Synopsis: You and Neymar are both hopelessly in love with one another. It’s a shame neither of you have the courage to confess your feelings to the other.
Genre: Romance/Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 8,181
Warnings: Mentions and implications of smut (not too described). Some light swear words. Mentions of abortion.
A/N: Woah, 8.1k+ words? I never expected to write this much for just one imagine! Well, you all can consider it as a treat for not posting much this month! 😘❤️ So, you all decide, part two yes or nah? 🤗💗 xoxo — jas
Neymar sat on his bed, soft fingers grasping his injured leg
and lifting the tender limb as his childhood best friend (Y/N) positioned a
plush pillow underneath his leg, before resting the bruised limb against the
pillow. Hazel-green orbs drooped, as he felt the ponderous weight of fatigue
lull him into a state of repose, his muscles and limbs aching from the harsh
foul an opponent committed against him during tonight’s match, which sent both
him and his offender tumbling to the dirtied pitch in a heap of tangled limbs.
Seconds after the fall, he felt a
sharp, piercing pain in his left ankle, as his opponent pushed himself from the
ground, with the helping hands of his teammate, but not before he stepped on Neymar, the cleats of his
boots digging into the delicate bone structure of the Brazilian’s left ankle.
The referee had blown his whistle
long before the opposition had deliberately
continued committing fouls against the home team. Although he blew his whistle
once again the moment he caught a glimpse of the intentional foul the visitors
had just committed. A second yellow card was given to the player, thus
resulting in an automatic red card, evoking several complaints and protests
from the visiting team. The referee awarded the home team with a free kick;
however, the match was unable to be resumed on the account of a home player
curled in a fetal position on the pitch, hands clutching around his throbbing
Author’s Note: This
is my one-shot entry for Lau’s [@dancingalone21] Summer Escape Challenge. I chose to write for the beautiful city of Rio de Janeiro. I worked incredibly hard on this so I hope y’all will like it.
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Synopsis: You’re a grad student studying aerospace medicine that’s transferred from Berkeley to Yale with the hope of getting recruited for NASA. Christopher Beck, taking a break from visiting the SpaceX Station, is your professor. What happens when your paths cross?
Stone meets earth as heavy sun rays beat down on the large, expansive campus. It goes unnoticed, students too busy jumping off their bikes as they bustle to classes, student groups posted on lawn space trying to recruit fresh new faces, students already over the semester lying lazily in grass, reviewing textbooks and schedules.
School season had started.
You were part of the crowd. But no longer were you a fresh faced undergrad. Those years had long passed. You were walking Yales campus as a second year grad student, transferred fresh from Berkeley pursuing your degree in a Master of Science. You were being watched by NASA, you had been informed by a professor when you decided to transfer over, and the best way to really stand out in their eyes was to go to a school that specialized in your field. You had spent the six years between your undergrad and grad school doing a small residency program and interning at NASA centers across the country and now you were ready to make that next jump before trying to snag a job. You were ready for this.
You walked slowly into the small lecture room, your close and longtime friends Mara and Hector beside you.
“I don’t believe you decided to switch over to Aerospace Medicine.” Hector says, easily finding a seat a couple of rows back from the front. You shrug as you slide in beside him, Mara taking a place on the other side of you.
“Agreed. You were all about engineering your whole time at Berkley. Lived for it.”
You dig in your bag for your notebook as they continue their battle.
“I mean, we appreciated your cute little pre-med second major. Enjoyed seeing you in class. But I thought you wanted to be more than a doctor on a space ship.” Hector remarks and you roll your eyes as you sit up, shaking your head.
“I know guys! But then I read this autobiography this past summer on this astronaut who served alongside Watney. The Mark Watney,” They groan, rolling their eyes but you ignore them and continue “And it helps to have more than one skill. I know machines. Know I can get better at mastering them but I know them. The math makes sense in my head. Bodies though…it’s fascinating the science that changes once you’re in space. I want to master that.”
Hector and Mara exchange glances at each other before Hector says,
“You are like, balls to the wall obsessed with Watney and his crew. An autobiography? That’s what you did this summer. Instead of sleep and party and do what you’re supposed to do at 28 years old. You really got to get a hobby. Or a boyfriend.”
You punch him as Mara laughs, throwing her head back.
“She needs to get laid.”
“Shut up!” you yell and she giggles loudly as the door to your classroom opens up. The classroom silences, minus Mara’s giggles and you nudge her as a tall man with brown hair walks in, a leather satchel in one hand and a thermos of coffee in another. He’s wearing dress pants and a thin dark blue sweater, the material hugging over his defined muscles. He places his items on his desk before walking to the white board, writing out Environmental Medicine on the board in messy, scrawled out letters. Your mouth drops open as he turns to the classroom, his plump lips tugging into a smile as he rubs his hands together.
“Who’s ready to learn about Environmental Medicine?”
The rest of the room groans, Hector and Mara included. This was one of the toughest courses in this field and the professor was also a killer grader. At least the sixty year old man who was supposed to teach this course.
Not Dr. Christopher Beck, the 35 year old astronaut who had completed three trips to SpaceX Station and six EVA trips.
Not the Doctor Beck that you were absolutely obsessed with and had admittedly read his two books on Biomedical and Environmental Science.
Mara catches on to the way you’re staying, still flabbergasted and she pokes you.
“Something up?” she asks in a mild whisper and your mouth is instantly finding its voice, speaking all too loud and clearly,
“What happened to Professor Grant? I thought he taught this course. He’s infamous for it.”
Chris finds your eyes easily, a playful smirk on his face.
“Decided to go on sabbatical in Ireland. But don’t worry, I’ll be equally if not more critical on the assignments I send out.”
This has the class mumbling as you lift an eyebrow, falling back in your seat and shaking your head.
“Of course you will. You’re a highly trained, intelligent astronaut that’s made six notorious trips into space, one of those serving with the infamous Mark Watney. Of course the university replaces the man who redesigned the Environmental Sciences with the one who was able to see those sciences come to life next to the world’s leading botanist and engineering. Of course, of course, of course..”
You don’t realize how loud your words are as you ramble, pinching your eyes together as you try to get your thoughts to focus. Trying not freak out. Trying to figure if you can get a course with anyone, anyone but him.
Not because you didn’t want to learn by him. But because of the deep, fangirly attraction that you’ve developed for him over your entire university life.
The words, however, hit every student and they start to gasp and Chris shakes his head, falling back on his desk with his arms crossed.
“Well, guess the cats out of the bag. Your classmate is right, I’m Dr. Chris Beck and I will be your Environmental Science teacher. No, I will not call Watney for your personal pleasure. No, I will not detail you every lecture with the details of my travels. I’m here to teach you one thing and one thing only. How the environmental shapes the human body. On earth, in space and in Mars. Now if you don’t have any other questions or comments,” he intentionally looks at you and you blush. “Shall we begin with today’s lecture?”
The rest of the hour is torture. You can’t focus, your brain distracted as Chris moves from one end of the classroom to the other. He was actually a good lecturer. He knew how to keep the room engaged as he droned on about molecular science, a topic that was as dull as plain oatmeal. Knew how to deliver jokes in between pertinent chunks of information. No, his teaching wasn’t the problem.
The sweater was an absolute sin. It moved against his body like it was part of his skin, and the defined contoured muscles underneath strained as his hands moved animatedly in the air. His bright, cerulean eyes popped with amusement as he delivered one line to another and you had to flit them away each time you found yourself staring at them too long. His hair had grown out a bit then the photo you had seen him in from his journey, and some ends curled in natural array.
He could be the best mistake that could ever happen to you in the world. And the thought made it that much more alluring.
You didn’t write a thing down either, your pen firmly gripped around your pen as you doodled mindlessly, biting your lip. Trying to will yourself to focus. This wasn’t like you. You didn’t get tripped up on men. You focused on school and work. You focused on your dream of working for NASA and going to space.
This was going to be a problem. Then, toward the end of the lecture you perked up. He was married. Everyone knew he married his fellow shipmate Johannsen. And they had a child together. Perfect. He had a perfect little family and there was no chance of your happily ever after with him.
You were able to finish the last part of the notes, promising to get the rest from Mara as he closed his argument. You hurriedly grabbed your things, stuffing them in your bag as you walked down the steps.
He had his back turned, placing his book and notes away before he glanced up, catching your eye.
“Didn’t catch your name.”
You turn, looking at Mara and Hector and he smiles as he points toward you.
“You know who you are. The one who unveiled my secret in front of the entire class. Bet that gets around by my afternoon lecture.”
“Ahhhhh, well I just you know, I just spend way too much free time reading SpaceX Station essays.” You try to brush it off as students file past you and Hector snorts as Mara says,
“More like 28 years of her life. This girl has read everything about that station, the astronauts who have visited, all your wo-“you elbow her in the chest before smiling at Chris who raises an amused eyebrow.
“We got a uuhhhhh, study session to make it to. Gotta go. Looking forward to your class Dr. Beck.”
You tug on Mara who’s laughing hard, Hector not too far behind.
“What the hell was that about?” Mara groans, rubbing her chest and Hector chuckles shaking his head.
“I think Y/N has a crush on our professor.”
“Shut it.” You grit through your teeth and Mara looks at you astonished.
“No way dude! Isn’t he married?”
“Yes! I don’t have a crush on him, just don’t want him knowing how I spend my goddamn free time okay. Let’s drop it and catch lunch.”
There silent before Mara whispers, a smile on her face.
“It’s literally 10 in the morning…”
“Whatever!” You huff, storming off without them. You had to get your shit together. For your sake.
This unconventional beauty aid will help guide you when applying eye liner and shadows, especially if you’re going for a more daring look such as the “cat eye”. It will also help you achieve an even and balanced look for both eyes.
2) Disguising Under Eye Bags~
Use highlighter in the actual crease of the bag. Then use a darker shade of foundation in the actual puffy area.
3) Eye Highlights~
The placement of highlights is very important when trying to create naturally beautiful eye makeup. Your lighter colors (whites, creams, and pearls) should be applied in the inner corners, the middle of the eye, and just under your brow bone. Apply your lightest colors first, and then move on to your darker shades.
4) How To Fix Clumpy Mascara~
Let’s face it, this happens to every tube of mascara over time. The problem is it dries out and then starts to form unattractive lumps. To help prevent this, don’t pump your mascara trying to get more on your wand; you’re basically pumping air into the tube causing it to dry out even faster.
Although mascara should be replaced every 3 to 4 months, I use to replace mine much sooner just because it dries out so fast and creates undesirable results. But, there’s an easy fix for that! Add a drop or two of Visine (or any brand of eye drops) into the tube, and then rub the wand around inside. The Visine softens the mascara liquid, making it apply as if it were a brand new tube!
5) Lipstick Ready~
Use a baby toothbrush to exfoliate your lips. To really get the job done, you can make a homemade lip exfoliate with sugar and coconut oil, or easier but not as effective, cover your lips in lip balm or petroleum jelly before scrubbing.
6) Make Eyes Appear Bigger~
If you don’t already own a white pencil, invest in one now just for this simple trick! Instead of lining your water line with dark eyeliner, use a white pencil to create the illusion of a bigger eye.
What is tightlining? It’s a way of applying your liner right in between your lashes. This is a great way to appear as though you’re not wearing any makeup at all, yet adding a little bit of color and definition to your eyes, and making the base of your lashes appear thicker.
8) Make Eyeshadows Pop~
Have you ever purchased a vibrant color of shadow that once applied appears rather dull? The key to making those colors pop is a white base. Use a white eyeliner and cover your entire lid before applying the color of your choice
9) The False Eyelash Look~
False lashes can be a pain, not to mention time consuming! Here are a few ways to get the look without the hassle:
1. After curling your lashes, apply a thin layer of powder before applying your mascara. I just sweep a small blending brush across my compact and apply it to the top and bottom of my eyelashes. I’ve also heard that some people use baby powder, although I think they both have virtually the same effect; creating a base that makes them appear much fuller.
2. Apply two coats of mascara to the bottom and TOP side of your lashes, but wait 3-5 minutes in between each coat, otherwise they tend to get clumpy (not cute).
3. When applying your mascara, you don’t want to just move your mascara wand from the base of your lashes up. Make sure you are moving the mascara wand back and forth while going up. The left and right motion will make sure every lash is covered entirely, all the way to the tip.
4. Almost done! Now, check your lashes for any gaps. Use the tip of your wand to apply another coat of mascara to individual lashes where they look sparse. Even better, use a fine tipped liquid eyeliner to fine tune and fill in any gaps.
10) Lash Curling Secret~
Get the most out of your lash curler by pinching at the very base of your lashes, and then lifting the curler up into an inverted position. This creates double the curl and lasts much longer!
11) Heat Your Lash Curler~
Hold a blow dryer up next to your lash curler for about 3-5 seconds. The heat works the same way as it does with your curling iron, giving you those flirty lashes that will last all day.
12) The Perfect Match~
This is the one thing that no matter how well it’s applied, if it’s the wrong color, it will look terrible! We all dread that our foundation will give us a ghost face or even worse, that dreaded orange jaw line. Because your neck isn’t exposed to the sun as much as your face, it is much better for matching your true color.
13) Secret Eye Lift~
Sweep a light pink matte pencil across the entire length of your brow bone to create the illusion of a higher arch, and then blend, blend, blend! It should not be detectable.
14) Proper Contouring~
When applied right, contouring can define your cheekbones and jaw line, reduce the look of a double chin, minimize a larger nose, and lift sagging eyes. It’s basically using makeup to highlight and accentuate your features. This is especially important for photos, as the camera tends to pick up shadows and highlights better than the naked eye.
There are actual contouring and highlighting powders made just for this, but you can also use a bronzer or powder that is a few shades darker than your skin, and a foundation that is a few shades lighter for highlighting. For the most part, your t-zone and under eye area is where you want to highlight, and the outer portion of your face, underneath your cheekbones, and your neck is where you want to define with a darker color. Keep in mind, blending is key for a natural look! This may take some practice at first.
15) The Line Saver~
I’m always checking my eye makeup in the case that my eyeliner isn’t in its original place. Certain eyeliners are more prone to this, especially those that aren’t water proof, but I don’t like using waterproof makeup because it’s so darn hard to get off! I always feel like I’m ripping my lashes off in the removal process. To keep your liner behaving, sweep loose or pressed powder right under the eye liner on your bottom lid. It creates somewhat of a barrier, preventing your eyeliner from traveling downward.
16) The Lip Cheat~
As it turns out, we weren’t all blessed with Angelina Jolie’s lush lips. Now, there are a few tricks to making them appear larger (a glossy lip being one), but for a more dramatic effect, don’t be afraid to line your lips just outside of your natural line. When I say just outside of your natural line, I mean slightly. You don’t want to look like a clown by over doing it!
17) Downward Strokes~
Although you want to wash your face and apply your moisturizer with upwards strokes to help lessen fine lines and a sagging face, the opposite is true for foundation and powder. Most of us have a little bit of hair on our face, and it tends to grow downwards. If you apply your makeup with upward strokes, it will cause your “peach fuzz” to stick strait up, making it more noticeable.
18) Instant Eye Lift~
This quick and easy illusion will give you an instant eye life. Draw an arch directly above your eyebrow with your favorite highlighter, and blend with your finger. This makes your arch look raised, making the whole eye area look like it has been lifted.
19) Clump-Free Lashes~
It may seem like a waste, but if you want clump-free lashes (so hard to achieve, right?!) , you have to wipe your mascara wand off on a tissue before each application. This way you can apply several coats seamlessly.
20) Blemish Secret~
Instead of using that bulky tube of concealer to cover your blemishes, rub a bit of it on an eyeliner brush for more precise control.
21) Make It Last~
Keep those lips kissable by sealing the deal. After your lipstick is applied, hold a tissue over your lips and apply powder over the tissue. This creates a matte look that lasts much longer.
22) The 3-D Lip Effect~
So simple and stunning! Use your finger to stamp a little bit of frosted blush or eye shadow to the center of your bottom and top lip.
23) When To Toss It Out~
As much money as we spend on our beauty products, it’s hard to let it go, but at some point your makeup becomes unhealthy for your skin and eyes. This is especially true for anything that gets applied around your eyes, so it’s important to give your makeup drawer a good clean out every once in a while.
The 1963 March on Washington was the first national display of the breadth of the Southern civil rights movement. It focused on the many manifestations of racial discrimination and gave clear and definable contours to the constraints imposed on African Americans… Here King also linked the codified racial discrimination of the Jim Crow South to the informal but equally pernicious de facto segregation of the urban North… Malcolm X considered it “ridiculous” that civil rights activists were traveling to the South to fight Jim Crow when the North “had enough rats and roaches to kill to keep all of the freedom fighters busy.”
From #BlackLivesMatter to Black Liberation, Keeanga Yamhatta Taylor
The predominance of romance in women’s literature is stunningly unrealistic. The assumption that most heroines would necessarily focus that much attention on their love lives is ridiculous, particularly in the modern world. Real women, even if they aren’t queens, have real problems: jobs to do; bills to pay; families to raise; domestic and sexual violence to worry about; sexism to combat; and sometimes racism, homophobia, and other forms of bigotry as well. When the average adult heroine pushes these real problems aside in favor of worrying about how to live happily ever after with her prince, I don’t find her admirable, nor do I find her a good role model. I am likewise offended when a heroine who is perfectly interesting on her own must be forced to couple up in order to hold the interest of a fantasy demographic. I love escapist literature, but the contours of escapism shouldn’t define the rules for every heroine out there. When potential editors ask me why my incredibly busy, stressed, and belabored queen can’t have a love life, something is wrong.
Warnings: swearing, suggestions of sexual activity
Summary: Chris and reader host an award show together (as requested by anonymous)
Y/N = your name and Y/L/N = your last name
This is your first time hosting an award show. Hell, your first time hosting anything on live TV. It’s all really exciting. You had to arrive an hour earlier than when the guests started arriving, so you could have everything done professionally. You’d be hosting alongside the one and only (may I say, very hunky) Chris Evans, so you’ll be getting everything. Basically a whole package.
You sat in the chair looking at yourself in the mirror facing you. There were 3 people pulling your hair into some sort of style. After they’d finished, another 2 people came and laid their makeup tools on the table in front of you. They quickly got to work and it felt like they were smothering layer upon layer of makeup on your face.
The final result, however, turned out to be amazingly perfect. You looked stunning, every curve of your body hugged by your beautiful red dress, and every contour defined on your face. It felt like there was a lot on your face - but that was because you didn’t tend to use this much makeup - however, there actually wasn’t. On closer inspection, you saw that there was only the thinnest layer of makeup covering your skin. It felt great.
You were taken out of the dressing room and into another room. There he sat, in a chair with a mirror facing him. Someone was busy fixing his short beard, and you stepped closer. He almost gasped when he saw you in the reflection of the mirror. “You look amazing, Y/N,” he said.
“I’m pretty sure you’ll have ladies drooling all over you when you’re finished, Chris,” you replied.
“I hope not, you won’t even be able to imagine how much this suit cost me,” he laughed.
“Well, what can I say…a well-tailored suit is to women what lingerie is to men. And lemme tell you, you’re looking pretty damn good.”
“Shut up,” he chuckled.
You sat down beside him and waited till the guy was finished with Chris’ beard. He whipped off the cloth that was placed on Chris’ chest to show the final result. He looked flawless, his tux was hugging his body and it revealed his muscular Dorito body shape. His shoes were polished to a fine shine and his hair was combed to the side.
“Wow. You look great.”
“Great? I sat in this chair for what seemed like forever and all I get is ‘great’?” He replied, smiling, whilst standing up.
“Stop being so full of yourself, Evans. Not everyone’s perfect.” You joked, walking to the door.
“I’m perfect, now?” He asked enthusiastically, catching up to you and snaking an arm around your waist. You huffed jokingly while you both walked down the hallway.
It was time for you to go onstage. Chris politely gestured for you to go first and you held your full-length dress by the knees as you made your way up the steps. An eruption of applause overwhelmed you both as you walked across the stage. There were cameras everywhere, and you were wired up with microphones. “Good evening, everyone. I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you started and waited for Chris to speak.
“And I’m Chris Evans, and we’re going to be your hosts for tonight,” he said with a smile.
“It’s been an unforgettable night for all of us. So congratulations to everyone that won an award tonight,” Chris said with a dazzling smile.
“And congratulations to everyone that was nominated for the awards, because everyone’s a winner.”
“We hope you thoroughly enjoyed tonight as much as we did.”
“If we don’t see you at the after party, have a good night!” You finished, and you and Chris walked off of stage.
The whole room was only luminated by the moving colored lights, so it was hard to concentrate on anything. It was getting hot and stuffy in there, because of the many bodies dancing together on the dance floor. The music was loud enough to make you feel vibrations in your toes. You’d downed a couple tequilas but you were conscious enough to make sense of your surroundings. A lot of celebrities were already past the point of just being drunk; it was hilarious. You only wish you could video it all. You were stumbling over people’s feet, trying to find somewhere to steady yourself.
You suddenly felt hands grabbing your hips from behind, and then they shouted ‘boo’ - as if to scare you. They slurred the word, so it sounded more like, “b-buh…booooooooooo.” You turned around to see what looked like an extremely drunken Chris, dancing around like a maniac. Wait - no, he was tap dancing. The man was actually tap dancing.
“Dance with me,” he once again slurred, but he said it more like a statement, and pulled you to him. He whipped you around so that your back was pressed against his front, and held you against his body. What he did next sent you into overdrive. He started grinding against you to the beat of the music, and he rolled his hips into yours, basically making you feel his cock against your ass.
You and Chris had been friends, but you had to admit that you sorta had a little crush on the guy. I mean, he’s hot as hell, and he’s the nicest person. No one can blame you. You moaned out loud at the contact, but it wasn’t loud enough to be heard by anyone. At least, you didn’t think so. “Y/N…You - you’re hot,” he said, his tone now perfectly normal. Well, this is confusing. He ground against you again, and you could feel his breath on your ear as he said, “I heard that sexy moan of yours; I think you’re enjoying this, don’t you?”
He’s not drunk. He never was. He was acting drunk. He’s a fucking actor, you idiot!
He spun you round again, turning you to face him. On his face, he wore a devilish smirk, and out of nowhere, he grabbed your ass. He closed his eyes, threw his head back a little, and bit his bottom lip. You’re both enjoying this, no fucking doubt about that.
You’re rebellious side took over your whole body, and because of the drinks you’d had earlier, you’d gained some 'drunken courage.’ You placed your hand on his crotch and applied little pressure. He bucked his hips forward against your hand, so to try and be a tease, you pulled your hand away. He was frustrated that you’d done that, frustrated to the point where he grabbed your hand and led you into a room upstairs of the, quite expensive looking, club.
The landscape chosen is not from the Midi of France, with the defined contours, its distinct shadows, where the slightest aspects stand out and draw attention to themselves. This is not a Greek landscape where, in a luminous transparency, the forms of things stand in sharp relief and make us believe in an identity of essence: petrified by the sun, they convince us of the fixity of paradigms. On the contrary, the revelatory landscape is an afternoon gradually growing dim, when, in the transition from day to night, forms acquire haloes and turn dark, gradually become indistinct. As the rising haze obliterates the ridges and the whole landscape begins to sink into penumbra, these forms, in becoming indistinguishable, call on us to beyond their temporary individuation and return to the undifferentiated fount of things. If such a painting is judged more profound because it ”goes beyond the surface of things,” as Qian Wenshi later says, it is because it paints the real in a phase where, no longer standing apart, it reveals the foundation of any stance apart. This kind of painting was also called “difficult” because to paint the indistinctness of the transition, it must give up the power of description and injunction possessed by signs. Instead of being taken over by things, it paints their effacement; instead of presenting them to the gaze, it turns them back to be reabsorbed.
François Jullien, “The Great Image Has No Form, or On the Nonobject through Painting”
There are many occasions where us girls (and guys), are required to get dressed up to the nines, but it’s daylight outside… Which leaves many of us thinking ‘what makeup do I go for?’
For instance, a Wedding! You’re a guest and you want to look your best, but you don’t feel comfortable slapping on your regular evening-makeup. You know you are going to be photographed so you need something glam just not OTT - but what?
OR, you are off out on a lunch date, where your face needs to look flawless, like it did in the dim lighting of the club where you first met your hot date last week, but only this time you can’t get away with the heavy contour & black smokey eyes!! Argh!!!
Fear not… I have you covered! Whether you have hooded eyes, mono-lids, almond shaped eyes or even round eyes, you can all sport style of eye makeup. You may just need to tweak the shades to suit your skin tone.
A soft smokey eye with glamorous lashes will give your face exactly what it needs to feel and look beautiful. Lashes for daytime might seem daunting at first, but I promise you they will look super! It’s all about the lashes!!! The key to making this look soft is to use lighter shades to create the smokey eye, drop the usual dark liquid eyeliner and opt to darken just the roots of your lashes with a dark Brown / Black powder or Kohl. Also, substitute the Black along the waterline for a Cream or White eyeliner - not only is this more flattering for daytime, it will also make your eyes appear bigger!
This WILL transform your regular evening eye-makeup into stunning daytime glam! Then, in the evening you can easily amp-it-up by simply darkening your waterline and adding a little liquid liner across your top lid!
I have added in links below to all the products used in this tutorial. I always try to grab a UK link as they often ship to the EU also. And then a worldwide link, usually US based, but most ship worldwide.
Strobing may be a major makeup trend at the moment, but that doesn’t mean we all can’t benefit from a little contouring here and there to give the face a little more shape and definition. I’ve tried hundreds of different contouring products, but these are the best contouring products such as creams, gels and powders that I have tried. Prefer a video? Watch “Best Contouring Products” on Youtube.
Top 5 Contouring Products: Tom Ford Shade & Illuminate Duo Intensity One, Kevyn Aucoin
Creamy Glow Sculpting Medium, Illamasqua Gel Sculpt Silhouette, Rimmel
ScandalEyes Eyeshadow Crayon 015 Trespassing Taupe, NYX Blush Taupe
A/N: I’m sorry I’ve been so laggy when it comes to updates, but schools got me going crazy! Also I decided to mix in some Agents of Shield because I just finished season two last night and I’m obsessed. Hope ya’ll enjoy this chapter!
“Grant?” The name fell off my lips, familiar and strange. “It can’t be” I shook my head, confused. Grant Ward was my brother’s friend. They were always around one another. Where you found one, the other was not far behind. But after Jessie was landed in the hospital I never heard from Grant. I stared at the man in front of me. He had scruff and looked like he had been through hell. I was tempted to hug him, but considering he broke into my apartment and I was holding a gun to his head I didn’t think it wise.
“I can explain.” He says slowly, carefully, each syllable drawn out as if to calm me down.
“Well you should do that, like now” I say, never lowering my gun. He raises his arms up in surrender.
“Can we take the guns out of the equation?” Grant asked, staring into my eyes. I looked away. I felt emotions punching me in the gut. Grant ward was SHIELD. He was probably my brother’s partner. Yet here he was in my apartment, dressed in black, trying to steal something from me.
“Depends, why did you break into my apartment?” I ask raising an eyebrow.
“Come on Y/N, you know me. I won’t hurt you. I would never hurt you”
“Everything about this situation tells me otherwise, so why don’t you just explain” Steve’s voice filled the room, darkening the mood. Grant’s eyes darted behind me. I had forgotten that Steve was here but suddenly I couldn’t be more happy he is. Steve moves from behind and grabs Grants arm and moves him into my living room. He sits Grant on the couch and Grant says nothing. My thoughts whir and race and drive me crazy. I start to think the worst.
“Y/N,” He begins, his voice seems so sincere, he seems so genuine, “I don’t even know where to begin.”
“From the start seems like a good place to begin.” I sound exasperated, frustrated. My whole world was shifting. My brother was a secret agent. My brother’s best friend was a secret agent. Both were part of the SHIELD when it fell. My brother was in a coma, dying. Grant was in my apartment.
“I met your brother through SHIELD” He tells me, putting his hands together, interlocking his fingers. I take a deep breath and hand the gun to Steve. I didn’t want to be the one with the finger on the trigger. I didn’t want to point the gun at the guy who was practically family to my brother, to me. “Garret, I don’t think you met, introduced us. He was my SO. We ended up being partners for a while until Garret decided it was better for me to work alone, do missions on my own. So we stayed friends but we didn’t see much of each other until a mission in London. We were looking for intel about a top secret weapon and we were both after it for SHIELD, except neither of us knew it.”
“What was the weapon?” I say, faster, sharper than I had intended.
“I don’t think i’m at liberty to discuss that” He clenches his jaw and looks over at Steve.
“Grant, you fucking broke into my apartment. Clearly you want something from me. So either answer my questions or get lost”
“Y/N, what happened to you? You used to be so kind and soft” He looked at me with judging eyes, confused at my change of nature.
“I went to war” I said, my voice harsh and mean, “then I came back and lost my brother. You do the math Grant. It’s not like you around anyways” I grimaced at my words as if they were strikes from lashes.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t-after”
“Save it” Steve’s face has a dark look. I leaned against him, grateful for his being here.
“There was a person with superpowers. We now know she was created by HYDRA. SHIELD wanted to take her from HYDRA, put her on an index. Get her on our side. Her location was a secret but we knew who had the info, so we went after the scientists. We took the flash drive and when we came back everyone wanted it. Jessie had it with him when the accident happened. No one knows where the coordinates are. I was hoping Jessie had them, or gave them to”
“I didn’t even know he was SHIELD until an hour ago. I don’t know anything” I must sound defeated because next thing I know I feel Steve take my hand in his. I look at him, his eyes on grant, trained on the target. His blonde hair was dark in the room, the contours of his face defined by the darkness in the room, yet there was still something kind about him.
“I think you should go” Steve voiced. I didn’t say anything, but I knew I didn’t want Grant here. He nodded his head. I closed my eyes and let out a breath, trying to expel all my confusion and anxiety. I squeezed Steve’s hand and he looked at me, a half smile on his face.
“Jessie never gave SHIELD the coordinates. Some thought he might have betrayed HYDRA.”Grant said, getting up from the couch. “I’m sorry”
“That’s a lie. My brother was a lot of things, traitor wasn’t one of them” I glare at grant and his eyes go dark. He shrugs.
“Who was your SO” Steve asked, his eyes narrowing on Grant.
“Garret” His words are careful, filled with worry. Steve’s eyes go wide in recognition.
“Your the traitor” Steve’s words a clear. I look at Grant and he scrunches his eyebrows.
“Who are you?” He asks.
“Steve Rogers” I answer. I can see the gears in his mind turn. I see his eyes dart to my vase and before I knew it he was wearing a smirk and throwing it down. He picks up a shard and pulls me toward him in a matter of seconds. The shard is against my throat.
“What the fuck Ward” I yell.
“Shut up” He says in my ear, his scruff scratching me.
“Let her go!” Steve commands, his blue eyes looking at me.
“Put the gun down and we can talk” I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Don’t listen to him Rogers” I say as Grant tightens his hold on my neck. I could feel warmth seeping down my neck. Steve puts the gun down on the floor. “Damn it Steve!”
“Now kick it away from you” Steve does as he’s told.
“Now think Y/N where would he leave the coordinates. Tell me has he given you anything that has something to do with that” Grant’s voice is no longer nice and kind, its rough and demanding. I don’t do well with demanding. I look around me, trying to look for a weapon.
“I don’t know. I can’t help you” I fight to get the words out.
“Don’t lie” He growls.
“Just let her go, she can’t help you” Steve’s voice is powerful, almost scary.
“Please Grant” I plead with the guy who I used to be friends with. Clearly that guy never existed.
“I’m sorry” He tells me and I wonder if he means it.; He probably doesn’t. He loosens his grip, just enough for me to escape. I elbow his stomach and grab his hand. I pull it back and knee him in the gut. He doubles over and Steve punches him so hard he knocks out.
“Are you okay?” He looks so concerned and worried. I nod my head. His eyes dart to my neck. “No your not. Come with me” He says. He grabs a wash cloth from my kitchen and wipes the blood away. My hands are shaking, I can feel myself go into shock. Grant betrayed my brother. My brother was dying because he wanted to protect a secret, a person. I needed to know what really happened. I was almost wished I could go back to before I knew all this.
“Steve, I can’t breath” I say, hyperventilating.
“You’re going to be okay. Just take a deep breath in and out. Slow your breathing down.” He takes one of my hands as his left lands on my cheek. I close my eyes and do as he says, knowing he was right. “It’s all going to be okay” His voice is comforting. I open my Y/E/C eyes to look at him. He gives me a smile.“We should get you to the hospital to get a look at the cu-” A gunshot interrupts him. His eyes go wide as he leans against me. I meet Grant’s dead eyes as he shoots once more. I push Steve and I down but It manages to hit my leg. Grants eyes go wide and he makes a run for it.
“Steve!” I say frantically. I turn him on his back. He looks up at me. “Stay with me okay. I’m going to call an ambulance. Just stay with me”
“I’ve been through worse” He smiles.
“But you’re still recovering Steve. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry” I can feel my anxiety deplete and become guilt. I should have noticed my brother was a secret agent and not a professor. I should have known that Grant was a traitor. I should have never brought Steve with me.
“It’s not your fault” He comforts me. I put my hands on his wounds in an attempt to stop his bleeding. I pull out my phone and make the 911 call. My heart was pounding as pain filled my very core and worry tore me down. Steve was bleeding out in front of me and I couldn’t do anything. I’ve never felt more helpless in my life. “Y/N” He says as black dots fill my vision. I almost forgot I was shot to. He must have hit an artery. “Y/N. Stay with me” Now it’s his turn to be frantic. After the day I had I didn’t exactly have any fight left in me.
Everything came flooding all at once. The voices in my room, the beeping of a machine, the pain in my leg, and the hand on mine. My eyes fluttered open. The memories came back slowly. Grant. SHIELD. Betrayal. Getting shot.
Crap, I got shot.
“She’s awake” Tony says, his voice full of joy. He rushes to my side. “Hey there kid”
“Hi” I say, looking around the room searching for Steve. “How’s Steve?” I ask.
“He’s okay, he’s in a different room” Bucky answers. I nod my head.
“Can I go see him?”
“Not until you’re better” Pepper chirps. I look over to my right, she was holding my hand. I nod my head. “You gave us quite a scare” She says with a sad laugh. Her free hand finds it’s way to my cheek, stroking it.
“Sorry about that” I say sheepishly.
“You should tell us what happened” Wanda moves closer to me, her pony tail swishing behind her. She sits at the foot of the bed.
“Grant Ward happened”
“You knew Grant Ward” Pepper’s eye brows scrunched together.
“Yeah he was friends, or I guess partners with my brother”
“He was HYDRA” She informs me, “Maria Hill told me” Pepper looks over to Tony who looked like he wanted to kill someone.
“I should have figured that part out after he shot us” I put the pieces together.
“Jessie was SHIELD?” Tony asks.
“So I was told. Hill told me she had a drug that could heal him, so I went home to pack. Grant had broken into my apartment looking for coordinates of this super hero person HYDRA agent whatever” My words are jumbled and I blame the pain drugs. Tony and Pepper look at each other, an unspoken message between them.
“Does that mean you’ll move in now?” Tony asks, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I laugh and nod my head.
“Good”He says. Wanda smiles at me and I return her smile.
“How’s my brother” I look over to Pepper, squeezing her hand.
“He’s stable.” She smiles. I let go of a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Suddenly someone knocks on my door. A blonde haired, blue eyed guy who made my heart stop and restart stood at the doorway.
“Steve!” I cry, happy to see him.
“How are you doing?” He walks over to me, looking pained.
“You should be in bed” Bucky warns him.
“I had to see my best girl” he says looking at me. I look down at the sheets covering my legs as pink dusted my probably pale complexion.
“I’m your best girl?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Well I wouldn’t get shot for just anyone” He jokes. I role my eyes as I feel everyone look at us. He takes a seat on my bed and takes my hand.
“You really need to stop getting shot at” I say and he laughs. Out eyes meet and a smile grows on my face. I felt safe with him, happy even.
“I’m glad you’re okay. I was worried that-” he begins, a new seriousness finding him.
“Takes a lot more than a bullet to stop me” I look at him and he smiles. I begin to feel tired and I yawn.
“We should let her rest, She doesn’t have super fast healing skills” Pepper teases. She gives me a kiss on my forehead and walks out, making everyone but Steve leave. Wanda gives my hand a squeeze before leaving. Steve takes the chair next to me.
“You staying?” I ask, “I probably won’t be much fun unconscious” I joke.
“Probably not, but if you don’t mind, I don’t really want to be alone” He admits and I nod. I reach and take his hand.
“Okay” my voice is soft as sleep takes me away.
“Wake Up!” I hear Steve call. I sit up in my bed my eyes wide and full of fear.
“Steve?” I look over at him and he melts when he see’s my expression. He envelops me in his arms as tears leave my face. “It felt so real. It felt so real”. I bury my head in his shoulder, scared beyond belief, just like every other night.
“You’re okay” He tightens his hold on me and i hold on tighter to him as images fill my head. “It was just a dream”
“But it felt so real. I felt it all” I cry into his shoulder.
“You’re safe now” He coo’s. I hold on to him. I cry because I’m scared. I cry because my brother has been lying to me for who knows how long. I cry because I’ve never felt more lost and confused. Yet in Steve’s arms I feel better, safer, at ease. Visions of an octopus with a skull head dominate my mind. The feeling of needles and scalpels tearing me apart make every nerve on edge. I couldn’t make sense of it all.
“Can you just stay like this with me” I say, embarrassed.
“I wasn’t planning on leaving”
“Thank you. I just-”
“You don’t need to explain anything. Just sleep okay” I rest my head on his chest. I feel his breath slow down but sleep wasn’t in the cards for me.
One thing was for sure. I’ve never remembered much of my nightmares, but know I remember. I remember bits and pieces and something tells me it’s not a nightmare, but a memory.
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THE TIP-OFF: KEVYN AUCOIN’S TIMELESS BEAUTY ADVICE
Seven quotes from the legendary makeup artist.
If you know your beauty history, then you know Kevyn Aucoin. The famed makeup artist was not only loved by celebrities, models, and editors for his incredible talent, but he was also kind enough to share his knowledge with the masses through his beauty books—including his now-iconic contouring tutorial. Enter: The Contour Book, The Art of Sculpting + Defining. New from his namesake makeup line, this set gives you the product and the how-to in one kit. In celebration of its launch, we’ve collected some of Aucoin’s best bits of beauty wisdom. KELLEY HOFFMAN
“Light colors highlight and make things come forward. Dark colors shade and make areas recede.”
“The key is for people to notice your eyes, not the eye makeup.”
“The eyebrows are the most important feature of the face…all emotion states are conveyed by the eyebrows.”
“Today I see beauty everywhere I go, in every face I see, in every single soul, and sometimes even in myself.”
“If you want to look your best, be creative, try some new ideas, and have fun doing it.”
“Glamour is not self-conscious; it’s not trying really hard. It’s just expressing your own truth. I think that’s what the essence of glamour really is—expressing your uniqueness.”
“Beauty might bring happiness, but happiness brings beauty.”
You walk out of the cupboard in a bit of a daze, you’re lips
still fuzzy from Pietro’s kiss and you’re body still burning where his lips and
hands had touched you. You stumble over to the sofa’s trying to reorient
yourself to the groups’ conversation as your drink is handed back to you. It
takes you a second to realise they’re laughing at you and Pietro and that you’ve
accidentally sat next to him.
“Well you certainly kicked the game of with a bang, you
crazy kids.” Tony jokes and picks up the bag of names for the next players.
“Oh I do love a good bang.” You wink at him, laughing with
the group to hide how uncomfortably hot you were feeling.
Title: First Dates Aren’t Always Bad Fandom: Haikyuu!! Pairings: SugaHina Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Sugawara Koushi Rating: Teen Warnings: None Summary/Prompt: Rarepair Week Day 3: Date - Hinata is on his first date with Sugawara-san. He’s never been so nervous in his life. Notes: None
Hinata could do this. He knew he could. It was just a date with Suga-san. There was nothing for him to worry about. What could possibly go wrong on a date with his kind, loving upperclassman?
If anyone asked him, he’d simply stare at them with wide, terrified eyes and slowly say, “Everything.”