Fic: Everything You Do is Super Duper Cute And I Can't Stand It (30/?)
Fandom: Community
Title: Everything You Do is Super Duper Cute And I Can't Stand It.
Character/Pairing(s): Jeff, Annie, Jeff/Annie
Rating: PG
Summary: Stolen moments from every episode between Jeff and Annie.
Disclaimer: Belongs to Mr Harmon.
A/N - During Messianic Myths and Ancient People. Here's the Chapter Directory for previous chapters. Holy cow, this chapter. First, I didn't know what to do because there was barely any Jeff/Annie in this episode. The I realized I could do anything because there was barely any Jeff/Annie. Then, I had like seven different ideas, one even included that awesome end tag. Then I wrote it. Then I changed half of it. Then I changed half again. Then I rewrote the entire thing. And now I have this, and I kind of love it. Anyway, this is sometime after Pierce storms out of the study group, but before Jeff picks him up. And sorry for the long A/N. Enjoy!
Future
Jeff Winger was mad at Annie. Well...as mad as he could get when it came to Annie, but it was still pretty mad. He even did an angry march around campus looking for her, so he could tell her how mad he was. He found her alone in the Anthropology classroom. He stomped in, ready to tell her how mad he was but then she turned her head to face him, and beamed at him from ear to ear, and Jeff sort of forgot everything ever.
"Hi" She said.
"Uh.." He tried.
"Professor Duncan left his laptop in here. I thought it would be cool to watch a movie on the projector so I came in" She said, and turned back to said laptop. Jeff sort of found his brain again and took a seat in the first row, and faced her. Words still seamed to escape him though.
She giggled. "His password is password" She said rolling her eyes. Then she smiled at the screen, "You wanna see car crash camel-toe?" She asked him, with childlike giddiness.
"Sure" Jeff managed to mumble out. As she typed away he suddenly remembered why he was there in the first place.
"Wait a minute, I'm mad at you" He said, more to himself than you her.
Her brow furrowed. "Why?"
"Because you made me the dad!" He said as his anger returned to him.
"I didn't make you the dad, you just are" She defended.
"Yeah, but you told me I was the dad. And now I'm being all fatherly, and I don't like it" Jeff said loudly.
"It's not so bad. Think of it as practice, if you ever have kids" She said shrugging. She typed her search in on YouTube as Jeff gave her a confused look.
"What do you mean if I ever have kids?"
She shrugged again. "I don't know, I guess kids don't really seem like your thing."
"How am I the group dad, but kids aren't my thing?" He asked.
"Well, it's not like Pierce is a real kid. And you're the dad because, there isn't really anyone else who would fit that role" He didn't know what bothered him more. That she didn't actually see him as a father, or that she sounded like Abed, who was usually right.
"I could have kids" Jeff grumbled. "I mean, if I met some one who I loved, and then we did the whole marriage thing, I could have kids. And I'd be awesome at it." He met her eyes, and they shared one of those intense, lingering stares that they tended to do a lot, as of late. Only this time they were alone in the Anthropology classroom, while everyone else was somewhere else, so there was nobody to interrupt them.
"You would make a good dad" Annie said. Jeff wasn't sure if she knew she'd said it out loud or not, but took the complement anyway, and gave her a modest smile.
"What about you Edison? You want kids?"
"Two. A boy and a girl called Steven and Rachel - after my mother. We're not going to live in Colorado because the education system here isn't as good as it could be, also I don't want my grandmother visiting every weekend and telling me I'm holding my own baby wrong. I'll have a stable job, but still be a good mother. We'll live in a suburban neighborhood where all my neighbors will love me. And we'll drive a Range Rover, and have a dog called Chester" She said, like it was a rehearsed speech.
Jeff raised his eyebrows and tried to think of something to say to that. He wasn't surprised that she'd already mapped out her entire future, because Annie would, and he was even less surprised at how unrealistic it all was. It wasn't that her future sounded bad, in fact it sounded pretty good to Jeff. There was just one thing she'd left out.
"So who's the lucky guy who's going to help you with all of that?"
Annie's eyes widened, and Jeff realized that while she was making her life-plan she'd forgotten to factor in the man who would accompany all of it. And he'd just reminded her.
"A...smart..funny...good-looking guy who loves me" She eventually stammered out.
"You mean you, Annie Edison, haven't give your future husband a second's thought?" Jeff asked, with fake shock.
"Well, after I gave up on Troy I never really considered my future husband again. It's not like Vaughn was an option" She said. Jeff rolled his eyes at the mention of that stupid shirtless hippy, then something dawned on him.
"What about me?" He asked.
"What about you?"
"Have you ever considered me?"
She blushed but blurted out no.
"Oh come on, we kissed. Twice. You're saying you've never thought about it?"
"Have you ever thought about it?" She deflected.
"I don't over-analyze my future" He shot back at her.
"Me either" She lied.
Jeff smirked. "It's not a bad thing. I'm assuming you'd want a husband with a stable job.." He pointed his thumbs at himself, "Lawyer. Also, I'm smart, and I assume funny. And I don't think I even need to bring up just how handsome I am."
"What, you want to be my husband?" She asked, eyebrows raised.
"I'm just saying, it wouldn't be weird if you considered me."
"Why are we even talking about this?" She said, turning to the laptop and slamming some keys with a bit of hostility.
"Because, you think I'm the dad" He said smirking.
Annie ignored him and clicked on the car crash camel-toe video. Jeff continued watching her, with a smug expression. And watching her laugh at a YouTube video, made him wonder what it would be like if Annie ended up being future Mrs Winger. The thought made him weirdly nostalgic. He had to admit, he kind of liked the idea.
Title: Everything You Do is Super Duper Cute And I Can't Stand It.
Character/Pairing(s): Jeff, Annie, Jeff/Annie
Rating: PG
Summary: Stolen moments from every episode between Jeff and Annie.
Disclaimer: Belongs to Mr Harmon.
A/N - During Messianic Myths and Ancient People. Here's the Chapter Directory for previous chapters. Holy cow, this chapter. First, I didn't know what to do because there was barely any Jeff/Annie in this episode. The I realized I could do anything because there was barely any Jeff/Annie. Then, I had like seven different ideas, one even included that awesome end tag. Then I wrote it. Then I changed half of it. Then I changed half again. Then I rewrote the entire thing. And now I have this, and I kind of love it. Anyway, this is sometime after Pierce storms out of the study group, but before Jeff picks him up. And sorry for the long A/N. Enjoy!
Future
Jeff Winger was mad at Annie. Well...as mad as he could get when it came to Annie, but it was still pretty mad. He even did an angry march around campus looking for her, so he could tell her how mad he was. He found her alone in the Anthropology classroom. He stomped in, ready to tell her how mad he was but then she turned her head to face him, and beamed at him from ear to ear, and Jeff sort of forgot everything ever.
"Hi" She said.
"Uh.." He tried.
"Professor Duncan left his laptop in here. I thought it would be cool to watch a movie on the projector so I came in" She said, and turned back to said laptop. Jeff sort of found his brain again and took a seat in the first row, and faced her. Words still seamed to escape him though.
She giggled. "His password is password" She said rolling her eyes. Then she smiled at the screen, "You wanna see car crash camel-toe?" She asked him, with childlike giddiness.
"Sure" Jeff managed to mumble out. As she typed away he suddenly remembered why he was there in the first place.
"Wait a minute, I'm mad at you" He said, more to himself than you her.
Her brow furrowed. "Why?"
"Because you made me the dad!" He said as his anger returned to him.
"I didn't make you the dad, you just are" She defended.
"Yeah, but you told me I was the dad. And now I'm being all fatherly, and I don't like it" Jeff said loudly.
"It's not so bad. Think of it as practice, if you ever have kids" She said shrugging. She typed her search in on YouTube as Jeff gave her a confused look.
"What do you mean if I ever have kids?"
She shrugged again. "I don't know, I guess kids don't really seem like your thing."
"How am I the group dad, but kids aren't my thing?" He asked.
"Well, it's not like Pierce is a real kid. And you're the dad because, there isn't really anyone else who would fit that role" He didn't know what bothered him more. That she didn't actually see him as a father, or that she sounded like Abed, who was usually right.
"I could have kids" Jeff grumbled. "I mean, if I met some one who I loved, and then we did the whole marriage thing, I could have kids. And I'd be awesome at it." He met her eyes, and they shared one of those intense, lingering stares that they tended to do a lot, as of late. Only this time they were alone in the Anthropology classroom, while everyone else was somewhere else, so there was nobody to interrupt them.
"You would make a good dad" Annie said. Jeff wasn't sure if she knew she'd said it out loud or not, but took the complement anyway, and gave her a modest smile.
"What about you Edison? You want kids?"
"Two. A boy and a girl called Steven and Rachel - after my mother. We're not going to live in Colorado because the education system here isn't as good as it could be, also I don't want my grandmother visiting every weekend and telling me I'm holding my own baby wrong. I'll have a stable job, but still be a good mother. We'll live in a suburban neighborhood where all my neighbors will love me. And we'll drive a Range Rover, and have a dog called Chester" She said, like it was a rehearsed speech.
Jeff raised his eyebrows and tried to think of something to say to that. He wasn't surprised that she'd already mapped out her entire future, because Annie would, and he was even less surprised at how unrealistic it all was. It wasn't that her future sounded bad, in fact it sounded pretty good to Jeff. There was just one thing she'd left out.
"So who's the lucky guy who's going to help you with all of that?"
Annie's eyes widened, and Jeff realized that while she was making her life-plan she'd forgotten to factor in the man who would accompany all of it. And he'd just reminded her.
"A...smart..funny...good-looking guy who loves me" She eventually stammered out.
"You mean you, Annie Edison, haven't give your future husband a second's thought?" Jeff asked, with fake shock.
"Well, after I gave up on Troy I never really considered my future husband again. It's not like Vaughn was an option" She said. Jeff rolled his eyes at the mention of that stupid shirtless hippy, then something dawned on him.
"What about me?" He asked.
"What about you?"
"Have you ever considered me?"
She blushed but blurted out no.
"Oh come on, we kissed. Twice. You're saying you've never thought about it?"
"Have you ever thought about it?" She deflected.
"I don't over-analyze my future" He shot back at her.
"Me either" She lied.
Jeff smirked. "It's not a bad thing. I'm assuming you'd want a husband with a stable job.." He pointed his thumbs at himself, "Lawyer. Also, I'm smart, and I assume funny. And I don't think I even need to bring up just how handsome I am."
"What, you want to be my husband?" She asked, eyebrows raised.
"I'm just saying, it wouldn't be weird if you considered me."
"Why are we even talking about this?" She said, turning to the laptop and slamming some keys with a bit of hostility.
"Because, you think I'm the dad" He said smirking.
Annie ignored him and clicked on the car crash camel-toe video. Jeff continued watching her, with a smug expression. And watching her laugh at a YouTube video, made him wonder what it would be like if Annie ended up being future Mrs Winger. The thought made him weirdly nostalgic. He had to admit, he kind of liked the idea.