{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing","title":"I want you to always remember this!","subtitle":"I'll always be there.","author":{"name":"aaa_mazing"},"link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"service.feed","type":"application\/x.atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom","title":"I want you to always remember this!"}}],"updated":"2014-01-27T15:48:21Z","entry":[{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:147064","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/147064.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=147064"}}],"title":"Happy birthday, Yvonne!","published":"2014-01-27T15:44:22Z","updated":"2014-01-27T15:48:21Z","content":"I wish you all the best, dear friend. May all your dreams come true. You so deserve it.

I love and miss you.

Tightest hugs.

Nastya
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Also I am veeeeery sorry that I missed so many bdays. All the best to ALL of you.
I don't think you need my excuses. I just promise to show up now and then.
I have something for you though. My usual NSFW Friday post ;)
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How are you? I did miss you all. <3"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:146550","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/146550.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=146550"}}],"title":"THANK YOUS!!!","published":"2013-05-21T08:30:59Z","updated":"2013-05-21T08:32:45Z","content":"It is a short post to say THANK YOU to all the wonderful people who posted and PMed, sent vgifts and wrote fics for me. I have the most amazing LJ friends! I love you.

The day was awesome and very very special. I promise to reply to everybody a bit later.

Thank you!"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:146408","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/146408.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=146408"}}],"title":"A Start","published":"2013-04-24T15:51:39Z","updated":"2013-04-24T15:51:39Z","content":"I started to write this ages ago. I will finish it one day for you, Pam. You are loved and missed.

Thank you, Carmen, for the amazing banner.
\"Cumple
Brian woke up surprisingly early on Saturday morning to find himself spooning the smaller body beside him. \u201cJesus fucking Christ! Brian cuddling Kinney!\u201d flashed in his head. But although a part of him was afraid to admit that even to himself, the other one liked it. The boy by his side made him feel\u2026different. Happier.

Brian was watching Justin sleep. He couldn\u2019t believe this young man changed his life, turned it upside down, made the stud of Liberty Avenue abandon his habits, and reconsider his free-fuck policy.

Brian never thought of them being monogamous, being a couple, but it was obvious that his visits to the backroom of Babylon had become more seldom, and reduced to null after the accident.

Brian heard Justin\u2019s breath changed. The boy was awakening. Brian buried his face in the straw-blond bristling hair, still short after the surgery, inhaled the scent of fruit shampoo and \u2026 Justin. His scent was becoming very familiar and close. The man tightened his embrace, pulling Justin to his own body, and whispered, \u201cGood morning, Sunnyboy.\u201d

Justin mewled, rubbed the back of his head against Brian\u2019s cheek, and murmured, \u201cMorning.\u201d He half turned in the brunet\u2019s arms and stretched, his eyes still closed. Brian felt the heat Justin\u2019s body was radiating. He liked the first minutes of their mornings, warm sleepy Justin in his hands, his cozy hold, and dreamy good morning kisses. Those moments when Justin\u2019s eyes were still closed, and they didn\u2019t have to face the reality.

The blond stroked Brian\u2019s arms wrapped around his pale body, and took them off. \u201cI need a pee,\u201d he said.
Brian screwed up his face, \u201cYou sound like Gus.\u201d

\u201cHave any problems with younger men?\u201d Justin turned his face to the brunet, and raised his eyebrow questioningly.
\u201cGet out until it ended as it sometimes does with Gus.\u201d Brian swatted Justin\u2019s butt.

\u201cAsshole!\u201d Justin reacted immediately; they both laughed.
<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:146109","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/146109.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=146109"}}],"title":"Happy birthday, pam81!","published":"2013-04-24T15:41:13Z","updated":"2013-04-24T15:41:13Z","content":"\"GH6\""},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:145734","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/145734.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=145734"}}],"title":"Down with flu","published":"2013-04-09T19:30:54Z","updated":"2013-04-09T19:35:32Z","content":"I know. I swear I do. Guilty. So Sorry.
Now that I move only to get myself water? I found these. BEST THINGS EVER.
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The tears are tattoed.
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Girls! Darlings! Happy bdays! You know I love you, huh? Lindty, spike, soul. I will be back. Soon.<\/u><\/span><\/span>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:145545","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/145545.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=145545"}}],"title":"Happy birthday, eleni81!","published":"2013-03-31T14:39:53Z","updated":"2013-03-31T14:39:53Z","content":"MY BEST WISHES, DEAR DARK GIRL! IF YOU SAINT EVER COMES BACK? DON'T LET HER STAY FOR TOO LONG! MWAH!<\/span><\/span>
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Word count: 120
Banner: <\/a>galehot<\/b><\/a><\/span>
A\/N: MY BEST WISHES!!!<\/span><\/span>
\"Amanda's
\u201cThe leprechaun grinned angrily and hid the coins in his short ugly fingers.\u201d Brian closed the book and kissed his sleeping son on the forehead.

Justin was watching them from the doorway. \u201cBrian!\u201d He hissed. \u201cAgain?!\u201d

\u201cWhat?\u201d Brian raised his eyebrow. \u201c It\u2019s an Irish thing. I am raising a Kinney. I am making my son a tough Irish guy.\u201d

\u201cOh? Then YOU take the tough Irish guy to his potty after your fairy tales in the middle of the night.\u201d

Brian rolled his eyes and sighed. \u201cYou are no fun, Justin.\u201d

Justin shrugged and closed the door of the bedroom. \u201cI hope you don\u2019t teach your son to drink Irish whiskey in a couple of years. Tough Irish guy.\u201d
<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:145145","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/145145.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=145145"}}],"title":"Happy birthday, guavejuice!","published":"2013-03-22T16:06:34Z","updated":"2013-03-22T16:19:45Z","content":"Title: Love Is You
Word count: 430
Banner: <\/a>galehot<\/b><\/a><\/span>
A\/N: thanks so much, <\/a>sxysadie21<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Justin throws a thoroughly packed present onto the kitchen counter, takes his jacket, and slams the loft door. Loud. Too loud.

Brian doesn\u2019t know why he is doing this. Because he doesn\u2019t like birthdays? He fucking has this guttural hatred for them. Birthdays were always so much fun in the Kinneys house. They meant alcohol, drunk father, married to her God mother, broken dishes, and broken dreams. Dreams for new sneakers. Dreams for birthday cakes. Dreams for a family.

Shower. Shower seems to be a nice idea right now. Brian touches his cock. And smiles with relief. No, its not self pity. Self pity would have made his cock soft. It isn\u2019t soft at all. The problem is solved in a matter of minutes. \"The twat missed a good fuck,\" breathing heavily and looking at the cum running down the tiles, thought Brian.

Only later, once in bed, smoking yet another cigarette does Brian let the thought about Justin never coming back into his head. He hates the thought. Because he doesn\u2019t do regret. He is too old and too Brian Kinney for that. But he can\u2019t deny that the idea does make him cringe. It brings thoughts he never welcomes.

When Justin comes home later that night, he smells like booze and fresh breeze. Two opposites that only Justin can wear fashionably. He snuggles into the couch, huffing and sniffing, the sounds that always let Brian guess how much exactly Justin has had. Quite a lot, Brian knows.

Morning meets them both with headache and no coffee left. Which leaves them frustrated and doesn\u2019t add to their desire to talk.

Justin leaves before Brian. He just has his breakfast, grabs his bag, and slams the door. Brian almost feels pity for the poor item of the loft\u2019s interior.

Then he feels \u2026he is not sure what when he finds a stick note on the fridge. His brain does notice that the piece of paper is pink. But the only thing he knows for now is that anatomy is pretty fucked up. For all he knows. Because right now his heart is beating in his throat, not where it, they say, has to. Because the simple square fucking pink piece of paper says, \u201cDo you even know what love is?\u201d It kind of screams, actually.

After remembering another anatomy fact, that is recalling where his fingers are, he writes a pretty simple thing which takes\u2026everything he can still find inside that piece of him that is trying to jump out of his throat.

Brian Kinney writes, \u201cLove is you.\u201d
<\/a>
\"Vered"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:144821","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/144821.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=144821"}}],"title":"Happy birthday, darling!","published":"2013-03-22T02:21:31Z","updated":"2013-03-22T02:21:31Z","content":"MY BEST WISHES! You know everything I want to say, right? I am not really good with words.:)
\"HappyBirthday\""},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:144389","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/144389.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=144389"}}],"title":"Happy birthday, ashmedai!","published":"2013-03-17T14:37:28Z","updated":"2013-03-17T14:37:28Z","content":"MY BEST WISHES!!!<\/span><\/span>
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\"1\"\"2\"\"4\"\"5\"\"6\"\"7\"\"8\"\"9\"\"10\"\"11\"<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:144206","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/144206.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=144206"}}],"title":"THANK YOUS!!!","published":"2013-02-19T18:32:04Z","updated":"2013-02-19T18:32:04Z","content":"To Yvonne and M Lyn for my fabulous ecards!!! They were so adorable!

To Pam for a fantastic gift - my favourite picture of Gale. Signed! By him!!! Aren't you awesome, darling? Love ya."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:143919","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/143919.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=143919"}}],"title":"Happy birthday, galehot!","published":"2013-02-19T17:54:43Z","updated":"2013-02-19T18:01:44Z","content":"MY BEST WISHES, DARLING! YOU ARE AWESOME!

BESOS, KISSES, \u0426\u0415\u041b\u0423\u042e<\/span><\/span>
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Title: Someone Who Always Knows Better
A\/N: thanks for your help, <\/a>sxysadie21<\/b><\/a><\/span>. This much.

<\/p>

“Michael, stop the whining, for fuck's sake. He only went there for two weeks. Enjoy the life of a temporary bachelor. Look at the guy. Hot, don't you think?”<\/span><\/span>

Michael didn't. He didn't think at all. He just missed Ben. Missed him like crazy, like he thought he couldn't breathe sometimes. Maybe it was partly because they had never separated for such a long time before.<\/span><\/span>
Except...except for the times when Ben was in hospital. And those times were the worst. They were a live and subconscious fear in Michael's mind. The fear to lose, to never see again. This time was different. He was telling himself, Ben had just left for a conference and a couple of lectures. But the fact didn't change a thing. He missed him. He missed him so much it hurt. He was longing for him.<\/span><\/span>

Michael didn't turn his head in the direction Brian pointed. Neither did Brian. Michael sipped off his beer while Brian was nursing a long cold cup of coffee.<\/span><\/span>

“You don't look too interested yourself,” Michael noticed absent mindedly. <\/span><\/span>

Brian huffed. “Had him.”<\/span><\/span>

“Yeah.” Like Michael didn't know.<\/span><\/span>
Brian stole a glance at his watch. Two hours left.<\/span><\/span>
He asked Michael to give him a lift home, because “Dudes, Mikey got a car!”, and entered the loft. The chromed designer clock, a part of the new interior, said, one hour and forty two minutes left.<\/span><\/span>
Brian changed, had a smoke, checked e-mails, changed again. One hour ten minutes. He had another smoke.<\/span><\/span>
A call for Thai take out, a hot long shower, and a shave. That took him an hour. A very long hour.<\/span><\/span>
He checked his condoms stock. Two new packs. Lubed, hypoallergenic. Should be enough for the holidays.<\/span><\/span>
Landing.<\/span><\/span>
A smoke. Who the hell made TV ads those days? He turned the TV off. It was better in complete silence.<\/span><\/span>
Silence and the ticking.<\/span><\/span>
Twenty minutes after the landing.<\/span><\/span>
The delivery guy came and went, the bed sheets were changed into dark blue.<\/span><\/span>
Fifty minutes.<\/span><\/span>
Fucking snowy roads and slow taxi drivers.<\/span><\/span>
A smoke in front of a dark window.<\/span><\/span>
Not that he was waiting.<\/span><\/span>
No.<\/span><\/span>
Not that he was longing.<\/span><\/span>
No fucking way.<\/span><\/span>
Those words didn’t belong in Brian Kinney’s vocabulary.<\/span><\/span>
For all he knew.<\/span><\/span>
But there was someone who always knew better.<\/span><\/span><\/p><\/a>

<\/p>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:143140","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/143140.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=143140"}}],"title":"Meteorites and RL :)","published":"2013-02-18T16:16:48Z","updated":"2013-02-18T16:16:48Z","content":"I know some of you were worried. Thank you for your concern, dears. I am so lucky to have such friends in my life. *massive hugs*

We are okay. But God, it was close. Closer to my parents town though. But we saw the trace in the sky here. Makes you think of how tiny, insignificant, and mortal we are.

RL is..RL. The term has started. Which means a lot of work and even more papers.

How are you all? Tell me?

Miss you.

\"in-soviet-russia-meteor\""},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:143043","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/143043.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=143043"}}],"title":"Happy birthday, 7wildwaysup!","published":"2013-02-07T17:16:26Z","updated":"2013-02-07T17:27:12Z","content":"My best wishes, dear!<\/span>
\"7wildwayup<\/a>

Author <\/a>aaa_mazing<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/span>
Title: It feels like home.
Banner <\/a>galehot<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Beta <\/a>sxysadie21<\/b><\/a><\/span>  Thank you, Kotenok!

“Brian, oh God, Brian, Brian,” words ran one into the other, sounding like a prayer, a chant, a plea, a demand. Justin didn’t know and really could care less at the moment. His forehead was pressed against the cold door of the loft, so was his chest. But his stomach was on fire because there was a hot hand between it and the door. Brian’s hand. A big palm, flat on his skin, pulling the lower part of his body back, making him meet Brian’s thrusts.<\/p>

There were many moments, in that one moment of fucking - a moment that mere months ago would have just been a quickie.<\/span>There was passion, missing each other, need, want, despair. It was so intense Justin felt it was almost…punishment.<\/p>

And it was. They both knew it. Punishment for leaving, for not being together, for depriving each other of things that were once so familiar and usual once.<\/p>

But when they came, seconds apart from each other, still trembling and sighing softly, they both knew there was something else. Something they may never mention. Something they may never admit,sighing? even. Well, one of them for sure.<\/p>

The something was different. It felt like a warm duvet and a soft couch. It smelled like oil paints and morning coffee. It sounded like showers and the soft buzz of electricity through a loft<\/span><\/p>

It felt like home<\/p><\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:142662","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/142662.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=142662"}}],"title":"Happy birthday, masterglory!","published":"2013-02-07T15:57:35Z","updated":"2013-02-07T15:57:35Z","content":"MY BEST WISHES, DARLING! YOU ARE MISSED.<\/span><\/span>
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CHEERS. =D<\/span><\/span>

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My dear Yvonne. I'd like to wish you so many things today. Because you are such a good and kind girl. And an awesome friend. You deserve all the best and brightest things in your life. May it be filled with love, joy, family and friends. No tears, no sadness, no disappointment. My best wishes, darling. I love ya.

Here is something from me.:)

Nobody ever taught me how to love. To be able to love, you need to feel loved. Nobody ever loved me before.

Nobody ever taught me how to forgive. There was no one who deserved forgiveness and nothing to forgive for. To forgive means to acknowledge that you’ve been hurt. You can’t hurt someone who doesn’t feel pain.

Nobody ever taught me how to value what I have. I never had anything that needed appreciation; something that is so precious, it doesn’t have a price; something you would give your life for; something without which your life isn’t worth a dirty penny.

You taught me everything: to love, to value, and to forgive. To love in a way that makes my heart stop beating when you’re not there. To appreciate that what I have and never want to lose. To forgive all the times that you hurt me because you not being there hurts even more.

You taught me how to live.<\/i><\/b>

And a little surprise. This drabble is from De <\/a>sxysadie21<\/b><\/a><\/span>. She says Hi.:)<\/i><\/p>

It was the hardest thing he had ever done. But he did it. He could pretend it meant nothing. He could feign indifference. But those around him knew better. They were fully aware what it meant for him to let Justin go, to know he may never return.

He could lie to himself and pretend it was to make the younger man into the best homosexual he would be. But everyone else knew better. Brian never spoke with his words, he spoke with his actions. And anyone who knew him knew he did it all in the name of love.<\/b><\/span><\/p>
<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:142044","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/142044.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=142044"}}],"title":"I'll be Back.","published":"2013-01-19T01:06:40Z","updated":"2013-01-19T01:06:40Z","content":"Author <\/a>aaa_mazing<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Title: I'll be back
Rating: PG-13 for language?
A\/N: not betaed. Hon, I miss you:)

\"ca\"<\/a>

God, this place sucks. Suuucks. Capital S. I have never seen a club where there were more dancers than customers.<\/p>

But if you ask me, and I stop being a queen, I really don’t get why. The place is perfect. Better than the Pitts deserves.<\/p>

Kinney. Any gay guy had to want to pay JUST to see Brian fucking Kinney. I had him. Well…okay,,,he had me. Years ago. I wouldn’t even have remembered him. I did. I do. I…mmmmm.<\/p>

Ted. Or Todd? Ted. A genius. A couple of my dancers are tanning their asses in Miami Beach thank to him. Good investment.<\/p>

The blondie. Justin? I can’t remember the name but who would forget the ass? And besides, they say the guy have saved the massive gay ass of this town.  And Kinney’s boy. Must be something.<\/p>

Emmett. This name I couldn’t have forgotten. Ever. Who ever forgets a flame?!<\/p>

I will demand drinks on the house. But, if you ask me,…maybe…the place doesn’t suck this much. This Kinney is a lucky asshole. He has so many friends. And a boy in love. I am sure I will be back here. And the place will be different. It will be a blast.                 <\/p><\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:141818","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/141818.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=141818"}}],"title":"Frozen Peas.","published":"2013-01-19T00:58:06Z","updated":"2013-01-19T00:58:06Z","content":"Author <\/a>aaa_mazing<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Title: Frozen Peas.
Written for a challenge i <\/a>qaf_land<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Not betaed. It is a warning.:)

\"moly\"<\/a>

Brian couldn’t  make himself lift his eyes to look at the face once again. A huge black ugly spot on the pale, almost translucent skin made anger boil deep inside him. He shook the feeling off, stepped aside to let his guest in.<\/p>

“Molly, what the …?” He started his question for the hundredth time and was fighting the desire to shake her. Hard.<\/p>

The girl touched his hand and smiled. Brian held his breath: the smile was so familiar, maybe that was why the pain in the not less familiar blue eyes hurt him almost physically.<\/p>

“Brian.” She all but whispered, her voice soft, calming. “Just tell me where Justin is. I have to talk to him.”<\/p>

Brian swallowed a growl of frustration. “He is out of town, Molly. Interior design conference in Texas. ”<\/p>

The smile faded. “Oh.” She rubbed the black eye unconsciously and winced. “Sucks.” She turned away to leave.<\/p>

“No, no, no.” Brian gripped her wrist. “Not so fast, Molly Taylor.”<\/p>

“Huh?” She pulled her hand but Brian was an ace in handling with Taylors.<\/p>

“You settle your ass their on the couch and stay still till my next instructions.” He frowned for more impact. “Got it?”<\/p>

“Got it.” The teenager nodded and decided to comply without further questions.<\/p>

“Good girl.” Brian mumbled and left for the kitchen. He got a pack of frozen peas out of the freezer, thanked Justin silently for the “healthier food, for Christ’s sake, Brian”. Because the only other cold thing in their fridge in Justin’s absence was beer. And Brian didn’t want his image of a grown up partner of Molly’s brother to be ruined.<\/p>

Back in the room, he gave Molly the pack and sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of the girl.<\/p>

She ouched when the icy plastic touched her face and raised her eyes – well, actually, AN eye by the time – to look into Brian’s.<\/p>

He fought to not avert his eyes and only voiced one question, the one that had been there for all that time. “Who?”<\/p>

She sighed and started, “Brian…”<\/p>

“Who. Did. This?” His tone brooked no argument.<\/p>

The girl put the pack on her knees, and answered after a long pause, “Dad.”<\/p>

Brian would choke on the words that were ready to leave his mouth. Only there were no words.<\/p>

The silence in the room was palpable.<\/p>

Brian’s hands clenched into fists and the only thing he wanted was that the fists met Craig Taylor’s face. Right fucking now. Instead, among all the questions in his head, he chose another one. “What for?”<\/p>

Molly shrugged and avoided his stare like she apparently wanted to avoid the question.<\/p>

“Molly.” Brian’s voice broke a dam.<\/p>

“I did nothing wrong, Brian. I swear. I was staying the weekend with him. A friend invited me to the movies. I wasn’t even late. I came in time, damn it.”<\/p>

It didn’t make things any clearer.<\/p>

Brian repeated insistently, “Molly?”<\/p>

“Dee gave me a lift. And…kissed me when we were out of the car.”<\/p>

Brian’s eyebrows climbed up his forehead. Craig was an outstanding asshole, but to hit his daughter for that? “That’s it, Molly?”<\/p>

She nodded.<\/p>

Brian decided to try another tactic. He touched girl’s hand and asked softly, “And this Dee, is he some Dean or Dylan? A bad boy from your school? That is why?”<\/p>

A blue eye full of tears and something else – joy? happiness? pride? – looked at Brian.<\/p>

“Dee is some Denise, a girl from my softball team.”<\/p>

This time Brian was about to choke on his own tongue. “A girl?”<\/p>

Molly shut her lips defensively, almost angrily, but repeated confidently, “A girl.”<\/p>

What happened probably shouldn’t have happened. Not if Brian wanted to safe the image of a grown up partner of Molly’s brother. He cracked up. He hooted with laughter. He was fucking crying with laughter.<\/p>

Molly looked hurt, tears welled in her only visible eye,…but not for long. In a second she joined Brian, and Brian could swear a couple of neighbors were about to call the police.<\/p>

A cartoon and a couple cups of coffee later Molly was tucked under a thick blanket and snoring quietly. He took a bottle of an already warm beer, hugged so lovingly by the sleeping girl, out of her hands. Frozen peas don’t stay frozen for long, he learned.<\/p>

In her sleep, Molly clutched the bottle with an unexpected strength.<\/p>

‘Tough cookies, these Taylor kids.’ He cast one last long look at the girl, turned off the light, and left the bedroom.   <\/p><\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:141459","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/141459.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=141459"}}],"title":"Thank yous and sorrys","published":"2013-01-18T13:55:54Z","updated":"2013-01-18T13:58:55Z","content":"I see it as it is my mission on LJ lately: To apologize and to excuse myself. 

I am very thankful to Lyn  <\/a>spike7451<\/b><\/a><\/span> nd Mel  <\/a>penelopes_web<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Girls, I got your fabulous post cards. I LOVE YOU. 

Alex  <\/a>beauty_forashes<\/b><\/a><\/a>pet0511<\/b><\/a><\/span>. Darling, I have NO words to say how sorry I am. For what I had said, and for not noticing your email. It was in my old email box too. You are a very good friend. A true friend. I am sorry.

More posts. Hold your breath."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:141186","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/141186.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=141186"}}],"title":"JFC and a lot more.","published":"2013-01-18T13:01:05Z","updated":"2013-01-18T13:02:32Z","content":"We hit a record for this winter. -40C. Good God, too cold even for us. I had to put a hat on (unbelievable!!!) and thus, had to take my wire earphones instead of my headphones. When I got home from the bus stop, the wire was broken in three places. It was frozen solid.

Look at the eyelashes. (I am still taking care of the fingers which were frozen while i was taking the pic).
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A couple of posts later. Take care. Please?

AND I AM REPLYING YOUR COMMENTS TODAY. i PROMISE. "},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aaa_mazing:140949","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/140949.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/aaa-mazing.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=140949"}}],"title":"Looky what I got!","published":"2013-01-17T04:54:05Z","updated":"2013-01-17T04:54:05Z","content":"A friend of mine designed this for me almost a year ago. And I finally got it.:)

THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH, HON!

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<\/a>qaf_land<\/b><\/a><\/span> s an interactive community for writers, graphics makers, and QAF lovers. You can find info, application, and rules in the tags.

Join us! It is fun!

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