‘I don’t want to fight right now I know your always right, now I know I need you around with me but nobody waiting around with me.’
It was happening again. The same heated conversation that broke y/n’s heart. It was the only thing that her and Shawn would fight about but it was enough to make her constantly second guess their relationship. It was bad enough that Shawn was constantly away or with the other one (as y/n liked to call her).y/n didn’t want to waste the little time they had together fighting.
“What do you expect me to do y/n, I signed a contract. ” Shawn wasn’t yelling. It would be easier if he was because then y/n could have a reason to hate him. Instead he looked desperate. His eyes watering, his voice soft, his posture slouched.
It broke y/n.
But nothing broke her more than being in love with someone who was in a PR contract with someone else. It wasn’t shawn’s fault, y/n knew that, and she knew she could trust Shawn, that he was loyal and respectful and that he loved her which made the situation harder. If she could accuse him of falling for the girl then maybe she would have an excuse to leave.
“I don’t want to fight right now” y/n breathed out turning her back to Shawn so he wouldn’t seen her wipe the tears away.
It got to her. She tried to stay positive but sometimes it was impossible. She had to keep her love a secret. She couldn’t talk to her friends about it, couldn’t post cute pictures on Instagram, couldn’t go on dates with her boy friend, she couldn’t even be there for her boyfriend when he was away on tour and it all became to much.
No matter how much she wiped her tears away more continued to fall, faster than she could wipe away the previous tears. Before she knew it she was letting out small sobs that she couldn’t contain.
Shawn stood behind her frozen.
I did this, he though to himself.
Guilt consumed him. He was the reason his girlfriend was falling apart right before him. But he was too selfish to give her up. It was the thought of coming back to her that got him through those hard nights on tour. Amongst all the chaos and pressure, she was the only thing that felt normal in his life. When he was with her everything felt perfect. He wasn’t giving her up that easily.
“Y/n” Shawn whispered stepping closer.
When y/n didn’t move nor say a word Shawn took that as an okay and stepped closer this time wrapping his arms around her.
The presence was all that y/n needed. She didn’t need empty words or unkept promises she just needed to know, feel, that some was there. And right now that someone was Shawn who was all she needed. His presence to remind her that she is his only. No matter what the tabloids write, or who his label decide to pair him in a contract with, she was the only one he wanted.
'Been through the ups and the downs with me, got a whole lot of love but you don’t want to spread it around with me.’
Y/n was at her lowest point right now. On the rare occasion that she was granted permission to come to her boyfriends show she was stuck back stage in his dressing room where she would stay unseen by the public. Just the way shawn’s management liked it. What made it worse was that the other one was allowed to be on stage with Shawn.
'She’s just promoting her self like the contract says’ Shawn said before he went on stage.
Fuck the contract! Y/n wanted to scream it loud enough for it to be heard over the music, over the screaming fans, over the pain that was eating her away inside.
She hadn’t noticed that tears of frustration were streaming down her face but she didn’t bother to wipe them away. No one would see them anyway.
Although the aching she felt inside told her not to, y/n couldn’t help it. She allowed her eyes to look up at the TV that showed Shawn on stage with the other one. He was beaming bright the way he did at every show but she was right next to him. Staring at him with admiration. The crowd was going crazy for the two.
It burned every inch inside of y/n. How she had to keep everything so secret when another girl can prance around and show off her fake love for him in hopes to gain more attention for herself.
She didn’t care for Shawn the way y/n did. If Shawn was hurt she wouldn’t drop everything just in hopes of making him feel better, she didn’t put up with all the drama for Shawn like y/n does, she doesn’t love Shawn. She loves the attention she gets when she’s with him.
Unable to take it anymore, y/n let out a scream and grabbed the first thing she saw, which just so happened to be the remote, and threw it hard at the screen of the TV. The screen cracked in the centre due to the force of the throw satisfying y/n.
She looked around the dressing room before reaching for the small wooden chair and slamming it against the glass table in the centre of the room. It took a good four smashes before damage was caused to the chair.
The sound of crashing and banging must have been heard over the loud screams of the fans and chaos backstage because Andrew came rushing through the room in panic. He stared at y/n in shock wondering how such a sweet girl could try and destroy something.
Y/n looked up at Andrew, the broken leg of the chair still in her hands. She wasn’t crying anymore. She felt better. Out of breath but she felt like she could breath again. The weight of the PR was still on her shoulders but she felt something again.
Reaching for the next chair she smashed it on the glass table hard causing glass to shatter every where on the floor.
Andrew’s shouts for y/n to stop could just be heard over the smashing and banging as y/n began throwing the chair against the glass covered floor, but she chose to ignore him completely. Enjoying the feeling of destroying something that had no worth to her. Is that how the other one felt about y/n and shawn’s relationship. Did she enjoy breaking y/n?
Andrew wanted to approach y/n, stop her, but it wasn’t safe. He couldn’t find a safe way in.
A small crowd was gathering outside of the door watching in horror and disbelief as the girl before them tore the room apart.
Shawn had pushed his way through the crowd unaware of what was going on. The buzz he usually felt after a show was wearing off sooner than usual.
“Y/n” Shawn breathed out in disbelief as he watched his girlfriend destroy everything.
He hadn’t shouted, barely spoken above a whisper, but y/n heard it. It was enough for her to stop. She looked up at her boyfriend completely aware of all the eyes watching her and all the distraction she had caused.
How? How could I have done this? Y/n wondered.
She had no idea what had come over her, the buzz was now gone completely. She felt naked under all their eyes. Embarrassed with herself. Horrified by her actions. All she could do was stare back at Shawn who was watching her cautiously as though she were a snake about to attack at any given moment. The other one stood behind him an amused smile playing on her lips.
With that she broke down in tears allowing them to fall freely down her face. Not bothering to stop the sobs from escaping her lips.
Almost as if it were an instinct, Shawn hurried forward and within a split second pulled y/n into his chest. She gladly hid her face into his chest clutching onto his shirt for dear life. Shawn gestured for everyone to leave the room. With y/n still clutching to him he walked over to the door and slammed it shut so the nosy people hanging around in the hallways couldn’t watch y/n in her fragile stage.
Since behind the door was the only part of the room that didn’t seem to have broken furniture or glass anywhere near it he slowly slid down the door to the floor, all while keeping y/n in his arms.
He held her close to him as she sobbed harshly, her whole body shaking. Shawn didn’t say anything, nothing came to mind. What could he say?
“why?” Y/n finally spoke surprising Shawn since her sobs hadn’t stopped.
“Why what?” Shawn asked stupidly. He couldn’t understand what had caused y/n to break down like this
“Why do you have to be with her? This isn’t fair! Your fans don’t care whether your with her or not.” y/n felt as though she sounded bratty but she couldn’t think of any reason how this would benefit Shawn or why he would want to do something as stupid as a PR.
Again Shawn felt stupid for being at a loss of words. He had no response. Not one that would be good enough anyway. He didn’t know why or how he had gotten himself into this mess in the first place.
“Y/n I’m sorry” he mumbled trying not to let the lump in his
throat show in his voice. He knew that if he showed y/n how much it affected him it wouldn’t help the situation.
Y/n didn’t say another word, so many thoughts running through her head, so many things she wanted to say but her mouth couldn’t form the words. No words would even come close to what she wanted to say. She stayed in the same position wanting to push Shawn away. He couldn’t just pretend to date someone else for the world to see and have y/n in secret. But y/n couldn’t find it in her to push him away. He had a hold on her. She was deeply in love with him even though she wished she wasn’t and wouldn’t dare show it.
'Never pick up, never call me, he know we running out of time.’
Y/n stared angrily at her phone. She was seated alone in her bedroom pathetically calling her boyfriend who was on the other side of the world not even bothering to call her.
She was sick of always being the first to call or text, the only one making an effort. Their relationship felt beyond one sided to her and it was taring her apart, slowly, piece by piece. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take and was well aware that it would be near impossible for her to put the pieces back together when Shawn was eventually done with her.
It seemed like Shawn was already giving up on her. She understood that shawn’s life was hectic and that he was busy with tour but that didn’t mean that it was okay to go two weeks without contact. Every time y/n tried to call he never picked up nor did he call back. Any texts were sent when she was supposed to be asleep and was too busy crying to write up a response.
Taking in a deep breath y/n opened up a new text and began typing the one thing she wanted to do least of all. She was beyond in love with Shawn, it didn’t make sense to break up with someone who you’re in love with. But then again it didn’t make sense to love someone who was never around or who kept you a secret because of a career.
Just as y/n was re-reading the text before hitting send her phone began buzzing in her hand. Relief flooded through her as she read the name flashing across the screen. This must have been some sort of sign the universe was sending her.
“Hello” she tried to compose herself as she answered.
The butterflies had erupted in her stomach like never before. It made sense to get butterflies on the first date, not eleven months later when they called to say goodnight.
“Y/n” he sighed in relief as though he thought he had lost her.
Y/n wondered if it was possible that Shawn knew about the message she was planning on sending. That he was aware of the fact that she had nearly given up on him.
“I can’t talk long. I go on stage in two minutes but I just needed to talk to you” he breathed out in relief.
She was his escape. His safe place. His heaven on earth he didn’t know what he would do without her. He knew that it was only a matter of time before y/n walked away. He was just thankful that today wasn’t the day.
Y/n couldn’t respond. Like most of the time now days, she didn’t know how to respond.
“I’m sorry I haven’t spoken to you in so long princess, I miss you” Shawn paused. It wasn’t a empty pause. It was as though he was reflecting on how much he missed the beautiful girl he had grown so much to love.
It had been hard, especially the past few months. but he was grateful that he still had her in some way as oppose to not at all.
“I miss you too” y/n smiled to herself. Just hearing his steady breathing on the other end of the phone was enough to soothe her.
“Okay I’m running out of time.” Y/n heard someone on the other side of the line telling Shawn to make his way to the stage. “But I just wanted to hear your voice and be able to remind you how much I love you.” Y/n smiled again not knowing how to respond. Her heart fluttered at her boyfriends words. He always had a way of effortlessly saying the most perfect things.
“I love you too” y/n said barley above a whisper as if it were a secret. But it wasn’t anyone else telling them to keep it a secret. It was her choice this one rare time.
More voice’s came from the line as well as distant screaming getting louder.
“Good bye baby” he said and with that the line went dead.
She was met again with the message she had angrily typed up and gladly deleted it. Relieved that she hadn’t sent it and ruined what they had.
'Baby, I done, done enough talking I need to know that your mine.’
“Happy one year” y/n smiled half heartedly at her reflection in the mirror as she spoke on the phone to Shawn
“I can’t believe I’ve been lucky enough to have you in my life for a whole year” y/n didn’t bother responding to this. It felt like empty words to her.
It all felt like a waste of time. A whole year wasted in a relationship that was going to go down in flames, with only ashes as a memory.
“You don’t seem happy” Shawn said after a long pause of silence.
He was nervous, y/n could easily tell by the hesitation in his voice. He didn’t want to hear her say the words that were on her mind, knowing that they wouldn’t be good.
“It just feels like all talk” she awkwardly said. She wasn’t sure if she regretted it yet or not as she waited silently for shawn’s response. When Shawn didn’t respond she continued. “I mean you talk about how much you love me yet you never put any effort in” she awkwardly played with the hem of her shirt waiting for Shawn to respond.
“I’m sorry you feel that way”. He mumbled sheepishly in response making guilt grow in the pit of y/n’s stomach.
“I mean maybe if you showed me that you are all mine in some way…” Y/n tried to start but it wasn’t what she meant to say. It was by all means the truth but she didn’t expect her self to be this honest with Shawn on a topic so touchy to the two while they were supposedly 'celebrating’ their one year anniversary.
“Forget it” she breathed out slowly realising that this phone call had quickly escalated into a disaster. “Well I better go to bed, I have an early start tomorrow” it wasn’t exactly the truth but it just felt easier to end the call now them go on with it.
When Shawn didn’t respond she hung up slamming herself on her bed. Frustratedly she groaning at what had happened.
The door bell rang making y/n roll her eyes in response. The last thing she wanted right now was to go out with her friends to 'celebrate’ the way that they had planned. It didn’t feel right. She should be celebrating with Shawn.
When the annoying ringing continued y/n angrily pulled herself off of her bed and to the door. Along the way preparing a speech on how she just wanted to be left alone.
“Guys I’m sorry but I….” Y/n cut herself off at the sight before her.
“Shawn?” She breathed out in surprise at the sight of her boyfriend in front of her. He looked beyond exhausted but still as hot as ever. But more importantly he was there.
“Is this proof enough that I’m all yours?” Shawn asked looking down at his girlfriend hopefully. In response she began to laugh causing him to smile.
“You are aware of how cliché this is, right?” She quizzed as she pulled him inside before wrapping her arms tightly around him, nuzzling her head into his chest. The familiar warmth and scent relaxing her instantly.
After standing in shawn’s grip she pulled away looking at him in awe.
“I have to be back in time for an interview tomorrow but I needed to spend tonight with you”
In response y/n wrapped her hands around shawn’s neck pressing her lips against his for a long awaited kiss. The feeling of his lips on hers instantly sent relief spiralling through her body. Shawn’s string hands gripped y/n’s waist, pulling her body closer to his, deepening the kiss.
Although y/n tried desperately not to pull away Shawn did, pressing his forehead against hers so he didn’t have to pull to far away from her.
“I got you a present.” He breathed out heavily, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small wrapped box before handing it to y/n.
“I get to see you, and get a present. You spoil me too much Mendes.” She giggled but began unwrapping the small box instantly.
A blue Tiffany box came into sight once she had thrown the wrapping paper to the side. Y/n’s eyebrows creased slightly as she wondered what it was. As though the box would disappear between her fingers, y/n carefully undid the White ribbon before opening the blue box.
Y/n looked down in awe.
“Promises rings.” Shawn told her.
Two matching silver rings sat on a white cushion inside the box. One with a diamond and a smaller diamond on either end, the other thicker and more masculine.
Y/n was at a loss of words. They where beautiful and would have defiantly cost a lot of money. Far more than she was worth.
“One for you and one for me. They both have lyrics engraved on them. Your’s has 'when you miss me close you eyes’ and mine says 'I may be far but never gone’” Shawn turned the masculine ring, that was clearly for him, over so the writing on the band was show.
Shawn carefully took the rings out of the box and slipped y/n’s ring onto her fourth finger on her right hand before slipping his onto his finger.
“You are aware of how cliché you are, right?” Y/n quizzed giggling at shawn’s small pout in response before pecking him on the lips. “I love you” she added.
“ I know princess, I love you too.” He whispered connecting their lips again.
IM THINKING OF MAKING THIS INTO A MINI SERIES AND ALREADY HAVE PART 2 DONE SO IF YIU WANT ME TO MAKE IT INTO A MINI SERIES LET ME KNKW ☺️
Allura is the first to break the ice, “How did Lance even manage to acquire so much caljifian juice? I mean, it is not illegal, only five of the last planets we have visited sell it, and even then-”
“H-Hey, everybody,” Lance calls quietly from the doorway, a tired smile gracing his features. The smile turned into a frown, however, when his eyes landed on Shiro. As if a silent reminder of something upsetting, Lance’s entire body shifted into a different personality, suddenly serious and solemn.
“I mean, what’s going on?” The blue paladin asks sternly. He draws himself closer to the team. Closer to the bottles that Shiro had dug out of his room. Hunk pushes himself as quickly and as subtly as he can in front of the bottles, blocking Lance’s view of them.
“What the fuck, Lance?” Keith screeches at the blue paladin before Pidge can make up some excuse.
The black paladin coughs into his hand, “Keith, maybe we should-”
“No! No, Shiro, I’m really interested in whatever excuse Lance has as to why he’d put this team in danger,” Keith demands accusingly.
Lance tilts his head in confusion. “Uh, what are you talking about?” he asks with an irritated lilt in his tone.
With a scoff, the red paladin shoves Hunk aside -alarmingly, he manages to scoot him over a few inches- and presents the stash of “juice” bottles that had been previously hidden under Lance’s bed.
The Cuban’s eyes widen at the bottles newly presented. “Where did you get tho-”
“Where the fuck do you think, Lance? How dare you endanger your team like this, without our knowledge?” Keith sneers at his teammate.
Lance sneers right back, “Endangering you? Have you even been paying attention to my performance over the last few weeks? It’s improved a hell of a lot. You guys, apparently, didn’t have a problem with it. Oh, but now, oh, now you know I drink. So fucking what! I haven’t fucked up a mission since April! You guys should be happy! You all seemed to be fine with it, in fact, you preferred it when I was too drunk to flirt, too drunk to annoy you guys, too. Damn. Drunk. To fuck everything up!”
The yellow paladin flinches at the last word. “Lance, we’re not trying to-”
“Not trying to what?” Lance spits at the group, in the process he begins to feel Blue trying to calm him down. “No, Blue! We’ve been working way too hard to be getting this shit. You just want to be the center of attention now, don’t you, Keith?Now that I log more hours into the training room now, you’re feeling insecure about your position aren’t you? What’s the problem, now that I’m quiet and follow orders? Do you need entertainment? Is that what it is?” He advances, his long gait bringing him closer and closer to Keith until they’re nose to nose.
“Are you intimidated, Keithy-boy?”
Shiro pushes forward and splits the two apart. “That’s not what this is, Lance! Stop making this into a competition and listen to us for one damn second-”
“Oh? You mean like the way I’ve been listlessly listening to your commands and following them flawlessly for the past few months? Is that what you mean, Shiro?” Lance questions inquisitively.
The leader of the group sighs in frustration. “You know that’s not what I mean.”
“Then what do you mean? What do you want me to do? This is the best I can do, Shiro! This… this is the best…” and just like that, Lance’s strong demeanor drops and it’s just the same vulnerable Lance who’s only safe place was behind his jokes. With that and his resolve gone, he is open and unsafe. Tears fall from his eyes carefully and slowly. The blue paladin drops to his knees and he stares into nothing.
He feels the other paladins and patrons of the castle try to get a response from him. Even Blue urges him to wake from his blank state.
When the rest of the team figure it’s no use, Keith immediately bends to pick him up. “Uh, Keith,” Allura shifts uneasily. “Maybe someone else should-”
“I’m going to be there when he wakes up,” the Korean interrupts. Promptly and hurriedly, he steps out of the lounge and heads for his friend’s room.
Lance feels himself starts to drift, as Keith lays him down on his bed. He doesn’t, however, expect Keith to push him over and scoot in next to him. The raven haired boy rests his head atop his head and lays a quick kiss there.
“I love you, Lance,” exclamation marks went off in Lance’s head, even in this state. “We all do.” And the exclamation marks are gone.
Keith wraps himself around the blue paladin, and for the first time in weeks, it felt safe. Safe enough for him to fall into a dreamless sleep.
“Lance,” a sing-song voice brought the tanned boy from his slumber.
Such a soft, yet masculine voice. “Mmh, Beka?”
“Uh, Lance,” the voice clears their voice. “Wrong fandom.”
Oops. “Erm, Shiro?”
A soft sigh, “Close enough.”
Lance snickers to himself, “Keith, I know it’s you, I’m not that stupid.”
A short grunt and a slap later, the blue paladin finally opens his eyes. In front of him sits a concerned Keith, his eyes expectant. “Shiro is giving us the day, and..” he trails off. “We need to talk about things.”
Lance starts with a sigh, “Look, dude, I know you don’t care, so don’t-”
“Okay, Lance. First of all, no. Second, absolutely not what the fuck? I want you to do something for me, Lance,” Keith asks patiently, taking his friend’s hands in his own.
“Mkay,” Lance replies sleepily.
“I want you to listen to me, and I want you take my words into consideration, okay?” The raven haired boy assures quietly.
With a nod of his head, the Cuban asks a final question. “Did we sleep in the same bed last night?”
Keith blushes deeply, completely caught off guard by the sudden inquiry. “I dunno what you’re talking about,” he mutters. “Anyways,” he begins with a clap of his hands. “Lance. When we first met, I thought you were a useless cargo pilot who was only as the Garrison to joke around.”
“Aren’t you supposed to make me feel better?” Lance sasses.
Keith presses his finger to the other’s lips. “Uh uh, you, listen.” Lance nods, allowing his friend to continue. “Anyways, that was my perception of you, and I didn’t think otherwise. Until we ran into each other saving Shiro. You were so obsessed with one-upping me that you saved his life. That’s either stupidity or passion, but I’m going to go with the latter. But that’s not all. You’ve proved time and time again that you will go out of your way to help your friends in need, even if it means you have to sacrifice yourself. No one,” Keith breathes, leaning forward just the slightest bit. “No one can ask for a better friend than you, Lance McClain.”
With a raised eyebrow, Lance ponders aloud, “Friend?”
The raven haired boy freezes in place, the possibilities racing through his mind. The blue paladin tilts his head inquisitively, causing Keith to turn the corners of his lips into a full-fledged, bright smile. “Among other things.”
This is the day Keith and Lance share their first kiss.
Member: Daddy!Lee Minhyuk / Reader Group: Monsta X Word Count: 1,500+ Genre/Warning(s): fluff galore. ♥
A small, gurgled giggle falls from your eight-month-old son’s lips, which bear a striking resemblance to his father’s, as you carefully place him in his high chair.
“There you go~” you coo, getting him properly situated and straightening out the puppy-themed bib around his neck. He wiggles in his seat and you chuckle quietly at his penchant to fidget. “Let me fix you up first, handsome.”
Being the mini ball of energy that he is, your baby boy releases a string of tiny giggles when your fingers tickle his chest after successfully primping him. The youthful twinkle in his crescent eyes brightens your entire day when he peers up at you, flashing you a show of pink gums and few teeth.
“Is my little star hungry, hmm?” you ask him, tilting your head to the side, running a hand through his head of soft, healthy hair.
Your son emits another cute noise that seems compliant, stubby fingers flailing enthusiastically. His current schedule seems to be working perfectly.
Author’s note: I’ve been working on this for two days before realizing how long it was getting to be a one-parter, this won’t be as long as I plan on making my Trials and Tribulation’s series -two/three parts at the most.
Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader and Lin-Manuel Miranda/Vanessa Nadal
Summary: Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with a timer planted on the inner side of their wrist that counts down the years, months, days, hours, minutes and seconds until you meet your soulmate. You finally meet your soulmate at a party only to find out that he was told you’d died years ago. Not only that, he seems to have gone ahead with his life without you.
“Have a nice day!” I said waving at the back of my
precious customer. My smile not quite so effortlessly stretched across my face.
“You don’t actually mean
that, do you?” Al questioned, raising a well groomed brow at me so I could
see the full gradient of her pink eye shadow and frankly, it was an impressive
“Of course I don’t.” The smile dropped off my face and turned into
a pained grimace, that still looked more like a smile. It hurt but it wouldn’t
go away. If only it didn’t take so many muscles to show my displeasure.
“Oh,” Al looked at the customer sitting down in a
corner booth. I could see her trying to figure out why I hadn’t meant that; the
cogs in her head working together to come to a sensible conclusion, “She
didn’t say thank you, did she?” And yet totally failing at it.
It’s almost time to travel back to the Enchanted Forest! (Well, a wish version of it, that is…)
Once Upon a Time’s sixth season returns this Sunday, March 5, and the one-hour winter premiere is guaranteed to make you scream with surprise and swoon with delight.
As usual, we called up Once’s co-showrunners Adam Horowitz and Eddy Kitsis, and after chatting all about the highly anticipated musical episode, we snagged the inside scoop on what’s next for Emma, Regina’s adventure in the Enchanted Forest and the “surprising” details of what’s to come.
Plus, only ET has your exclusive sneak peek of Regina and Robin’s intense reunion in the clip above!
ET: What was your goal for this second half of Emma and Regina’s adventure in – what I’m calling – “Wishland”?
Adam Horowitz: Well, in the wish realm, what we wanted to do was find a way to bring Emma back and to have Regina kind of confront what she has been really concerned about with regards to Robin and the death of Robin, which is, would he have been better off without her?
Eddy Kitsis: I think one of the things [Regina] found in the winter finale was – when she went back to this alternate wish world, where she did not cast the curse – she started to feel like, “Wow, would everyone have been better without me?” It was kind of an It’s a Wonderful Life situation. So I think the question going into hour two was, “Well, would that have happened with Robin Hood?” And I think once again what we’re going to see Regina facing is if she can move on or does she move back? When her first love [Daniel] died, instead of moving on and moving forward, she resented Snow White and became the evil queen. Now that she’s got Robin Hood, and even though she worked so hard to move forward and split herself, once again she’s faced with a new test.
I loved learning so much about Emma’s origin story! What can you tease for the fans ahead of the premiere?
AH: I think what you can tease is after almost six seasons, we finally get the origin of why she’s called Emma Swan.
EK: Sometimes we like to do full Emma flashbacks and sometimes we like to just drop into her life and see what was motivating her, and I think we’re going to see that a few times in the second half of this season.
In Wishland, we get to see Emma reunite with two very important men in her life: August and a very chubby Captain Hook. How would you describe her dynamic with these alternate characters?
EK: [Chubby Hook] is my favorite moment of the year! [Laughs] She and August have always been tied together since we found out they went through the wardrobe together. August was supposed to look out for her and didn’t, but in the same respect, he helped her believe in season one and helped her break the curse. We’ve always said they have a really strong friendship and I think what we’re going to realize is that even though Pinocchio abandoned her and maybe didn’t always watch out for her, maybe he watched out for her more than we thought.
I’m pleased to hear that Ariel is returning once again later this season! What kind of trouble is she going to splash into this time?
EK: Ariel is going to be returning like she always does – in a surprise way – but she is going to have a very surprising connection to another Disney princess.
EK: It could be…
No, I know it is.
EK: Well, then it is. [Laughs] You’re going to get a Jasmine-Ariel buddy cop movie, but in the Enchanted Forest.
Belle and Rumple’s son is proving to be quite the formidable villain. What should the fans know about that family’s struggle before tuning in on Sunday?
EK: Well, we know that Rumple has admitted that he likes the darkness. We know that he reverted and that it caused a huge rift between the two of them, but I think what we start to see in the winter premiere is something that we’ve really long forgotten, which is that Rumple really was a great father. And even though he messed up with his first child, he worked really hard to redeem himself. I think what you’re going to see now is that this is a Rumple who puts his child before anything. In doing that, I think a child can bring two people together if they both want the same thing, which is happiness.
And as for Henry, it was so sweet to see him step into his knighthood in Wishland. What’s coming up for him in the second half of season six?
AH: There’s more Henry coming! Henry, we can’t forget, is The Author and that comes back into play in a very important way.
EK: Henry is also the heart and soul of this show and has the heart of the truest believer. It all started with Henry knocking on a door, so we’re going to see a lot of Henry. I think one of the things that I’m most excited about is in this second half, we’re really going to see that Henry has grown. He’s grown up before our eyes and he’s a little, young man now and we’re going to see that.
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Imagine Alex showing you his power for the first time.
It’s obvious that he’s either nervous or scared, by the way his fingers were shaking as he pressed them to your forearm. “Stay right here…” His blue eyes caught hold of yours, a slight smile donning his cheeks, “Please.” Alex added on deeply, pressing a hot kiss to your forehead, “the last thing I want is you getting hurt.” Tucking back some of your hair, he let a shaky breath out, sliding his leather jacket off his shoulders and putting it on yours. “here.” He whispered, giving you one last glance before jogging a good forty feet from you.
Watching him intently, you still felt the heat of his lips on your forehead, and his smell lingered closely on his jacket as you pulled your arms through the holes and snuggled into it. He was right to give it to you, for the night was uncharacteristically cold.
Alex moved with a slacked confidence, and you found yourself wondering if he knew how attractive he was, or if the confidence was just a wall he put up to appear emotionally stronger than he was. He glanced over at you, punching his palm softly, “Stay back, okay?”
“Okay, babe.” Giving him a small grin, Alex turned forward and drew a slow, deep breath in. It stung his lungs ever so slightly, for the night time air was chilly. Balling his fists together, he focused. Alex’s body swayed from side to side, front to back, giving you the impression that he was hula-hooping more than anything. That caused you to chuckle, but only for a second before you spotted the red rings encasing his body.
And with one, sharp movement, he was sending them flying forward, splitting one of the innocent trees a few yards away in half. He swallowed, his eyes looking at the tree for longer than needed. Alex was afraid of looking at you now, as if you’d shun him for being so destructive. He prepared for the worst.
“Holy shit!” You gasped, walking towards him with a rather maniacal laugh. This caught him off guard, his eyebrows furrowing and creating a crease between them. He sputtered, trying to find words. “That was amazing.” Your hand was suddenly on his chest, and you could feel the burn of his bare skin under the fabric of his shirt. “Wow…”
“Wow as in a good thing or wow as in you’re now terrified of me?” Alex inquired, looking down at the hand that was now tracing on his chest.
“Wow as in holy shit as in… I didn’t know this was the sort of power you had,” You laughed slightly, catching his beautiful eyes. They appeared darker than they were, but that was due to the dim lighting of the park. “When you explained it to me the first time, I thought it was going to be something small…”
Alex chuckled, tossing his head back as he did. The movement of his neck and Adam’s apple distracted you momentarily before he began speaking, “So, you like power?” His lips formed into the smirk you knew all to well, and all you wanted to do was kiss them.
“On the right person.” You replied smoothly, smiling at your boyfriend as he cupped your cheek and beckoned you for a kiss.
(A/N) Hello lovies, I really hope you enjoy this little series. I took alot of liberties as a writer while writing this. I added all my favorite vampires from both tv and film so i hope you like and enjoy it. Anywho here’s the first chapter. please by all means tell me what you think.
Warnings: loss of limbs, falling, blood, vampires, death.
I’ve been alone for a while now. Centuries have passed in
the blink of an eye, along with anyone and everything I held dear. Being born a
vampire has its disadvantages. My father, well I’m not sure who he really is.
My mother never told me. She herself was a vampire of the highest caliber. Born
a pure-blood in a time when the world was just starting out. She was beautiful,
her long silver hair longer than most as it hung down to her knees. Apparently,
it had been her hair that attracted my father too her. Knowing that she never
I was born in the middle ages, in surprisingly one of
Europe’s worst times, The plague. The healers told my mother I would not make
it seeing as I was born early and with silver eyes. In my culture those born
with such eyes are considered hybrids, or as my clan like to call them,
abominations. Unlike normal vampires whose eyes remain a normal color until
they use their vampire abilities, mine are always silver. This made going
anywhere when I was a child a hassle.
As you probably are aware humans and vampires don’t exactly
have the best track records with each other. Mostly because vampires need to
feed off humans to survive, and back when I was born, vampires had no qualm
with draining an entire village to keep themselves fed. Of course, if you ask
people about vampires now they would just laugh at you. It was after the death
of one of our Elders, my grandfather, that the law was made that we vampires
distance ourselves from humans.
Those who disobeyed this law where made examples of and died
by sun exposure. All vampires, save for two that I am aware of, can die if the
sunlight touches their skin. I however am not one of them. No one knew, not
even my own mother, that was until one day I risked my life to save a human.
When my skin did not burn my mother and I were sent away. Our clan said she had
committed the gravest sin of all, although at that time I had no idea what they
Other than vampires, there is another race of beings called
Lycans; or werewolves depending on where you are from. They are a wild breed.
Their hatred for us vampires runs deep as my kind once used them as slaves. Of
course, this was back before my time. When I was born the Lycan uprising had
already happened and they were running free around the world. It was my mother’s job to keep them in check
as a Death Dealer. She was a rarity in her job; whereas most Death Dealers
killed all Lycans, my mother only killed those who could no longer control the
beast within them. She once told me that Lycans are not all bad. There are a
select few who are good and deserve a second chance.
When my mother died, I left the coven and everyone there
behind to move on and try to heal the hurt in my heart her death caused me.
Centuries had passed since that day and I became a traveler of sorts. I never
stayed in the same place too long. It was in the mid-forties in the snowy alps
of Austria when I first met a person who would change my life forever.
The cold wind blew against my face bringing with it a thick
smell of freshly spilt blood. I pull the hood of my jacket back as the smell
pulls me in. It wasn’t the blood of some random animal; but that of a human. I
found my mouth starting to water at the scent. Unable to control my thirst I
find myself rushing off after the injured being. When I found, him he was being
dragged away by some soldiers. My eyes followed them for a moment before a
simple word left the injured man’s mouth, “Steve?”
‘Steve? Who was Steve?’ I thought to myself as I stealthily
followed them. What were they doing with him? He sounded American. Was he some
lost soldier? His blood smelled different than that of a normal human. It
smelled sweeter. Was he a POW? I narrow my eyes before my body moves on its own
causing me to come out of hiding and cut off their path.
“Кто ты??” One of them asks and I narrow my eyes. Russian.
“Оставьте человека, и никто не должен умереть.” (Leave
the man and no one should die.) I reply to them my eyes shielded from
“Единственный, кто умрет здесь, будет вам женщиной..” (The only
one who will die here will be you woman.) One of them replies making my
“Я больше не скажу тебе, дай мне его.” (I will not tell you again, give
him to me.) I retort angrily as I pull my hood from my head letting my
eyes and fangs become visible causing them to pull their weapons up and aim
them at me.
“Что ты такое?” (What are you?) Another man asks as
I let out a low growl my fangs growing.
“Я вампир, и я голоден.” (I’m a Vampire, and I’m hungry.) I
reply as I lunge through the air at them and using my vampire strength quickly
incapacitate them all. I leave them there, their blood still in their bodies
before I make my way over to the man lying unconscious on the ground his left
arm nowhere in sight. He looked rough and the sweetness of his blood started to
make it hard for me to fight the urge to drink from him. Taking a deep breath,
I bite the inside of my mouth as I reach down and lifting his head up off the
ground say, “Hello, I need you to open your eyes.” I say as softly as I can.
He groans in pain as his eyes open just slightly. As I consider
them I know he’s not okay. He’s lost too much blood. I groan inwardly as I look
over at his missing limb before my eyes return to his. “I can save you, but I
cannot replace your arm.”
“What?” He asks his heart starting to slow. If I didn’t give
him some of my blood now, he would die. I wouldn’t give him enough to
completely turn him. I wouldn’t turn anyone; but I could give him just enough
to save his life. Taking a deep breath, I roll up my sleeve and pulling my
wrist up to my mouth and using my fangs pierce my skin letting the warm liquid
flow from my body. I turn back to him and bringing my wrist to his mouth say,
“Drink.” His eyes meet mine and he looks away. “Do you want to live or not?” I
ask annoyance filling my voice.
“Steve?” He asks and I let out an annoyed sigh.
“If you want to see your friend again you have to drink.” He
slowly turns back to me and then with reluctance in his eyes opens his mouth. I
quickly bring my wrist to his lips and feel my heart start to race as he starts
to drink from my wrist. Drinking a vampire’s blood, for a human, not only
healed them but also was mildly like an aphrodisiac. Both the human and the
vampire experienced a feeling of pleasure from it; but that is only when the
vampires blood is given freely. If it is taken from them it becomes a poison to
whomever drinks it.
I start to feel my body become hot and I instantly pull away
from him. My face flushes pink as I instantly roll my sleeve back down. Later,
after I made sure he was safe and okay, I would worry about the wound on my
wrist. I quickly turn back to him to see him passed out and I let out a heavy
sigh. At least he wasn’t dead, yet. I look around trying to gather my bearings
before I grab his uninjured arm and sliding him on my back stand up. It would
be too far to take him to the nearest Coven, they would most likely drain him
anyway, and it was too dangerous for the nearest town; I silently resign myself
to taking him with me to my cabin. Hopefully I have what I need to treat his
arm. Taking a deep breath, I grip tightly to him and without leaving a trail
carry him away.
Walking into my cabin I close the door behind me and swiftly
make my way over to my bed, which I don’t really use nor need, and set him
down. He releases a wince of pain as I try as gently as possible to remove his
tattered jacket. There was no telling how he would react when he finally opened
his eyes; but until then he would be comfortable. I look over at the unused
fireplace and groan inwardly as I realize I’d have to light it. Turning away
from the unconscious man I walk over to the cupboard and grabbing some old
blankets from when there used to be humans using this cabin and walk back over
to pile them on top of him.
I still needed to clean his wounds; but I couldn’t do that
if I had to worry about hypothermia. “Let’s see, I can do this.” I say aloud to
myself as I walk over to the fireplace and pulling a level instantly feel a
draft come down from it. I glance around the room for something that I could
use to start a fire. I would have to go out and push a tree over for wood; but
if I didn’t have and Flint or dry twigs, there would be no fire. I walk over to
the table that the preoccupants had used and pulling a chair out from under it
bring my free hand up and swing it down with enough force that it splinters
around the room.
I quickly gather them up and place them next to the
fireplace. Turning from it I make my over to the door and glancing back at him
for a moment walk outside to the nearest tree. I crack my knuckles before I
pull my fist back and swinging it forward split the tree in two. I shake my
hand for a moment as I wait for the pain to numb out. Once it subsides I walk
in intervals splitting the log into smaller pieces that would fit in the
fireplace. Then loading as many as possible into my arms I carry them back into
the little cabin.
Standing in front of the unlit fire place I set to work
creating a fire. Thankfully the wood wasn’t too green so it went up in blazes
relatively fast. Now that the fire was started it wouldn’t take long for this
little cabin to warm up. I walk over to the kitchen area and grabbing an old
pot I walk outside to collect snow. Filling the pot up until it is overflowing
I head back inside and place it beside the fireplace to melt. I let out a sigh
of relief as I pull my coat off and walking back to the door hang it on one of
the vacant hooks attached to the wall.
“Now to find something to use for bandages.” I say as I walk
over to the old dresser and sliding out one of the drawers smile as I see some
unused cloth siting before me. Pulling them out I close the drawer and walk
over to check on the pot of melting snow. Kneeling, I place my hand over the
top of the water to feel that it had become rather warm. I pull the clothe out
in front of me and start to tear strips out of it.
I hear a groan and I follow the noise to see the pile of
blankets start to move. I quickly jump to my feet and setting the ripped cloths
aside I move over to him. I watch as he throws the blankets off himself and
then lets out a howl of pain. His eyes meet mine and he freezes. “Who are you?”
“I would not move so much.” I reply motioning to his arm.
“If you will let me, I can clean it and wrap it up for you.”
“So you’re just not gonna answer my question?” He asks
narrowing his steel eyes at me as he reaches up and grips his shoulder.
“The less you know about me, the safer you’ll be.” I answer
honestly as I turn away from him and walk back over to the fireplace.
“So I don’t even get to know your name?” He asks as he
forces himself to stand. He pauses for a moment clearly surprised that he could
“I don’t have one.” I reply grabbing the now boiling pot of
water and turning back to him.
“Come on, everyone has a name.”
“Not everyone,” I reply with a hint of pain in my voice
before I motion for him to sit at the little old table. He stares at me for a
moment his eyes flitting back and forth from my own to the pot in my hands.
“This is water, boiled enough to purify any bacteria that might have been in
the snow; if you’ll allow me, I need to wash your wound.”
“Why should I trust you? You won’t even tell me your name.”
He asks and I groan inwardly.
“You shouldn’t trust me. If you must call me something, call
me Night.” I answer placing the pot on the table and walking back to the
fireplace to grab the ripped cloths.
“Okay Night, how are you gonna help my arm?” He asks as he
moves to sit at the table.
“I’m going to clean it as best as I can. Like I said before,
I cannot replace your arm.” I answer as I close the distance between us.
“I’m not gonna say it’s fine cause it’s not; I’m really
gonna miss my arm, but I’ll learn to live without it.” He says and I can tell
from his tone that he’s trying to hide his upset.
“I have no doubt that this is true.” I reply as place one of
the cloths into the still steaming water. “Now I need to remove your shirt.
That is if you’ll allow me.”
“Have at it Night, but thanks for asking first.” He says as
he holds his arm out.
“This may hurt a bit.” I say as I reach forward and grabbing
the hem of his shirt pull it up over his shoulders giving me a full view of his
injuries. He had some bruises that were starting to heal, thanks to my blood,
but the most visible injury was his arm. Not going to lie it looked pretty bad.
“You’re thinking it looks bad, well darlin it hurts just as
much.” He says a smirk filling his face.
“I’ll need to clean the dried blood off as well.” I say as I
toss his shirt into the floor. I reach back for the hot water drenched cloth
only to have his hand shoot out to catch mine before it hits the water. “What
are you doing?”
“That water is still steaming, you’ll burn your hand if you
stick it in there.” He replies his eyes finding mine suddenly making me uncomfortable.
“I’ll be fine,” I start pulling my hand form his, “I don’t
get injured like your kind does.” I reply dipping my hand into the water to
grab the cloth.
“My kind,” He says his eyes narrowing in confusion. “Are you
not my kind? You look human.”
“Well I’m not, not exactly.” I reply wringing the water out
of the cloth before I start to work on cleaning his wound along with the dried-up
blood. Which turned out to be harder than I thought. I hadn’t fed in what
seemed like forever and now here I was cleaning blood off a human’s body, blood
that smelled way too sweet for my own good. I could feel my mouth start to
water with every wipe of blood.
“Then what may I ask are you?” He asks pulling me from my
“Like I said, the less you know the better.” I reply my eyes
“You have very strange eyes.” He says causing me to wince as
a painful memory filled my mind. I quickly look away as I dip the cloth back
into the water. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I think they’re pretty, I’ve
definitely never seen anything like them before.”
“And hopefully you never will again.” I reply wringing the
water out of the cloth.
“And why is that?” He asks wincing as the cloth cleans the
last of the blood off.
“I’m starting to feel like a broken record.” I say as I toss
the cloth into the pot and walk back over to the fireplace to grab the excess
cloths to wrap up his arm.
“You don’t talk much about yourself, do you?” He asks as I
wrap the cloths around his wound.
“I don’t talk at all usually.” I say as I wrap the last
cloth around his arm and tie it off. “I’m not a doctor, and I don’t know how
well this will keep you from getting infected, but it’s the best I can do with
the given circumstances.”
“I’ll take your word for it, just wish I had some pain
“That I can’t help you with.” I reply a soft smirk filling
“James,” He says holding his hand out to me causing me to
cock an eyebrow at him. “My name is James Buchanan Barnes, but my friends call
me Bucky. Which means you can call me Bucky as well.”
“We’re not friends.” I state obviously, “We don’t even know
“Then let’s start to get to know each other.” He says
motioning to the chair opposite him.
“You don’t know what you’re asking.” I say as I walk over to
the door and grab my coat.
“Where are you going?” He asks a tinge of worry in his
“You should rest. Your body will start to tire soon. I’ll
find you something to eat and return soon. You don’t have to worry about anyone
showing up here for you.” I say pulling my hood up over my head and opening the
door I head out into the cold. I needed to distance myself from him. He was
strange for a human. He wasn’t scared of my appearance or my eyes. I hadn’t
seen anyone react like that in centuries. Although, I had never smelled
anything like him before. He was special I could tell but I couldn’t stay
around him. Not with how hungry I was.
First things first, I needed to feed; then I needed to feed
the human. I could slink into the nearest village and swipe something from the
market, that would be easy. What would be hard would be keeping him a secret
from other Vampires and Lycans. The wolves would stay away for as long as my
scent was there; however, my scent would also attract vampires. I would have to
figure something out later. For now, I needed to feed.
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The first thing Hamilton did was yank
his hand away, instinctively. With a harsh pull against his wrist,
Thomas’ hand followed. For a moment, they both stared, silent.
Then, Hamilton turned towards the open
door, took a deep breath, and attempted to channel Washington’s pure
authority. “Philip Schuyler-Hamilton, get back here this instant!”
Predictably, nothing happened. Philip
wasn’t even within sight of the yard anymore. For such small legs,
the kid moved pretty fast. “Philip, I’m serious! You’re in big
trouble right now!” He bellowed, greeted only by the pleasant
sounds of a Saturday afternoon.
“Yeah, tell him he’s in trouble,
that’s going to work,” Thomas snarked, still unable to keep his
eyes off the cuffs. For the life of him, he couldn’t grasp what
possessed the kid to do this. He didn’t seem like the practical joke
type, but then, Thomas hadn’t known him long.