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[Fanfic] Suspicions. SuFin and OC: Åland

Suspected

Sweden was very busy, more than normal. In a few months she would marry Finland and everyone was worried about different parts of the wedding: It took care of the church, carpets, and decor while her boyfriend managed every detail of the festive No, touring Europe in search of the best chefs and spirits, but had to promise France a dozen new sex toys for Christmas.

After a nice dinner, Sweden, Finland asked to marry a beautiful diamond ring, a starry night in Stockholm. Still remember those bright eyes and excited to see the ring, crying with emotion. His plan had gone perfectly, and together they celebrated under the candlelight.

But there was another thing that worried him: Åland, the autonomous region of Tino who came to help with preparations for the party. His name is Viktor, and was once under his care, until his wife and son were annexed to Russian territory. Viktor to whom we're called "son", he shared many traits such as language Swedish, glasses or look intimidating, and also had his wife's characteristics, such as hair texture and smooth physics, but what caught his attention were her eyes, a curious mixture of aqua and purple ... so Åland, a combination of Sweden and Finland. region

She has a quiet chamber, hardworking, very polite, but if your mother is about showing your rebeldíay moody, contradicting what they said, disobeying and showing much more intimidating, exploiting the slight difference in height, not as high as Su-san, but higher than

"mamma." did not know why acting like that, but to be autonomous and be under the control of Finland, hopefully see him at meetings of the Nordic Council.

few weeks before all this, Viktor suddenly appears in his place to talk "privately", talking about such intimate topics as what happened Russia's home and why their rebellion, during all those years had matured and was now willing to cooperate to this important event. He said he was jealous of his dealings with Finland, who always looked after him while he stood alone in its archipelago. In addition, Fin would not let him go back to Sweden because he was angry about the "treaty" with Norway. That the city of Moss ... leaving their custody.

Initially, the relationship between Tino and Viktor was hard, repeatedly falling pointless discussions that day was dimming. Åland accedíaa not the simple requests from Finnish and clean the table, picking up the dishes or the like. This manteníaa Berwald with edgy, psychologically preparing for a fight of proportions, a battle that never came. Due

government, Åland Finland spent more time organizing the banquet together and seeing the details

of the bride.

the party's work was in addition to the labors of a nation, and decreased time spent Tino slowly, taking more than a week of involuntary abstinence ... that disturbed him.

And to top it off, wedding costs soar into the clouds, all for wanting a celebration worthy of kings (he had previous experience in it) and had to seek funds elsewhere. Tino was and got part time job at a maid cafe, having to wear a nice dress as a maid for pleasure and enjoyment of the public. Viktor also got a job in the same place as cashier, dressed in a butler and protecting his mother from annoying customers (one of they obviously was France). He was proud of his son, who improved his dealings with the Finn, and he could not help smiling to see him with his uniform. "It looks so much like you, Su-san," he told more than once.

But something began bothering him this: Viktor was very affectionate with Tino, and he could not stop talking about Åland when they were, feeling displaced. Always listened to praise of the young in the few minutes they could join or was interrupted by unexpected calls the child ... it was suspicious.

One day, when the doubts began to gnaw on the inside, decided to talk alone with the region, one of those moments "from father to son." One night he joined the Swedish home, sharing a few beers and some snacks. "It sorpr'ndente

your c'mbio of act'tud with T'no ..." he said without losing sight.

"Every day I know more, I agrada.-modulated one by one the words that let go, sounding somewhat sparse.

- What what t 'agr'da it?

"I liked the tenderness is lindo.-meditated phrases said as he took a little more of his cans. "It's ... good mother ..." he looked away completely ashamed to confess his admiration for Finland .-

Pappa, have good taste ...

Sweden could not help but look at him in surprise. This was too embarrassing.

When he could, watching the footsteps of his future wife and her son, imagining a thousand things to them ... complex Oedipus, betrayal, deception, thousands of words raced through his head, without letting him sleep peacefully. I did not know what to do, maybe it was time to talk to Tino (and incidentally, make love again.)

was Saturday afternoon. The cafe where he worked was closed for desratizacióny Finland as Viktor, had the afternoon off. Berwald Unfortunately no, but she managed to adjourn the meeting with his boss, saying that was a little sick and had to care for your child Sealand. He felt some guilt for what was doing, but should confirm their suspicions. his house came out quickly in the direction of her boyfriend nervous and impatient. He stopped at the entrance doubtful of what would, could not suspect his wife, who kicks ass Russians and able to care for Sea-kun, whom he married ... He saw the door open and slowly opened, releasing the music.

Tango.

Finnish Tango.

Olavi Virta,

Finnish tango king , Tino's favorite. The interpreter of songs of their private moments, the sound that set some of their nights of passion ...

was guided by the music, that they seldom listened Tino because he could not dance alone being replaced by power metal songs except in their romantic moments, where instead of dancing, kissed and loved till you drop.

-Viktor-kun, slowly ... "distinguished the voice of Finland from his room.

- do-well? "I answered unsure. Apparently, it was Åland.

"Okay ... so gusta. me His voice betrayed a certain bustle and excitement. Su-san slowly made a mental image of what ocurría. "Your c-hip ... not so strong ...

-pu'do ... No ..." Let me separate

legs ... just a Slight.-ever was closer to the happy room, "Oh, be careful! - Let out a groan I know more delicate ...

-Only you will be t 'occurs this man'ra hac'rlo and the 'tate that you' ind ... "it was clear that I did not even Åland modular efforts.

Tino "and Viktor were ...? -Frighteners

hard, do not let go ... "End the troubled breathing mixed with the music.

That could not be happening ... his wife and son, doing who knows what. Viktor is too similar to Finland Elya likes this quality, and it was getting dangerous. He took the doorknob and was about to open.

- Viktor, Finland !...- hurts complained of pain.

-Sol 'a p'co more ...

- ends at once, Vik! ... I'm gonna fall ...

-A s you 'you come' sto ... by ... ... acabem m'nos what's ...

- Hold me hard, please! Viktor! Here, leg ... could not get the image that formed in his head ... his wife ... cornered to the wall, naked, blushing, being pleased with his son ... ... moaning

excited to be so close to the peak to the rhythm of tango ... a family secret, being deceived by their own blood. All for not spending a few minutes, for caring more about his work and the party's cause for celebration ... and deliver on a silver platter to a copy of it ... "I

t'rmino ... - Hard, Vik!

The song ends in the moment that the door is hit, leaving Tino see a very feminine pose, leaning on one foot, while Viktor was holding firm at the waist with one hand and held it with the other thigh so as not to lose balance time I leaned back. Something similar to what we imagined, but they were dressed.

Sweden was in shock, scaring Åland. Only

were dancing tango ... but his mind had twisted all these noises and music. Printing, Viktor released in Finland and it plummeted to the ground, hitting head and back. It took a few seconds to react and notice that Tino was on the floor in pain and upset.

- Su-san! We asustaste. "he scolded as he moved levente pain, Viktor Grumbling." Now you see why you should hold tight to your partner ...

-Fin, the perd'name si'nto ... ... no believed qu '... were ... ... "apologized oc'pados while gently lifted from the ground and settled into bed, before the eyes regretful and guilty of the child. Finland was slightly dazed by the blow, so I chose to let it rest in your room alone. Outside the room, faced his son Berwald:

- Åland, what 'ra that there oc'rría d'NTER? - He asked a little confused, but no, less scary.

-Dance, taught me Tango. steps, "he replied with the same look terrifying.

And ... is it's whining?

He hit the calf while rehearsing in the living room ... "He spoke slowly, struggling to modular bien." But he insisted that I teach a few steps ...

fell silent. Everything was imaginacióny product of jealousy. He blamed the music, Viktor, in his absence, the air at all ... she felt guilty, and nothing took away that burden.

Next day:

-T 'no, you tr'je the com'da ... - Sweden entered the room carrying his bride a lunch tray, decorated with a small vase and roses.

-Su-san, thank you ... it was not necessary ... and beautiful detail of flores.-sat to eat, letting out a painful groan. He was quickly attended by the elder, who left the tray on the other side and moved the pillows to sit in comfortable position.

Finland was lying in bed because of the bruises on his head and back, trying to convince Su-san not to worry so much while Viktor cleaned the house and looked after the affairs of the three nations. Was correspondíaa everything that their parents and their own jobs, but refused to wear the dress of her mother.

Berwald did everything possible to maintain comfortable Tino, feeding, giving her flowers and taking care of their analgesics. Sweden had all the recovery time to meet his wife.

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[Fanfic] administrative Day. SuFin + Russia.

Based on a real life, and I thank my fellow students, who unknowingly gave me this idea as we shared on the day of meet the teacher ^ ^

administrative Day

Su-san's singing.

Su-san's singing and does it well, just on this day.

's fun to watch and hear him sing, while moving gently to the rhythm of music. Normally be calm and quiet, but now speaks and sings ... and does it well.

- Do not ti'nes MK Ultra? Or do you Feeling Good?

We get depressed listening to all Muse.

Sorry, whoever gets to hear (or read) this, I have presented, it is rare to do this, but I am Tino Väinämöinen or Finland, and I'm in third Axis Grade Academy, a coeducational school for nations around the world, with different plans to student choice, humanist, scientist specializing in physics, or chemistry ... we do not become what we are by fate, or maybe yes. In my case, I am a third grade student and I chose the plan and physical scientist, Su-san too, but with chemistry, and my friends Den, Isu and North are humanists, in three months ma , s we graduated and everyone leaves the world as a new nation. As I'm Finnish, and I feel very comfortable at this time. You see, today is Wednesday and I'm on the first morning class, we should take Biology Elective with the redoubtable Professor Germania. As a birthday today, took on administrative ... must surely be drinking beer with Professor Rome, who curiously has the day off schedule ...

do

Who will speak? (Or writing) is my best friend and classmate, Berwald Oxenstierna or Sweden, so I'll say the habit of "Su-san." He is very quiet and intimidating ... maybe ... too much, but if you find the time to know, is very good person ... except when she is with Denmark ... the happiest and restless world. They have a strange relationship, and should now be in elective history class, yes, Den is a humanist, while Su-san and I chose science plan. Have you had mentioned? Honestly, I love a lot, maybe not just as a friend, but as a brother or rather ... boyfriend. I never said what I feel for him because I do not know how you can answer. Afraid that I have rejected me.

We are in the room, no substitute teacher, and a guitar amp. Competition is coming Annual International Folk Dances, organized by the academy, where each class must present a folk choreography and reward the top three money for year-end party. As is our last year, my class takes weeks rehearsing the choreography. We did not know what to choose (we are from many countries), until Antonio proposed a very cute English dance, called "Jack." We are partners and we chose the steps. We are a total of eight pairs, and I dance with Hungary. The amplifier also is Antonio, and brought him so we could practice at any time, but as there are several elective class in history, we connect a cell phone and listen to whatever comes. Now it's Muse and so Su-san sings.

Asians have your party apart:

"Hey, why not come Germania? - Asked Korea, while his live Mechita were curious. "I said," Stay at home! "and" Hong Kong quedó. answered sarcastically and the room exploded in laughter. Vietnam was the one who cleared their doubts:

"Today's birthday.

- And how old are you? - Taiwan joined the conversation after playing with her twist corkscrew stranger.

I do not know ... I think a hundred and twenty-five centuries ...

laughs, and again raise the spirits Asians. Always the case, Korea and Hong Kong says something contradicts the original. Vietnam is peaceful until Taiwány comes together to tell jokes and tease fast.

Yao is not in this class, but it is he who brings order when everything is out of control ... or is he starts with the jokes. I think Thailand is the quietest of all. He likes to sing and play guitar.

Suddenly, Norway and Bulgaria reach the room, both humanists ... and do not know what to do in our "class."

- Humanist! Fueraaaaaaa! Turn off the music! "Again" Asian Team "noisy. Only Thailand remains silent while accommodating lenses.

- What are you doing here, Noru-san? - Asked while sitting at the table next door.

"Nothing, I came to see them for a while. We do nothing in the other class-answer monotonously.

"Oh, I see ..." Surely Gilbert is leading the disorder. Once I went to his room to deliver a book that sent the inspector, and Prussia was reprimanded for bringing a chick to the class:

"Teacher, too

Gilbird as awesome to stay out, as great as me. She tried to defend himself, but Rome was already exhausted from their noise and inappropriate comments, and the bird came the room swiftly to chase a pigeon in the yard. "

Ely Bulgaria

leave, to return to Elizaveta, who went straight to Eduard and Raivis disturbing. He carried a camera that are dealing with for the short film visual arts ...

Maybe we could put the music of Eduard, who has some power metal in their laptop. Usually listen to music together because we have similar tastes, but is now making a very concentrated Raivis task. Estonia and Latvia are very good friends, and famous within the academy for their good grades, everything is rosy until it reaches Russia and the bullies, trying to "make one with him." Fortunately, he is with humans and we do not see very often ...

I do not like and Su-san is not, and fought with him once at the time lunch, because I cornered against the lockers propose their "ideas of unification" and kolkoles . I tried to escape, but is stronger than me and took my arm ... I did not realize when I finished a milestone in his arms, helpless.

treated me like a ball, throwing me against the lockers and then against the window of the hall, tried to escape, but his grip was strong ... it was horrible, hopeless. I had heard some rumors about his attitude, but never made the case. I screamed quite scared to feel his body pressing against mine, pressing me with the window ... slowly his hand crept under my shirt, but that sunny day many chose to have lunch outside, very few left inside the building ... no one listened to me, except Ivan macabre smiling, reflected in the glass, but he came Sweden pushed him and he fell, then just remember to Su-san rushing against Ely punched in the face ... they beat each other while I was still state of shock until Ivan got up and fled, leaving my friend with some scratches and his lips stained with blood, if not for Berwald, now Russian territory would be ... still do not understand how you can stay in the academy ... just let him parole. Since then, nothing has been heard gossip about him.

Su-san got bored and decided to listen to music alone. Take your headphones and connect to your cell phone, leaving again in silence.

mujeeeer "Your body ... - The group continues to sing, while Francis starts to harass Kiku.

A Berwald and the music is bothering you. It sounds so loud that hearing aids do not help.

-Baj 'nla ...

Nobody pays attention, that is, only Norway and I listened.

The player changes the cell of the song, and now sounds like "Crimen" Cerati.

-What else ... I can do ... but I forget ... die ... .- all sang again, less Ludwig and Feliciano, they were in another world, a world where all their shared Italian passion as she kisses her boyfriend. That happens every day, but never in class time ... and get used to these scenes so romantic.

And another crime will be .... Another unsolved crime ... shall I cry ... generalized to finish the song. Everyone is happy except my beloved Sweden. He took his things and left the room.

-Su ... "I tried to reach, but just left.

rarely happens, is disturbed and out of place to say something and can not express in words concrete and clear. No one cared about his sudden departure, and I am that one. Way to the door, embarrassed, hoping to find, but almost collided with Belgium, who came running to find his backpack. I look out the door, but no longer, So back to my place, and sit at the table (it's funny, I like to sit at the table, I think that is because it is not so small next to Berwald).

Alfred connect your VCR to the amplifier, showing the video of the concert last year of my classmates. Thailand on guitar, on drums Korea, China (another humanist) on keyboard and vocals, Eduard as a second guitarist and finally Australia on bass ... he's not here for being sick tonsillitis. My colleagues gather around and laugh at seeing the video. That concert was in a neighboring town, and the band was formed in record time, a couple of weeks before the deadline. Ni Su-san and I could go ...

Again disconnect the camera to connect to a cell full of dance music ... no one danced. Make other unusual changes in cellular players, netbooks, etc. Until the singles "Take Me Out" by Franz Ferdinand. Unconsciously

song. Strange a Berwald, and that which has been for a few minutes. The song ends, and begins "Do not worry, be happy."

-And just get Berwald, to rejoice with his face protection.In Holland says, knowing that this will upset Sweden, but did not.

He walks, listening to music, and goes again.

Elizaveta

change the song for which we use for the dance competition, the doorbell rings, and everything is off. I take my bag rapid and leave the room after Su-san, who was already climbing the ladder. As they approached him, he stops abruptly.

-Rus' to ... "seems to gruñera, and indeed I felt as tense as your enemy ... lion to calm Russia down the stairs.

-Sweden, Finland ...

privet. - His smile was hidden under a scarf, exposing the violet eyes filled with cynicism.

-H 'La., simply answer holding my hand and letting Russian. I thought something would perhaps hit or push, but he is not of such thugs. We were about to rise when Su-san turns and goes after Ivan ... it pushes against the wall.

- Su-san, stop! "I see a vase fall and break into pieces, just where was Russia. He was motionless, astonished.

- My vase! - Yao lamented .- It was for my video of Arts-aru! "I looked up, and a first grader ran downstairs. Is Sealand, who was slipped the container, while England was all the appropriate apologies.

"If that child had a little more shot, had fallen right on the vodka drinker, kesesesesesesese ... - Prussia laughed heartily with his bird until scolded Austria. Gilbird supported Roderich and pecked her head at the same rhythm of the blows of Austria.

"Always the protector, Sve ..." Denmark who went down the stairs next to Iceland, we were approached by laughing at the situation. Sweden looked decidedly until the troll from Norway appeared from nowhere and dragged him away.

quedaríaa "I talk to you, but Noru-chan is very jealous and does not want to talk to you .- The aforementioned made a sign and the Dane was crashed to the floor before the watchful eye of Iceland. We did not realize that Ivan had gone without saying word.

Once alone in the locker, Sweden opened his book and looked for the next class ... all looked the vase shattered disbelief of what happened. Had something to say and I have not had the audacity to say it. It's now or never.

-Su-san ... "he was looking for something, you know, it really scared me. I thought it would hurt Russia-san, or worse, maliciously push it ... after the incident ... that the almuerzo.-closed his locker and faced me, making a little shiver. I walked slowly, while mirarlo.-Su ... thanks for protecting me and worrying about everyone, including Russia.-felt like my cheeks were going on and hid in the bosom of Su-san, hug Ndolo hard but only managed to blush more ... When do I hugged him? When Su-san my responsibility? With his arms around me gently back, excited. I kissed a tender and affectionate. We stayed a few seconds and, above all, do not care. The words were too much. Or not?

-Su ... I do not think I told you, but you sing very well ...

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mikiyu_chan @ 2010-09-01T17:56:00

Title: Cake and Tegomass
Pairing: Cahama ... I think the title says it all ... haha.
Ranting: ok, +13? dunno ...
Genre: fuffly, yaoi, shonen-ai, the same old thing .. XD
Disclaimer: TegoMass if I had, they would not be more than halfway around the world, far from me ...
N / a: ( tentativade ) birthday present for Nara! I hope you like it!

Cake and Tegomass

- What are you doing? - Tegoshi jumps a little in fright, only to hear a low chuckle coming behind him.

-Massu! Nis ... I was not doing anything ... - Biting his lips by the sudden pain she felt the blonde is still trying to hide the hand, while turning to face his visitor. - I was just trying to do things ... The countenance of

Massu became serious, making Tegoshi swallow dry. Ok .. Massu became serious was never a good sign. And Tegoshi Massu faces serious, even less. When the eldest took a step toward her, the youngest fell back, taking a step back, until he was trapped between the kitchen sink and Massu.

Oops ... Dangerous and complicated ... And why on earth Massu had to be so absurdly sexy when it became serious, lost that boyish face and revealing the man attractive and irresistible that it really was? He felt his legs fail a little, but managed to keep firm stance, just trying to disguise the chill he felt when Massu strokes her arm slightly, before pulling it in order to better analyze your hand that just cut bleeding a little, enough to make the blood dripping on the floor.

It hurts? - No response, Massu balance his head, his eyes glowing with guilt, apologizing for having distracted the youngest when he could not. - And now ...? - Licking the small wound, Tegoshi Massu continues to face, without looking away for even a second, making the blonde's face flush and his body warm up a bit.

Tegoshi puts a hand that is free to his mouth, biting it lightly. The language of Massu still walking on his injured skin, alternating between licking and sucked delicate small, causing the body to give the newest light trembled, her face completely dyed in red and his breathing gradually becoming breathless. Before things get out of control, pushed the dark himself, his two hands now lying in the muscular chest of Massu, preventing others from approaching.

Before I could ask anything, the blonde raised his collar looked the oldest, smiling.

-It is no longer bleeding. Look! - Showing the hand that was cut, the youngest of the group has fun seeing the features of the dark, that adult shall return to that which all of the big baby accustomed. Saw the other open his mouth and shook his head. - It hurts more Massu, seriously.

Takahisa Yuuya stared into her eyes for a few seconds, both in complete silence, until the eldest is satisfied, finally believing in him, the youngest said, turning to smile as always.

-What are you doing Tesshō?

-Can not guess? - Laughed when the other closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on that wonderful smell that was feeling.

-Hmmm .... - murmured thoughtfully - I know you have something you're hiding that smells deliciously well, but do not know exactly what it is ... - Tried to approach, but was hampered by the newest preventing him anyway, hiding what he had just done. - It will not offer me? - At the face of a puppy begging was present making Tegoshi laugh. - I'm hungry ... Tesshō

-Massu ... Appealing to the face of ownerless dog is not worth! It is cowardice! - The others just shrugged.

-No care if you let me prove what you have there ... - Hugging the blonde smiled, trying to get a peek into the secret that Tegoshi had prepared, without much success.
-Alright, alright! I leave you to prove it! - With a smile that stretched from ear to ear, loose Tegoshi Massu, who finally free, is able to cut and serve Massu.

-A cake? Tesshō ... Since when do you know ... cake? - Was what got
Tegoshi Massu understand the sentence while the other ate the cake with gusto and a huge smile of satisfaction on his face.

-Well ... You said yesterday that it was want to eat cake ... So I figured I had trouble trying ... After all, what could go wrong, right?

-Mas ... Why did you cut yourself then? - Confused, Massu looks at your piece of cake, noting that there was nothing more that would make the new handle something sharp.

-Er ... - Embarrassed, the other began to look away as he returned to clean up the mess in the sink - I also thought it had no problem trying to decorate the cake, you know? Making decorative ... Let's say that part was not as easy as I thought ...

Approaching the youngest, Massu could see the strawberries that were cut and a bowl of whipped cream around. Opening his mouth as if speaking quietly "aah ... understand, "left the now empty plate and fork rest in another corner of the sink, as she hugged the younger by the waist and kissing her cheek, ran his mouth to his ear then.

Arigatou-huh ... Yuuya - Smiled as he shook the youngest in her arms.

-nis was nothing ... Besides the more - has space for another turn and face him - I'm not doing anything beyond what you would know that for me, right? - Smiling accomplices, the two turned the sink, finishing assembling the cake together. After the two were double TegoMass, there was nothing they did alone, right? Not even a cake ...




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Sceletium Tortuosum Ga3

our_paper_smile @ 2010-08-25T03: 05:00

Fandom: The Created (Original). Claim
: Micah / Ashley [incestuous and I find it all (?)]
Prompt: Hands
Warnings: a little lime.
Words: ... huh, I have the counter to hand, then will edit (?).
Notes: is semi-cannon. I notice.


When it starts is like a spark that slips between her lips.

Ashley's hands fly up Micah's hair and trap it, approaching it use whatever. And Micah left his lips just a few moments to outline Retracing his neck, creamy skin of his shoulder and collarbone.

When it starts is like a drug, ecstasy at the beginning, confusion later. Guilt finally, nervous smiles and "I do not have in mind" as to be useless in that situation.

(But they also say out of sheer routine.)



Fandom: The Created (Original). Claim
: Elijah / Zoe.
Prompt: Snuff.
Warnings: profanity * points an accusing finger at Zoe * (?).
Words: idem as above.


-Y ... This computing, have you learned on your own or you have taught?

snuff with a cigarette between his lips and looked skeptical, largely seen Zoe Elias, a friendly smile Elya that asked the question.

- Are you trying to fall well or something?

"Hey ...

"Because of a bitch gives you grief, you know.

And for the umpteenth time Elijah sighs and some patience. Because he knows no other way to relate to Zoe that is not based on tons and tons of patience.


Fandom: The Created (Original). Claim
: Josephine! Central.
Prompt: Red .
Warnings: spoilers death of a character.
Words: idem.


When Dad comes to kill, is red all that Josephine can see.

Hidden under the bed, what you see is red splotches on a mattress that is about his head, dripping blood on his cheek.

is red when the mother's arm falls to the side of the bed and bloody hand comes within its small field of view.

is red in their memories, their feelings red, red in the world. But he also knows that the skin will be red when copper Dad revenge. Someday.

Solar Charger Schematics

our_paper_smile @ 2010-08-25T00: 15:00

Fandom: Supernatural.
Claim: Dean / Sam.
Prompt: Presence.
Warnings: Winchester and fuffly, perhaps.
Words: 979 words.
Notes: Set in the early chapters of the first season.
Summary: Sam has nightmares. And Dean wants to sleep without being awakened by her screams every few minutes. solution? Simpler than the two originally believed.

The nightmares do not stop. Not cease. And somehow that has become a certainty moves in recent months, a certainty that causes concern punctures each While supporting the head with the pillow and closes his eyes.

see Sam again. Back to live everything. Millimeter by millimeter of your subconscious is allied against him to not let him sleep in peace or even six months after Jessica's death.

shy at first is the blood dripping on his cheek, the inevitable frown frown. But then open your eyes and see, see there, pale, petrified, and panic exploded in her chest as dynamite.

- NO! He gasps for air

and incorporated abruptly in bed, looking around disoriented. Back to quickly lift his eyes to the ceiling, but Jessica is not there. It was just another nightmare. Another

...

- Sam?

There is a movement in the other bed sheets and you hear a click flooding the motel bedroom with the mild yellow light from a lamp. Sam's face slowly turns to watch his brother, and knows he can not avoid this betray the panic that keeps running through your veins like liquid adrenaline.

"Dammit, Sam," another time?

swallowed hard and nodded contemplates that. A simple nod, a little bit committed and involved. However, it is unable even to admit that. So back to bed and turns to give back to Dean. It is covered with the blankets up to his neck and shut up, shut up, shut .

-Sam ... "the drawl of his brother is heard again.

"Nothing.

lies. And your lie is so obvious that even he is pathetic.

Maybe that's why he is surprised when he hears a deep sigh and put Dean light again as if opposing abide by this lie without even a little. As if he had surrendered. As if already tired of going after him to ask him to tell what he sees in those nightmares. Somehow, that thought Sam causes a feeling of anguish that is installed in the throat and can not undo or even swallowing.

Suddenly the darkness of the room it is terrifying.

inadvertently starts to tremble.

There is another movement in the other bed linen and Sam wonders if her brother is stirring to find a position more comfortable. Close your eyes tight and try not to think about anything, in his nightmare, in darkness, in ...

note a movement in their own sheets and his heart stops short.

Paralyzed with fear, it takes a split second to realize what happens. That sound of sheets was not Dean looking for a more comfortable position, Dean was out of bed. And he now feels his shoulder is his hand, big and warm, while his brother finished lying on his back and throw back the sheets now on both. About chest to her back, conforming themselves to the position of his body, and remains one, two, three seconds until Sam is unable to remain silent.

- What are you doing? She whispers as if afraid of his own voice.

-Prevent wake you scream again, "he heard growling. On the face of his hair and Sam feels his breath on her neck, bristling hair and electricity.

and understands nothing, but is too stunned to even ask. Dean should notice it, because after a few minutes preset silence, he adds:

"When we were kids it used to soothe the nightmares," mutters walking lightly through his hair lips. Do not you let me in peace until veníaa sleep with you.

That's when Sam remembers. Nightmares. The monsters locked in the closet and witches lurking on the other side of the window. Fear, terror stabbing that Dean had calmed down so many times with his mere presence, crouching beside him in bed and letting it sit there, feeling his warmth and knowing he was safe. It was a feeling I'd almost forgotten.

But now that there have him back again to his senses as if they never left.

spins on itself quickly and bury his face in Dean's bare chest. Arms tied behind him, holding him prisoner of anxiety and Dean notices, sees it in his own skin as if it was shared. Sighs and strokes her hair, camouflaging the tenderness of that gesture with a few more grumbles, complaints in a low voice that both know that will not seriously.

Because Sam has grown too quickly without being prepared, because behind the body of this young university Dean knows that is still hiding a child who is too proud to ask for help, and yet when you have to hand clings to her as if his life depended on it.

So says nothing, not even protest when the arms of Sam's hurt as strong as it embraces. Just stays there with him, without speaking, without gestures of affection, only staying with him until your arms slowly loosen and breathing becomes regular enough to belong to someone who is asleep. Then

when their own arms, which gently squeezed Sam against himself, and when his lips to leave your hair down to his forehead, and then to your lips soft. Kiss slow, warm, as he knows and does not show ever.

Because Sam is not the only kid there proud in Winchester.

Fandom: Supernatural. Claim
: a kind of fake! Dean / Sam, because in reality would be a Trotapieles / Sam @ _ @.
Prompt: Strange.
Warnings: Winchester.
Words: 1831 words.
Notes: Located on Chapter 5 of the first season.
Summary: is just another stupid trotapieles with the appearance of his brother. You should not listen. You should not. (But he does).

When it wakes up the taste of blood stuck to the palate and frustration in the form of sweat dripping on the forehead. The ropes are touching iron when the note tight to the neck, almost severing her breath. But that's not what makes short of breath, or at least not completely, is impotence, bubbling in his chest like a volcano erupting.

One that explodes at the very moment he sees the broad-shouldered silhouette back to him. And any hint of affection is buried, it is certain that this is just one of those stupid trotapieles, a stranger in the body of his brother.

is not your brother.

It is not. ─

Where is Dean?

not see him coming, so intent is to get a response to their own question. And punched him the face turns suddenly and spreads roots of pain in his cheek. His eyes , Dean's eyes, her drilled while Sam tries to recover. E

insists.

The phrase burns inside his mouth, unable to be contained.

Where is Dean? Where, dammit, where? Where have you hidden, you fucking bastard?

The strange laugh, laugh so familiar curving those cheeks and outlining the sarcastic expression that Dean would look ─ never right? phrase slips between her lips ─ ─ I'm Dean and Sam awareness of the mentally thunders again and again. No, no, no. ─

Dean has problems with you, Sammy ─ watching him at length and his eyes darken ─ deep jade. I I have problems with you.

Sam knows not to listen. You should not do, dammit. This is another of many evil, plays with the mind and the people. You should not hear. But it does. And the voice betrays him, emerging from his lips without permission. ─ What

do you mean?

The stranger smiled condescendingly. Dean smiles condescendingly.

─ Do you really want to know?

Sam tries to swallow, but the strings tied around his neck that has prevented it. He feels himself drowning, drowns during a distressing split second, and then gasp again.

The stranger did not take his gaze to interpret as an affirmation. It incorporates high, erect in the middle of the blackness of the room closed. A tower unattainable with the face of his brother, the hard-featured, the gesture seriously. Dean, Dean , shouts his chest. Your head just might silence them.

not speak. No need. Acts. How would Dean. Take your hand back to gain momentum and will release a second punch on the other cheek. Sam feels that it dislodges the jaw bones to shatter and every little bit is driven into the skin from within. It hurts, it hurts like a thousand demons, and gasps for air.

The stranger leans Ely puts both hands on the armrests of the chair he sits at bay. His brother's face glows solid dark just inches from yours.

whispers.

(Sam hates him from the moment he hears it. No hits whisper. Should scream, using a voice as brutal as the blow he had just received. But instead the sound slips between silence and it penetrates sense, invading velvety). ─

Dean hides many things you, Sammy. More than that genius head of yours can ever imagine.

And Sam wants to laugh, want to repeat that has been mocking gesture to the other a few seconds. But the pain lingers, paralyzing, and you have to watch him settle languidly adrenaline while drilling the temples.

─ How do ...? ─ pants without getting the ironic tone he wanted. It is the voice of a dying man that leaves his lips.

One of the lip corners Dean millimeter twisted upward slowly, you can perceive any slight movement of his muscles under the skin. Expected deliberate, deliberate silence. Sam knows that dying and rising with every second that escapes between the fingers. Dean also knows it know. Steel Toes

Cinch it to keep it securely mentóny, but not necessary. The strings are already doing that role. The smell of Dean slaps the senses when his face close to him in confidential air. ─

hates you, Sammy ─ whispers lips just inches from it ─. I envy. Hates you. Fantasizes about the possibility of letting abandoned in the middle of nowhere at the expression ─ frozen in bewilderment Sam, lets out a bitter laugh ─. Oh yes, she does often.

Suddenly, Sam suddenly invades the need for street. Strange that all this street. To stop using Dean's lips to say all that string of ... ... Lie

─ ─ ─ finally gasps. It is a lie.

For a moment Dean's face does not express any particular emotion. Then raises his eyebrows to look skeptical and almost carefree pouts.

─ Yeah, maybe ─ ─ responds to his surprise. Mind your brother is very contradictory, you know?

No. Do not know. And I do not want to know. But those lips are still talking, her breath still impacting against Sam, both hot and cold. ─

Believe me, you die wait to break your face punched base. I die of desire to do it, brother ─ his face becomes suddenly serious, somber, serious ─. Do you know why I have not done yet? Sam

feel a slight tremor seizes his bruised jaw. Try to avoid biting hard, but that does nothing but send whips of pain throughout the area hit.

No answer. Again.

And Dean acts.

again.

In the space of a heartbeat can read the intentions in the eyes of his brother and paralyzed more radically than any drug, any rope, that any curse implanted in bone. In a certain icy breath it goes down the throat, and in a blink their eyes are impacted by what they will present. Because

Dean crosses the distance and presses his mouth to Sam impregnated with fire on the lips.

Fuego. Fire everywhere, peppering every sense of his body aching. Fire & Dean, and hot breath, and breathing Dean entering into each other and expand as a second soul inside gaining strength. Teeth roughly trap his lower lip, large tanned hand that holds the neck and pushes him toward him, toward him, to delirium in sick person and ecstasy. Dean smells, tastes Dean, Dean feels miserable integrated into every particle of his being. And for a moment he feels completely out of it completely collapsed and incoherent as a small child. Your mind screams no, yes, he does not, continue, to stop right now, for the love of God will not let go. Will die from the moment your skin no longer in contact with his brother.

Jade and panting is intertwined with that of Dean as lava against stone. Clumsily tries to move his lips beneath his, and he pressed harder, demanding, authoritarian and unapproachable. They are broken, the cure, bites and caresses, deepens and let the cold oxygen penetrates between the distance. Besa. Kisses like no one has kissed before.

It's crazy.

is sick.

─

is ... Because as much as I hate you, I love you too, Sam.

is ...

¤ ¤

recline the passenger seat of the Impala back, so that almost ended in a fully reclined horizontal. When you support the cheek against the back, it smells like Dean. Everything smells of Dean there. And although he has probably always been true, had never troubled in this way.

His brother (really) looks on askance from the pilot's chair, his jaw tense and ill-concealed curiosity blade of meddling in his eyes. Sam knows that he will soon open her lips and make the favorite question. After all, is not the first time you complete a mission on the verge of death, but it is the first time, even after it's over, Sam is shown thus far.

Hawks. And Sam active each and every one of his mentally alert despite its sleepy appearance.

─ ─ Sammy ... I sleep, Dean.

is no reproach. It is just a neutral statement. Sure that, somehow, it hurts more. Dean would prefer a thousand times it might show angry with him, that kick, that ...

─ Damn, what the fuck you?

... not this . Sam

requires mechanisms of their eyelids closed and his breathing has mentally. A break every two heartbeats. Easy. Can. ─

you hear me? Since we're charged with that trotapieles rare.

Rare.

I wish it were just that.

─ What are you going to tell me or not?

not. ─

Nothing.

Dean snorts. ─

you trying to believe you?

Silence. ─

Hey, kid ... whatever you said the devil, do not listen to him. I mean you. These bugs get into your head and play with you like ... I know

─ ─ ─ interrupted. I know.

Lie. Knows absolutely nothing. But living in oblivion where you would get that silence so sure now craves.

Sometime Dean gives up, because it stops hearing his moody attempts to make him see reason. Return the view to the front and dipped in each of the miles of road that the Impala will swallow as you go along the road. Sam

purses her lips in a thin, tight line. Can live into unconsciousness. You can live in the unconscious, is repeated. You can ... oh, hell. ─

Dean.

escrutantes Dean eyes him askance otean. ─

what extent a trotapieles know the secrets of acquiring skin?

Dean seems meditate for a few seconds, seriously. Finally, after a brief moment of hesitation he replied. ─

only occasional remembrance and sensations of the body surface. But most times the other things they are invented. And being in touch with the thinking of the holder of the skin, their lies are more believable than any other being ─ glanced back at him, and as associations adding your reply in the direction é ; he wants, he adds ─. Why are so dangerous.

Sam smiles languidly.

Dangerous. Yes ... it really is. But not in the sense that his brother thinks.

Es peligroso porque ahora sabe seguro que, por muy farsante que fuera ese demonio, por mucho que le engatusara con sus palabras, que le golpeara con puños de acero y se burlara de él, hizo que una parte de sí mismo deseara que fuera Dean de verdad.

 

Advil Or Tylenol Before Waxing?

mikiyu_chan @ 2010-08-19T17:46:00

Addiction & Chocolate

Ranting: 18 + / Nc-17
Genre: yaoi, lemon

He does it on purpose, I know that. He teases me with those lovely eyes that stare at me pretending to have an innocence that no longer exists. Well, at least not entirely. Not that I complain of this, considering that I was to blame for the loss of pure innocence of it, instead of something that I feel guilty to admit, it makes me feel more proud. His mouth is directed to that drug slowly, her eyes asking me if I'll get fun to watch the scene totally unmoved, challenging me to get this done. Huh, that's what you want then? An endurance challenge? For well, the challenge is accepted and that the best player win. I stare at you with a certain arrogance that does not intimidate you anymore, just enjoy it and forces us to keep us on the bet.

Let the game begin then. Eye for eye, tooth for tooth.

Ah, although I have seen this scene several times, my breath still holds his mouth when the slope at the candy bar: the first in a softer, closing her eyes and concentrating in flavor that invades your mouth, chewing it as he releases a low moan, almost inaudible, and then slowly opens his eyes slowly, calm me staring with the desire clearly visible on them. Maybe you're too much tweaking this technique for my taste.

realize his smile mischievous boy, I feel increasing discomfort, forcing me to me a little fidgeting in his chair, trying to relieve the pressure I feel in a certain part of my body. Funny, but one begins SPRING play on TV, making me laugh inside, because, though you will not be a girl, the lyrics, as well as rhythm, seems to fit perfectly in this moment we met.

Lick slowly your index finger smeared with melted chocolate and put it in your mouth slowly, her eyes fixed on mine, her lips pressing her finger while removing it from your mouth and let his tongue dance seductively for the rest of chocolate in your mã ; Others Oh, let a moan escape my lips and I do not care what you have noticed it. Indeed, until it was more interesting with you leaving your tongue traveling between his lips, like a predator waiting to prey carefully to surrender and bites her lips softly, briefly. But you

cheats on one thing. Tonight you're not a predator, oh no ... This evening you will be my prey, prey beautiful, tempting and tasty that always makes me want to prove it over and over. His addiction could very well be that sweet it is in their hands, but mine is what is in front of me, just poking my lust with such tempting lips lightly covered with a layer of cocoa and sugar, bent into a slight smile, eyes fixed on mine, breathing light, emitting an air of seduction to his back, his body relaxed, lying on the couch, and with his neck exposed. I have to thank anyone who has enabled me to have him here in front of me.

Her eyes deviate for a moment, watching the television that is behind me. Ah, I know this expression. It's that scene, right? Of the two women who dance with me? Secure a laugh and now have an idea. Um, well remembering. In this game we can play the two, is not it? I need not just watch, I can participate. It is now that we will shorten the game. Ready? I hope not. I like to catch him off guard.

His attention soon turns to me when I move note. First cuddle up the collar of my shirt, as if he had expanded, no biggie. After começoa down fingers unbuttoning the first button. His eyes try to disguise his surprise, but you just forget the fact that I know him very well and I know you're lying or hiding something from me. Although in this case just makes no U.S. able to hide my smile of satisfaction. This time you stare at me with an expression of who understood and provides everything. Tsk, what a pity. I would love to surprise him a little longer. Not that I have disappointed me. As I see ending unbutton my shirt, I follow his hand smeared chocolate on his back down, dirtying it and stopping only when it comes to jeans dark blue, which, incidentally, is the only part that is wearing.

Bent eyebrow and I see my gesture being copied, like you're challenging me to continue. Can not hold down a laugh. So this is not it? I take my belt and their eyes lock on my hands without blinking once. Got your attention, right? Well, you see what I can do. Slowly I unbuttoned my pants, put on my clothes leaving the low red, making you lick your lips instinctively. I come to you a little dancing. Despite having left no word from our lips, send me your eyes all you feel, and that to me is enough for now. I lean on you, but without resting it, leaving you more and more impatient. I already know who will win our bet.

I dare let my tongue slide down her neck, feeling the sweet taste ingrained in him, biting him lightly, but yet not allowing more contact than this. Oh is it just me or your breathing is becoming accelerated mismatch? Bite gently on the lobe of his ear and a mild gemido pode ser ouvido. Como amo esse som! Não sei por que você ainda o segura, impedindo-me de ouvir mais. Acha que me incomoda ouvi-lo de modo tão suplicante? Crê que isso não me estimula? Ou será que eu estou enganado? Faz isso por saber que o provocarei ainda mais? Se for assim, não posso deixá-lo esperando muito, não é?

Seguindo a trilha que você mesmo fez, vou lambendo cada parte de seu corpo que está coberto por este doce, aproveitando para dar umas mordidas (algumas leves, outras mais fortes) também. É uma pity you can not score ... How would love to put down my teeth until you feel a faint taste of iron and then see the bruise to remind you always of me. And of course, remind others that you already belong to someone, for no one but me is allowed to play it the same way I do now. You know that, do not you? Although often tease me by giving more attention to others while neglecting me on purpose.

-Tomo ...

I swear that no one ever said my name in a tone more sensual than you. I think you're the only one who can make me shiver all just moaning my name that way down, almost a sigh, but with a slight tone of despair, agitation. Bite gently on his belly while I finish opening your shorts go up towards his face, contemplating it for a moment before kissing him, uniting our urge to feel each other, our passion the, lust, and most of all: our love. Our tongues entwining in a dance that we know all the steps by heart, where the pace varies from slow to hectic, in our world only, without taking care about anything else that happens around us. Oh, my addiction without end.

feel his hands on his neck, my neck in an affectionate gesture even though we are possessed by lust. Bite your lower lip slightly, sucking him gently to go back to soon we kissed. My hand is playing with the edge of her underwear, going over a certain volume, petting, no pressure, no nothing. I hear you grunt in protest but ... We did not bet on resistance? Will give up so much already? If I was a little more sadistic, would beg for more, would want to hear your voice in my ear beg tens thousands of times, and still does not relieve you so fast. Exciting that thought, no? It's a shame I never have the strength to make it real. Only see the supplication in his eyes makes me give up and give it all I ask. Once you accused me of spoiling him too much, and I must admit that now has the full right. But then, how could I refuse something? That abominable thought! Even more with you, a person who should have everything you want at your feet ...

-Tomohisa ... Please ...

As was made clear earlier, denying a request from him? But that does not mean I can not play a little bit before I give you anything he says? I press my hand a little, making a light caress, I hear you moan while smiling satisfied. But wait ... Our game is just beginning. And I'm not a little to make it complete. Oh no ... It is too early and it's like they say: The night is a child. Kiss your pescoçoe go down a bit, alternating light kisses and sucked in his chest, nipples, belly. I stop and I stare mischievous smile just to see me smile to match. Hmm .. I think hurting a little bit of you today, I can not? You will leave as always leaves, I know. Kiss your member for his cloth that still covers you just to hear you hold your breath for a brief moment. My hands hold the edge of his underwear while kissing and I sucked in a light most interesting part. Her back arches a little dab, but enough to let you know how much agitated.

As if I cared what he was doing, começoa pull his underwear down, smooth motion, I hear you laughing as low demand, but behaved in a way so that their punishment is not very prolonged. Impatient? But now? A bit too fast not? And we're still in the first dish to be served this evening ... Without warning, take it in my mouth, almost making you scream in a mixture of pleasure and surprise. We are lucky that you are able to manage well. Would not like it one bit to have our fun stopped for someone concerned about knocking on our door. It would be as well known as that phrase ... How was it? Ah yes. "From good intentions, hell is full." Yes, I believe this is the correct term to use. But I will not digress too much, not when I have more interesting subjects to be cared for here.

leave my tongue wander through his member, sucking the tip, giving soft kisses and then put it back all in my mouth, massaging it with my tongue and making those famous moves back-and-forth . Her back the maximum that can arch your hands and cling to this sofa so strongly that I do not know whether it will survive another night like that ... our Well, we needed to replace the furniture anyway ...

My hands hold you by the waist, preventing him from falling sharply from the couch and then I think will leave marks, but is not important and you do not care for it, but if you called and just a moment like this, I would be very concerned to know what pleases you do not like you deserve. With a little more movement and a light sucked, I feel his pleasure filling my throat, forcing myself not to swallow too big a mess in the room.

kiss her forehead and shot a few strands of hair soaked with sweat that hinder their vision. Ah, the vision is what I now see you gasping for breath, flushed face, swollen lips parted body covered with sweat, legs slightly apart from each other ... Tell me, is there any other sight more exciting than this? I think not. I could not handle it if there was another. Only you is enough for me and more than I could ask for. I am confused for a moment to follow his gaze that is fixed to a drawer, but when it falls on me to understand, river softly kissing her cheek.
-
are voiceless?

Your smile is open and affirming his head, continues to look at the drawer, without even looking at me. Now this is so then? Okay, I can punish you after ... I open the drawer and did not disappoint. Withdrawal of the small tube there, coming close to you, giving a kiss on her belly before looking at his face and whisper if you're ready. With a nod to his retreat his jeans and his underwear, smiling on his slight embarrassment. Still amuses me to see you so ashamed, after all we've done at this time we are together. But is it that keeps the charm, and is something that I would never complain.

I settled all over you, kissing your lips as I open the small tube and spread your content through my fingers, then moving into its hole, without penetrating it, massaging and just listening to you moan softly while trying to match my kisses. I press my finger a little more and his brow furrows in discomfort when you invade my finger, then her expression changed when the movement, his eyes closing, his mouth agape and panting increasing the pace when I insert another finger. Kiss your neck when you finally put my third finger, waiting a moment while you get used to be able to move them.

You force your eyes to remain open while you rub my fingers in and out of you, and know what you're trying to tell me and I disagree with a nod, kissing his forehead and whispering sweetly in his ear: "Do not worry about me. Just focus on feeling loved. I know I'll be rewarded later, now relax. " It's amazing how even in this position where I probably would not be able to think about anything, you still care for me, at my pleasure too. How can you worry so much about others and neglect? That must be what makes me want to pamper you more, do you worry more about you.

You hold my face between his hands and brings me close to her, just to kiss me in a maddening way, a sign that you're more than ready. And who am I to deny you the next step when you ask me like that? Retiro my fingers and stand, his eyes seem to anticipate this with a huge hunger, increasing the desire between us. I have you in just one move, forcing you to arch your back as much as I can while I can hear my moaning join her, a voice that I believe has come to the ears of neighbors, but it is not ; to intimidate us to stop.

After a moment still, heavy breathing, I feel you moving timidly, giving me permission to continue, which I do gladly. The thrusts are becoming increasingly fast, strong, and we continue at this pace for quite a while until you começoa masturbating with one hand free, groans are heard loud and intelligible but I can not learn if they are mine or yours. His voice repeating my name so many times a song is what my ears love to listen and never sick. After so many strokes, so much despair, we reach the climax, happy and tired, lying on each other until my energy back and let me get off of you.

"I think I won that bet. - You laugh and go off of you, helping you to get up and walk to the bathroom.

-I am not sad to lose anyway. - Smile and then I stare seriously worrying you a bit. - What? Has something happened?

"You'll have to promise me you will only eat chocolate when you're alone Kei ... - You laugh at my answer and I pretend to be outraged - Seriously! Imagine if I had to deal with an erection in public? That humiliating! Do not be so bad to me ... Keller - Kiss your cheek while you pretend to be thoughtful.

-So we have a problem ... Chocolate is an addiction of mine, you know? - River quietly agreeing.

Yeah, I have serious problems ... - Approaching me you whisper in her ear and satisfied smile to see you crawl by proximity - the way ... You know what My addiction? - See you in the head and continue to deny - you!

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Fotos De Mulhers Nuas

our_paper_smile @ 2010-08-18T12: 05:00

Fandom : Original ("Los Creados")
Claim : General.
Reto: nº1. Oraciones.


Claim: Jodie&Micah.
Prompt:  Patines.
Words: 100.
Notes: Pre-canon .

Micah could not skate. Not even close. In fact, even knew how to play soccer, swim or run more than five minutes without ending up exhausted. And it had plenty of six years old. It was an awkward boy, sucker, a disaster. However, the day the Police Cadet Jodie saw him come home with new skates, light in the eye and "Jodie, Jodie! Show me, please "began to think Micah may not really looking to learn to skate every time I took her hand and dragged into the garden to her attention.

Claim: Zoe! Central.
Prompt: English.
Words: 100.
Warnings: profanity. In short, the language of Zoe (?)

When Zoe Zoe is attacked. Virus-Z is.

Virus-Z is like a plague. It gets inside your computer and spy your movements. A song in English sounds in your headphones, and she chews gum and mint cliclea the mouse several times. Click, click, click . Virus-Z attacks when he does so from the shadows, but is more lethal than any weapon loaded. Discover, learn, fun in the solitude of his basement and boom. One click. All your files are gone to hell and crippled an entire technology team with a fucking click.

This is Zoe.

Claim: Derek / Elijah if you have imagination.
Prompt: Neck.
Words: 100.
Warnings: a little blood out there.

Elijah gasps and covers her neck with his hands, the deadly wound that will not stop bleeding. Pants and vision is blurred at times. Want to scream, but just get whisper.

-De rek ... ...

Derek poses a hand on the forehead, spreading her wet bangs. "It's

good, boy. Relax. Will cure you.

But will they?

The man turns his face to the door of the infirmary, which still overlooks the medical team. Snorts and for the first time in twenty years feels that impotence is such that it would again be able to use his power.

Claim: Micah / Susan [cannon! Pairing, JA!; D]
Prompt: Dawn.
Words: 100.
Warnings: fluffy.

Susan

sometimes wondered what would happen if everything was different. If I was a little more beautiful and have beautiful brown hair that you of before starting chemotherapy. He wondered what would happen if he could go beyond those four walls of the hospital, if he were to see each morning without having a window in the middle. Again she probably would. It would be normal.

But he would not have known him.

And while tickles Micah to give small kisses on the neck, Susan can only conclude that if that happened it would not be half as happy.

Claim: mild Micah & Ashley and Derek / Ashley.
Prompt: Ice .
Words: 100.
Notes: Ashley has left me a little OoC, worrying her about her line and Derek u_u.''

"I want ice cream.

-No. Micah puts

face of abandoned puppy, that which is given as well to do.

-Minty.

"Do not.

Opt for a new tactic.

"I let try a little bit.

"I'm on a diet.

could not help put her eyes.

"Yes, of course. If you lose more directly disappear-grumbles.

-Sh.

Last chance. Micah out the artillery heavy.

"I speak well of you to Derek. Then Ashley

stays completely still in the middle of the road, mentally counting to take what you just heard. And a single sentence, almost shy, emerges from her lips almost without moving.

- Would you ...?

Claim: Elijah / Alexia.
Prompt: insecurity.
Words: 100.
Warnings: Spoilers involved.

Sometimes Alexia Elias observes from afar.

sometimes allowed his face look small, childish, which does not correspond to the mature character of its owner. Sometimes it is found unable to look away from her figure as she enters the training room and start practicing aim at any specific targets for it. And swallows that she does not like to be one of them.

That, in fact, never wanted to be an enemy of Alexia.

And knowing that eventually it will inevitably be can only fill insecurity.

Claim: the trio Micah & Ashley & Elijah * rolls eyes *
Prompt: Sense of humor
Words: 100.

-Os are you laughing at me.

Ashley look both angry. But Micah and Elijah as tested only outline the expression of innocence.

"Do not, woman. Do not be paranoid.

-Hmf ... "mutters. She turns and follows his own.

then start again. Micah grins at her and Elijah sneak covers her mouth to keep from laughing at any time. Attempt. After five seconds the two are roaring on the floor.

Ashley snorts and gives a little kick that is closer, which is be Micah.

-Menudo your sense of humor ...

Are Plug In Air Fresheners Safe For Pregnancy

our_paper_smile @ 2010-08-18T01: 03:00

Fandom: Heroes. Claim
: Sylar / Peter.
Challenge: No. 69 (bonito, the shtick, eh? [?]) . Unnatural disaster.
Warnings: lime a little too soft. Slash. Spoilers for the penultimate episode of the fifth season of "The Wall.
Words: 1140 words.
Summary: On there are numbers that start progressively losing meaning. Are viewed obliquely, are "Leave him alone, Peter. We caught " and are things that a normal situation would not. No feel. Not even arise. But that's not a normal situation and that world is definitely not normal.
Notes: OoC has left me. I know. I can feel it. Call X (?)

Two

weeks, three days and fifteen hours.

roams the streets with their hands in the pockets of his frayed jeans and at times looked lost at times uneasy through each portion of the city as if expecting to see someone still appear on field of view at any time. Assailed moments of apathy, euphoria, gives up and gets up again. Again and again. As a sick roller coaster that can not control. Sylar

usually seen from afar when that happens. The cold is still beating in his eyes, contempt swarms in every corner when sharing a room. Sometimes you discover laughing under his breath as if the air would have brought a private joke that Peter does not understand. Or maybe. And that's what makes it so humorous. Understand that Sylar laughs it.

a month, ten days, two hours.

Surrender is gaining ground, but aúny and move on. Only now are shorter expeditions. Before I could spend days without food or rest, just walking by the New York asleep for signs of life. Now most of the day is spent on top of a skyscraper looking without seeing the sky will not attend busy street movement, flashing lights of the city or voices of anonymous crowds under him ;.

Sylar is also changing. He no longer looks of contempt directed mockery or silently. It seems too tired even for that. The day before he spoke. He asked forgiveness.

And Peter can ensure that there had been so angry for months.

six months, twenty days, eighteen hours.

speak.

have begun to do so. Peter could not tell if that's good or bad. Probably the latter.

And is that Sylar is a problem. Is an aggravating problem which already are involved. With pessimistic thoughts that inevitably, at times, it spreads. For its apathy, its Peter, leave it, no way out of here . For your damned presence and remind a truth not want to hear.

If you look, Sylar that conveys with his eyes. If silent, the words float in the air between them and Peter can not quell much we may strive to leave the mind blank.

again.

Peter, let it.

And Peter does not want to quit.

One year, six months, twelve days, two hours.

Sylar begins to cease to be Sylar.

Sylar laughs sometimes absently, but apex and mocking. Sylar seems to speak to the silence each time raising his eyes to heaven with eyes gently closed and let nonexistent wind touch your skin. Sylar tries to understand and keep quiet when he needs it, Sylar guess the things I say before leaving his lips. Sylar smiles. Sylar. That can not be Sylar.

Who then?

is curious. I would say that almost (almost) likes him.

Three years, two months, twenty days, ten hours.

Sylar often joke about his future there. Saying what they do. What will they do when they run out of conversation topics. What the hell will they do with what remains of your fucking life together. Sylar

often says things about The Pillars of the Earth while both are lying on any roof watching a sky that always follows the same process. Bright blue, dark blue, sunset orange, black, and the process begins again. There may sail planes, no interference, no one will ever interrupt.

A Peter often wonders if Sylar is aware of that.

Probably. More than himself. So it seemed almost distracted when that day while lying on the roof, has come close enough to support her cheek against his shoulder and breathing on his neck with the lightness of who is on the verge of sleep , o.

know that no one interrupted. Not only Peter himself.

Four years, seven months, fourteen days, six hours.

Sometimes looking for Sylar. Sometimes Peter was looking for him.

Sometimes the touch of your hand is rough when you feel on the neck, settling there as if you just continue checking if it is real. Other times it's electrifying. Other less ─ ─ is warm and comforting.

earn many times is electrifying majority.

Sylar is a patient person. Do not know if it has always been, but at least the years it has been locked up there have been a patient person. But when the power is unleashed, this quality fades into the air. Sylar knows

a black coffee with a remote point of cocoa. A sleepless nights with the night air seeping through the open window. A conversation in a low voice, to gaze observers, it seems so faint smiles that can take a breath of wind. Sylar is strange. Inaccessible. As if, however much broken through to the last particle of his being with every kiss, not really do more to get away and contemplate from a distance to be aware that it can disappear at any time.

Peter does not like thinking about it. In

may disappear.

sure that half of things here would not be as entertaining if he leaves.

has lost count of how many days are locked up there. Maybe it's been five years now. Maybe not. Not sure.

But another thing we do is completely safe.

Sylar arms, strong and possessive, tied around with a need so strong that at times it seems that not even care to hurt. Soil against which Peter has the bare back is mortally cold. More when comparing the contrast with Sylar's body above him. Arch your back and every part of your body piercing come in contact with the skin of Sylar. Sylar collapses face in the crook of his neck and shoulder and bites, sending more shock to your nerve endings. Electricity, heat, oxygen suddenly scarce and can not take from another site other than the lips of Sylar. Breathe on them and smell like anticipation.

Today the wall has been broken for the first time when the hammer has hit Peter against it.

And likewise, knows that part of himself has broken through that wall that kept them locked up there, outside of a more complicated and inexplicable that he already had provided an there.

not fair.

Damn, is not fair.

But can not say that out loud, it would be improper. So hit back furiously against Sylar's lips "to kill the words is unable to speak more than thoughts.

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our_paper_smile @ 2010-08-17T22: 27:00

Fandom: Original ("The set")
Claim: a kind of Micah / Alexia Alexia enough! Central.
Warnings: none.
Words: 280 words.
Notes: is pre-cannon, when Alexia had not lost his memory and had become Ashley.
Summary: Alexias Because there are two, two people living inside that girl. The university has always been mysterious to her friend childhood ... and kills more perfect than the world has seen ever.

Tension breathes, feels, is a vibration in the skin burning is in the form of drops of sweat on the forehead and mouth dry. Adrenaline punctures are concentrated in the temples, members that sometimes seize up and send you more adrenaline. Micah

should be accustomed to that. But the truth is that it is not.

Escondida on the other side of the door seeking through, Alexia seems oblivious to all those feelings characteristic of the moments before the mission. His eyes, fiercely cold, is fixed on the wooden door and reload his Beretta with a dry hand gesture. No talking, hissing. Do not look, I feel.

- Ready? Micah

deep breath, shaking of the few trails of insecurity that still burns the veins. Nods and brow of Alexia pucker for a split second.

then begins. His eyes change and ceases to be Alexia, the childhood friend, the introverted and sensible girl, the mysterious college that few know anything else you name it. Alexia becomes the killer. The leader of the Order. The warrior. The winner.

was pushed back for more space, and a sharp kick down the door check. Without hesitation, without thinking any longer than necessary, enters the lion's mouth and before he has even set foot inside the room, and begin to hear gunfire and screams agonizing. Alexia

has begun. And Micah knows that will not stop until destroyed if any at all. Because

Alexia has never learned to be defeated.

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our_paper_smile @ 2010-08-17T22: 08:00

Fandom: Original ("The set")
Claim: Derek! Centric may also be interpreted as Derek / Ashley.
Warnings: none.
Words: 200 words.
Summary: Women. Beautiful in its essence, beauty personified and descended to earth from the paradise. Derek is one of the few who can appreciate the full extent. Even those who create their own and incoherent mind of man defeated.

seen through the cigarette smoke, that expands into spirals as a second layer of oxygen gray level between them.

the notes. Perfect in the distance, fleeting and ephemeral as a mirage. The tips of short red hair gleaming in the low light of outbreaks of the bar, sees the outside looking skin every time she rubbed his arm, unsure. The stranger looks at one side, his back to him, and then another. As if searching for someone. Emerges the relief of his lips melted into the darkness and looks like it bites them nervously. Is restless. Is undecided. That's not your environment, that is not their world. Clear what every little gesture, every expression that angel face so out of context.

Derek takes the cigarette to his lips and gives a slow drag, feeling snuff drug spread into his chest like an elixir of life. Flashes and she has disappeared, it was merged with the night. Not surprised. It is the first alucinacióny not be the last.

, however, is the first portrays his mind as true and perfect beauty.

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our_paper_smile @ 2010-08-17T12: 46:00

Fandom: Original ("The set")
Claim: An Elijah / Mimmi pretty sick.
Warnings: torture and some gore, strong content.
Words: 450 words.
Summary: Mimmi destroys, injures, maims with just the touch. But Elijah can do something much more painful than that enter your mind, your memories, and echártelos in face like knives.

is breaking. Mimmi

this intuitively. I see. It breaks every time she passes her delicate fingers through your skin and broken, broken cells, tissues inside, breaking its very life in the most painless as possible. Because it is more fun. For this is the torment of their eyes shining Masy makes it beautiful.

-Miriam ... gasped in a voice bordering on appeal.

female hand at that time was stroking the skin of the forearm, suddenly clinging to him in a grip of iron and sends a very strong shock to your body. A chilling echoes in habitacióny crunch Elijah cries. We just broke the bone. "I've

Mimmi said my name. Mi-mi says with a grimace of child reproach. About her lips to his ear and whispers against the lobe while the boy's brown hair tickled her cheek. Will the genius head of yours to remember ...?

Elijah does not answer. You can not. All your concentration is reduced to close his eyes tightly, and try to saw teeth than any cry of pain escape from his lips. Knows what her captor wants. And it will not pass so easily.

Mimmi's lips with her laugh ear and walk through his cheek almost lovingly. Down his neck and kisses are playful, like a teenager infatuated with the guy on duty. Elijah

swallows and solidifies a strange determination in his blue eyes.

"Do not call Mimmi-replica in a whisper. Your name Miriam Jane Wood and you have twenty-one. Your father left you when you were your mother beat you Pequena. At school, boys chasing you after class and you locked in the bathroom for toquetearte. Once exceeded, and killed them. That was your first murder, a faint, faint and forced smile spreads across his lips marked Elijah blood. And now you're thinking that every time you touch a guy and you prepare to die quietly honor your revenge on those bastards. Is it so, Miriam Jane ...? For a moment

Mimmi remains perfectly still, understanding what Elijah is saying without words by telling his own life this way. She is not the only one here who can use his power against him. But

to be the only one who will use it to kill.

So pressed his open hand against the cheek of Elijah and at the same time he cries, a brutal red flowers emerge from his skin as if he'd been shot right there and splash your face blood.

Discomfort After Period

our_paper_smile @ 2010-08-17T12: 17:00

Fandom: Original ("The set")
Claim: Derek / Jodie.
Warnings: none.
Words: 633 words.
Summary: Policíay are delinquent. They are cat and mouse. A cat on alert, fierce defender of its territory, and mouse with much experience in life to fall into the game forever. Jodie is something that is very present every time he opens his lips to contact Derek.

Derek follows the movement of those delicate hands while its author is an oiled cloth for weapons. One by one. Methodical, focused, hardworking. When finished, the will aside on a small white cloth on which shine as bright jet objects.

know that the young inspector is very aware that it has an eye on it. But either do not care, or want to pretend it does not. So go on, go about their business in silence, as if he were alone in the orderly room of the Fort.

spend five minutes longer until it worthy to open the lips. And when it does, only to whisper a short sentence.

- Are you using your power? Derek

benevolent smiles.

- Why do you ask?

know why you ask. But aúny well, wants to hear it.

failed attempt. Jodie is not one to show weaknesses easily. Snorts and reload the gun he had in his hand at the moment with a look dry and rough. Almost threatening.

"You limit yourself to respond.

Derek closes his eyes slowly. He warned. Oh yes, they did. "Do not be infatuated with the police." His character as hell. Too bad they forgot the detail that he likes women as well.

"You know not, Jodie. Do not use my power for years. At least consciously. Jodie

snorts sarcastically.

-consciously ... "repeats like an echo of the man's words. It is a moment in silence, biting her lower lip painted in crimson, and opens his mouth as if to say something, but then closes immediately. Derek

encourages a gesture of the eyebrows. Jodie And finally surrenders.

"It's just ... I feel ...

- Intimidated?

"No, no. Drawn-remuga reluctantly, as if it were a type of crime. When you're in the same room. It's something immediately.

Suddenly both are much more aware of the ticks of the clock in the room. One, two, three. Three ticks until another sound reduces all possible concentrations of these in it.

Jodie's laughter.

- Do you know? If you were a potential threat from my point of view because they belonged to the mafia ... well, maybe even start something you would raise me.

Derek raises his eyebrows in a silent and calm expression of surprise. However, not responding that. And Jodie notices.

- Will not you say anything?

The man sighs.

"No, I think. Jodie

purses his lips into a thin line, but says nothing. Back to you and mentally reviewed every inch of metal surface to the cloth covers with every gesture. Concentrated. Concentrated. Because otherwise the dreaded feeling of humiliation for confessing something and not having received an affirmative answer, the re-invade. Another sigh

by Derek. Jodie is forced to ignore. "Do not

say anything, Inspector Andrews, because I have no "if not" add to my sentence. I would start something with you at the precise moment that you let me breathe the same air without feeling like a traitor-rise heavily from the chair he was sitting, and cigarette smoke followed by the room as quiet step is aimed at toward the exit. Believe me, the aura of your feelings has not stopped oozing guilt from the moment I have spoken.

And after opening the door out of there and closed again, disappearing like a mirage of imagination. Jodie

is static in the solitude of the vast habitacióny for a few seconds can not remember how to breathe. Then blinks, regaining mobility in his face, shakes his head and rubbed the gun more strongly with the cloth.

concentrated, focused ... concentrated.