Fic: Everything You Do is Super Duper Cute And I Can't Stand It (38/?)
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 - For Celebrity Pharmacology. A pre-episode chapter for once. Previous chapters can be found at the Chapter Directory.
Costumes
Annie was rooting through a box of costumes she'd borrowed from the drama department, trying to find a halo for Jeff's angel costume. He hadn't bothered buying a costume for the first dress rehearsal, so she'd pretty much ordered him to go to the study room, so she could find a perfect costume for him.
He was sitting in his chair in a tight black t-shirt and sunglasses, and Annie was trying really hard not to let the fact that he looked extremely attractive fuzz up her thought process. It wasn't working as well as she'd hoped. She had already stammered nervously three times. And the worst part was he totally knew what he was doing to her, and he was enjoying it. He had that smug smirk of his playing on his face every time she looked at him.
"So why am I the angel and not Britta?" He asked, taking his phone from his pocket to play with, and propping his feet on the table.
"There isn't a reason. I just randomly picked you" Annie said.
"Are you sure it's not 'cos you wanted to see me in an angel costume?" He said. Annie risked a glance at him. There it was, that stupid cocky smirk. She wanted to hit him. Or make out with him. Or both.
"Stop that" She snapped.
"Stop what?"
"Acting like you're the hottest thing I've ever seen."
"I'm sorry, acting?"
Annie rolled her eyes, moving on to the next box of costumes, hoping she'd find the wings in there, and save herself further embarrassment. "Can you put on the rest of your costume please?"
"Yeah, you'd like that" He said, standing up and putting on his jacket. It didn't really help Annie's situation. It just made him worse. He looked good in leather. And it reminded her of that time he wore all his fancy clothes to play billiards. And then took them all off...
"You sound like Pierce" She squeaked out. She cleared her throat and thought about dead puppies instead of naked Jeff, hoping he didn't noticed the red in her cheeks. He was too distracted, grimacing at the thought of being like Pierce.
He put the cat ears on himself and smiled at her for feedback.
"The ears help" She said, although she wasn't referring to the costume. More to the fact that she'd have to get used to this real fast, or else this show would be a mess. She shouldn't have given him so many scenes.
She pulled out the wings and placed them on the table, next to the halo. She had to help him put the wings on, because they were clearly taken from a women's costume, and were a little small for him. Annie tried keeping her head clear, but they were in each other's personal space now. She tried thinking about dead puppies again, but she had a feeling she'd now forever associate dead puppies with Jeff Winger. She tried clearing her throat again, as she fumbled with the knot she was tying.
"You need help with that?" He asked.
She shook her head quickly. "Nope. Everything's fine." It came out really high pitched.
"Wow, my looks really are distracting you" He noted. Annie realized that all the teasing from before was just that. Teasing. He hadn't actually noticed how much he was affecting her until now.
"No" She denied quickly. She could feel her cheeks burning up.
He smiled, it still had a hint of his cockiness in it, but it was more genuine and flattered. "Don't worry about it too much. You're not the first."
She finished tying the knot and reached for the halo quickly. He ducked his head so she could reach him, but she still had to stretch to the tips of her toes.
"How do I look?" He asked once she'd gotten it on.
"Now you're just fishing for compliments" She somehow found the courage to say.
He smiled. "You know it's too bad you're not wearing a costume. That would have been..." He stopped himself, searching for the least Pierce-ish word. "Interesting" He finished.
She smiled proudly. "Thanks."
He smiled back at her, with a hint of something in his eye that Annie couldn't quite place. But she definitely liked whatever it was.
"Okay, I'm here" Troy's voice interrupted them from the doorway. "I don't see why I have to get my costume checked. It's fine."
"It's on backwards" Annie told him.
"Yeah, I don't think so. I'm pretty sure the stinger's at the front" Troy said.
"It's on backwards, Troy" Jeff reinforced. He gave Annie one last smile and nod, before ducking out of the study room, still wearing the angel cat costume. Annie thought she saw him look back, but Troy obscured her vision before she could be sure, and once he moved, Jeff was already gone.
"So what do I have to do?" Troy asked, stubbornly.
"Turn it around" Annie told him.
She felt slightly disappointed that Troy didn't make her head fuzzy. She rather enjoyed the feeling.
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 - For Celebrity Pharmacology. A pre-episode chapter for once. Previous chapters can be found at the Chapter Directory.
Costumes
Annie was rooting through a box of costumes she'd borrowed from the drama department, trying to find a halo for Jeff's angel costume. He hadn't bothered buying a costume for the first dress rehearsal, so she'd pretty much ordered him to go to the study room, so she could find a perfect costume for him.
He was sitting in his chair in a tight black t-shirt and sunglasses, and Annie was trying really hard not to let the fact that he looked extremely attractive fuzz up her thought process. It wasn't working as well as she'd hoped. She had already stammered nervously three times. And the worst part was he totally knew what he was doing to her, and he was enjoying it. He had that smug smirk of his playing on his face every time she looked at him.
"So why am I the angel and not Britta?" He asked, taking his phone from his pocket to play with, and propping his feet on the table.
"There isn't a reason. I just randomly picked you" Annie said.
"Are you sure it's not 'cos you wanted to see me in an angel costume?" He said. Annie risked a glance at him. There it was, that stupid cocky smirk. She wanted to hit him. Or make out with him. Or both.
"Stop that" She snapped.
"Stop what?"
"Acting like you're the hottest thing I've ever seen."
"I'm sorry, acting?"
Annie rolled her eyes, moving on to the next box of costumes, hoping she'd find the wings in there, and save herself further embarrassment. "Can you put on the rest of your costume please?"
"Yeah, you'd like that" He said, standing up and putting on his jacket. It didn't really help Annie's situation. It just made him worse. He looked good in leather. And it reminded her of that time he wore all his fancy clothes to play billiards. And then took them all off...
"You sound like Pierce" She squeaked out. She cleared her throat and thought about dead puppies instead of naked Jeff, hoping he didn't noticed the red in her cheeks. He was too distracted, grimacing at the thought of being like Pierce.
He put the cat ears on himself and smiled at her for feedback.
"The ears help" She said, although she wasn't referring to the costume. More to the fact that she'd have to get used to this real fast, or else this show would be a mess. She shouldn't have given him so many scenes.
She pulled out the wings and placed them on the table, next to the halo. She had to help him put the wings on, because they were clearly taken from a women's costume, and were a little small for him. Annie tried keeping her head clear, but they were in each other's personal space now. She tried thinking about dead puppies again, but she had a feeling she'd now forever associate dead puppies with Jeff Winger. She tried clearing her throat again, as she fumbled with the knot she was tying.
"You need help with that?" He asked.
She shook her head quickly. "Nope. Everything's fine." It came out really high pitched.
"Wow, my looks really are distracting you" He noted. Annie realized that all the teasing from before was just that. Teasing. He hadn't actually noticed how much he was affecting her until now.
"No" She denied quickly. She could feel her cheeks burning up.
He smiled, it still had a hint of his cockiness in it, but it was more genuine and flattered. "Don't worry about it too much. You're not the first."
She finished tying the knot and reached for the halo quickly. He ducked his head so she could reach him, but she still had to stretch to the tips of her toes.
"How do I look?" He asked once she'd gotten it on.
"Now you're just fishing for compliments" She somehow found the courage to say.
He smiled. "You know it's too bad you're not wearing a costume. That would have been..." He stopped himself, searching for the least Pierce-ish word. "Interesting" He finished.
She smiled proudly. "Thanks."
He smiled back at her, with a hint of something in his eye that Annie couldn't quite place. But she definitely liked whatever it was.
"Okay, I'm here" Troy's voice interrupted them from the doorway. "I don't see why I have to get my costume checked. It's fine."
"It's on backwards" Annie told him.
"Yeah, I don't think so. I'm pretty sure the stinger's at the front" Troy said.
"It's on backwards, Troy" Jeff reinforced. He gave Annie one last smile and nod, before ducking out of the study room, still wearing the angel cat costume. Annie thought she saw him look back, but Troy obscured her vision before she could be sure, and once he moved, Jeff was already gone.
"So what do I have to do?" Troy asked, stubbornly.
"Turn it around" Annie told him.
She felt slightly disappointed that Troy didn't make her head fuzzy. She rather enjoyed the feeling.