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Titel: short stories pt 2
Genre: angsty, maybe some hints of romance
Author's note: I don't own these people, this is fictional
~~Tom's P.O.V.~~
Tom was sitting in the waitingroom in the hospital. He had gotten there 2 hours previous and was now waiting for some kind of doctor person to tell him whether Ed would live or not. He couldn't help but feel it was all his fault. Why hadn't Ed just talked to him? He hadn't even noticed Ed was feeling down. God he was such a bad housemate. And even a worse best friend. He curled up in a ball in his chair and started to silently sob in his knees. Why wasn't Bacon here? Why weren't Alex or Charlie or Fawn here? Where was everyone? He needed someone to cry to. To talk about what could have possibly possesed Ed to do this. But nobody was there. He didn't know how long he sat like that, drowning in his own sorrow, giving himself the blame off all this, but after a while he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw the tearstrained face of Fawn.
'The doctor says we can go to his room' She said silently. I nodded and stood up. Here we go.
~~Charlie's P.O.V.~~
I lay on my bed, my stomach grumbling for food. I shut my eyes tight and tried to stop it. It didn't work. But I couldn't eat, I couldn't. I was fat enough. I needed to be skinny for Alex. I sat up and looked in the mirror that stood across my room. I was such a pig. Fatrolls everywhere. Too much fat. I needed to loose it all. I stood up and walked to the bathroom. I locked the door, put the shower on and threw up. I needed to be skinny. I threw up again. For Alex. And again. Tears came to my eyes and my body told me to stop. But I didn't. I kept throwing up, with the image of Alex and skinny me, holding hands, laughing, kissing. I needed to do this. For Alex.
~~Michael's P.O.V.~~
MIchael was sitting in the airport in Edinbourgh, waiting for his crush to come get him. Yes, crush. Michael had had a crush on Liam for a year and a half by now. He freaked the hell out when he discovered it. He wasn't gay. He couldn't be gay. But then he had realised that Liam was special and he would be gay for him. But Liam wasn't gay, so MIchael kept it to himself. And it would've still be a secret to everyone, had that damned Tom Milsom not noticed. That kid noticed everything. Luckily Tom didn't tell anyone. But still, Michael prefered no one knew.
Genre: angsty, maybe some hints of romance
Author's note: I don't own these people, this is fictional
~~Tom's P.O.V.~~
Tom was sitting in the waitingroom in the hospital. He had gotten there 2 hours previous and was now waiting for some kind of doctor person to tell him whether Ed would live or not. He couldn't help but feel it was all his fault. Why hadn't Ed just talked to him? He hadn't even noticed Ed was feeling down. God he was such a bad housemate. And even a worse best friend. He curled up in a ball in his chair and started to silently sob in his knees. Why wasn't Bacon here? Why weren't Alex or Charlie or Fawn here? Where was everyone? He needed someone to cry to. To talk about what could have possibly possesed Ed to do this. But nobody was there. He didn't know how long he sat like that, drowning in his own sorrow, giving himself the blame off all this, but after a while he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw the tearstrained face of Fawn.
'The doctor says we can go to his room' She said silently. I nodded and stood up. Here we go.
~~Charlie's P.O.V.~~
I lay on my bed, my stomach grumbling for food. I shut my eyes tight and tried to stop it. It didn't work. But I couldn't eat, I couldn't. I was fat enough. I needed to be skinny for Alex. I sat up and looked in the mirror that stood across my room. I was such a pig. Fatrolls everywhere. Too much fat. I needed to loose it all. I stood up and walked to the bathroom. I locked the door, put the shower on and threw up. I needed to be skinny. I threw up again. For Alex. And again. Tears came to my eyes and my body told me to stop. But I didn't. I kept throwing up, with the image of Alex and skinny me, holding hands, laughing, kissing. I needed to do this. For Alex.
~~Michael's P.O.V.~~
MIchael was sitting in the airport in Edinbourgh, waiting for his crush to come get him. Yes, crush. Michael had had a crush on Liam for a year and a half by now. He freaked the hell out when he discovered it. He wasn't gay. He couldn't be gay. But then he had realised that Liam was special and he would be gay for him. But Liam wasn't gay, so MIchael kept it to himself. And it would've still be a secret to everyone, had that damned Tom Milsom not noticed. That kid noticed everything. Luckily Tom didn't tell anyone. But still, Michael prefered no one knew.
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Johnlock (Oneshot)
John stomped angrily into the flat. Making an effort to ignore Sherlock, who was now watching him, he threw himself into his favourite couch and buried his nose in a newspaper. Sherlock stared at him. John was always like this after things had been rough down at the clinic for him. Sherlock knew that he would spend the rest of the night in a crappy mood. If only he could cheer John up a little...
"John?" he said from across the room. John ignored him. Sherlock strode over to John's armchair and knelt beside it.
"John?!" he asked again, slightly louder this time.
"What, Sherlock?!" John yelled, staring menacingly int
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So just kiss me, sweetly and softly - johnlock
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“Yes but you are in love with John.”
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John yawned, stretching his arms and turning over to look at the alarm clock. The time was displayed in rude neon letters and he had to wait for his eyes to focus until he could read the time. Half past seven. He sighed and allowed himself to lay back for one more moment.
Half past seven and he could hear Sherlock shouting downstairs.
But he could only blame himself, really. He had only agreed to come to the Holmes estate when Mycroft had practically bribed him into coming because his brother had only agreed to come and celebrate his own mother’s birthday if
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-Johnlock- The taste of jam
Sherlock's ears perked at the rather.. distracting noise that came from John.
Scrape. Crunch, crunch, crunch. "Mmmff."
Sherlock's ears were virgins no more.
The detective admired John from over his newspaper. For the past minute or so John had been delighted in having a good cup of tea and biting into his jam toast. Sherlock watched as he took another bite. John practically radiated ecstasy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, eyelids fluttering closed and his mouth full with the delicious sweetness that was strawberry jam. He munched some more. Sherlock licked his lips.
"Nnnnmph." John groaned, spoiling himself with another bite.
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so here ya go, part 2
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MOAR. I seriously want more xD