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[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Transfer Dance

Paring: Jeff Winger x Reader

Show: Community

Word Count: 1.6K 

~Master~

You knew shouldn’t have gone to the dance. After Slater welcomed herself back into the picture, you felt any chances at had with Jeff gone. He was forever to remain your best friend. Nothing more. You loved your friends, you really did, but with Jeff everything was easier. Sure, when the group first joined together, he was hitting on you, a lot, but soon all the flirtations subsided, and Britta got the most of his attempts. You were the one getting the friend side of the man. The side that always bickered with him over the dumbest things, holding grudges until he brought you your favorite food. You were the one he was always drunk dialing, something you loved to use to joke at him and an event that occurred just as often on your store. That was when you realized you liked Jeff more than you should’ve, and you lost the opportunity to tell him.

The dance was crowded as you walked in wearing dress and a pair of heels you hardly ever wore and searched around for your friends. Pierce was playing the piano as you looked past him, seeing the rest of your friends crowded around a table, looking like the life was drained out of them. You chuckled to yourself, your heels clicking across the cafeteria floor as you walked over. Shirley saw you first, waving her hand in the air at you. You shot her a smile as the rest of your friends turned around.

“Wow Y/N. You clean up nicely.” Troy said as you grinned at him. While his compliment was nice, he wasn’t the one you wanted attention from. You tried to hide the fact you looked at Jeff out of the corner of your eye. You could’ve sworn you saw him slack-jawed looking at you, but you couldn’t confirm your suspicions before Annie came running into the room.

“Guys!” she called out, getting you to turn and look at her. “Vaughn got recruited to a college in Delaware. I’m gonna go with him for the summer.” She smiled at you all.

“Classic last-day-of-school plot twist.” Abed said before Annie went on, telling you of Vaughn’s desires to become a famous hackie-sacker. You couldn’t ignore the fact you were happy for her, she had the guts to get with a guy she liked. You should’ve asked for her advice.

“Y/N? Can you help me get refreshments?” She turned to you and suddenly her brows were drawn together.

“Uh, yeah of course.” You said as she grabbed your wrist and pulled you along. You spared a glance back to Shirley, Troy, Abed, and Jeff. The first three were engaging in their own conversations while Jeff was watching you get hauled off, raising his brow at you. You just shrugged, stopping when you got to the refreshment table. “What’s going on Annie, you’re acting weird.”

“I’m not just going to Delaware for the summer.” She blurted out.

You cocked your head at her. “You’re not?” She shook her head.

“I’m transferring with Vaughn.” Your jaw dropped open as you looked at her. After Jeff, she was the one you were the closest too. “Please don’t tell anyone until I’m gone.”

“You’re leaving? I can’t- but we- you’re leaving?!” She grabbed your hands, giving you a smile.

“Y/N, I want to live in the moment! Pierce makes me happy.”

You sighed, trying to hide the way your face wanted to frown. She was right, she had been happier. You pulled her in for a hug, chuckling in her ear. “I hope it’s a catastrophe.” You whispered into her ear as she giggled, and you pulled away.

“Well, I know what you give me as a going away present!” She seemed cheerful and you knew right away this wasn’t going to be good. You narrowed your eyes at her, but she just turned you around. Without even trying, your eyes found Jeff leaning on the table. “Tell Jeff how you feel.”

Your cheeks heated up as you ducked your head. “Annie, I can’t.”

“Come on Y/N. I see the way you look at him! Don’t deny it.” You weren’t denying it, but you weren’t admitting it. Annie saw your reluctance, and put her hands on your shoulder, giving you a shake. “I just want you to be happy like I am.” You knew she meant well, but telling Jeff the truth just wasn’t in the cards for you.

“So, tell me what you and Vaughn are going to do.” Annie’s spirits lifted as she went on, telling you even more about Vaughn and hacky-sack until Vaughn himself showed up and stole Annie away for the moment. You were alright with it until you turned around, seeing both Slater and Britta fanning over Jeff. It wasn’t a sight you expected to see as you tried to walk away but couldn’t manage to take that step. You didn’t know what came over you but once Jeff caught sight of you, you finally unfroze, seeing Troy walk past you with a giant cookie, munching away.

“What is that?” you asked him, seeing him register you were there.

“Giant cookie.” You were going to say more but decided against it, letting him walk away as you snickered, shaking your head. You tried to ignore Jeff for the night, and it mostly worked, even through saying goodbye to Annie. Soon it was time for the nominees to be named and you stood with Shirley, listening to Dean Pelton blabber on. You were honestly starting to get bored but once Britta’s name was called you perked up, remembering your friend was a nominee. But once Britta walked on stage, you furrowed your brows.

She grabbed the microphone from Pelton. “This is a huge honor.” Her words seemed to be pointed towards Slater, only managing to make yourself feel worse. Pelton took the microphone from her and ruined her victory speech, telling her he was just naming the girl nominated. You felt bad for her as Pelton carried on.

But then Britta grabbed the microphone again.

She was looking out into the crowd. “Jeff Winger, do not get back with Slater.” You ignored the feeling in your stomach as you followed, listening to her words. You figured out she was looking at Jeff not far from you. “I love you.”

You knew you gasped, hoping the action went unnoticed as everyone fell silent. It was unnerving, sitting there with Jeff just not replying to her. He wasn’t denying her… why was that the only hope you had? Jeff had started towards her to talk and you watched absolutely terrified.

That’s when Slater joined, and you knew any chance you truly had was gone at Slater’s words. “I love you.”

Why couldn’t you breathe?

Why, despite how much you wanted, you couldn’t manage to take that breath.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” You could hear Shirley call your name, but it was faint, almost as if she wasn’t saying a thing. “Y/N?”

You didn’t say anything as you took off, not hearing two distinct voices call after you.

You were outside before you realized, finally able to catch your breath. You were dumb. You were stupid and blind not to be able to see any of the signs! How could you not see the signs you and Jeff would never be! You were-

“Y/N?” Your eyes widened as you spun around on your heels, watch a jogging Jeff come to a stop.

“Jeff?” You tried to hide the crack in your voice as you cleared your throat. “What are you doing out here?”

“You ran off.”

You didn’t think he noticed being caught up in the two beautiful women professing their love for him inside. You needed an excuse. “I had to take a call.”

“You had to take a call?” Jeff didn’t believe you, obviously. In fact, the moment he heard Shirley call out your name amongst the chaos in his brain, his eyes shot to you, hoping you’d make his decision for him. In all honesty, you did. One look at you running out of a dance and he felt like he was in high school again.

“What are you doing out here Jeff.” You played with the fabric of your dress, avoiding looking up at him. “I think Britta and Michele are waiting for you back inside.” You knew you were practically pushing him away, but you couldn’t help it. You struggled to come to terms with your feelings, feeling it was too high school-y for college, but Britta and Slater were able to do it.

“You ran out.” He repeated, a small smirk on his face when you looked up to him, feeling your heart stop as he came closer to you. “I choose you Y/N.”

You didn’t hear… he didn’t say… wait, what?

“What about Britta?” You hadn’t known what you were doing. He said he chose you. Why are you denying it?! “Or Slater? I thought-“

“I choose you.” He cut you off. His hand reached out, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against him. Your lips parted in surprise as you gasped and looking into his eyes. Your eyes closed slowly as Jeff leaned in, his lips hitting yours briefly before pulling back. Your eyes were still closed, terrified you imagined it before you finally opened to see the cocky look on Jeff’s face. The expression however softened at one look into your E/C eyes. Your lips were magnets as they reconnected, and you were drunk off the feeling.

You were kissing Jeff.

Jeff kissed you.

You when you separated this time you didn’t wait to look at him, feeling his thumb come up to caress your cheek gently. “I’ll always choose you.”

A/N: Did I mean for this to happen? Not one bit. Thank you @faith-quake​ for getting me addicted to Community. I started watching it yesterday and now im in the middle of season 2, then this came to be last night when I was talking to her. So here you go! Faith how’d I do?😂 Also forgive me if people seem OoC, I’m still learning characters and haven't gotten far into the series.

ALSO THERE IS LIKE NO COMMUNTIY FICS ON TUMBLR, THUS THIS NEEDED TO BE BORN! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK?

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[frizz22]

Prompt: Zelda walks in on Dr.Cee and Hilda in the midst of copulating embarrassment ensues.

Actually got 2 very similar prompts. 1. Zelda catches Hilda and Cerberus having “fun time” and 2. Zelda AND Faustus catch Hilda and Cerberus.     

Short but sweet, hope you enjoy :)  Read on ao3

They all froze.

Zelda stood there, stunned at the scene before her. She collected herself quickly, and when she did a wicked smile spread across her lips. Her first instinct was to tease. To wrap one arm around her waist and prop the other up, taking a drag of her cigarette. Remark that she was beginning to wonder if Cerberus actually was an incubus or not; seeing as how it took him long enough to ‘seal the deal’… and in the mortuary office no less. 

But she buried the urge, Faustus was standing behind her, gaping at the pair as well. And while Cerberus was inhabited by a demon, he was also technically a mortal and Faustus was unlikely to approve. Quickly schooling her face into a more acceptable expression, Zelda scowled and cleared her throat expectantly.

Hilda unfroze next. Cheeks blazing, she hurriedly tried to push her dress down to hide the fact that Dr. Dracula was still buried inside her where she was perched on top of the desk. Wide eyed, Cerberus was spurred into action by Hilda’s response and made to pull out and tuck himself away.

Smirking, Faustus cocked a brow. “No need to stop on our account,” he drawled, lips fighting a smile.

Taken aback by his candor, Zelda threw him a look over her shoulder as she moved further into the room and opened the desk drawer despite the pair still perched there. “I just need the address book; Faustus and I were talking about an old academy friend of ours and I couldn’t remember where they moved to. Ah,” she picked up the book and slid the drawer shut once more. Zelda let her eyes rove over the two once more. “Make sure you clean up after yourselves.” She arched a brow. “Some of us still work in here.”

Faustus lingered a moment, no longer fighting the wolfish grin on his face. “If you pull her closer to the edge and place your hands under her thighs, you’ll have a much better angle and be able to increase your pace and have her screaming…. Works with one Spellman woman at least,” he observed with a wink as Hilda and Cerberus’ blushes deepened.  

Suppressing a snort, Zelda took Faustus’ arm and led him out of the office, closing the door behind them and heading back to the kitchen. Though amused, Zelda couldn’t let the matter go unaddressed. “Honestly, while I’m glad Hilda has finally decided to enjoy herself, did it have to be with, with a mortal? And one that dresses as a vampire, no less.” She rolled her eyes.

Chortling, Faustus shook his head. “We use more chains than they do... he’s the incubus? Are you sure?”

She swatted at him as they sat back down, though the smile tugging at the corner of her mouth undermined Zelda’s attempt to be stern. “It’s really not funny Faustus, it very easily could have been one of the kids who walked in on them.”

Another guffaw burst out of Faustus. When she shot him a glare, Faustus attempted to control himself only to start laughing once more. “What?” He asked, leaning back in his chair. It’s not as if you and I ever took precautions in our.... pairings.” His eyes glittered mischievously as they roved over her in a way that made Zelda shiver.

“You might not have.” She corrected, pointedly opening the address book and searching for their old friend. “I have always—"

A disbelieving huff interrupted he warlock next to her. “I can name at least five times we were walked in on by some person or another.” Faustus countered, a smirk dancing on his lips.

Eyes narrowing, Zelda clasped her hands on top of the address book in front of her and tried to resist the urge to wipe the smirk off his face with a kiss. “Well, Hilda just doesn’t know when to respect a closed door.”

A knowing look passed over Faustus’ face and Zelda could see he was trying not to laugh again. “It’s only fair, all things considered.” He managed in a fairly even tone.

Nonplussed, Zelda blinked. “What is?”

“That the situation was finally reversed. You walking in on Hilda instead of the other way around.” Faustus grinned at her. “I must admit, it was rather refreshing to be on the other side.”

Before Zelda could reply beyond a smile, the office door opened, followed immediately by hurried footsteps and the front door opening and closing. Unable to help themselves, both Zelda and Faustus leaned to get a look into the foyer, only to find it empty and the office door now open and the room dark.

“Suppose they decided to find more appropriate places for fornicating. Though why she didn’t just teleport them somewhere...” Zelda remarked, shaking her head and turning back to the book and flipping pages once more.

Humming, Faustus shifted his gaze back to her and though Zelda didn’t meet his eyes, she knew what she’d find there when she finally raised her head.

“Aha, here,” she spun the book to face him and pointed out the name of their friend. But Faustus wasn’t looking at the book. Suddenly, he took her hand and they teleported to his bedroom at the mansion.

~~~

Zelda didn’t return home until a little before dinner. An afternoon well spent and all the better because she and Faustus hadn’t been interrupted. As she moved deeper into the house, Zelda heard Hilda humming and followed the noise until she found her sister swaying to music only she could hear as she cooked.

Coming to a stop, Zelda leaned on the counter behind Hilda, who’d yet to notice her presence. “Have a good day, sister?” She drawled, snatching a slice of pepper from the cutting board and popping it into her mouth.

Starting slightly in surprise, Hilda turned to face her, cheeks blushing fiercely. “Zelda, about earlier...” she twisted the towel in her hands nervously.

An impish smile spread on Zelda’s face, she wasn’t going to make this easy for her sister. So, she merely arched a brow. “Yes?”

Hilda straightened her shoulders and looked at her directly, though her face wasn’t any less red. “I apologize for, for—" When she continued to stumble over words, Zelda took a little pity on her.

“For having sex in the office in the middle of the day?” She finished baldly, trying not to laugh at how Hilda’s eyes widened. “As long as you cleaned up after yourself...”

Quick to reassure her, Hilda nodded. “Of course, you won’t find a trace of us in there.”

Stealing another slice of pepper, Zelda shrugged. “Then I say enjoy yourself.” And before Hilda could look too relieved, Zelda added. “Did you take Faustus’ advice concerning placement in the desk? He really is quite knowledgeable about such things.” She winked as her sister’s face went slack, mouth gaping open in. Stealing one more pepper slice, Zelda turned to leave only to pause by the door and look back at her sister. “Just a bit of advice. For your and the vampire’s sake, I suggest you cast some spells in the future. You know how prone our niece is to barging into rooms unannounced.” With a final smirk, Zelda went upstairs to freshen up before dinner while Hilda’s face, neck and chest flushed an even darker red.

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[darkestangel1326]

Prologue - This was real life. Right?

Hey lovelies. So I know it is likely no one is going to read this but me but I just had to write this anyway. For me. Posting for the same reason! Fic under the “Keep reading” cut, but here’s how I got here: 

This all started when I wondered what would happen if MC was a scientist. Or a science grad student. But then I thought, what would be enough to compel a scientist or science grad student to stop their sciencing realistically for any amount of time? Because as my previous PI says, every scientist becomes a mad scientist at least in one point in their careers for their research - this is especially true for grad students. 

Then, I just never understood the whole returning a phone excuse Unknown gave MC to lure her into Rika’s apartment. Like MC, with her own phone, is gonna return a phone she doesn’t even have, just because Unknown was persistent? He even says he’s a student in the States who will eventually return home so what was with the urgency to go to find the owner? If he really wanted to return the phone, he could’ve mailed it since he has the address right? We know he does because he sends MC there. It just always bothered me.

Finally, I wanted to slightly self-insert to make the MC (Emme C.) a bit more human so that it even if you couldn’t change her choices, it would still be entertaining. I heavily relied on second person, to help give it the mystic messenger vibe though I’m not sure it works.

This prologue is some character building for Emme C. (Actual name: Emme Cee), brief OC appearances and, for my sanity, this is all taking place in the US. TBH I’m not even sure how deep I want to go with this story. I just know I needed to write it. 

 So without further ado!

“My biggest fear and why? Hmmm,” you mulled it over and took another sip of your beer, after your lab mates glared at you for an answer. 

Or former labmates - you were leaving for grad school in a few weeks so this was kind of your farewell social. Even with your general distaste of beer, even you had to admit this one was really good. 

You closed your eyes and sheepishly rubbed your neck. “This is gonna sound weird but a time loop,” you answered hesitantly.  “It just makes me uneasy to be stuck in never-ending cycle, replaying the same scenario over and over again with no end in sight.”

“True but we are in academic research!” Marie answered, a teasing lilt to her voice that transformed into a chuckle. 

“Yeah you might have to deal with it during your Masters program, especially the thesis stage.” Whitney continued, joining in with a laugh.

“Don’t remind me,” you giggled as you took another sip - a longer sip - of your beer. “But that’s not exactly what I mean either” you persisted, a bit more seriously. 

I’m afraid of replaying the same day, the same events, the same interactions over and over again, not knowing why or how to stop it,” you finished more seriously. You took another sip of the fizzy drink and felt your equilibrium teeter a bit. 

“You mean like that movie Groundhog Day?” Aurora quietly inserted.

“I haven’t seen that movie but if it’s like what I said, then yes, that’s it,” you answered, your fizzy drink now gone. 

“Sorry wait. Why are you afraid of time loops? I think I missed that part. Wouldn’t replaying the same day and seeing how your choices change events be a good thing?” Sally asked. Technically, she was completely right - repeatability was one of the sacred ideals of science after all. Plus, If you really thought about it, you hadn’t actually said why you’re afraid of time loops, just that you are.

“I’m afraid of never moving forward - of never progressing, no matter how hard I try or work. A time loop means, yes, I’ll know what my choices would entail, but not how to escape or what the triggering event for my release could be. I could replay the time period of the same few weeks but for years without knowing how to escape and move on. And, I guess, since it took me so long to even start my Master’s and I felt like I might never be able to, this fear was just born,” you admitted, pouring more beer for yourself. 

I mean an actual time loop where every single thing happens the exact same way, down to the underlying rhythm of conversation. And where you can’t escape until you figure out the common problem then fix it. How would you escape it? And what if you mess up, in different ways, forever? Who would want that?!

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You awoke with a sigh, realizing you had that dream again. Or was it a flashback since this happened a few weeks ago? You shrugged your shoulders and got to work sorting boxes. You were set to start on-campus work in a few weeks so you were just trying to do the bare minimum research wise. Plus, you wanted to really focus on decorating your new apartment and get acquainted with the town since you’d be living there for the next few years. 

After a few hours of scrambling and organizing, you sat on the floor (you were still in the process of buying furniture), and looked at your emails. 

One in particular caught your attention, so much so that you took off your glasses and rubbed your eyes, almost laughing at such a cartoony response. The subject line of this email was what confused you. It read “missing research paper - need citation”. It was an unfamiliar email, moreover, it was sent to your previous college email, which was linked to your past research publications.

Curious, you bit the inside of your cheek and read the email. 

“Dear Emme, 

Hope this email finds you well. I am a student from XXX University and have been working on a research project concerning XXX. Your research was one of the most recent and prominent examples as to why this area needs further study, however, I have not been able to access the paper I saved as a bookmark in my web browser. After extensive searching, I have been unable to find the original paper or even one of the articles that referenced it - almost as if the article has completely disappeared from existence! Is there a reason the research article is gone? If not, could you provide me with an idea of where it is and the proper citation for my research article?”

what. whAT. WHAT!?

Your research couldn’t be gone! This didn’t make any sense! Yes it was a few years old, but it couldn’t be gone from the web! There are research papers from the 1960s that are archived and accessible online for goodness sake!

You had to calm down. Take deep breaths. You continued trying to breathe as you pulled out your research flash drive. You looked for the paper on your there and found it, sighing in relief. It grounded you, reminding you that your work did exist. Just as you were set to attach the file and corresponding citation to the email, your internet stopped. 

Scratch that, your entire laptop stopped. 

You groaned. Yes, this was an older, refurbished model, but it’s been working fine. The screen distorted for a second, as if the extra pixel boxes emphasized the frozen nature of your screen. Before you even had time to process it, your laptop unfroze and you breathed a sigh of relief. 

Thank heavens. You had just moved and weren’t sure you could realistically afford a new laptop anytime soon. As you look over your screen, however, your relief shifts to panic. 

omg. oMG. OMG!

It’s gone. Your research files. The ones on your laptop and on your flash drive. The email is gone. Before you can refresh the page you get logged out. You can’t even log into your old email account - Error 404 Not Found. 

Your heart races. Then, it aches. You worked so hard on those projects. They were part of your scientific fabric and now both were just gone. Your years of work, gone in seconds. 

You felt like crying. But you decide not to, at least not until you’re in the shower where the tears can blend in with the cascading liquid as you sing emo music. 

For now, you decide a quick walk and some fresh air are what you need, so you grab your keys and head for the mailbox. You’ve only lived in this apartment for a week but you check the mail constantly in an effort to get in the habit rather than because you expect something. 

But today, you did get something. A small parcel with no return address. Curious, you take that and the grocery flyers to your apartment and open the package there. 

A phone? It’s from the same company as yours, just a slightly older model.

You blink at it, almost telepathically asking it what it’s doing in your mailbox. You decide to turn it in to the mail service and are about to put it back in its envelope when you notice a note. 

“Charge me” 

“What the hell is going on today?” You mutter as you pull out your charger and plug it into the phone.

You sit on the floor with this new phone in hand and sigh. “Why am I even taking orders from a mysterious note for anyway?”

Just then the screen lights up. There’s no passcode so opening the phone was super easy. The phone’s screen and minimal app selection almost made you think it was new, but the lack of setting it up told you that wasn’t the case. Who would buy this phone and not use it? And why did they send it to you? 

There is one app that calls to you, mostly because you’ve never seen it before. And because it was unlike the rest of the default apps on the screen.

RFA? What’s that?

Just then, the screen turns dark and green characters zoom up through the screen. You sucked with all tech but even you knew this reaction was abnormal. You swore you didn’t press the app but seeing the phone continue reacting, you become less confident. 

“Hello?” 

You stare at the screen. ‘Unknown’ was messaging you. 

You respond. Stupidly. Naively. And without thinking about the consequences. 

Because this was real life. Right?

What’s the worse that could happen?

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I’m debating taking this next part a few routes...we’ll see what I decide...

If you, by any chance made it all the way down here, can you drop a reblog or something with your thoughts? Was Emme Cee likable? Did the flow make sense? Do you like where this is going? Let me know! 

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