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"Simple As It Should Be" by shornt (PG-13)
Fandom: Parks and Recreation
Pairing: Leslie Knope/Ben Wyatt
Length: 2600 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shornt
Author Website: Tumblr
Why this must be read: Leslie frets, only a little unreasonably, about her future with Ben. Ann Perkins, friend and beautiful nurse, is there to tone down the crazy. And then there's a lot of wondering about proposals. My description isn't doing the sweetness and loveable fluff of this fic justice, I'm sorry, just read it.
Leslie picks up the necklace box and tosses it at Ann’s head. Ann giggles and throws a pillow back, which hits Leslie straight in the mouth.
“Ow!”
“Yours hurt me more!”
Leslie lets herself fall on the bed next to Ann, face buried in the pillow with a groan.
“Focus, Ann. This is a big deal!”
“Okay, but Leslie--” And Ann has that voice, the one like a mother dealing with a hyped-up child whom she loves dearly. “Really, Ben acts weird all the time. It’s kind of his thing. Did you find a ring or something?” Her eyes get wide, and she rapidly gets more excited. “Did you??”
“No.” Leslie sighs, mouth quirking into a frown. “I checked in his underwear drawer--”
“You checked??”
“I had to be sure!” Duh, what part of Ben’s weirdness and everything does Ann not understand? “There was a box, but it just ended up being some kind of Partridge crest pin?”
“You opened it??”
“This is serious, Ann!! What if he proposes to me and catches me off guard so much that I say no? Or he pops the question and my hand flails and it catches on fire and then I won’t even have a finger to put the ring on? Or he gets down on one knee and I step on his foot? Or the eagles he hires poop all over us, or the hot air balloon runs out of air, or--”
“Leslie, calm down.” In her hysterics, she hasn’t noticed that Ann’s clutching her hand, wiping away Leslie’s tears with the other. When had she started crying? She can’t remember, but suddenly it’s like she can’t keep her breath.
“Ann, what if I mess it up?” she whispers, and Ann pulls her head over and hugs her to her side, her fingers combing through her blonde curls.
“You won’t because you love Ben and he loves you. And even if eagles--” Ann stops a moment, thinks. “Eagles, really?”
Leslie half-smiles, embarrassed.
“Well even if all the birds in Pawnee took a crap on Ben’s head, he’d still marry you.”
Deep down, she knows that’s true. And she knows Ann would never lie to her. And for right now, it does calm her a bit.
“Why now?” Ann asks, as Leslie relaxes into her shoulder. “I mean, you usually don’t worry about this stuff.”
Simple As It Should Be
Pairing: Leslie Knope/Ben Wyatt
Length: 2600 words
Author on LJ:
shorntAuthor Website: Tumblr
Why this must be read: Leslie frets, only a little unreasonably, about her future with Ben. Ann Perkins, friend and beautiful nurse, is there to tone down the crazy. And then there's a lot of wondering about proposals. My description isn't doing the sweetness and loveable fluff of this fic justice, I'm sorry, just read it.
Leslie picks up the necklace box and tosses it at Ann’s head. Ann giggles and throws a pillow back, which hits Leslie straight in the mouth.
“Ow!”
“Yours hurt me more!”
Leslie lets herself fall on the bed next to Ann, face buried in the pillow with a groan.
“Focus, Ann. This is a big deal!”
“Okay, but Leslie--” And Ann has that voice, the one like a mother dealing with a hyped-up child whom she loves dearly. “Really, Ben acts weird all the time. It’s kind of his thing. Did you find a ring or something?” Her eyes get wide, and she rapidly gets more excited. “Did you??”
“No.” Leslie sighs, mouth quirking into a frown. “I checked in his underwear drawer--”
“You checked??”
“I had to be sure!” Duh, what part of Ben’s weirdness and everything does Ann not understand? “There was a box, but it just ended up being some kind of Partridge crest pin?”
“You opened it??”
“This is serious, Ann!! What if he proposes to me and catches me off guard so much that I say no? Or he pops the question and my hand flails and it catches on fire and then I won’t even have a finger to put the ring on? Or he gets down on one knee and I step on his foot? Or the eagles he hires poop all over us, or the hot air balloon runs out of air, or--”
“Leslie, calm down.” In her hysterics, she hasn’t noticed that Ann’s clutching her hand, wiping away Leslie’s tears with the other. When had she started crying? She can’t remember, but suddenly it’s like she can’t keep her breath.
“Ann, what if I mess it up?” she whispers, and Ann pulls her head over and hugs her to her side, her fingers combing through her blonde curls.
“You won’t because you love Ben and he loves you. And even if eagles--” Ann stops a moment, thinks. “Eagles, really?”
Leslie half-smiles, embarrassed.
“Well even if all the birds in Pawnee took a crap on Ben’s head, he’d still marry you.”
Deep down, she knows that’s true. And she knows Ann would never lie to her. And for right now, it does calm her a bit.
“Why now?” Ann asks, as Leslie relaxes into her shoulder. “I mean, you usually don’t worry about this stuff.”
Simple As It Should Be