Month: August 2019

Secret Admirer: Chapter 5 (Why are all these chapters so SHORT)

by Desdemona Wren, posted in writing

Okay, yeah. I really wanna get this finished. Totally craving a sweet Macy/Kevin moment =).

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Macy got to school as early as she could the next day. She was so excited about getting another note from her secret admirer. It was the best feeling in the world to know that someone liked her, but it sucked not knowing who it was. When she turned around that familiar corner, she noticed that Stella was already at the locker waiting for her.

“What are you doing here so early, Stella?” Macy asked, turning to her locker and dialing the combination. Stella didn’t answer at first, watching her best friend open her locker, holding her breath. This would be the last note and she couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when…

Macy opened her locker, watching with her eyes wide as a couple of handfuls of rose petals fell at her feet along with a note on off-white parchment-looking paper. Stella almost squealed, but tried to hold it in for the sake of Kevin, Joe, and Nick’s plan.

“I always get here early,” Stella managed to squeak out, a huge smile on her face as she watched Macy bend over to pick up the note. As she was reading it, Joe and Nick came over to join Stella in watching Macy get incredibly excited. When she had finished, she folded it back over, and held it to her chest, releasing a squeal. Joe and Nick winced, Stella, knowing this would happen, had already plugged her ears.

“Think I just went deaf,” Nick whispered.

“What?” Joe asked loudly. Nick and Stella both glared at him.

“Stella, Stella,” Macy said, jumping up and down and grabbing her friend’s shoulders, “oh my gosh, Stella,” Macy was finding it hard to breathe, again. Stella smiled awkwardly and placed her own hands on Macy’s shoulders, trying to stop her from jumping around.

“Breathe, Macy,” Stella said, taking a few breaths as an example.

“He wants me to meet him in the atrium after school!” She shrieked. Again, the boys winced. Stella was used to her behavior.

“Really?” All three of them asked at once, Stella glared back at them, as if to tell them to let her handle this because it was already obvious enough with them lingering behind her by Macy’s locker.

“Yes!” She squealed.

“That’s so great,” Stella said with a huge smile on her face. Macy jumped up and down a few more times with glee. The two brothers and Stella watched, all three secretly planning the next move.

“Anyways,” Macy said as she stopped jumping, “I gotta run, I don’t want to be late for class!” She grabbed some books out of her locker, slammed it shut and skipped off down the hallway. They all watched her go and once she was out of sight, Stella turned to the brothers behind her.

“Operation Secret Admirer is a go,” she said. Joe and Stella smiled at each other, mischievous looks on their faces.

“What are you doing?” Nick asked after a few moments of watching them. The two stopped staring at each other and shot a look in Nick’s direction before dispersing to go to their next classes.

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I apologize for the shortness of it, this is really only just a filler =). The real action is going to be in the next chapter. And then a follow up with the notes since so many of you are dying to read them. And I am so dreading writing them =P.

Secret Admirer: Chapter 4 (Why did I write this AGAIN)

by Desdemona Wren, posted in writing

Secret Admirer

Disclaimer:You tired of this yet? I don’t own JONAS.

Author’s Notes:Sunset Clouds threatened to kill me if I didn’t update. I know you’re all dying from suspense!

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Kevin swallowed hard and stared down at Stella. She had a look on her face that reminded him of his mom’s “clean out the tour bus and do all your dirty laundry” look. This was serious.

“I-I,” Kevin sputtered. The finger Stella had pressed into his chest was making him nervous. Even more nervous when she pressed harder. “I didn’t write the notes!” He blurted. Stella glared at him.

“Don’t lie to me, Kevin,” she said, her tone serious.

“I’m not,” he said, sweat beading on his forehead as he repeated, “I didn’t write the notes.”

“What about the rose?” She asked, “did you put the rose on her locker?” Kevin stared at Stella’s finger, almost whimpering. She was pressing so hard now, he was sure it was going to bruise.

“N-” he coughed, trying to maintain his even voice, “No?” He said, voice high-pitched.

“Ah-ha!” Stella said, removing her finger, and turning around to pace, smirking, “So youare her secret admirer!” Kevin sighed.

“No,” he said, “Joe told me to put the rose on her locker.” Stella stopped and whirled around to face him. She brought her hand back up and pointed. Kevin winced, hoping silently that she didn’t jab him in the chest again.

“You mean to tell me,” Stella said, her voice almost shrill as she got closer, “that Joe, is Macy’s secret admirer?”

“Not, really,” Kevin said, “I mean, Nick wrote the notes…” Stella screamed in frustration, stomping her foot.

“Then which one of you likes her?” Stella asked, throwing her hands up in the air. Kevin winced again. Stella tapped her foot impatiently, crossing her arms.

“I,” Kevin said, his voice high-pitched, “I…I don’t know!”

“You do too,” Stella said, trying now to calm down, “your voice is all squeaky and panicked, now tell me.” She poked her finger into his chest again. “Why in the world are all three of you writing her notes anyway?” Stella paused, realization washing over her face. She gasped, dropping her hand back to her side. She stared at Kevin, mouth agape. “Are you playing a joke on my best friend?” She asked, her voice shrill.

“No! No!” Kevin said frantically, “I just…Joe and Nick…and…I got caught up in this…and…I don’t know!” Stella put a hand on her hip and stared at him.

“Whose idea was this?” Stella asked, but just as Kevin opened his mouth, she stopped him by holding up her hand, “Nevermind. I know whose idea this was-Joe’s right?” Kevin flashed a nervous smile.

“Just waituntil I get my hands on him,” she growled, making neck wringing motions with her hands, “And Nick,” she growled before continuing, “but first, you.” Kevin gulped. “What’s this whole thing about, Kev?” Kevin was on the verge of hyperventilating.

“I really like Macy and Joe and Nick were trying to prove that even though I kept denying it, so they came up with a stupid plan to write notes and try to make me jealous about this whole secret admirer thing, but I found out what they were doing so they made me put the rose there, but the rose had thorns, so I ended up getting pricked a-“

“Wait!” Stella yelled, “You really like Macy?” Kevin nodded. “And your brothers were just being idiots?” Kevin nodded again. Stella put her hand over her heart and took a deep breath, “Oh, good,” she said, “I was beginning to think that this might be another Maria catastrophe.” She laughed, looking up at Kevin. “Now, tell me,” she said, “Why didn’t youstopthem?”

“Because,” Kevin said, a lot calmer than the previous time he had spoken, “They were going to give her one last note, one that I wrote myself, and then have me reveal myself as her admirer. That way, Macy never knew what they were trying to pull off, and I got to do something sweet for her.” Stella couldn’t help but awh at that.

“That’s so sweet,” she said, “even if your brothers are idiots, this turned out to be a really good idea.” Kevin smiled. “I want in on it.” He smiled wider.

“This is going to be awesome,” he said, putting his arm around Stella.

“Totally,” she said, with a huge grin, “I have to make you the perfect outfit…oh, oh, and a dress for Macy…” Kevin laughed.

“Don’t get too carried away, Stells,” he said, “We still have to plant the last note. Just, no more roses,” he held up his hand, “I can’t take anymore thorns.” Stella arched her eyebrow.

“You do know they have thornless roses, right, Kev?” She asked.

“That would’ve been really helpful to know the first time.”

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Ending notes:What a twist!

Secret Admirer: Chapter 3 (It is so weird to think of Kevin Jonas in a high school setting at his age)

by Desdemona Wren, posted in writing

Secret Admirer

Disclaimer:I do not own JONAS.

Author’s notes:I’m so glad that everyone likes this story! I just want to say a quick thank you to all my reviewers! I’m so, so, so, so, so glad that you guys are dying to know who is leaving the notes for Macy. Solitaire42 asked if you guys were ever going to be able to read the notes. I don’t know. Maybe at the end. What do you guys want?

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Macy woke up in one of the beds of the school infirmary. After a few moments of staring at the ceiling and wondering why she always had to faint when she got anywhere near a JONAS, she sat up, looking around the room.

She noticed that the nurse was talking to another student, so she decided to go ahead and get up to leave.

“Honestly, Kevin,” the nurse said, “how you managed to do this is beyond me.” Macy stopped and peeked around the curtain. Sure enough there was Kevin Lucas of JONAS sitting on one of the exam tables, getting thorns plucked out of his hand.

“Hey Macy!” Kevin said, with a smile when he noticed her. She reminded herself to take a deep breath. Once that was out of the way, she stepped out from behind the curtain and waved kind of shyly. Something about being in the infirmary with Kevin Lucas calmed her excitedly obsessed fan girl spirit.

“Are you alright now, Ms. Misa?” The nurse asked her.

“Yes ma’am,” she said, “can I go back to class now?” The nurse chuckled.

“You just missed your last class,” she informed her, “the bell rang about ten minutes ago.” Macy swallowed.

“How long have I been passed out?” She asked. The nurse checked her watch.

“About an hour,” she responded, “you’re welcome to le-” she began, but Macy didn’t stick around for the rest of her sentence. She bolted from the room and made her way to her locker. She had to know who was leaving the notes.

When she got there, she found Stella standing next to her locker, examining the single red rose that was taped to the door. Macy gasped, walking quickly down the hallway to claim her rose.

“That guy must really be into you,” Stella said when she noticed her friend approaching. Macy smiled, un-taping the rose from her locker door gently, careful not to let any of the thorns prick her. Then she did the combination and watched as another folded over piece of green paper fell at her feet.

She picked it up and read it over, her lips curling into a smile. When she had finished her turned to look at Stella.

“I’ve got to find out who this guy is,” she said, a look of sheer determination on her face. Stella nodded in agreement.

“I want to know just as bad as you do, Mace,” she said.

“That’s a pretty rose,” Kevin said from up the hallway, just having left the nurses office.

“What happened to you?” Stella asked, motioning to his bandaged hand.

“Got a couple thorns stuck in my hand,” he said. Stella and Macy exchanged glances.

“How?” Macy asked, looking down at her rose.

“Lab in Biology,” Kevin responded, “who knew thorny bushes had thorns?” Macy smiled and laughed. Kevin smiled too.

“They’re supposed to,” Macy said with a giggle, “that’s why they call them thorny bushes.”

“What kind of lab were you doing with thorny bushes?” Stella asked, wondering if that was even a real bush.

“I don’t know,” Kevin said, holding up his hand, “I left a few minutes in. I hope my lab partner had an easier time than I did.” Macy laughed again. It was so easy for her to be herself around Kevin. Even if he was, in her eyes, the most attractive member of JONAS. Stella narrowed her eyes at him and plucked the green paper out of Macy’s hand,

“Do you know anything about this, Kev?” Stella asked, handing the note to him. Kevin took it and opened it.

“Wait!” Macy said, snatching it from him, “don’t read it.”

“He wrote it, Mace,” Stella said. Both Kevin and Macy turned to her, eyes wide.

“No I didn’t,” Kevin said, his voice even. Macy pointed at him.

“His voice didn’t squeak, Stella,” Macy said, “he didn’t write it.” Stella narrowed her eyes at him again. She couldn’t deny that Macy was right, his voice had remained even, but the thorns he had gotten stuck in his hand due to some kind of thorny bush incident was suspicious.

It was obvious that Kevin liked her, anyways. The was he was looking down at her now, probably checking her out. Ever since that whole Macy singing backup catastrophe, Kevin had been looking at her in a different light. Not to mention, Macy had been a lot calmer around him than she was around his brothers.

“Fine,” Stella said.

“What’s it say?” Kevin asked, motioning to the green piece of paper Macy held. She smiled up at him awkwardly. Kevin almost frowned. She was using her fan girl smile again.

“Nothing,” she said, sort of breathlessly. Normal Macy was fun while she lasted, but most of their conversations ended with her going back to weird fan girl Macy. Or fainting. Fainting seemed to be very popular.

“Macy has a secret admirer,” Stella explained. Kevin looked from Macy to Stella, his forehead crinkling in confusion.

“That’s cool,” he said, offering a smile even though he looked crushed. Stella pursed her lips. Could her admirer really be the oldest Lucas brother when he looked like, well, that upon finding out what the note was? “Is the rose from him too?” He asked.

“Yep,” Macy said, smiling at the rose.

“Oh,” Kevin said. Stella continued to watch him. Even when Macy checked her watch and gasped.

“Oh no!” She said. Both Stella and Kevin looked down at her. “I’m late for soccer!” She said, grabbing her gear out of her still open locker, slamming it closed and taking off down the hallway. When she was out of sight, Stella approached Kevin.

“Tell me the truth, Lucas,” she said, poking her index finger into his chest, “are you her secret admirer?” Kevin looked at her, eyes wide. He swallowed nervously.

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Ending Notes:Cliffhanger. Kind of. I wanted her to have a moment with Kevin, but I guess her staying calm was enough of a moment. For now.

Secret Admirer: Chapter 2 (Why did I even write this)

by Desdemona Wren, posted in writing

Secret Admirer

Disclaimer:I don’t own JONAS.

Author’s Notes:Well, here’s the second chapter finally :). Hope you guys like it.

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Macy poked her head around the corner of the wall that her locker was on. She was hoping to catch her secret admirer in the act, but with her luck the hallway was practically empty. Well, other than the students loitering around them who were avoiding going to their next class right away for whatever reason. She sighed, coming around the corner and making her way to her locker. She did the combination and opened it, watching as another note fluttered from the door to fall at her feet. She couldn’t help but smile as she bent down and picked it up and read it over before putting it in her pocket.

Then she exchanged the books and equipment she had for different ones and slammed her locker shut. And with that same goofy smile on her face, she made her way down the hallway to her next class. It was just her luck, again, however, when she ran into another member of JONAS while coming around the same corner where she had been spying on her locker. She was so surprised, she dropped her bowling ball on his foot.

Nick Lucas, the youngest of the members of JONAS winced and cried out on pain. Macy was trying to concentrate on breathing, feeling the familiar sensation of panic and obsession.

“I’m so sorry!” She blurted, bending down to pick up the ball, only to hit her head against his as he bent down at the same time to help her. Nick straightened up then, staring down at Macy as she scrambled to pick up the bowling ball and one of the books she dropped. As he watched he noticed that there was a piece of green paper sticking out of her back pocket. He smiled softly, waiting for her to get to her feet.

“What’s in your back pocket?” He asked. Macy blushed.

“It’s nothing,” she said, still trying to concentrate on her breathing.

“You can tell me,” he told her, flashing her a smile. Macy’s heart thundered in her chest and she felt like-

Nick almost gasped when he saw her start to fall backwards. Thinking quickly, he reached out and grabbed her before she could hurt herself. However, the bowing ball she was holding, did manage to fall on his foot. Again. At such a great time. Nick watched, annoyed with himself as the shock of having a bowling ball dropped on his foot made him let go of Macy, dropping her on the floor. Which was exactly what he didn’t want to happen.

“What happened?” Stella asked as she walked up to him upon seeing her best friend laid out on the floor. Nick glanced up at her with a “are you seriously asking me that” look on his face.

“You’re right,” Stella said, “stupid question.”

“Let’s just get her to the nurse,” Nick said, stepping back so that he could grab Macy’s feet and watching as Stella grabbed her arms. “On three?” Nick asked. Stella nodded. “One, two…”

“Wait,” Stella said. Nick stopped counting and looked at her.

“What?” He asked.

“Aren’t you strong enough to lift her by yourself?” Stella asked.

“Yeah…” Nick said and Stella let go of Macy’s arms, putting a hand on her hip, “It’d be easier if you help me.”

“Someone needs to get her stuff out of the middle of the hallway,” Stella explained, “That’d still be considered helping.”

“Okay,” Nick said, feeling stupid for not having noticed that before, “Get her stuff and I’ll carry her.”

“Okay,” Stella said, picking up the stuff Macy had dropped in the hallway while Nick picked her up, holding her in his arms princess-style. He had to smile again, staring down at the girl he held in his arms. She looked so cute when she was passed out it was almost unreal. “What’re you smiling about?” Stella asked, snapping him out of his admiration of the cute brunette he held in his arms.

“I just remembered something funny,” he said, starting to walk in the direction of the nurse’s office. Stella arched an eyebrow at him before bending down to pick up the folded over green note and opening it. She noticed it was another note from Macy’s secret admirer. It wasn’t totally an invasion of privacy if she was trying to be a good friend, right?

After all, she wanted to know just as bad as Macy did. And that handwriting did look really familiar.

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Ending Notes:Yay. A moment with Nick! =). EDIT: Fixed the random “up her” and calling Nick, Joe. Thanks thiscoffeeshop and solitaire42 for pointing that out!

Book Review: Red, White & Royal Blue

by Desdemona Wren, posted in Reviews

I literally cannot even explain in words how much I loved this book. I listened to it on Audible because I never have time to actually sit down and read and finished it in a day then turned around, bought the paperback and it’s coming soon and I cannot wait to sit down and read this again.

This book is everything I’ve ever wanted to read. And I literally cannot recommend it more. It was so fantastic and sweet and I even forced my best friend to also read it. I literally logged into UK Amazon, bought a gift card for the book amount and sent it to her so she could ALSO buy the book and read it.

We literally have not finished screaming about this book and it has been an entire week and I’m still posting about it on my social media and pushing my book club to read it too honestly this was just everything.

This book meant everything to me.

Overall rating: ★★★★★★★★★★
(10/5 Stars. )

Rating breakdown:

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I literally cannot wait to read this book all over again in a few days.

More about Red, Write & Royal Blue

What happens when America’s First Son falls in love with the Prince of Wales?

When his mother became President, Alex Claremont-Diaz was promptly cast as the American equivalent of a young royal. Handsome, charismatic, genius―his image is pure millennial-marketing gold for the White House. There’s only one problem: Alex has a beef with the actual prince, Henry, across the pond. And when the tabloids get hold of a photo involving an Alex-Henry altercation, U.S./British relations take a turn for the worse.

Heads of family, state, and other handlers devise a plan for damage control: staging a truce between the two rivals. What at first begins as a fake, Instragramable friendship grows deeper, and more dangerous, than either Alex or Henry could have imagined. Soon Alex finds himself hurtling into a secret romance with a surprisingly unstuffy Henry that could derail the campaign and upend two nations and begs the question: Can love save the world after all? Where do we find the courage, and the power, to be the people we are meant to be? And how can we learn to let our true colors shine through? Casey McQuiston’s Red, White & Royal Blue proves: true love isn’t always diplomatic.

Get your copy here on Amazon!

Secret Admirer: A JONAS fanfiction

by Desdemona Wren, posted in writing

Secret Admirer

Disclaimer:I don’t own JONAS, but I always say that :P.

Summary:JONAS; Macy’s got a secret admirer. Macy x Her secret admirer (one of the Lucas brothers).

Author’s Notes:You guys are going to have to wait to find out who is putting notes in her locker. It’s one of the members of JONAS. Hope you like it :).

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Macy Misa skipped up to her locker where her best friend Stella was waiting for her. Stella watched as she did the combination, opening the door, and even when a note fell out and into the floor at her best friend’s feet. Macy watched it flutter to the floor before she bent down and picked it up, opening it and reading what it said.

“It’s a poem,” she said to Stella, looking up from the letter.

“Let me see,” She said, holding out her hand to receive the poem, “who is it from?” Macy handed the poem to Stella.

“At the bottom it says “your secret admirer”,” Macy said, before continuing dreamily, hands over her heart, “I’ve never had a secret admirer before…Who do you think it is?” Stella was quiet for a long time, reading over the poem.

“I’m not…sure,” she said, handing the note back to Macy.

“Do you think it’s Brad?” Macy asked, excitedly, “Or Micheal? Or Dillon? Or Andrew? Or-” she gasped, “One of the members of JONAS?” Stella stared at her.

“Just said I didn’t know,” Stella said, “Guess we’ll have to wait and see if you get another poem.” Macy stared at her best friend for a few moments, eyes narrowing.

“Was it you, Stell?” Macy asked. Stella laughed.

“I’m flattered you think I’d pull a prank like this, but no, it wasn’t me.” Macy’s eyes narrowed more.

“Okay then,” she said after a few seconds, “I believe you.” She shut her locker and turned to walk down the hall to the gym, carrying her fencing supplies. Stella walked after her, wincing when she saw Joe cross her path and Macy ran right into him, falling onto the floor. Well, it was better than her whacking him with her foil. That would’ve hurt.

“Whoa there,” Joe said, “You alright?” Macy looked up at him and promptly forgot to breathe. She started making high pitched squealy noises and Joe clenched his jaw. Stella laughed nervously.

“Breathe, Macy,” she reminded her best friend, “Joe is a person just like you and me.” Macy took a deep breath and held it. “After you take a breath you exhale, Macy,” Stella said. Macy exhaled and took another breath.

“Can I help you up?” Joe asked once she seemed stable, offering her his hand. Macy squealed.

“Joe of JONAS is helping me up,” she said with a giggle, grabbing his hand and letting him pull her to her feet. It was all down hill from there.

Once Macy was finally on her feet, she noticed how dangerously close her whole body was to Joe. She swallowed, staring at where her hands were on his chest, with his over hers and then she looked up at him, face flushed. It didn’t look like she was breathing anymore either. She bit her bottom lip and stared into his eyes shyly, Joe stared back, feeling something change between them. Stella cleared her throat, snapping them both out if it. They jumped apart and laughed nervously.

“Well, that was awkward…” Joe muttered, “Nice seeing you Macy, Stella.” With that, he walked off to find his brothers. Macy turned and stared at Stella with wide eyes.

“What if Joe put that poem in my locker?” She asked in an excited whisper.

“I doubt it,” Stella said, “Joe isn’t the type to do that.”

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Ending Notes:Who is her admirer? The world may never know. I’ll update Fly With Me tomorrow if the mood strikes, I kind of like the idea of ending it where it is…but… :).

Fly With Me: A JONAS fanfiction (3 chapters for the price of one)

by Desdemona Wren, posted in writing

Fly With Me

Disclaimer:Don’t own JONAS and no, this isn’t a song fic.

Summary:JONAS; Nick dedicates a song to someone special. Nick x Macy

Author’s Notes:What amuses me about this, is that my favorite Macy pairing is with Kevin. I really should write one of those.

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i.

Nick looked out at the audience of mostly females that were crowded into the concert hall and opened his mouth to speak.

“This next song,” he said into the microphone, “goes out to a special girl.” The audience cheered, excited by the prospect that any one of the girls in that room could be the “special girl”, Nick was dedicating a song to. The other Lucas brothers exchanged glances before shrugging and letting the youngest of the three dedicate this song to whomever he wished. Even if it was unplanned and totally unexpected.

Nick took a deep breath and started to play the piano, a short time after, the drums joined in.

“This song is called Fly With Me,” he announced, swallowing and taking another deep breath before he started to sing. Every girl in the audience cheered.

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“What was that dedication about, man?” Joe asked, backstage after the show. Nick shrugged.

“It’s what rock stars do,” he said, “it wasn’t really for anyone special.” Yeah, that was a lie. Joe arched his eyebrow at his younger brother.

“C’mon, Nick,” Joe said, “I think I know you better than that-You don’t dedicate a song to anyone unless you mean it.” Nick shrugged.

“Sometimes people surprise you,” Nick responded, slipping into the bathroom of the dressing room the three of them shared to be alone. The truth was, he really did mean that dedication. His brother was right, he never dedicated a song unless he absolutely meant it. But, he was kind of embarrassed about telling his brothers, Stella, or even the special girl he had dedicated the song to the truth.

However, he knew it was only a matter of time before they found out.

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Ending Notes:This is kind of a JONAS/Jonas Brothers crossover thing going on here. I’m trying to keep the characters in character, but I’m also keeping in mind what the Jonas Brothers are like in real life. I think I might bring their two personalities together. Maybe. Anyways, I’m trying my hand in a chapter fic. Hopefully I finish it, I’m usually much better at oneshots.

Please review! Oh, and I’m looking for a beta :).

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She wasn’t always special. At first, she was annoying, and a health hazard. But over the time that she had known them, she had gotten better about how she acted around them. And Despite the injuries she used to cause, Nick found himself sometimes missing the superfan turned close friend of the band. Sometimes he thought it was cute the way she pined over them, other times he was just hurt by it. Literally.

He didn’t know for sure when she had started to become someone special to him. He guessed it had been a long time coming, which was strange since he was used to rushing into things like this.

“What was that dedication about last night, Nick?” Stella asked, a smile on her face. Nick sighed, Stella was a hopeless romantic, no way was she going to leave him alone until she knew.

“No one,” he lied, “I was just trying to spice up the concert.” Stella stared at him in disbelief.

“Nick,” she began, “I’ve known you almost your whole life. You don’t have to be embarrassed, just tell me who she is.” Nick stared at her for a long time, weighing the pros and cons of telling Stella that he was interested in her best friend. After a long second, Nick merely shrugged his shoulders. Stella growled in frustration.

“Do I know her, at least?” Stella asked. Nick shrugged again. He wasn’t going to give her a yes or a no answer. That was too easy for her to guess. “I’ll be taking that as a yes.” Stella looked up and down the hallway, contemplating.

“What if it was a no?” Nick asked, eyebrows raised. Stella turned back to him and snorted.

“Oh, it’s so a yes now,” she said, “who is she?” Nick muttered something under his breath and dropped his head, sighing. Stella had caught him. He had no idea how he was going to get out of this. He might have to tell her the truth. He looked back up, staring down the hallway, looking for a way out of this situation.

Then he saw her, she was walking down the hallway towards them. It was like she was moving in slow motion. Kind of like a scene from one of those old movies. How when the guy saw the girl he loved he would see her engulfed in light, hear the angels singing and see her walking in slow motion towards him. This was totally an old movie moment.

“What are you looking at?” Stella asked, turning around to look at Macy who was almost right next to her, and then back at Nick. Nick chewed on his bottom lip as Stella stared at him questioningly.

“Great concert last night,” Macy said with a smile. Nick’s breathing hitched and Stella smiled knowingly.

“You two talk,” she said, “I just remembered that I need to see Joe about a fashion emergency.” Nick watched her walk off, humming the song he had dedicated to Macy just last night.

“Thanks,” Nick said, trying to maintain is calm demeanor in the face of this teen crisis.

“Sooo,” Macy said, “Everyone has been talking about that dedication you made, “Is she anyone I know?” Nick swallowed hard and flashed her an awkward smile.

“Depends on who you know,” Nick said. He could’ve kicked himself for knowing that. She was so going to find out it was him. Macy stared at him for a long minute.

“Well,” she said, “I know you and I know your brothers and I know Ste-oh my gosh, is it Stella?” If there had been any liquid in his mouth, he would’ve done a spit take.

“Of coursenot,” he said. Again, he could’ve kicked himself. It was obvious as to who he had dedicated it to now. Why didn’t he just tell her in the first place?

“Well, I don’t really know anyone else…” She said, growling silent. Nick found himself wishing for her to realize the girl he had dedicated it to was her.

“Oh,” he said, “you know her.” Macy looked at him, confused.

“Oh,” she said, “it it Penny? Or one of the girls I’m on a team with?” Nick found himself enjoying this game.

“It’s not Penny,” he said, “And she might be on a team with you, technically speaking.” Macy’s forehead crinkled.

“So,” she began, “It’s not Penny, but I know her, technically speaking. How well do I know her?”

“Pretty well, I’d say,” he informed her, trying not to smile so he wouldn’t give her any more of a hint then he’d already given her. Macy was quiet for a long moment, staring up at Nick.

“Is it…me?” She asked in a whisper and he moved closer to her. Leaning down the whisper “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” in her ear. The old Macy would’ve fainted, but the new Macy stood there and blushed. Nick chuckled and grabbed her by the hand.

“You want to hear me sing it again?” He asked, staring deep into her eyes, “Just for you?”

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Ending Notes:I know, I know. It ends all abruptly and whatnot. There’s going to be another chapter, don’t worry. And I don’t know why all of this is bolded. It wouldn’t unbold.

Review please 🙂 And I’m still looking for a beta.

iii.

Nick took her out to the atrium, the same place where he had first sang “Give Love a Try” to Penny. For a second, he wished there was somewhere more special he could take her, somewhere more private where the concert would be just the two of them and no one watching. But he brushed that thought off, telling himself that the specialness of this moment wouldn’t be where he was with her, but the fact that he was with her period.

“Okay,” Nick said, grabbing his keyboard from his back pack and plugging it in. Macy stared at him, in awe of what was happening. “It wont be as musical as last night,” he told her, “just the bare necessities.” She nodded, swallowing. He began to play the opening, watching her eyes glitter with excitement.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered before taking a deep breath and beginning to sing.

If time was still

The sun would never never find us

We could light up

The sky tonight

I would see the world through your eyes

Leave it all behind

Macy’s heart was pounding, her eyes kept flickering between Nick’s eyes, lips, and hands. He just watched her, lips curling into a rare smile. He was just as much in awe of her as she was of him sitting across from her, playing the piano and singing her the song he had dedicated to her the previous night in front of thousands.

If it’s you and me forever

If it’s you and me right now

That’d be alright

Be alright

We’ll chase the stars to lose our shadow

Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine

So won’t you fly with me

A small crowd had started to form outside of the glass, curious as to what was going on between them. His brothers Joe and Kevin were at the front, faces practically pressed to the glass, trying to get a better look. Stella stood to the side, examining her nails, pretending like she knew it all along.

Oh yeah

Gonna fly with me now

Now the past

Can come alive

And give it meaning

And a reason

To give all I can

To believe once again

He wanted to kiss her so bad right now, in front of all the people that were watching them, but he held back. He wanted to finish the song. Macy was finding it hard to breathe, a goofy smile plastered on her face. This moment was so perfect.

If it’s you and me forever

If it’s you and me right now

That’d be alright

Be alright

We’ll chase the stars to lose our shadow

Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine

So won’t you fly with me

Maybe you were just afraid

Knowing you were miles away

From the place where you needed to be

And that’s right here with me

Kevin and Joe glanced at each other, finally realizing who the dedication had been for. They would’ve never guessed in a million years that it would be Macy.

It’s you and me forever

You and me right now

That’d be alright

We’ll chase the stars to lose our shadow

Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine

So won’t you fly with me

Macy had her hands pressed to her cheeks, feeling ecstatic and nervous and bashful all that once. She thought she might faint. She hoped she wouldn’t.

If it’s you and me forever

If it’s you and me right now

I’d be alright

Be alright

We’ll chase the stars to lose our shadow

Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine

So won’t you fly

Fly

Fly with me

There was silence when the song ended. The only sound was from Nick setting his keyboard down. Then the two of them stared at each other for a long minute. The whole crowd was watching now, waiting for what they would do next, holding their breath. Even Stella was watching now, eyes wide in anticipation. The suspense was almost too much for her.

“Just kiss her already!” Joe and Stella shouted together, the crowd of people behind them murmured in agreement.

“Did you like the song?” Nick asked, ignoring his brother, Stella, and the crowd. Macy smiled, standing up from where she had been sitting and throwing her arms around his neck and mashing her lips against his. Nick forgot to breathe for a moment, literally feeling as if he was flying, and then he started to kiss her back. The crowd erupted into cheers.

“Does that answer your question?” Macy asked in a whisper when she pulled back slightly. Nick smiled, capturing her lips again in a silent, “yes”.

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Ending Notes:So that’s it :). I don’t like songfics at all, but I figured I might as well have the lyrics in here since he was singing to her and all.

Review please :)!

Kiss the Rain: A JONAS oneshot

by Desdemona Wren, posted in fanfiction, writing

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

by Desdemona Wren, posted in writing

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

by Desdemona Wren, posted in fanfiction, writing

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.”