#bit messy might touch it up w colored pencils later

[scarymonsters-andsupercreeps]

Jotaro illustration for the first page of my sketchbook

[cravingcrazewriting]

youwillbefound.org

Trigger Warning- Mentions of suicide attempt and suicidal thoughts.

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What was Evan doing?

It wasn't like him to get a social media. It wasn't like him to rely so much on people, but yet he did, for no reason whatsoever. He did meet someone who he could trust, and needed help as much as he did. It was nice. He only had a few other friends who friended him out of pity.

He was currently on his laptop, writing his therapy letter, when he heard his phone go off.

HighandAllMighty: hey dude, wuts up?

Evan made a smile. High, that's what Evan nicknamed him due to privacy issues, was one of his closest friends, he'd even call him a best friend. High suffered from Anxiety and Bipolar, and had a very hard time making friends due to all of his outbursts. On the internet, he was able to calm himself down and not act rashly, but sometimes would assume the worst and snap at Evan a few times, but when that did happen, he'd awake to multiple apologizes from High.

High admitted to smoking openly, from cigarettes to weed, mainly because the way it calmed him down and less likely to snap at people. Evan didn't really mind this, since High's parents didn't get him any medication to him. If it helped, then that was that.

AnAnxiousTeen: Nothing much, just sitting in bed. I might write my therapy letter soon. What about you?

HighandAllMighty: sweet. Honestly I'm just dazing in and out atm. Me and my family just ate and my dad is trying to start shit again. HighandAllMighty: so the usual bs

AnAnxiousTeen: I'm so sorry.. I wish I could help you.

HighandAllMighty: Nah, don't be. U should probably start your letter.

AnAnxiousTeen: Well you know I hate writing them so I'd rather not heh

HighandAllMighty: hey, can I ask u something kinda important?

AnAnxiousTeen: Sure! Ask away!

HighandAllMighty: can we FaceTime? HighandAllMighty: I know u might not want to bc of ur anxiety HighandAllMighty: it was just something I wanted to try, if you wanted to at least

AnAnxiousTeen: I'm.. not sure.. I need time to think this over. AnAnxiousTeen: My mom is still home, so I can't right now.

HighandAllMighty: I understand. It's ok

Evan was trying not to freak out.

He was scared. He was scared he'd disappoint High. Incredibly scared of the mental image he imaged him looking like and being a huge let down and not being able to say anything and make things ten times worse than what they are and-

"Honey! I'm heading out! There's a twenty on the counter! Please get something to eat while I'm gone! Love you, bye!" Heidi called from downstairs, pulling Evan out of his thoughts. A moment later a door closing could be heard.

Evan sighed and ran his fingers through his messy blonde hair. There was another complication; he had completely fallen for High, one hundred percent in love.

HighandAllMighty: ah man, I'm rlly srry. My dad is gonna take my phone. HighandAllMighty: we'll talk later, k?

AnAnxiousTeen: I understand. I'll see you when you get back!

HighandAllMighty: in one week. Bye bud

Evan laid down on his bed. A whole week?! This obviously wasn't the first time it happened, but would that stop him from missing him? No. Definitely not. It'd be a lonely week without him.

This would be a long week

~~~ It was only Tuesday.

High had his phone taken on Saturday, so they were completely out of touch for tree days straight so far, and Evan was miserable and lonely.

Evan was sitting in his room, unenthusiastically working on homework. He was sinking into a depressive state. He'd never admit to it, but there was something wrong, that he just wasn't happy. He let out a sigh, setting his pencil down and grabbing his phone. The only notifications he had was some posts from people he liked, and a text from Jared.

Jared K: U have math done?

Evan H: -Evan H has sent a picture-

Jared K: thanks

Well, that made Evan feel even more like shit. It made him feel like Jared would only miss him for his car insurance if he suddenly disappeared. Hell, his mom would have it easier if he was gone. And High.. he was just a burden to him. Fuck it, he needed to vent.

AnAnxiousTeen has posted a status update: I'm always being told that things will get better, that I'll find someway to deal with my social anxiety, but nothing is seeming to be working. No one would notice if I suddenly left, if this account was suddenly shut down, maybe except for @HighandAllMighty but if I'm being honest, I'd be doing him a favor. I wish that things were different. I wish that anything I said mattered to anyone. Because let's face it. Would anyone here notice if I disappeared tomorrow?

After posting his update, he got a handful of responses, that mainly said stuff among the lines of "I'd notice! Please don't do anything rash!". It didn't feel real to Evan. He knew how this stuff worked. After a week of his death, people would forget him. All he could think of was how thankful his anxiety held him back from another attempt.

AnAnxiousTeen has posted a status update: If a tree falls in a forest, and no one is around to hear it, does it ever make a sound?

There was a lot of debate about this one. No one saw the hidden subtext, that he fell-no, let go of the branch that was holding him and was now restrained to a cast. It made his stomach do a cartwheel at the thought.

AnAnxiousTeen has posted a status update: Sorry for all the depressing stuff tonight. I'm going offline to hit the hay early.

Well, that wasn't a total lie. He had homework to do first, then he'd probably lay in bed till sleep took him away.

And that's exactly what he did.

~~~ HighandAllMighty: why didn't you tell me how you were feeling?

High was back, early, and Evan was downright terrified.

Unlike before, he used almost perfect spelling and grammar, something he'd only do in serious situations. Evan hated confrontation, so so much.

AnAnxiousTeen: I'm sorry.. I didn't want to be a burden...

HighandAllMighty: you could never burden me with your problems. HighandAllMighty: we have to look out for each other, otherwise we'll loose us both. HighandAllMighty: I want to video chat with you. I want to see /you/. Let me help you. Please

Evan didn't really think when he answered. He didn't consider what his anxiety was telling him. He just had to make it up to High, especially with what he just put him through.

AnAnxiousTeen: Of course, just give me a few minutes to set up.

HighandAllMighty: thank you. I mean it

Evan let out a puff of air and set his phone down. His mom was home but sleeping, so he'd have to be quiet and not talk to loud, which wasn't a problem because he's.. him. He grabbed a set of dark blue headphones (he preferred them because they felt more comfortable on his ear) and plugged them into his phone. He made sure they worked okay and sent High a message.

AnAnxiousTeen: I'm ready. Can you send the request?

-HighandAllMighty has sent you a Face Time Request!-

-x Accept x or x Decline x-

Evan hesitantly hit the accept key and sat down on his bed, tidying up his shirt and hair while it loaded. Things'll be fine. They'll be perfectly okay. Just stay completely calm, don't fuck anything up, and your guys' friendship will be saved.

A minute later, the Face Time had finished loading, and on Evan's screen he was greeted to a pale skinned boy with long brown hair that went down to his shoulders, his eyes were blue but they had this brown glint to them that really made them stand out and made them so much more mesmerizing. He was wearing a simple black hoodie and the rest of his outfit Evan couldn't see.

The room Evan assumed was High's was messy, to say the least. Evan never understood how people could find what they needed in a mess. That's why he kept everything organized and clean, so if he needed to find anything, he could right away. It was an anxiety thing he couldn't get over. Evan also noticed the contrast of dark colors in High's room, that was mainly dark purple and black for the most part. Evan knew High enjoyed dark colors rather than light ones it made sense to why his room was painted that way.

Holy fuck was he hot or what?

"Um, hi! C-can you hear me o-okay?" Evan asked nervously, adjusting his headphones ever so slightly. He could hear some shuffling around so he took that as a good sign.

"Yeah, you're good. What about me on your end?" High asked, leaning back.

"Yo-you're good too," Evan nodded, confirming that he could hear him quite well. "Why did you w-want to call?"

"Well one, I wanted to see what you looked like, and two, I need to ask you a few other things, and this is the best way to see if you're lying or not," he simply said, shrugging his shoulders.

"O-okay, ask a-away," Evan smiled, shuffling slightly on his bed to get comfortable, waiting for whatever High was about to ask.

High inhaled, staying silent for a moment, before asking, "..Are you suicidal?"

Evan immediately tensed up. He hadn't put much thought into being depressed or suicidal, although he had those thoughts a lot he couldn't possibly be.. right? "I.. I don't know, a-actually... It could be a p-possibility, I do get suicidal thoughts and... a lot of self h-hate..."

High nodded slowly, picking at what appeared to be black nail polish. "Well, have you ever... attempted?"

Evan bit his lip, and he turned his gaze to his cast, although it wasn't planned, it still counted as one. He simply nodded his head. "It's.. s-scary..."

High let out a sigh. "I know the feeling all too well.. Just, wanting it all to end, but yet your anxiety is telling you not to, and you get so afraid.. I dunno, it's a reminder that you're still human I guess, attempting or not.."

"Honestly, it's m-my anxiety holding me b-back from trying a-again.. I'm scared I-I'll fail again.." Evan chuckled meekly, picking at his cast's plaster.

"Well, I'm glad," High smiled at him. "You don't know how much better you've made my life. I.. probably would've attempted again if I didn't know you.."

"Same with m-me. I'm.. so, so a-alone at school, I don't have any f-friends, and I was-well, still kinda- miserable. But, when we started t-talking, I didn't feel as alone a-anymore.." Evan admitted, blushing lightly.

"I wish I could meet you," High admitted. "I can tell no one's signed your cast still, and I really wanna fucking sign it. I.. I want to be by your side... Helping you order food, keeping you company, hell, I even know a few places down here you'd fucking adore and I know it.."

Evan smiled like a complete dork at these things. "That's s-so sweet.. You probably w-wouldn't like to meet me though.. I-I'd be so awkward.."

"Hey, don't put yourself down like that. I prefer awkward over cocky assholes any day," High said. "And like, not to mention you're a fucking amazing guy. Any girl would- fuck how do I phrase this?- well, she'd be pretty lucky to be with a guy like you," High told him, a noticeable blush appearing on his cheeks.

Evan blushed probably more than what he should've, but he couldn't help it. No one except his mom had said this type of stuff to him. "Honestly, t-thank you.."

"Okay, secondly, I need to tell you something really important. I hope it won't weird you out or anything but here it goes.. I really, really like you- and I don't mean that in the friendly way, I mean like- fuck this is harder to explain than I thought. Look.. I'm, head over heels in love with you, man.." High finished.

Evan was in pure shock. He had his hand on his mouth and felt like he could've cried. All that his mind could register was he liked him back. Holy fuck, he never thought he'd see the day his feelings would be returned. He could process words, he moved his hand away from his mouth, revealing a huge smile he was wearing and said hand anxiously ran through his hair.

"Holy f-fuck.. I.. I didn't think you'd l-like me back, so I never said anything.. Oh my god, t-this is incredible!" Evan admitted, watching the brunette's shocked expression turn into a smile.

"Holy shit, you actually like me?" High asked, and Evan nodded to him, he'd proudly admit to it, because now he had nothing else to loose.

"Does this mean we're like.. a thing or..?" High trailed off, and Evan laughed, saying, "Maybe! I t-think We should try."

High smiled at him, "I'd love to date you.. even if it's long distance.."

"Can I a-ask you something?" Evan smiled sheepishly, tugging lightly at his shirt while High responded with a "You can ask me anything you want to."

"What-what's your a-actual name?" Evan asked slowly, as stated earlier, they both kept their names a secret for privacy, but Evan was too curious to contain himself from keeping the question residing in his mind.

"It's Connor. What about you?" High- no, Connor returned his question, gazing at him with a loving gaze.

"I l-like to go by Evan.." Evan hoped that would satisfy him, because who'd want to date a guy with a name like Mark? No one, that's for sure.

"It suits you," Connor stated. "A wonderful name for a wonderful boy."

Evan flushed at his comment. "Well er- it's n-not as beautiful as 'Connor'. It, it fits you, so so well.."

"Are you calling me beautiful?" Connor teased him, and Evan just laughed.

The two ended up chatting for an entire two hours, enjoying whatever they could get out of each other's presence. They were both hopelessly in love, despite distance keeping them apart, they hoped they would one day meet in person.

That would be more than enough for them both.

A/N-I fucking love this AU so much?? I loved writing every second of it,and going over 2000 words better prove it.

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[doodlelolly0910]

Close Encounters of the Spiritual Kind

Summary: Emma Nolan spent a lot of time alone, and that was fine by her. Because one is never truly alone. She should know. She can talk to dead people. What she didn’t expect was one of these spiritual encounters to hang around, taking her down a rabbit hole of missing women, revenge, and, least expected, love. Can she save the day and Killian Jones? Is there even another choice?

Read it from the beginning on AO3 and FFN!

A/N:  Okay y'all so this chapter is a big one. Big reveal! I'm a pickle! No wait, that's something else :P But there really is some big stuff happening here. A new character introduction, more Emma and Killian bonding, lots and lots of revelations that will even carry over to next chapter. I won't say too much. I hope you guys like it! And thank you so much for all your kind words and lovely reviews. They really mean more to me than you know, even if I don't always have the time to respond to each of them as I would like. Thank you guys, so so much. And thanks also to @kmomof4 who has already had her brain exploded by this chapter (lol sorry?) and to @courtorderedcake who made the beautiful art that goes with this story and I will never be over how amazing it is. Here we go with chapter 17! Almost at the end!!! EEP!!!

Chapter 17

Emma woke up feeling refreshed for the first time in a long time. Refreshed and warm. She snuggled into the firm pillow underneath her and sighed, content. The sound of rustling paper made her wrinkle her nose and grunt. It was just annoying enough to keep her from slipping into peaceful slumber again. A chuckle sounded from beneath her head and something tightened around her back and waist, causing her eyes to snap open, her head popping up from where it had been apparently resting on Hook's t-shirt clad chest.

“Good morning, darling,” his low rumble emanated from his torso and seeped into her middle where they were pressed together, his left arm sweeping soothingly over her back. “Sleep better?” The question was light but his eyes studied her face for any signs of nightmare induced stress. Emma cleared her throat, nodding and gently disentangling herself to a sitting position beside him on the mattress. His arm slipped from its place around her and back under the blankets, the only part of him to be covered by it.

Killian Jones in the morning was far more a gorgeous sight than any human being had any right to be. His dark hair was mussed, sticking up in directions that would look odd on someone else, but on him it only left Emma wondering what it would be like to run her fingers through it. His eyes were bright and playful, his dark lashes fluttering over rosy cheeks when he blinked. He seemed… softer somehow.

“You are positively radiant in the morning, Swan,” he murmured and Emma blinked twice, not having noticed during her perusal of his face that he had been observing her as well. She played it off on a scoff, scooping her sleep tangled hair off her neck and securing it in a messy bun on top of her head.

“I’m a mess,” she objected, stretching her arms languidly over her head and wiggling her hips to work out the kinks in her back. Her face felt swollen and puffy from her sobbing during the night.

“Radiant. Like the sun.” Hook's voice pulled her attention back and she looked at him curiously. He was staring at her so intently it made her squirm involuntarily, her gaze darting away from his. That's when she saw it.

In his lap sat her leatherbound sketchbook, page open to a portrait she'd done some time ago of her grandmother. He followed her gaze and reached up to scratch behind his ear. Emma's eyes shot back up to his, her face blanched as her mind raced through everything he may have seen.

“You looked through my sketches?” she whispered. Hook sat a little straighter, letting one of his legs fall off the side of the bed and his foot rest on the floor. His cheeks had pinkened a bit and the hand that had been scratching behind his ear had now moved to rub over the scruff on his jaw.

“I rolled over onto it this morning. I didn't know what it was,” he replied, and his hand came down to rest on top of the book, keeping it there with him when all Emma wanted to do was snatch it back and run away. “You're very talented.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Emma said, reaching for the book, but Hook's hand curled over the top of it, keeping it in place on his lap.

“I have a favorite,” he murmured and Emma swallowed thickly, frozen in place. He dipped his gaze down to the book and flipped through a few pages, stopping and meeting her gaze again. Emma looked down, her heartbeat thundering through her ears.

A landscape was on the page, the docks at sunset, one of her favorite places to sit and think. She had played with new pencils that day, the colors on the page vibrant and blended together in a riot of golds and pinks and purples. It was her favorite, too. But absolutely not what she expected. She looked down at the page in confusion and looked back up to Hook’s face.

“There’s a lot of emotion here,” he explained. “A real definition of character. I like it very much.” Emma blew air out through her pursed lips, flustered at the compliment and searching for words that weren’t what she was actually thinking. She had paused just long enough for him to continue on. “I suppose you were expecting me to show you this one.” While she had searched for words, Hook, had apparently thumbed the corner of the book to the exact page she had been dreading, apparently memorized in its place in her book by its subject.

Killian Jones himself stared out from the page, his monotone features punctated by those blue, searching eyes. It wasn’t until now that Emma realized just how accurate her sketch actually was, right down to the scar on his right cheek just under his eye. His hair was tousled almost exactly as it lay now on the real life version. When she looked back up to meet Hook’s stare, the same shade of blue on the page met her as well.

“When did you do this?” he asked softly, holding her gaze. Emma felt a heat creep up over her collarbones and onto her face.

“Almost a month ago,” she replied honestly on a whisper. Killian’s eyes turned wondrous, as if he were fully understanding for the first time that she truly had been sent to him by his loved ones in the beyond. The tension in the air weighed heavier on her skin, but it had changed. Instead of a fearful sliver that wove its way into it, it was warm now, and all she wanted to do was move closer to Killian. His own gaze dropped to her lips and Emma was sure he was going to kiss her again. Until he abruptly stood, pulling his left arm behind his back and extending her book back to her, still open to the page.

“I have somewhere I think we should go today. Get dressed.” His words were short, but not unkind. Emma was confused at the sudden change in him. As much as she thought she was prepared for Killian Jones, he still found ways to keep her on her toes. Keeping his arm tucked just out of her viewpoint, Hook moved to grab some clothing of his own, along with his prosthesis, and disappeared into the bathroom, Emma assumed to change. She felt a twinge in her heart that she may have made him slightly uncomfortable with the picture, and that he felt the need to hide his arm from her. Her thoughts were soon overrun by his words though, and she wondered briefly where he might be taking her.

Emma did as he bade, dressing quickly while Killian remained in the bathroom. He finally emerged, fully dressed, hooked hand in place, just as Emma was sweeping her hair up into a ponytail. He gave her a warm smile and a fond look, which she happily returned. She was glad to see he wasn’t upset with her. She stood and made her way to her duffel, retrieving her cell and shooting off a text to Jefferson to check in for the day. She had just received a confirmation from him when she looked up to see Killian making the bed.

“Old habits die hard, huh?” she teased, gesturing to the bed. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, completing the task with a smirk. “Navy must have made a real impact.” He chuckled.

“I should have known you’d know that. Fine policemanship, Swan,” he replied, smoothing out the blanket with his hand and hook.

“It wasn’t hard once Milah gave me your name. And Liam told me later on. And if none of that happened, those corners would have been a dead giveaway,” she said, the corner of her mouth lifting in a smile. He laughed out loud at that, moving from the bed to the door and sweeping it open.

“After you, darling.”

Hook drove this time. Emma was slightly nervous at first when he had rested his false hand on the steering wheel, but she relaxed as time went on. As with everything he did, Killian was in complete control behind the wheel, and his taste in music wasn’t half bad either. She hummed along to Bad Company, and found out he had a nice singing voice as well when he belted out Living On a Prayer. She did not blush when he complimented her own on Barracuda with a waggle of his ridiculous eyebrows. Before she knew it, she saw a sign that read “Now Leaving Boston City Limits” and she looked over to him curiously.

“Trust me, Swan,” he said, not taking his eyes from the road, but offering her a kind smile. “You should tell that Chapelle fellow that you’ve left the city.” Emma hadn’t even thought of that, though she was sure Jefferson was tracking her phone, and she was touched that he thought of a way to make her feel comfortable. He seemed to be doing that more and more, perhaps his way of making up for the fact that he hadn’t trusted her in the beginning, and earning hers in return. She didn’t make a move to get her phone out, and instead, set her bag on the floor beneath her feet, a small gesture of her own trust in him. He smiled broadly at that and they continued on their way.

They soon turned down a country road, a dirt stretch that ran past the horizon, and Emma was even more puzzled than ever, especially when Hook parked by some trees on the side of the road near virtually nothing. He looked at her sheepishly and something twisted in Emma’s belly telling her she wasn’t going to like what he had to say.

“I need you to leave your cell here, love. I can’t have anyone tracking us to where we’re going. I’m leaving mine as well,” he rushed to assure her but she was already shaking her head.

“That doesn’t sound like something I’m game for,” she said, gathering her bag into her lap. He sighed heavily.

“The person we are going to see, I’ve worked very hard to make sure she stays safe. And the only way to make sure she stays that way is if I’m the only one who knows where she is.” Killian ran a hand through his hair.

“But you’re taking me to see her,” she shot back, grip on her bag tightening.

“Aye. You, I trust.”

Emma eyed him, allowing his words to sink in. Going against every cynical bone in her body, she opened up her bag and fished out her phone, only hesitating slightly before handing it over to Hook. He captured her hand along with it, turning them over so he could kiss the back of hers firmly, keeping hold of her gaze as he did so. Something inside of Emma calmed again, and Hook joined her cell with his, opening the door and going to the tree nearest to them. He pulled out a lock box and unlocked it with a key from his belt, placing the phones inside and locking them again. He got back into the car and started it again, sighing in relief. Emma sighed for a different reason altogether as they made their journey another few miles down the road.

Emma’s anxiety and impatience grew until they had reached what appeared to be their destination, turning down a few side trails until they reached a short gravel road that her bug would have never made it through. A little farm house that looked somewhat like a fairytale cottage sat isolated at the end of the road, looking quite out of pace with it’s manicured green lawn, small rose garden, and white picket fence. Killian parked next to an older truck and gave Emma a nervous glance before darting out of the car. Emma took a few calming breaths, composing herself, and she didn’t even notice Killian had come around to her side of the car to open her door for her. She accepted his hand and they made their way to the house, him holding onto her as they walked in a way that made her feel more at ease and entirely unsettled at the same time.

As they walked up the path, the door opened and a wide eyed woman poked her head out the door. She looked at Emma fearfully, her throat working as she swallowed, but she relaxed immediately when she set her eyes on Killian. She opened the door fully, her light brown hair swinging down over her shoulders, and walked outside and towards them, wrapping Killian up in a warm hug. Killian returned the embrace one armed, his hand still wrapped firmly around Emma’s.

“Killian Jones. It’s been too long since you’ve come to see me,” the woman said in an accent that she couldn’t quite place. Nearly English, but not quite.

“Aye, I know, I’ve been a little busy. I’m sorry for that,” he said with a small smile as he pulled away. “I do have someone that I want you to meet, though. This is Emma Swan. Emma, Belle French.”

Emma wasn’t sure if his introduction with her alias was intentional or not, but she was grateful for it all the same. She reached out to shake Belle’s hand with a smile of her own.

“A pleasure to meet you, Emma,” the brunette returned and Emma replied in kind. “Come in and sit down. Tea for anyone?”

“That sounds wonderful, love, thank you,” Killian confirmed and they went inside the little house together. Belle heated the kettle on a little wood stove as she and Killian settled in the small living room, each in a plush armchair. Belle set up a tea tray and placed cups in front of each of them, pouring the water over tea bags and settling into her own place on the couch, her skirt flowing gracefully as she moved.

“So what brings you this way?” Belle asked, stirring her tea and adding a cube of sugar. Killian leaned forward and set his forearms on his knees, his fingers fiddling with his hook.

“I wish I could just say it was for a visit, love, but I’m afraid it’s business.” His tone was serious and every drop of color left Belle’s face. Emma sat more rigid at her change in expression, setting her own teacup back down on the coffee table.

“Weaver?” she asked on a shaky whisper and Emma was suddenly on very high alert. Killian reached forward and touched Belle’s hands where they had begun shaking around her teacup, removing the china from her grasp and setting it next to Emma’s.

“He hasn’t found you, love, nothing to worry about,” Hook told her firmly, grasping her hand once more. Belle let out a shaky breath, offering them both a tight, embarrassed smile and a brief chuckle. She nodded and rearranged herself on the couch, clearly trying to shake off some of her lingering nerves. Hook turned his attention to Emma, who had been watching the whole exchange with rapt attention. “Swan, do you remember the night we met, you were trying to take something from me, aye?” Emma felt her face heat again in embarrassment and fury. Her eyes darted to Belle, who didn’t look surprised at all and Emma didn’t know whether to be grateful for her lack of reaction or offended. She looked back to Killian and nodded. “And you had absolutely no idea what it was?”

“Not a single clue,” she replied, unwilling to divulge that she was associated with Gold once in any way in the presence of this woman who was clearly in hiding from him.

“It was a GPS device. It tracked a chip that used to reside with the lovely Miss French here,” Hook explained and Emma's head snapped back in the brunette’s direction. She was absentmindedly rubbing at a pink scar at the base of her wrist, and Emma assumed that was where the chip was.

“Why?” Emma asked, her heart breaking for the frightened woman. Her gaze turned back to Killian's again. “Why is he so desperate to find her again?”

“Belle was his wife,” Hook ground out the last word as if it tasted bad in his mouth. Emma's eyes widened in shock and Belle cleared her throat. Killian ducked his head, allowing her the opportunity to tell her own story.

“‘Wife’ is a bit of a strong word. My father owed him a debt. He took me as payment,” she said softly, picking at the blue cotton of her skirt as she made her admission. Emma felt rage on her behalf. How many women had he done this to?

“Belle,” Emma sat forward and spoke carefully, but her tone was serious enough to have Belle's eyes finally come up to meet hers again. “Has he taken any other wives before, since, or during your time with him? There are a lot of girls missing right now that are tied to him. I'm trying to help them.” Belle shook her head adamantly.

“It was just me. And Milah, before me,” she looked to Killian sympathetically. “Just us two. The girls he trades do usually owe him some kind of debt, though.”

Emma's breath completely evaporated from her lungs.

“The girls he trades?” she squeaked out and even Killian was sitting on the edge of his seat, eyes darkened in interest. It was clear this was all news to him as well.

“Well, yeah, the trafficking ring. Didn't you know?” Belle looked between the two of them, confused. Emma could only gape at her.

“No, lass, I'm afraid we didn't,” Hook murmured, his voice dark and dangerous. Belle’s cheeks colored and she began fiddling with her skirt again.

“If you want to save those girls, you're running out of time,” Belle said quietly with a sorrowful resignation.

“Belle, please,” Emma moved from her armchair to the couch and the other woman looked up at her, tears brimming in her eyes, “please, if you know anything, I really need your help. They really need your help, all these women that have been taken from their homes and families. Help me help them.”

Emma reached out and touched her arm gently, her eyes still shining with urgency. After a moment or two, Belle exhaled a shaky breath and nodded, giving Emma a soft half smile.

“Alright.”

The single word of assent was the biggest breakthrough Emma had gotten thus far, and none of it would have been remotely possible without Killian Jones. Whatever had set the two of them on their collision course towards one another, she would be eternally grateful.

The scent of jasmine crept up around her for the first time that day and Emma inhaled deeply, a smile spreading over her lips and she knew in that moment that justice was within her grasp. For Belle. For Milah. For all of them.

[forsakenoathkeeper]

Everything Stays

Let's go in the garden. You'll find something waiting right there where you left it, lying upside down. When you finally find it, you'll see how it's faded. The underside is lighter when you turn it around. Everything stays right where you left it. Everything stays; but, it still changes ever so slightly... daily and nightly... in little ways... when everything stays. [x]

When he woke that late afternoon, the vampire spent at least an hour laying still, just as he was when he had awoken, with his head resting a bit awkwardly on the pillow and the blanket half on his form and half-way falling off the edge of the bed. His tired eyes remained closed for the majority of that time, opening occasionally to stare blindly across the empty room - to the mahogany dresser and elegant night stand, amongst other pieces of furniture.

When he finally forced himself out of bed, he tugged the blanket back onto the top of the mattress before dragging his feet across the room. When his eyes fell upon the nearby desk, he paused and stood behind the pulled out chair. The desk had been untouched, with utensils still strung about the surface in a messy fashion. The clutter would have made it appear that someone just used it, if not for the faint layer of dust covering the surface.

It was precisely how the desk looked when you sat there. Usually, you cleaned up when you were done, organizing the mess of pencils and paper into the wood drawers beneath the desk. It had been left a mess; but, he was content with leaving it the way you had left it.

The pureblood stood in front of the armoire, fishing out a wrinkled, button-up shirt. He pulled his arms through the sleeves, not particularly enjoying the way the rough fabric scraped against his skin; yet, it was more appealing than enduring the chilling touch of the cold wind. After he made quick work of the buttons, pants came next. Though his lack of weight suggested he needed a belt, he didn’t bother. Socks were forgotten and he instead shoved his bare feet into the worn out shoes, careless of the discomfort that followed.

Settled, only adequately, with his outfit choice, the vampire trotted his way down the stairs. His heavy feet would have smacked loudly on the steps, if not for the aura of his vampirism, making his steps silent, as though he were a ghost floating across the room. Unconsciously, he wandered into the kitchen, not for hunger, but out of habit. It was only natural, after all, for the kitchen was the first place you headed in the early afternoons.

Some dirty plates were stacked up on the counter, right next to the sink. He recalled that you had left them there, intending to do the dishes at a later time. It was usually right after dinner that seemed to be your chosen time for such a task. Knowing you, there were likely leftovers in the fridge, probably what you intended to eat for lunch the next day, too. If he was hungry, he might have eaten them, just to spite you.

Then again, he could have simply hid them and insisted that he did eat them, only so that you would be forced to make something at his demand; the shriek that would escape you upon finding the leftovers never grew tiring to him. But, for now, the vampire decided to leave it alone. After chugging a small glass of water, he dragged himself back into the hall.

On long days, when there was little to do, it was not uncommon for the two of you to enjoy the study together. The mansion had a few; but, there was one in particular you liked the most. The large windows let the moonlight in and, if you rose early enough, illuminated the room in a vibrant glow as the sun set.

As soon as the pureblood stepped inside, his eyes caught the stacks of books you had left out. They were strewn about on the surface of an old mahogany coffee tabled, placed a few feet from the comfortable love seat and armchair. Each book had a colorful tab of paper sticking out, bookmarks you had set to keep your place. It was not uncommon for you to leave incomplete books out, so that you would remember to finish them. As such, it was only natural that he left the page keepers undisturbed.

All of them were literary pieces he had already completed. Some were his favorites, ones he had reread over and over again for entertainment, and because he enjoyed finding new things he had missed on previous reads. Latin was difficult for you; yet, somehow, you enjoyed the challenge. Though he marveled at your dedication, he kept, mostly silent about it. Yet, when you desired reading again, he was always there, less you ever became lost in a word beyond your comprehension.

For now, he lacked the desire to linger any longer. The pureblood wandered through the mansion, to the North side. The library on that end maybe have not had the best interior, but it did possess your favorite balcony. It was the largest, looping across a lengthy chunk of the wall and stretching fairly far outwards. A cushioned bench adorned the low set edge, that allowed one to easily sit and peer across the grounds.

He didn’t get the reasoning, why you insisted so much on it; but, for whatever reason it was, you had started a plant collection on his balcony. Bonsai and... succulents, he believed you called them... along with Venus fly traps and other bug eating things. Some bore flowers and others were simply bizarre in appearance.

Despite how little he cared for botanical things, he made sure they were well watered. At least they were, mostly, rather simple to care for. Perhaps it was his own fault you had grown interested in these things. One of the Latin pieces in the study was about plants. Their Latin names, while difficult to remember, came with such unique meaning. The care instructions made for great practice. That might have very well been what lead you to pursue such a bizarre hobby.

Once he ensured all the plants were of proper moisture, the vampire let his form sink against the railing, until his back slid and he sat on the edge. His body was limp, careless if he slid too far back. He could float or even hit the ground and suffer no injuries. It mattered not.

In that moment, his eyes scanned the grounds. His keen sight could easily pick up the far edges of the grounds, across the rose garden, through the cobblestone path that led to the gazebo, and even the grassy plains with the ancient oak tree. He could see into the forest and smell every tidbit of aroma that surrounded this place: every little plant and every being that dared venture into this place. As expected, it was peaceful and safe, just as it had been for such a very long time.

Despite how little he had done, the pureblood suddenly felt quite tired. His shoulders slouched and his eyelids trembled with his sudden unease. Though he could have taken the stairs like a normal person, he opted for the quicker way. The vampire stood up, climbed onto the edge, and stepped right off. His body gracefully glided to the cobblestone beneath and he landed, with little resistance, on his feet.

His tired form moved down the winding path, through the gardens to the massive oak tree that rested, undisturbed in the center of a grassy hill. It’s massive, thick branches stretched out above, with thick, brightly colored leaves coating the prickly ends. Shadows, darker than the veil of night that already set across the land, cast across the grass, shaking and trembling with the wind as it shook the branches above.

That was your favorite spot, beneath what was, perhaps, the oldest thing here: the oak tree. The vampire walked into the dark veil beneath the branches and plopped down in the grass. His back fell against the rough marble. The texture was mostly smooth, except for the engraving carved into it. Grass had grown over the once tilled ground and blades curled up over the bottom quarter of the headstone.

As he adjusted to the firmness of the stone, he thought of how it would never be as comfortable as you had been, though he had grown accustomed to it as time passed. Your scent had long since left this place; yet, reminders of you were present all over. Everything you touched remained just as you left it. This empty castle remained just as beautiful as it was when you walked within it; though, it had now become dull and gray in his eyes, nothing more than an empty catacomb.

Laying there, feeling the endless spin of time and trembles of the changing wind, he soon felt the rise of the sun. While its heat coated his form, light blazing across the horizon, he felt strangely content, like that warmth was as close as he would ever be to yours. After all this time, even he will stay... right where you left him.

[makeuptips10-blog]

The Best Beauty Secrets We’ve Heard from Victoria’s Secret Models

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The Best Beauty Secrets We’ve Heard from Victoria’s Secret Models

There have been more than 30 Victoria’s Secret angels in the brand’s 31-year history, meaning that fans have had more than three decades to learn the makeup tricks, skin-care secrets and hair tips that make the Victoria’s Secret angels look like, well, angels.

With the 2018 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show next month, we thought it would be fitting to look back on the best beauty secrets we’ve heard from Victoria’s Secret models over the years. From how to look more awake in the morning to the tried-and-true way to make pores look smaller, here’s what you need to know to look and feel like an angel, too.

Adriana Lima: Mix Avocado with Conditioner

For “shiny, shiny, shiny” hair, Lima mixes a mashed avocado with her conditioner and leaves it in her hair like a mask for 15 minutes. The trick, which she learned in her native Brazil, results in silk-smooth hair.

“You guys are going to think this is disgusting. People don’t understand. I tend to really take care of my hair, but it’s very dry, so I do hair masks,” Lima told InStyle. “You choose whatever is your favorite conditioner or hair mask, whatever, and then you take one avocado—I am not joking. You mash the avocado, you mix with whatever conditioner you have, you put it on your hair, and you put on a shower cap for like 15 minutes. When you wash it off, your hair is gonna be shiny, shiny, shiny!”

Photo: Frazer Harrison/Getty Images for Victoria’s Secret.

Behati Prinsloo: Rub an Ice Cube to De-Puff

To de-puff in the morning, Prinsloo takes an ice cube and rubs it across her face. She swears that the trick not only de-puffs her eyes, but also makes her look more awake and ready to take on the day.

“I’ll take an ice cube in the morning when I wake up and just run it across my face, and it really wakes you up and it makes your skin feel better, and it de-puffs,” she told Glamour South Africa.

Photo: Kevin Mazur/WireImage.

Candice Swanepoel: Use Oil to Sheer Concealer

Because her concealer can sometimes be too thick and full-coverage, Swanepoel first mixes it with a face oil to sheer it before dabbing it on her face with a damp Beautyblender. “It’s quite heavyweight stuff, so I do mix an oil or something moist to kind of smooth it out,” she told Vogue.

Photo: Michael Stewart/FilmMagic.

Elsa Hosk: Use Hairspray for Natural-Looking Brows

Instead of using a brow gel, which can clump hairs together, Hosk recommends spraying some hairspray on a brush and pushing the brows up for a more natural look. “I prefer hairspray [on my brows] over gel because hairspray doesn’t show,” Hosk told Allure. “The gel can also glue them together a little too much. I think it just looks more natural with hairspray.”

Photo: Pascal Le Segretain/Getty Images for Victoria’s Secret.

Jasmine Tookes: Use Vitamin E Pills as Moisturizer

For extra moisture at night, Tookes uses vitamin E pills. But instead of swallowing them, the model pops them open and spreads what’s inside on her face to moisturize it. “Vitamin E pills will help moisturize your skin. I pop them open and use them on my face at night when my skin feels really dry,” she told W magazine.

Photo: Thomas Concordia/FilmMagic.

Josephine Skriver: Put Blush Under Concealer

To look more awake in the morning, especially in the colorless winter, Skriver puts some peach-colored blush under her concealer. She swears that the trick gives her a natural-looking flush that might be missing after a restless night.

“For those early mornings when I’m extra tired, and there are dark circles under my eyes—since the sun rises later in winter—I always get rid of them by putting a little bit of peach cream blush directly under my concealer. It works wonders!” she told Vogue.

Photo: Michael Stewart/FilmMagic.

Lais Ribeiro: Use Papaya to Heal Acne and Scars

As a native Brazilian, Ribeiro was raised to use natural ingredients in her beauty routine. She swears by coconut water and avocado for hydrating the hair and skin. But she also swears that papaya can be used to heal scars and acne.

“There are so many natural ingredients that work miracles on your skin and hair. Drinking coconut water is hydrating for the skin, avocado is great for both hair and skin, and papaya can help scars and blemishes,” she told HelloGiggles.

Photo: Theo Wargo/Getty Images for Victoria’s Secret.

Lily Aldridge: Use Yogurt and Honey to Reduce Puffiness

To look more awake in the morning, Aldridge creates a fast DIY mask out of honey and Greek yogurt. She’s also known to make her own body scrub out of coffee grounds and coconut oil for smooth, soft skin.

“I love making a body scrub with ground-up coffee and coconut oil. It’s really good for circulation, and it smells delicious. I also do a DIY Greek-yogurt-and-honey mask that softens your skin and helps reduce puffy eyes,” she told Allure.

Photo: Pascal Le Segretain/Getty Images for Victoria’s Secret.

Martha Hunt: Use a Q-Tip to Blur Lip Liner and Brow Pencils

Because lip liners and brow pencils can sometimes look harsh, Hunt recommends using a Q-tip to blur the color for a more natural look. “I soften [my brow pencil] with my finger or a Q-tip,” Hunt told Into the Gloss. “I’ll also do the same thing with lip liner—in like a natural color—I will use the Lip Cheat Charlotte Tilbury ones. I think the trick is to soften the line with your finger or a Q-tip so it’s not such a hard line and it looks more like a natural lip shade.”

Photo: Frazer Harrison/Getty Images for Victoria’s Secret.

Romee Strijd: Condition Only the Ends of Your Hair

Strijd is a big believer in conditioning only the ends of your hair. This is because over-conditioning can sometimes flatten the hair and strip it of its volume.

“I love to use volumizing shampoo and use conditioner only at the ends because otherwise it makes your hair too flat,” she told Elle. “Then, I just blow-dry my hair and put it in a bun and let it down after an hour.”

Photo: Pascal Le Segretain/Getty Images for Victoria’s Secret.

Sara Sampaio: Wash Your Hair Before Bed to Prevent Acne

Though many warn against washing your hair every day, Sampaio believes it’s one of the reasons for her crystal-clear skin. In an interview with Elle, the model said she washed her hair every night before bed so her dirty and product-covered hair doesn’t touch her face and pillow and cause her to break out.

“I work almost every day and when I get home, I have a lot of products in my hair. The one thing that I hate is going to bed with my hair dirty with products because then it gets onto my skin and I start breaking out, so I tend to always take a shower at night before I go to bed,” Sampaio said.

If you don’t feel like showering every day, Sampaio also recommends spraying some dry shampoo on it and putting it up so it’s not touching your face in your sleep. “If you’re lazy, or you’re like, ‘I can do one more day without washing my hair,’ I’ll do a messy ponytail and use dry shampoo for texture,” she said. 

Photo: Thomas Concordia/FilmMagic.

Stella Maxwell: Use Sweet Potatoes and Chocolate as Natural SPF

For Maxwell, sun protection works from the inside-out, which is why she recommends eating foods such as dark chocolate, sweet potatoes and pomegranates, to protect from the sun. According to her, if you must use SPF, then be sure to use at least SPF 100.

“Eating right is a natural defense against the sun. Sweet potatoes, dark chocolate, pomegranates, leafy greens, almonds, and teas all help against the sun. Otherwise, 100 SPF will do,” she told W magazine.

Photo: Thomas Concordia/FilmMagic.

Taylor Hill: Heat Up Eyelash Curlers with a Blow-Dryer

For a longer-lasting curl, Hill recommends heating your eyelash curler with a blow-dryer. She advises fans to test it against their hand to make sure the curler isn’t too hot before going in to curl their eyelashes. “I’ve seen makeup artists heating up an eyelash curler with a blow-dryer. They test it on their hand to make sure it’s not too hot, and then they curl your lashes with it. It makes them stay up for a longer period of time,” she told Allure.

Photo: Timur Emek/FilmMagic.

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