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* sigh of relief *

Yes this post is basically Scazzi that nobody reads, but I wanted to write xD
I am extremely happy to be able to finish at least a combination to the table bingo_italia , which is assumed to be impossible to tell the truth: D and I hope to write about other promts *_____*

Right now I think I'll take a break until the Christmas holidays, the end of the quarter and the last question and the tasks they're taking me to madness. AAAAHHHH! Stupid teachers inept that waste time and always do so in three weeks all the votes have written, oral, written for the oral and oral to written in all subjects. These days are intractable and except for three stories on QAF, I have to admit I like how they came, even my writing suffers, and pulled out even more horrible than usual. I hope that with the relaxation also the inspiration comes, damn it! Also because the ideas are there, but no ... I do not know ... missing word XD The first thing I do, no doubt, will post a new chapter of Blood Oath, why do not I have absolutely no intention of leaving it in half. I started with a very specific plot in mind and I intend to finish it ... I'm just a little erratic, that's all ^ ^''

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Upside - Round # 2

Title: Upside - Round # 2
Party: 2 / 2
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester.
Paringa : Dean / Sam
Rating: R +?
Words: 1448 (W)
Genre: Angst , romantic (?)
Prompt: Drunk bingo_italia
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean belong to those who created them, and unfortunately I am not one of those xD
Notes: Collachio We believe more or less in the first season or so, but in general is far-fetched xD
Finally there was also the second part ... but perhaps it was better not happen xD I hope you appreciate the \u0026lt;3

Dean spends all the next morning looking for Sam, neglecting the hunt for the demon that has brought in that horrible town. Nails when suddenly sees his brother's high profile stand out among the people on the sidewalk. Dean drops quickly from the car and called him. Sam not running, although it certainly has heard. The more angry snorts and runs after locking the arm.

-What do you want? - Ask Sam, jerking his arm away from the wall of his brother.

-Take you to the motel, to finish this damn game and get out of this place .- Dean sincere answers, ignoring the poisonous tone in which he had been asked the question.

Sam raises his eyebrows and glances of defiance. -What! You do not want to see your girlfriend? - Says, feigning surprise. It is at this point that Dean lost patience again.

-Stop with this story! Of People are dying here, Sam, and you put the first woman to make jealous. What the fuck you not care if I fuck you or another whore?! -

Of Passersby are shot by Dean scream, some giggling and some old woman looks at them puzzled. Sam's face turns red, clenches his fists and teeth, and a fraction of a second after that Dean has closed the mouth, the knuckles of his right hand up against the mouth of his brother, which ends on the ground. Dean put his hand to his mouth and watch his fingers covered with blood, then looks up at his brother, breathing heavily, raising and lowering the shoulders, as if he had run a marathon, and then lower it again on his fingers.

-You are crazy .- incredulous whispers, loud enough to be sure that Sam will feel.

He rises from the ground and rushes to get into the car. Press the foot on the accelerator pedal without looking back even once.

Sam instead follow the black car with his eyes until it disappears around the corner, then looks at his hand in pain for having butted against the hard bones of the skull of Dean. Maybe it's crazy. But definitely not a whore. And it hurts to know that when he thought Dean considers him such.

*

After two days, fuckin 'quarantottore where Dean has no news of Sam. The crazy thing is likely to do so. Once the lip has stopped throbbing with pain and anger has diminished, he called to the phone, one, two, three, ten times ... After hearing the phone ring vacuum once again declined. But, hell, for when I get Sammy to be idiot-and it has become-and how his little brother and always has to take care him. It 's normal to be worried, right? Who sat up every time he hears footsteps outside the door of the room? Steps that fail, much to the chagrin of Dean, surpassing the wooden door of their room. The all seems a painful flashback a few years ago, when Sam had left after a stupid fight with my father and had not returned any more. The idea that it can ricapitare, who might lose his family again, Dean is unacceptable .

three o'clock in the morning stop hoping that Sam will do live that night, but is prepared to go to bed very slowly. When out of the bathroom, wearing an old torn shirt and shorts on the neck, it hangs. Is anyone out the door. It recognizes the sound of a key that is stuck in a bad way in the door and it's turned evil and too forcefully. The man who is trying to get cursed and Dean, with enormous relief, recognizes the mouth of Sam. Now he must decide whether to give him only so many kick ass make him turn purple or embrace him. He takes a stand at the door, legs slightly apart, arms crossed and looking grim, probably at that moment is the spitting image of their father ... - Sam and expects to open the door. When he finally succeeds, Dean only has time to notice the bright eyes and red of Sam, her lips moist and to understand that his brother is drunk, why then is pushed violently against the wall and immobilized by the weight of his brother pressed against him.

-Sam, what the fuck are doing! - Dried exclaims, trying to push it away with discharge results.

-You have to listen to me ... - Sam mutters, with the typical spoken drunk.

-Maybe when you're sober, eh .-

-No! - Thunders the child directly into the ear of Dean. -You have to listen to me now, fuck .-

Dean resigned sighs and relaxes against the wall, hoping that the elbow of Sam, who knows how to press against his sternum, the face just as well not resisting. Sam claws the edges of his shirt with his fingers and buries his face in the crook of his neck. Dean is puzzled, not knowing what to do.

-Why do not you understand? - Sam whispers, her voice broken.

remain silent for a minute, the blond confused, unable to utter a word and the child breathing plane on Dean's neck and moves his fingers on the cloth worn the shirt of his brother.

-Did you fucking .- He finally says, raising his head to look Dean in the eye.

Sam's hair is tousled, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted and his eyes pleading ... Dean can not help but find it beautiful.

-I know Whispers .- Major, realizing idiocy of the response only when it was too late.

No, you do not know! - Geme Sam away from him, finally leaving him free to move.

But Dean remains motionless and confused.

-not what you think! - Sam opens his arms and looks bored, reading the confusion in the face of his brother. "It is not a physical thing ... it is ... ... - Storch mouth and looks away, as if searching for words not found among the furniture of the room. -It 's this - he finally says, putting a hand on her chest and placing the open palm over the heart. -You got me fucked up here .-

If Dean was not so much upset, burst out laughing because of the stupidity of the words of his brother, but she fixed her eyes wide.

-I love you, Dean .-

And more then knows he must take a decision: either he does pass out by dint of kisses or slaps so deeply that take your breath away. In his mind is fully aware of what he wants to do, and what scares him enough to keep him rooted to the spot. Sam comes close to him again, time is slowly, steps, even if shuffling measured. Dean takes the necklace in his hands-the same series that gave him so many Christmases ago, as a silent thank you for being there always, and hopes that his own words has made sure that this is the time Dean leaves him.

But Dean is not going to go away and see his brother play with the necklace and watch a pleading look so to make her liquid green eyes, makes him remember when you were created by small huts made of sheets and pillows, because the angles of the horse motel room, where the light did not come, Sammy terrorized. Do you remember the feeling of the body pressed against his brother when it was smaller. It also recalls the words of Sam whispered in her ear while clutching rifles cold iron that never seemed to warm up. An 'I love you' uttered by a frightened boy of fourteen he had never considered ...

E ' Sam , Shithead, it's Sam. It is said , angry with himself because the words are still not out of his dry throat . It 'the only one for which you give your life, is the ' one for you.

-.- Also I finally Dean whispers, hoarsely.

Sam looks at him as if he saw her lips move, but he did not understand what he said.

-I love you, Sam .- says the blond, with a firm voice, releasing a sigh that he had not noticed that he held back and relaxing tense muscles.

Starts to say something but his mouth is plugged from that of Sam, who covers it with his kissing deeply. Giggle, tripping over their feet as they walked toward the bed, where you drop both.

They make ' love, and Sam can hear the clear difference in touch by Dean on his body, his eyes moved and excited and as slow as it gets, as if that would never end. Sam is quiet at last and finally know. He knows that Dean is his. And 'his brother, is her lover, is her best friend. Simply, it is her.

It can not wish for the world.

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Save the last dance for me

Title: Save the last dance for me
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Characters: Brian Kinney, Justin Taylor
Paringa: Brian / Justin
Rating:
PG13 Genre: slash
Words: 522
Prompt: Dancing of bingo_italia
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, blablabla
Notes: The title comes from the homonymous song of the Drifters, which, I presume, knows anyone who reads this fic. If you have not got the shot in the episode 1x22 is set during the ballroom scene \u0026lt;3

do not know what in the end, you have pushed to accept the invitation of the pathetic Justin and go to the dance of the diploma. You just know that you were preparing to go to Babylon and then, almost without realizing it, you found yourself wearing your best Armani suit, in a gym full of kids smoking.

Then you saw a blonde head in the crowd of teenagers and anonymous-looking, sighing, did you go meet that guy who stood out like a diamond in the middle of the garbage.

looking into his eyes-those eyes that you would not never forgotten, even in New York, because you always close your saw its blue irises and deep as the ocean illuminated by his enthusiastic smile, the 'single smile, besides yours, of which I never cared anything-feel her happiness, so intense as to be almost palpable in the air and you believe that perhaps has not been an idea so stupid to accept the invitation. The

take by the hand and bring it to the center of the dance floor, now that you will want everyone to know, want to 'fuck' to the stupid school is really perfect.

Can not take his eyes from his face, and it is as if you were trying to see through his eyes. Do you want to be able to see you as perfect as God, will you be able to love as he loves you . You do

twirl and although at Babylon have danced together at least a million times, it's like this was your first dance. And 'as if there was only him, only music and your bodies moving together. For the first time you realize you not need anything else. Or other unknown to fuck, alcohol and drugs or Michael ... that probably it will be going to Portland by his doctor.

Justin's smile widens when he raises from the ground, after having made him an exciting casquet do when his leg is tied to your side like when you are in bed, laughing , your brows are grazed and feel his warm breath on your lips tilted into a smile. Frem inside you when you think about what you do tonight, because you ask him something in exchange for your presence and that stupid dance terribly romantic.

Justin is radiant and you can not even keep you from kissing, passionately, to feel more yours. To make everyone understand that this guy is fantastic that you own.

The shots, if possible, closer, a hand through his golden hair to massage the neck and the other that makes a side. Your kiss is slow and sweet as a caress. Your languages clash and seek in the mouths warm and welcoming.

Justin is so fucking beautiful and happy that it hurts, is beaming.

It 's a ray of sunshine .

And all in your head, you finally clear. Do you finally realize how much things to Pittsburgh can be gray, there will always be your Sunshine in heated and lighted. You can also believe that your light is off, but as long as you stay near, shine his light.

Watch the white silk scarf around his neck and leave it to him to decide, because the end is still worth living, if he's there with you.

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Bento!

For some years now lunch at work and only very rarely buy myself a sandwich, usually harbor the remnants of dinner or I cook pasta then heated in the microwave. When I find I have some ideas and some 'time I like to prepare my bento. I have many containers for bento, various types and with different decorations: a solo piano or with two-story, single color, with geometric patterns, with designs inspired by traditional or more characters (Hello Kitty, Cinnamoroll, Alice in Wonderland, Marie, Winnie the Pooh ...)... often is difficult to choose which one to use! !
Those who see in the picture below rislagono a few months ago:











As is well guessed from my photos bento is a fusion of traditional Italian and Asian, when I go to the supermarket are always looking for groceries small sizes: mini-spring rolls (which I find just from Lidl), croquettes, biscuits ... or, in the afternoons, I cook meatballs with meat or vegetables, then freeze and use when needed.
I think the hardest part and assemble it all in a way that does not move, so I think the best thing to do is pretty full, and filling small holes with vegetables (in my case sprattutto carrots and zucchini). Very often I prepare my bento the night (and then eat it for lunch the next day) and to ensure that you retain the best flavors I try to follow some rules:
- appearance that everything is cool before placing in the container;
- I try to remove oil and other oily excess;
- after finishing the preparation does not put it in the refrigerator to prevent condensation on the outside.
Another important thing, in my opinion, are the decorations in the bento. In on-line shops are specialized "equip" to cut vegetables and cheese in all forms, and onigiri molds for the eggs (my favorite is star-shaped), but often do not have prices well low (considering the cost of shipping from Japan) ... with a little 'manual and some cookie cutters
is possible to make them less and still get a good result.

Now that I wrote this post I went back a yen bento tonight ... maybe I will get to work!

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not fair, not nice, but it is.

Title: not fair, not nice, but it is.
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Characters: Brian Kinney, Justin Taylor
Paringa: Brian / Justin
Rating:
PG13 Genre: slash
Words: 1,467
Prompt: Loss of bingo_italia
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, blablabla
Notes: think it's a moment of 5x13 missing, I do not think it should be considered final post ... (The first part, invence, is a reminder of the period when Brian \u0026lt;3 had cancer ç_ç)

not fair,

non è bello,                  

ma è così.                 

 

 

When Brian opened the door of the loft, a smell of cooked struck him, making him rise again and vomiting. Bent on itself moved slowly toward the bed, wondering why her sexy nurse staff had not yet come to his aid, but without the willpower to recuperate and take your eyes off the floor ... God, Brian Kinney without strength of will, probably out the window donkeys were flying.

-Brian! -

just smiled, turning his head toward Justin, who hastened to meet him. The surrounded the Brian lives with his arms and, despite himself, he let himself go against him. Justin judged him to the bed, they took off his jacket, made him lie down and took off his shoes, making him feel a pathetic child in need of care.

Brian hated everything, but at the same time knowing that the watchful eyes of Justin and worried constantly looking for her and feel her fingers gently on the skin almost around the clock, as if Justin had the need to feel his heart beat and blood flow to be sure he was comfortable, it was something that Brian made her feel a bit ' Rott or less, which made him smile but could not even take a fucking spoonful of soup to his lips because his hands were shaking too much, which made him believe that the end was really worth the trouble of having renounced its long-awaited premature death.

-Brian did not know what it was, had never experienced anything like that. Probably if you asked him now, with a half smile, replied that it was love .-

Justin lay down beside him, covering them both with the duvet. Six first-Tonato .- whispered, Plan stroking the hair of Brian and his sweaty face frozen like that of a dead man.

-As everyone feels compelled to take care of me that you're the one I preferred to do so and Theodor .- The man's name accompanied with a grimace.

Justin smiled, feeling flattered by those words, as if Brian had finally raised the white flag openly to allow him to take care of him without feeling scream every time he tried to hold his forehead while vomiting was found in the loft or on his return.

-Want something to eat? - Sighed. Want

-vomit the soul? - Answered Brian, raising his eyebrows, although his eyes were closed.

Justin grinned and came over his face to the man, so much so that it, when Justin said, shivered, feeling the hot breath of his breath on their sweaty skin. -Why do you have one? -

Brian grinned in return.

-Jump to eat, Sunshine , then cools .- He said after several minutes of silence, in which the fingers of course Justin had, slow and delicate, the features of his visa and imaginary designs on her neck.

The blond did not answer, simply became more closely intertwined their legs and frame the face in his shoulder and neck. Brian, surrounded by the pleasant warmth of his Sunshine smiled smugly certain that Justin could not see it. It was in those moments he allowed himself to thank heaven for the obstinacy of that fucking kid, that despite the many insults and slammed doors in his face, he continued undaunted to keep up attached to the ass. With that smile again to lean gl'angoli lips fell asleep.

-

Brian awoke suddenly. The body Justin, now completely over him, moving in small steps, as when, after the assault, her nights were tormented by nightmares of that worm with Hobbs.

-Justin .- He called, trying to shake him by the shoulders. - Justin! - He repeated it again in a louder voice, worried.

Justin opened his eyes suddenly and looked up just as quickly.

-you are here ... - Brian whispered looking into his eyes.

Brian raised an eyebrow and put her hand to caress the silky hair of Justin. -Where should I be? -

-Nothing, from nowhere ... - whispered the other sitting down, and feeling like an idiot.

Even Brian sat in front of the blond, continuing to stroke his hair. -What did you dream? - Curious asked, tilting her head to one side.

-Being at Disneyland riding a unicorn .- Justin said sarcastically.

-Mmm ... from your expression it seems that Mickey Mouse tried to rape .-

-Something like that ... - the boy breathe slowly, looking down. The dark

let fall back again, collapsing on the pillow and dragging Justin on himself.

-Cos' you really wanted? -

After a few moments of silence, in which Brian thought that Justin had gone back to sleep, they decided to respond. -I searched for you, and you were not there ... it was gone. Nowhere. You were gone, gone ... No one knew where the hell I was, you had abandoned all ... Michael, I .- His voice broke in the last syllable Brian and hugged him stronger though.

-Justin, was only a dream. I'm not going anywhere, it seems now clear to everyone that my life is destined to end in glorious Pittsburgh .- He tried to reassure the man, with ill-concealed a note of irritation in his voice.

-Do not leave me ... - Justin groaned against Brian's chest, as if he had heard not a word of what he had said the man.

Brian, in normal circumstances would have said that they were not kept together and that if that speech would have come a fucking tooth decay, but Justin was on the verge of tears, and Brian had not seen him so vulnerable for years. -Have you been

you to let me love .- The words escaped from his mouth before he could block them.

-Ed was the biggest mistake of my life -

Brian just smiled. -So relaxed Sunshine taught me not to repeat the mistakes of others .-

**

The first step of Justin on the soil of New York is accompanied by the overwhelming memory of that evening , has the stomach tight in a vise and bent, as if the guilt for being once again to have hurt him more thrust Brian had a physical presence and thinking like a boulder on his shoulders. For all air travel has done nothing but think about the meaning of terror that caused him to even think of the possible death of Brian. Yet it is always him to abandon it, always . Per thousand, selfish reasons. God, just as if the world revolved around Justin Taylor. A stupid kid who wants to Brian Kinney, love always, a family, a house, a career and discards it when it gets one thing, to switch to another thing that maybe can not, and they are desperate. Understand why only now, after a very short flight, did not understand in what year?

Justin shoves his hand into the right pocket of his jeans and pulls out his cell phone, furiously pressing the green button to turn it on. Type the number of Brian, and bring the phone to your ear. Rings empty for some time and panic invades the bowels of the boy. Shit, did not he go before you go, he let me sleep, too cowardly to stand a good-bye. Another of his cock out of selfish. Taylor Congratulations, this is the good time that you cut all ties with .

-Ready? - Brian's voice sounds hoarse and ears to Justin metal, but the guy is like starting to breathe.

-.- I'm sorry you feel

Brian sighed. -What the fuck are you talking about? - Question after a moment of silence.

-You know. I'm sorry for always have been so selfish for having decided to ... -

-Do not you dare to say! - The Brian interrupted, sternly. -Do not apologize for shit. Unless you had gone, I would have beaten out I kick your ass. Rather, tell me how was your trip .-

-I did not do anything but think how stupid I am sincerely .- Respond Justin, noticing a bit of 'melodramatic.

-No Sex at high altitude? -

-No .-

The blond nodded

Brian feels to himself. -Yes, you really are an idiot .-

-Brian, seriously, I ... -

-Justin! Seriously, stop! You should apologize to me, with yourself and with everyone who has believed in you and in your art if I had not left! Now, you tell me something meaningful or do you have to slam the phone down? -

Justin bites his lower lip and was silent, listening to Brian's breathing through the microphone. If he closes his eyes, it's almost as if Brian was there, beside him, but then he opens them again, and is only in the middle of the chaotic airport in New York.

-I'll be back soon .- Whispers in the end, with no response. -I love you, Brian .- Adds, feeling that to have to say.

Cade again the silence between them and Justin has the crazy feeling that Brian's going to shut the phone down.

-I love you too, Ray of the Sun - I hear her sigh, before the call is interrupted.