Kiss the Rain: A JONAS oneshot

For a long time I was part of 10 authors who wrote JONAS fanfiction on fanfiction.net and it was awesome. I was one of the fan favorites and made a lot of friends and inspired a lot of people.

I kind of miss that, but nobody reads my fanfiction now because I never write it so.

Kiss the Rain

Disclaimer:I do not own JONAS, Disney does. And this idea was kind of sparked by Suburbs, who is the greatest fanfic author ever.

Summary:JONAS. A rainy night, some fangirls, and a boutique on the corner a few blocks from the Lucas’ house. What could go wrong? Or right… Joe/Macy

Author’s Notes:I love you, Suburbs. First JONAS fanfic.

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“We’re gonna have to make a run for it,” Macy whispered to the member of JONAS, Joe Lucas who stood next to her, staring out into the rain.

“Maybe we can wait it out,” Joe suggested as the screams of a hundred or so fans pierced the air behind them.

“I don’t think so,” she said, wincing.

“Great,” he muttered, “all the time I spent on my outfit and hair is about to go down the toilet.” Macy looked at him and chuckled.

“I never knew you were such a girl,” she whispered. Joe glared at her, unamused by her comment. He almost missed the old Macy Misa, the fangirl who freaked out when she noticed he had entered the same boutique that she had and usually wound up injuring him almost every time she came within a few feet of him. This new helpful Macy Misa was a little too sarcastic for his taste.

“Excuse me for caring ab-” he began, but before he could finish, the screams interrupted him as a hundred or so fangirls somehow found their way closer to Joe Lucas of JONAS.

“We have to make a run for it, now,” Macy said, her voice dangerously serious, “either way your hair and outfit are going to get ruined. So lets pick the less painful one, okay?” Okay, so he wasn’t missing the old Macy that much anymore. This one was way more logical.

“On the count of three?” He asked, closing his eyes to mentally prepare himself.

“Fine,” she responded, beginning the countdown as the crowd of screaming fans got even closer, “one,” he took a deep breath, “two,” he exhaled slowly and grit his teeth, “three!” He felt her hand grab his, pulling him out into the rain.

The two of them screamed together, shocked by how hard it was raining and by how cold the rain was.

“No amount of mental preparation could’ve prepared me for this!” Joe shouted over the sound of the water hitting their skin and their feet sloshing through the puddles on the pavement. Macy said nothing back, obviously concentrating on navigating through the alley and back to the firehouse where the members of JONAS lived.

It wasn’t a long walk from the little boutique on the corner, but in this downpour, it might as well have been the moon.

“You know,” he shouted, trying to keep up his running pace and talk at the same time, “I always thought that if I ever ended up in a situation like this, it’d be with Stella!” Macy nodded, trying to concentrate on running.

There wasn’t really any shelter between the boutique and the firehouse, so the sooner they got there, the better. Hopefully, no one would get pneumonia.

Though, after a few minutes, Macy had to know why he always thought he’d be in a situation like this with Stella.

“Why?” She shouted, gaining Joe’s attention.

“Why what?” He shouted back.

“Why did you always imagine yourself in this situation with Stella?” She almost passed the firehouse as she was asking that question, but Joe stopped, causing both of them to lose their balance and take a nasty tumble into the street next to the Lucas’ front door.

“Are you okay?” Joe asked, scrambling to his feet so that he could help her up.

“I think so,” She said, standing up on her own, not noticing the hand he was offering to her until she had already stood up. She offered him an apologetic smile.

“Let’s go inside,” he said, grabbing her wrist and leading her to the front door.

“W-wait,” she said and he turned around to face her.

“What?” He asked, rain beating down against his dark hair, making it stick to his face. She swallowed hard. Noticing that his thin t-shirt was now sticking against his chest. She wondered what she looked like right now, but tried not to dwell on it.

“You never told me why you always imagined you’d be doing something like this with Stella.” Joe smiled.

“Because,” he told her, his eyes wandering over her body, noticing that her brown hair was plastered to her face and her clothing was sticking to every curve of her body. He sighed.

“Because isn’t an answer,” she told him. He smiled again, reaching up to cup her face in his hands, tilting it upward so they were staring directly into each other’s eyes.

“That answer doesn’t really matter anymore,” he whispered. A million thoughts were going through her head right now, her heart was pounding, palms sweating (as best they could out in the rain). Her fingers twitched slightly.

“It doesn’t?” She asked in a whisper, watching as he moved his face closer to hers. His whole soaking wet body was pressed against her right now and her mind was finding it hard to register anything other than “Joe Lucas from JONAS is about to kiss me”. She wasn’t even registering the rain that was still pouring down over them.

“Nope,” he whispered back, closing the distance between them. Macy sighed. Somehow she always knew her first kiss would be in the rain.

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End Notes:I know it’s kind of spacy, if only you knew how many ideas I’ve trashed tonight. It’s a one-shot and the ending is kind of week…but…I tried.I love reviews :).

Shocker: An Unfabulous Fanfiction

Shocker

Chapter One: A Pointless Beginning

Disclaimer: I do not own Unfabulous, Nickelodeon does.

Summary: They grow up so fast. It’s Freshman year and now they’re on the bottom again. GinaxZach and AddiexJake.

Author’s Notes: I was honestly hoping that it wouldn’t have to come to this, truthfully. I don’t like writing fanfiction, but it is so incredibly sad that there’s only one fanfic in the Unfabulous section. Does no one watch this show? I thought it was really great. So here goes, it’s been a long time since I lowered myself to this, but yeah.

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I stared at Jake with my mouth open wide in shock. Did he just ask me what I thought he did? I stared at the item that he held between his thumb and forefinger with wide eyes. He waved it in front of me as some sort of sick reminder. I was eighteen! I had my whole life ahead of me and here he is, my boyfriend of five years asking me this. I guess I should’ve expected it to happen eventually, but not…wait a second, it would seem that I’ve gotten ahead of myself. Let me go back to how this all started and I’ll explain everything.

Believe it or not, this all started four years ago when Gina, Zach, Jake and I all became freshman in high school. We were all on the bottom again, but such is life. You have to start somewhere and right then we were all starting over again in an unfamiliar school and and we were all a little freaked out. But before I get ahead of myself once more, why don’t I just start the story on the first day back to school? That seems simple enough.

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I yawned, propping my face up on my elbow. Morning announcements in high school were boring. At least back in middle school they were on the TV, in high school they just made them over an intercom and it was hard to pay attention to anything they were saying. Or it was this first morning when all I wanted was to get out of home room and meet up with my boyfriend by my new high school locker.

Being on bottom again didn’t really bother me. I was fourteen now, instead of the twelve I had been last time. I had grown up a lot since way back then and I knew how to avoid getting dumped into a trashcan by those neerdowell seniors that crowded the upper classman hallways.

It felt like it took forever for the bell to ring. It didn’t matter that homeroom was only like fifteen minutes long, it was forever in teen years. I could practically feel my life wasting away while the announcements kept going on and on and on.

I looked around the room, trying to pass the time and get to know my surroundings. The first day of school always seemed so surreal to me, like it was a dream. Like my surroundings could disappear in and instant and I guess somehow throughout the year they do. Everything in the room was subject to change, especially the thirty students that surrounded me. Throughout this year they would change so-oh look, the bell. You see? It waits until I’m perfectly content in my thoughts about change and dreams to interrupt me.

I gathered my things and made my way out of homeroom quickly, nearly flattening my new teacher Mr. Jackson. That wasn’t a very good thing, considering I’d have to see him later on today to be bored for the eighth and final time while I sat through his Spanish class. There is one good thing about Mr. Jackson’s Spanish class though; all four of us had it together.

I walked quickly down the hall towards the locker I had just been assigned this morning. When I got there, Jake was waiting for me. Gina and Zach had been assigned lockers on another hallway. Fortunately, Jake and I were practically next door neighbors. Unfortunately, The only time I would get to see Gina and Zach was in class.

When I stopped by my locker Jake smiled down at me, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on my lips.

“How was homeroom?” He asked, pulling away.

“Boring.”

“I see,” he said with a smirk.

“So not funny, Jake,” I responded.

“You’re so cute when you’re bored,” he replied, laughing to himself at some joke I had failed to find funny in any sort of way.

“I have to get to my next class,” I said, checking the time on my cell phone.

“Let me walk you,” Jake said. I raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t want you to be late-” I started, but he cut me off.

“English, Addie,” Jake said, “With Mrs. Daniello. We have it together, remember?”

“Right,” I responded. High school was so complex.

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Notes: This chapter is gawdawful. I’ll understand if you don’t finish it. Seriously, I will. I just know that eventually it’s going to get better. I try not to beef up my chapters with irrelevant crap like other fanfiction authors do, but this whole chapter is basically a waste of space other than the fact that it provides a little bit of a backstory.


Chapter Two

Disclaimer: I do not own Unfabulous, Nickelodeon does.

Summary: They grow up so fast. It’s Freshman year and now they’re on the bottom again. GinaxZach and AddiexJake.

Author’s Notes: Everyone begged for me to update this, so here you go guys, another chapter.

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The rest of our classes that day seemed to drag on forever, our teachers handed out syllabuses and explained the classroom rules. I only had one class with both Gina and Zach and one class with Jake. For the rest of my classes, I was alone and it was kind of boring. There was no one to pass notes with and no one to give weird looks to when the teacher said something questionable. So for my last few classes I had been eerily quiet.

“How was your first day of high school, honey?” my mother asked when I walked through the door. I sighed and dropped my bookbag from my shoulder and onto the floor. She gave me a questioning look.

“It was fine,” I informed her, “a little boring, though.” I moved through the kitchen towards the refrigerator and opened the door, feeling cool air rush over my skin. I searched the shelves for something to snack on and eventually decided on an apple juice box and a vanilla pudding.

“Why was it boring?” My mother asked, still trying to press for more details from school. I sighed again and shrugged a little.

“I only have two classes with any of my friends in them. So for the rest of the time I actually have to pay attention.” My mother laughed a little bit.

“That’s what school is about, Addie,” she said, “it’s about paying attention and making new friends.” I shrugged a little and opened my pudding, walking over to the other side of the kitchen to grab a spoon.

“I guess so,” I said, “I mean, it wont be so bad. We all have lunch together.”

“Good,” my mother said, “look on the bright side.” I smiled a little.

“Thanks mom,” I responded, taking a bite of my pudding before setting it down on the counter and going back to my bookbag.

“You’re welcome,” my mother said, watching me pick up the bag and carry it to the kitchen table before depositing it in one of the chairs. She stared at me for a second, a sort of questioning look on her face, “you have any homework?” she asked.

“Not much,” I responded, “but Jake, Gina and Zach are all gonna come over to do what little homework we do have.”

“Alright then,” my mom responded, “let me go ahead and get out of your way then.” I smiled thankfully at her. My mom always knew when she was no longer, well…welcome somewhere.

“Thanks mom,” I said, walking back to the counter and grabbing my pudding and my apple juice. She smiled at me a little before walking upstairs.

“I’ve got to get some work done anyways,” she said.

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Well, that’s all for now. I’m not really good at writing any kind of fanfiction.

Original Work: Massacre

In which I have someone called “The Doctor” murder all or one of my OCs in VERY graphic ways so.

CW: Blood, gore, murder, I literally read this while squinting. Idk why this is on my fanfiction.net account.

Massacre

Summary: Welcome to the night. Mary-sue and an OC. You have been warned.

Disclaimer:
I do not own Rain or any of the other Sues mentioned in this “fan-fiction”. The various authors that are reading and reviewing this do. I also do not own The Hippocratic Oath, but anyone with half a brain would already know that. I do, however, own Doc. Steal him and I’ll be forced to do something rather terrible.

Author’s Notes: I find these notes, rather annoying. I just wanted to make it look like I actually still give a crap about FFN.

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The Hippocratic Oath

I swear to fulfill, to the best of my ability and judgment, this covenant:
I will respect the hard-won scientific gains of those physicians in whose steps I walk, and gladly share such knowledge as is mine with those who are to follow.
I will apply, for the benefit of the sick, all measures that are required, avoiding those twin traps of overtreatment and therapeutic nihilism.
I will remember that there is art to medicine as well as science, and that warmth, sympathy, and understanding may outweigh the surgeon’s knife or the chemist’s drug.
I will not be ashamed to say “I know not,” nor will I fail to call in my colleagues when the skills of another are needed for a patient’s recovery.
I will respect the privacy of my patients, for their problems are not disclosed to me that the world may know. Most especially must I tread with care in matters of life and death. If it is given me to save a life, all thanks. But it may also be within my power to take a life; this awesome responsibility must be faced with great humbleness and awareness of my own frailty. Above all, I must not play at God.
I will remember that I do not treat a fever chart, a cancerous growth, but a sick human being, whose illness may affect the person’s family and economic stability. My responsibility includes these related problems, if I am to care adequately for the sick.
I will prevent disease whenever I can, for prevention is preferable to cure.
I will remember that I remain a member of society, with special obligations to all my fellow human beings, those sound of mind and body as well as the infirm.
If I do not violate this oath, may I enjoy life and art, respected while I live and remembered with affection thereafter. May I always act so as to preserve the finest traditions of my calling and may I long experience the joy of healing those who seek my help.

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The Doctor.

I DON’T WANT TO BE CURED,” she pleaded as the doctor jabbed her with a needle that was full of some strange green liquid.

“No,” she whimpered, “please!” But it was too late, he pumped the syringe into her blood stream. It burned through her veins and she screamed.

“Good girl,” the doctor said, watching as her body began to transform from half-cat half-human to an all human girl. If he was lucky, maybe his subject would actually survive this time around.

“My name is Rain,” she choked out through the tears. The doctor’s demented face curled into a devilish grin.

“Well then, Rain,” The doctor said, “looks like you’ll be my first specimen to survive this injection.” Rain’s grey eyes widened in fear.

“What?” She whimpered. The blood in her veins felt like it was acid, eating through her skin. It was getting harder and harder for her to stay awake.

“If you can stay awake, that is,” the doctor informed her as he noticed her eyes were beginning to close slightly. Her eyes opened wide again and tears poured from them.

“Why did you do this to me?!” She screamed, launching herself at the bars of the cage that surrounded her.

“Amusement,” he replied.

“You have nothing better to do than…than…” she held back a sob, “kill people who are different?” The doctor tilted his head back and laughed.

“Different?” he scoffed, “there are plenty of girls just like you.” He moved away so she could see the twelve other cages that held the dead bodies of girls that had the same features that she did. She glared at the doctor.

“Who are you?” she hissed. The doctor smiled.

“They call me The Doctor,” he answered, fiddling with a scalpel, “perhaps you’ve heard of me.” She gulped and watched the strange-looking knife as it glittered between his fingers.

She had heard of him. Who hadn’t? The demented man was all over the news these days; he was a serial killer.

“What do you plan on doing with that?” she whimpered, watching the knife. The Doctor smirked.

“If you live through this you’ll find out soon enough,” he informed her, turning his back and walking towards the other cages.

“Wait!” she screamed after him, “let me out of here!” He chuckled.

“I don’t see that happening anytime soon.”

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SHE WAS STILL AWAKE when her blood stopped burning. That’s when The Doctor returned.

“I’m surprised you’re still among the living,” he remarked. She glared at him, breathing hard and wiping the sweat from her forehead on the back of her hand.

He smiled at her and opened the door to her cage, reaching in, grabbing her by the throat, and pulling her out. She yelped and made choking noises as her feet dangled just inches above the floor. Her nails clawed at his hand, but it was of no use; she couldn’t use them as weapons as she once had.

“Can’t…breathe…” she choked out as he knocked her cage off of the table it had been on and threw her against the cold metal cot. She yelped again as he released her neck. She gasped for air and before she realized what was happening he had her fastened to the table and was arranging his tools next to her.

She struggled against the binds.

“What are you doing?” she asked as he picked up the strange knife he had been holding earlier.

“Tests,” he answered, examining the object.

“What kind of te-” she began, but was cut off when he slammed the knife back on the table beside her. She jumped at the loud noise and whimpered. He smirked, picking up the scissors and he began to cut away the fabric of her shirt. She screamed.

“No! No! No! Please!” She begged, struggling against the binds. The Doctor didn’t answer her, he pulled her shirt away and began on her skirt. She thrashed around on the table, screaming, begging, crying. He focused on the sound of the fabric being cut away, the soft, hypnotic sound of snip, snip, snip was absolutely intoxicating.

His lips parted at the thought of the scissors dissecting her skin. The blood pouring from her body. He tore her skirt away and stared down at her.

“Tch,” he said when he noticed the undergarments and began to cut away those with his scissors as well.

“No!” she screamed, “No please! Please!” He ignored her, pulling away the last of her clothing and putting the scissors down on the table. He reached for the scalpel and traced it along her smooth, pale skin. She screamed and trashed around the table.

“Hush.” he said so quietly, he doubted she could hear him. Then, slowly, he pushed the knife into her skin, just below her diaphram, and cut a clean line all the way down to her navel. He watched her face as he did this. Her eyes were wide with shock, her mouth open in a silent scream, her lungs were spent. Blood bubbled up from the cut as he pushed the scalpel farther, past her navel, before stopping.

Her body was shaking now, her face frozen with fear. Her eyes were locked on his face, begging him to tell her why he was doing this.

He thrust his ungloved hand into her abdomen and she gasped. Then the shaking ceased as she died with his hand around her heart.

“Tch,” he said, pulling his bloody hand out and licking the warm liquid from his fingers, “I’m disappointed.”

Stow Away: A Black Widow/Pirates of the Caribbean crossover (probably)

TW/CW: Homophobia? I think? I only glanced at this. tbh i don’t even remember writing it. this is over 10 years old.

Stow Away

Summary: Natasha Saw the black pearl and was transfixed by it’s beauty. She boards the ship as a stow away and dresses as a man. ONESHOT Jack x OC

Disclaim: Don’t own POTC


The ship had called out to her. Its black sails seemed to put her in some type of a daze. Before she knew it, she was walking towards it and straight into the sea.

She had heard of the ship in stories once upon a time, but she had never dreamed that it would be real. The Black Pearl that was its name and it was her destiny

She could hear someone calling out to her as she braved the ocean, but she ignored it. Her target was the pearl, and the affections of a certain man aboard.

Someone was rushing up behind her. She felt strong arms grab her around her waist, but she struggled free of those arms and the long black dress that was full of white ruffles and weighed her down quite a bit.

She was so close now; all she had to do was sneak on board. She gripped a long rope in her small, but firm hands and held on as she felt the boat leave port.

Climbing up took every ounce of strength and skill that she had in her pathetic body. It also took stealth, because once she was on the deck she needed a certain attire to pass as a man as well as a pirate.

The clothing was easy to find within the captain’s chambers. She quickly pulled off her clothing and changed into man’s clothing. She used torn pieces of cloth to pull her long black hair back into a braid that she could tuck under the hat she wore on her head.

The finished product seemed convincing enough. So she left and sneaked back out onto the deck and watched the men run around and yell. Most of them were drunk, she could tell. She had been inside a few bars herself.

“Excuse me,” a drunken sounding voice asked from behind her, she turned around, “do I know you?” She froze. It was the captain. Who was she to think she could fool a man so wise.

“I am,” she said with a Russian accent, “Nata…sha?”

“Natasha?” the man asked, “I’ve never heard of a man named Natasha before…”

“Oh, that’s not my name, it’s my mother’s name,” her Russian accent was still strong with this sentence.

“Then what is your name?” Natasha froze again, thinking.

“Nata sir,” she said, trying to rid herself of her still very heavy Russian accent.

“Okay then,” the man said before holding out a bottle, “Rum?”

“No thanks,” she said. Jack looked at her skeptically.

“Are you sure you’re a pirate?” He asked.

“Uh,” Natasha Said, “Fine, give me the rum.” Jack held out the bottle and she took a swig. She had never been much of a drinker, but she guessed if she had to be to be a pirate…then so be it. Anything to stay on this ship.

She handed the bottle back to Jack with a sour look on her face. Drinking just wasn’t her thing. Jack took the bottle back eagerly before trotting off towards the other side of the ship. Natasha let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and she began to cough. The rum had left a disgusting taste in her mouth.

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It had been two days since they left harbor and no one had seemed to notice any of her female qualities. Such as her lack of upper body strength, her lack of any strength whatsoever and that fact that she couldn’t wield a sword.

She guessed either this disguise was flawless or these pirates were complete idiots. She pleaded the latter.

Not many people on the ship spoke to her, she guessed it was because she was weak and it embarrassed them. Or worse, they could know she’s a girl, but Jack still spoke with her…so she guessed it didn’t matter.

It wasn’t until the third night, did the captain invite her into his quarters for something ‘special’ as he called it. The ‘special’ part kind of made her cringe. Either he was gay or her secret had been revealed. The thought of gay pirates made her sick. It was this whole, oh my gosh what they do at sea thing.

She lingered in front of the door for a few moments before knocking. She didn’t know why she knocked, but she didn’t want to walk in on anything weird. She cringed again at the thought of walking in on something as the door opened revealing Jack and a very…candle lit room.

‘Davy Jones…’ she thought ‘he IS gay.’

“Yeah,” Natasha said, “I’ll just leave now…” She turned around to go, but Jack grabbed her wrist. She cringed at his touch and her whole body began to shiver.

“Don’t leave,” he said, resting his chin on her shoulder. Her eye was beginning to twitch now.

“Listen,” she said, pushing him back and turning around, “I’m not who you think I am, I’m a—” Jack laughed as he cut her off, “A woman?” She bit her lip. He had known all along.

“Yeah,” she said, “a woman.”

“You need to work on your disguise love,” he said, pointing to her chest. Natasha rolled her eyes.

“You’re such a pig,” she said, slapping him before walking off. He smirked and rubbed his face.

She sat on the edge of the ship and stared down into the water. All men were pigs in this day in age, but she thought that maybe they would change aboard a ship. Who was she kidding? Men on ships were worse than men on land.

Jack watched her from behind. He was tempted to push her overboard, but he decided against it. She was pretty even if she was a stowaway and dressed as a man. But she was still a stowaway and he loved another woman…the same woman that loved his supposed ‘friend’. Who knows, maybe things would change. Oh, who was he kidding…she was only a stow away.

Curiosity & CPR: Two Hannah Montana oneshots for the price of one.

i. Curiousity

Summary: Curiousity killed the cat. OxM ONESHOT


Miley sighed deeply as she lay on her bed and stared up at the ceiling; on the other side of her room in a chair, sat her best friend Oliver.

“This is so boring, Oliver,” Miley complained as she stretched her hand out in front of her face and examined it.

“It’s so nice you think hanging out with me is boring,” Oliver said sullenly. Miley sat up then and shot him a look.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Miley said, her voice dangerously bordering on anger. Oliver only shrugged and avoided her eyes.

After awhile an uncomfortable silence engulfed the two slowly. Each of them seemed to fear the sound of their own voices for a second, until Miley broke the ice, “What’s wrong Oliver?” She asked. Her voice sounded weird to her for some reason, but she just brushed it off.

“Nothing,” Oliver said, still not meeting her eyes. A groan escaped Miley’s lips as she felt her legs stand up involuntarily.

Before she knew it, her hands were on either side of Oliver’s face, forcing him to look up at her. She asked her earlier question of ‘what’s wrong?’ yet again; this time she received a head shake.

“I can’t read your mind Oliver,” Miley said impatiently. He met her eyes then, and something about his gaze made Miley nervous.

“I’m just confused is all,” Oliver said, his hands reaching up and touching Miley’s that were still on his face.

Miley’s heart pounded uncomfortably in her chest as she dropped her hand’s to her side and backed away from him until she hit her bed and fell backwards onto it.

“How confused?” She asked suddenly; her voice was barely above a whisper.

She heard him stand up at her statement and walk towards her. Out of both fear and curiosity, Miley didn’t move; even when she felt him lay on her bed next to her, gripping her hand in his.

“This confused,” he whispered. His breath was hot against her cheek and she turned towards him then, her heart beating rapidly as she felt his lips touch hers softly.

She felt her hands begin to shake as they reached up and touched his face after she had rolled over to face him. His hands slid around her waist as he planted soft kisses on her lips.

Both of their hearts were pounding in turn with each other and it was the most beautiful moment either of them has ever experienced; until their heard that old familiar noise of Lily entering into Miley’s room and her voice filled their ears.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late,” she said with her back to them as they both sat up quickly and Oliver sped off to his chair on the other side of the room and Miley began to fix her hair quickly, but it was too late…Lily had already turned around.

“What happened to you two?” She asked with a laugh. Both Miley and Oliver laughed nervously then before saying and unison, “Curiosity.”

ii. CPR

Summary: Continuation of Curiosity. OxM ONESHOT


“CPR?” Oliver asked with a raised eyebrow; both Lilly and Miley shrugged at his question then.

“Seems kinda silly huh?” Miley asked, her eyes locking with Oliver’s briefly before they both blushed and turned away from each other. Lilly caught this and sighed.

“What is wrong with you two?” Lilly asked before placing her hands on her hips, “ever since you two where alone…in…” her voice trailed off then as her brain began to make the connection.

“OH MY GOSH YOU DIDN’T!” Lilly bellowed, receiving glances she didn’t seem to notice.

“Didn’t what Lilly?” Miley asked, trying to keep her cool as a light blush formed across her cheeks.

“YOU DID!” Lilly screamed, attracting unwanted attention to the group once more.

“Did what?” Oliver asked, trying to sound genuinely confused even when the light blush formed on his cheeks. Lilly turned to him and her lips parted slightly with a soft smacking noise.

“You kissed her,” she breathed into his face. Oliver took a step backwards then, almost knocking over a jewelry display that was right behind him.

“I did not,” Oliver said coolly. He was willing the blush to go away now, but it only got worse.

“You did,” Lilly said with a toothy smile.

“He didn’t,” Miley said as her voice finally returned to her; it sounded strange not, like it was forced. Lilly stared at her then, but Miley avoided Lilly’s eyes and stared over her head at Oliver’s now relieved face.

“Miley,” Lilly said with a pout on her lips.

“Lilly,” Miley said sternly.

“You’re my best friend; I thought we told each other everything!”

“You are Lilly, and we do,” Miley said, stepping forward and taking Lilly’s hand, “don’t you think if I has kissed Oliver—”Miley made a face at that—”I would have told you?” Lilly narrowed her eyes.

“I don’t know,” Lilly said before adding, “out of embarrassment you might not.” Miley rolled her eyes.

“Kissing Oliver is not embarrassing…” Miley said with a laugh before adding, “He’s actually a pretty good—” Miley cut herself off as both she and Oliver froze.

“How would you know?” Lilly asked as she raised a blonde eyebrow. Miley and Oliver exchanged looked and then shrugged, “CPR,” they said together with wide smiles.

“CPR?” Lilly asked confused.

“Silly isn’t it?” Oliver asked, and the three headed off down the mall walkway and towards the foot court.

“It really is,” Miley replied back as her fingers brushed Oliver’s and their hands laced together briefly.

“It really is,” Oliver repeated in a whisper.

Masters of Time: A Danny Phantom AU fanfiction

Masters of Time – Parody

Summary: What would happen to Sam and Tucker without Danny being born? Danny does back to the past and finds out.
Disclaimer: Don’t own DP, BH does. I do own writing, but not idea. Get used to it X.x.


Changing the past had to be the stupidest thing her had ever done. Of course it had saved Sam and Tucker, but it had destroyed him, his sister and his parent’s relationship. He felt terrible.

Then an awkward thought struck him. What happened to Sam and Tucker? He remembered that he had met Sam first and Tucker came along later, but…Tucker would’ve never known Sam if Danny hadn’t introduced them. Would they have become friends without him though?

He turned and flew toward Tucker’s house. When he got there he looked in through the window of Tucker’s room. It was empty. He blinked and phased through the wall. The room was filled with dust and boxes.

A little shocked, Danny phased through the door of the room. The house looked the same. It still had the pictures up on the wall of Tucker’s parents and him too, but why was his room empty? And why was Tucker so young in all of the pictures? They used to have pictures of him older hung along the walls, but now the oldest he got was around eleven or twelve.

Danny floated down the stairs and saw Tucker’s mother sitting at the table flipping through an old family album and drying her tears.

“You were so young,” she whispered as a sob escaped her lips, “I’m sorry Tucker…” Danny’s eyes grew wide in realization. Tucker had…died? His heart started to feel like it was being torn apart. His best friend was gone? That’s how his life turned out?

Danny looked down at the album as Tucker’s mother’s sobs got louder.

“If only I had been paying more attention…if only I had seen that car coming…” Tucker’s mom sobbed into the table. A few tears fell from Danny’s eyes too before he decided he couldn’t take it anymore and turned to go to Sam’s house.

As he neared the house he saw Sam out front. He sighed with relief, at least she was alive. But as he got closer he realized something. She was wearing…bright colors? He winced at her attire and floated closer.

She appeared to be on the phone. Her voice sounded weird too. She started talking about latest fashions and all that crap. Danny’s stomach lurched. Sam was popular? This was definitely a creepy alternate reality.

“Oh, did you hear about that kid a couple years ago?” She asked, “Yeah, him, the one that like got into that crash or something…what was his name?”

“I don’t know…Foley or something like that, served him right though, he was such a pervert,” the voice on the other side said. Danny growled.

“I know,” Sam said, “you are like so right Star.” Danny growled again before turning away and flying towards Casper High School.

He couldn’t stand having people talk that way about his friend, even if his other friend was dissing him. He would rater take a look around the school anyways. He had wondered how Lancer turned out without Jazz, his star pupil.

Danny phased through the side of the school and looked around the hallways. They were absent of ghosts and that made Danny a little happier.

“At least something good happened,” he commented. Then he heard someone sobbing down the hall. He turned and went towards the noise.

Then he saw her, Paulina, dressed in all black.

“This just gets weirder and weirder,” Danny commented in a barely audible whisper. Sam was popular, Paulina was a Goth. He assumed that nothing else had changed, but as Lancer walked out of his class room he proved Danny completely and utterly wrong.

The older man looked in terrible shape as he walked towards Paulina. She looked up at him, tears still in her eyes.

“Out,” he said, pointing towards the door. Lancer seemed to be more bitter than usual. Maybe it was because without Jazz the academic scores plummeted. He winced at Lancer as he turned back towards his office, going in and shutting the door harshly. Danny followed him.

On the inside of the office, news paper clippings about academic scores littered the walls and Danny couldn’t help but laugh. Lancer was even more of a nut than he used to be.

He heard the chair squeak as Lancer leaned back in it and placed his feet on his desk.

“Why couldn’t I have just one intelligent student?” He asked aloud, “instead of this school full of nitwits.” Danny just watched him silently.

He guessed that he had changed too much and now he had to fix it. He phased through the remaining parts of the school and exited.

He was heading for Wisconsin now, to try and use his mother’s ghost portal and fix all the things he had ruined; including the lives of his enemies.

Concrete Angel: A Danny Phantom OC fanfiction

Concrete Angel

Summary: Introducing Ellie. Vlad meets a strange girl on his way home one night. ONESHOT VM x OC
Disclaimer: Don’t own DP, BH does. I do own writing. Get used to it X.x. I ALSO OWN ESMERALDA, SHE IS MINE.


It was cold and rainy. She held her knees to her chest and shook. She could feel her ribs cracking as she breathed and cried into her knees. She wasn’t sure if they were broken or cracked or something else.

Her eyes were beginning to sting from the cuts on her face and the bruises on her eye.

She had worn out her other excuses around her friends. She ran into a door, she fell down the stairs…she fell out of her window.

Why didn’t she try to protect herself in that family of freaks? She could go intangible, walk through walls, blast them away with her psychic energy…but it would all come at a price.

If she let them hit her, she had a place to stay. If she exposed the half of her that she had been keeping secret since birth…they would give her up for study or tell everyone about her as she ran away.

Why was this so hard?

She heard someone behind her, but she ignored the noise. She doubted she could turn around to see who or what it was anyway.

Someone placed a hand on her shoulder causing her to breathe sharply before letting out a wail of pain. The hand pulled back in surprise.

“Don’t…touch…me…” she wheezed before her battered body gave way and she fell against the cool concrete.

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A heart monitor was beeping when she opened her eyes. The room was dark and in the back of her mind she swore she could hear water dripping.

“Good,” a smooth voice said, “you’re awake.”

Her eyes traveled to him, taking in his features. His hair was long a grey, he had it smoothed and pulled back into a pony tail. He wore a back suit and he was very muscular for how old he must’ve been. His eyes were a brilliant, yet dull color that she couldn’t quite make out.

“Who are…” she started, but her voice faulted as she winced in pain.

“Vlad Masters,” came his simple reply as he placed his hand on hers. She began to move her arm away, but pain shot through her shoulder and he frowned at her.

“What’s wrong with me?” she asked, struggling not to use too much air. Vlad tilted his head back and let out a short laugh before turning back to her.

“Nothing is wrong with you child,” he said. Her heart began to beat uncomfortably.

“Why…am I in so much…p…pain?” she struggled out.

“Oh,” Vlad said, “you mean that kind of wrong.” He paused, scratching his head for a moment before continuing, “Your shoulder was dislocated, your collar bone is broken, you have two broken ribs, a broken ankle and you are very thin for your height and age.”

She took in a deep shuddering breath as she took all of this in.

“Frankly child,” he continued, “I am surprised you are still living.” She turned away from him and let a few tears fall from her eyes. The stinging continued.

“I wish I were dead,” she whispered. Vlad looked at her with sorrow in his eyes. He wasn’t really known for his soft side, but something about her just stole away his heart. Maybe young Daniel was right; he was getting soft in his old age.

A sob broke the silence between them as she began to cry.

“What’s your name?” Vlad asked, desperately trying to get her to stop crying.

“Esm…” she tried, but she couldn’t say the whole word, “Ellie.” She used her nickname as a substitution in order to save breath and erase pain.

“That’s a pretty name,” he said sweetly. His tone almost made him want to puke, but if she cried she would be putting herself in danger of death. And if she died, how would he live with himself?

Why had he even bothered with such a wretch like her in the first place? Had she reminded him of what he used to be once upon a time; an unwanted child struggling by in society, trying to avoid going back to that place full of the people who hated him? Looking back on it now, he often wondered why he called them family.

“Why did you help me?” she asked, her voice was cool. There was the hatred he knew she had within her.

“Because,” he said as his eyes went to the floor, “once upon a time I went through the same thing.”

Fear struck her. He knew about the abuse! Well of course he would…it was obvious.

“I fell down the stairs,” she lied. Vlad couldn’t help but laugh.

“Child, if you had fallen down the stairs you would be dead by now.”

“You’d be surprised,” Ellie said dully.

Vlad raised an eyebrow. She certainly was interesting. And he had found her on a street.

“What do you mean by that child?” He asked. Ellie smiled. He was interested in what she was.

“I’m actually pretty tough for how small I am,” Ellie said. Vlad laughed.

“Tell me child, how many times have you ‘fallen’ down the stairs?”

“Twice,” she answered simply. Vlad laughed again.

“You lie.”

“Why would I lie about falling down the stairs?”

“Because your home life isn’t what most homes are like. Your family hates you and your parents hit you. Am I right child?” Ellie glared at him.

“They aren’t my family,” she spat.

“Now, now,” he said, “I understand how much you hate them, but do they not sometimes love you?”

“I’m not one of them,” she said, “I will never be one of them!” She sat up and despite the pain she ripped all of the wires and tubes from her body and jumped onto the floor.

Vlad stood up to stop her, but he was blown away by some kind of psychic energy. He gasped in surprise when he noticed she was floating a few inches from the ground.

“Surprised?” She asked.

“Slightly,” he replied. He had thought she was normal, but as he stared at her now in a bubble of silver psychic energy he realized that she was even more special than he and Danny could ever be. She wasn’t even human; she was two parts of something greater.
Her laughter filled his mind.

“You are surprised,” his mind laughed at him. He held his ears and fell to his knees.

“What is this?” He asked out loud.

“My power,” she answered aloud.

Then like that she was gone. She had disappeared from his sight and left him wondering. So many questions he had for her. Like why hadn’t he sensed her ghost half or was she even a ghost? Was she even human?

An angel he had found on concrete and a lesson he would never forget.