He stole my pants. I punched him. He started crying. I felt sorry for him and chased him home in his boxers. But then my best friend got jealous and wanted my pants too. MM Slash
Brodie knew burning down his ex-boyfriend's house was a pretty idiotic thing to do. But he did it anyway, and now he's poor, homeless, single and suffering from a slight case of hay fever. /ONE-SHOT for Freak-of-Spade's Sept challenge./
Adelaide likes popping balloons with his body, spinning until he is sick and kissing his reflection. He also likes Steven, who happens to be asexual and wants to get in his pants. This is his story that smells like sour balloon plastic. [MM, Slash]
In the land of enchantment, Red isn't someone who does things for free. So when he's fired from the mattress factory and has to deliver a basket of goodies to his grandmother, he doesn't want any Prince Charming checking out his bruised bum. MM [SLASH]
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