuben family home; the adults were mostly in the kitchen drinking Champagne and talking about whatever parents talk about while the teenagers and children were in the den. Someone had turned on an animated movie to distract the younger kids while the teenagers shared a bottle of stolen Champagne, hurrying to empty the bottle in hopes of playing Spin the Bottle while the parents were distracted and out of sight. The bottle was passed around the circle of 9 kids I'd known since kindergarten, until there was nothing left. Andrew put the cork back in the top and gave the bottle a test spin, it spun in several perfect cicrles before stopping between to giggling girls. The game was on.
There were several other people before me to spin the bottle, none of which landed on me. Soon enough it was my turn, I grabbedthe bottle and tested the spin, turnned my hand as far as possible and pushed before letting go. I watched as the bottle spun and spun before landing on Andrew, the guy beside him sighed with relief. I knew I wasn't the most popular person at the party but I also didn't think there was any reason for him to not have wanted to kiss me. Sure I was plagued by a break out at the most inopportune time, and there was a rumor going around that I had accidentally cut the last person I'd kissed's lip with my braces, but they'd been new back then, I've had them for almost a year since then. I looked at Andrew and mouthed sorry before I leaned over quickly and pecked his lips at the exact time my parents had walked in the room.
They looked at me as if I had grown 3 heads. I quickly ran out of the living room towards the bathroom where I hid with my knees pulled up to my chest. God, it was embarrassing to have your parents watch as you kissed on of your best and only friends. I left the bathroom twenty minutes later when I was drawn to the living room by everyone chanting along to the count down. People were moving around and shifting in hopes of being beside the person they wanted to be kissed by at the stroke of midnight. At the count of 5 i noticed someone walking towards me out of the cornor of my eye. At the count if 2 I realized it was Andrew. At the cheers and the sounds of the people around me planting kisses on the lips and cheeks of the people beside them I felt my chin being lifted and soft lips touching mine.
By the start of school after the winter holidays we were officially Annie and Andrew, a couple.
It was different being half of a couple. It kind of seemed like they didn't care about you but why you weren't with your other half. It was almost as if you didn't exisit as a singular person. I was no longer Annie.
Not that I didn't like the feeling of being wanted ... but I'd been invisible when I wasn't romantically attached to Andrew. It was kind of hard to stomach the knowledge that no one cared unless someone they liked cared about you. I'd always been a social pariah so the attention was new to me. People I had known all my life, people who had ingored me unless they needed help with school work, actually seemed to want to know me. I felt like I was on top of the world. Everything was going great, I'd made friends, I had a boyfriend and school was going well. Or so I'd thought. I was asked to stay after class by one of my favorite teachers, which wasn't exactly abnormal. Several of my teachers were known to ask me to help them grade my fellow classmates papers and homework, but that wasn't the issue.
"Annie, I know you've been busy these few weeks, but you might want to refocus" Mr. Pavren said before he set the last test we'd taken on my desk. It looked like every other test I'd gotten back, except for number in the red circle at the top of the page. 78? How in the heck did I get a 78? Annie Edison, first of the class, had gotten something less then perfect on a test? Had the world come to an end?
I was shocked, slightly terrifyed and mad at myself. Harvard wouldn't want me if I didn't have a perfect 4.0 gpa, my parents had ingrained that in my brain early in life and it had stuck. I'd never have thought that most of my classmates were doing terrible in school because friends take up a lot of time, seeing as I'd never had to deal with any of those problems. I didn't want to lose the friends I had finally made, but friends wouldn't get me into the schools I want, only hard work and perseverence.
I know drugs are bad, especially non-perscription but they were going to help me focus, atleast that's what the research told me. One pill and I could do anything without being distracted. Within a week my grades were back to perfect, I still had time to 'hang out' with my boyfriend and our friends and everything was looking perfect. Perfection is one big fucking illusion.
I was taking a pill a day when my parents sat me down and told me they were seperating. That, understandably, caused me to lose focus more then normal, I took a pill everytime I felt my eyes starting to wander. I was taking upwards of 6 a day, spending most of my time in a stoned stupor, not that anyone other than my dealer noticed and he was just happy to be getting more business. I started forgetting converstaions immediately after they begin and not paying attention to what the teacher was saying at the front of the class. I'd read through each of my textbooks while under an adderall haze and taught myself everything they were saying, zoning in only long enough to hear the assignment and test dates. I was still top of the class but I now had time for friends too. Sure, it cut down on my sleep, but I never felt tired enough to sleep most of the time anyways. Every time I thought I was tired the Adderall would kick in and I suddenly had enough energy to jog around the block a few times.
I’d never really thought of it as a bad thing but I found myself taking more and more Adderall and sleeping less and less. It was a bit taxing on my body. I was tired a lot, so I would take more of those god-like little blue pills, until they stopped working. Soon I was hallucinating with every new pill, they were taunting me and torturing me, the only way to shut them up was to take them. That was a bad idea.
I was sitting in 3rd period history, the class right before lunch, when I could hear them yelling at me from my backpack, I needed to shut them up before the rest of the class could hear them and I’d get in trouble for disrupting the class. I asked the teacher for a hall pass and walked to the closest water fountain. I took the baggie with the pills inside and emptied it into my palm. There were more than I would usually take but I needed them to stop taunting me so I took a deep breath before bending over and sucking a little bit of water in my mouth. I threw back my head and tossed the handful of pills into my mouth and swallowed them down the best I could. I choked a little on the mass of drugs in my mouth but simply bent down for some more water before heading back to class.
4.
Fic: Can't Be Trusted (1)
Word count: 239
“I am so excited! A real date and he asked me!” Annie squealed as she entered the full study room. She didn’t notice as she sat in her seat and sighed. Rich, handsome and kind Rich had asked her out on a date. Sure, she was a little confused; hadn’t he rejected her before? Not that it mattered now. A real date! She felt more of a woman already.
“Uh … Congratulations?” Shirley scared her out of the clouds her head had been occupying in into the study room. It was as if her brain had lead her there; muscle memory or whatever. Even after being shocked out of the happy thoughts floating around her head, she could think of nothing but the excitement of finally being wanted by a man.
“Annie, I thought we decided that even though you are creepily amazing at throwing your voice, asking yourself out through an innocent blow up doll doesn’t count as a date.”
“Jeff, I don’t have blow-up dolls, they’re probably hiding somewhere in your closet. If you must know, Rich asked me out.”
“Rich? You mean the guy you asked out last summer who denied you? He asked you out?”
Shirley put on her best “I love you but sometimes I wonder about your mental state” voice “Oh An-nie! I am so happy for you, but are you sure about this? I mean he did let you down last time.”
Fic: Can't Be Trusted (2)
Word count: 700
It's almost hilarious how easy it is to decieve the knuckleheads that attend Greendale. They wanted to believe that people are generally good, but idiots are just that. I could do anything and I'd get away with it because with my winning smile and my gentle voice I could talk anyone into believing anything. I enjoyed pulling the wool over their eyes, showing them one face while completely undermining their confidence in their own ability to read people. Except for one person. One person had been able to see straight through me. It was a good thing no one believed him.
-*-
It was two weeks into the new semester when the dean entered the study room.
"Jeff, can I speak to you for a moment? Alone?"
"Anything you need to ask can be said infront of my friends. And no, I will not need you to relieve the stress from my shoulders, seeing as you’re the cause for most of it.”
“Ah, ha Jeff. No. I was wondering if you’d heard from Professor Slater.”
“Michele? We broke up like a year ago, why would I be talking to her?”
“Jeff, you’re not exactly ‘seeing’ anyone right now, and last time that was the case you were secretly sleeping with Slater. It’s not that hard to jump from one conclusion to another.”
“Well, no I haven’t seen or spoken to her in almost 2 weeks, and that’s only because we literally ran into each other in the hallway.”
“Alrighty then. Well, if you do see her, make sure to send her to my office.”
The study group was silent after he’d left, thousands of questions running through their minds. Where is Slater? Why ask Jeff? When is the lunch bell going to ring? It’s kind of weird seeing as Slater was a stickler for timing, she hated when anyone was late and actually preferred coming early (and yes that was an innuendo.) What could she be doing that would keep her from her work?
-*-
Jeff hated nothing more than watching the news after school. Greendale was as much a shithole as the actual world and Jeff needed some down time between the equally shitty realities. He usually grabbed a glass of scotch and sat in front of the TV only half paying attention to whatever boring sporting event went on last night and zoned out. Sometimes he’d fall asleep and other times he’d roused by the sound of someone at the door, who almost always turned out to be Abed seeking out someone to watch movies with him while Troy was at football practice.
Today was different. Jeff was positive that he wouldn’t be bothered by Abed (it was Friday and Troy didn’t have practice), but as he lifted and pointed the remote at his TV, pushing the buttons entering the code for TSN, he noticed there was no change. The remote wasn’t registering with the overly expensive cable box. Fucking batteries. He walked over to the kitchenette, where the junk drawer with a sleeve of new batteries sat, before turning his body back toward the TV at the announcer’s voice.
“In a disturbing turn for the worst, a body was found early this afternoon just outside of Greendale. Chuck Ingelton with the story.”
“Thank you, Charles. Anthony McRae was walking the perimeter of his yard after finding his dog with blood all over its mouth where he discovered a human hand sticking out of the mud. Growl, one of 5 dogs owned by McRae, is one of the best hunting dogs in the county and is known for catching small animals such as squirrels and rabbits and eating them, so blood around his mouth was not an uncommon sight. McRae called local police around 3:45pm. When police arrived at the scene, they revealed the rest of the body of a woman. The Coroner described the women as a Caucasian, around 5’10 with brunette hair and brown eyes. She’d been suffocated and there were signs of torture. Most likely cause of death is said to be a slit throat. Anyone with any information is encouraged to call the Crime Stoppers hotline at 1-800-567-6453. Back to you in the studio.”
5.
Fic: Secret Santa (2)
Word count: 467
Whoever came up with the idea of the secret Santa should be shot and pissed on. It was hard enough to go to Greendale, let alone celebrate holidays there. It was even worse when you were literally stuck in the school. There had been a breach, something about one of the Chem. labs being used to make illegal drugs, or maybe there had been an anthrax scare; whatever the actual cause, It was almost painful to sit in the Study Room at midnight, especially when school had officially been over for 8 hours.
At first they had agreed to study ahead for their spring classes, but that got boring fast. The cafeteria had been taken over by most of the students; playing ancient board games someone had found in the basement, raiding the food supply or fighting over the remote to the only TV that had basic cable. Sure, the snow storm that had started a few hours ago had cut off the picture, but they were still fighting.
You couldn’t really blame the smartass trying to expand his business using the Community College’s terrible campus security, when opportunity strikes, ya know? Chang was the world worst security guard. No, it had started at the beginning of the worst month of holidays ever.
.~.
“Aw, guys. I feel like this year has been one of the closest years yet. It may have started out bad; Jeff’s freak out, Todd being sent to the psych ward after the terrarium kerfuffle, Britta’s cellphone nearly exploding, but I think it brought us all closer together. I think we should do something nice together, just the group.”
A couple heads around the table nodded.
“I was thinking of a Secret Santa. I know Troy, Abed and I don’t exactly celebrate Christmas, but we wouldn’t technically be giving presents on Christmas, I think we can allow it right?”
Troy and Abed just nodded their heads before completing their handshake.
“Awesome. So, $50 limit sound good? Pick a name and keep it to yourself, we’ll open them on the last day of classes, so you have 2 weeks to get and wrap the presents.”
The pencil case Annie had removed from her backpack, filled with little scraps of paper was passed around the table, each person taking one before pushing the case to the seat next to them. The pencil case was returned to Annie empty, and the group got up to leave, pairing off and talking about gift ideas. No one saw the person hiding in the shadows, scowling at the laughter and general merriment coming from the group.
“Bah Humbug.”
.~.
“Alright guys don’t forget. Tomorrow is the day of our Secret Santa; we’ll leave our presents in here, take our last exams and come back and unwrap them together. Okay?”
6.
Fic: Jeff 'Nipple Play' Winger
Word count: no clue
A/N: Blame crittab
So maybe he isn't proud of the skill he found when he was neck deep in debt, it was a niche that seemed to pay off well, and that's what he needed right now.
The music bounced off the wall of the grubby stripclub, causing shudders to roll down his back like a wave. It was disgusting in here but he had been assured the secrecy of his identity. He still had feelers out in the law community and he didn't want this to ruin his chances of getting the hell out of here.
He looked down at the rings through his nipples, checking to make sure the ball was tight and the ring wouldn't fall out. He'd checked his equiptment before the afternoon show, and everything was perfect. One last show and he would be free for a month before he had to humiliate himself once again to pay his rent.
He walked to the side of the stage and waited for the annoucement over the intercom.
"Circus acts have shocked and enthralled millions of people; the bearded woman, contortionists, but our act is just as amazing. One man, known to all as Nipple Play, will astounded you with his pain tolerance as he lifts weights with a part of his anatomy that shouldn't be able to carry such a weight."
Jeff walk out from behind the curtain, made his way to his weight an waited for the audience to fall silent. he clipped the 2 pound weights to the rings and strutted accross the stage. Returning to his table and removing the weights. Over and over he struts accross the stage with different weights, feeling no pain as he forced his mind to stay on the money that would soon pay his rent and allow his to get some food to fill his fridge.
Moments later he is bowing to the crowd to an uproar of applause. but he wasn't paying attention to who he was bowing to, his eyes following a familiar brunette head as she walked quickly to the door backstage. He took his leave, passing the next act as he ran to meet with his savior.
"I still can't believe you got me a job here."
"I can't believe that you took to it so well, than again, I always knew you loved the attention." Annie titterd back.
He pushed his body closer to hers, into her personal space causing her to back herself into a wall with Jeff following. he rested his arms beside her head, causeing her to gasp. There was no space between their chests and he could feel her beaded nipples against his bare chest.
"Jealous Annie? You want to be the only one to see me in this state?"
she slid her hand up his side, past hard abs and the corded muscles covering his ribs, flicking her finger against the ring, flipping it causing a moan to rise from Jeff's throat.
7.
Fic: Classic Meet-Cute
word count: 1,146
Jeff wasn't sure what his life had become. He was a pretty wealthy lawyer, possibly one of the best at his firm, though he made the paralegals do all the work outside of the court. In fact he usually left the face to face meetings with his clients until the day before the court date, and the meeting is just to tell them what to wear to court in order to look innocent. He was still pretty young, only 34, and with the 5 day a week workouts and monthly facials (which he would deny to his last breath), he could pass for 28. So why was he browsing through the video store a block from his condo looking for movies a man had suggested he watched when he was here last week.
He'd never met the man before; Jeff was just standing in front of the 'Popular Movies' display when the young man walked up behind him and asked him what his favorite movie was. Jeff just assumed the man worked there and replied to his question without a second thought. It took the man 30 seconds to think over his reply before listing off a bunch of movie titles, some of which Jeff had seen and enjoyed. A minute into what seemed like the most in depth recommendation list ever, Jeff stopped him and told the young man to just email him the list. He never thought he'd see the day where a random stranger would peg him almost as perfectly as he pegged the innocent and the guilty.
Anyway, here he was, standing in a nearly empty movie rental establishment, looking for titles of movies he wasn't sure he would like.
"Britta, I am not running around town to find your lame ass documentary at some independent retail place just because you have a stick up your butt about chain-stores. I have things to do, you know."
Jeff looked up as his nose caught a whiff of something fruity, the voice of a stressed woman getting louder as she approached him and the documentary display immediately to his right. He took a quick look to put an anonymous face to the voice that startled him out of his intense stare down at the movies he wasn't sure he wanted to watch, he looked away before looking at her again. There, standing right beside him was a slim brunette with an impressive rack. She was wearing a tight dress that stopped somewhere between her knees and a place he sure he wanted to get to know better, he thought as his eyes travelled the expanse of leg before the knee high, high heeled boots she was wearing obstructed his view. He allowed his eyes to slowly glide up her body, over her swelling hips, over breasts that were mere seconds away from falling out of her top, up to the eyes that were looking straight at his face.
"Brit, I'll call you back"
The girl lifted her phone away from her ear and pushed the flip top into her chest to close the phone on the person on the other end of the phone.
"Didn't you mother ever teach to you it's not polite to stare?"
"She taught me to appreciate beauty, and that's what I'm doing."
"Does that line ever work?" She said as her cheeks took on a pink flush.
"I usually go with the classic 'that dress looks really good on you, but it would look better on my floor.' It really seems to get the ladies going."
"Then why deviate?"
"The line wasn't good enough for someone of your standards, plus it just didn't seem right. Jeff, Jeff Winger." He said as he raised his palm toward her
"Nice to meet you 007. Annie Edison." Her small hand warm in his own.
"Sassy, I like it."
"Glad I thrilled you." She said as she moved her body closer to his, barely leaving a breath between skin warmed clothes. His brain short circuited as it projected pictures of sweaty bodies and intermingled limbs accompanied by the squeak of bedsprings and the moans he was nearly dying to cause in her throat. He almost missed the twinkle in her eyes as she reached around him, brushing her arm against his, and grabbed a DVD from the shelf.
"Nice to meet you, Winger."
She sauntered off, towards the front of the store, to the front counter to rent the movie, turning her head toward him and sending a wink in his direction as she walk out of the door.
Fuck.
-*-
It was the tingles between her legs and the shivers travelling up and down her back as she recalled the deep timbre of his voice and the way his gaze felt like a physical caress that had her resting her head on the steering wheel of her car. Her libido jumped to the forefront of her mind, reminding her of the months celibacy she had unknowingly taken upon herself after her breakup with the overly greasy and under sophisticated Vaughn A guy who thought pro hacky sack was a real sport, or that he could make a living off of it. She had no idea what she had seen in him, other than the fact that he had shown interest in her after what she liked to call a misunderstanding.
She was just walking down the street when she felt someone's hand on her shoulder; she'd grown up in a bad neighborhood and had learned how to defend herself when she was in danger. The only problem was that she'd always been a good student and when she felt the hand on her person without her permission her training kicked in without thought. This particular accident ended with an old man in the ICU with cracked ribs and a broken arm. That doesn't sound like a case for the ICU but the severe heart attack that came with the contusions was. She'd called 911 and performed CPR but the shame of nearly killing an old man who had been trying to return her dropped wallet had her hiding out in her apartment for a week. She'd chastised herself, forcing herself to overdose in the pain of causing someone grief, and that had apparently meant finding someone who was selfless in order to teach her to be the same.
That was where Britta came in. Annie had met Britta during a fashion show she was to cover for her job at the Denver Daily, when she was stopped by the angry blonde who yelled facts about endangered species fur sales statistics at her liked she should have known everything she was supposed to be reporting on. Annie hated that fact that she had to write the fashion column because she was female. She was a hard-hitting journalist, not a snooty haute couture Barbie.
8.
Fic: Merry Christmas Jeffery Winger
Word count: 198
Jeff had never wanted a cat, cringed at the idea of having to remember to feed and water the thing, let alone having to change cat litter. If there was one thing Jeff Winger didn't do, was clean up after something other than himself. But Annie had wanted it, and he was whipped.
He'd woken to the sounds of Annie's giggles coming from the living room, a sound that never failed to make him smile. He crawled over her side of the bed, now empty and cool telling him she'd been up for a while, and walked through the bedroom door to the winter wonderland they'd created together. All the lights were on; the colourful lights on the tree were twinkling, the windows glowing with a message of holiday cheer and the garland covering every flat surface glowed with little white lights. And sitting in the middle of it all was the most beautiful, smiling brunette playing with a little kitten. She was surrounded by white light, giving her an ethereal glow. His own personal Christmas angel.
"Annie, why are you so excited for Christmas? Aren't you Jewish?" He asked as he leaned against the doorjamb.