Happy Halloween!

[carolinecrane]

I came home from work early with cramps. I did contemplate going to a party tonight, but there was just too much pain. However! The pain has finally subsided, and now I'm just chilling with a Canadian and some homemade nachos (so not on my diet) and waiting for the Trick-or-Treaters to arrive. So let's play a Halloween game, which I lifted from oh_mumble

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[cinderlily]

Harlan had to hold a hand to his mouth when Marcus left the bathroom, hair slicked back and face overly white

[cinderlily]

Hey wow, I am a total dork who can't read. Well, uh... um. Trick or treat?

And... there is a treat. For you. Even though you didn't ask. *blush*

[roxymissrose]

Ha! I was just coming to beg the very thing as a treat!

[carolinecrane]

Well then have some more! This is a continuation of Liz's ficlet; I hope that is okay with both of you

[roxymissrose]

Oh, so good. Any time spent with them is so very good. Thank you for the *lovely* treat!

[carolinecrane]

A treat for me! That was totally unexpected and wickedly awesome. Thank you! I miss these two so much. And I wrote a continuation below; hope you don't mind. (Well, it will be posted eventually, I am still typing them up.)

[cinderlily]

I am just glad you liked it! You are pretty much my Decouteau gateway drug. (That, um, was supposed to be a compliment and is a total good thing but I am ineffectual with the whole... word things ;)) I miss them as well... and there is a distinct chance I will be forcing a large group of people to watch Brotherhood II tomorrow night at my place. It is my favorite "scary" movie and you know, my house, my rules.

Your continuation absolutely rules, and is of course where I can't take it. I am bad with making things ... sexy. Or even mildly hot. But that was hot as hell. Smeared make up and licking his coller bone and .. yes. :D LOVED IT.

[carolinecrane]

And now a treat for you! I just deleted the icon that would be appropriate for this story, and neither of us watch this show anymore, but hopefully you will like this anyway.

~

There wasn't much about their life that was normal.

There wasn't much about being a hero that was normal, and even if there was, Matt definitely hadn't expected to find himself raising a kid with Mohinder, of all people.

He didn't pretend to be any good at it; half the time Molly had to tell them how this whole parenting thing was supposed to work. She'd reminded them to get candy to hand out to the other kids in the building, and she'd nagged them every day until they finally took her shopping for a costume, complaining the whole time that all the good ones would be gone.

But there'd been a surprising selection left, and he'd groaned when she finally settled on the perfect one. He grinned as she raced into the living room and twirled around, holding her cape out behind her.

"How do I look?"

"Like the toughest Superman on the block."

"Superwoman,"

[cinderlily]

This fic made me warm, fuzzy and wistful all at the same time. I cling to my icon in the completely unfounded hope that the dumb writers will bring my family back together. But until then I can just live in a world where these perfect little moments happen and yes. Sweet, and OMG I love Molly and her Superwoman and... <3

I am currently drawing hearts around you and hugging you from roughly 1861 miles away. (I totally just google mapped Phoenix to Knoxville, how much of a dork am I?)

[writingpathways]

And again I eeeee! Awesome.

[ruggerdavey]

*wibbles* Awwww.