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    “-You fat piece of shit! I'm through with your games, so go ahead and suck on my cli-”    “(Male name)! What do you want on your waffles: blueberries or chocolate chip?” Caspian called out from the kitchen. Interrupting your favorite part of the song called It's Over by the Sweaty Gorillas.    Your ears perked up at the mention of waffles, so you turned off your stereo. “Hmm,” you crossed your legs and leaned back on your chair, stroking your nonexistent beard. “How about….BOTH!” You grinned at the thought of Caspian’s delicious waffles and rested your feet on your desk. R

      It was Friday night and you were working your ass off at Walmart, putting items in the right shelves and carrying heavy boxes. But seriously, who wants to do that? Not you, that was for sure because come on it was Friday and all you wanted to do was Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!    “Fuck!”    “What the Frick Frack candy snap apple jack quarterback was that!” You heard someone squeal in surprise.    Oh shit did you just scare someone by saying the word fuck? Apparently you did.    Zooming behind the shelves where you heard the scream, you immediately froze up once you saw the God given CUTIE standing there. He was wea

     Laying on top of Roland's black Victorian bed, your limbs were sprawled out in a very suggestive manner and as for your clothes, they were evidently ripped apart so you had discarded of your pants and shirt earlier, leaving you only with boxers on. The red scratch marks that adorned your body were permanently etched upon your form, giving you an exotic look especially when both of your eyes were pitch black.    "Master," your voice took on a seductive tone. "Is there anything I could do for you? Perhaps give you a massage if you so desire." Getting up from his bed, you took long confident strides towards his tense form, all the while a

    "He looks stupid." You stated bluntly while looking up and down at the man's elaborate clothes.    "Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?" Alfred gasped in shock and pointed an accusing finger at your unimpressed form. "Cause I know you did not just badmouth my baby,"    Swatting his hand away from your face, you smirked at him and put your hands on your hips before clicking your tongue in a teasing way. "And what if I did Alfie," your smirk widened once you saw him scrunch his face in disgust at his accursed nickname. "I don't see what's so good about him other then his freaking handsome face."    Pouting in sl

    Curling up besides Francis who was soundly asleep with a small peaceful smile on his lips, you let out a deep sigh of exhaustion and twirled a strand of his blond locks with your index finger. Murmuring quietly in his sleep, Francis leaned in closer to your touch and sighed in contentment.    "I love you Francis," you whispered quietly in his ear while interlocking your hand with his. "And I apologize if I don't always show it but I really do." Sighing in exasperation, you ruffled your hair in annoyance because it seemed you could only ever confess your love to him in his sleep, which you thought was pretty pathetic.    "But tomorrow

    Glaring up at the conceded man before you, you harshly bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from saying anything inappropriate and instead opted to look away from his arrogant smirk. "Mr. Vargas I am your bodyguard NOT your personal maid so you can't force me into cleaning up your mess."    Raising a hand up to your cheek, Romulus slowly caressed it while biting his lip seductively. "Not even if I rewarded you?" At the sight of you shaking your head, Romulus's relaxed face quickly morphed into annoyance and with his hand still holding your cheek, he pinched it.    Wincing In slight pain you swatted his hand away from you aggressively

    "Out of my way, swine!" Romulus growled while shoving a sweet old man off to the side. "I'm on important business right now, and if you dare stand on my way I will personally feed you to the lions!" Marching towards room sixty-six which so happened to be the room you were staying in, Romulus kicked the door open and waltzed right in. "I'm here now you old bat." Romulus smirked while crossing his arms over his chest.    "Oh yippee, " You said without enthusiasm. "A preteen with anger issues has come to pay me a visit."    Frowning in what you just said, Romulus walked towards you and plopped himself on your bed. "You should feel honore

    Romulus had been walking down the street, scowling at the world. He glared down at his feet without looking up to see where he was going while thinking about stupid Aldrich and his stupid beard to really care about his surroundings. Too preoccupied with his thoughts he ended up slamming into another man.    "Watch where you're going, swine!" He shouted at whoever bumped into him.     You steadied your balance and shouted right back. "Speak for yourself, asshole!" Brushing some nonexistent dust from your suit, you squinted at the fuming man. "Who the Hell are you anyway?"    Clearly insulted, Romulus raised a hand and slapped you acr

    Roland paced around in his dark lair.    Well it wasn't really a lair, it was his father's basement which totally ruined the mystical vibe to it since there was multiple containers of old baby clothes, but he dealt with it for two specific reasons.    One, because he was evil. Well he felt pretty evil.   Two, because he wanted to join the E.V.I.L. club which stands for 'Egoistic Virgins In Love' to impress a certain someone with his sick magic skills.    Twirling his curl in contemplation he sighed and walked towards his table of potions and slammed his head on the smooth surface. "How is this possible? The mighty king of Hell doe

    Raising a small hand up to his forehead, Roland cleared his throat rather loudly and called out dramatically, "Oh dear, it seems I'm stuck on top of this counter forever since I can't get down!"    Quickly rushing in to the rescue you gave a heroic pose before declaring gallantly. "Fear not my dark prince, for I have come to rescue you!"    Giving you a wide smile that showed off his sharp teeth, he puffed out his chest arrogantly when you called him a dark prince and started throwing plastic balls at you. "Oh no! A meteor shower! Whatever shall you do?!"    Easily dodging all the balls that were feebly being thrown at you, you smir