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Trick or Treat!

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

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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."

i'm giggling (but it's defense when it's sports)

did i just pretend to be a waitress at a bar i don't work at?

also how much research did you do with this? because it feels like A LOT and I appreciate it!!!!!!!!!!!

happy halloweeeeen <3

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"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!"

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::holds out pillowcase::

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hearts in my eyes! thank you!

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.”

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I know SO MUCH about sports and also Texas beer types now. And of course you pretended to be a waitress at a bar you don't work at. This is KIP.

that's true. for him, I would absolutely do that.

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“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?”

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"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?"

"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.

"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.

You are a prize and a half, and now I kind of want to read a whole thing of this.

(Also, the only times I've been able to leave the conference!hotel today were for food and in the rain, so I *really* needed this, yo.)

<3

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.

This is so awesome it makes me wish I had another costume to change into so I could hit the same house twice. Seriously, you should write all the Mindy/Danny fic ever. Your voices are amazing.

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"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.

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