Fic: Everything You Do is Super Duper Cute And I Can't Stand It (9/25)
Fandom: Community
Title: Everything You Do is Super Duper Cute And I Can't Stand It.
Character/Pairing(s): Jeff, Annie, Jeff/Annie
Rating: G
Summary: Stolen moments from every episode between Jeff and Annie.
Disclaimer: Dan Harmon owns.
Chapter 1 - Awesome
Chapter 2 - Milady
Chapter 3 - Homework
Chapter 4 - Crankypants
Chapter 5 - Cheerleader
Chapter 6 - Arm
Chapter 7 - Boyfriend
Chapter 8 - Driving
A/N - This one isn't really a stolen moment. I figured the episode was already awesome enough on it's own. What could I possibly add to it? instead I came up with this. It's a little different but I hope you like it none the less.
Debate 109. When Jeff and Annie are studying.
Slap.
It was a strange feeling for him. Like a slap in the face. A really unexpected slap that for some odd reason he deserved. But it wasn't a bad kind of slap. It wasn't bad at all. It was like one minute she was little Annie Edison. Little eighteen-year-old, baby, Annie Edison. Slightly crazy, study obsessed Annie, who's in love with Troy, and who can't say penis, and who had simply been just his friend, Annie Edison.
But then he told her to let her hair down, and she did. Literally. And just like that. Completely out of nowhere.
Slap.
Little Annie Edison was now extremely, yet inappropriately, hot Annie Edison. She wasn't just a little girl Jeff was friends with. She was a woman. An attractive woman who managed to knock him completely off guard just by letting her hair down. Kind of like she'd slapped him. She'd slapped him out of nowhere with her sparkly eyes and glowing smile. And there was nothing Jeff could do except be awestruck and stare at her. What else does one do when they get slapped?
Slap.
It was that simple. They were studying and just like that, Annie went from being little Annie Edison, to being Annie Edison, a woman. And strange urges and unrecognizable tension kind of filled up in Jeff's head. Just like that.
Slap.
Shirley popped in randomly. Jeff didn't notice. How could he?
"Be careful! Abed thinks you two are going to kiss! Ridiculous right?"
Slap.
"Us. Kissing. That is ridiculous."
Slap.
And then they shared a look. And her cardigan came off. And she leaned over. And before he knew it, he felt the urges and the sexual tension. Wait, sexual tension? No, that wasn't right. It was Annie. Only it was right, and it was Annie.
Slap.
Annie read a line from the book to him. He tried to listen, he did. But it's impossible to listen when you're being hit over and over again by the same feeling.
Slap.
"Maybe we should study alone. Seperately!"
"That way we can be more reproductive. Productive!"
Slap.
There was an awkward moment of goodbyes. He tapped her. And then he ran away. She yelled about his phone. He called back some excuse about getting another one. Then he ran until he was far, far away from the study room. He would have ran to Mexico if he could.
Slap.
When he finally stopped running he just kind of stood awkwardly alone in the middle of a random hallway. He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding and thought about everything that had just happened. Everything he'd felt. Everything that was wrong and right about all of it. and just like that, he felt it.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Title: Everything You Do is Super Duper Cute And I Can't Stand It.
Character/Pairing(s): Jeff, Annie, Jeff/Annie
Rating: G
Summary: Stolen moments from every episode between Jeff and Annie.
Disclaimer: Dan Harmon owns.
Chapter 1 - Awesome
Chapter 2 - Milady
Chapter 3 - Homework
Chapter 4 - Crankypants
Chapter 5 - Cheerleader
Chapter 6 - Arm
Chapter 7 - Boyfriend
Chapter 8 - Driving
A/N - This one isn't really a stolen moment. I figured the episode was already awesome enough on it's own. What could I possibly add to it? instead I came up with this. It's a little different but I hope you like it none the less.
Debate 109. When Jeff and Annie are studying.
Slap.
It was a strange feeling for him. Like a slap in the face. A really unexpected slap that for some odd reason he deserved. But it wasn't a bad kind of slap. It wasn't bad at all. It was like one minute she was little Annie Edison. Little eighteen-year-old, baby, Annie Edison. Slightly crazy, study obsessed Annie, who's in love with Troy, and who can't say penis, and who had simply been just his friend, Annie Edison.
But then he told her to let her hair down, and she did. Literally. And just like that. Completely out of nowhere.
Slap.
Little Annie Edison was now extremely, yet inappropriately, hot Annie Edison. She wasn't just a little girl Jeff was friends with. She was a woman. An attractive woman who managed to knock him completely off guard just by letting her hair down. Kind of like she'd slapped him. She'd slapped him out of nowhere with her sparkly eyes and glowing smile. And there was nothing Jeff could do except be awestruck and stare at her. What else does one do when they get slapped?
Slap.
It was that simple. They were studying and just like that, Annie went from being little Annie Edison, to being Annie Edison, a woman. And strange urges and unrecognizable tension kind of filled up in Jeff's head. Just like that.
Slap.
Shirley popped in randomly. Jeff didn't notice. How could he?
"Be careful! Abed thinks you two are going to kiss! Ridiculous right?"
Slap.
"Us. Kissing. That is ridiculous."
Slap.
And then they shared a look. And her cardigan came off. And she leaned over. And before he knew it, he felt the urges and the sexual tension. Wait, sexual tension? No, that wasn't right. It was Annie. Only it was right, and it was Annie.
Slap.
Annie read a line from the book to him. He tried to listen, he did. But it's impossible to listen when you're being hit over and over again by the same feeling.
Slap.
"Maybe we should study alone. Seperately!"
"That way we can be more reproductive. Productive!"
Slap.
There was an awkward moment of goodbyes. He tapped her. And then he ran away. She yelled about his phone. He called back some excuse about getting another one. Then he ran until he was far, far away from the study room. He would have ran to Mexico if he could.
Slap.
When he finally stopped running he just kind of stood awkwardly alone in the middle of a random hallway. He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding and thought about everything that had just happened. Everything he'd felt. Everything that was wrong and right about all of it. and just like that, he felt it.
Slap. Slap. Slap.