Fic: Everything You Do is Super Duper Cute And I Can't Stand It
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: I sadly do not own Community.
A/N - For Competitive Ecology. Guys, I'm so sorry for being such a Todd with my updates. I keep trying to post them sooner, but I've been really busy procrastinating lately. Previous chapters can be found at the Chapter Directory.
Tired
Annie was too tired to drive all the way back home and get some actual sleep. Sure she knew how to run on lack of sleep, but fighting with the group really took it out of her sometimes. After Biology she figured she could nap on the sofa in the study room, for an hour before her next class started. Only, when she got there the space was already taken by Jeff's giant frame.
His feet hung off the end of the couch, and he was shielding his eyes from the light with his right arm.
"Jeff?" She asked, because her brain was too exhausted to think of a solution that wasn't Disney eyes him until he moves.
He grunted back in response, but didn't move anywhere else.
"Jeff, I need to talk to you," She tried.
"I know what you're doing," He said. It came out muffled from under his sleeve. "I'm not moving, Annie. Just take the smaller couch."
"But my feet'll hang off. It won't make a difference to you. You're already too tall."
Jeff rolled over slightly and buried his face deeper into the crook of his elbow.
"You know, you owe me!" She said, slightly angry. She was sleep-deprived god damn it. She didn't have time to be reasonable.
Jeff took the bait, sitting up and frowning at her. Even sitting down he was still eye-level with her chest, which he seemed to be making a considerable effort not to notice. He looked just as cranky as Annie felt, with dark bags under his eyes and bed-head that didn't take an hour of tugging and hair-gel to achieve.
"How do I owe you?" He asked in minor confusion.
Annie fixed her posture defiantly. "You made me fail!"
Jeff's frown deepened. "That wasn't my fault. That was Todd!"
"Oh please, Jeff. He's not a recession!"
"I don't follow," He said.
"It means you can't blame everything on him!"
"Well it wasn't just my fault! The whole group was arguing! Go kick Britta out of her bed!" He said, and lay back down again.
Annie squeezed herself into an empty gap of space beside him and stared him down. "Yeah, well if you'd done the work in the first place instead of refreshing Twitter, we'd both have passed without any of this mess!"
"Oh, like you even needed my help!" Jeff began. He shielded his face with his arm again, but Annie could see the crease between his brows. "When were you planning on telling me you had the project done, hm?"
"You didn't deserve to be told! You're too difficult to work with!"
"Oh, like it's any easier working with you, Jack Nicholson!"
Annie frowned. "I don't follow."
"It means all work and no play makes you a dull girl," Jeff sneered.
"Well you're a jerk! And for the record, people like me way more than they like you, number five! I am not just a good grade in a tight sweater!"
Jeff shot up from where he was sitting, and glared at her. They were face to face practically breathing on each other.
"You're right," He spat. "You're not just a good grade. You're an annoying, know-it-all, study-Nazi, stress-headache inducing genius. And you're helpful, and way too generous with your study notes, and, yes, you wear way too tight sweaters. And along with all that you get good grades. Now go away!"
Annie opened her mouth to shoot insults back, but stopped herself when she realized she wasn't sure if he was complimenting her or calling her names.
They ended up staring at each other with angry tiredness, their faces way too close for comfort.
Jeff's eyes softened slightly, and instead of looking like he was holding back rage, he just looked really, really sleepy. "Screw it," He sighed, and lay back down again. "Go to sleep." He scooted over on the couch, leaving enough room for Annie to lay down too.
Annie eyed him warily before laying down next to him.
"No snoring," She said, bitterly.
"Fine. No kicking."
"I don't kick."
"I don't snore."
Annie rolled her eyes.
"And no cuddling," He added.
"I don't even want to cuddle you. I'm mad at you."
"Whatever," Jeff said with a half-shrug, and rolled over to face the back of the couch, hiding his face as deep in the cushions as he could.
Annie fell asleep still mad at him, but when she woke up an hour later, Jeff was facing the other way, with his arm wrapped around her waist, and his face completely relaxed, deep in sleep. And snoring. Somehow, it didn't bother her as much as she thought it would.
She ended up ten minutes late to her next class.
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: I sadly do not own Community.
A/N - For Competitive Ecology. Guys, I'm so sorry for being such a Todd with my updates. I keep trying to post them sooner, but I've been really busy procrastinating lately. Previous chapters can be found at the Chapter Directory.
Tired
Annie was too tired to drive all the way back home and get some actual sleep. Sure she knew how to run on lack of sleep, but fighting with the group really took it out of her sometimes. After Biology she figured she could nap on the sofa in the study room, for an hour before her next class started. Only, when she got there the space was already taken by Jeff's giant frame.
His feet hung off the end of the couch, and he was shielding his eyes from the light with his right arm.
"Jeff?" She asked, because her brain was too exhausted to think of a solution that wasn't Disney eyes him until he moves.
He grunted back in response, but didn't move anywhere else.
"Jeff, I need to talk to you," She tried.
"I know what you're doing," He said. It came out muffled from under his sleeve. "I'm not moving, Annie. Just take the smaller couch."
"But my feet'll hang off. It won't make a difference to you. You're already too tall."
Jeff rolled over slightly and buried his face deeper into the crook of his elbow.
"You know, you owe me!" She said, slightly angry. She was sleep-deprived god damn it. She didn't have time to be reasonable.
Jeff took the bait, sitting up and frowning at her. Even sitting down he was still eye-level with her chest, which he seemed to be making a considerable effort not to notice. He looked just as cranky as Annie felt, with dark bags under his eyes and bed-head that didn't take an hour of tugging and hair-gel to achieve.
"How do I owe you?" He asked in minor confusion.
Annie fixed her posture defiantly. "You made me fail!"
Jeff's frown deepened. "That wasn't my fault. That was Todd!"
"Oh please, Jeff. He's not a recession!"
"I don't follow," He said.
"It means you can't blame everything on him!"
"Well it wasn't just my fault! The whole group was arguing! Go kick Britta out of her bed!" He said, and lay back down again.
Annie squeezed herself into an empty gap of space beside him and stared him down. "Yeah, well if you'd done the work in the first place instead of refreshing Twitter, we'd both have passed without any of this mess!"
"Oh, like you even needed my help!" Jeff began. He shielded his face with his arm again, but Annie could see the crease between his brows. "When were you planning on telling me you had the project done, hm?"
"You didn't deserve to be told! You're too difficult to work with!"
"Oh, like it's any easier working with you, Jack Nicholson!"
Annie frowned. "I don't follow."
"It means all work and no play makes you a dull girl," Jeff sneered.
"Well you're a jerk! And for the record, people like me way more than they like you, number five! I am not just a good grade in a tight sweater!"
Jeff shot up from where he was sitting, and glared at her. They were face to face practically breathing on each other.
"You're right," He spat. "You're not just a good grade. You're an annoying, know-it-all, study-Nazi, stress-headache inducing genius. And you're helpful, and way too generous with your study notes, and, yes, you wear way too tight sweaters. And along with all that you get good grades. Now go away!"
Annie opened her mouth to shoot insults back, but stopped herself when she realized she wasn't sure if he was complimenting her or calling her names.
They ended up staring at each other with angry tiredness, their faces way too close for comfort.
Jeff's eyes softened slightly, and instead of looking like he was holding back rage, he just looked really, really sleepy. "Screw it," He sighed, and lay back down again. "Go to sleep." He scooted over on the couch, leaving enough room for Annie to lay down too.
Annie eyed him warily before laying down next to him.
"No snoring," She said, bitterly.
"Fine. No kicking."
"I don't kick."
"I don't snore."
Annie rolled her eyes.
"And no cuddling," He added.
"I don't even want to cuddle you. I'm mad at you."
"Whatever," Jeff said with a half-shrug, and rolled over to face the back of the couch, hiding his face as deep in the cushions as he could.
Annie fell asleep still mad at him, but when she woke up an hour later, Jeff was facing the other way, with his arm wrapped around her waist, and his face completely relaxed, deep in sleep. And snoring. Somehow, it didn't bother her as much as she thought it would.
She ended up ten minutes late to her next class.