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Meeting, pt.3
Community, jeff/annie
pt.1, pt.2

Because he is Annie Edison and she is Jeffrey Winger. He had seen her heart in that moment, had seen it in her frightened, sad eyes and realized that it was his heart, too. His scared, silly heart was just the same, his perfectionist heart, his fear of heartbreak were all very real, and they were all hers, too.

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Meeting, pt. 2
Community, jeff/annie
pt. 1
Jeff and Annie finally decide that they can be friends, no sexual-tension attached. It works. For a while. Inspired by a prompt by eva_aftagrl on milady_milordto write a story based on When Harry Met Sally. There may/may not be any similarities to the movie in this fic.

Annie Edison and Jeff Winger are just friends, and friends don’t need to text each other to say that there was a parrot convention on campus (they made fun of them), or that she’s just made some peach ice cream and he should come over and watch old movies with her, or that he just wanted to say good morning and that he hopes she isn’t too hungover. No, they couldn’t do that anymore, because that would mess up her compartment. And so she joins the track team, and a knitter’s club (Britta’s idea), and she meets Jim.

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You’d Be Nice to Come Home to
Community, jeff/annie
Jeff helps Annie move, but he’s not exactly happy with her moving in with her old flame and the guy she made out with during paintball. Inspired by a prompt by tilie12 at milady_milord.

And it seemed like if he didn’t say something soon, she was really going to have to walk away, back upstairs to her new room that was still mostly in boxes and hang out with the Hardy Boys for every one of her evenings. So, it came out too quick and a little strained, but it was like something erupting from inside him, something very deep and very real. “You know, if you needed to have a roommate,” he said, shrugging his shoulders and sticking his hands meekly inside his sweatpants’ pockets, “if you were needing to save some money and needed to have a roommate, you could have just asked me.”

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Meeting, pt. 1
Community, jeff/annie
R rating
Jeff and Annie finally decide that they can be friends, no sexual-tension attached. It works. For a while. Inspired by a prompt by eva_aftagrl on milady_milord to write a story based on When Harry Met Sally. There may/may not be any similarities to the movie in this fic.

And anyways, she doesn’t have those same nervous feelings that she once had, not for Jeffrey Winger at least, and she’s thoroughly convinced herself that in fact, she never really liked him, but more the idea of him, with his slick-phrases and stubbled jaw and handsome older-ness. And so, she was fine just being able to tell him whatever and not worry about romantic entanglements. Plus, she found that once she wasn’t worried about trying to impress him, Jeff Winger was a good listener and generally nice guy who got too caught up in being too good and wouldn’t cut himself enough slack. And she knew what that was all about, being hard on yourself, so in the end, the both of them worked.

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Go, Come (Or 5 People who Decided to Stay and That Made All the Difference)
Multi-Fandom [Harry Potter, Twilight, Community, Lost, Fringe], harry/hermione, jacob/bella, jeff/annie, sawyer/juliet, walter & peter

He sees the beginning of the end, but it doesn’t matter now, because he can see clearly the memory of a young boy running past him down a sidewalk laughing, many years ago, all the while the smile on his face saying, Only so far, Dad. I’ll only be far enough away, but you’ll always be able to see me, always able to reach me.

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Visceral
Community, jeff/annie
Jeff agrees to a night of babysitting. Of course that decision comes back to haunt him. Thus, Annie comes to save him not only from a crying baby, but also the growing loneliness inside of himself.

But then a slobbery baby and a wide-eyed cardigan-wearing twenty-something entered his apartment. And things changed.

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