Finally finished it! Parks & Recreation as Imagine Me & You alternate universe
Ann’s getting married, and as the Parks Department Deputy Director, it’s Leslie’s duty to make sure everything goes off without a hitch. And that’s the problem: it does.
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we double and unfurl, PG-13, Ann/Leslie
The bed is shaking. Ann’s breath catches and she opens her eyes to see the fuzzy glow of her alarm clock — 4:29. “Ann, Ann. Wake up. Ann?” Leslie’s voice comes from somewhere above her and, having deduced that she’s being assailed with Knope and not an earthquake, Ann groans and rolls over, knowing that in a few seconds she’ll be wide awake and ready for whatever Leslie needs her for.
“Ann?” Leslie says again, her voice now reduced to a whisper. She sounds, and this is what causes Ann to finally jerk the covers away from her face, scared.
“‘m up, Leslie. Are you okay?”
covers got thrown, NC-17, Ann/Leslie
Blind dates, Ann has discovered, are a pretty shitty way to spend the little time she has off work. Leslie is good at, well, just about everything, but setting Ann up on dates is not in her skill set. More often than not, she ends the evening disappointed, a little tipsy, and wet (something she blames on the situation rather than the company). Tonight’s was, shockingly, just as much of a dud as the rest, and Ann flicks the lock on her front door behind her, ready to give in to a frustrating evening alone in front of Grey’s Anatomy or whatever she has stored up on the DVR.
She sighs, stopping in the kitchen to grab a beer (inexplicably next to three cans of Redi-Whip) and abandon her heels. The guy, Kevin (she thinks, she’s already starting to forget him) didn’t even offer to pay the bill. Not even his share.
(Hell, the evening would have been better spent with Leslie at JJ’s. At the very least, Ann wouldn’t be out an extra twenty dollars. And Leslie very rarely makes Ann want to stab herself with a fork.)
I’m getting slightly more confident about writing in this fandom, so why not push it? Currently working on at least two Galentine’s day ficlets and two big bangs for these two. Boost my ego? *indicates a more porny title
kink-bingo fic: i think i like the way that we move* (confined/caged, unsanitary sex, danger, exhibitionism, and watersports), Caped Crusader (w/Ben, costumes, roleplay), and just to say (future au, writing on the body)
kink-bingo drabbles: fever started long ago (medical kink), juvenile (cross-dressing) and a reputation to uphold (caning)
for girlgay: (a pair of parenthesis)
womenlovefest: fifteen minutes (friendship), After Hours
for girlslash: you are the only one
femslash100 drabbles: Unbreakable Vow*, (i want to go there too), you push me wide open, your brown eyes are my blue skies, staring down the sun*, never thought i’d find, Life is good, Maybe it’s great, the best that you could hope for
random fic: Double-dog, let’s not take our time
femslash11: By Leaps
yuletide 2010: Horn of Plenty (I Will Wait for You)
Over the past two weeks I’ve been working on a Greek Myth drabble cycle for femslash100 and I’m finally done! I wrote (almost?) every female character on the show, and lots of Leslie/Ann, my OTP to end all OTPs. If you have a moment, please read a few.
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Leslie/Ann (1767 words): Unbreakable Vow, your brown eyes are my blue skies, the best that you could hope for, never thought I’d find, staring down the sun, you push me wide open (also Abigail/Kayla), Life is good, maybe it’s great, i want to go there too.
Ann-slash (608 words): a pumpkin at midnight (Ann/Millie), so I’ll write them in light (Ann/Lucy), Societal Advancements (Ann/Veronica [Better off Ted]), oh girls they (just wanna have fun) (Ann/Donna), Headline (Ann/Shauna Malwae-Tweep), Speak Plain (Ann/April).
Leslie-slash (387 words): lost to me (Leslie/Lindsay), The Worst Day Ever (Leslie/Tammy 2).
Minor characters (including Pawnee Goddesses) (1398 words): hell around the corner (Marcia Langman/Joan Callamezzo), for what you really are (Shauna Malwae-Tweep/Marcia Langman), you’re just a body, I can smell your skin (Tammy 1/April), i wasn’t looking for nobody when you looked my way (April/Cassidy), there’s only one truth that I know (Ethel/Muriel), you have always worn me well (Ethel/Muriel), Bliss(tering) (Donna/Wendy), given half the chance (Wendy/Lucy), falling in love with every sunrise (Lauren/OFC).
Total: 4160 words
Title: Cliche
Info: written for dollsome in the Gay As In Happy comment-a-thon. Prompt was Christmas.
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Even as Luce is reaching for the box, Rachel let’s go a torrent of words, twisting her hands together in her lap and leaning closer to her girlfriend. “I know it’s terribly cliche, doing this in the holidays, but I couldn’t think of a better time, honestly, because I don’t want this to have anything to do with the last time and…” the words drop off as Luce’s fingers finally work the paper undone.
“A ring,” she says, her voice thick. Luce runs a fingertip (calloused from handling flowers) over the top of it, a graceful circle decorated with inset diamonds, a ruby in the center. “You know, I thought you were done with marriage.” The words come out in a husky rush, as if Luce is afraid of what they mean.
Title: let’s not take our time
Info: Parks & Recreation. Spoilers for the new season. Takes place a few months after “I Am Leslie Knope”
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Ann steps out of her bathroom, wrapped loosely in a towel, her hair clinging to her head and neck. It’s the sort of shower exit one makes when they are completely alone, have the house shut tight, the curtains closed. She’s humming, some unchained melody (but not “Unchained Melody” and don’t get that stuck in her head — there was this miserable week in college…) that Leslie thinks she recognizes, but quickly puts out of her mind when the towel slips, Ann stretching to flick off the hallway light, the fabric dropping below a perfect breast.
Leslie might — might — make a kind of surprised squeek at that, unintentionally revealing her presence. She had intended to simply shout “Hello!” when using her key to get in, and Ann would poke her head around the kitchen island, smile, and offer to make a hot chocolate. But there was no answer to Leslie’s exuberant “hello” and now it’s too late for any casual introduction of the idea of another body in the house. “Ann!” Leslie tosses her jacket on a chair. “What are you doing here?” It’s the first thing that comes to her mind, watching Ann scramble to cover up, blush creeping up her cheeks.
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Title: secrets
Info: Degrassi, Bianca/Imogen, PG. For womenlovefest.
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Bianca should know better than to open texts from numbers she doesn’t recognize, especially texts with images attached. But she doesn’t, apparently, she doesn’t know better. And she should feel relived when she hits the top of the image and recognizes it immediately, at least in part. She should feel relieved but her stomach tightens up and her throat dries out. She shouldn’t look. She should delete.
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Title: Man’s Meat
Info: Ron Swanson and Ron Donald meet. Slash if you squint.
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Suspend time and space and come away with me to a magical land where pink bow ties and the smooth sounds of Duke Silver rule the night…
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“I’m sorry,” Ron’s voice came out gruff; he cleared his throat, looking around the restaurant. “Is this establishment open?” They really shouldn’t have an open sign and an unlocked door, he thought, stroking his mustache. False advertising.
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Title: for the sweet
Info: Sucker Punch, Blondie/Amber. Prompt from five-items was “candy”. Warning for hints of sexual abuse. Asylum!verse.
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–slogs up through the mud, pulling, pulling –there. Lucidity. A good day. She remembered the word. –words come into focus, sharper, clearer. “Be a good little girl and I’ll give you a treat.” His lip curling. –limbs feel so heavy. –for the sweet,” he says, presses a small, warm, square against her palm. –lips against her forehead. “That’s my Blondie.” –laughs
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