Trick or Treat!

[diaphenia]

In honor of All Hallow’s Eve, I’m inviting trick-or-treaters to my ‘door.’ Comment “trick-or-treat” to this post and…well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I’m glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.). The more “houses” to visit the more fun it’ll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!

Fandoms written so far:
Parks and Rec
The Mindy Project
Brooklyn Nine Nine
Veep
Enough Said
Lizzie Bennet Diaries
The Hunger Games (canon, plus modern day AU)
Amber
Welcome to Night Vale
New Girl
Traegerbot

Comments

do i do the trick or treat?

[throwingpens.livejournal.com]

TRICK!
OR
TREAT

Re: do i do the trick or treat?

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

Amber couldn't believe how hot Texas was. Her time in Chicago had made her soft, but this visit home reminded her what heat really was. Her tank top was practically molded her to her, so she grabbed an ice cube from her drink and held it to her neck. Returning home was always a strange thing; she'd changed so much since moving across country. When she'd gone to school here, she never went to bars, and now she felt comfortable in them, a bit of home away from home. Home was north, now, by a giant lake surrounded by deep dish restaurants and Cubs fans.

Then she heard someone call the waitress "ma'am" and she knew this was home too, that Chicago was her home but Texas... Texas was her heart.

She was nursing a rum and coke when she heard the bell on the door ring. The bouncer, an overweight, bored-looking fellow who's spent half the afternoon playing with a ketchup bottle, sat straight up and looked more alive than he ever had. And then she saw why— Kip Kippington, head teacher of baseball, had just walked into the bar.

She sat up a little straighter, too. He was so beautiful, a vision. And modest too— she could see people stopping him to shower him with praise for the last season, when he'd been 9-3. Way better than Tuberville, but hardly the wunderkind she'd thought he'd be.

He sat down at a table, but no one was serving him, because the only waitress in the place was stuck with the college kids.

Fortune favors the brave, Amber thought. She downed her drink in one gulp, put on her waitress voice, and went over to him.

"I'll have a 512 Pecan Porter," he said with a grin, checking her out. She flushed a little under his gaze, but found her voice.

"Right away," she said, and went back to the bar. "That'll be $7.50."

"Normally they comp my drinks here," he said as he pulled out his wallet.

"Normally, they think you're perfect, but I think you could use a little work on your defence," she said.

"Well," he said, and he gave her a slow smile. "Why don't you sit down and tell me what I need to do with my defence."

[stillscape.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

Brooklyn 99/Parks and Rec crossover

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

Peralta stabbed his waffles thoughtfully. "I swear that dude reminded me of someone."

Amy put down her hoagie. "Who, Ron?"

"Nah, I mean that guy Larry."

Amy remembered Larry; he had spilled coffee all over her pants, and his own pants. She hadn't packed enough pants for this trip if she was going to have to sacrifice a pair every day. "Beats me. Seems pretty useless, though."

"Doesn’t matter, I know who our culprit is. And he (or she) but it was he was right in front of us the whole time."

“Oh, do tell, this should be good,” she said with an eyeroll.

“Let me just dial the chief,” Peralta said, putting on the speakerphone.

The chief’s voice was tin-y over the phone. ”Can this wait? I’m in the middle of some important—”

“Nope. Listen up. We’ve been looking at this entirely wrong. We assumed our guy was on the inside, actually working for the department, but what if that’s our problem? What if the guy we’re looking for isn’t actually part of the Parks department?”

“Can you not stand in the middle of the diner? Sit.”

He sat. “You saw how nervous and weird that Ben Wyatt got around us.”

She twisted her napkin, remembering Wyatt’s insistence that he always donated to the fallen cops fund.

“And why is he even here? He’s not part of the government. He has another job, and yet every time we went there, there he was, watching us like a hawk.”

“Enough with the cliches, Peralta”

“Watching us like a guy who was a little too interested in our case. He’s our guy. He’s the one.”

[emilyla.livejournal.com]

trick or treat?

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

"Honey?" Ben yelled from the bedroom. "Please stop decorating me while I'm asleep!"

Leslie yelled back from somewhere in the kitchen. "Is this about the spider webs? Because I think they look really cool. Plus you sleep so heavily, I thought you'd never notice."

"Yes, but you know I was going to wake up eventually, right?" Ben sat up, and tried to pull off the webbing. It was like trying to wrestle an octopus. He pulled a pile of the stuff off her stomach, trying to drop it on the floor. Pieces of it stuck to him on the way down, and when he tried to stand up, his foot got tangled and he fell over. "Oh, hell."

"Hurry up, Ben! We only have time to watch Hocus Pocus about three times before the party starts!"

[ballroom_pink.livejournal.com]

trick or treat!

Enough Said, Saying Enough

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

"Well hello, little lady," Albert said, putting his hand out to Ellen.

"Hi," she said, shaking it. She didn't know what'd she expected, but this guy wasn't it. He was so ordinary looking, and he'd reduced her mother to giggling, for god sakes. Still, his handshake was warm, and he was smiling at her.

"Albert, Ellen's graduating in the top twenty percent of her class," Mom said, giving her a surprise wrap-around hug. "We're so proud of her, me and her father, I mean. I don't know how I got so lucky."

"Beautiful and smart? Sounds like her mother," he said, giving her mom a look that was sort of gross.

It was one thing for her dad to be remarried, because he'd started dating pretty soon after the divorce. Oh, he'd pretended her hadn't until he was practically engaged, but Ellen wasn't stupid.

But her mom had basically never dated, or at least, never brought those guys around her, which was good. She wanted her mom to be happy, but she was done with step parents.

But as she watched her mom talk to Albert, touching his hand, she wondered if that's what she was getting for Christmas this year.

[stars-inthe-sky.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

::holds out pillowcase::

The Hunger Games modern day AU, Debate

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

"Why do they all take high school debate so seriously?" Peeta asks.

Katniss watches him suspiciously. He's always hanging out with the kids who take it the most seriously, the ones that call it their career, instead of what it is: a stupid high school activity that everyone's using to get into college.

Not that Katniss can judge. That's the only reason she's here, and the one reason she let them pluck her eyesbrows to open up her face and the reasons she's unable to take as many shifts at the Hob as she'd like. She's not great at line cooking, but Sae likes her work spirit, and people come in regardless.

She realizes a little too late that he's addressing her, so she says. "I assume you're here for the glory." Which is probably true. Being a wrestling champ isn't enough, apparently.

He actually laughs at that. "What glory? You think we're high up on the totem pole here?" He gestures around D12, their school. "This place is run by football stars and prom queens."

"You're a big deal. I saw you last year, at your championship wrestling match. They carried you out on shoulders, and now you want to pretend you're unpopular?" She finds the whole thing ludicrous, almost as weird as this popular boy talking to her.

But he doesn't even comment on that, ignores her implication and stares at her, eyes wide. "You went to my match?"

[missnumbat.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat?

Lizzie Bennet Diaries, Treating

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

"I can't believe you never went trick-or-treating, Will," Lizzie said, a giant bowl of full-sized candy bars in her arms. She was dressed as a fetching cat, in all black, but the ears were cute.

He, meanwhile, felt ridiculous. This outfit didn't even fit his perception of Dracula, but Lizzie had picked it out for her.

"My father was British, and my mother thought it was low-class. Plus, I was at boarding school for those prime candy-begging years."

Lizzie grabbed his cape and pulled him close, her lush mouth closing on his, and he briefly forgot about all the children that would be at his door soon. He couldn't forget the candy bowl, though, because she was still holding it tightly, and it dug into his side. He didn't care, though, not when she was making those little moaning noises in the back of her throat. She could kiss him while holding fire if she made those noises. She broke it off, and looked up at him. It made him want to kiss her again, and perhaps pull her into the bedroom, but before he could, the doorbell rang.

Darcy pulled the cape in front of him just in time.

[shornt.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

Veep, Step Up

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

"Listen, Veepies, I need you to pull your heads out of your collective asses and actually focus on me," Selina said. "You, no phone."

"But I have fantasy football," Dan said.

"Do you even know what city the Patriots play for?" Amy asked with an eyeroll.

"Boston," Dan answered her, a smirk on his face.

"POTUS is stepping down, which means we have got to step it up," Selina continued. "No more socializing, no more families, no more bathroom breaks."

"I'm going to ignore that," Sue said.

"Anything for you, ma'am," Jonah said from the corner.

"And you," Selina said to him. "I need you to get the fuck out of here. Go. Go. Go."

Jonah packed up his shit, not nearly fast enough for Selina. "Of course. I have stuff to do for POTUS anyway."

"No, you don't," she said after him.

[deathmallow.livejournal.com]

Trick or treaaaat

The Hunger Games, Trick or Treat

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

When Haymitch was a boy, the autumn was about the Harvest, about whether there'd be enough food for the brutal winters. For his own boy, born after a revolution had changed the country, autumn meant one thing: trick or treating.

It was an activity from before the Dark Days, recently revived since apparently they'd dealt with all the actual problems and now had time to focus on silly rituals long since separated from whatever they'd once meant to those who'd come before them.

He tried to picture himself as a young boy, going around in a homemade costume no one could afford, asking the neighbors for food, an act so taboo that most would rather waste away than ask the neighbors for a hand-out.

Such an activity in his own childhood would've been ridiculous. Though, now he still thought it was ridiculous, but seeing his kid dressed up as a pig, corkscrew tail and all, made him willing to play along.

Plus, Hannie would kill him if he didn't, and that would kill her too, and their kid needed someone to raise him, and the damn neighbor kids weren't allowed.

[rikyl.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

The Mindy Project, Running

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

“You’re taking up exercise?” Danny asked, looking suspicious. “Are you sure you don’t mean you’re taking up hanging around at the gym, drinking smoothies?”

Mindy glared at him. “While I know the smoothies to be delicious and made with non-fat yogurt and only about eight tablespoons of sugar, no, that’s not why I’m going to the gym.”

“Are you sure? Because I’ve never seen you run to anything that wasn’t a shoe sale.”

“Ridiculous. I’ve also run to get Tom Hiddleston’s autograph. I may not have gotten it, but I did get tasered by his most attractive bodyguard.”

“I remember, you smelled like campfires and litigation for a week afterwards.”

“Regardless. No, I want to take up a healthy new lifestyle made up of vegetables and running.”

Danny narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Wait a minute. You and Betsy and Jeremy went out three nights ago.”

“Allegedly.”

“Not allegedly. You talked about it, you invited me, I pretended I couldn’t hear you but I could. And you talked about wearing that red thing that almost gave Shulman a heart attack once. You... you have a new boyfriend, don’t you?”

“Well it’s only been three days, I wouldn’t call him that yet.”

“You’re changing for that guy. As usual.”

“What?”

“You do it every time. Like when you almost became a Christian.”

“Hey now. I care about Jesus. I call to him occasionally.”

“Yeah, when you stub your toe. Mindy, when are you going to pick a guy who likes you for you?”

[c00kie.livejournal.com]

Trick or Treat!

Welcome to Night Vale, October

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

You run, but you can’t feel the ground. You realize you’re on your back. You thrash your legs wildly. You’re making love, but your lover is a ghost, non-corporeal in form. You’re on your head and you use your legs are keeping up a large yellow ball. You must perform or you’ll be let go from the circus. You’re running, running away while you dodge yellow balls and ghosts and your father’s disappointment.

You wake up. It was all a dream, but still, you are covered in light scratches and you smell of pine.

You’re alone. That’s not a dream.

And now, the weather (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uYs0gJD-LE/)

Mayor Pamela Winchel announced yesterday that the local Steak and Shake was becoming just a Shake today. The press had a field day with this, as hooded, mysterious figures made them participate in track and field events for daring to question Winchel on anything.

The secret police, who do not exist, remind everyone to please check all trick or treat candy for poison, razor blades, and those terrible orange candies that no one likes. All terrible candy is to be delivered to Steve Carlsburg’s house, because he is awful.

Goodnight, listeners, goodnight

[kyrafic.livejournal.com]

TRICK OR TREAT!

New Girl, All Hallows Eve

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

"You can't dress a cat up for Halloween, Winston," Nick said.

"Wrong. Ferguson likes getting dressed up," Winston answered, reaching down to pet the world's best cat. The resulting purr let him know his best friend was full of shit.

"Don't you want that cat to have some dignity?"

"This from the man who once took a stranger's leftovers."

"He offered them to me."

"He thought you were homeless."

"It was a good sandwich"

"Adults shave, Nick, and they don't take stranger's food," Winston said. He started slipping the tiles onto Ferguson's feet.

Nick pulled out his wrench, which meant that as soon as his cat was dressed, Winston had to get between Nick and the plumbing. "I don't even understand the costume!"

Schmidt came in and grabbed an apple from the fridge. "Cat on a hot tin roof?"

"Schmidt gets it," Winston said, pulling the wrench away.

[sullen-aquarian.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat?!?

HIMYM, ladyfriends

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

"Robin, we have to be nice to her," Lily said.

"I know what that tone of voice means. You mean I have to be nice to her," Robin said with a pout.

"Well, you sure haven't been. Remember last week, when you called her an attention whore—"

"She knits for charity. What is that?"

"That's being nice. Or remember when you punched her in the face?"

"I was aiming for the clown behind her."

Lily tried her teacher glare. "You shouldn't have tried to punch him either. Remember when you were supposed to invite her to Captain America 2 and you pretended to have amnesia?"

"It wasn't a big deal—"

"We got to meet the star himself!"

Robin folded her arms. "Come on, Lil, who hasn't met Captain America?"

"Ted really likes her. They're serious. What if he marries her?"

They both looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Seriously though," Robin said. "Like that'll happen."

[yumytaffy.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

The Mindy Project, I Get My Kicks on Route 66

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

"Listen, if you read me one more fact about a Kardashian, I'm throwing that thing out the window." Danny said, tapping his fingers on the wheel of his car.

Mindy read him a fact about the Pitt-Jolie children, and her copy of US Weekly ended up on the highway.

The thing about Danny Castellano was that he had these weirdly hidden depths. Like he looked like all he cared about was spaghetti and being angry at his ex-wife, but when you really got to know him, you also got to know that he hated everything good, like romantic comedies and clothing that wasn't from a catalogue. Which was fine, but made being stuck with him in a car for hours really annoying.

"That was mine," Mindy said, wondering if she'd brought People.

"You used it for evil, so you don't get to keep it."

"I could just pull up the issue on my phone."

"You probably can't, and besides, there won't be glossy pictures of thousand dollar sweaters."

Damn it. He had a point.

"We could play a game. We could count cows. Let's see, oooh! There's three over there."

"Those are horses."

She looked back at the field. "Are you sure?"

He squinted. "Well, maybe. Have you ever left the city, or big cities in general, before?"

"Yes. It was gross. I'm all for protecting our natural habitats and whatever but I really like pavement. Ok, 20 Questions. Let me think of a... go."

Danny sighed, but gave in, just like she knew he would. "Is it an object?"

"Yes."

"Is it a type of clothing?"

"Well, I don't know if you'd call it that, exactly."

"Do you even know how to play 20 Questions?"

"Don't you even know how to guess lace-up leopard-print heels?"

From BohemianRider

[(Anonymous)]

Trick or treat!

The Hunger Games, Movie

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

It shouldn't have been a surprise. The war turned the Girl on Fire into the Mockingjay, and the Mockingjay into the most important celebrity in the Former Republic of Panem. Rarely a day went by when the two of them weren't followed by someone with a camera, catching them in the mundane daily rituals that followed their return to the remains of D12: rebuild, bury the dead, learn to lean on each other, attempt not to weep.

(There were only seven Victors left, after all)

Only he ever agreed to talk to them. Katniss would go catatonic near reporters, and Haymitch threw knives. Peeta knew he could keep the reporters at bay, could give them just enough to sate them so they’d leave the other two alone.

Peeta had gotten used to getting quoted in the papers, which Effie sent to him with every postal delivery. He read those, though he and Katniss both refused to watch themselves on television, and anyway, their set had been smashed during one of their dark days.

He was working with bricks in the hot sun when Thom pulled him aside, dragged him to a tv screen to see a brightly dressed Capitol woman interviewing an actor who looked so much like him, he had to do a double-take.

“We think our new country is ready for a love story, and what’s more romantic than that of the Mockingjay and her lover?” the actor said.

“What indeed,” the reporter said.

“And we think it’ll ultimately be healing for a lot of people,” the actor said carefully, clearly aware he was out of his depths. “Healing. We want to heal.”

The reporter smiled, turning away. “Next, we go live to Johanna Mason, former Victor, for her reaction. Johanna? Are you there?”

Johanna’s face filled the screen, the oceans of D4 behind her. Peeta talked to her on occasion, as he’d been elected by Katniss to handle all phone calls, but he hadn’t seen her in person since they’d been in D13 together. He leaned closer.

“Well, Peaches, I have heard of this little movie, and I think it’s fucking bullshi—”

The feed quickly cut back to Peaches.

(Katniss went away for three terrifying days and nights after the news spread. She returned with no explanation as to where she’d been, and she refused to ever speak of it.)

The day the movie premiered, Katniss barricaded herself in their bedroom with provisions and didn't leave for two days. Haymitch retreated to his bottle. Peeta watched the movie from the safety and privacy of the bakery.

It got almost everything wrong, thankfully.

[craponaspatula.livejournal.com]

trick or treat OF COURSE

Traegerbot, SPAAAAACE

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

Treagerbot wheeled over to Ben, who was floating above his head. He stuck out an arm and pulled him down, extending his other arm across the room to flip the artificial gravity switch to on. Ben fell to the ground, head first, and Traegerbot picked him up, dusted him off, and righted him to his feet. Then he pulled him in for a hug.

"Nice to see you too, Traegerbot," Ben said.

MISSED YOU flashed across his chest.

"Sure, buddy. You ready to crunch some numbers?"

MATH.

The work ended all too soon, what with Traegerbt's superior computer brain and Ben's calculator skills. They officially disbanded Eagleton with the help of the lawyerbots, who were all excellent robots.

"Catch you later," Ben said as he strapped on his jetpack and blasted through the ceiling. "Ouch," he called, just before space swallowed up the sound.

COME BACK.

[lizinstereo.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

Brooklyn 99, En Pointe

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

(with love and kisses to craponaspatula, who gave me two characters and an object and when I objected, she suggested sour cream which is much grosser)

"Would you put this as better or worse than a dead body?" Doyle asked, feeling a little queasy despite himself.

Rosa squinted as she looked down. "Hmm. Worse. Dead body— you know what's up. Death. Probably murder. Maybe suicide."

"True. Very true."

"But this is a severed toe. It could literally be anything. Murder. Suicide—"

"Suicide?"

"An accident during a crime where the perp realized he had to make himself scarce fast."

"I've never heard of a suicide that included—"

She glared. "Point is, it could be anything."

"It could even be some killer ballerina getting revenge on her peers," Doyle said, smiling for her approval.

She shoved him against a wall so fast he didn't have time to defend himself. "I didn't say it could be that."

[kyrieanne.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

New Girl, Five Things Cece and Jess Did Following the Breakup from That Lying Bastard

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

1. Systematic shredding of the boxers Schmidt left in her apartment.

"These stupid things cost more than my grocery bill for this month!" Cece said as she tore into them.

"Did you wash those first?" Jess asked, touching her back.

"I hate him!"

2. Love Actually marathon.

"This movie is ridiculous," Cece declared as she snuggled into Jess, too tired to get up and change the station.

"This is the most romantic movie in the world," Jess told her, hiding the remote just in case.

"Love's a crock of shit," she said back.


3. Paintball, obviously. But that one might not count because that's an annual tradition anyway, dating back to 1998 when Jess got stood up for the junior prom, and Cece skipped out on her date to hang out with her best friend instead.

4. "Are you sure you want to be here, in this club, instead of somewhere quieter, like maybe an avalanche, or next to a cement grinder," Jess yelled, hands over her ears.

"I can't hear you!" Cece shouted back.

"So I'm your wingwoman, right?" Jess tried out some dance moves that were sure to draw attention to her friend. Yeah, she still had it.

"Best way to get over someone is to get under someone else," Cece said as she sauntered in.

5. And there was a lot of crying, in the dark, laying together on Cece's bed while she went back and forth between threatening castration and deciding to call him. All Jess could do was hug her and also hide her phone, and really, those were the most important things.

[whimsical-irony.livejournal.com]

Trick or treeeeeeat.

(P.S. I got your package, and that is a treat in and of itself.)

Parks and Rec, Advice

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

"Look, if you're going to have a baby, there's some things you need to remember," Donna said, pushing Ann down in the chair next to her desk.

"Point number one. Give your baby up for adoption," April said. "Donna's cool. She could have it."

"The actual point one is that you can't keep dressing like that," Donna said, looking disapprovingly at Ann's sweater.

"I got this sweater on sale—"

"I wasn't talking about that monstrosity. I meant this weird, baggy blouse. You're pregnant, not color-blind."

"But it's paisley!"

"Do you think paisley's another word for hideous? Because I can get you a thesaurus."

"Your name's a synonym for hell beast," April added, not looking up from her nails, which she was painting with white-out.

"Point two. You'll be a mom, but you can still be a hot mom. You never know when you'll find someone you want to hook up with—"

"I'm dating Chris—"

Donna smirked. "For now. Point three."

"Name it Beelzebub," April said.

Ann rolled her eyes. "Or Sarah."

Donna put up her hand to silence them both. "Third point. Don't be a stranger. We'll miss you."

"I won't," April said.

"Even April," Donna said.

[courtknees1.livejournal.com]

TRICK OR TREAT YO SELF

The Mindy Project, Pitch Perfect

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

"On what possible level do you think I'm actually going to like this movie?" Danny asked.

"Only on the level that it's the greatest movie," Mindy said as the movie started.

"Are you really going to hog the popcorn?"

"Did you hear the part where I said this one's for me?"

"That's two of them."

"It's the principle of the matter."

Danny glanced over at her, probably thinking about how he was going to steal her snacks, but it was his fault for not bringing his own. "This is not an actual thing people do," he said, as he watched boys in sports coats sing and dance.

"Yeah, what activities did you do in college? Besides cave paintings?"

"Hey now, I was very involved in school. Maybe you don't know this, but some people had to study very hard and didn't have time to rewatch When Harry Met Sally four hundred times before graduation.

"Please." It had only been two hundred and thirty times, actually.

"And look at this," he said with a frown. "Yet another movie with the guy and the girl and the bitchy blonde and the big competition."

"The blonde's not a bitch, she's just dedicated," she said loyally.

"It's just predictable. Obviously, the goth chick and the guy are going to have their big dramatic kiss at the end. What's the point if you know the ending?"

Mindy looked over at him, and grabbed his hand. He looked at her hand holding his, practically in awe because clearly he knew he was about to get some wisdom dropped into his dumb head. "It's not the ending. It's the journey to get there."

[k8-26-2.livejournal.com]

TRICK OR TREAT.

Parks and Rec, Lean On Me

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

"I know it's sort of weird for you, but I'm glad you agreed to go ice skating with me," Leslie said, leaning over to kiss her husband on the lips.

He lowered his head to hers briefly before looking over at the rink. "Do you realize I haven't been on the ice since I was mayor?"

"It's like riding a bike, you have to just get on there, and besides, you're going to be an uncle soon to the world's most attractive baby, and she's going to want you to go out there with her."

"You know I'm already an uncle to the world's most attractive baby?"

"Your brother's kids are the cutest," Leslie said, crossing her fingers behind her back. She kissed him again, then pushed off from the edge and glided gracefully in a loop-d-loop. She'd called in a favor, and they were the only two on there. "Come on, Ben! This is fun."

Ben pushed off too, only his legs wobbled and he went down in a heap of ice and shame.

Leslie skated back to him immediately. She put out a hand to help him up. "Hey you," she said. "I believe in you. Just... lean on me, and we'll do this the same way we do everything. Together."

[ryeloza.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

Parks and Rec, Holding On

[saucydiva.livejournal.com]

"Leslie's going to flip," Ann said.

"I know," Chris said, holding her hands.

"No, I mean she is going to flip out."

"Leslie Knope is a grown woman who has surely had friends move away before."

"And she is going to—"

"Flip out." He crushed her to his chest in a big hug. Then they walked into JJs.

***

"And I know it's early days, but I was thinking about some things Ben and I could do to baby-proof our house for your baby," Leslie said, smiling at Ann's stomach. "We were talking about those little things you plug into sockets. I know babies don't even crawl until—"

Chris squeezed her hand under the table, and Ann knew she had to do this. "Chris was thinking—" she started, and when he gave her a confused look, she started again. "Chris and I were thinking, actually, with the new baby, that actually maybe we would move somewhere else."

Ann focused on her plate.

“Really? That’s great,” Ben said, and Ann looked him. He looked strained, staring at his wife. “Where were you thinking of going?”

Chris smiled at him. “Ann has family in—”

“I’m sorry, what?” Leslie said, a smile pasted on. “I just heard a loud buzzing.”

“Leslie,” Ben said, and he leaned in and whispered something into her ear.

“No. No no no, this can’t be happening,” she said, wincing.