#how to apply sunblock

[housekeepinginfo]

The 5 Best Sunscreen: Find Your Perfect Protection

I've spent a lot of time researching and testing what is the best sunscreen, what is a good sunscreen, and what is the best spf sunscreen. I wanted to help you find the perfect sun protection for your skin. I talked to cosmetic chemists and dermatologists, and reviewed over1 90 sunscreens. This includes more than 25 reef-safe formulas and facial sunscreens.

[anothermansjeans]

ok but I just know someone in the youtube!reader universe has made a compilation of both reader and Spencer roasting each other and also of how many times Spencer says hey 😭

I LOVE THIS AHSHDND this isn't a real blurb but i threw together some of their roasts + a couple new ones!

cw: just my two loves roasting each other 🫶

wc: 392

youtuber!reader masterlist

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Video Title: 3 Minutes of Y/N and Spencer Roasting Each Other (lovingly?)

Clips from Y/N’s makeup voiceover:

“It looks like Y/N is putting sunblock all over her face. She’s not putting on the recommended amount which is about ¼ teaspoon. Many dermatologists recommend the ‘three finger rule’ when applying so that you know you’ve used enough.”

…

“She’s now putting concealer under her eyes and on red spots. I believe this is for color correction, but she should be using a shade of green to neutralize the red and then put concealer or foundation on.”

…

“Right! Okay, now she's using foundation. This shade looks to be a shade too dark though. Y/N, did you run out of your winter shade?”

…

“...She told me this helps her makeup stay on all day, but her skin produces oils throughout the day so it's likely this really only works for a couple of hours at most.”

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Clips from Y/N’s skincare routine:

“Well,” he began, looking back at the cameras and talking with his hands, “Sometimes, if I feel as though my pores had excreted more oil than normal and Y/N’s face wash is out, I'd use that, but more times than not, she's in bed before me so I’ll just use water.”

A pout formed on your face as you looked at the camera. “Terrible, I know.”

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Random clips from Y/N’s TikToks:

Spencer was walking by Y/N doing a yoga session as he said, “your form is wrong. You’ll be complaining about your back aching later and we now know it isn't from your posture while editing.”

…

Y/N was currently on a live, walking into their kitchen when she made a face, “Spencer and I should be looking into pest control here– it smells like something died–”

“That’s the food. I’m making dinner…”

Y/N looked up at him with wide eyes, “Sorry, babe.”

…

Y/N set up a game of “they're a 10, but…” and only described Spencer: “He’s a 10 but he waited to say ‘I love you’ until a month after you said it because he didn't know if he believed you actually meant it.”

“I don't get this game.”

“He’s a 10 but he cut his own hair without telling me and his boss roasted him.”

“I get it now.”

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[thefreakandthehair]

apollo, who?

prompt: beach day | pairing: steddie | wc: 1.5k | rating: teen & up | tags: eddie munson pov, athletic steve, post-canon fix it, pining, reciprocated crushes | written for @pearynice for the @strangerthingswritersguild April Fools exchange! 💕☀️🌊

There are three absolute truths when it comes to Steve Harrington: 

The first is that Steve is a gifted athlete. 

The second is that Steve was born to thrive in the summertime. 

And the third, much to Eddie Munson’s chagrin and horror, is that the combination of the first two truths will be his undoing. In public, no less, because the universe has apparently concocted a plan to let Eddie live but to make him suffer nonetheless. 

Unloading the van had been easy enough— Steve grabbing the cooler stacked to the brim with soda, water, and snacks and Eddie watching as he’d trekked through the sand to where Robin and Nancy set up their chairs and beach umbrella. Most of the kids were long gone already, staking their claim with blankets and towels a few feet away from Robin and Nancy, leaving Eddie to snag the sunblock he’s basically been made to swear a blood oath to Wayne that he’ll apply generously over his scars. 

He leans back over the passenger seat to grab it from the center console, along with his walkman and sunglasses, and when he turns back around, he stops dead. 

Steve’s shirtless.

In the span of ten seconds, Steve’s already shirtless on the beach, nothing but swim trunks hanging from his hips, and Eddie realizes he’s underestimated how fucking beautiful this sight might be. 

The edge of Lake Michigan laps at the rippled sands as Steve reels back and tosses a football that Eddie’s pretty sure materialized out of nowhere to Lucas a few yards down the shore. All of his freckles and moles and scars out on full display, the sun beats down on his tanned skin and uncharacteristically messy hair that Eddie’s watched slowly morph from chestnut to ash brown over the course of the season. 

As Eddie applies his stupid sunblock, he lets himself stare unnoticed. Lucas throws what Eddie assumes is a good pass if Steve’s celebratory, “Great spiral!” means anything and when he puts on his sunglasses, it’s more to shield the blinding light of Steve’s smile than the sun. Maybe it’s cliche, maybe it’s overdone and contrived, but Eddie can’t stop himself from comparing Steve to a Greek fucking God. 

Apollo, who? 

El appears next to Steve and Eddie continues to watch— about three layers of sunblock in at this point because he’s lost track— as Steve demonstrates something. Holding the football in one hand, he points at the laces and seems to check in with El for understanding before handing it over to her and adjusting her grip slightly. When she attempts to throw it to Lucas, it falls short and lands in the sand just a few feet away from where she and Steve stand. 

Eddie’s chest fucking swells as Steve trots over to grab it and simply hands it to her again, smile in place to counteract El’s pout. Three or four tries later, the ball flies straight enough for Lucas to catch it and Jesus H. Christ, Steve cheers like she scored a touchdown, or whatever the fuck it’s called. 

He can’t leave the side of the van. If he makes his way down to the beach, it’ll be all over for him. He’ll have to hide in the water the entire time, and now there’s too much sunblock on his face to blame the inevitable flush on sunburn. It’s fine, he can hang back. Everyone looks preoccupied anyways and with any luck, no one will notice he’s not enjoying the surf and sand with everyone else until it’s time to leave— 

“Eddie!” 

Right, he thinks to himself. I have no luck. 

Steve waves at him to come join, turning that sunshine smile directly at him and it’s a direct hit. Apparently, even on the opposite side of the sands, he’s still a goner. 

“Eddie! C’mon, what’re you waiting for?” He calls out again, both hands resting on his hips. 

It does nothing to quell his urge to stare at places friends aren’t supposed to stare at. As far as he knows, the only person to have picked up on his unfortunate crush is Nancy, who’d seemed to understand the importance of discretion and hasn’t said a word. If he can leave this beach day with his secret intact, he’ll chalk it up as a success. 

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’!” 

With a deep breath, he locks and slams the passenger door to the van and walks out onto the hot sand, barefoot with his sneakers in one hand, SPF 70 in the other, and sunglasses hung over his nose. Distantly, he recognizes the grittiness of the sand beneath his toes and the earthy scent of the freshwater stretching out for miles in front of him but more acutely, he just keeps his eyes on Steve. 

Please let these glasses be tinted, he thinks. 

“Finally, what the hell were you doing up there?” Steve asks when he makes it down the narrow path lines with tall grass. 

“Aw, did you miss me, Big Boy?” Eddie drones with a smirk. If he just acts normal, no one will know the difference. It’s not like Steve ever flirts back—

“And if I did?” 

He hasn't planned for that response. All he’s prepared for is a gentle eye roll, maybe a flustered laugh or furrowed brow, and now Steve’s shirtless, sun-baked, sweat dripping from his temple and suggesting he missed him. 

What the fuck. 

“Heads-up!” Lucas yells and Steve turns just in time to take two steps backward and catch the football coming in their direction. 

There’s no way for Lucas to have known he’d just saved Eddie from something horrendously embarrassing, but he’ll find a way to thank him all the same. 

“Ever throw a football?” Steve holds the oblong ball in one hand, wiggling it at shoulder height with a grin. “I taught El how to throw a spiral, so I think I can teach you, too.” 

Okay, actually, he’s still being subjected to something humiliating. 

“Sports have never really been my—”

“Don’t start with that, c’mere. It’s easy.” Steve gestures with a nod of his head for Eddie to join him further out on the beach and like a satellite to its orbit, he follows. 

It takes way more attempts than it did El— something Max was all too quick to point out loudly— but he does eventually throw something that Steve considers a spiral. Maybe it would’ve taken fewer tries if Steve hadn’t insisted on standing directly behind him, adjusting his stance and grip with his chest damn near pressed against Eddie’s back. 

Of all the unfair cards life has dealt him, this has to be the worst. More than once, he makes eye contact with Nancy who raises an eyebrow and smirks before returning her attention to whatever she and Robin are talking about. 

Probably him. Him and Steve and his dumb, dumb, dumb crush that’s ruining his life. It’s fine. 

When he finally throws the ball at an acceptable angle, Steve claps him on the shoulder and stands next to him, effectively draping an arm over both shoulders. 

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

He swallows and turns, breath catching his throat. All of the sun has brought Steve’s freckles to the forefront, a shade darker than usual with new tiny pinpricks of color appearing along his nose with a faint pink hue along his cheekbones. 

If they weren’t in public, he’d do something very, very stupid. Instead, he clears his throat subtly and finds words. 

“Sure, yeah, I’m a regular sports guy now, Steve. Guess I’ve gotta find something to teach you, huh? Y’know, return the favor?” 

“I’ve always wanted to learn guitar. You can show me the basics some time. Or uh,” Steve grins and lowers his voice. “I’m sure there are some other things we can learn together.” 

Eddie’s fully lost track of how many times he’s been caught off-guard so far today, but this one takes the cake. Steve’s fucking flirting with him. Actually flirting with him. Beating him over the goddamn head with it, really. 

“Yeah! Yeah, uh, yeah,” he repeats, smooth. “To both, I mean. Yeah, to both.” 

Steve squeezes his shoulder and unravels his arm with a hopeful expression. 

“We’ll talk more when we aren’t surrounded by nosy shits, especially those two,” Steve nods at Robin and Nancy who wave with their fingers. “In the meantime, race you to the water?” 

“What is it with you jocks?”

He barely has time to get the question out before Steve takes off, plunging into the water a solid foot before Eddie even reaches the shore. 

“That’s cheating, Harrington!” He bellows, running through the sand to join him, heart thundering between his ribs and head still spinning from what just happened. 

“Sounds like what I’d expect from someone who just lost,” Steve shoots back, taking a breath and submerging himself before popping back up. 

Hair slicked back with the freshwater of Lake Michigan, Eddie watches as Steve runs both hands through it, then down his face and back into the lake. Water droplets glisten off his skin and Eddie wades a little closer, finding Steve’s hands once they’re submerged enough to disguise it. 

“Oh, contraire,” Eddie muses. “I feel like I just won.”

[lizzy019]

hi! i was wondering if you could do a beach day smut with johnny please! where he is obsessed with reader/ they are both obsessed with each other..so they both oggle each other in their swim attire..

thank u! c:

HAHAHAHA YES YES YES yES it's not rlly smut but it's kinda dirty :)) no s3x!! this is also with fem!reader

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Beach days were always fun; the dressing in pretty bikinis, the tanning, playing around with friends and even swimming! But it felt different when you had someone's eyes on you.

Sure, you and Johnny have been dating for a good while now, but it felt strange how he eyed you like candy. Now, you couldn't exactly complain, having a pretty pair of eyes on you made you feel like you were the damn star on the beach. You in your pretty frilly bikini, exposing so much skin...

Johnny had never considered himself a perverse man, he liked women in a way that highlighted their personality, how they held themselves and how they conveyed emotions. But damn, if he didn't want to lay his hands on you and fucking take you right then and there.

But then you asked that damn question that he knew was coming, yet it still rattled him.

"Can you put sunscreen on my back? I don't wanna burn..." You asked him so calmly, so serenely that he almost broke.

But without reluctance, Johnny nodded and got close to you and grabbed the bottle of sunblock in your hand. A cold glob was applied to your back, and you jumped a little before laughing in embarrassment for your reaction.

But you melted into his touch, shoulders unclenching and back relaxing as you let his somewhat chilly hands rub the cream into your skin. You sighed in contentment, Johnny was convinced that was the softest sigh he'd ever damn heard from you.

His hands felt nice on you, his thin and nimble fingers worked diligently to get the sunscreen all on your shoulders, the plains of your back, even just at the nape of your neck... it was thoughtful.

But you were losing your goddamn mind.

Johnny– with his upper body exposed to your hungry eyes– was behind you. You could literally just hop onto his lap and grind on him, it was so close to achieving.

No, you were in public. That would be weird, insanely weird.

Johnny was quick to finish up, giving the soft skin of your now creamed shoulder a soft kiss. You giggled shyly, but relished in the tender action. He was so sweet!

"You look so... pretty, sugar. Did y'come lookin' all done up f'me?" Johnny inquired innocently, chin resting on your shoulder as he watched the beach that was a few metres ahead.

You felt as if you were caught red-handed as bis arms looped around your waist. Well, duh! Why wouldn't you try to look good for someone you loved so much? That went against your morals.

"Well, 'course I did!" You replied pridefully, chest puffed up sarcastically before you giggled and eased back. But then, you asked rather shyly, "...Do you like it, then?"

Johnny almost laughed at the stark contrast you could pull off. Cocky one minute, worrisome the next.

"Why wouldn't I? Look atchu... so pretty, sugar." Johnny murmured the words, but somehow his words spoke volumes to you. That made you feel a lot better than you initially had.

You grinned, innocently at first, but your expression shifted as your hand dug into his thigh. It slowly crept upward, and Johnny knew darn well what you were trying to get at. But did he stop you? No, not yet at least.

Your hand met his soft crotch, the texture of his swimwear cold as your hand loosely felt for the shape of his cock. That's when his hand swatted yours away, like a tease. He was teasing you.

"Nuh-uh. Not until we get back. We're at a beach, the sand is dirty, too many people... we'll do it at your place. My parents'll get mad at me." He murmured, but pressed a few light and loving kisses to the skin of your shoulder.

You sighed as he did so, your head lulling back to expose the flesh a little more. But Johnny didn't continue, he simply watched the water wave and flap over the shore before retreating and doing everything all over again.

This was a nice way to spend a beach day, his pretty darling all bundled in his arms looking all perfect, while the warmth of the sun cascaded his terracotta skin. Yeah... this was nice. He'd prefer this over a day in the lot.

[human-otp-prompt-generator]

Beach Date OTP Prompts

They collect seashells together.

Or A collects them for B as a gift.

They build sandcastles together.

A buries B up to their neck in sand for fun.

They go swimming together.

A doesn't know how to swim. B teaches them.

A is scared of the water. B helps them get over their fear.

They have a picnic.

^ except the wind starts to blow everything away and they have to frantically clean up.

They take a long walk (bonus points if it's early in the morning or late at night when no one else is around).

They apply sunblock on each other (bonus points if they're not used to touching each other that way, creating some awkwardness).

A is self-conscious about their beach body. B assures them that they're beautiful.

They go surfing together.

Before the date, they go shopping for swimsuits and other beach necessities together.

[scientia-rex]

Do you have any moisturization tips? :0

Oh DO I!

Listen, skin has two jobs: keeping you in, and everything else out. Skin has to do a lot of complicated stuff to make that happen. Skin is chock full of glands and pores and whatnot. There's dermis (deeper layer) and epidermis (shallower layer), and 99% of what we're doing from the outside is about the epidermis.

Epidermis grows in as layers--there's a bottom layer that has cells that will just keep dividing forever, and then the cells that divide off that layer will start getting pushed up towards the surface of your skin. As they get pushed up, the cells get flatter and more keratinized and eventually dead.

That "stratum basal" is where you have your forever-dividing cells. So when you start something like Accutane, you can't transform the skin layers above it--you can only start affecting the skin as it marches upward towards its death and flaking off, so you have to give it months to take full effect. And we NEED to have some dead skin. It protects us.

Skin cells have proteins that hold them to each other. The goal is to form a watertight barrier. We need to keep water in because we are basically bags of water. Different protein issues (largely genetic) can cause different skin diseases.

Our skin also has glands that make protective oils (forming a powerful anti-bacterial barrier and trapping moisture inside) and sweat (because we DO want to be able to get rid of water, but only when WE want to).

So here's the thing about commercial moisturizers: none of them can put moisture back in your skin. That's just not a thing. The very best thing they can do is keep further water from leaving your skin. This is especially important if you have eczema, where you stand a good chance (about 50%) of lacking ceramides, which are critical to forming the natural skin barrier. As water evaporates off the skin, it takes more water with it. We don't understand the other half of eczema. Psoriasis involves dysfunction of the keratinization process, which is why those plaques form.

So the best moisturizers are those that create a moisture barrier without evaporating more water off. Any moisturizer where alcohol is a significant ingredient is worthless. Vaseline, or straight white petrolatum, is the best moisturizer. It feels greasy because it is. Its job is to form a watertight barrier, and greasy chemical are a lot better at that than thinner, waterlike chemicals. Moisturizers with silicones, like Aveeno (dimethicone is the active ingredient--I know, the bottle says oatmeal, it's a liar), will provide a fairly robust barrier without as greasy of a feeling. Lanolin, from sheep's wool, is also a great ingredient for forming a barrier, which is why I like Neutrogena Norwegian Formulation. Natural oils like jojoba (the best of the bunch) can be moisturizing, but just FYI, they're a tiny fraction as effective as white petrolatum. Like, less than 10%. I'm too lazy to get up and find my Cosmeceuticals textbook to remind myself exactly how much. So if you want "all natural," resign yourself to worse.

BUT!!!! Your skin is not all the same! You have scalp skin, face skin, neck skin, trunk skin, arm skin, leg skin, skin around your genitals, skin of the palms, and skin of soles of the feet. And all of those can act different. So I can't say "apply Vaseline everywhere" because that might be too much skin barrier for your face--what if your face has oil glands that work perfectly well? What if we need a lighter, less occlusive moisturizer? That's where my personal hell was for the last ten years as I struggled to find a facial moisturizer I like! What if you have oil glands that are overproductive? You may need a totally different moisturizer than I need! No good way to figure it out except trial and error while paying close attention to ingredient lists.

Sunblock is also a good thing to have but as someone who doesn't wear it because a) I don't go outside and b) it always breaks me out, I feel hypocritical talking extensively about it. I wear "dad hats" (at least a 2" brim all the way around) and long sleeves while gardening. You should definitely still wear sunscreen, though. Do as I say, not as I do.

[jjtheresidentbaby]

hi hi <3 hope you're doing okay :) can u do a cg!rafe cameron x little!reader where reader gets minorly wounded, like after falling from their bike or something, and rafe patches them up? thank you <3

˚. ❝₊˚ sunburnt ❞ ˚₊·

» rafe cameron x reader

» a/n: I have an extremely bad sunburn rn so that’s what I went with hope you don’t mind

» warnings: rafe is rubbing product on reader’s back while they’re shirtless but it’s in no way nsfw, talk of the pogues watching over reader, little!sarah mentioned, cg!kie & cg!pope mentioned, cg!barry mentioned, post canon, pet names

You wince as Rafe helps pull your shirt over your head, revealing the worst sunburn Rafe has seen since Sarah got near second degree burns when they were kids, he winces right alongside you. Given for different reasons; you hate the feeling of the material sticking your your skin and causing even more pain to the tight skin, and Rafe because seeing just how bad things have gotten without him around pulls on his heart strings.

It was only a week. One week with the pogues, Sarah acting as your main caregiver but having to have Kie take over when Sarah slipped halfway through the trip you guys took to the mainland. It was- an eventful week, to say the least. Kie and Pope stepped up and were much better at applying sunblock regularly than Sarah in her own regressed state, but the damage was already done and both Kie and Pope looked more than worried when they handed you off to Rafe two days ago. You’re a little surprised he didn’t go off on them then and there.

“Hurts.” You mutter when Rafe runs his hands gently over your back, the way your skin is hot to the touch cause even more worry in Rafe’s mind. He really doesn’t want to have to take you to the hospital.

“I know baby, I’m sorry. I’m gonna apply some coconut oil and then we can go lay back down.” You’ve found the coconut oil works better than the aloe as it leaves your skin moisturized for longer.

“M’kay, can we watch a movie?” That’s all the two of you have been doing for the past two days.

By the time you were driving back to Rafe’s after being away from him for a week you were so homesick Jj had to keep his legs thrown atop yours so you wouldn’t try and climb to the front of the van to get John B to drive faster- it’d be an embarrassing moment to think of if it wasn’t all worth it when Rafe came into view as you rounded the corner to Tannyhill and saw Rafe sitting on the porch waiting for you. The house is technically his and Sarah’s but with Sarah spending almost all her time at the rebuilt chateau, it’s basically just Rafe’s place that acts as storage for some of Sarah’s stuff.

“Course, what do you wanna watch?” Rafe asks and rubs some more oil onto your bare back, making sure that he’s being as careful and soft with his touch as he can be.

“Moana?” A small smile creeps onto Rafe’s lips as he nods along.

“Didn’t we watch that yesterday?” You shrug.

“I like it. Can we ask Barry to come over and watch it with us?” Rafe is obviously your favorite person while you’re regressed but Barry is a close second, and the both of them together is perfect to you. They never fail to make you laugh just by the way they interact with each other and the sidebar jokes Barry shoots your way as Rafe tries to dismiss every word he says.

“Sure, sweet thing. Do you need him to pick up anything before he comes over?” You shake your head and lift your arms when Rafe comes to slip your shirt back on, it’s actually his own but it’s loose and cotton so it’s more comfortable on your skin.

“Not even some fries from The Wreck?” A quirked brow gets sent your way and you quickly scramble to climb into Rafe’s lap before he can pick up the phone to call Barry.

“Wait- wait, yeah fries, get fries.” You plead and Rafe hums along with an arm slipped around your waist to make sure you won’t fall off his lap.

“You sure? You just said you didn’t want anything… Barry will be here quicker if he doesn’t stop-.” You cut Rafe off with a serious look on your face that he finds undeniably cute.

“I lied, I want fries. I don’t care if Barry takes ten hours to get here, I want those fries.” It’ll really only add ten minutes to the route for Barry to go into The Wreck and order some food to-go.

“Okay, okay, I’ll make the call.” He soothes and grabs his phone as you lean back into his chest with a content sigh. Your back doesn’t hurt as bad as it did when you first came home and spending the day with your favorite people will help you forget just how much you missed Rafe in the first place.

[vodika-vibes]

Sunny Days

Summary: A year after the end of the war, you elect to bring Boss, your boyfriend, on vacation with you to someplace warm and tropical. But you were so worried about him having fun, that you forgot to take care of yourself.

Pairing: Clone Commando Boss x GN!Reader

Word Count: 825

Warnings: Reader is described as having an obvious sunburn

A/N: A short story today, I have a case of the Mondays, sadly, and don't really want to do anything. But I hope you all like it anyway.

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“Ow, ow, ow—” You wince as you lightly prod the angry looking, and feeling, sunburn on your shoulder. You swear you applied sunblock before you left the hotel room this morning.

You think.

Probably.

You lightly prod the burn again, and grimace.

Maybe you applied sunblock this morning, and then forgot to reapply it? That would explain the lack of blisters, at least.

“I’m back,” The hotel door swings shut, and you turn to peer at Boss as he walks over to you and drops a bag on the bed. “They didn’t have anything at the front desk, so I ran to a store down the street.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

He scoffs at your comment and sits on the bed behind you as he digs the bottle of aloe from the bag, “Of course I did. You’re in pain. I just wish I had remembered to pack some bacta—” He trails off as he opens the bottle and squirts some of the gel onto his hand.

“We’re on vacation, you shouldn’t have needed bacta,” You remind him, hissing in pain as he starts applying the gel to your shoulders. Even with his touch so gentle, it still hurts a lot.

“I can’t believe you forgot to apply more sunblock,” Boss mutters, more to himself than to you. “You made sure that I kept applying more sunblock.”

“I forgot,” You’re whining now, and he’s not impressed, judging by the look he shoots you through the mirror hanging on the wall, “Besides, you’re from a planet where it rains all of the time, and generally are fully covered in armor. I had reason to be worried.”

“Cyare—”

You twist on the bed and hold up a single finger, “Skin cancer is no joke, and no one is immune to cancer caused by environmental factors.”

“I’m not done, turn back around.”

You ignore his comment, “Do we need to have the cancer lecture again? We should have the cancer lecture again. Let me get my datapad for the slides—”

“No. We absolutely do not need the cancer lecture again,” Boss gently turns you so that your back is facing him again, “I remember what you said about it.”

“Are you sure? Because I really don’t mind.”

Boss lets out an amused laugh as he continues applying the aloe, “I thought you were here are my cyare, not as an oncologist.”

“I’m being both. Your cyare and an oncologist.”

Boss presses a light kiss to the back of your head, “I love you. You’re so smart. But you’re also the dumbest person I’ve ever met.”

“Hey!”

“You should have reapplied sunblock when you were drowning me in the stupid stuff. I would have been more than happy to rub lotion onto your shoulders.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

He lightly prods your side, “Do you? Then why didn’t you let me.”

“I just…” You trail off and squeak when he prods your side again, “I just wanted to make sure that you had a really good first vacation.”

“Is that why you’ve stuffed our days with various activities?”

“I thought you were having fun.”

“I am having fun. I’d have fun even if we spent the whole vacation locked up in here simply because you’re here.”

“...you’re a sap.”

“I’m in love.” He corrects, “Don’t be mean.”

“I love you too.”

He leans around you and presses a light kiss to your cheek, “I’m glad for it.” You hear the bottle of gel click shut, and then Boss tugs you so you’re sitting on his lap, “How about, tonight, we skip the whale watching or whatever it scheduled for today, and instead we order room service and just spend time together?”

“I don’t have a problem with that. But are you sure you’re okay with missing the boar tour—”

“I really, really just want you here.” His hand settle, lightly, on your hips and the other hand gently caresses your cheek, “It’s been a bit since we’ve been able to be alone together, hasn’t it?”

“Well, between my work and your work and all of your brothers—” You aren’t able to finish your sentence, as his lips press against yours, silencing your words with ease.

“Cyare,” He mumbles against your lips, barely audible even with how close you are to him, “Someday I’m going to make you my riduur.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, and tangle your fingers in his curls, “Not if I make you mine first.” You reply, without putting any space between you and him.

Boss grins, “It’s not a challenge, cyare.”

“Then you should have worded it differently.”

And then you yelp as Boss falls back on the bed, pulling you with him. His arms tight around you, and his gaze locked on your face, and his grin becomes a lot more mischievous. And you know that you’re in for a really, really long night.

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[polydamnory]

Poly D.A.M.N. Crew Headcanons (because I’m legally required to)

Once again, some of these could also apply outside the context of them being in a polycule and that works too lol

Freelancer will paint any of the others nails if they’ll let them (Hux and Gavin let them do it the most) 

Dear and Gavin made it a weekly thing to have lunch together on campus 

In the event that they were to all live together, Damien is usually the one in charge of  grocery shopping - mainly because of all of them, he’s the most particular about what brands they use for certain products/foods. Also you can’t tell me this man isn’t a master at budgeting/couponing. 

Damien and Huxley aren’t allowed to team up when they do chicken fights in the pool anymore - they’re both arguably some of the strongest of the group (they’re constantly working out after all) and after winning literally every time except against Gavin, the rest of them declared the rule that they have to team up with the others to make it fair. Hux just rolled with it but Damien still acts all cocky about it whenever it gets brought up. 

They try to do a movie night every two weeks and cycle through who gets to pick what they watch each time. Lasko made a chart to track it and everything. Lasko has also tried and succeeded only once in getting everyone to agree to a full on Lord of the Rings extended edition marathon despite trying again several times afterwards. Dear has been the only one to agree to do it again afterwards - not that the rest don’t like the movies, they just don’t think they’ll be willing to marathon them like that again. 

Gavin and Freelancer are the resident “distractors” and get kicked out of the kitchen fairly frequently because half the time they’re helping cook they end up “doing things” with the other person in there 👀

Huxley likes playing with the others hair if they’ve given the okay for it - he already knew how to braid and the like, but at some point he began learning how to do more complicated hairstyles and likes doing them for his partners 

Dear and Damien end up having to team up and ensure everyone else is wearing sunblock - Damien does not listen to Gavin when he says that as a demon he doesn’t need it, he has to put some on 

When struggling to find someone or something out in public, especially in large crowd, Huxley has gotten into the habit of just kind of grabbing one of his partners and putting them on his shoulder so they can get a higher vantage point 

Huxley came up with the idea that they should all show Gavin stuff they enjoyed from growing up, whether that be shows, movies, or going places typically meant for youths, because “just because you didn’t actually have a childhood doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get to experience one.” They took him to a bouncy castle park and got a good laugh at how uncharacteristically ungraceful he was. 

They all had to basically flee an ice skating rink when they all tried to go together. Gavin wouldn’t stop teasing/flustering Damien and he accidentally melted a portion of the rink. It was an unempowered run rink so the chance of them getting caught/blamed wasn’t too high but they all still ended up fleeing like their lives depended on it. 

They are all constantly stealing Huxley’s clothes to wear. It’d bother him if he didn’t think it was really hot to see them in it.

They've been trying to branch out in the types of games they play together and one genre they’ve been experimenting with is survival games. They’ve tried a few but the one they all seem to like the most is Raft and it gets chaotic. It’s not a strict rule or anything but they’ve also all sort of fell into their own unspoken roles for it: Huxley is always the go to for gathering supplies on islands, Damien’s typically either doing home defense or off trying to kill one of the hostile mobs (the poison-puffer always drives him crazy), Dear’s gathering the underwater supplies because obviously, Freelancer is in charge of gardening and cooking the food, Lasko’s on a hundred different websites and wikis making sure they don’t miss anything/actually know what they’re doing as well as navigation, and while Gavin spends most of his time pretty evenly helping everybody else out, he most often is gathering the supplies from the water, or, on occasion, fishing. (Sorry not sorry that this one only really makes sense to those who also play Raft/watch others play it lol)

[alectoperdita]

New Fanfiction: I need only us at the golden hour (3452 words) by Alecto

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler/Kaiba Seto Tags: Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Romance, Fluff, Crushes, Day At The Beach, Walks On The Beach, Kaiba Seto is Thirsty, Kaiba Seto is Bad at Feelings, First Kiss

Summary:

Sun, heat, teenagers—how could the beach not be miserable for the likes of Seto? Not to mention, Jounouchi's presence could be trying, especially when his hair was slicked back with seawater or skin dewy from sweat and shiny from sunblock... Maybe it wasn't all bad...

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This is a gift exchange fic for the talented @tenukiki, inspired by an art piece she shared with me of Kaiba and Jounouchi kissing on the beach. I hope this fic does the scene justice!

[anothermansjeans]

oooo i would LOVE if you could do a blurb where we see youtuber reader getting ready with spencer’s voiceover spliced in between your descriptions!

hehehe YES! i was wondering if anyone would have wanted to see it SO THANKS FOR GIVING ME A REASON TO WRITE IT!!

cw: fluff, spencer is a menace at times

wc: 599

youtuber!reader masterlist

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The engagement of your most recent TikTok was off the charts. It wasn't something that you normally thought about. Yes, making content was your job and what helped keep the bills paid, but you always did well enough to not have to worry (you're very aware and never take this for granted). There was just something about Spencer in your videos that made the views and comments skyrocket.

The video went as follows: it was a simple set up, you were at your vanity with your makeup setup, and you sent a smile and wave to your phone. A voiceover of yourself talking. “Hey lovelies, I’ll be doing my makeup but Spencer will be doing the voiceover! Okay, bye!”

The video continued on with you massaging spf onto your face, followed by some primer. “This is Y/N doing her makeup routine, even though I tell her every day she already looks perfect.” Your awe was heard after his statement. “It looks like Y/N is putting sunblock all over her face. She’s not putting on the recommended amount which is about ¼ teaspoon. Many dermatologists recommend the ‘three finger rule’ when applying so that you know you’ve used enough.” Your scoff could be heard in the background, but Spencer continued. “She’s now using another product with the name ‘elf’ on it. I believe this is a skin primer, which I learned blurs pores and smooths your skin so makeup can glide on.”

The video continued on as you went through putting on concealer, foundation, and contour. “She’s now putting concealer under her eyes and on red spots. I believe this is for color correction, but she should be using a shade of green to neutralize the red and then put concealer or foundation on. She’s now blending in the concealer very vigorously.” His next words were a bit softer, most likely looking directly at you when he spoke “you should have a lighter hand so bruising doesn't occur or worse, when you're blending on your eyelid the possibility of popping a blood vessel.”

Your giggles could be heard as well as your words, “okay babe, you're missing some of the video though.”

“Right! Okay, now she's using foundation. This shade looks to be a shade too dark though. Y/N, did you run out of your winter shade?”

“Spencer!”

“Sorry, sorry, now she’s blending again, still very harshly, but now she's using a darker shade to contour under her zygoma and on her mandible.”

The video went on with Spencer’s commentary sprinkled in. He knew exactly what each process was (you think he watches more of your videos than you originally assumed), and he would only roast you every other step. It was the end of the video when you were putting setting spray on and Spencer let out a sigh. “And the last step. I think. She’s spraying something on her face. She told me this helps her makeup stay on all day, but her skin produces oils throughout the day so it's likely this really only works for a couple of hours at most.”

Your grumbled voice could be heard after his. “Outro, Spence!”

“Thanks… for watching? Was that good? I don't know how to stop the recording, Y/N–”

And the video was over. People were obsessed with Spencer just from his voice alone. The quips were funny, his voice was a bit raspy, TikTok declared they loved him (and you– they were obsessed with this relationship). You had a feeling Spencer would be a lot more involved in your content from here on out.

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BONUS: some comments

@ user: HE KNEW SO MUCH??? 😭

@ user1: he's so sassy PLEASE...sassy man epidemic is REAL

@ user2: his...voice... girl i would die a happy death fr

@ user3: SHE'S GETTING COMFORTABLE WITH SHARING HIM WE'RE WINNING

@ user4: why is he DRAGGING you ever so slightly LMAOSHSJDJD

@ user5: yall are so cute i want what you have 🫶

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youtuber!reader taglist: @im-a-ghost666

let me know if you would like to be added or removed!

[itchytitss]

Thinking about taking care of scars and kissing with Shadowheart

It kills you to see Shadowheart struggling with the pain on her hand almost every day, waking up at night wincing, tossing and turning and sometimes and crying softly due to the pain and the constant reminders of her stressful past that it brings.

When the scar on her hand aches, you take her hand in yours and gently trace over the aching wound with your fingers. Softly and slowly rubbing soothing sensations into her traumatised skin. You know you can’t take the pain away from her, but gods do you try your absolute hardest to make her feel better and to let her know that you’re there.

You try to distract her with kisses. Because who doesn’t like kisses?

You take her scarred hand in yours and slowly bring it to your lips, your eyes locked with hers as you bend down to press a delicate kiss to the scar. She giggles at the soft and loyal gesture. Sometimes you close your eyes and let your lips linger there for as long as she’d allow, pressing final kisses up her arm as she tries to shoo you away with a chuckle and a roll of her eyes.

It took her longer than she’d like to admit to realise that when you would kiss her cheek, you were actually just kissing over her facial scar. Of course you can’t just neglect the rest of her face after that, so you pin her down while pecking sweet kisses all over her face. She can feel your smile against her skin as you loudly smack kisses all over her face with exaggerated mwahs! Only stopping once she’s a giggling, squirming mess under you.

In return, I imagine she’d treat your scars just like she treats the rest of your body. Sacred. A gorgeous, warm and soft gift to adore. You never thought about the hidden beauty of your scars until you met Shadowheart. You marvel at how easily she fell in love with your body, worshiping every inch like it’s second nature to her.

Shadowheart traces her dainty but strong fingers over your marks, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever she touches. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear and chuckling at how you shiver in pleasure.

While you cuddle, she absentmindedly rubs her thumbs over the scars. Humming along in acknowledgment while she listens to your various stories about how you got them. If you don’t want to tell her just yet, that’s okay. She won’t push. Though she’s curious, she respects your privacy as much as you respect hers.

Shadowheart kisses over them all, keeping eye contact as she moves over your soft, gorgeous body, starting from your legs and slowly making her way up to your forehead, making sure to pay attention to every inch of you.

“Your scars—“ She says in between kisses “—do not make you— any less beautiful.” She tucks your hair behind your ear as she finally presses a hot kiss to your lips.

If you have newer scars, Shadowheart will look after them with a detailed and thorough multi step routine. Being a cleric, she obviously knows how to tend to new wounds and deeply believes in keeping a good skin care routine. After all, the skin is the largest and one of the most important organs of the human body. She can’t have the person she loves be so neglectful to their own health.

Every day Shadowheart applies sunblock to your scars and bare skin, even if you try to shoo her away. She rubs nice smelling oils on your scars that she said helps the healing process. You’re not sure what it is or what it does specifically, but you can’t deny Shadowheart when she so desperately wants to take care of you.

She’ll never tell you, but you’re the first person she’s ever shared her routine with. Now every time she’s buying or mixing some new skin products, she always makes sure to get some extra just for you. She even makes sure to get the ones with your favourite smells💜

[bettysupremacy]

gahh im excited???!!

could i request a prompt with poly!marauders and reader at the beach? Helping each other put on sunblock (which by the way is adorable AND hot lol) after they settle down on the beach. I feel like one of the boys would try to make it all sexy or flirt or whatever but reader is super adamant about the how important sunscreen is (being sunburnt, cancer, ext.). EVEN if remus is only planning on lazing around under the shade of the umbrella with a book, reader WILL slather him in sunblock as well. Nobody is safe LMFAO

I am such a sunscreen girlie, you can't catch me outside without it on ;)

thank uu!!

-🫀

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

Bringing the boys to your childhood home was exactly what you’d imagined.

You’ve spent your time walking around the town, eating fried clams, and sipping lemonade. You’d find shade from the sun and sit with the boys, sharing the food clumsily. Remus would find a bookshop, Sirius would gravitate towards the music, and sweet James is content wherever you are. Though, he does like football night.

You’d bring sandwiches your mother made and sticky treats to eat on the sand of the beach, running into the sea and letting the waves crash over you. James is more fond of the ocean than the other boys, though they indulge you as well.

It feels nice bringing them a slice of your childhood here. Showing them where you spent your summers away from school with them, where little you scraped her knees and had her first kiss. The ice cream shop you used to sit in and the stretch of beach you’d unconsciously reserved as yours.

You sit on that stretch of beach peacefully with them now. Well, as peacefully as you can with them. You’re fussing, as Sirius puts it, over their physical wellbeing that they’re perfectly capable of protecting themselves. Whatever.

“Fuck,” Sirius gripes behind you. He’s dropped a tomato slice in the sand. You ignore him.

“You need to protect yourselves.” you ‘fuss.’ “Your skin is vulnerable.”

You’re reminiscent of your mother’s words growing up as you kneed in the sunscreen into James’ freckled back. He’s broad shouldered in front of you. Sun kissed, tan, and proud. He sucks juice out of a caprisun pouch loudly.

“If anything,” James puts in cheekily. “We need protection from you.”

"Y/N sunscreen," Remus hums, his eyes focused on his book. He lies on his stomach with his back directly under the blazing sun. You cringe, moving over to him with a warming a glob of sunblock in your hand before applying it messily over his back.

"What does that mean?"

Sirius laughs. “Cause you’re so hot.”

"Oh," you murmur, feeling warm under the sun's heat. That's the only reason.

Sirius sets aside his sandwich, leaning over Remus to kiss you. He tastes like sandwich and coke. Tomato and fresh burrata.

"It's not so much that the sun is hot," you explain as he pulls away. "It's more that your skin can't handle the ultraviolet radiation.”

“I love it when you talk sexy.” Sirius grins. Remus laughs from under you, his chest rumbling sweetly.

“You guys.” You whine.

"Stop," James murmurs lovingly, focused on undoing the parchment paper of his own sandwich. "She's flustered.”

“I’m not flustered.”

The waves crash behind you. They’re so loud and large this time of day, you’re surprised James is still here nursing a sandwich in small bites instead of running against the water with the board he found in your attic. You’d gone up there on the first day looking for things to busy yourselves with when he’d seen it tucked away in the corner. Remus had found scrabble and Sirius had refused to go into the ‘dust bunny room’. It was bad for his hair.

He’s is your next victim now. You crawl over to him, gripping his strong shoulders. “Getting freaky in public?” He asks.

“Protecting you from skin cancer.” You grab the bottle. “In public.”

“I’m turned on.” Sirius cheeks, peeking behind to look at you.

You laugh loud, startled. “Shut up.”

[xuterboo]

Incident on the beach

«Satan applies sunscreen heavily to keep his skin pale»

«Belphegor lies on a chaise lounge, under an umbrella. With sunglasses and comfort. Beleth arranges a place for him»

Beleth: Phew, I'm done

Sitri: Oh, you'll burn if you don't wear sunblock. It harms the skin. Here

«Sitri gives him a whole tube»

Beleth: Um.. thanks, but–

Belphegor: Leave him alone. Applying cream all over your body is tiring. He doesn't need it

Sitri: But there's a lot of sun here. He'll be hurt later

Belphegor: I won't repeat it twice...

Sitri: In that case, I'll anoint it myself

«Squeezing out a little, Sitri quickly passes her hand over Beleth's face, but he managed to move away, and Sitri touched his hand»

Beleth: Sitri, No need. I'm fine as is

Sitri: But–

Beleth: I'm fine

Sitri: Oh, okay. Sorry, I wanted the best, but I got carried away

«Everyone forgot about it and Belef didn’t wash off his sunscreen»

«That same evening, Baleth in front of the mirror with most of her tanned skin and a small patch of pale skin on her arm, face and neck»

Beleth: ....

Beleth: Fuck

The circumstances are a little strange, but how to explain such an uneven tan¿

[angelsouli]

want some? jiung fanfic

Fluff !! Beach day with p1harmony:) Jiung×reader, best friends to lovers(?), kiss/kissing. No warnings, idol setting.. 7th p1harmony member.

Story starts under the cuttt:)

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"Turn that radio down.." Theo orders as Keeho starts cranking up his music in the car. A 4hr road trip to a beach seemed like thee best idea to do with everyone on a day off but you haven't even arrived and you already sarcasticlly wanna go home..

Hearing members fight about what songs to play and how loud the radio should be just goes in one ear and out the other as you laugh to yourself, picking up your new watermelon lip balm you got for Christmas. You untwist the small tub and run your finger in it, swiping its clear texture across your bottom lip. You see someone watching you, so you look over and see jiung smiling in your direction as you're sat beside eachother in the back seat of the car.

"Want some?" You ask, facing the small pot in his direction. "No thanks, got my own" he proudly replies, pulling out a plain clear lip balm. "How boring.." you laugh, scoffing at his basic little lip balm that all men own, giggling as you see him apply it like men do. "How? It's simple yet affective.. and cheap!". The car fills with your laughter after everyone else finally stop fighting about the radio and starts relaxing before arriving to the beachy destination.

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"Do you need help applying that to your back?" Jiung asks, approaching you as you struggle to put sunscreen on your back. The beach is full of people getting burnt instead of getting tan.. laughing to yourself before you respond. "Yes please.. look at all these tomatos" you say, members laughing along with you as you point it out.

Jiung squirts some sunscreen on his hands before rubbing them on your back, his touch making you blush a little bit but you try play it cool and just let him be. "Thanks Ji", "no worries. Can you do me too?" He asks after he finishes with you, skin on your whole body now shiny and sticky from the heavy amount of sunblock. "Yeah, suree", squeezing sunscreen down his back before rubbing it in. Feeling Jiungs somewhat stiff back as you cover it in sun screen makes your heart beat a little but faster than usual, but you finish up quick and pass the sunblock to another waiting member. "Thank youu", "it's ok!".

Before running out to join everyone in the water, you apply your lip balm again. Its a small hassle having to get your bag out from under your towel, then getting the balm out from your bag and putting it away again but it's better than having constant dry lips.. (plus, the balm has spf 15). "Y/n hurry up!!" Jiung calls out with the other members before diving under the salty sea water, "and stop applying that lip balm that's all you ever d-" he tried adding, but gets splased by someone and starts laughing. "Coming!" You yell out, adjusting to the cold water before splashing and swimming about with everyone. The afternoon fills with fun memories and moments made with the group of people you're most close to in this world.. maybe all the arguments about silly things are worth it after all and before you knew it, it was time to pack up and go home.

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You're sat in your room after finally showering all the dryness and satlyness off you from the beach, doing your skincare infront of your mirror. Hearing a knock on your door, you open it and find Jiung standing outside with his stupid little chapstick again.. "Still can't believe you think this is a boring lip balm.." he complains, going on and on from before. "I just called it boring because compared to mine, yours is suuuper bland" you laugh, twisting open the pot of your watermelon one and applying more to your lips once again. "Whatever.." you both laugh as he stands in your doorway applying his basic chapstick awkwardly.

After finishing up your skincare, you flop into bed, Jiung still hanging around as he sits on the floor in your room. "You know you can sit on my bed, right?" You mention, giggling at him from the comfort of your fluffy blankets and nice pillows. Without hesitating, he gets up and plops himself towards the end of your bed and leans up against the wall.

"I really enjoyed the beach, you looked really nice" Jiung speaks sincerely, looking at you. He looks so good with this fresh black haircut.. in his pyjamas as he sits up against the wall. Blushing slightly, you smile.. "thanks Ji, I really enjoyed it too" you reply, sitting up against the wall beside him. Tension sparks between the two of you as you slowly but smoothly rest your head down on Jiung shoulder, his arm instinctively wraps around you. Again, blushing takes over your cheeks as you guys just relax like this, grabbing your lip balm again.

Jiung breaks the scilence. "What's up with you and that lip balm? I swear you re apply it every 5 seconds.." Jiung laugh, squeezing you slightly. "It smells really good and it's soo much better than your boring chapstick." "Suuuree".. stubbornness seems to be taking over him still as he doesn't want to admit that yours genuinely seems much nicer than his original balm. "Want some?" you offer for the second time today, facing the container to Jiung...

"Yeah ok... why not" Jiung laughs as he takes his arm away and props himself up more. Your heart kinda sinks, the close moment finally coming to an end.. but at least Jiung isn't being stubborn anymore. You laugh slightly, thinking Jiungs given in but you suddenly feel his hand against your chin, his eyes meet yours as you look up at him with surprised eyes but nice and soft lips, blushing slightly at his touch. You set the pot of balm down beside your leg as you look at Jiung confused, and before you can say anything you feel his lips agains yours.

You're filled with a mixture of excitement, happiness and confusion as you kiss him back, arms wrapping around his neck slightly as you kiss. After what seems like forever, he pulls away and smirks at your blushing face. "Is that what you meant?" he asks, smiling slightly as his finger wipes the edge of his now lip-balmed lips. "Well.. no, but im not complaining" you giggle, twisting the pot of lip balm you left open beside you earlier shut... guess he doesn't need it anymore.

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Helloooo!! If you've made it this far, thank you! This is my first ever time writing a fiction so im soso sorry if it sucks .. just had this random idea since I've gotten a new lip balm that I really like and use like every second of the day loll. Tyty for reading and supporting me !!🤍 lots of loveee 0:).

[justanotherrpmeme]

Prone to Sunburn starters

"I swear, I stepped outside for five minutes and now I look like a lobster." "Why didn't anyone warn me that the sun was this brutal?" "I'm staying under this umbrella all day. You guys can have fun in the sun." "Can someone please help me apply this sunscreen? I don't want to miss a spot." "Shade is my best friend today." "I can already feel my skin burning. Where's the aloe vera?" "I love the beach, but the sun really hates me." "I'm not being dramatic. Look at my shoulders!" "Do they make sunscreen stronger than SPF 50?" "Next time, I'm bringing a portable shade tent." "I thought I was safe with a hat, but nope, still burned." "Do you think they sell sunblock that’s 100% effective?" "This is why I prefer staying indoors." "If I get any redder, I'm going to look like a tomato." "I need a sunburn emergency kit. Anyone have one?" "Even my sunscreen got sunburned!" "How do people enjoy this without turning into fried bacon?" "I’m not built for this kind of weather." "Let’s just find an indoor pool next time." "I envy people who tan instead of burn." [SUNSCREEN] The sender carefully applies sunscreen on the receiver's exposed skin. [SHADE] The sender helps the receiver set up a large beach umbrella to create a shady spot. [ALOE] The sender gently rubs aloe vera gel on the receiver’s sunburned shoulders. [HAT] The sender places a wide-brimmed hat on the receiver’s head to protect them from the sun. [SLEEVE] The sender offers the receiver a long-sleeved shirt to wear at the beach. [REAPPLY] The sender reminds the receiver to reapply sunscreen. [WATER] The sender hands the receiver a bottle of water, reminding them to stay hydrated. [SWIM] The sender and the receiver wade into the ocean together. [COOL] The sender offers the receiver a cooling gel pad to soothe their sunburn. [ALTERNATIVE] The sender suggests moving to an indoor location to avoid further sun exposure.