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Summer Heads Into Autumn! Usefulness of SPF and Bug Repellent Persists

Forever summer vibes! After a wonderful summer full of sun, outdoor events and water activities, it’s hard to believe it’s already pre-fall! Summer Heads Into Autumn! Usefulness of SPF and Bug Repellant Persists!As the sunny days become cooler and less bright, and summer activities comes to a close, it’s easy to slack on the SPF and anti-bug situation, right? Summer Heads Into Autumn! Usefulness…

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LITTLE WAYS TO LIVE HEALTHIER IN 2025

INCREASE YOUR N.E.A.T. Neat stands for non exercise activity thermogenesis. So, basically any daily activities we do when not exercising or sleeping. It's important for you to have a high N.E.A.T because it can be the difference between having a sedentary lifestyle or being moderately active. 

Ways to increase NEAT is to do more heavier chores everyday (vacuuming, mopping, dusting), taking the longer routes when walking, stand for 10 minutes each hour, pace back and forth while calling someone, march while you’re brushing your teeth, etc. 

DRINK HERBAL TEAS. Herbal teas can help you in a variety of areas of life, and are a great substitute for other processed beverages. 

ADD SUNLIGHT IN YOUR MORNING. Exposing yourself to sunlight early in the day helps with resetting the circadian rhythm, which in return helps for waking up easier and going to sleep easier. 

EAT WITHOUT DISTRACTIONS. You’ll savour your food so much more and it’ll be easier to tell when you’re satisfied. 

CREATE A PLAYLIST FOR WHEN YOU WIND DOWN. Once you get into the habit of listening to this playlist, it’ll become like a trigger to your body that it’s time to sleep because listening to that playlist  should be followed by settling into bed. 

 REGULARLY GO TO YOUR GP. Especially if you’re feeling a bit out of it. It is always better to make those regular visits and catch something before it becomes out of hand. 

STOP WAKING UP SO EARLY. I don’t know who needs to hear this, but waking up at 5am is unnecessary if not required. While I do believe that waking up earlier does have benefits, that extra hour of sleep probably has more. 

IF YOU’RE STRUGGLING, TAKE IT SLOWER. In this day and age, we don’t have time to process a lot of things. Everything is so fast paced, that if we fall behind, we tend to feel less than. 

Especially if you’re someone who can’t keep pace with the crowd due to disabilities or mental health. Take things at your own pace, and do what you can will yourself to do. 

GET SPIRITUAL. Lots of studies show that people who commit themselves to their beliefs are a lot happier in life than those who don’t. This doesn’t mean that you have to commit to a religion yet, but I would explore your spirituality side and see what  resonates with you. 

WEAR YOUR SPF. Skin cancer is no joke, and our earth is only getting hotter. Protect yourself, including your body! 

SURROUND YOURSELF WITH GOOD PEOPLE. People who radiate love and are always looking for the goodness around them, that rubs off on you and in return you’ll develop similar traits. Being with them will stimulate growth in all aspects of your life. 

I'm not telling anyone to ‘fix’ anyone, but it means a lot to other people if you can be that person in their life. It's a very rewarding and fulfilling lifestyle.  

TAKE MAKEUP BREAKS REGULARLY. Give your skin a break from products, and ideally take a week off each month to spend it makeup free. You’re saving time and your skin. 

ADD IN FRUITS, HERBS OR LEMON IN YOUR WATER. This will help with extra hydration and improve digestion. 

PRIORITISE FIBRE. As much as protein is good for you, fibre has just as much importance but it's not as heavily prioritised. Ideally, half of your meal should be fibres. However, that can be a hard change for some people, so start with having it on the side. 

It's great if you can incorporate ‘hidden’ fibre into your meals as well!

CURATE YOUR SPACE TO SUIT YOU. Add in little notes of reminders or quotes, place around photos or awards of your achievements, remove anything that impacts you negatively. You want the area that you’re in 24/7 to support that growth, not stifle it. 

Keep your area clean and decluttered as well. Try to minimise the amount of stuff that you have. You only need one of each thing, two is one too many. Having too much clutter affects the clarity of your mind.

it is numbered oddly because of the way I pasted this from google docs to tumblr. apologies!

[skzfairyyydreamz]

hi!! Ik this isnt very cheerful for ur early request😭 but if u r doing headcannons can i request straykids w an s/o whoes insecure maybe about like acne?? 🫶

Bf!Skz when s/o is insecure about acne❣️

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Bf!Skz x gn!reader

A/n: Sorry for the wait with this one my love i’ve been a bit busy but i hope you enjoy! Feedback, replies, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! To anyone who may be struggling with acne, skin issues/disorders etc know that your beauty grows from the inside. so don’t ever let something temporary define you. You are so loved. Thank you for being here. Sending big hugs to all who need it right now. 🫂❤️ ~Fae 🧚🏽‍♀️ (M.Lists)

(dm’s requests and taglist are open!!)

© Skzfairyyydreamz - Plagiarism is a crime. Do not repost, alter, translate or copy without my consent.

Chan

Channie is Definitely the “i know you better than you know yourself” kind of Bf so he notices everything about you. Especially when you aren’t happy with yourself.

Physically not being able to sit back and watch you look at yourself in the mirror with disgust; he walks over to you and pulls you away from the mirror.

“Stop that” “stop what?” you immediately respond trying to walk past him avoiding eye contact as if your mind wasn’t racing a mile a minute with negative thoughts about yourself.

quickly pulling you into a tight embrace “C’mere you know you can’t hide from me my love” he says in a soft whisper as he began pressing kisses to your head and the side of your face. You then realize there was no escaping this conversation.

“You are so, SO beautiful and you literally have no idea.” You hug him back burying your face into his chest as your eyes start to water still refusing to look him in the eyes. “but i don’t feel beautiful channie… my skin looks so nasty right now” “it doesn’t matter honey, it’s temporary. Acne comes and goes, its natural bc you’re a human. You’re MY human and a little breakout isn’t going to change the way that i love you or the amazing person that you are. so don’t let it change the way you feel about yourself.”

After a few moments of silence Finally lifting your head up to look at him properly for the first time that morning, you see a smirking chan as he takes his thumb wiping away your tears “oh if only you could see yourself through my eyes darling… ”

Lee Know

is also SUPER quick to notice when you’re judging yourself.

i definitely see Lee know being an aggressive lover so off the rip he is not having it if his s/o is feeling ugly and unhappy with themselves.

Will definitely force you to do self love affirmations.

Standing in the mirror together as he hugs you from behind “Chin up .. now repeat after me…”

on the days you really struggle he is patient but very firm with you bc he is such a loverboy and will NOT accept ANYONE speaking down on the love of his life , not even yourself.

“Go on jagi … say it. We’re not moving until you love yourself!”

Changbin

Soft binnie ofc is very understanding and will also reassure you.

will let you rant and complain about how you feel listening carefully without interrupting.

Will definitely kiss all your breakouts and blemishes.

“Dont worry baby give it 2 weeks tops you wont even remember it was here.”

constantly reminds you how beautiful you look at random times during the day.

“Acne is temporary but my love is forever” he aggressively covers your face in kisses as you fall into a fit of giggles.

Yes .. very cheesy in his true cute binnie fashion lols

Hyunjin

will spoil you ROTTEN to the core.

the very second you complain about the smallest breakout he’s already on the phone booking you facials and skin treatments at a luxury spa.

You come home from work to see a huge gift basket on the kitchen counter overflowing with expensive skincare products. Facial cleansers, serums, toners, oils, spf’s, moisturizers, you name it, its in there.

“Jinnie .. baby what is all this??” “if my honey wants clear skin, then thats what you’ll get” “i swear i don’t deserve you” you say with teary eyes

“wait wait dont cry yet i have something else for you” “HUH??” in confusion and disbelief you watch hyunjin run off and return with a canvas. He turns it around and its a painting of you with the most beautiful flowers blooming from your face in the exact same spots you began to breakout a few days prior.

Han

Another aggressive lover.

you start pouting to him about your skin and it somehow turns into a mini lecture.

“Jagi your acne is flaring up again bc you’ve been too stressed out. how may times do i have to ask you to leave that fuck ass job and just let me take care of you!? “But ji-” “And you stress eating all this junk food isn’t helping either!”

he’s definitely holding you accountable for eating cleaner and making sure you drink enough water throughout the day

And if you fail to do so he is definitely on your ass about it! 😂

Felix

Lix is very comforting when you come to him in actual tears the day before a red carpet fashion event you two were attending together. “lix i cant go like this, look at my fucking face??” “Hun it’s really not as bad as you think, i promise.” “it is lix! i dont know how to cover this up” you began to cry again “would you feel better if i called Maya to come give you a professional full glam for tomorrow?” he reassures you hugging you tight and rubbing your back while already reaching for his phone to text his makeup artist.

But he also disciplines you about talking bad about yourself.

He has this rule where you can only make one negative comment about yourself a day. And every time you break that rule he throws one of your beloved pocket mirrors away (you had a LOT and he knew that)

“ Ew why do i-” “ EH?!? what was that!?” he glared at you with a raised eyebrow. “Gimmie me!” “But lix wait- we’re in public i need to know how my skin looks!” “idc hand it over.. you look beautiful and since you cant be nice to yourself now you’ll just have to take my word for it.” he cut you off with his hand out.

accepting your defeat you sigh loudly closing the compact mirror putting it in his hand and pouting as he got up with a smirk walking away to throw your 5th mirror this week in the trash

Seungmin

much like seungmin you are very strong and independent, you keep your “burdens” to yourself trying not to complain too much or trouble anyone with your issues. Especially if you are insecure about them.

but minnie knows when you’re struggling.

he knows you get a bit agitated when you dont feel your best and thats when you begin to distance yourself a bit more.

His love language being acts of service he would do small things for like make you natural homemade remedies like his mom used to do for him anytime your skin would flare up real bad.

after getting out of the shower still pouty from a long grumpy day, “here” he hands you a spray bottle. “ What’s this min? ”

“Aloe vera face mask” he says simply giving you a kiss on the forehead and walking away not wanting to make you feel bad for bringing up something he knows you’re insecure about.

i.n

whenever you’re breaking out jeongin does everything he possibly can to keep his lover happy.

he will definitely help you create a WHOLE NEW skincare routine.

he’s working overtime researching different products and the ingredients that would work best with your skin type.

even tho you are not happy about your acne he thoroughly enjoys your new way of spending quality time together.

“you know you don’t have to make this an US thing, right? Your skin already looks great” “how about you mind your little business and pass me the toner” you try to hold back a laugh as your sassy boyfriend stared you down through the mirror of your shared bathroom.

buying and trying a ton of new skincare products together.

rating which ones you liked best and which ones didn’t work at all for you.

he will even book you an appointment to see a dermatologist if you need to and ofc he’s gonna be going with you!

Taglist: @hanniemylovelyquokka @milknhoneyracha @tinyelfperson @jiisungllvr @turtledove824 @laylasbunbunny

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Swimsuits & Sangria | dob

Word Count: 8.7k Rating: M Summary: All it takes is the hot summer sun and some boozy fruit to turn good friends into a little something more. | Also on Ao3! Warnings: friends to lovers, drunk flirting, mutual pining, SMUT (oral, fingering [F receiving], masturbation, praise kink, orgasm denial, unprotected sex) ⋅ ⋅  ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ 

You knew you loved Dylan when you were sitting at his poolside minibar, all sunglasses and swimsuits, watching him place a tiny umbrella in your drink. It was a Saturday, sometime past four and the heat beating from the sun had you sticky with a combination of SPF and sweat. Guests wouldn’t be arriving for at least another 45 minutes, but Dylan invited you to come early. You’d shown up two hours ago to make your sangria recipe as he requested. It took no longer than fifteen minutes to cut up the apples and citrus, then combine them with sugar and alcohol in a pitcher. It was placed in the fridge, ready to drink, at 3:09 and the party didn’t even begin until 5:30. Knowing your friends, that meant 6:15.

Dylan isn’t an idiot, he must’ve known he invited you far too early, but you didn’t want to feed into your own delusion. You’d met eight months ago in an ill-lit dive bar on trivia night in an unintended merging of yours and Tyler’s friend groups. Your team had managed to claw your way to third place by the end of the tournament, despite you shoo-ing Tyler’s phone away when he tried Googling answers. Dylan sat across from you on the innermost part of the booth, your friend Jade to your right. Two vodka lemonades in and you were struggling not to try to get a better look at his face. Despite the tug you felt to do so, you were terrified to really look at him, terrified that the tips of your ears would get red and your cover would be blown. You pulled the claw out of your hair and let it settle around your shoulders. You didn’t think it would be more than a silly drunk crush, primed by Deep Eddy and the fact you hadn’t gotten laid in weeks. Drunk enough to feel a tug in your abdomen when you watched his hands as he shuffled a deck of cards and dispersed them among you, but not dumb enough to try to do something about it.

The only difference now is that you could look at Dylan without feeling like you were going to fall over. Barely. Pregaming the party certainly wasn’t necessary, your sangria was boozy enough, but taste testing a new cocktail recipe devolved into three and now you’re both giggly and droopy-eyed under the California sun. 

“I think the last one was the best,” he sets the glass down on the counter and pushes it in your direction. You pull the straw to your lips and take a sip.

“Hm.” Another sip. “I don’t know. The amaretto really goes off in this.”

“No, no,” he tuts, reaching for the last glass you shared. “You need a reminder.” He swaps the glass of drink three with drink two in front of you, then takes a swig and makes a face. Maybe amaretto just isn’t the liqueur for him. 

“There’s, like, nothing in this, Dylan.”

“That’s definitely a taste-worth’s amount of liquid.” You look at him in disbelief. “Look, if you’re not gonna drink it I’m gonna go ahead and lick the glass clean. You have five seconds.”

“Shut up.” You take the glass and tilt it over your mouth, with no more than seven drops dripping onto your tongue. 

“So? Definitely better.” He grabs the cup from your hand and replaces it with the drink he dislikes. 

“Definitely good, but I made it so that’s not really news.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. You’re making it for me again soon.” He’s leaning on the bar counter in front of you on his forearms, eyeing the empty glass and seemingly genuinely debating if he should lick it clean.

“Maybe if you ask politely, Dylan.” You stir your drink with the straw before taking a big sip. 

“Sorry, baby.” He grabs your hand and leans closer to your face. “Could you, please, make me that delicious drink again sometime?”

“I could send you the recipe.” You take pleasure in the way his face twists to your response. You can’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses.

He squeezes your hand. “No, it’s not the same. I’ll make it worth your while.”

You laugh out loud and push his glasses up to sit behind his hairline. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Whatever you want it to mean.” He takes the glass in front of you and pulls his glasses back onto his face. “Ugh,” he says after taking a drink. “We gotta end on a better note than this. I’m making a tequila sunrise.” He passes the drink back to you.

“You’re gonna let me finish this on my own?”

“Yeah.” He grins, all straight teeth and wide lips, as he pats your arm before leaning down to get a bottle of Espolon from under the counter. 

“Dick,” you grumble as you pick up your drink and stand from the barstool. There was a set of four lounge chairs on the right side of the pool and you settle on the nearest one. On your phone, you connect to the Bluetooth speakers set up behind the bar where Dylan stood. The sound of your phone unexpectedly pairing to the speaker spooks him and you hear the ice tray fall onto the counter.

“You okay over there, butterfingers?” You take your glasses off and look in his direction.

“Yeah. Play something good, will ya?” He throws a broken piece of ice at you and misses. You put Microwave’s Much Love on shuffle, the sound of crunchy guitar blasting from the wall behind him. 

Dylan walks to the chairs, two drinks in hand. You are nearly done with your drink, but happily put it aside to accept a new one. 

“Are you trying to loosen me up right now?” You cock your eyebrow at him when he sits down. “I’m gonna be a whole drink ahead of you by the time I’m done with this.” You keep your eyes steady on his face while you drink. There’s so much grenadine you can’t even taste the tequila. 

“You make it sound like it’s easy.” His voice is even and his lips settle into their neutral position. You wish he would take his sunglasses off. 

“It’s hard? I don’t know about that.”

“Maybe boozing you up isn’t the preferred gameplan,” Dylan says flatly. He lets the words settle between you for a beat. “Let me finish your other drink.” He holds his hand out and you pass him the glass. 

“Thank you.”

You sit in silence together, soaking in the sun and occasionally humming along to the music. There’s no point in dissecting whatever the hell that was, not when Jade had already texted that her, Jenny, Marcus, and Tyler were en route. But… had he done it on purpose? Just a taste, less than a taste, but more than enough to pique the part of your psyche devoted to some of your most private fantasies. Your skin felt hot, but not because of the ninety degree dry heat or the sun, far lower in the sky than when you arrived, but of the perceived intentions of the man to your right. Your sunglasses are back on, but its thin frames don’t hide your side-eye look-over of him. It’s like he was expecting it, the way he immediately turns to look at you, head tilted. You surrender and shift your torso to face him head-on, too tipsy to feel embarrassed about getting caught peeking. Maybe it was delusional, but the tightness in your lower abdomen was as real as the straw dangling from his lips. Your reflection is small in the impenetrable black of his Ray-Bans and you allow yourself to dwell on the idea that he was enjoying a far greedier look at your body than yours at his.

“Were you going to say something?” His words interrupt your train of thought, which had gone entirely off the rails as you struggled to separate your thoughts into what was and was not appropriate to say aloud. He was right, you had turned to him so confidently, but with nothing else for him to work with.

“Can a girl just have a look?”

That seemed to catch him off guard, eyebrows high and mouth ticked into a loose smile. “Are you objectifying me right now?”

You let out a noise of dismissal and grab your cup from the small glass table between you. “You love it. From the right people.” The end of your sentence is punctuated by the sound of air sucking through your straw as you finish your drink.

“You think you’re ‘the right people’?” Dylan licks his lips and finally pulls his glasses up to the crown of his head. His taunt only makes your core beat harder, body entirely uncaring of what was real and was in your imagination. If he was setting up a game, you happily play along–and win.

“I’m pretty certain, Dyl.” You shift your body again to sit up and place your feet flat on the ground. “If it were up to me, I’d be the right person.” You gather the three empty glasses from the table and get up to bring them inside.

You don’t hear him stand to follow, but you see his reflection not too far behind yours in the sliding glass door. You can’t tell if you expected him to follow you back in or if you just hoped for it. Either way, you couldn’t help but be struck with a vision as you step into his home and the kitchen island comes into view: Your chest pressed flush to the cold granite, breasts spilling out of the tiny bikini top you embarrassingly wore just for him today. One foot on the floor while your balance is supported by your knee on a stool, spread and gasping underneath the pressure of his big palms on your hips and his cock slipping in and out through the side of your swim bottoms. You attempt to get to the dishwasher without stumbling, mind hazy from the drinks and the intrusive daydreams. Dylan’s long strides bring him to the counter at the same time as you, reaching around your hip to hold you steady. His other hand opens the dishwasher and pulls out the top tray. You work together to arrange the glasses among existing dishware, awkwardly clinking against one another in an uncoordinated symphony. Despite having an approximately equal number of drinks, he was composing himself much more than you thought you even were capable of right now. Was it risk it all territory? You were unsure. LA traffic was atrocious, but not bad enough you were willing to attempt to make your wish come true. There was no way you’d be able to sneak to the bathroom, even if your little hole was already pulsing and sensitive, clenching around nothing at the sensation of his fingers resting on your side. You could do it fast, you feel like you’re about to blow, but you’re haunted by the fear he’d know. Your eyes might give you away, or maybe the way you talked to him. Even with hands freshly washed, he might smell it, might be so curious as to ask what got you so worked up while you were here, alone together. What level of desperation caused you to slip away just to get off on your own. Fuck, honestly you might even want it. 

He shuts the dishwasher door, hand remaining on your hip. “Thank you for helping.”

You don’t respond to his words, focused on the light pink color spread across his cheeks and nose. “Sunburn?” You ghost your thumb over the area. He raises his eyebrows. You press down on the area, thumb a few centimeters below his eye and fingers framing the side of his face. His hair is thick, but soft against your fingertips. His skin turns from white back to pink as the blood rushes back into the region. “That hurt?”

“No.” The shade of pink deepens slightly. Not a sunburn. 

You stand there playing a game of chicken with one another, trying to read the situation as if his palms weren’t sliding up your waist and you hadn’t removed your hand from his face. You refused to be the one who did it, especially after today. 

The sound of the doorbell causes your hand to fall from his face, but he is unmoved. Dylan presses his lips together as he looks at you, then past you toward the direction of the door. 

“Be good and get the sangria out, okay, angel?” His hands release your sides and he gently shakes your chin before brushing past you to greet your friends. You let out a breath when he’s out the room, dnomi from his proximity to your face. Your task is simple and you get to it. Six small glasses are fished from the cabinet to the left of the fridge and you get the ice tray from the freezer. Two cubes go in each glass and you refill the tray before placing it back in the freezer. You hear everyone before you see them, Jen excitedly chattering about a date last night while Tyler laments about the drive up. Once the six glasses are full, you’re greeted by a hug from Jade as the crowd enters the kitchen. Dylan wordlessly takes the half-empty pitcher from the counter in front of you, unnecessarily reaching around you for it. You savor the moment where his hand rests on your skin, warm and firm against your stomach.

 You and Jade stay behind as the group moves through the room to the backyard, shuffled rock music blasting from the speaker connected to your phone. Once the room is empty, you turn to her in disbelief. “Today was weird. Like, good weird, but weird.”

“I saw… That man did not need to get so close to you to get that pitcher,” she laughs.

“He said… I don’t know, interesting things? Like, now-I’m-horny types of interesting. I don’t know, Jade, I literally–”

“I’ve been telling you! He wants it so bad and you…” She gestures to your swimsuit, “...look so fucking hot. I’m personally struggling with not motorboating you right now.”

You laugh and hope that you’re not both too delusional to read the situation. “Ah, well… We should go, they definitely think we’re talking shit.”

“We’re not?” She giggles and picks up both of your drinks. “Alright…”

The sun slowly sets as you lounge and watch your friends play 2v2 pool volleyball. Dylan and Jade are on one team, Tyler and Jenny on the other. Marcus is sitting to your left, scrolling through Twitter and occasionally tilting the phone in your direction to show you memes. Tyler and Jenny were winning, namely as a result of Dylan’s uncoordination. It was nearly a shut-out, with Marcus eventually playing ref and calling the game once it got ridiculous. 

Dylan is soaked, cold water dripping from his hair onto your chest as he leans over your shoulder post-game. Goosebumps appear on your skin from the sensation.

“Can I help you?” You turn your head to face him.

“Can you make me that drink? A consolation prize? Pretty please.” His right hand is on your neck, thumb rubbing up and down the bones of your spine.

“What do I get if I do?” You stand and he removes his hand from your neck. He follows you to the bar, roles reversed as he sits on the stool and you stand behind the counter.

“What do you want?”

You line up the drink components on the counter and grab two empty glasses that had previously held your sangria. “I think you’re smart enough to figure it out, babe.”

“Honey…” He’s tapping his fingers on the table. The drink comes together quickly and you push a cup in his direction. He’s looking at you contemplatively and you lean on your elbows, pushing your face closer to his. He’s coated in the yellow glow of the sunset, light peeking from behind his hair like a halo. His brown features are enhanced by the warm light, your stomach doing flips as you try not to stare. You’re close enough to smell the sunscreen on his face. “Play volleyball with me and we can discuss.”

You roll your eyes, disappointed in his response. “You’re kinda ass at volleyball, Dylan. I don’t like being on the losing team.”

“I promise you’ll win, angel.”

You raise your eyebrows in amusement. “You promise?”

“With me?” You pretend not to catch the way his eyes move between your face and your breasts for a moment. “Yeah.”

You lose against Tyler and Jade, as expected. However, with the few successful spikes you were able to pull off, Dylan exhibited terrible sportsmanship. He gloated, picking you up and parading you, cheering in celebration around your half of the pool. You weren’t afraid that he would drop you, but happily took the opportunity to cling to his shoulders and press your breasts to the side of his face as he lifted you up and out of the water. It wasn’t winning, not yet, but you were lying if his grip on your thighs didn’t feel delicious.

Marcus starts up the grill while Jen begins to chop kebab vegetables on the bar counter. Tyler and Jade vacate the pool to help with the meal while you and Dylan remain. You sit closely on the steps on the far side of the pool, sunglasses on even as the sun disappears behind the horizon.

“Should we help out?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. 

Dylan shrugs. “I’m providing the grill, the venue, and the propane. I don’t feel too bad about waiting a sec before stepping in.” His hand rests on your inner knee.

“Can’t say those things apply to me, Dyl.”

He smiles. “But you’re keeping me company. Counts for something.”

“When you’re already deeply indebted to me…” You place your hand on his forearm.

“There was no way in hell we were winning that game, baby, you gotta know that.” You purse your lips and he continues. “But you don’t want payment now, do you?” His hand moves further up your thigh and he moves his face closer to yours. “Not with all our friends here, right, angel?” You narrow your eyes at him. You’ve reached an impasse, heart and pussy pounding in sync with one another. His free hand cups your face and you can see all of your friends distracted on the other end of the yard in your periphery.

“Dylan,” you breathe. His hand moves further up your thigh, thumb rubbing circles into your upper inner thigh, mere centimeters from your sensitive center.

“You can be patient, can’t you?” His cheek is pressed to yours. You can’t tell if you're imagining the kisses scattered down your cheek. “You’ve been so good all day for me, yeah?”

You nod limply, but pinch his forearm lightly before dragging his hand from your thigh to the edge of your swim bottoms. 

“That’s not being patient.” His tone is firm, but the tips of his fingers dip into the fabric. “We could have avoided this entirely if you just said something, baby.” You glance back at the group, still enjoying their time and minding their business. “Would’ve called it all off if I knew…” You shift your hips so he has easier access to your core. His fingers find their home between your folds, exposing the extent of your pent-up arousal. You let out a soft sigh at his touch and he pulls his face from yours to look you in the eye. Dylan continues, rubbing up and down the entirety of your cunt slowly. “Have you been like this all afternoon, angel? Thinking about when you get to go home and fuck yourself?”

“Please,” you whimper, gripping his arm.

“Do you think of me? I haven’t been able to get you out of my head for months. And now… Now when everyone is here, you’re so desperate for me. It’s torture, baby. Do you want our friends to see? To watch you fall apart beneath me?” 

You shake your head, unable to form a coherent sentence. He moves his hand from your swim bottoms and places it back on your thigh. 

“Then be patient. You’re my good girl, yeah? I know you can do it.” Dyaln presses a chaste kiss to your lips and stands from the pool. He chats with Marcus as he heads the grill, then collects empty glasses to bring inside. Your head is spinning as you get up and make your way to the bathroom, being sure to detour your route to brush past him a little too closely.

It’s a mostly bare room, walls hosting a couple of pieces of Mets memorabilia and not much else. Your reflection looks far less wild than you feel internally, the warm lightbulb making you look a little jaundiced. Your heart is pumping faster than it has since you met Dylan and you steady yourself on the counter. Desperately, one hand snakes into your bottoms and you’re hit with a rush of sensitivity. A few targeted rubs cause your orgasm to wash over you like a dam break. Your fingers stutter when it hits, body falling over on itself while your lonely pussy clenches around nothing. Your bottom lip is between your teeth, muffling any cries that manage to escape. Dylan’s fingers and voice were nearly enough as is, but the reality of fucking him was dawning on you. It was mere hours away, but the idea of adding them to your 8-month pining streak wasn’t favorable. A sigh of frustration leaves your mouth as you stand there, looking in the mirror and pressing your thighs together. You piss and clean yourself up before making your way back outside. It couldn’t have been more than seven minutes since you stepped in the bathroom, but when you lock eyes with Dylan, you know you’re fucked. He raises his eyebrows at you like you’re both in on a joke. You avert his gaze, embarrassed of how quickly he clocked you, and sit to chat with Jade.

“Hey, so… What’s your plan for the rest of the night?”

“Subtle.” She gives you a knowing glance. “Jen’s got work in the morning and Marcus and Tyler are going to a concert tonight. So… we’ll probably head out not too late after dinner. Got plans? More pool canoodling?”

“Fuck off.” You clear your throat. “Well, yeah. Actually. I think.”

She grins at you. “I’m tellin’ ya, your tits look–”

“Food’s ready!” Tyler calls from the grill, clicking the tongs together.

You gather around where the plate of kebabs sat on the bar counter, across the circle from Dylan. Over dinner you learn they’re seeing A Day to Remember tonight, followed by an apology for needing to dip so soon.

“No problem, man,” Dylan assures, but he’s looking at you when he says it. 

Once full, everyone helps by collecting plates and glasses and stacking them near the dishwasher. Marcus loads the dishes in while you, Jen, and Jade change into dry undergarments and fresh clothes. Tyler lost, found, and lost his keys again within the span of three minutes, causing everyone to search tables and between couch cushions. Dylan’s antsy, grumbling about how Tyler’s shit memory is the weed’s fault, until Jenny finds them. Once his keys are in-hand, your friends gather their things and file up at the door to leave. Maybe it was because you were experiencing the same anticipation, but Dylan seemed to rush the group out, saying something about getting to the concert in time to get merch without ridiculously long lines. 

You go to the kitchen, leftover alcohol-soaked fruit calling your name from the empty sangria pitcher. You hear everyone bid their farewells one at a time as you fish a fork from the drawer near the sink. The citrus was cut a little too thin for your liking, courtesy of Dylan’s knife skills, and slipped off the tip of the fork each time you tried impaling it. It’s fine, the apple chunks absorb wine best anyway. You are on chunk three by the time you hear the door shut.

Once the door is locked, Dylan makes his way into the room and points in your direction.

“You,” he says, walking towards you.

“Me.” You poke into a piece of apple and wave the fork in his direction. He doesn’t look like he’s in the mood for your shenanigans, but you poke the fruit between his lips anyway. His face doesn’t move and he grabs your wrist to tilt it away from his face. You accept your defeat and pop the apple chunk into your mouth instead. No need to waste it. 

“What did I say about being patient?” His hands rest comfortably on your hips and he pulls you close. You don’t know what you were expecting, maybe some more back and forth, but it certainly wasn’t getting straight to the point.

“I’ve been patient, Dylan.” You put the fork down and place your hands on his biceps. Your eyes are wide as you look up at him, hoping to charm him into fucking you now.

“Mmm… I don’t know.” He starts to press kisses to your neck. “You were in the bathroom for a while…”

Your face flushes with blood. “It was like, five minutes. Dylan… please.” You avoid verbally confirming his suspicions of what you were doing in that time. 

“You don’t need to hide from me.” He bites down hard enough to leave a mark, then licks the sting away. “But that’s not fair, is it?”

“Dylan.”

He pulls back from your neck to look at you, brown eyes dark under the soft lamp light. “Do you want to cum tonight?” It catches you by surprise, wide eyed watching him closely. “I said, that’s not fair, is it?” You blink, nod, then furiously shake your head. “Let me hear it.”

“No, it’s not fair. I’m sorry.” It takes everything not to squeeze your thighs together for some relief.

“Haven’t even had a taste yet and you’re helping yourself. I thought you were going to be good for me.”

“I am, Dylan, I promise.” Your hand moves from his arm to the nape of his neck, pulling at the short hairs that reside there. The game continues, and you can’t tell if you’re winning or losing right now. 

His lips press messily on yours. One of his hands travels from your torso to cup your core outside of your shorts. “You gonna keep touching yourself, baby? Or are you gonna let me handle it?”

“I’m gonna let–” your breath catches when he applies hard pressure over your center. “You, please.” You’re fighting the urge to pass out, breaths shallow and labored. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted, all along? You could’ve told me, angel; I would’ve done it for you.” He’s reaching under your shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your stomach as his fingers find one of your nipples. “You think I’ll live up to your imagination? Tell me, baby, how hard do you think I can make you cum?” You let out a strangled groan, senses overwhelmed by his hands and voice. “Wish I thought of getting you hot and half-naked in my yard sooner. Didn’t know that’d be what did it.”

“At the risk of getting another lecture on patience, could you politely get on with it?”

He removes his hand from your cunt to hold your jaw. His lips are in a sweet pout. “Honey… you’ve got a lot to learn.” You’re unmoving, unsure of what he has planned. “Tell me what you were thinking about.” All the blood in your body feels like it’s rushing between your face and your pussy, back and forth as the words fall from his lips. His eyes are unrelenting, holding your gaze like a deer caught in a snare.

“Well…” you let out a shaky breath. Your hands spread to the kitchen island behind you as you speak, “Us, right here.” Dylan’s still stoic, seemingly unaffected by your confession. The game was just getting fun, even if your mind was screaming to tap out, go home, figure out another way. You can hear your heartbeat conducting through the bones in your head and feel it pumping all the way to your fingertips. You’re trying to focus on the man whose face is mere inches from yours, the way he’s touching you, but the thick, heavy pump in your chest overwhelms your senses.

“Go on.” His hand moves from your jaw to your collarbone. “I know that’s not all.”

You’re trying to hide the tremble in your arms as you lean back against the edge of the countertop. “I guess…” You slowly turn 180 degrees, palms flat against the granite and his hot chest flush to your back. His hands remain on your body as you move and travel down your back. They land exactly where you’d envisioned they would. “Something kind of like this.” You raise yourself on your toes, pushing your ass into his crotch and leaning your elbows on the counter for support. 

“Kind of?” One hand moves up your back underneath your shirt while the other fiddles with the elastic on your shorts. 

“Less clothes, maybe?”

He laughs for the first time since your friends left. “I think I got that part.” His hands move again, this time settling on your outer upper thighs, gripping the area where your legs meet your torso. You don’t know what else to say. He is toying with you, seeing how much humiliation you can bear before begging for some relief. “Feeling shy? That all you wanna tell me?” You gulp and nod. Hopefully it’s enough. His left arm wraps around your torso to lift you to press tight against his chest. His right hand is still firmly on your pelvis, pulling you to rest on his semi. “You don’t need these, do you?” Dylan’s right hand moves to your front, fingers just barely dipping past your waistband.

“No.” It comes out far shakier than you intended.

“Take them off, then.” He releases you from his grip and you’re left supporting your own weight. Your arms and legs feel frail, like they should snap at any moment. You can sense his frame looming behind you, just far enough that you’re unable to touch him. Your clammy fingers wrap around your waistband and gently slide the shorts over the curve of your ass and down your legs. They fall to the floor with a gentle swish. After all the dreaming, three quarters of a year’s worth of thoughts kept between you and your bedside drawer, you feel unsure of what to do next. The anxieties of fumbling your course of action disappear as you hear Dylan drop to his knees and use a firm hand to spread you apart. You’re trying to steady your breathing, or at least reduce the noise you’re making, as he pulls your underwear to the side. “Hm.” Hm? “You put these on, like, half an hour ago. Already pr’soaked through.” Your head falls into your hands.

“Dylan.”

“Yeah, angel?” His fingers are gentle in their prodding, spreading your arousal to the outer edges of your cunt. “You’re real pretty.” He glides his wet thumb once over your clit, causing you to twitch into him.

“Please.”

“Please what?” He taps your leg and pulls a stool from your left. You’re fucking kidding. You appreciate the extra support as you lift your knee to the plush seat. With the new angle, he’s able to fully spread you with two fingers.

“I–anything, Dylan, please just touch me.” He blows air over your sensitive core and as much as you try to restrain yourself, your body betrays you. Your hole pulsates at the stimulus, as minor as it was. He circles your entrance with his thumb like he’s trying to calm the area, hysterically clenching and grasping, begging for his fingers. 

“I know, it’s not fair.” He pulls your underwear back to its proper place and pulls your leg down to stand. This is retribution. The game is sick, you’ve come to learn.

He stands up and turns you around, fingers holding your hips beneath your waistband. Your hands are pressed to his stomach. “You’re evil.” He smiles at that, proud of his ability to get you so distraught with nothing more than a few words and fingers.

“You don’t mean that.” He moves a hand to cradle your face. 

You nod. “I do mean it.” For all your begging to God to make this moment happen, you still need to beg Dylan to give it to you. 

“I keep my promises, baby.” He helps you sit up on the counter and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna win.” He kisses you deep and slow, strong hands shifting your hips to hang off the edge of the granite. One of your arms is locked around his neck holding you flush to him. Your right hand ghosts the waistband of his swim trunks before pulling the drawstring out of its knot. He grunts when your hand brushes his clothed cock as you pull the shorts down his legs. He pulls your hands from his body and holds them on the countertop behind you, pressing himself into your core as he licks the inside of your teeth. Your ankles lock behind his back and press him further into you. You groan into each other's mouths as you rock against each other. He’s calculated in his thrusts, snapping his hips right as your cunt rocks over him. The friction against your sensitive little nub pulls the strings in your abdomen tight, soon to snap. You attempt to break free from his grasp to no avail. Your movements stutter as every swipe feels like it’s shooting electricity up your spine.

“Ah, please, harder. Please!” Your legs tremble as your orgasm begins to overcome you. Dylan steps back from your body abruptly, the force of his movement unclasping your ankles and leaving them without support. Your hands are still held flat on the counter, keeping you from touching him. His eyes are dark, lips swollen and open from his labored breathing. You’re frustrated, shaking and reeling from your almost-completion. “What the f–!”

“Don’t move.” He pulls his hands from yours. He moves your thighs to spread you open for him again. He palms your cunt over your underwear, pressing firmly as you squirm beneath him. “You think I’m gonna make this easy on you?” 

“Clearly not,” you huff. 

“You haven’t made it easy on me either, angel.”

“Is this some sort of sick revenge for you?” You regret your rebuttal as soon as he stops the circling of his palm.

“You love it. Swear to God…” He pulls your underwear aside again, reviewing his work. You are glistening everywhere, cunt clenching and dripping for him. “Just need the right person.” He places the underwear back where it belongs. “Are you feeling tired, angel? Spent all afternoon lounging in the sun and now here I am, taking care of you, and you’re still unhappy?” He caresses your face, but keeps his hard dick away from your core. “Tell me, baby, do you really think I’m evil?”

“No.” You’re overwhelmed, and maybe he is evil, but you have one goal in mind. “I want you to fuck me,” you say bluntly. 

He chuckles. “You only had to say so.”

He pulls you off the counter and tugs you to his bedroom with him, leaving your discarded shorts on the kitchen floor. He’s not so coy here, open mouth on yours and hands tugging to remove your shirt. You assumed it’d be more of a marathon than a sprint with Dylan, but he had you completely naked, lying on the bed within two minutes. He was a gentleman, of course, stripping himself of his underwear to match your level of vulnerability. You try to keep your focus on his face, but his red-hot cock pressing into your thigh is understandably making it difficult.

“You’re gonna tell me what you like, okay angel?” He slips a finger between your folds, collecting your wetness and rubbing your clit vertically like he was in the pool. You nod. “How’s that?”

“Mm… it’s good.”

“Just good?”

“A little to the right maybe? My right?” He shifts slightly, finding the spot you use to make yourself cum. You cover your mouth with your hand as he uses the tip of his finger to gently brush over the area, sending shockwaves through your body. You were already so sensitive from your denied orgasm, you had no clue what you were capable of handling.

“Better.” It’s not a question, but you nod anyway. He continues, kissing up your neck and telling you to relax. “Remember, I got you. I’m gonna make you feel good, okay? I’m here to make you feel good.”

“Ah..!” You twitch away from his hand from the hypersensitivity. “Uh-huh. You got me.”

His finger moves from your clit to your pulsing little hole, circling it and spreading your wetness slowly. It wasn’t going to make you cum on its own, but it still felt divine. “Can I taste?”

“Please,” you beg. 

“So needy for me.” He bites your breast on his way down. “My needy baby. How long have you been dreamin’ about me, angel?” He’s kissing your inner thigh, waiting for a response to his question.

You’re honest. “Forever. Since I met you.” The words rush out with your breath, uneven. You sit up and look at him, big brown eyes and pink lips mere inches from where you wanted him.

“Forever,” he mumbles into your skin. “You did a good job keeping it to yourself for the first few months.”

“I’m glad I don’t anymore.”

“And why’s that?” He’s smiling up at you, far too goofy for being between your aching legs. 

“Ugh. I take it back.” You groan and lie back down on the bed. 

“Okay, okay…” He taps your clit with his thumb. “You still gotta tell me what you like, okay?”

“Okay.” You reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair as he swipes his broad, flat tongue over your cunt. You can’t help the noise that comes out of your mouth, nor the clench of your pussy that he certainly felt against his tongue. He circles your clit, saliva mixing with your own arousal and creating wet noises that are sure to reappear in the fantasies that result from this encounter. You scratch his scalp lightly. “I think vertical is a little better.” He grunts and changes his technique. You squirm at the feeling of his hot, wet tongue pressing onto you, eating like it was his first meal in months. His left arm is wrapped around your leg, hand resting on your lower stomach pulling you to his face. You’re unable to move under his grip, every twitch or flail impeded by his strength. His tongue travels further down to your hole, slipping in and out of it as excruciating intervals. It feels good on its own, but great when coupled with the way his nose brushes against your clit with every pump. “That’s good. That’s so good,” you gasp. Your forearm is clamped between your teeth, muffling your cries. 

“You’re close?” The vibration of his words against your cunt cause you to twitch into his mouth. 

“Uh-huh.”

“I can feel it.” You tug on his hair, encouraging him to allow you to finish. The way his tongue licks up your pussy, pushing and rubbing firmly against your clit, elicits a choked moan. Again, he pulls back suddenly. You thrash your hips in frustration, letting go of his hair to grip the sheets beneath you. Before you’re able to complain, he presses his wet lips to yours. His tongue tastes like you, tangy and familiar. He settles between your legs, pressing his cock between your folds. Dylan rocks across you, never moving from your lips. The only noises in the room are the wet ones coming from your two points of connection. To regain some semblance of control, you snake your hand down between you to grab his cock. It’s already well lubricated from the way it was nestled in your cunt. He bites down on your lip when you grasp him, losing control for a moment and fucking into your tight fist. Your hand twists around him so your fingers are pressing into the most sensitive part of his cock and your knuckles brush against your core. He’s gasping and biting at your neck as you pump him, clearly wound up after your afternoon of back-and-forth. He’s not distracted for long, as the sweet symphony of your cries tip him off to exactly what you’re doing. “That definitely counts as touching yourself, angel,” he says while pulling your hand away from where your bodies meet. You’re frustrated, body brought so close and kept so far from your release for what felt like hours.

“Can you blame me?” Your breathing is heavy; your eyes are looking into his for an ounce of mercy. He only holds your gaze for a moment before sitting back on his knees and scanning your body, saving its image for his own lonely nights. 

“No,” he says, caressing your thigh. “Definitely not. Roll over.” You do, making the decision not to press your hips into the bed for a twinge of relief. Dylan is being needlessly cruel, but the end has to be near. You can be good; you can do it for him, give him what he likes. You never thought you’d see this side of him, domineering, competent, and so incredibly sexy. It was almost worth the eight months of fumbling and awkward quasi-flirting–given that he actually lets you finish. The game was fun, but you both knew the feeling of clenching around him with stars behind your eyelids was infinitely better. He sighs as he pulls your hips up off the bed, finally ready to play fair. Gently, he pulls your legs apart. His fingers are no longer exploratory; his purpose is explicit as he swipes his thumb against your clit at a casual pace. His middle finger circles your hole so lightly it feels like a tickle. “This okay?” He presses onto your entrance, but doesn’t push in. “Jus’ wanna see…”

“Yes,” you say, voice muffled by the sheets pressing against your face. 

“Wanna know what you feel like,” he continues, talking to nobody but himself. His middle finger slides in easily. “Jesus.” Your body is ecstatic to finally have something to tremble around. “Why y’been keeping this from me, baby?” He pumps slowly, rotating his wrist to push down on your g-spot. His thumb still rubs across your clit in an almost excruciating manner. You’re lubricated and loose enough to allow him to put his index finger into the mix, your cunt grasping and twitching around him. 

“I could say the same thing,” you sigh. Your arms are outstretched to hold onto the mattress for support as you move your hips to softly fuck onto his fingers. He’s motionless, fingers curled and allowing you to use him for your pleasure. It’s good, it’s building, but it doesn’t fill you right. “Dylan?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not gonna let me cum on your fingers, are you?”

“Absolutely not.” His thumb picks up speed on your clit, continuing to play with you, to challenge you. Your breath hitches, sheets between your teeth. 

“Please, Dylan, I think I’ve learned my lesson.” You clench around his fingers, hoping to entice him for just long enough to want to know how his cock would feel inside of you. A soft groan escapes his throat. You’re warm and soft and wet, perfect and ready for his pretty pink dick. “I need you to fill me up. Please, I can’t–“ You’re interrupted by your own pleasure, shooting it’s way up your body as he presses into your g-spot and taps your clit in unison. 

“You need me that bad? Been waiting for so long, haven’t you?” He purrs and removes his hands from your center. Despite the shakiness in your thighs and the beat of your cunt, relief washes over you. 

“Please. So bad.” Dylan pushes your lifted hips back down onto the bed and lies overtop of you.

“Okay,” he says while tucking your stray hair behind your ear. He’s looking at you–really looking at you for the first time since your friends left. You wish you knew what his eyes were searching for. He’s the same Dylan he’s always been, but it’s different. His tousled hair was your doing, as were his kiss-bitten lips and the haziness behind his eyes. You soak it all in on the off-chance this is a fluke, that you’ll never find yourself here again. He rubs the underside of your thigh as you hook your ankles over his back. “Are you ready?” His tone is softer than it’s been in nearly an hour. 

“Yes.” He aligns himself with your entrance and gently presses into you. 

“Ah, relax…” He braces himself on one hand, placed to the left of your head. His other hand grips your side. He continues to inch himself into you, eyes watching your face to gauge your comfort. You’re gripping his shoulders, trying not to dig your nails into his skin. “It’s okay, relax, I got you.” 

“Okay, okay,” you whisper as he bottoms out inside of you. He grunts, pressing in as much as he can and holding it, pubic mound pressing to your clit. He partially pulls out, then pushes himself back in. Air escapes through your teeth as you cling harder to him, no longer giving a damn if you mark him or not. He fills you just like you hoped he would: to the brim until it stung with pleasure.

“Fuck.” Dylan finds a comfortable pace to allow you to get used to him, mumbling expletives and replacing his faded bite mark on your neck. “So wet for me.” You use the leverage from your locked ankles to meet his thrust midway, pushing him even deeper into your core. You squeak with every scrape against your g-spot, bottom lip clamped firmly between your teeth. His hips quicken their pace as his lips press to yours. You feel a shift behind your head, then Dylan pulls back. “Up,” he says, tapping your hip. He slides a pillow, silk case and all, underneath your ass to provide him with better access. He pushes your leg up so your knee is near your head and holds it there as he begins to roll into you. His head pokes into your g-spot at the same cadence of the skin of his lower stomach scraping against your sensitive clit. Your pussy clings to him each time he pulls out; its only purpose is to milk him dry. The adam’s apple in his throat bobs as he watches himself disappear within you. “Jesus Christ, how are you still so tight?” It rushes out of him in one breath. You tug him back down, needing to feel his chest on yours as he brings you, finally, to your completion. Every thrust feels like it’s stretching the rubber band in your stomach further and further, its elasticity painfully endless. 

“Ah, yeah, like that.” You can feel your cunt gripping him, pulling at him as he hammers into you. “Don’t stop, please, Dylan, please,” you cry, holding on for dear life as his thrusts begin to shake the bed.

“I know, I know,” he coos. “Me too, baby.” All his weight is on the elbow by your head, spare hand on your hip to hold you still as he stutters into you. The pit of your stomach feels like you’re on a roller coaster lift, up, up, up until–

“Oh, my God.” Your eyes screw shut when it hits you, the pulsations of your cunt reverberating up your torso and through your limbs. Your back arches uncontrollably, stomach pressed to his. Your heart is beating out of your chest, wet and heavy like the cock still pistoning in and out if you. 

“You’re so good. Fuck, you’re so good.” It’s muffled in your ears, your overstimulated body focusing on the stretch of his dick and the shakiness in your thighs. He presses himself fully into you and holds it there, a yelp escaping from your lips as he does. “Where?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you choke out. He sits up as he pulls out quickly, though you wouldn’t mind if he didn’t. Next time, maybe. Before he’s able to finish, you grasp and pump him from where his cock rests on your mound. It takes one tight squeeze before he twitches in your fist and ribbons of cum adorn your stomach. He’s holding onto your knee for support, breathing labored. You’re flat on your back, sinking into the mattress to center yourself and organize your thoughts. 

“You okay?” He leans over you again, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You nod, a small smile gracing your face as you notice the sweat on his brow. He grins and places another kiss on your mouth before getting up and retrieving a towel from the en suite. He wipes your pussy first, needing to hold you still as the feeling of the towel is still too much, then delicately cleans up your stomach. The towel gets tossed to the floor, a responsibility for another time. The room is dark, but he finds you anyway, pulling you to his chest. “Was it worth the wait?” You laugh, unsure if he was referring to the day or the year. 

“Hmm.”

“Hmm?” He feigns offense at your response.

“I need a few more data points before I’m sure.” He scoffs.

“Oh, fuck off,” he laughs and pulls you tighter to him. “You don’t need some elaborate ploy to get me again, baby. I saw you–no, felt you cum so hard; no need to be coy with me.”

“Okay…” You fiddle with the hairs on the back of his neck. “Definitely worth it, but I want it again. And I don’t wanna wait.”

“I can make that happen,” he says while ghosting kisses on your shoulder. You lie comfortably together, skin-on-skin listening to each other breathe. Your mind is a haze of the day’s activities, unsure of what memories you can truly believe.

“Dylan?”

“Yeah, angel?”

“What did you mean when you said I did a good job ‘keeping it to myself for the first few months’?” He laughs and his hand travels down to rest on your ass.

“God, see this is why I couldn’t do anything. You tried making out with me on, like, four separate occasions at Jenny’s birthday party. Very persistent.” You groan as you remember, or more, don’t remember that evening. The first thing you know about Jenny’s party was walking in, already riding the high of a successful pregame, with a bottle of tequila tied with a bow for her, and taking a required shot at the door. The second thing you remember is waking up in Dylan’s spare bedroom the next morning. This was three months ago.

“That… explains a lot.” You hadn’t noticed at the time, far too in awe of Dylan’s attention, but he did act differently as the spring transitioned to the summer. He would sit next to you at group brunch, suggest outings with just the two of you, occasionally get a little handsy, and start peppering pet names in his conversations with you until it became second nature. You weren’t delusional, at least not in the ways you thought you were.

“It’s okay. It’s cute.” He rubs your thigh as he speaks. “It’s funny though, you refused to get in an Uber with Jade to take you home. You literally wouldn’t let go of my hand.”

“So fucking embarrassing.” You cover your eyes with your hand as you cringe at the thought. 

“Look where it got you, though.” He pulls your hand from your face and presses a kiss to your lips.

well. that’s it. hope u enjoyed <3 i have some (many) ideas for continuing this soooo maybe that’ll show up soon ;) pls feel free to leave me feedback, like, n reblog! 

[uriekukistan]

itafushi morning routine?

yes im so normal about them 👹

to start, i think they usually fall asleep apart, but wake up cuddled together. yuuji is a big cuddler, but megumi claims that he isn't, but he's always the one to end up clinging to yuuji in his sleep. megumi falls asleep first, so yuuji is definitely aware that his happens, but he never says anything about it, just enjoys the moment.

they're both kinda early risers (like 8am lastest), but in very different ways. yuuji is full of energy and megumi is mr grumpypants. this is pretty normal for them, but megumi is a different breed when he wakes up. one of those people who says "don't talk to me until i have my coffee" and means it.

so while megumi drinks his coffee (black ofc) and glares at nothing, yuuji makes breakfast. actually i think before they both had really bad breakfast (megumi probably skipped it and yuuji probably ate something way too sugary), but there's something yuuji really enjoys about making something for them to eat together, even if it's just toast and eggs.

yuuji is a morning showerer and picks his outfits out randomly, while megumi is a night showerer (doesn't see the point of showering in the morning when he's just going to get dirty during the day from training or missions or just...life) and sets out his clothes out before bed.

megumi has a detailed and regimented routine. every day: brush teeth, floss, mouthwash, face cleanser, moisturizer, spf, get dressed, fix hair. he's pretty precise about everything and takes his sweet time.

yuuji is still ready last, despite not having a routine at all (probably thinks letting the shampoo run down his face is good enough skin care, megumi has been nagging him to use spf since forever to no avail). he just takes long af showers. definitely having a full concert in there.

while megumi is waiting for yuuji to finish getting ready, he'll be catching up on reading whatever book he's into at the moment (he reads everything at least 3x before he's ready to move on)

in short, they really are the epitome of opposite's attract. sun and moon. golden retriever and black cat. whatever you wanna call it, they're each other's other half :')

[pray4saint]

hihi! it’s national gf day & i was wondering if you had some headcanons on how the dteam would spend it! :)) -🐼

dteam on national girlfriend day

masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. girlfriend!reader. fluff.

a/n. this i actually i have ideas for, but it's still pretty shitty writing

dream – wakes you up early by peppering your face in kisses. ”five more minutes, clay, please..” you lazily push your hands at his face. ”no, c'mon you have to get up, we're going out today.” he intertwines one of his hands in yours while using the other to hold himself up over you.

takes you out for breakfast, something simple. he also packs extra clothes in the car because you're out all day. long beach day, in and out of the water, sunbathing (he helps you with spf tanning lotion and vice versa), and a picnic lunch.

in the evening the two of you cook together and inevitably a small food fight in the kitchen with the ingredients you were cooking with. post-dinner it's a fort and movies on his laptop. he forces himself to stay up longer than you so that he can carry you back to bed when you finally let the sleep get to you.

sapnap – he got a disposable camera just for this day. wakes you up accidentally, while he's fumbling around the bedroom. for a few minutes you only roll around, trying to convince your body to go back to sleep. ”sap, what's going on?” you sit up, blinking away the last of your tiredness. ”no, peach go back to sleep.” ”can't.”

instead of a full breakfast, he makes a big ass fruit smoothie that you can take in the car with you because you're out all day. not doing anything in particular, but just driving. occasionally you'll pull over, stop and sapnap will use the camera for a new polaroid or two, and you stop for lunch, more pictures when you pull over at an overlook to eat. he just wants to make the most of the day.

you come home late, tired and sap insists on carrying you back up to the bedroom because it's national girlfriend day and he loves you. he reads aloud a couple chapters of the book you've been reading, asking questions of course because he wasn't sure what was going on, and by the end of the last chapter, you're falling asleep.

george – lets you sleep in while he attempts to cook breakfast. keyword attempts. ”george what is that smell,” you rub your eyes, trying to get the sleep out of them and when you open them and can see clearly, the image in front of you is nothing short of laughable. george is struggling to move dishes around the kitchen, something is clearly burning on the stove, the sink is running and the fridge door isn't entirely shut. you pad your way over to him, ”oh georgie..”

you have to cheer him up from his failed attempts at cooking before you make breakfast. ”i wanted to do something nice for you love.” you smile at him, ”why? am i forgetting something? is it my birthday?” you're being sarcastic, somewhat. ”no, it's national girlfriend day you moron.” he continues to eat, and you gasp. ”well that's no way to treat your girlfriend.”

after breakfast, he agrees to try something you'd been wanting to do with him or teach him to do for awhile. he learned to like it, but he would never admit it. a few pictures, but not a lot because neither one of you wanted to ruin the moment. a stream on his twitch except you had entire control of everything; also him ending stream earlier than originally planned because he wanted you all to himself.

fbsdikjfb falling asleep watching your favourite romcoms.

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[pedrisbanana]

ok but how about unexperienced reader x experienced pedri 😏

Something about frozen gatorade...

Enjoy 🍌

Refreshing

The hot Barcelona sun burned on your exposed arms and you praised yourself internally for having used the 50 SPF lotion this morning. Quickly going inside you were glad to cool down a bit.

Pedri had asked you to pick him up from training today since he wanted to invite you to the movies after. You were a little early so you decided to wait in the little hallway leading to the locker rooms. 

You scrolled through your phone when Pedri came out of the changing room. His hair was still wet from the shower and he held a brown paper cup in his hand. 

"Amor, I missed you." He pulled you into a hug and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

"I forgot something outside." Pedri intertwined your fingers and lead you to the pitch where they trained today. 

He set the cup down next to the two slushy machines and jogged onto the grass. You felt sweaty again and the frozen treat made you thirsty.

You saw that Pedri got into a conversation with one of the co coaches who collected some footballs off the pitch and sighed. The sun was killing you. Deciding that no one would care anyway, you took the cup and drew some of the blue ice into it. 

The frozen goodness melted in your mouth and savored your taste buds. You had to stop yourself from drinking the whole cup with one sip, so you held the cup to your neck. The chilled paper cooled your skin immediately. 

You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensation. 

"Enjoying yourself, I see" Pedri's voice startled you and had you setting the cup down again. 

"I- umm" You felt yourself blushing even though you didn't even have reason to explain yourself. 

He chuckled and caressed your arm. "I'm just joking. C'mere." 

Pedri pulled you into his arms and his lips caught yours. His lips were plush and warm against yours. Hands finding your hips, he broke the kiss. 

"You're so sexy when you get all flustered." 

This time, his kiss made you moan and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. His fingers played with the hem of your shirt, exposing your hips. Your fingers scrunched the material of his top, holding on for dear life. 

You felt wetness pool between your legs as he pressed his knee between your thighs, causing you to rub against him. 

Breaking the kiss, you nervously looked down. Pedri and you often made out, but never in public. You only had sex once and you were rather inexperienced in that field. 

His lips were swollen and the sweaty skin of his cheeks flushed bright pink. Pedri's hands still held you close to him. 

He leaned down and kissed the shell of your ear. "It's okay. I've got you. Do you trust me ?" 

"Someone could see..." you whispered, biting your lip. 

"Everyone is inside. Also, I'm just helping you cool down." Pedri stepped back so you could sort out your thoughts. He took your hands in his. 

You were excited for what Pedri had in mind, but could you really let yourself go ? Here where everyone could see you ?

"What's on your mind ?" You looked at him through your lashes. 

He smirked and guided your hands under your shirt and bra. 

"Tease yourself." his voice was calming, as he kneeled down. He reached for the brown paper cup, still filled halfway with the slushy. 

He didn't break eye contact as put the cup to his lips. The frozen liquid left a blue stain on his plump lips. Without a warning he pressed his cold lips to the your exposed midriff.

Shrieking, you let your head fall back. Pedri opened his mouth a little, pressing his other hand against your lower back to keep you steady. You felt chilled juice drip down past the hem of your denim shorts. 

Your hands massaged your breasts, leaving more pleasure to rush to your core. With a last peck, Pedri's lips left your stomach and he set the cup down to open the fly of your jeans. 

"Pedri-" your voice was a mixture of moan and plea. 

"Has anyone ever kissed you there, mi vida?" he asked, concern in his voice.

You could only shake your head, his breath against the exposed part of your panties making you unable to think. 

"I will make it unforgettable if you give me your trust me, amor." He licked his lips, waiting for your consent. 

Finding your voice you answered. "Yes, I want you, Pepi." 

His hands pulled your shorts and panties down in one and then rested them at the curve of your hip. 

"You're so beautiful. I can't believe you're real." Spreading your thighs a little, he peppered kisses along the insides of your thighs in between words. 

Feeling his mouth against your core was an unusual feeling. It made you hiss out his name. You bucked your hips whenever his nose bumped against your pulsing clit. The pinched your fingers left on your nipples had goosebumps spread over skin. 

Long forgotten that you were at his workplace, you closed your eyes. His mouth left your dripping core for a few seconds and when he nipped at you again, you had to grab his hair. 

His lips and tongue were freezing cold, exploring your folds again. His tongue dipped into your entrance in and out, over and over again. He teased you and the grip on his hair seemed to Spurr him on. 

"I'm close, Pepi." your whimper had him humming against your pussy, making you clench. One of his hands left your hip. 

His cold thumb found your clit, rubbing it in circles. Pedri's mouth combined with his fingers brought you over the edge. You practically rode your orgasm out on his face with the way his other hand kept you from moving away. 

You opened your eyes to look at Pedri, who was still kneeling in front of you. His chin was stained blue and glistened. He licked the remains of your arousal and ice of his digits. 

"I'll get you under the shower when we get home. I can even help you clean up if you like." he winked and pulled your panties and shorts up again. 

You smiled and laughed. "How selfless of you, Pedri." 

After fixing your clothes, you cupped his face with your hands and pulled him into a kiss. He tasted like the blue raspberry gatorade. Whispering against his lips, you teased: 

"I see why you like this so much. Perfect to cool down."

A/N: the idea created by my lovely @pedriswife

Btw Pedri forgot his shoes outside.

Also y'all loved it in my other fic. The title sounds like a raunchy BDSM novel. I know.

Feel free to leave me some love bc I love you 💕🍌

[simpinghour]

Cake and Pears at 2am Hange x fem! reader (ch 2)

Summary: What is meant to be a casual night out to hang with Mikasa and friends leads you to meeting the very dapper, very suave even though they sometimes remind you of a golden retriever, Hange.

This was meant to be a mafia AU and there are light mentions of it but that’s not the focus. Here you’ll read about a fem!reader who is 14 years younger than a nonbinary Hange but doesnt let that stop her from dating them.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Nonbinary Hange, gothkasa, Strap on sex, loss of virginity with strap on, this is smutty as hell and I have no regrets, side Eruri, Side Eremika, Squirting, Oral Sex, Fingering, also side Mikenana, Yelena needs her ass kicked, age gap, but not a creepy age gap I promise, I had to do so much research about strap ons for this damn fic

link to chapter 1

Ao3 link

Chapter 2

You were nervous the entirety of that following week, unsure if Hange was going to contact you. After going through several scenarios in your head, you finally put on a horror film to serve as a distraction. Just as you began screaming at the screen, telling the main character that she was an idiot to go out into the dark to investigate a strange sound, you got a text from an unfamiliar number Thursday evening.

‘Hi! Sorry it’s late, but I didn’t want to keep you waiting. It’s Hange, we met at Levi’s bar. If you were waiting, that is. I don’t want to assume. I’d love to meet you for lunch or coffee one day if that’s okay.’

A full-on scream left your mouth, and immediately you felt like a jackass. You weren’t in high school and Hange wasn’t your first crush, but somehow you were easily reverted to a swooning schoolgirl.

It was a few minutes before you replied, not because you wanted to play it cool but because you felt like an idiot and didn’t know what to say. Finally you told Hange that you’d love to meet them for coffee.

You insisted that you were fine with meeting at Starbucks, but they were adamant about wanting to take you to some café you’d never heard of.

“It sounds like Hange finally texted you,” Mikasa says dryly when you answer her call the next afternoon. “Does this mean you’re going to stop moping around like some sad emo?”

“I was not moping and I wasn’t acting like an emo,” you protest.

“Yeah, anyway. So are you two going out soon? Please tell me you made plans.”

“Yes, Mikasa, damn! We’re going to meet up for coffee next weekend.”

“Great,” she replies in a dry tone. “I’ll be there bright and early to do your hair and makeup. Also to do an outfit check because you know when you get nervous that focusing on anything is like trying to hold onto a snowball in hell.”

“Beautiful analogy, and fine. I’ll let you know what time when I speak to Hange again.”

As promised, Mikasa shows up bright and early, smelling of clove cigarettes with her makeup kit in tow.

“Have you showered yet? Did you wash your face? Did you moisturize and put on spf?” she asks in a tone that sounds somewhat accusatory.

“Yes to all of the above, boss,” you tell her mockingly. “And I’m not wearing this,” you continue, gesturing to your old Siouxsie tee shirt and leggings. “I sweat when I get nervous and I didn’t want to ruin my outfit.”

“Well of course you’re not wearing that,” Mikasa says, rolling her eyes. “Let’s go, I want to see what you picked out.”

Your date outfit is laid out at the foot of your bed, and Mikasa eyes each piece critically. A simple but cute blouse, skirt, cardigan and boots all in earth tones is what you picked out.

“Okay, that works with the type of makeup I have,” Mikasa announces while shoving you into a chair.  

Your best friend’s brusque manner of speaking was completely contrary to the way she delivered personal attention. Perhaps that was why your friend group had no issue with letting her practice makeup on them; it was relaxing enough to make one fall asleep. And that was why you found yourself almost dozing off from the almost ASMR-like sounds of compacts snapping shut and different brushes stroking over your face.

Mikasa works on your hair last, and you move your head as directed when she uses a spritz bottle to revive your curls. She arranges it in a style that is cute but also out of your face, which she knows you hate. Your makeup is perfect; Mikasa has the ability to do makeup that almost looks like a filter on one of those apps. There’s just enough color on your eyelids, cheeks and lips and you’re enthralled with everything.

“Yes, I know, my work is impeccable,” Mikasa tells you as she begins repacking her makeup kit. “Now get dressed.”

“You’re so damn bossy. But I love you anyway.”

***

An hour later, you drive to a quaint part of town that you’d only driven through. The coffee shop turned out to be gorgeous; instead of traditional tables and chairs there were squishy sofas and armchairs, and a real working fireplace. Everything was done in warm tones, and decorated with autumn and Halloween items as it was the beginning of October. You asked the waitress if you could take a cornered window seat, since there were two comfortable looking armchairs with a low antique table in between. waiting in a window seat, hoping that you wouldn’t have to wait long.

One in the afternoon was the chosen meeting time, and it’s five after when you get a text when they apologize for running late. When they finally arrive and find you sitting at the small table with the open menu spread out, they immediately grin and wave.

“Sorry, sorry,” Hange says after they sit down, taking the jacket that was thrown over their shoulder and draping it on the back of their chair. As they move you try to avoid the graceful column of their throat that’s peeking out from the unbuttoned collar of a light blue button down. Their long legs are encased in slim, tan trousers and they have on a matching red belt and suspenders. Their shiny auburn hair is messily pulled back just like before to expose a slanted smile, and you can feel your heart kick up a notch. “It took me forever to find my car keys.  I swear, I could trip over them ten times in an hour when I don’t need them but the moment I do? They sprout legs and walk away. You look amazing, by the way.”

“Thank you, so do you. I almost wondered if I’d got stood up,” you say jokingly, and Hange looks aghast.

“Definitely not!” they reply adamantly. “Levi told me I was a dumb ass for not asking for your number that night, along with Miche. But after that graceless encounter with my ex, I didn’t want to seem pushy.”

“Nah, you would have definitely got my number,” you assure with a grin. Just as you lean forward with an elbow on the table, a waitress comes over and asks if you two are ready to order.

“I didn’t get to ask you much about yourself the night we met,” Hange says after you two have placed your orders. “You let me ramble on and didn’t stop me.”

“I liked listening to you,” you admit with a shy smile. “What do you want to know?”

“Ehh, anything. Favorite food? When’s your birthday? What are your hobbies? Do you have any pets and if so, can I meet them?”

You tell Hange about yourself and they do the same. You find out they’re a chief scientific officer of a lab on the outskirts of the city. That in itself sounds fascinating and Hange is all too eager to talk about their work.

“Wait, I thought you and Levi and everyone else…” you trail off, wanting to ask about the whole mafia thing but unsure if that question would be well received.

“Oh, that,” Hange replies with a small smile. “Let’s just say it helps to have someone around with my background.”

“I gotcha. Do you have any pets?”

“No, unfortunately not. I like cats but my place isn’t exactly the safest place for one.”

“I could always see if there’s a cat café. Maybe we could go together.”

“Cat cafes?! Those exist?!”

Hange looks so excited and adorable that you want to kiss them.

The date lasts a little over two hours. Despite the age difference, you find that you and Hange have a lot in common and a million things to talk about. You’re sure you could have talked to them some more only the waitress is apologetic when she brings the check, stating that they have a two-hour seating limit.

When you reach behind the chair to grab your purse, Hange immediately stops you.

“It’s my treat since I invited you,” they continue, pulling out a wallet to withdraw a silver card and place it in the bill holder.

“Fine. But can I leave the tip? The waitress was really nice.”

“Something tells me it’s futile to argue with you so I’ll concede,” Hange tells you teasingly.

Once the bill is paid, you and Hange head out to the parking lot. It’s clear that neither of you are ready to part ways just yet, and you end up standing outside talking for another twenty minutes.

“Okay, as much as I hate to say goodbye it’s clear that you’re cold,” Hange tells you when they notice you shivering despite your upper half being covered in a thick cardigan.

“I don’t either,” you tell them in a pained voice with a grin, “but yeah, I am getting a little cold. This is that weird part of autumn when it’s hot one minute and cold the next.”

“Well I’m hoping we’ll see each other again? Sooner rather than later?” Hange asks hopefully.

“Oh trust me, we will,” you admit. “I had a good time today. This was nice.”

“Yeah, it was,” Hange sighs, slumping back against their car door. Then they straighten up and sort of turn towards you. “Is it okay if I hug you goodbye?”

“Yes, it’s definitely okay,” you answer, and immediately step closer to them.

“Damn, you smell good,” you murmur against their neck upon catching a whiff of what smells like tobacco and sweet vanilla.

“So do you,” Hange says in a similar tone, their head almost buried in your curls. “Your hair smells amazing.”

“You aren’t making us having to part ways any easier,” you tell them in a slight whine.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” Hange lets you go and reaches into their pocket for their car key. “Will you let me know that you got home safe?”

“Will do!” you reply, turning to get into your car.

***

When you text Hange upon getting home, they immediately text you back and tell you that it was nice to see you and they look forward to your next date.

Later that evening after dinner and a bath, you find yourself online searching for a local cat café. You’re surprised to find a cat café that isn’t too far, but it’s a thirty-minute drive away.

You text Hange and ask if they’re busy next Saturday and if not and they want to hang out, you’d love to take them somewhere. Hange calls you pretty girl and says they’ll go anywhere with you. They also state that they’ll meet you at your house if that’s fine because their house isn’t exactly close to anything.

Hange is excited to be in the passenger seat and is surprised when you let them connect their phone to your car so they can put on a playlist.

“You really don’t mind?”

“Nah,” you reply. “There isn’t much I don’t listen to so I’m sure I’ll like whatever you put on.”

The easy beat of indie music fills your car, and you laugh after hearing a handful of songs by bands you also listen to. Talk of music and bands you both like takes place the rest of the ride, and soon you’re pulling up to the destination.

“What! You found one!” Hange yells when they see the glass window of the cat café. On it are adorable hand drawn kitties frolicking about between mugs and plates of desserts.

They continue losing their shit after you two walk inside, and soon they’re seated with a latte that has a cat face drawn into the foam, which goes ignored for the hazel-eyed grey tabby who leapt onto Hange’s lap to sniff their sleeve.

“Ooooh, aren’t you cute!” Hange coos, holding out a hand. The cat ends up shoving their head into Hange’s palm, demanding to be petted.

While Hange is busy meeting the demands of their new furry friend, you slip away to find a dispenser that sells cat treats. After you return to the table, you slide some of them in Hange’s direction and they immediately pick up one and the cat politely takes it from their hand.

“Oh my goodness, he ate it! What a good boy!” they enthuse, happily stroking his head.

The rest of the afternoon finds you and Hange seated on the floor near the cat towers, dispensing treats and cuddles. A striped tabby with white socks found its way to your lap and keeps hugging you, and you laugh when she nuzzles her face against yours.

“I want to take you home,” you tell the kitty, on the verge of tears with joy when she purrs contently as you stroke her back.

Eventually it becomes apparent that multiple cups of lattes and macarons aren’t enough sustenance, and hunger drives you two to finally leave. Then it turns out neither of you are ready for the date to be over, and you both get takeout sushi and bring it back to your place.

“Today was fun, thank you,” Hange tells you later after you’ve finished eating. Now you two are on the sofa with hot mugs of tea before you on the coffee table, and Hange is sticking their legs out straight and flexing their toes in the thick fuzzy socks you loaned them. “These are cute. And comfortable.”

“You can’t relax properly at home until you have on comfy socks,” you reply, then something else comes to mind. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.”

“Why did you look surprised when I paid for our stuff at the café?”

“Did I?”

“Yes, you did.”

“Ah. I think it’s because besides my friends, I’ve never had a date offer to pay.”

You stare at them incredulously with your mouth open. “Hange… what kind of derelicts did you date?”

They give you a sort of embarrassed laugh while ruffling their hair.

“Did Yelena expect you to pay for everything? Even if she was the one who offered to take you out?”

“Ah…I think so?”

“Hange!”

“What?”

“You can’t let people take advantage of you like that.”

“Well, I didn’t think it was a big deal. I did make more money than her, which she even pointed out so—”

“That makes it even worse! No wonder Levi hated her entitled ass—whoops, pretend you didn’t hear that.”

Hange laughs raucously though they no longer sound embarrassed. “I guess Mikasa told you about that. It’s true though; he didn’t like her. Actually, neither did the rest of my friends.”

“Now Mikasa didn’t tell me this, but I’m guessing Levi said she was selfish. Am I right?”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“Lucky guess. But I know her type; there was a time when I was surrounded by selfish people but I was too involved to realize. You know that analogy about not seeing the forest for the trees? That was me.”

“I see. Was that an old boyfriend, or…”

“Boyfriend, friends, and family. I’m twenty-six now and it took me twenty-one of those years to get to a point where I no longer tolerate selfish people. It’s funny how many people no longer like you when you force them to respect your boundaries. It’s fine though; I have really great friends now.”

“You’re a good person,” Hange murmurs. “How are you single right now?”

“Have you met some of these people?” you ask, giving a dry laugh. “It’s not that hard, believe me.”

“I suppose you’re right. Though now I am curious; have you been with someone like me before?” Hange asks, leaning their head against a hand while peering at you.

“What do you mean, someone who’s super smart, nonbinary, or the whole organized crime thing?”

You say the last part in a sort of whisper and it makes Hange laugh. “You’re cute. Either or.”

“Both, but if it matters I don’t have much experience with seriously dating anyone of any gender.”

“What? That’s surprising.”

“The dating world is a cesspool,” you explain, thinking back to all the secondhand knowledge you gained at the expense of your friends and their failed relationships. “The last few guys I went out with were so charming— at first. It was a damn case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde; one demanded a blowjob because he paid for my one cider at the bar. The other ran up a $200 drink tab and claimed he forgot his wallet when it was time to pay the tab. Mind you I only had a couple of sodas because I don’t get drunk around people I barely know.”

“What the hell! How did that night end?”

“The bar owner gave him two choices—either wash dishes or go to jail for the night. I paid for my two drinks and left before he made a decision.”

“So no old girlfriends?”

“Crushes, yes. Girlfriends… no.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I was too shy to tell a girl I liked her,” you confess, cringing as you think back to the few times you made an attempt at flirting with a girl. “Though one time we all went to a club and two girls literally made me into their sandwich filling and danced with me most of the night. And by dance, I don’t mean in the ‘leave enough room for the Holy Ghost’ kind. Anyway, I asked one of them for her number at the end of the night, and she told me she was straight and seemed so offended that I even considered her like that. Embarrassed doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt.”

“They were probably using you to keep other guys away, but that’s only supposed to be done with a friend or consenting person,” Hange explained. “That way no one is hurt or offended.”

“Is that what that was about?!” you exclaim, mouth hanging open. “I felt so confused for the longest and wracked my brain but kept coming up empty.”

“Unfortunately yes.

“On the topic of dating and such, do you mind if I ask what happened with Yelena?”

“I don’t mind. Yelena and I were off and on for the last few years but things got really bad since last summer. You know what they say about ignoring red flags when they’ve been there all along?”

“Yes, unfortunately.”

“Well, that happened. The last straw was coming home to find that she’d trashed my place and stole some of my things. The only reason she didn’t finish is because Levi has a key to my place and stopped by to drop off something and caught her in the act. He told her to get her shit and get out before he snapped her neck and buried her carcass where no one would ever find it.”

“Yeah, he seems like he can be scary.”

“Only if he doesn’t like you,” Hange says brightly. “He never did like Yelena but I didn’t listen to him. He turned out to be right when he said she was a selfish narcissist with a toxic personality. But you said the same thing happened to you?”

“Well, not exactly the same but the narcissist thing? Oh yes, only it was a friend. That’s sort of how I met Mikasa and Armin. I was friends with this girl and when I turned 21, she swore we had to go to a club and get shitfaced. Personally I hate the feeling of being so drunk that I want to puke, but she and her little clique thought that was the only thing to do on the weekend. Anyway, I got ditched because she wanted to hook up with some random guy.”

“What?! That’s horrible.”

“I know. What makes it worse is I was always the mom friend who stuck to one or two drinks or didn’t drink at all, only because I knew those idiots were going to get knee-walking drunk and end up needing to have their hair held back while they puked out their guts. Actually, that’s how I met Mikasa. She found me crying in the bathroom after I was sick and she helped me fix my makeup because by then, I looked like a raccoon. I ended up hanging with her and her friends the rest of the night and they made sure I got home safely.”

“That sounds like Mikasa,” Hange replied. “She and Levi are similar like that; they look like they’ll cut you but deep down they’re both very kind. Mikasa offered to help deal with the Yelena situation but I didn’t want her to get into trouble.”

“So is Mikasa into, err, the same things as you all?”

That makes Hange chuckle. “No, Levi would have a fit if she did anything untoward, but let’s just say Mikasa can hold her own. That’s the only reason Levi isn’t too worried about Eren; he knows if he were to try anything Mikasa would turn him into mincemeat but between you and me, I think Eren is okay. He’s young and a bit simpleminded, but he’s loyal and he’d kill someone if they tried to hurt Mikasa.”

“Yeah, I believe that but damn, I just wish Mikasa would focus on the time and not his cock when we’ve made plans to meet up somewhere.”

Hange laughs raucously and even though you were being serious, you end up laughing with them.

“I swear, I’m not bitter or anything,” you continue. “I couldn’t believe it when her stoic ass met him. It was like someone switched on a damn light or something. Everything was about Eren; Eren this and Eren that. But I tolerated it because I knew she was in love.”

“So what about you? When was your last relationship?”

“Freshman year of college, I think? Surprise, surprise, it didn’t last long. He had the nerve to be shocked when I got mad at busting him screwing his lab partner. You know what he told me? ‘Well I have to get it from somewhere’, all because I declined his gratuitous offers of blowjobs or quickies when his roommate wasn’t around.”

“He sounds positively charming.”

“He held all the charm of a public bathroom at a gas station along the freeway. And not a good gas station, but a no name one with stale shitty snacks that you can only find on that one freeway.”

“And the filthy bathroom with no toilet paper and a broken door.”

“Exactly. See? You get me.”

“I like you. And this sofa; it’s dangerously comfortable,” Hange says through a yawn. “If I don’t get up now I won’t make it home.”

“I mean, I’m definitely not in a hurry to kick you out,” you reply casually. “I take naps here all the time. Say the word and I’ll grab some pillows and blankets. I’ll even grab a tee if you want to get more comfortable.”

“Well, it’s not like I had anything pressing to do tomorrow. Sounds good, let’s do it.”

A glance down at both your outfits are an instant reminder of the cat café; you’re both covered in cat hair and it makes you laugh.

“Okay, what about a shower first?” you suggest, plucking one of the hairs off your shirt. “You can use some of my sweatpants; sorry in advance because I’m sure your ankles are gonna be sticking out.”

“I’ve got these so I’ll be fine,” Hange replies, pointing down to the stripy fuzzy sock and wriggling their toes.

After taking turns in your shower and changing into comfortable clothes, you and Hange are buried beneath your comforter on the sofa. You both get through fifteen minutes of a horror movie before falling asleep against one another, and when you wake up to the sound of screaming, you realize that you’re both lying flat on the sofa. At some point you began using Hange’s shoulder as your pillow but apparently they hadn’t minded, because they’ve got an arm slung around you. You wonder if you should move but decide you’re too comfortable and end up shutting your eyes.

[neon-kazoo]

Hero and Villain Go Tubing

They got an early start, arriving at the water mid-morning bright-eyed and eager.

Well, at least one of them was.

“Remind me again why you made this a stipulation of our neutrality deal,” Hero groaned.

They stood upon a rock overlooking a semi-shallow green river with their ecstatic nemesis by their side.

A toothy grin spread across the villain’s face in response.

“It’ll be fun!”

For Hero, that was yet to be determined.

The hero’s swim trucks were adorned with cartoon flamingos. When questioned, Hero had asserted that they were a gift, and they didn’t go swimming often enough to own a second pair. Villain was dressed in more ‘tasteful’ swimwear, a dark blue rash guard and green shorts.

Hero sighed, “You brought the tubes, right?”

“They come with the tickets, we just give them back when we get out,” Villain explained.

“Tickets?” Hero questioned, “We’re paying for this?”

“Of course not!” Villain assured, then corrected, “You’re paying for this.”

Obviously, Hero had not bothered to read the fine print on the contract they signed.

They begrudgingly made their way to the ticket building across the street, mumbling something about ‘touristicification’ and good-old-fashion private waterways. Hero returned with a tube on each arm. One a cool blue, the other a neon pink.

Villain reached for the blue, but was swatted away by Hero not-so-gently flinging the pink tube at him.

Villain scowled, but inwardly he may have smiled.

Hero didn’t need to know that, though.

They took a step towards the water access before Hero’s voice interrupted them.

“We’re not leaving until you put on sunscreen.”

“I didn’t bring any-

“I did!”

Villain was interrupted by the taste of banana boat entering his open mouth as Hero sprayed him down with SPF.

Villain spit, gagging from the bitter aerosol assault.

Thouroghly protected from the sun, courtesy of the now-smiling Hero, Villain and Hero began their trek towards the put-in point. Halfway there, Villain stopped, searching for something he didn’t seem to find in Hero’s hands.

“Where’s the stick?” He asked, and Hero rolled their eyes.

“I was not paying five dollars for a stick. We can scavenge for one if it’s that important.”

Villain begrudgingly continued on. They made their way down to the water, wading out across the rocky river bed to an acceptable distance before falling gracefully boarding the tubes.

Just like that, they were off.

Their inter-tubes had been linked together by a nylon strap, so they floated in tandem. At first it was leisurely, feet hanging in the water and heads tilted back to gaze up at the tree canopy. That was, until, a sudden jerk had them stuck in place.

Their first obstacle.

A rock.

“You’re stuck!” Hero yelped, looking over at Villain, affronted at him for ruining the peaceful moment.

“No you’re stuck!”

Hero scoffed. They both looked around into the water, trying to locate the source of their sudden loss of momentum. Hero rocked to no avail, legitimizing their claim that this debacle was not their fault. Villain refused to move, so the hero grabbed the connecting strap.

Hero yanked hard, and the tubes spun free of the rock and caught the current again.

“I told you we needed sticks.”

“You didn’t even help!”

Hero leaned back, staring at the clear sky once again. Until Villain saw fit to once again ruin the moment.

“I think this journey is deserving of a soundtrack,” he spoke.

They pulled out a speaker from who-knows-where. In true villainous fashion, they pressed play at the highest volume, subjecting the entire river to their playlist.

“~I know, you wanted me to stay~”

“What is this?” Hero asked.

Villain gasped.

“You’ve never heard Pink Pony Club?!”

“Never heard what now?”

The villain didn’t answer, letting the singer answer for herself.

“~I’m gonna keep on dancing at the Pink Pony Club~”

“Is that the kind of club I think it is?! This is not appropriate-“

“If you want to hear not appropriate…” the villain cursed, and the Hero’s jaw dropped open, but he wasn’t looking at them.

“Villain!”

Villain snapped his mouth shut as he caught Hero’s gaze and saw the child floating by. He blushed at the glare shot to him by the kid’s guardian, who paddled them both by as quickly as possible.

“I see why you needed someone obligated to come with you. Clearly no one would do this willingly,” Hero stated, much to the chagrin of their tethered partner.

“Oh come on, its not that bad,”

“It’s not, you are.”

Ice cold water cascaded in drops over the Hero. They froze, then turned slowly to face the grinning villain.

He just splashed them. Like a toddler.

Taking the high road, they decided not to strike back, lest they be reduced to the low, low level of their criminal companion.

When Villain failed to get the reaction he wanted, he did it again, this time drenching the entirety of Hero’s lap.

Hero’s mouth gaped.

“Ugh, could it get more hot out?” Villain complained.

“Need I remind you this was your idea?”

“I’m melting, Hero.”

Hero saw the opportunity and took it. They wedged their feet under his tube and lifted up, flipping the inflatable with Villain still inside it. They never saw it coming, and thus were successfully dumped into the pocket of deeper water.

When Villain surfaced, they cut Hero a deadly glare.

“That wasn’t very heroic of you,” they said, pushing back their now-soaked hair.

Hero shrugged.

“You said you were hot. I just saved you from a heat stroke.”

Unfortunately for Hero, some retaliation was in order.

Another large(and several small) splashes later, and they were both overboard.

Both looking like seals trying to scale an iceberg, they eventually managed to climb back into their floatation devices.

All was calm, for all of five seconds.

A crescendo of a rushing sound alerted the pair that they were approaching a rapid.

Ahead, an outcropping of rocks bifurcated their path. On either side, a small cascade prevented smooth travel forward. Hero gestured to the widest side, and his companion nodded.

“I’m going down first,” Villain asserted, aggressively paddling one handed towards the right side of the river.

Hero startled as the angle of the tubes shifted as they were pulled towards the miniature waterfall.

“I don’t wanna go backwards!” They screeched.

In a panic, Hero unbuckled the tether between them.

No longer connected, Hero’s tube passed Villain’s by, following their chosen path smoothly.

Hero looked back to find Villain farther behind them than they should have been.

Unmoving.

They were stuck.

“Wiggle!” Hero called.

The villain managed a vague side to side movement.

“That’s not wiggling!” Hero yelled, exasperated. They were quickly approaching a bend, and they had to crane their neck back to catch sight of the villain.

“This IS wiggling!” They defended.

“THEN WIGGLE HARDER!”

Soon the Hero was out of sight, and Villain had to make the ego-crushing decision to leave his tube to try and displace it off the rock.

Hero only knew he had fallen flat on his face instead when the neon pink tube floated by, its occupant conspicuously absent.

A ridiculously long time later:

The two enemies crawled out of the river, collapsing side by side onto the bank.

One package of bandaids and several towels later, they spoke,

“We should do this again sometime.”

“Never.”

[mammondrivesamazdamiata]

While I'm on vacation in Mexico, I absolutely have to make headcanon about the boys so here goes nothing :)

Obey Me! Characters as tourists in a foreign country

Lucifer

- did probably too much research before arriving

- is somehow already fluent in the language and acts as the main translator for everyone

- An airport expert

- gets everyone to the loading gates on time or probably hours early

- demands to hold everyone's passports

- has to keep track of everybody's luggage

- probably has some kind of complicated itinerary planned out for every minute of the trip

- stressed but desperately trying to enjoy himself

- at some point will turn off his phone and disappear into a spa to get away from his brothers

Mammon

- a total embarrassment

- dresses shamelessly in touristy garb

- sunglasses all day every day

- has pocketknives in his carry-on that he forgot about, holds everyone up in TSA

- makes everyone late going to the bathroom at the last minute

- falls asleep on the plane instantly

- "are we there yet?"

- fights about room assignments

- always takes the biggest, comfiest bed and refuses to share

- completely destroys the hotel room

- sleeps late ; Lucifer has to drag him out of bed by his ankles every morning

- gets lost easily

- probably drunk

Asmodeus

- airport queen

- comes prepared for anything ; neck pillow, sleep mask, portable charger, drinks, snacks, chap stick

- basically runs a drugstore out of his carry-on

- once at the hotel his first goal is breaking in the jacuzzi

- eats his weight in fruit

- wine drunk

- l o u d

- will probably find himself on a nude beach. with onlookers.

- bathes in spf and only lounges under umbrellas

- you will not find him in the ocean. he doesn't like things touching his feet.

- will be joining Lucifer at the spa

Satan

- will not be enjoying this trip

- just wants to stay in and ignore his brothers

- but he does enjoy swimming

- likes to read under Asmo's umbrella

- probably can't sleep for the first few nights

- gets lost among the locals and somehow makes friends

- "this is my friend Enrique he told me to buy this necklace because it matches my eyes"

- only thing he wants to do is history tours. no one cares.

- gets horribly sunburnt

- mammon slapped him on the back and was immediately punted into the pool

-befriends local cats

Levi

- his carry-on is just full of manga

- pitiful foreign language pronunciation. the hotel staff laughs at him while Lucifer facepalms, but he keeps on trying

- is in swimming trunks the whole trip

- Lucifer and Asmo have to wrestle him out of the water to reapply sunscreen

- all he wants to do is snorkel

- has a tanline in his face from his goggles that Mammon repeatedly roasts him for

- tracks sand everywhere

- Lucifer goes to hang up his trunks to dry and they're just full of seashells

- wears a UV shirt

- really likes building sand castles

- wears water shoes

- gets stung by a jellyfish

Beel

- is visibly upset by the airplane snacks

- gets stopped by TSA for having food in his bag

- immediately heads for hotel buffet

- Lucifer has to stop him from ordering room service constantly

- picks up foreign language surprisingly quickly

- really likes water sports

- absolutely annihilates a group of locals in beach volleyball

- comes in second in the wet t-shirt contest

- rents a jet ski and goes completely insane, zooms by his brothers with Belphie holding on for dear life and screaming at 60 mph

- Asmodeus looks up and sees Beel casually parachuting over the ocean

- crashes at 8pm

- Also likes to make sandcastles

Belphegor

- travelling ruins him

- he's so tired despite sleeping the entire flight

- first thing he does at the hotel is take a nap

- is usually on top of Beel playing chicken

- Beel always drags him along for extreme sports

- Is actually very good at paddle boarding

- loves to boogie board and body surf

- curls up under a towel at the beach and falls asleep in the warm sun

- misses his bed

- refuses to try and speak foreign language out of embarrassment

- loves to order room service dessert with Beel

Diavolo (bonus)

- is here for a good time

- constantly tipsy

- suns out guns out

- came in first in the wet t-shirt contest

- tries to get Lucifer to do shots with him. he succeeds

- sunbathes for hours and never seems to burn

- loves tiki bars

- schedules massages for Lucifer and himself

- on the volleyball dream team with the twins

- down for anything

- graciously tips all of the staff. they love him

- likes to pay for things. buys Asmo new sunglasses and a pucca shell necklace. covers Beel's room service after Lucifer cuts him off

[stargirlsuicide]

how i plan of keeping myself pulled together all year ^_^

(these arent tips!! these aren just things i think will work for me to keep me on track and help me achieve the goals ive set for myself)

i just wanna start talking abt mindset before anything else cause i feel thats the most important thing for me. ive had a couple fights with my mom this year abt me changing schools cause i picked a rlly hard school and she was worried i wont put in the effort and just let my grades fall. so to keep myself doing all my school work and also not being completly miserable i decided to set some ''rules'' for myself:

☆ doing all my work as early as i can. i always found myself like wasting time and doing my work in the late evening and i would sometimes finish at like 10pm and had no time to watch a movie or do anything else productive

☆ writing. both in the sense of taking notes and my own personal writing. i feel like writing stuff down always helps me a lot. both at memorizing things or just to get my thoughts down. so i put 'a new journal' on my shopping list ^_^

☆ taking the bus to school everyday. this might seem kinda stupid but its actually something that i think wil help me a lot. i could go by car but since i have friends that go to the same school as me going with them would just be more fun than with my dad. the biggest downside of this is having to wake up at 5am to get ready but i feel like that might help with my schedule since nobody else in my house is up by that time and i have all the time to get ready.

°:. *₊ ° . ★ . ° ₊ * .:° °:. *₊ ° . ★ . ° ₊ * .:°

this part is all just abt looks, habits and social life and lumping them in all together just cause its really not a lot for each one.

☆ buying good makeup products that are also affordable. i do my makeup everyday its part of my routine and like a lot of products that r considered high quality and long lasting are very expensive and i just cant spend 40 euros on a foundation. so i have made myself a list of products that i need to restock on and that arent more expensive than like 20 euros.

makeup part of the shopping list:

☆ looking after my skin more. getting a good moisturizer, spf, never going to sleep with makeup still on and drinking enough water should be enough for me since my skin doesnt really break out

☆ being more mindful of what clothes i RLLY wanna wear. im very picky with my clothes usually but a lot of the clothes ive been getting recently arent exactly like 'perfect pieces' and they dont rlly go with a lot of my wardrobe. so just being more midful of what i buy and how much i spend on it

☆ checking what i eat. my method for this might be kinda weird ig but it works for me. i have a lot of go-to foods. i have a favourite thing that i get for everywhere like grocery store, vending machines, fast food, restaurants and it hit me recently that the stuff i eat is very calorie dense. and not that theres anything wrong with that but i dont wanna be eating very unhealthy without even noticing it. so i wrote the recommeded daily calorie intake for my height and weight and the ammount of calories in the foods i usually eat. i dont track my calories and most my actual meals are homecooked and i cant know the calories of them. im not like prohibitinv myself from having high calorie foods i just dont want to be eating them all the time carelessly.

☆ occasionally buying stuff just for fun. allowing myself to get new jewelry or purses or just like stupid stuff like pens and keychains just for like enrichment ig. its not rlly that deep but it just makes me happy for awhile

☆ saving money. this one is more of a like 'would be cool if i manged to do this' cause i am not good at saving money at all but i wanna save up enough for a student exchange program. so i need around 4000 euros saved up just for that and on top of it a couple hundred for my personal expenses

☆ spending more time with my friends. ideally i would go out at least once a week but idk if that would work given how busy i could get. i wanna show people i value them more and spend more time with them and buy them gifts and all ^_^

☆ being more open and sociable. ive had rlly hard times fitting-in in the past cause i didnt rlly talk to people in fear of bothering them. i realized that not talking to people just reads as being weird for others so i wanna talk to people more and try to be more nonchalant and less nervous in conversation. i also just wanna like be nice without letting people walk all over me.

and thats pretty much it i think!!

[rabbitcruiser]

National Don’t Fry Day

National Don’t Fry Day is celebrated on the Friday before Memorial Day (last Monday of May), which falls on May 24 this year. And yes, the pun is intended. It has been designated by the National Council on Skin Cancer Prevention as a reminder for everyone to protect their skin as they usher in the summer and prepare to enjoy the great outdoors. It is also to raise awareness about sun- safety methods and all the harmful effects that overexposure can have. According to the organization, the motto for National Don’t Fry Day is ‘Slip, slop, slap and wrap’ — slip on a shirt, slop on sunscreen with the appropriate SPF (30 +), slap on a wide-brimmed hat, and wrap some cool shades on those eyes!

History of National Don’t Fry Day

National Don’t Fry Day falls on the Friday before Memorial Day because the long weekend is usually a time when people like to celebrate the outdoors by taking trips to the beach or enjoying other outdoor activities in the sun. It was first founded in 2008 by the National Council on Skin Cancer Prevention, along with partner organizations, to raise awareness about the risks of UV-ray exposure in correlation with high incidences of skin cancer. Its purpose is to educate the public about practicing sun-safe methods while still being able to enjoy the summer sunshine and to help reduce the rate of skin cancer.

Apparently, some statistics say that every hour, someone in America dies of skin cancer, therefore we cannot afford to take it lightly. There are several types of skin cancer, with melanoma being the deadliest, and basal cell carcinoma being the most common. The good news is that early detection of skin cancer can help cure it, so following protective measures and keeping an eye on your skin is more than enough to keep the risk at bay.

There are those who may be worried that having to take these precautions may turn them into vampires, but they need not fear. Something as simple as checking the UV index before going outdoors and avoiding the sun at midday (when it’s at its peak), are steps that do not hamper most activities. It’s also important to allow your body to naturally produce vitamin D by soaking up pure sunshine for about 10–15 minutes a day. When it comes to sunscreens, the best way to go is organic — but do not rely only on sunscreen to protect you. It needs to be thickly reapplied, every two hours, and don’t forget to also invest in some SPF chapstick to protect your lips.

National Don’t Fry Day timeline

1801UV Rays are Discovered

German chemist Johann Wilhelm Ritter discovers ultraviolet light and its part in sunburn.

1804Melanoma is Discovered

Melanoma is discovered by the inventor of the stethoscope, French physician René-Théophile-Hyacinthe Laënnec.

1837First Melanoma Documented in America

Dr. Isaac Parish documents the first case of melanoma in North America, in a 43-year-old widow in Philadelphia.

1936L’oreal Markets the First Sunscreen

French pharmacist Eugène Schueller, founder of L'Oréal, releases the first commercial sunscreen.

How to Observe National Don’t Fry Day

Get creative and spread awareness

Support parks and rec organizations

Grow some aloe vera

Why not create your own fun version of ‘Slip, slop, slap and wrap’ on Tik Tok or Instagram to remind people about sun safety measures, as well as to spread awareness about the risks of UV ray exposure. Follow important pages or accounts on skin cancer prevention and help get the message out. Technology can really be our friend sometimes.

Become a member of the National Council on Skin Cancer Awareness and recognize National Don’t Fry Day by purchasing an automatic sunscreen dispenser to help parks and outdoor recreational centers dispense free sunscreen to their visitors. Help the movement grow.

We cannot praise this humble succulent enough, which has innumerable benefits for the skin and the body in general. Not only is it easy to grow indoors and out, but it’s also a natural air purifier and is great for soothing skin that may be a little too sun-kissed. Don’t just take our word for it, try it yourself!

5 Simple Steps To Keep You Sun Wise And Protected

Avoid tanning

Be generous with sunscreen

Seek shade

Get Vitamin D safely

Protect your body

Many tanning beds and sunbeds use harmful UV rays, and the damage outweighs the aesthetic appeal.

There’s a reason the word slather is frequently used with sunscreen — apply it even on cloudy days.

Don’t throw shade, but do seek it, especially between 10 A.M. to 4 P.M.

Vitamin D can be gained through alternate means, like supplements and foods that are rich in it.

Protective clothing and accessories can also be very chic, and less is NOT more in this case.

Why National Don’t Fry Day Is Important

It builds awareness about skin cancer

It encourages preventative action

It holds product companies accountable

Despite the rather light-hearted name given to this day, it addresses a serious topic that is relevant to people of all skin tones and ethnicities. National Don’t Fry Day is an important step in the right direction towards educating people about the very real risk of skin cancer, and it can help with prevention too.

Through the efforts of organizations like the National Council on Skin Cancer Prevention to spread awareness and tips for staying sun-safe, people can take control and lower the risk of cancer in their own lives and the lives of their loved ones.

Through its reach on social media platforms and other avenues, National Don’t Fry Day can help hold cosmetic and pharmaceutical companies accountable for the sun-protection products they sell, thereby having a beneficial impact on these industries as well.

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National Heat Awareness Day 

National Heat Awareness Day is observed annually on the last Friday of May, which falls on May 27 this year. National Heat Awareness Day is an effort by the Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA) and the National Weather Service to alert workers, employers, and the public at large about the (preventable) health dangers related to heat, in order to reduce the overall rate of illnesses and deaths caused by it. This day was specially founded as a reminder that many outdoor workers or laborers are at risk of serious heat-induced conditions like heat exhaustion, dehydration, heatstroke, and even death. We bring you tips on how spreading awareness about these conditions and their prevention can help mitigate such unnecessary medical emergencies.

History of National Heat Awareness Day

National Heat Awareness Day was founded by the Occupational Safety and Health Administration and the National Weather Service, an agency of the U.S. Federal Government. While there is no record of its first observance, the importance of this day and what it stands for is why we are including it.

The reality is that every year, in the U.S. alone, people suffer and die from heat-induced illnesses, which could easily have been prevented with the right protective measures and intervention. Groups that are especially vulnerable to heat are outdoor workers (like farmers and manual laborers), young children, elderly adults, people with chronic medical conditions, and pregnant women. Heatwaves have been on the rise over the past few decades, with a definite correlation to climate change and the crisis of global warming. In the U.S. itself, recent history shows the shocking death toll due to heatwaves. While various measures are being taken to adapt to rising temperatures and humidity, there is a need for awareness to be spread in order to mitigate the losses.

Therefore, this day was created in order to spread awareness to overcome the high-temperature-related issues. This day is also observed to encourage the consumption of water to avoid heat-related illness. Americans seem to still underestimate the health risks related to conditions of extreme heat or temperatures, even though it’s the deadliest weather condition in the country. With factors like pollution causing temperatures to rise earlier each year, the onslaught of the heat of summer is coming faster every year. For this reason, it is imperative that the nation at large begins to sit up and take notice of the fact that there are many groups in need of protection from an unexpected killer.

National Heat Awareness Day timeline

1600s The Term ‘Heatwave’ is Born

The term heatwave originates in America.

1980 Heatwaves Turn Deadly

A heatwave kills 1,250 in the U.S.

1995 Chicago’s Killer Heatwave

A heatwave in Chicago kills 700 people.

2003 Worst Heatwave in Europe

A heatwave across Europe becomes responsible for over 50,000 deaths.

How to Observe National Heat Awareness Day

Chug, chug, chug that H2O

Commit to protecting the vulnerable

Get the word out

Dehydration is one of the most preventable things, which, if left ignored, can lead to more serious health issues. Therefore it is recommended by experts everywhere that eight glasses of water a day is a good standard to maintain. Not only does your body stay hydrated, but water also helps flush toxins out of the body.

There are many online campaigns and grassroots petitions being signed to support the need for outdoor workers to have adequate laws to protect them from heat and other work- environment-related health hazards. Read up and get involved, because every voice does matter!

With powerful tools like social media at our disposal, we can rally our communities (both virtual and real) to spread awareness about the very real risks of heat-related medical conditions that could affect anyone at any time. Train yourself and someone you know to recognize the signs and take action — a little bit can go a long way.

5 Tips On Beating The Heat This Summer

Stay hydrated

Keep your fashion light and breezy

Slather on sunscreen

Avoid going outdoors in peak times

Limit your activity

The manifold benefits of drinking enough water and fluids cannot be stressed enough.

Wear loose-fitting and lightweight clothing, made with breathable fabrics like cotton.

The importance of sunscreen as protection against the sun is never going to get old.

Avoid stepping out into the sun during its peak hours, especially without protection.

Leave the intense workouts for early mornings or nights, and take it easy during the midday heat.

Why National Heat Awareness Day Is Important

Lobbies to protect the vulnerable

It educates us on prevention methods

It resonates with people everywhere

Several years ago, OSHA began a Heat Illness Prevention Campaign to spread awareness about the dangers of working in conditions of extreme heat. Their petition for change could be boiled down to three simple demands for workers — shade, rest, and water. The onus falls on employers to ensure that their workers are receiving these basic requirements and are being protected from extreme heat and other hazardous conditions.

By reinforcing such basic preventative measures, National Heat Awareness Day brings the reality of things we take for granted (like water) to the forefront and makes us more mindful of our own health.

Heatwaves and heat-related health issues are on the rise all over the world, thanks to climate change. Therefore the message of National Heat Awareness Day is relevant to people across the globe, especially as many nations do not even have access to resources like drinking water and electricity. It opens one’s eyes to the larger realities of social injustice and climate change.

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[cleverhottubmiracle]

When it comes to skincare, many of us feel confident in our basic routines. Cleansing, moisturizing, and applying sunscreen have become second nature. However, when it comes to addressing specific anti-aging concerns, we often overlook certain areas that require extra attention. The forehead, under the eyes, and neck are among the first places to show signs of aging, yet they sometimes fall outside our daily skincare rituals. These delicate zones are particularly prone to wrinkles, sagging, and discoloration over time, which is why they deserve targeted care. By adding products designed to address these areas, you can not only maintain a youthful appearance but also proactively prevent further damage. Whether you’re in your 20s, 40s, or beyond, incorporating anti-aging treatments into your skincare regimen can make a significant difference. These targeted solutions help improve skin health, promote a glowing complexion, and ensure that the signs of aging are kept at bay for years to come. After all, healthy, radiant skin is timeless—no matter your age. Nurturing Your Skin at Every Age: The True Essence of Anti-Aging Photo: Yan Krukau/Pexels It’s essential to understand that anti-aging products aren’t just about reversing time—they’re about nurturing your skin’s vitality at every stage of life. While the term “anti-aging” can feel a bit polarizing, at its heart, it’s about enhancing skin health through hydration, brightening, and firming ingredients. These products don’t promise to erase the years but rather support your skin as it evolves. By incorporating active ingredients like retinol, ceramides, and hyaluronic acid into your routine, you can target common concerns such as fine lines, wrinkles, uneven skin tone, and sagging. 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Since the skin around the forehead and neck is more prone to early wrinkles due to frequent movement and sun exposure, a daily moisturizer with SPF is crucial. Apply it to both your face and neck each morning to enjoy smoother, more youthful skin. Consistent use can help prevent fine lines and enhance the overall texture and resilience of your skin. Many users praise its ability to keep their skin radiant and well-protected throughout the day, making it an indispensable part of your morning routine. #2. CeraVe Skin Renewing Retinol Serum Photo: @dayanacosmetics/Instagram Shop here Retinol is an essential ingredient in any anti-aging routine, and this serum from CeraVe demonstrates exactly why. Formulated with ceramides to fortify the skin barrier and hyaluronic acid for deep hydration, it works wonders to smooth texture and enhance resilience. The delicate undereye area, often the first to show signs of aging, especially benefits from this retinol-infused serum. Over time, it helps diminish the appearance of fine lines and crow’s feet while promoting a brighter, more youthful look. Ideal for anyone seeking to improve skin elasticity and radiance, this serum has quickly become a favorite among skincare aficionados due to its gentle yet powerful formulation. Incorporate it into your nightly routine and let the retinol work its magic while you sleep. #3. RoC Retinol Correxion Deep Wrinkle Serum Photo: @rocskincare/Instagram Shop here If you’re looking to combat deep-set wrinkles and fine lines, this lightweight serum is truly a game-changer. The powerful combination of retinol and glycolic acid works harmoniously to firm the skin and unveil a fresher, more even complexion. Despite its potent ingredients, this serum is gentle enough for sensitive skin, making it a versatile option for many. Users rave about its ability to reduce dark spots and enhance overall texture, cementing its place as a must-have in any anti-aging routine. Target areas prone to wrinkles, like the forehead and neck, and watch as this serum gradually diminishes the appearance of fine lines over time. Consistent nightly application allows the active ingredients to deeply penetrate, promoting cellular turnover and encouraging skin renewal. #4. L’Oréal Paris Revitalift Anti-Wrinkle + Firming Face and Neck Cream Photo: @living_cosmetics_tz/Instagram Shop here This rich, nourishing cream from L’Oréal Paris is expertly designed to target both the face and neck, making it the perfect solution for sagging skin and wrinkles in these often-overlooked areas. Infused with pro-retinol and Centella Asiatica, it works to restore firmness while providing intense hydration. The neck, in particular, is one of the most neglected zones in skincare, but regular use of this cream can visibly reduce the appearance of “tech neck” and vertical lines. Its non-greasy formula absorbs quickly, allowing it to seamlessly fit into your daytime routine under makeup or as part of your nightly regimen. Many users report noticeable improvements in skin elasticity within just a few weeks, making this cream a standout in the anti-aging category. #5. Olay Regenerist Micro-Sculpting Cream Photo: @flawless_formulations/Instagram Shop here Olay’s Regenerist Micro-Sculpting Cream is a standout in the anti-aging category, renowned for its ability to visibly lift and firm the skin. Packed with powerful ingredients like hyaluronic acid, amino peptides, and niacinamide, this cream hydrates and plumps, restoring a youthful glow. Its lightweight yet deeply moisturizing formula is ideal for daily use, especially in areas like the forehead and undereye, where skin tends to lose volume over time. Users rave about its transformative effects, noting improvements in fine lines, skin texture, and overall radiance. With consistent use, this cream helps firm and sculpt the skin, giving you a refreshed, youthful appearance. #6. StriVectin TL Advanced Tightening Neck Cream Photo: @strivectin/Instagram Shop here For those focused on combating neck aging, StriVectin’s tightening neck cream is a top-tier choice. This rich, luxurious formula is designed to firm and lift sagging skin while smoothing out horizontal necklines. Powered by NIA-114 technology, a patented form of niacin, it strengthens the skin barrier, offering long-term resilience against the signs of aging. To achieve maximum results, apply this cream twice daily to the neck and jawline, gently massaging in upward strokes. Over time, you’ll notice more contoured, youthful-looking skin, making this cream an essential addition to any serious anti-aging routine. Final Notes With so many anti-aging products on the market, it can be overwhelming to know where to start. The key is to select items that address your specific concerns—whether it’s hydration, firming, or smoothing. By incorporating these targeted formulations into your skincare routine, you can achieve healthier, more youthful-looking skin. Let these powerful products be the first step toward a glowing future, ensuring that your forehead, undereye area, and neck receive the care and attention they deserve. 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When it comes to skincare, many of us feel confident in our basic routines. Cleansing, moisturizing, and applying sunscreen have become second nature. However, when it comes to addressing specific anti-aging concerns, we often overlook certain areas that require extra attention. The forehead, under the eyes, and neck are among the first places to show signs of aging, yet they sometimes fall outside our daily skincare rituals. These delicate zones are particularly prone to wrinkles, sagging, and discoloration over time, which is why they deserve targeted care. By adding products designed to address these areas, you can not only maintain a youthful appearance but also proactively prevent further damage. Whether you’re in your 20s, 40s, or beyond, incorporating anti-aging treatments into your skincare regimen can make a significant difference. These targeted solutions help improve skin health, promote a glowing complexion, and ensure that the signs of aging are kept at bay for years to come. After all, healthy, radiant skin is timeless—no matter your age. Nurturing Your Skin at Every Age: The True Essence of Anti-Aging Photo: Yan Krukau/Pexels It’s essential to understand that anti-aging products aren’t just about reversing time—they’re about nurturing your skin’s vitality at every stage of life. While the term “anti-aging” can feel a bit polarizing, at its heart, it’s about enhancing skin health through hydration, brightening, and firming ingredients. These products don’t promise to erase the years but rather support your skin as it evolves. By incorporating active ingredients like retinol, ceramides, and hyaluronic acid into your routine, you can target common concerns such as fine lines, wrinkles, uneven skin tone, and sagging. Whether you’re looking to reduce hyperpigmentation, enhance firmness, or simply maintain a glowing complexion, there are formulations designed for every need. The key is to find products that suit your skin’s unique requirements while providing the right balance of nourishment and protection. Indeed, the best anti-aging regimen is one that supports your skin at every age, ensuring it remains healthy, radiant, and resilient. Here are some of the best anti-aging products that deliver exceptional results for the forehead, under the eyes, and neck… #1. Neutrogena Triple Age Repair Anti-Aging Daily Facial Moisturizer Photo: @shoppingate.pak/Instagram Shop here This standout moisturizer is expertly formulated to address three common signs of aging: wrinkles, loss of firmness, and uneven skin tone. With a powerful combination of glycerin and broad-spectrum SPF 25, it not only delivers deep hydration but also protects your skin from sun-induced aging. Since the skin around the forehead and neck is more prone to early wrinkles due to frequent movement and sun exposure, a daily moisturizer with SPF is crucial. Apply it to both your face and neck each morning to enjoy smoother, more youthful skin. Consistent use can help prevent fine lines and enhance the overall texture and resilience of your skin. Many users praise its ability to keep their skin radiant and well-protected throughout the day, making it an indispensable part of your morning routine. #2. CeraVe Skin Renewing Retinol Serum Photo: @dayanacosmetics/Instagram Shop here Retinol is an essential ingredient in any anti-aging routine, and this serum from CeraVe demonstrates exactly why. Formulated with ceramides to fortify the skin barrier and hyaluronic acid for deep hydration, it works wonders to smooth texture and enhance resilience. The delicate undereye area, often the first to show signs of aging, especially benefits from this retinol-infused serum. Over time, it helps diminish the appearance of fine lines and crow’s feet while promoting a brighter, more youthful look. Ideal for anyone seeking to improve skin elasticity and radiance, this serum has quickly become a favorite among skincare aficionados due to its gentle yet powerful formulation. Incorporate it into your nightly routine and let the retinol work its magic while you sleep. #3. RoC Retinol Correxion Deep Wrinkle Serum Photo: @rocskincare/Instagram Shop here If you’re looking to combat deep-set wrinkles and fine lines, this lightweight serum is truly a game-changer. The powerful combination of retinol and glycolic acid works harmoniously to firm the skin and unveil a fresher, more even complexion. Despite its potent ingredients, this serum is gentle enough for sensitive skin, making it a versatile option for many. Users rave about its ability to reduce dark spots and enhance overall texture, cementing its place as a must-have in any anti-aging routine. Target areas prone to wrinkles, like the forehead and neck, and watch as this serum gradually diminishes the appearance of fine lines over time. Consistent nightly application allows the active ingredients to deeply penetrate, promoting cellular turnover and encouraging skin renewal. #4. L’Oréal Paris Revitalift Anti-Wrinkle + Firming Face and Neck Cream Photo: @living_cosmetics_tz/Instagram Shop here This rich, nourishing cream from L’Oréal Paris is expertly designed to target both the face and neck, making it the perfect solution for sagging skin and wrinkles in these often-overlooked areas. Infused with pro-retinol and Centella Asiatica, it works to restore firmness while providing intense hydration. The neck, in particular, is one of the most neglected zones in skincare, but regular use of this cream can visibly reduce the appearance of “tech neck” and vertical lines. Its non-greasy formula absorbs quickly, allowing it to seamlessly fit into your daytime routine under makeup or as part of your nightly regimen. Many users report noticeable improvements in skin elasticity within just a few weeks, making this cream a standout in the anti-aging category. #5. Olay Regenerist Micro-Sculpting Cream Photo: @flawless_formulations/Instagram Shop here Olay’s Regenerist Micro-Sculpting Cream is a standout in the anti-aging category, renowned for its ability to visibly lift and firm the skin. Packed with powerful ingredients like hyaluronic acid, amino peptides, and niacinamide, this cream hydrates and plumps, restoring a youthful glow. Its lightweight yet deeply moisturizing formula is ideal for daily use, especially in areas like the forehead and undereye, where skin tends to lose volume over time. Users rave about its transformative effects, noting improvements in fine lines, skin texture, and overall radiance. With consistent use, this cream helps firm and sculpt the skin, giving you a refreshed, youthful appearance. #6. StriVectin TL Advanced Tightening Neck Cream Photo: @strivectin/Instagram Shop here For those focused on combating neck aging, StriVectin’s tightening neck cream is a top-tier choice. This rich, luxurious formula is designed to firm and lift sagging skin while smoothing out horizontal necklines. Powered by NIA-114 technology, a patented form of niacin, it strengthens the skin barrier, offering long-term resilience against the signs of aging. To achieve maximum results, apply this cream twice daily to the neck and jawline, gently massaging in upward strokes. Over time, you’ll notice more contoured, youthful-looking skin, making this cream an essential addition to any serious anti-aging routine. Final Notes With so many anti-aging products on the market, it can be overwhelming to know where to start. The key is to select items that address your specific concerns—whether it’s hydration, firming, or smoothing. By incorporating these targeted formulations into your skincare routine, you can achieve healthier, more youthful-looking skin. Let these powerful products be the first step toward a glowing future, ensuring that your forehead, undereye area, and neck receive the care and attention they deserve. 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When it comes to skincare, many of us feel confident in our basic routines. Cleansing, moisturizing, and applying sunscreen have become second nature. However, when it comes to addressing specific anti-aging concerns, we often overlook certain areas that require extra attention. The forehead, under the eyes, and neck are among the first places to show signs of aging, yet they sometimes fall outside our daily skincare rituals. These delicate zones are particularly prone to wrinkles, sagging, and discoloration over time, which is why they deserve targeted care. By adding products designed to address these areas, you can not only maintain a youthful appearance but also proactively prevent further damage. Whether you’re in your 20s, 40s, or beyond, incorporating anti-aging treatments into your skincare regimen can make a significant difference. These targeted solutions help improve skin health, promote a glowing complexion, and ensure that the signs of aging are kept at bay for years to come. After all, healthy, radiant skin is timeless—no matter your age. Nurturing Your Skin at Every Age: The True Essence of Anti-Aging Photo: Yan Krukau/Pexels It’s essential to understand that anti-aging products aren’t just about reversing time—they’re about nurturing your skin’s vitality at every stage of life. While the term “anti-aging” can feel a bit polarizing, at its heart, it’s about enhancing skin health through hydration, brightening, and firming ingredients. These products don’t promise to erase the years but rather support your skin as it evolves. By incorporating active ingredients like retinol, ceramides, and hyaluronic acid into your routine, you can target common concerns such as fine lines, wrinkles, uneven skin tone, and sagging. Whether you’re looking to reduce hyperpigmentation, enhance firmness, or simply maintain a glowing complexion, there are formulations designed for every need. The key is to find products that suit your skin’s unique requirements while providing the right balance of nourishment and protection. Indeed, the best anti-aging regimen is one that supports your skin at every age, ensuring it remains healthy, radiant, and resilient. Here are some of the best anti-aging products that deliver exceptional results for the forehead, under the eyes, and neck… #1. Neutrogena Triple Age Repair Anti-Aging Daily Facial Moisturizer Photo: @shoppingate.pak/Instagram Shop here This standout moisturizer is expertly formulated to address three common signs of aging: wrinkles, loss of firmness, and uneven skin tone. With a powerful combination of glycerin and broad-spectrum SPF 25, it not only delivers deep hydration but also protects your skin from sun-induced aging. Since the skin around the forehead and neck is more prone to early wrinkles due to frequent movement and sun exposure, a daily moisturizer with SPF is crucial. Apply it to both your face and neck each morning to enjoy smoother, more youthful skin. Consistent use can help prevent fine lines and enhance the overall texture and resilience of your skin. Many users praise its ability to keep their skin radiant and well-protected throughout the day, making it an indispensable part of your morning routine. #2. CeraVe Skin Renewing Retinol Serum Photo: @dayanacosmetics/Instagram Shop here Retinol is an essential ingredient in any anti-aging routine, and this serum from CeraVe demonstrates exactly why. Formulated with ceramides to fortify the skin barrier and hyaluronic acid for deep hydration, it works wonders to smooth texture and enhance resilience. The delicate undereye area, often the first to show signs of aging, especially benefits from this retinol-infused serum. Over time, it helps diminish the appearance of fine lines and crow’s feet while promoting a brighter, more youthful look. Ideal for anyone seeking to improve skin elasticity and radiance, this serum has quickly become a favorite among skincare aficionados due to its gentle yet powerful formulation. Incorporate it into your nightly routine and let the retinol work its magic while you sleep. #3. RoC Retinol Correxion Deep Wrinkle Serum Photo: @rocskincare/Instagram Shop here If you’re looking to combat deep-set wrinkles and fine lines, this lightweight serum is truly a game-changer. The powerful combination of retinol and glycolic acid works harmoniously to firm the skin and unveil a fresher, more even complexion. Despite its potent ingredients, this serum is gentle enough for sensitive skin, making it a versatile option for many. Users rave about its ability to reduce dark spots and enhance overall texture, cementing its place as a must-have in any anti-aging routine. Target areas prone to wrinkles, like the forehead and neck, and watch as this serum gradually diminishes the appearance of fine lines over time. Consistent nightly application allows the active ingredients to deeply penetrate, promoting cellular turnover and encouraging skin renewal. #4. L’Oréal Paris Revitalift Anti-Wrinkle + Firming Face and Neck Cream Photo: @living_cosmetics_tz/Instagram Shop here This rich, nourishing cream from L’Oréal Paris is expertly designed to target both the face and neck, making it the perfect solution for sagging skin and wrinkles in these often-overlooked areas. Infused with pro-retinol and Centella Asiatica, it works to restore firmness while providing intense hydration. The neck, in particular, is one of the most neglected zones in skincare, but regular use of this cream can visibly reduce the appearance of “tech neck” and vertical lines. Its non-greasy formula absorbs quickly, allowing it to seamlessly fit into your daytime routine under makeup or as part of your nightly regimen. Many users report noticeable improvements in skin elasticity within just a few weeks, making this cream a standout in the anti-aging category. #5. Olay Regenerist Micro-Sculpting Cream Photo: @flawless_formulations/Instagram Shop here Olay’s Regenerist Micro-Sculpting Cream is a standout in the anti-aging category, renowned for its ability to visibly lift and firm the skin. Packed with powerful ingredients like hyaluronic acid, amino peptides, and niacinamide, this cream hydrates and plumps, restoring a youthful glow. Its lightweight yet deeply moisturizing formula is ideal for daily use, especially in areas like the forehead and undereye, where skin tends to lose volume over time. Users rave about its transformative effects, noting improvements in fine lines, skin texture, and overall radiance. With consistent use, this cream helps firm and sculpt the skin, giving you a refreshed, youthful appearance. #6. StriVectin TL Advanced Tightening Neck Cream Photo: @strivectin/Instagram Shop here For those focused on combating neck aging, StriVectin’s tightening neck cream is a top-tier choice. This rich, luxurious formula is designed to firm and lift sagging skin while smoothing out horizontal necklines. Powered by NIA-114 technology, a patented form of niacin, it strengthens the skin barrier, offering long-term resilience against the signs of aging. To achieve maximum results, apply this cream twice daily to the neck and jawline, gently massaging in upward strokes. Over time, you’ll notice more contoured, youthful-looking skin, making this cream an essential addition to any serious anti-aging routine. Final Notes With so many anti-aging products on the market, it can be overwhelming to know where to start. The key is to select items that address your specific concerns—whether it’s hydration, firming, or smoothing. By incorporating these targeted formulations into your skincare routine, you can achieve healthier, more youthful-looking skin. Let these powerful products be the first step toward a glowing future, ensuring that your forehead, undereye area, and neck receive the care and attention they deserve. 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When it comes to skincare, many of us feel confident in our basic routines. Cleansing, moisturizing, and applying sunscreen have become second nature. However, when it comes to addressing specific anti-aging concerns, we often overlook certain areas that require extra attention. The forehead, under the eyes, and neck are among the first places to show signs of aging, yet they sometimes fall outside our daily skincare rituals. These delicate zones are particularly prone to wrinkles, sagging, and discoloration over time, which is why they deserve targeted care. By adding products designed to address these areas, you can not only maintain a youthful appearance but also proactively prevent further damage. Whether you’re in your 20s, 40s, or beyond, incorporating anti-aging treatments into your skincare regimen can make a significant difference. These targeted solutions help improve skin health, promote a glowing complexion, and ensure that the signs of aging are kept at bay for years to come. After all, healthy, radiant skin is timeless—no matter your age. Nurturing Your Skin at Every Age: The True Essence of Anti-Aging Photo: Yan Krukau/Pexels It’s essential to understand that anti-aging products aren’t just about reversing time—they’re about nurturing your skin’s vitality at every stage of life. While the term “anti-aging” can feel a bit polarizing, at its heart, it’s about enhancing skin health through hydration, brightening, and firming ingredients. These products don’t promise to erase the years but rather support your skin as it evolves. By incorporating active ingredients like retinol, ceramides, and hyaluronic acid into your routine, you can target common concerns such as fine lines, wrinkles, uneven skin tone, and sagging. Whether you’re looking to reduce hyperpigmentation, enhance firmness, or simply maintain a glowing complexion, there are formulations designed for every need. The key is to find products that suit your skin’s unique requirements while providing the right balance of nourishment and protection. Indeed, the best anti-aging regimen is one that supports your skin at every age, ensuring it remains healthy, radiant, and resilient. Here are some of the best anti-aging products that deliver exceptional results for the forehead, under the eyes, and neck… #1. Neutrogena Triple Age Repair Anti-Aging Daily Facial Moisturizer Photo: @shoppingate.pak/Instagram Shop here This standout moisturizer is expertly formulated to address three common signs of aging: wrinkles, loss of firmness, and uneven skin tone. With a powerful combination of glycerin and broad-spectrum SPF 25, it not only delivers deep hydration but also protects your skin from sun-induced aging. Since the skin around the forehead and neck is more prone to early wrinkles due to frequent movement and sun exposure, a daily moisturizer with SPF is crucial. Apply it to both your face and neck each morning to enjoy smoother, more youthful skin. Consistent use can help prevent fine lines and enhance the overall texture and resilience of your skin. Many users praise its ability to keep their skin radiant and well-protected throughout the day, making it an indispensable part of your morning routine. #2. CeraVe Skin Renewing Retinol Serum Photo: @dayanacosmetics/Instagram Shop here Retinol is an essential ingredient in any anti-aging routine, and this serum from CeraVe demonstrates exactly why. Formulated with ceramides to fortify the skin barrier and hyaluronic acid for deep hydration, it works wonders to smooth texture and enhance resilience. The delicate undereye area, often the first to show signs of aging, especially benefits from this retinol-infused serum. Over time, it helps diminish the appearance of fine lines and crow’s feet while promoting a brighter, more youthful look. Ideal for anyone seeking to improve skin elasticity and radiance, this serum has quickly become a favorite among skincare aficionados due to its gentle yet powerful formulation. Incorporate it into your nightly routine and let the retinol work its magic while you sleep. #3. RoC Retinol Correxion Deep Wrinkle Serum Photo: @rocskincare/Instagram Shop here If you’re looking to combat deep-set wrinkles and fine lines, this lightweight serum is truly a game-changer. The powerful combination of retinol and glycolic acid works harmoniously to firm the skin and unveil a fresher, more even complexion. Despite its potent ingredients, this serum is gentle enough for sensitive skin, making it a versatile option for many. Users rave about its ability to reduce dark spots and enhance overall texture, cementing its place as a must-have in any anti-aging routine. Target areas prone to wrinkles, like the forehead and neck, and watch as this serum gradually diminishes the appearance of fine lines over time. Consistent nightly application allows the active ingredients to deeply penetrate, promoting cellular turnover and encouraging skin renewal. #4. L’Oréal Paris Revitalift Anti-Wrinkle + Firming Face and Neck Cream Photo: @living_cosmetics_tz/Instagram Shop here This rich, nourishing cream from L’Oréal Paris is expertly designed to target both the face and neck, making it the perfect solution for sagging skin and wrinkles in these often-overlooked areas. Infused with pro-retinol and Centella Asiatica, it works to restore firmness while providing intense hydration. The neck, in particular, is one of the most neglected zones in skincare, but regular use of this cream can visibly reduce the appearance of “tech neck” and vertical lines. Its non-greasy formula absorbs quickly, allowing it to seamlessly fit into your daytime routine under makeup or as part of your nightly regimen. Many users report noticeable improvements in skin elasticity within just a few weeks, making this cream a standout in the anti-aging category. #5. Olay Regenerist Micro-Sculpting Cream Photo: @flawless_formulations/Instagram Shop here Olay’s Regenerist Micro-Sculpting Cream is a standout in the anti-aging category, renowned for its ability to visibly lift and firm the skin. Packed with powerful ingredients like hyaluronic acid, amino peptides, and niacinamide, this cream hydrates and plumps, restoring a youthful glow. Its lightweight yet deeply moisturizing formula is ideal for daily use, especially in areas like the forehead and undereye, where skin tends to lose volume over time. Users rave about its transformative effects, noting improvements in fine lines, skin texture, and overall radiance. With consistent use, this cream helps firm and sculpt the skin, giving you a refreshed, youthful appearance. #6. StriVectin TL Advanced Tightening Neck Cream Photo: @strivectin/Instagram Shop here For those focused on combating neck aging, StriVectin’s tightening neck cream is a top-tier choice. This rich, luxurious formula is designed to firm and lift sagging skin while smoothing out horizontal necklines. Powered by NIA-114 technology, a patented form of niacin, it strengthens the skin barrier, offering long-term resilience against the signs of aging. To achieve maximum results, apply this cream twice daily to the neck and jawline, gently massaging in upward strokes. Over time, you’ll notice more contoured, youthful-looking skin, making this cream an essential addition to any serious anti-aging routine. Final Notes With so many anti-aging products on the market, it can be overwhelming to know where to start. The key is to select items that address your specific concerns—whether it’s hydration, firming, or smoothing. By incorporating these targeted formulations into your skincare routine, you can achieve healthier, more youthful-looking skin. Let these powerful products be the first step toward a glowing future, ensuring that your forehead, undereye area, and neck receive the care and attention they deserve. 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