Fic: Everything You Do is Super Duper Cute And I Can't Stand It (39/?)
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 Advanced Dungeons and Dragons. You should probably read this in that Janitor's voice. Previous chapters can be found at the Chapter Directory.
Battle
While on his way to the class of Anthropology on the morn of Monday last, Jeff The Liar, ran into Neil. After the epic dragon quest on Saturday, Jeff's guilt had begun to fade, but worry still flowed through him when he saw the formerly known as 'Fat Neil'. He had knowledge that despite their adventure over the weekend, the name was still used among hallways.
Jeff The Liar, made sure to find Neil before their learning of Anthropology so that if the taunts should continue, he could use his broad form to instill fear in the taunters. Therefore, Neil would never have to suffer the label again, and Jeff's guilt could finally be set free.
"Neil, hey, how are you?" Jeff had asked, upon reaching Neil.
Neil smiled kindly, before replying. "Hi Jeff. I'm good" He reassured, the guilty man. "And thanks for inviting me to your game. It really helped me."
Jeff, still unsure of Neil's affirmations, continued to check that the boy who's life he may have ruined, did not in fact hate him. "That's great, Neil. But I still want you to know just how sorry I am. For the nickname and for how Pierce behaved."
Neil who bore no resentment towards Pierce The Dick-ish, placed a large hand on the muscular shoulder of Jeff The Liar. "Jeff, really, it's okay. I'm sure you didn't mean for the name to stick, and to be honest, if you hadn't said it, some one else probably would have. And as for Pierce, he gave me one of the best games of D&D that I've ever played. You all did."
The familiar sensation of relief washed over Jeff. "Really, so we weren't too weird for you?"
"Your group are weird, but in an awesome way. Kind of like people on TV."
Jeff took note to speak of this moment later to Abed The Undiagnosable, knowing how much the man would appreciate Neil's words.
Neil continued describing the greatness of the group. "And besides, I've been playing Dungeons and Dragons for years, and I've never played a single game with such awesome pantomimed sex."
Jeff ignored the stir in his chest at the mention of Annie The Day Planner, and smiled at Neil, with casualness of the false sort. "Yeah, for a prude teenage girl Annie sure knows her stuff."
"She's hot too. Abed's pretty lucky" Neil continued, unaware of the epic battle inside Jeff's mind.
Jeff could not agree more, and despite the knowledge that Abed and Annie's strange form of intercourse was just for the game, he still could not help the tingle inside of him that made him want to yell at Abed. He knew Abed was of the trustworthy kind, and he knew that Abed knew of his conflicting fondness for Annie The Day Planner. Yet, still the green fires of jealousy continued to burn inside of him. Jeff knew this was unlucky for him. These strong emotions towards the youngest woman of the study group would sooner or later get the better of his weak soul, and he would give in to his heart's desires.
"Yeah, lucky, lucky Abed" Jeff agreed, though he wished he was the lucky, lucky one, instead of The Undiagnosable Abed.
Neil, who was still unaware of Jeff's current storm of emotions, took his hand from the shoulder of the taller man. "Jeff, you don't have to worry about me. I forgive you. And, thank you. For helping."
Jeff, set aside his current frustration with his self, and nodded to Neil. Maybe the battle for The Day Planner's heart could not yet be won, but the battle for Neil's forgiveness could, and had. Jeff continued to Anthropology with Neil, pleased that worry was no longer necessary. And once in the classroom of learning, he made sure to sit himself in the empty chair between Abed and Annie. For even if he could not win her heart now, there was no reason for him not to indulge his own.
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 Advanced Dungeons and Dragons. You should probably read this in that Janitor's voice. Previous chapters can be found at the Chapter Directory.
Battle
While on his way to the class of Anthropology on the morn of Monday last, Jeff The Liar, ran into Neil. After the epic dragon quest on Saturday, Jeff's guilt had begun to fade, but worry still flowed through him when he saw the formerly known as 'Fat Neil'. He had knowledge that despite their adventure over the weekend, the name was still used among hallways.
Jeff The Liar, made sure to find Neil before their learning of Anthropology so that if the taunts should continue, he could use his broad form to instill fear in the taunters. Therefore, Neil would never have to suffer the label again, and Jeff's guilt could finally be set free.
"Neil, hey, how are you?" Jeff had asked, upon reaching Neil.
Neil smiled kindly, before replying. "Hi Jeff. I'm good" He reassured, the guilty man. "And thanks for inviting me to your game. It really helped me."
Jeff, still unsure of Neil's affirmations, continued to check that the boy who's life he may have ruined, did not in fact hate him. "That's great, Neil. But I still want you to know just how sorry I am. For the nickname and for how Pierce behaved."
Neil who bore no resentment towards Pierce The Dick-ish, placed a large hand on the muscular shoulder of Jeff The Liar. "Jeff, really, it's okay. I'm sure you didn't mean for the name to stick, and to be honest, if you hadn't said it, some one else probably would have. And as for Pierce, he gave me one of the best games of D&D that I've ever played. You all did."
The familiar sensation of relief washed over Jeff. "Really, so we weren't too weird for you?"
"Your group are weird, but in an awesome way. Kind of like people on TV."
Jeff took note to speak of this moment later to Abed The Undiagnosable, knowing how much the man would appreciate Neil's words.
Neil continued describing the greatness of the group. "And besides, I've been playing Dungeons and Dragons for years, and I've never played a single game with such awesome pantomimed sex."
Jeff ignored the stir in his chest at the mention of Annie The Day Planner, and smiled at Neil, with casualness of the false sort. "Yeah, for a prude teenage girl Annie sure knows her stuff."
"She's hot too. Abed's pretty lucky" Neil continued, unaware of the epic battle inside Jeff's mind.
Jeff could not agree more, and despite the knowledge that Abed and Annie's strange form of intercourse was just for the game, he still could not help the tingle inside of him that made him want to yell at Abed. He knew Abed was of the trustworthy kind, and he knew that Abed knew of his conflicting fondness for Annie The Day Planner. Yet, still the green fires of jealousy continued to burn inside of him. Jeff knew this was unlucky for him. These strong emotions towards the youngest woman of the study group would sooner or later get the better of his weak soul, and he would give in to his heart's desires.
"Yeah, lucky, lucky Abed" Jeff agreed, though he wished he was the lucky, lucky one, instead of The Undiagnosable Abed.
Neil, who was still unaware of Jeff's current storm of emotions, took his hand from the shoulder of the taller man. "Jeff, you don't have to worry about me. I forgive you. And, thank you. For helping."
Jeff, set aside his current frustration with his self, and nodded to Neil. Maybe the battle for The Day Planner's heart could not yet be won, but the battle for Neil's forgiveness could, and had. Jeff continued to Anthropology with Neil, pleased that worry was no longer necessary. And once in the classroom of learning, he made sure to sit himself in the empty chair between Abed and Annie. For even if he could not win her heart now, there was no reason for him not to indulge his own.