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Dirty Sexy Money. Nick. * It's just something about her. Original

I am so proud of me I suck XD by solaaaa
I wrote about Dirty Sexy Money.
After the season finale.
At 2:12 in the morning.
.. but what are legendary XD XD XD!??!

Title: It's just something about her

* Fandom: Dirty Sexy Money

PG: Nick, Karen (cited)

Warnings: introspective preudo-sentimental

Words: 120 (come on, it's still a drabble XD)

Notes: set during the last episode of first season "The Nutcracker." Nick's thoughts during the interview with Helder.

* is not really Nick / Karen, and is not exactly romantic. We say that Nick / Karen absurd considering the relationship that .. but if you want to see the romantic side, please, sit well U_U

* know when you say "this thing will not happen ever .." ? Well, I said clearly I would never, ever seen Dirty Sexy Money . And now here I am publishing a fic.

Desclaimer: my mind is not twisted enough for having given birth to the Darling family. Craig Wraith are a god * _ *

To my daughter, the one without a father again xD,

for being more confident against me This masterpiece

for the third time in four weeks, you were right !

* It's just something about her

- Forget Karen. -

Nick Helder, "The Nutcracker"

There is a reason why you're doing.

In fact, there is no why you should protect it.

that will take care of Darling is becoming a habit - habit, however, as soon as possible to lose - but a mixture of anger and dismay that I grew in my stomach, seeing her like that, just have not been able to resist.

And it is absurd - almost wrong doing - caring for her .

you , collector of husbands as quoted in New York.

you , unbeatable in 'to mess your life.

you , with its improbable shoes raspberry.

But Nick, yet again the same story .

Because, despite everything, she is always Karen.

Simply Karen.

E After all, this is enough for you.

I Jack Off To My Sister

. Ocean Blue Lust. Original

Title: Pity the sleepless
Author: hikarylexy

Fandom: Original

Character: Blue Ocean , B.

Prompt: # 3 Lust

Rating: G

Warnings: FlashFic!

Word Count: 890

Desclaimer: the characters in this story are under the exclusive property of the undersigned.

List: TABLE

Notes: * if I do not see why it is more a character in this fic has caught my LJ * *
the above is not the plot of a horror movie. I know that writing B. is idiot, but it's the best I knew how. The fic with a fake name would sound even more false. Anyway the contents of the call, fake name or not, remains to
* U_U "Pity the insomniac" is the title of a book by the legendary J. Deaver * bow * *
to my B! Treasury, love, tipaaaa, you can not miss half the good that you want (L).
* Nami to ask forgiveness in advance for my GossipGirlLove . I love everything that has to do with Kristen Bell on principle and for the same reason I love anything that has to do with people able to read the smile * _ * And it's one of those in which serial tirartela because you can understand English (Or pretend, but you pull it anyway xD).

Pity Watchers!

- I ... -

- Yes, Yes! -

- No, seriously, are two and half hours we speak ... -

- Ugh! What is it, you will not want to study chemistry? Chemistry? -

- Apart from the fact that news! news! , there are people who consider the chemical a school subject and not an hour "cazzeggiano Sound of Music" .. -

- No! I'll present some of them? -

The mocking tone of B. had long ago ceased to irritate me. Although his total lack of respect for what others might have some value - but her, after all, why should you care? - often I had bothered, now I knew to take it philosophically, I could enter into his twisted little head and extrapolate the concept: B. loved me and I I wanted her.

Where were the problems?

problems, if I may, arrived when the clock ticked past one thirty-five and she still had no intention of hanging up.

Mind you, I loved talking to B. .

For another hour, another day. Possibly with another topic.

But how blame her?

in all it was three days that I sipped a tirade on his beloved ( or not?) L. .

- .. and in the end we opted for that thing .. -

- Ah. Wow. .. No, it wait wait! With "that thing there" you mean the ... - Swallow, that word still sounded strange to me, like out of a movie - the couple opened ..? -

The saw smile.

Even if you're across the city, I knew he was smiling.

- Yes. I see you, stubborn! that you have not been heard for three days? Now getting caught by all the back! -

- Yes, but all stas .. -

- Ocean, but have you got to do two in the morning? -

Something like "sleep"?

But for goodness sake.

The Adventures of B. were kept awake all night even Ciccio!

- So Saturday invited me to his house .. -

- Ah-ah. -

- ... we ate together ... -

And then, finally, I was the santarellina group or not?

took it so much because I went to Mass on Sundays (with G. no. Maybe for them she was a lost case, but I could , had to be rescued), but when there was talk about the ups and downs love, from people who were?

from me!

- And then? -

- And then ... ellipses! -

There she was, my girlfriend's heart.

L ' ellipses.

The ellipsis was a gimmick B., created just for me. When he felt that his story, want to over-excitement, a desperate need to tell you, it would become too for my delicate ears, it was a bit 'as in Meyer Breakin Dawn : omitted.

And to feel smart - you go for the classic boast, it is known - had called ellipses.

It was found a beautiful, adored her. Not to mention the fact that my lungs scream " Ellipses! "during a telephone conversation I love it!

- .. it was so sweet! We were embraced not know how long, to cuddle us ... Bluuu! -

(B. was that my last name was much more convenient for its crisis).

- B. ! I know better, I know. .. I just do not understand. -

- What you do not understand , exactly? -

All because they are - ossignore! - Already the fourth and two in the morning?!

- sum up: you are not together. -

- witty girl. -

- Fool. So, you're not together, not outputs. If you feel like you see at school. If you go running in the center of a ride. He takes you to the bus stop when he wants. But if t'ignora, you can not angry. And on Saturday you're on .. for .. -

- .. do a dance? - I came up against her.

Four fried , I wanted to say.

But he knew a bit 'of plagiarism, because he had written two days before on MSN.

- Yes, "do a dance" can go. -

- And then? -

- Here .. where is the love in that? -

- Love? There. -

- Ah, here. And you okay? -

- For now, yes. -

I tried to make sense of that circle, but did not fit anything.

There was too much sex and love in that little speech.

And to me it sounded like a real film, the preposterous situation in which he was poking B. .

situation where I knew the details, well hidden in the rear. It was becoming a hobby, a mania, a persecution, to know everything about everyone without that no one knew me.

Maybe Facebook is not that stupid test had a point.

Perhaps I was a bit 'Gossip Girl.

AND B. ? Who was B. Italian fiction in that all that I had just improvised director and narrator at the same time?

The application made just in time to be thought, that I already had the answer.

to be. He said his name.

She was B. .

Queen B. .

He said his name.

He said his name.

started laughing convulsively to the absurd coincidence - I'm mad, for making connections, I love them but do not believe it - me dragging unsuspecting B. .

E 'disturbing finding correspondences between his life and a television series.

Especially when it comes to Gossip Girl.

- Well! - Rang B. on the other end of the phone - I see you've taken! Past the girl sleep? -

(B. loved to call people "babe" or "kind." One way to save money as another of neurons.)

- You're kidding, right? -

- Why? Now it's almost three, we make a time round, no? -

Certainly!

reasons I do not bat an eyelid , growled.

Apart from the fact that I'm dying of sleep.

But at the end of her, who cares?

[END]

Affordable Hair Weave Closure

. Ocean Blue Pride. Original

Title: Ready.
Author: hikarylexy

Fandom: Original

Character: Ocean Blue, Dad

Prompt: # 7 Pride

Rating: G

Warnings: FlashFic!

Word Count: 147

Desclaimer: the characters in this story are under exclusive property of the undersigned.

List: TABLE

Notes: yes yes yes! I really wanted to write this * O * E 'a micro-fic, a false - drabble, but I felt too clever when I said those words to my father (because I said seriously U_U). *
will betata! That is not the sequel to SarannoFamosi xD But not from a serious beta, so I can post it!

- Are you ready? -

- I born ready. -

Morgan Garcia, Criminal Minds

Ready.

The question, which almost look forward to, always comes when I have lost all hope.

When I resigned myself to let the world drown in his own ignorance.

- Oceano, What is this? -

feigning modesty that just is not suited me, I glanced at the screen fleeting - look useless, I always know what is going on the air.

Quo vadis, baby?

Perfect.

- Do you want a response, or can I just make a show with my infinite culture in the television field and beyond? -

Dad smiled.

- The second is fine. -

With sparkling eyes of those who love their job, I walked to my father through the dark room, ready to give a lecture on that series that I never followed, inspired by a movie I had never seen, based on a book that I had ever read.

And I knew perfectly.

Besides, what can I do if they are damn smart?

Motorcycle Cake Design

. Ocean Blue Gorge. Original

Title: Last Lindor

Author: hikarylexy

Fandom: Original

Character: Blue Ocean

Prompt: # 5 Gola

Rating: G

Warnings: FlashFic!

Word Count: 1258

Desclaimer: the characters in this story are under exclusive property of the undersigned.

List: TABLE

Notes: now I have confirmation be totally stupid. But deep .
* I'm still trying to figure out if the style is the inspiration for Dante and Stefano Benni (but both are there, no?)
* Perch = my loft bed also said Fox River.
* Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! I love you even though I always eat the chocolates x) P
* this fic is proof that Giuly's mom is right: my girls, changing drug dealer!

Last Lindor

or

Twenty Small Lindor

(... and the end Then There Were None).

Every self-respecting knight must necessarily have a mission, indeed, a Mission , with the "M" capitalized.

This is because there is nothing more important than Mission.

The Mission from 'a sense of life Brave Knight and it is essential to create a Myth Mythical tales that his glorious enterprise .

What other intake might have a Brave Knight but to do many glorious enterprise during such a mission be enclosed in Mythical Myth?

° ° °

The Brave Knight Ocean was not less. During those long days spent in grade mountain home, to suffer the cold and the torment Knights of young apprentices who were running from one floor to another, he had watched the clock to protect the treasure that had been delivered.

His code name was "Christmas gift", but the wily Ocean had not been deceived. Behind that call so common, and had to hide some secret message of vital importance. And the message he had raised was the following: protect the Christmas pack even at the cost of living .

The villa was very large and the Brave Knight moved inside with all Safety those who have a great familiarity with the place. Among those walls forever had spent summers and freezing winters of his childhood, the endless stairs and misleading had run up and down whole day, the dark dungeons of the frightened and not know the name of each tree. It was just to give you those names, to blaze trails in the woods, build huts of branches and plant flowers. Every inch of that place lost hers.

The Mission, in a place so congenial, very easy to be envisaged as a Brave Knight Ocean, experienced and accustomed to any kind of struggle.

Perhaps this is the Brave Knight dropped his guard.

Thus the winter campaign came to an end and the court, including knights, he returned to the big city. The procession marched from the house to the car seemed a little 'less intense than that arrived a fortnight before, but in the end what we had arrived well packaged and hidden in the bottom of the boots, now going home in the backpacks of children .

Finally, went to Ocean take his Christmas present from its hiding place that had protected him until then. It was a metal bucket, a shocking pink unlikely that so little suited to his person to be removed any suspicions about a potentially interesting content. Moreover, the location, a shelf in the bathroom, ingeniously mounted too high to be of any use, erased any doubt.

The Brave Knight gingerly opened the box and listened; prudence was never too much when you had your hands on the ultimate goal of their mission. Not hearing any noise, took out the Christmas gift and went back stealth cap in place. Stroked with the look of black cardboard box beautifully decorated, admired the golden doodle, he smelled the delicious aroma.

And he smiled, feeling very proud of his cunning.

Who would put a pack of extra-dark chocolates Lind in a pink bucket on a shelf in the bathroom?

Then, suddenly, a strange feeling came over her. The lightness of the Christmas Gift, at first sight attractive place in which it was very uncomfortable (in a precarious balance on the edge of the sink, stopped only by the painful clash between your knee and tap), was disturbing. He began to shake the box, first gently and gradually more and more frantic. The awareness of having committed a spectacular error was making headway in his mind already upset.

In the end, took courage, he decided to open it.

E then it was just horror.

Horror at its best.

The box was empty.

Hollow as a school in August, as the head of a student named to the board, as his piggy bank every time he was in urgent need of cash.

Empty, non-full.

not remember ever having seen something as non-full in his life.

his fingers caressed the inside of the desolate, feeling in search of a blank paper, at least that, in memory of his lost love.

But ... but right there on the bottom, the trembling hand of the Mighty Knights found a small round projections. He felt the tears in my eyes with emotion, and what he found?

A chocolate!

Left waiting for her, confident that relief would soon.

He is faithful and full of hope despite the moments of terror that must have passed.

him, so small and round, the only heir of a glorious race and tasty.

him, the last Lindor, which would protect ocean till the end of his days.

And this time, in the Big City, Ocean instead chose the more among all dark, that she entrusted her life. The Perch, as he called his favorite companion in arms, it was his home, his base, large and soft, high enough so that no one saw her but not too much, because she could see who remained below.

Last Lindor ended between stuffed animals and pillows, including comics and books in child psychology, along with a small flashlight and a Scubidu never finished.

No one dared to climb the ladder to reach the trestle and the gallant Knight he was sure that the Enemy Gourmet - because he knew the culprit the massacre he was, always hungry scoundrel! - Would never reach his protege.

° ° °

Ocean came from school (because even a Brave Knight in the leg as she was, alas, going to school ) of a temper so bad that it would disfigure that of his adorable professor of philosophy at the first hour of Saturday morning. And entering the house did not help at all, because her sixth sense, then the seventh and also The eighth began immediately on the alert as soon as he crossed the threshold of his room and saw the perch.

Something tragic must have happened in that house, an unimaginable disaster: his blanket, his beautiful blanket , lying in a corner in fact horribly bent, lying with a care that he immediately get sick. Before making any other move, he had to take it and reduce it to a shapeless heap, at best vaguely resembling a ball, then throwing it in a corner of the bed. Then breathed again, and noticed with pleasure that the bed was not rebuilt. Of course, the pillow was smoothed carefully straightened and puppets, but with a little 'patience would restore the chaos in his little kingdom.

Accompanied by the comforting image of Perch reduced to a battlefield, returned to the kitchen. The stomach was opened again and began to feel a certain appetite.

- Mom - but could not help but ask - did you order on my bed, so, by any chance? -

- No, no, I only gave a arranged. God forbid, love. -

The difference between order to give a settled and remained obscure, but Ocean was thinking of going back later.

- About Treasure, you know that I found under my pillow? A chocolate! But think about it, as will be finished chocolates under your pillow? Imagine if he had wound up in bed, you would wake up tomorrow morning with her hair dark chocolate! However, I returned to the mobile, quiet. -

The Brave Knight bleached. Every trace of pigment fled from his face with the first flight for Maldives as he ran to open the blue door of the cabinet.

A scream superhuman shock over the number 154, when his eyes met the jar of sweets, empty.

Gourmet Enemy had struck again.

[END]

How Long To Get A Std Test Back

. Ocean Blue Sloth.

Two little words on the Ocean: Ocean D is not me, but there should be very close. Some of the events that the captain come from personal experiences or so, but most of us are only vaguely close. The characters "too real", however, will suffer heavy censorship U_U

Title: Thirty-seven!

Author: hikarylexy

Fandom: Original

Character: Blue Ocean

Prompt: # 2 Laziness

Rating: G

Warnings: FlashFic!

Word Count: 245

Desclaimer: the characters in this story are under exclusive property of the undersigned.

List: TABLE

Notes: yes, I'm lazy But what ç_ç Ocean U_U

;

Thirty!

- Thirty-seven? Why thirty-seven? -

- I do not know .. It was time for one thing, in number. What difference does it make? -

- No, now you explain to me why with all the numbers that we have just Thirty-seven! -

- It 's been a coincidence! I could have said any other number. -

- Exactly! But you said thirty-seven! You came to yell at me and said thirty-seven. I heard you! "Ocean, is the thirty-seventh time you call." You said so. -

- Oh, what do you care? -

- Thirty-seven is a number useless. Why not forty? thirty-five O? round numbers, smart numbers. What a difference there would have been saying thirty or thirty-six ? -

- None. Probably would have done the same thing. -

- But we will never know because you said thirty-seven! -

Sendhil just shook his head, too shocked to react.

- thirty-seven can hide behind a severe personality disorders. I recommend a psychologist, my dear. -

- I'm getting is not a suspect .. you're just looking for an excuse not to help me with dinner? -

- You insult me! - She screamed, waving a pillow in a threatening.

- Okay, okay. Of course you invite me to dinner and get me cooking is very gallantly . -

- Do you like cooking. -

- slavery. would have been enough warning me first, instead of me calling you mitered forty-seven times. -

- Thirty-seven! You called me thirty-seven times! -

- You are really fussy! -

Ocean raised his arms in surrender.

- The nit-picking is not yet a cardinal sin. -

The boy studied the picture for a while blissfully sprawled on the couch.

- Laziness but yes, you know? -

[END]

Nln Pre Entrance Exam Pnonline Practice

SettePeccati # 3: Ocean

SettePeccati - TABLE # 3: Blue Ocean

01) Ira Gospel according to Me

02) Laziness Thirty-seven!

03) Lust Pity the insomniac!

04) Avarice Never trust unuseful days

05) Gola Last Lindor

06) Envy Pinky and the Brain

07) Pride Ready.

Progress: 07/07

05/08/2009
After my first tabellaaaaa!!

Herpes On The Arm From A Bite

Big Damn Table # 1: Lucifer Original

iTABELLA fanfic100_ita : Lucifer

(The Fellowship of the Celestine - StreetFootball)

No, we do not see twice, there are really two .. I took another table from the community xD sick I know. But school starts tomorrow and I decided that I want to die =) P.
course that there is only a whim, an exercise I do on my own, this one is something else, a serious U_U

001.	Start.	002.	Intermezzo.	003.	Finish.	004.	interiority.	005.	appearance.
006.	hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Verde.	015.	Blue
016.	Porpora.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black	019.	White.	020.	Without colors.
021.	friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Sons.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Alba.	032.	Sunset.	033.	too.	034.	too little.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Hearing.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Vista.
041.	forms.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Diamond.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Stars.	047.	Hearts.	048.	Quadri.	049.	Flowers.	050.	Spades.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Supper.	059.	Food.	060.	drinks.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Estate.	064.	Fall.	065.	seasons.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightning.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Rotto.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Darkness .	075.	Shadow.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082. If	.	083.	E.	084.	He .	085.	you .
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	job.	090.	House.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Choice.	097.	Choice.	098.	Choice.	099.	Choice.	100.	Choice.

Gloryholes Orlando For Women

Big Damn Table # 1: Marianne Knox

WARNING!

I am the "mom" of these pg and like any mother I recognize my "children".

Everywhere. In any FanFic be plagiarized.

Remember it U_U

BIG DAMN TABLE # 1: Marianne Knox

001.	Top .	002.	Intermezzo.	003.	Finish.	004.	Interiority .	005.	externality.
006.	hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Verde.	015.	Blue
016.	Porpora.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black	019.	White.	020.	Without colors.
021.	friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Sons.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Alba.	032.	Sunset.	033.	too.	034.	too little.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Hearing.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Vista.
041.	forms.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Diamond.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Stars.	047.	Hearts.	048.	Quadri.	049.	Flowers.	050.	Spades.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Supper.	059.	Food.	060.	drinks.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Estate.	064.	Fall.	065.	seasons.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightning.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Rotto.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Darkness.	075.	Shadow.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082. If	.	083.	E.	084.	him	085.	Lei
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	job.	090.	House.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Choice.	097.	Choice.	098.	Choice.	099.	Choice.	100.	Choice.

Marianne will be the first of my phantasmagorical esperimentooooo * * muawawah

In practice I have to fill in the following table, of course, the rules of the community, but with the possibility of using all madcap roles of my favorite!

All you need is the title of the story belongs to the character and you're done. I think it will be a good exercise (and maybe one day my treasures do not see the light in a real fic?): D

Thanks to this wonderful community!