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He feels alone.
Now this isn't an uncommon thing, being alone. He has to be alone, to edit, to work on university stuff, heck, he is probably alone more often then he is with other people. But he feels very alone today. It seems like everyone is busy, everyone has something to do or someone to see. Except for him.
"I'm alone." He types out, sending it to Jack before he can over think it more then he already has. "Why?" Jack texts back, and Dean smiles slightly. Someone else cares. "I just do. No-one's at home, everyone is busy." Maybe that wasn't the best answer, he thinks, as he stares up at the ceiling. And this is his life right now, looking at a white-washed ceiling and over-thinking texts.
After a minute or two, Jack still hasn't sent a text. He lets out an unhappy sigh, before burying his head back into his pillow. Of course Jack hasn't responded, he's probably off being productive instead of staring at ceilings. Stupid him. Stupid him and his expectations that always fail.
Then

"you're just a statue of the boy i used to know." Jon tells him, and Eduardo can't help but agree. It's not worth it, this relationship. Eduardo's far away from the love he once held for Jon. They can't even have a conversation anymore.
It's not like he doesn't care for Jon. That's the problem, he does, more then Jon knows. But it's the wrong kind of caring, the kind of caring friendship has for each other. What makes it worse, what makes it so, heartbreakingly worse, is that his feelings are the only ones that have faded.
Jon still loves him. And Eduardo doesn't know why, when they've both changed so much. Honestly, he couldn't tell you why he no longer loved Jon. They just didn't click anymore, is what he could say. But they still banter. Neither of them really wants to part unpleasantly. They love each other too much for that. But not in the right way.
And Jon's taking a deep breath, and telling him "I think we should break up." And it's right, it's the right thing to do for both of

Dependancy
who do you need to survive? Spy AU Dan is a spy who can't keep his cover and Phil is his handler.
"Oh fuck." Dan exclaims, skidding to a halt. He's trapped now, closed into an alleyway. His gun is somewhere in the nearby river, and his knife is only good for taking out one of the thugs.
"Agent Howell." The lead thug comes into view, wearing enough guns to supply an army. His bodyguard crouch and aim their guns at him, so the agent slowly raises his hands. Dan tries to think of some way to gain himself more time, anything at all. He wishes Phil was there, putting instructions down the phone on how he should act, what he should do. He's never been good at people situations. But instead of calm, dependable Phil, he's got a nervous newbie on the line, who is too busy hyperventilating to be of any use.
"Any ideas Ben?" He whispers down the line, but all he gets is a whimper. He's not going to much use. "Go get Agent Phil. Hurry!"
Looking back at Evil Charlie, he can't help but sh

"This is a bit of a hairy situation." Tom commented, looking at the fizzing neon of his opponent's lazercut. He'd been trapped in a corner, surely only seconds from a quick death. The electric gazed fearfully at him, growling to scare him. Tom only felt pity.
Trying to avoid the bright glow of the weapon that would initiate his death, he looked elsewhere, straight into his opponent's warm brown eyes. "Jenny?" She tipped her head to one side, regarding him with a sort of morbid curiosity. She edged the lazercut further away from his eyes so she could get a clearer look, but was suddenly jolted by a spasm of electric.
"Jenny!" Tom yelled out, as his girlfriend withered on the floor. He reached out a scarred hand to try and help her, before he could, the animalistic Jenny bounced away, grabbing her lazercut as she went. She gathered herself into a crouch, trying to get her bearings as the world spun around her. She swayed slightly on the spot, using her lazercut to keep her up.
The lazerc

There’s never enough time to spend together…
Jack Howard x Dean Dobbs
Fluff and angst galore!
It’s become normal, Jack realised, for them to be more affectionate when they’re together. After long periods apart, Dean will rush into his arms when they get off the train and Jack will spin him round. Dean’s hair will get windswept, and Jack will be dizzy, but it won’t matter because they’re finally together.
The cuddling on the sofa is pretty nice too, soft and warm and safe. They always do it after a video now, it’s like a stupid ritual or something. Jack will flop onto the soft sofa and Dean will lean into him. Sometimes Dean will fall asleep on his shoulder, sometimes they hold hands for no other reason then it feels nice, and Jack will always remember the time when Dean pinned him on the couch, but was too tired to do anything else but fall asleep on top of Jack.
The hand holding doesn't end when they leave the sofa though. It’s si

Bright sunshine is streaming in through the windows. Matt screws his eyes shut, trying to conjure up thoughts of deep sleep and happy dreams. It's too early! Someone's arm is wrapped around his back, and he snuggles into the warmth that Tord is radiating, smiling slightly as the Norwegian pulls him in closer and kisses his forehead. Despite them curled together half-naked, there's a blissful innocence about their actions.  
"Wake up lovebirds!" Comes a yell, and Matt pretty sure it belongs to Tom. He's starting to suspect Tom really hates personal displayers of affection. That, or he just has really bad timing. Tord sits up with Matt still clinging to him, he can't seem to wake himself up enough to care, but Tord can. "Dammit Tom, don't you have someone else to pester?" Tord growls, pulling up the blankets. Matt groans sleepily before resting his chin on the Tord's shoulder, and a fond smile flashes over Tord's lips before he turns back to glare at Tom.
"Just saying, you should have to

"Jon, Jon! Where the hell are you?" Eduardo raced down cold metal corridors, searching for his roommate, and possible friend. After spotting a large metal ship in the sky, and only finding Mark in the house. Eduardo had gotten worried. Getting into the ship using a blowtorch, he'd been searching the corridors for hours now. blonde!guy had agreed to the splitting up plan, and was currently trying to covertly distract the pilots so he could take control of the ship. Suddenly, the dark-haired man heard a noise. Crouching low and staying silent, he listened more carefully.
A faded, but still terror-ridden shriek filled the air, followed by a yell Eduardo knew well. He started to jog quickly, then began to speed up to a run, then a sprint. He knew that voice.
It was Jon.
Pausing outside the last door in the corridor, Eduardo gathered his wits before banging open the door. Taking in the room, he could see two rather ugly looking orange aliens bent over a table and a struggling Jon clapped on

Tord doesn't talk when he finishes clearing up the kitchen with Tom. They sit awkwardly next to each other on the sofa, and Matt tries to strike up a conversation with Tom. He can feel Tord's gaze on the back of his head, but every time he turns around the Norwegian is chatting to Edd or Tom.
So when Matt announces he's going to bed, it's no surprise to him that he can feel Tord's gaze on his back as he goes towards his room. Normally he wouldn't go to bed so late, but he's scared of what the dreams will bring tonight.
The lights fade as Matt closes his eyes, and he wishes he could open them, but he just can't. He's so tired, almost to the point of exhaustion, he only got more then four hours sleep last night.
He wakes up to dull light and a pair of arms holding him close, tears still rolling down his cheeks. "Shh, shh, it's okay Matt." Tord whispers, and Matt pretty sure he should be concerned about what this means for both of them, but he can't bring himself to care, not when they're

Slowly it comes to Matt's attention that someone is holding him close and stroking his back, whispering to him that's it's going to be okay, he needs to calm down, and that's all he needs to break down into the same shoulder four times in one day. He sobs, really sobs, until the hiccups have run away with him and he's just sitting there on the floor on Tord's lap. He thinks absently that he should be more embarrassed, but if Tord isn't he really doesn't care.
"Matt, what was that?" Tom asks after a long moment of awkward silence. Matt just buries his head into Tord's shoulder and attempts to ignore Tom. This probably isn't helping their not-dating case, but Matt can blame it all on being tired and his little breakdown. Probably. He feels his legs wrapping around Tord's waist and his arms around his neck. It's warm and far too comforting. Matt would probably just drop off right now if Tord let him.
He feels himself being lifted and he panics, grabbing onto Tord's t-shirt and looking up

Matt wakes up later then usual, still wearing Tord's hoodie and feeling pleasantly awake instead of half asleep like normal. He pulls the cover away from him and rubs his eyes, before all but rolling out of his bed. Padding down  the corridor, he bumps into Tord. The Norwegian gives him a slight smile before ruffling his hair slightly. "I didn't hear any screams last night. Sleep well?" Matt tries to brush the stupid smile he gets from that comment. Tord cares, he really cares about me, and does this mean he's been listening out for me most of the night for me?
As they walk through the doors together, two other members of their household go silent, before Tom bursts out laughing and Edd starts to chuckle, before joining in with Tom's giggles. "What's so funny?" Tord snaps out, as he grabs a bowl for him and Matt, pointedly ignoring the other two. Matt can't blame him.
"Well, maybe the fact that Matt's wearing your hoodie?" Edd points out between burst of laughters, as Tom gets a c

How To Fall Out
Based on 1901 lyrics, by Phoenix
'For a minute there I couldn't tell how to fall out.'
"I can't just fall out of love." Jon exclaimed, gripping his hair with an anguished expression on his face. Eduardo fought not to run to his boyfriend and stood his ground, crossed arms with angry expression. It was all an act, but it was an act he couldn't drop.
"We can't do this any more Jon. This isn't working out." Eduardo stated as calmly as he could, forcing his tone of voice to remain expressionless and hard. "Well we can work on it then!" Jon pleaded, moving closer to Eduardo to try and wrap him in a hug. Eduardo just stepped away, pain flashing in his eyes.
"It would never work. We're too different, and I need someone who's like me. We can't do this." Eduardo forced himself to say the bitterly untruthful words. They could work on it, but they wouldn't end up better. It didn't matter if he loved Jon any more. Continuing with the arguments and misunderstanding was only going to

It's dark. So dark. Matt can hear the thud of feet running on pavements, the sounds of terror, moaning and screaming. He tries to escape but he's locked in place. A zombie is hovering above him, before it lunges and bites at Matt's arm. The pain is so strong Matt blacks out, eyes staring blankly ahead at nothing. He can faintly hear Tord's voice shout "Oh my god, he bit off his arm!" and there's a moment when he thinks Tord will just pull out a gun, shoot him, end this miserable existence. He's a zombeh. He's in control of his thoughts but not his body, trapped to watch as he advances towards the zombie mod. The zombeh Matt tells them the plan, as inside Matt struggles, trying to make the words "Don't do it!" It never works. It never does. Then there's a flash and he's sent forward in time to be standing there, watching as his friends faces turn from shock to terror to hatred. He doesn't hear what the zombie him is saying, he's trying to tell Tord and the others that it's not him doing

Matt doesn't like going to sleep alone. The nightmares creep up to him and drag him into the depths of his darkest memories, the ones that he kept hidden in daylight. He didn't talk about it to his friends. How could he? They had their own nightmares to fight, and he shouldn't concern them with his...The worst part is, he often can't tell if his dreams are reality or just dreams. The colours are vivid and the sounds more so; it's no surprise that Matt gets confused. He finds it too terrifying to sleep most nights, preferring to stare at a wall or doodle away. He'll wait until true exhaustion takes a hold of him, so that the dreams stay as dreams, and don't fool him into believing it's reality.
Matt shuffles his way towards the kitchen, half asleep and drowsy. The nightmares he had last night keep replaying on a constant loop in the back of his mind, reminding him that he can't escape them even in the daytime. His screams echo around his mind and he hopes he hasn't woken up anyone with

"Hey, Eduardo? I couldn't come read in your room for a while, could I?" Jon poked his head into the artist's bedroom, observing the scene in front of him. Eduardo was crossed legged on his bed facing a sketchbook that was placed on his lap, holding one thin blue pencil behind his ear and another thicker one in his hand.
"No Jon. Go back to your room, I'm trying to come up with ideas." Eduardo gave a snappy answer, not even bothering to look up. He was trying to concentrate on his art, and Jon was such a distraction. He didn't know how Jon managed it, but whenever they were in the same room, in a matter of moments they'd be bickering or making jokes or kissing. The last option had only started a couple of days ago, but Jon was taking full advantage of it to get Eduardo's attention.
"But Eduardo, I'm lonely in my room!" The cold male whined, shuffling awkwardly in the cool hallway. He took a moment to take in the lack of response from Eduardo, before accepting he'd have to use bribery.
"

Christmas Lights
"Tom, I just wanted to put some lights up!" Edd yelled, as Tom tore down the bright red, green and gold lights, his angry face visible under the flickering lights.
"I told you I didn't want these up in my room! They're stupid and Christmas is stupid! Get that through your thick head!" Tom shouted, still intent on tearing down the lights. They tumbled to the floor in heaps of festive colours, and Tom took no care to avoid them as he tore down the rest. That only severed to fuel Edd's anger, igniting a fuse to a firework that would not take long to explode.
"Tom! Don't you dare tear them all down!" Edd shouted, but it was too late. Tom pulled out the plug, and stood triumphantly, before Edd saw red. The fuse had run down.
"Those that took ages to hang them up! Why do have to be so idiotic! I just wanted to make your room more festive! Why don't you just leave if you hate Christmas so much!" Edd's eyes narrowed in anger as he shouted at Tom, prodding him with every senten

"Matt, why is the house covered in red and green?" Tord asked, staring in shock at the astounding range of Christmas decorations. There was Christmas lights round the window, a decorated tree and mistletoe in the doorway. Matt was standing in the kitchen humming along to Christmas songs on the radio, as he attempted to place tinsel along the top of the cupboards.
"Well, first I just thought it would look nice. Then I remembered Tom doesn't like Christmas." Tord chuckled, leaning over to kiss Matt on the cheek and grab the tinsel. "Mind if I help you with annoying Tom?" He asked playfully, draping the tinsel where Matt had been trying to place it. "Only if you kiss me first." Matt told him, as the Norwegian laughed and tilted Matt's head up, brushing his lips with a kiss.
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"What song are you humming?" Eduardo asked, after trying and failing to figure it out. "You really can't tell?" Jon chuckled, before singing a few lines of 'All I want for Christmas is you'. "That is so cheesy."

(Jon x Eduardo)
Time Taken (Writing): Two and a quarter hours
Time Taken (Editing): Forty minutes
Parts: Seven
PART ONE
Normally when you leave your laptop on the floor to make a cup of tea, you expect nothing to have changed when you got back. Unfortunately this wasn't the case in Eduardo's house.
After making himself a cup of tea, Eduardo could come back to find one of two things; the laptop hot enough to burn through the floor or Jon admiring his roommate's current painting. The first one always made Eduardo feel slightly nervous (after all, he really didn't want to deal with a fire) but the second was what really pissed him off. It was his private work, and why the hell did Jon feel the need to comment on it anyway?
The artist found the second option lying in front of his laptop, hands resting gently on the mouse pad. "Eduardo, this is great! That sunset is just so pretty and- Owwww!" That sound effect was achieved by Eduardo slamming the screen down on Jon's hands, possibly whacki

"Tom! To-oooommm!" Matt came running into the living room, where Tom was playing yet another video game. Matt's little eyes were panicked and he stumbled straight into the sofa. Sliding next to Tom, he pointed out a pearly white tooth.
"Yes Matt, your teeth are wonderful. Now what's the big deal about that one?" Tom asked, moving up on the sofa so he could see Matt's mouth better. Matt's lip wobbled, and he pushed gently on the tooth. That too, wobbled.
"Tom, it's all wiggly! How do I make it stay in?" Matt whined, putting on his best cute eyes and tugging at Tom's sleeve. Tom fought the urge to aww at Matt, he did look adorable.
"Matt, all of your baby teeth are going to fall out. You're going to look silly for-" Tom started to state, before Matt's little voice yelled out "It's supposed to drop out!?!"
Tom raised an eyebrow at Matt's tone of voice. Most kids would be delighted with the fact they were getting money in the next few days, but apparently not this kid.
"...Yes?" Was all To

"Matt, Matt!" Tom raced around the house, looking for the smallest member in the house. He'd disappeared shortly after Edd had announced the entire 'family' was going on a walk, and Tom had been tasked to find him. He heard a shuffling, and paused his search.
He padded silently over to open the cupboard, the dark gloom making it almost impossible to find the grumpy-looking ginger. Matt looked wide-eyed at him, as Tom tried to grab him out of the cupboard. Seeing this wasn't going to work, Tom rolled his eyes and sat down next to the ginger, leaving the tired oak door to swing wide open.
"Why do you not want to go on a walk?" Tom asked quietly, poking Matt to wake him up slightly. Matt just yawned sleepily, snuggling into Tom. Tom shrugged him off, and looked directly at him.
"I don't wanna go on a walk! I like the indoors!" Matt crossed his arms and pouted. It only had the effect on making him more adorable. "Matt you have to go on walks. It's part of your 'healthy routine' or some oth

"Matt! It's bedtime!" Edd yelled up the stairs, leaning on the banister. The sounds of raring cars echoed up the stairs.
"Five more minutes! I've almost beat Tom!" Edd sighed, and put his hands on his hips.
"Hey, you've already beat me!" Tom frantically yelled, the sound of buttons being pressed bouncing round the house. "Matt, get up here now or no playing on any games tomorrow!"
The ginger's sigh was heard, and a small Matt trudged up the stairs. Tom thumped up the stairs, dragging his feet. Edd looked quizzically at Tom, who didn't meet his gaze.
"I beat him at Super Racing Cars 7." Matt whispered in Edd's ear, jumping into bed before Tom came behind him. He was wearing purple pjs, and they clashed violently with his hair. He snuggled into a blue soft-toy mirror, gazing into it happily. "Now, which story do you want?" The little Matt thought, before answering; "Zombie Nation!"
Edd told the story, with Tom correcting him. Matt had heard that story many times, but he still enjoyed it.

Jon entered Eduardo's bedroom, letting his eyes pan over the room. Two of the walls were plastered with the best of Eduardo's drawings, and another side held a unfinished mural of the Tardis. A majestic dark oak wardrobe sat in the cornor of the room, while a simuraly grand desk was planted opposite it.
And directly across from him, was a sleeping Eduardo. His chin was filled in with stubble, and he was curled on his side. The cover was almost completly over his head, and if the younger boy hadn't known the American would be there, it would of been impossible to guess anything was hidden under those blankets.
Jon complemented just waiting until Eduardo woke up, but that registered in his brain as the stalker thing to do. He padded over to Eduardo, and poked him. Eduardo rolled over, ignoring Jon. His nerdy blue t-shirt had hitched up a tad, showing Jon a lightly defined chest. Jon swallowed, and began to poke his friend. "Wake. Up. Eduardo. I'm. Here. To. Annoy. You."
Eduardo blearily

A week after, thier routine was the same. Jon would open his navy blue locker to find the details of where he would be meeting Eduardo at lunch, always with a miniscule sketchy doodle on the side (so far his favorite was the spotted bowtie). The two would meet up in various places around the school; Eduardo glaring at everyone until they left sheepishly and Jon looking incredibly awkward.
These hangout periods were mostly silent, but it was a comfortable quiet. It was filled with the scratching of pens from Eduardo doodling, sketching or painting and Jon working on his hard homework. The two felt comfortable.
Jon only heard the rumors when Eduardo had a day off school due to a terrible cold. That were hopelessly inaccurate to say the least... Gossiping students said they were probably dating, and that Jon had turned gay. Jon tried to ignore them, but the whispers got louder and more vulgar until he just stormed out of art class and left school a few minutes early.
He stood at the cross