#baking soda and vinegar everywhere

[kitwilsonsass]

in an incredibly shit mood

[i2sunric]

𝗬𝗢𝗨’𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗘 (s.jy)

unrequited love (but is it really?)

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PAIRING: bestfriend!jake x reader (f)

SUMMARY: you’d loved him quietly for so long, it felt like a part of who you were. but love, when unspoken, had a way of festering. it filled the silences, lingered in the spaces between you, and left you questioning everything.

WARNINGS: heartbreak, too little communication (barely one at all), reader watches from afar, jake is kinda a f boy (but make it romantically, lol), if only they confessed they’d be happy, lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 1st December 2024

WC: 2k

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NOW PLAYING: You’re losing me (From The Vault) by Taylor Swift

a/n: very low effort, i’m sorry

Middle school had been a maze of awkward hellos and the formation of friendships, but finding Jake had felt like finding your person.

He'd been the boy who shared his snacks with you when you forgot your lunch, sat beside you in class, whispering jokes that got you both in trouble, and the first person you called when something — anything — happened.

“You're stuck with me now," Jake had said that first day, his grin as bright as the summer sun.

His cheeks were round and he was wearing glasses while his brown hair fell onto his forehead, a beautiful mess.

"Lucky me," you teased, rolling your eyes. But deep inside, you had never felt luckier.

You weren't one to make friendships fast, all your attempts at small talks always ended up being awkward and uneasy, usually with you making a fool out of yourself.

You were glad Jake had been extroverted enough to adopt you.

You still remember the middle school science fair, which was supposed to be a showcase of brilliance and innovation—or so your teacher had declared with far too much enthusiasm. To you and Jake, it was more like a recipe for chaos.

The two of you had decided on making a volcano that would erupt using baking soda and vinegar. It seemed simple enough, but it was proving to be anything but.

"Alright, now we try," he gawked excitedly, holding high the plastic bottle that served for your volcano.

The construction-paper casing you had made in arts and crafts sat beside it, drying after unfortunate an incident involving too much paint.

"Wait," I said, looking at his hands where the measuring cup full was held. "How much vinegar did you put?"

"Uh…" He paused, looking suspiciously guilty. "I don't know. A lot?"

"Jake!" you groaned, trying not to laugh. "It's supposed to be precise! What if it explodes everywhere?"

"That's the point, isn't it?" he shot back, grinning mischievously.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile as Jake dramatically tipped the baking soda into the bottle.

For a moment, nothing happened, and the two of you leaned in closer, peering into the bottle like a pair of amateur scientists.

Then it happened.

With a loud whoosh, the vinegar and baking soda reacted with more enthusiasm than either of you had anticipated. The foam burst out of the bottle, spilling onto the desk and splattering onto your hands and clothes.

"Jake!" you shrieked, jumping back as the foam continued to pour out, dripping onto the floor.

Jake was laughing so hard he could barely stand. "It works!" he managed to choke out gasps for air.

“You're impossible," you said, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably as laughter bubbled out of you.

"Admit it," Jake said, wiping his hands on his already-ruined shirt. "This is way cooler than whatever the other kids are doing."

You shook your head, still smiling. "We're definitely getting detention for this."

"Totally worth it," he said, grinning at you.

Through the years, Jake had been your constant— your rock, your safe haven.

Along the way, your feelings changed. It wasn't his laugh that warmed your heart; it was how his hair fell in his eyes when he was focused on something, the way he would hold the door for you without a second thought, and the way he knew how you were feeling without your ever having to say anything.

But you kept those feelings locked away, terrified of what might happen if you said them out loud.

You thought that maybe, with all the high school matters and puberty hitting, Jake would grow distant from you.

You weren't as popular as him; you liked being on your own or with your small circle of friends, especially due to your awkward nature.

But, much to your surprise, your connection only got stronger.

The hallways were never empty, always alive with laughter, chatter, and the occasional sound of lockers slamming shut. You could usually maneuver them with ease, but today was different.

You could feel it— the weight of whispers, eyes darting toward you, and the kind of sharp-edged giggles that made your stomach churn.

You knew they were talking about you. They usually did.

“She's got Jake wrapped around her finger, and I saw her laughing and sweet talking to Sunghoon too. She wants everybody, uh?”

"I know, right? She's so clingy. It's so embarrassing."

The voices were muffled but not small enough, and their words pierced into you like small, jagged pebbles. You continued walking, trying to keep your head high, but it was hard to avoid the way their laughter trailed after you.

As you turned the corner, almost colliding with him, Jake leaned casually against your locker, waiting for you, just like he always did before class.

His smile vanished the instant he saw your face. "Hey," he said quietly, straightening up. "What's wrong?"

“Nothing," you mumbled, fumbling with your combination lock.

Jake's eyebrows furrowed, and he looked down the hall, where the girls were still whispering, their eyes darting between you and Jake. It didn't take him long to put the pieces together.

"Are they bothering you?" he asked, this time sharper.

"No," you said, lying, avoiding his eyes. "It's fine, let's just go to class.

Jake wasn't convinced. He stood there a moment, his jaw clenched, before turning on his heel and walking straight toward the group of girls.

"Jake!" you hissed, grabbing at his arm, but he was already out of reach.

"Hey," he said, his voice even but with a firmness to it as he came to a stop in front of them.

The girls froze; smug expressions faltered under his gaze. "Got something to say about my best friend?"

The hallway grew eerily quiet.

One of the girls, the ringleader of the group, stammered, "W-We weren't talking about her—"

"Right," Jake interrupted her, his tone heavy with sarcasm. "Because I definitely didn't just hear you." he sneered bitterly "Listen, if you've got a problem with her, you've got a problem with me. And trust me, you don't want that."

The girls looked at each other uneasily and then murmured something about needing to get to class, scurrying away.

Jake turned back to you, his expression softening when he saw the mix of embarrassment and gratitude on your face.

"You didn't have to do that," you said quietly as he walked back to you.

"Of course I did," he replied, slinging an arm over your shoulder as if to shield you from the rest of the world. "No one messes with you. Not on my watch."

It was the protectiveness in his voice that warmed your heart, and as the two of you walked to class together, you couldn't help but think that Jake had always been more than just your best friend— he was your safe place, your unwavering ally.

Starting university together had been exciting, a new beginning for the both of you.

New faces, new experiences, and yet the comfort of Jake remained the same. You still would study late into the night together, eat cheap takeout, and walk across campus under the streetlights.

Then Jake started dating.

It wasn't sudden. It began with a girl from his biology class, someone perky and charming.

Then there was a girl in his intramural soccer team, followed by a string of casual dates that never seemed to last long but still stung like tiny pinpricks against your heart.

You told yourself it was fine, that you had no right to feel this way. Jake was your best friend, and he was happy. That was what mattered.

But it's another thing watching him laugh with someone else, watching him give away the pieces of himself you selfishly wanted for yourself— it just hurt in a way no words could describe.

It's one Friday night; Jake convinces you to join him at a party. That wasn't your scene, really, but he had begged, promising it just would not be the same without you.

The music was loud, the laughter even louder, but none of it could drown out the sound of your own thoughts.

You stood by the corner of the room, nursing your drink and pretending not to notice the way Jake's smile lit up the space.

He was in his element: talking, laughing, charming people around him with ease. His dyed blond hair caught the light as he leaned in to hear someone over the noise. And though you tried not to stare, you couldn't help it. He had that effect on you; always had.

You’d loved him quietly for so long, it felt like a part of who you were. But love, when unspoken, had a way of festering.

It filled the silences, lingered in the spaces between you, and left you questioning everything.

“Hey,” Jake’s voice cut through your thoughts, startling you.

You looked up to find him standing in front of you, his signature grin in place. "You've been awfully quiet tonight," he said, tilting his head. "Everything okay?"

You forced a smile, hoping it was convincing. "Yeah, just tired."

Jake studied you for a moment, his gaze softening. "You sure? You've been kind of… distant lately.”

The concern in his voice made your chest tighten. He cared. Of course, he cared. But not in the way you wanted him to.

"I'm fine," you lied, taking a sip of your drink to avoid his piercing gaze.

Jake frowned slightly but didn't push. He never did. It was one of the things you loved about him, his ability to read the room, to know when to give you space.

“Well," he said finally, his voice lightening. "If you need anyone to talk to, you know where to find me."

You nodded, gave him a small smile. "Thanks, Jake."

Yet even as he walked away, your heart was aching, knowing that he'd be there for you but just never in the way you actually needed him to be.

Later that night, after most of the party had cleared out, you found yourself sitting on the back porch, staring up at the stars.

Almost everyone was gone, just a small afterparty happening inside, though you didn't want to be part of any. The chill in the air was a welcome distraction from the turmoil in your chest.

"You okay?" Jake's voice came again, softer this time.

You turned to find him standing in the doorway, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket.

He stepped outside and sat down beside you, the warmth of his presence seeping into your skin.

"Done cleaning?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head, leaning back against the railing. "I was worried about you," he admitted.

Your heart clenched. "I told you, I'm fine."

Jake let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "You're an awful liar, you know that?" he eyed you up and down "Seriously, you're quiet. more than usual."

The corner of your mouth twitched, but the smile didn't quite reach your eyes. "Maybe I just don't have anything worth saying.

Jake turned to him, his face soft but serious. "You always have something worth saying," he said. "You just don't let people hear it."

It was a comment that hit closer to home than he probably realized, and for a moment, you considered telling him the truth-about how you felt, about how much it hurt to love him from a distance. But fear kept the words locked in your throat.

Instead, you laughed quietly, shaking your head. "You're too good at this, you know?"

"At what?"

"At making people feel seen," you said, glancing over at him. "It's kind of unfair."

Jake chuckled, his gaze softening. "I just care about the people I love," he said simply.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, even though you knew they weren't meant the way you wanted them to be.

"Jake," you started, voice shaking very slightly. "What if—"

But before you could finish, the door behind you creaked open, and someone called his name.

One of his last situationships, asking for him to come inside. To join her.

"Hold that thought," he said, standing up.

You nodded and saw him disappear into the house; his figure grew tiny before tucking into it. It sounded in the air-the speech you wanted to say after he was already out the back door.

And with all that, beneath the vast expanse of star, something struck you - maybe love towards Jake would mostly be experienced in silence: the remembering of moments and convincing you enough even when those weren't.

Because you wanted him, his presence, half of his heart. You knew you would be content, even with a quarter of that.

But nothing would occur if one kept silent, afraid of spoiling all those years of friendship for some fleeting thing.

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Can you write a second part of Sky Rockets and Robots with Tony and Reader getting married, Tony adopting Lily as his own daughter and our beautiful couple welcoming a new baby? 💛💛💛

SKY ROCKETS AND ROBOTS - part II

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff, some angst, a little bit of spicy

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ᯓ★ Story type: short fanfic

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ᯓ★ Summary: Just when you thought that your life with Tony couldn't get better he proposes! How will you life with him be?

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One crisp autumn afternoon, you're busy in the kitchen, listening to the soft hum of the city outside, while Lily is sitting at the table with her latest science project: a DIY volcano, complete with baking soda, vinegar, and food coloring. Tony’s somewhere in the penthouse, tinkering in the lab or wrapping up a call. This is your routine now—a life filled with laughter, tinkering, and little family moments that feel so natural it’s hard to remember a time when it wasn’t like this.

You watch Lily, trying to focus on measuring the baking soda without spilling it everywhere, her tongue poking out in concentration. She glances at you, her eyes sparkling with the excitement of a secret only she knows. It’s been like this all week—your daughter keeps sending you these knowing looks, barely able to contain whatever she’s hiding. She’s never been one for secrets, so it’s impressive that she’s kept it in this long.

“Mommy, can I add the vinegar now?” she asks, her voice just a little higher than usual, like she's bursting to say something else.

“Go for it, kiddo. Just a little bit at first, okay?” you reply, smiling at her enthusiasm. But before you can finish your sentence, Lily dumps the entire cup of vinegar in. The mixture foams up instantly, spilling over the sides of the bottle and flooding the tray in an eruption of bright red froth. Lily squeals in delight, clapping her hands, and you can't help but laugh with her.

Tony appears in the doorway, a curious smile on his face as he leans against the frame, arms crossed. “What’s going on here? More science experiments?” He winks at you, then focuses on Lily, who beams up at him, clearly holding in that same mysterious excitement.

“It was a big one!” Lily says proudly, pointing at the volcano. Tony steps forward, giving her an impressed nod and a fist bump that makes her giggle.

He straightens up, then gives you that look—the one that says he’s about to say something mischievous. “So, I’ve got a surprise for the two of you,” he says, his tone casual but his eyes bright with something more. “I thought it might be time for a family day out.”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “A family day?”

“Yeah,” he replies, sounding perfectly innocent. “Just the three of us. I booked a place upstate. Thought we could get some fresh air, do something different.”

You give him a skeptical look, but Lily's practically bouncing in her seat, a bundle of barely contained excitement. “Yes, please! Can we go, Mommy?”

The enthusiasm in her voice is infectious. “Alright, alright,” you say, trying not to laugh at her obvious joy. “But Tony,” you add, giving him a look, “no suits, no AI, no tech distractions.”

He raises his hands, giving you a look of feigned innocence. “You have my word. Just a simple day with the two of you.”

That’s how you find yourself driving out of the city early the next morning, Tony at the wheel and Lily chattering happily in the backseat, her eyes glued to the landscape speeding by. It’s strange seeing him like this—just a man taking his family for a weekend getaway. It’s all so normal, yet it fills you with a warmth that’s hard to put into words.

You reach the cabin as the sun is high in the sky, casting golden light over the rustic wooden lodge nestled at the edge of a lake. The leaves are in full autumn splendor, a mix of fiery reds, deep oranges, and vibrant yellows that make everything look like it’s been painted by some master artist. Lily hops out of the car the moment it stops, rushing to explore, her delighted giggles echoing through the trees.

You and Tony watch her, both smiling, before he takes your hand. “Come on,” he says, guiding you towards the cabin. Inside, it’s cozy and inviting, with a large fireplace in the living room and big windows that let in the afternoon sunlight. It feels like the kind of place people dream of running away to.

The day passes in a blur of simple pleasures—roasting marshmallows, skipping stones with Lily on the lake, Tony’s arm around your shoulders as you laugh together. It feels like a perfect slice of life, something out of a story. And yet, there's something more simmering beneath the surface, a tension in Tony’s eyes that’s both thrilling and a little nerve-wracking. It feels like he's building up to something, but you're not sure what.

That evening, after Lily’s fallen asleep in one of the cabin’s cozy beds, you and Tony step outside to the porch, the stars bright above you in the clear, crisp night. You pull your sweater tighter around you, and Tony wraps an arm around your shoulders, his warmth comforting against the cool night air.

“This has been perfect,” you say softly, leaning into him.

Tony glances down at you, his expression unreadable for a moment, before he smiles, a softness in his eyes that makes your heart skip a beat. “It’s only going to get better,” he murmurs, and there’s that same glint of mischief in his eyes.

You raise an eyebrow, curious, but before you can ask, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out… a rock. Not just any rock, though—it’s painted with bright colors, a swirl of blues and greens with glitter sprinkled on top. In the middle is a heart, painstakingly painted in red.

Your eyes widen as you look at it. “Did… did you make this?”

Tony chuckles. “Let’s just say I had some help.” He glances towards the cabin where Lily is asleep, his face softening. “She insisted I do it right. No shortcuts, no tech. Just… paint and a lot of patience.”

You laugh, turning the rock over in your hands, admiring the effort. “Well, it’s beautiful,” you say, touched. “But I don’t understand—”

Before you can finish, Tony takes your hand, guiding you down the porch steps and towards the edge of the lake, the painted rock still in your hand. He stops by the water, looking out over the calm, moonlit surface. Then he turns to face you, taking both your hands in his, his gaze intense.

“I know I haven’t exactly been the picture of stability,” he begins, his voice quiet but steady. “And I know that you and Lily are a package deal—the two most important people in my life now.” His thumb brushes over your knuckles, a small, comforting gesture. “You both mean more to me than anything else ever has.”

Your heart is racing now, and you can feel the warmth in your cheeks as he takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I love you,” he says, his voice full of sincerity. “I love you and Lily more than I thought I was capable of loving anyone.” He pauses, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “And I want to be there for both of you. Always.”

It’s only then that he reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small, velvet box. He opens it to reveal a ring—a delicate band with a single, radiant diamond, glittering under the moonlight.

Your breath catches, your eyes wide as he lowers himself onto one knee, still holding your hand. He looks up at you, his expression vulnerable in a way you’ve rarely seen before. “Will you marry me?”

The words hang in the air, beautiful and surreal, and for a moment you can only stare, your mind struggling to process the enormity of this moment. But then everything clicks into place—all the little moments, the shared laughter, the quiet talks on the balcony, the nights spent watching over Lily together. You realize that you’ve already made your choice. You made it a long time ago, the moment you let him into your life, into Lily’s life.

“Yes,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water. “Yes, Tony. A thousand times, yes.”

A huge grin breaks across his face as he slips the ring onto your finger, his hands warm and steady. And then he’s standing, pulling you into his arms, kissing you like it’s the first time all over again.

When you finally pull back, a familiar giggle breaks the silence, and you turn to see Lily standing on the porch, her little face lit up with a smile so wide it could rival the moon.

“I kept the secret, Mommy!” she exclaims proudly, rushing over to throw her arms around both of you. Tony scoops her up, laughing, and you can’t help but join in, the three of you caught in a bubble of happiness that feels like it will never burst.

You sit by the lake for a while longer, the three of you huddled together under a blanket, watching the stars. Lily falls asleep in Tony’s arms, her small hand still clutching the painted rock. As you lean your head on Tony’s shoulder, feeling the warmth of him, the softness of the ring on your finger, you realize that you have everything you’ve ever wanted right here.

You look up at him, your heart full. “So, when did you know you wanted this?” you ask quietly, your voice barely a whisper.

He glances down at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “I think I’ve known for a while. But watching you and Lily, seeing the way you both just… fit into my life, like you were always meant to be there—that sealed it.”

You smile, your fingers lacing through his. “I think we were always meant to find each other.”

And as you sit there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the world feels impossibly perfect. This is your family, your home, and you know, without a doubt, that you’ll hold onto this moment forever.

The weeks following your engagement pass in a flurry of plans, decisions, and endless little tasks, each one building toward the day that’s slowly starting to feel real: your wedding day. Tony, true to his style, has big ideas—ideas involving grand venues, designer dresses, and enough food to feed half of New York. But amidst all his extravagant visions, there’s one more excited than anyone else about every detail: Lily.

From the very first morning after Tony proposes, Lily becomes a self-appointed wedding expert. She’s up before the sun, sitting at the breakfast table with her favorite colored markers and a notebook, declaring her “wedding checklist” in all caps across the top of the page. She’s drawing flowers, dresses, cakes, and even seating plans (although, granted, her seating chart just shows her sitting next to everyone important).

“Mommy,” she says, pushing her notebook across the table, “we have to pick a cake first! That’s the most important part.”

Tony, sipping his coffee, nods gravely as if she’s made the most profound statement ever. “She’s got a point. Cake is a critical component.”

You laugh, reaching for her notebook. “Alright, cake first. But it’ll have to be something both of you like.”

“I like chocolate and strawberry!” she exclaims, her eyes bright.

“Noted,” Tony says, sliding his phone over and already searching for bakeries that specialize in grand wedding cakes. And just like that, it’s the first official wedding decision: a cake tasting with Lily front and center.

When the day of the cake tasting finally arrives, Lily comes along dressed in her favorite fancy dress—a soft pink number with a glittery belt. She drags both of you up to each cake display, pointing out all her favorites and reminding you multiple times which flavors she’s “approved.” The bakery owner, clearly smitten with her, lets her try samples of nearly every flavor on display. By the time you leave, Lily has a chocolate-stained grin and declares herself “very full, but still ready for more wedding stuff.”

Over the next few weeks, Lily’s enthusiasm for every aspect of the wedding grows exponentially. She wants to help choose the flowers, eagerly pointing out her favorites at each meeting. At the florist, she insists on showing you bouquets with big, vibrant blooms, which Tony, ever the doting soon-to-be dad, immediately insists on adding to the order. “If Lily wants them, we’ll make it work,” he says with a shrug, sending you a playful wink.

Then there’s the dress. Your gown shopping trip is a dream come true for Lily, who’s absolutely certain that her opinion is critical to finding the perfect dress. She examines each option with a serious expression, giving a small nod or a big “no” depending on her reaction. When you finally try on a gown with intricate lace details and a long, flowing train, her eyes widen, and she lets out a gasp. “Mommy! You look like a princess!”

You catch Tony’s reflection in the mirror as he stands off to the side, watching you with that unmistakable softness in his eyes. You can see him mouthing “wow” under his breath, and when you meet his gaze, there’s an unspoken promise in it—a promise of all the beautiful moments still ahead.

Lily, ever-dedicated to her role as wedding planner, also insists on helping with her own dress selection. You take her shopping for a junior bridesmaid dress, and after trying on several options, she settles on a beautiful white dress with a tulle skirt and a satin bow. She twirls in it, giggling and watching her reflection as if she, too, were preparing for her wedding day.

On the way home, she leans forward from the back seat, grinning at Tony. “Daddy, can I be in charge of the ring?”

Tony, glancing at you with a smile, nods. “You can be our official ring bearer and junior wedding coordinator. Think you’re up for the task?”

“Yup!” she says proudly. “I’ll be really careful!”

When the day of the wedding finally arrives, it’s everything you’d imagined and more—no detail spared, every element touched by Tony’s love of elegance and, of course, a bit of grandiosity. You’d agreed on a sprawling estate just outside the city, surrounded by gardens that are in full bloom, bathed in soft, golden sunlight that feels almost magical. Massive floral arrangements of white roses, lilies, and peonies line the aisle, creating a soft, enchanting fragrance that wafts gently in the breeze.

Lily’s eyes are wide with awe as she takes in the setting. She holds your hand tightly, her face a mixture of pride and excitement. She knows every part of the ceremony by heart, from when she’s supposed to walk down the aisle to where she’ll stand by your side. She’s practically vibrating with excitement, her eyes darting around as she tries to soak in every little detail of the day she helped plan.

As you prepare in the bridal suite, Lily stands by your side, admiring every part of your look with the utmost seriousness. She makes tiny adjustments to your veil and whispers, “You look perfect, Mommy.” Her sincerity nearly brings tears to your eyes, and you have to take a deep breath to keep from getting misty-eyed.

Meanwhile, outside, Tony has pulled out all the stops, sparing no expense on the venue, catering, or décor. There’s a sprawling tent set up with chandeliers, elegant table settings with custom menus, and an orchestra softly playing classical music. It’s grand and beautiful, yet somehow intimate, as if every detail has been chosen with you in mind.

As the ceremony begins, Lily leads the way down the aisle, clutching the satin ring pillow with utmost concentration, her face solemn as she carefully makes her way to the front. When she reaches Tony, she gives him a small, proud nod, and he grins, giving her a quick thumbs-up before his attention shifts to the end of the aisle, where you’ve just stepped into view.

The moment he sees you, his expression softens, and he gazes at you like you’re the only person in the world. You feel your heart flutter, the same excitement and nervousness filling you as when you first met. You walk toward him, every step bringing you closer to the future you’ve both dreamed of, and when you reach him, he takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

The ceremony itself is beautiful, filled with words of love and promises that feel like they’ve been waiting forever to be spoken. When it’s time for the vows, Tony’s voice is steady, but there’s a slight quiver of emotion as he speaks. “I knew from the moment I met you that you’d change my life,” he begins, his eyes never leaving yours. “But I didn’t realize just how much you and Lily would become my life.”

His gaze shifts briefly to Lily, who’s standing beside you, watching him with wide eyes. “You’ve shown me a happiness I never thought I’d find, a family I didn’t even know I was looking for. I promise to love you both, to be there for you in every way, and to make our family my everything.”

The rest of his words blur in your mind as tears prick at your eyes, but you hold onto the warmth in his voice, the steady assurance in his touch.

When it’s your turn, you can barely get through the first few words before emotion chokes your voice. You promise to stand by him, to love him and cherish every moment with him and Lily. Your heart is so full, and every word feels like a vow not just to him, but to the life you’re building together.

Lily, watching you both, beams with pride as she hands over the rings with all the seriousness she can muster, her eyes shining as she watches her parents exchange them.

The moment the officiant pronounces you married, Tony pulls you into a kiss that’s filled with every unspoken feeling he’s held back, and as you part, there’s only happiness reflected in his eyes. The guests cheer, Lily lets out a delighted squeal, and you realize that this is everything you’d ever dreamed of.

The reception is a spectacular affair. The grand tent glows with hundreds of softly twinkling fairy lights, the tables are adorned with crystal and silk, and the food is decadent, the kind of feast fit for royalty. But through it all, the heart of the evening is your family. Tony makes a toast, his arm around your shoulders as he thanks everyone for being there and dedicates the night to you and Lily.

As the night goes on, you find yourself wrapped in Tony’s arms, watching as Lily flits around, entertained by guests and other children, her energy boundless.

“You know,” he murmurs, pulling you closer, “I don’t think I ever really understood what happiness could be until I met you. And now I have you, Lily, and this perfect life.”

You smile, reaching up to brush a hand along his cheek. “Well, Mr. Stark, you’ve officially made it a day we’ll never forget.”

Tony grins, leaning down to kiss you softly. “Here’s to a lifetime of them.”

And as you look around, at the friends and family gathered, the joy on Lily’s face, and the love in Tony’s eyes, you know that this is only the beginning.

A few months after the wedding, life settles into a rhythm that feels both new and wonderfully familiar. Tony has embraced every part of his role as a father, from helping Lily with her bedtime routine to planning weekend family outings. His love for her is fierce and unwavering, and you can see that she’s become the center of his world, just as much as you have. Lily’s adoration for him is just as strong, and in her eyes, Tony is already her father in every way that counts.

One evening, while you and Lily are going through her nightly bedtime ritual, an idea takes shape in your mind. You realize that making things official—having Tony formally adopt Lily as his daughter—could be a beautiful way to solidify the bond that already exists between them. But you also know this is something Lily should be involved in. After all, this is about her, too.

As you tuck her into bed, you bring up the idea gently, knowing that it might be a lot for her to process.

“Lily,” you begin softly, sitting on the edge of her bed and brushing a strand of hair from her face, “do you know what it means for someone to be adopted?”

She scrunches her nose, thinking hard. “It’s like…when someone gets to be in a family forever, right?”

You nod, smiling at her understanding. “That’s right, sweetheart. And I was thinking… what if Tony adopted you? That would make him your dad in every way—not just because he loves you like a daddy, but because it would be official, too.”

Lily tilts her head, her brows furrowing as she considers this. For a moment, she looks a little confused, as if the idea doesn’t quite make sense to her.

“But…he already is my daddy,” she says slowly, her eyes wide and questioning. “Why do we have to do anything special for that?”

You feel a pang of emotion, touched by her innocent view of family. To her, Tony’s love is already real and true, and a piece of paper could never define that. But you explain it as simply as you can, trying to help her see the gesture as an opportunity.

“It’s a way to show him that he’s your dad forever and always,” you say, smiling. “It’s something you can both look back on one day, and he’ll know how much you wanted him to be your daddy, too.”

Understanding seems to dawn on her face, and her eyes light up with excitement. “So… I get to ask him if he’ll be my real dad?”

“Yes,” you reply, your heart swelling. “If you want to, you can ask him. And maybe it could be a surprise?”

Her face breaks into a huge grin, and she claps her hands softly, clearly thrilled by the idea. “Yes! I want to surprise him!”

You watch as her mind races, her little fingers tapping against her blanket as she plans. “I want to make a card!” she exclaims suddenly, her voice bubbling with excitement. “I’ll draw me and Daddy, and I’ll ask him to be my dad forever!”

Her enthusiasm is contagious, and the next morning, she’s up with the sun, already digging out her art supplies and getting to work on her surprise. For the next few days, she’s laser-focused on the project, sneaking off to her room with markers and colored pencils, chattering to you about all the details she’s adding. She asks for help spelling words but insists on keeping her drawing a surprise, telling you that it has to be “just right” for Tony.

Finally, his birthday arrives. It’s a cozy evening celebration at home, with Lily helping you prepare a cake and hang up a few decorations. She can barely sit still during dinner, her eyes darting to the gift she’s hidden carefully behind a chair. When Tony finally opens his presents, she waits until the very end, watching with bated breath until it’s time to give him her card.

“Daddy,” she says, her voice filled with both excitement and a hint of nervousness, “I have a special present for you.”

Tony’s eyes light up with curiosity as she hands him the card, carefully crafted with crayon illustrations of stick-figure versions of the three of you, all holding hands. At the top, in her best handwriting, she’s written, “For my Daddy, Forever.”

He opens the card, and his eyes move over her drawing, then to the note she’s carefully written beneath it.

“Dear Daddy, will you please adopt me so I can be your real daughter forever? I love you so much. Love, Lily.”

There’s a quiet moment as he processes her words, his face shifting from surprise to understanding, and finally to deep, overwhelming emotion. His breath catches, and his hand comes up to cover his mouth as he fights to keep his composure. But his eyes shine with unshed tears, and as he reads her words again, a single tear slips down his cheek.

He sets the card down carefully and looks at Lily, his voice unsteady but filled with warmth. “You really want me to be your dad?”

She nods, her eyes bright and hopeful. “Yes! I want to be your real daughter, Daddy. Forever.”

He pulls her into his arms, holding her close, his voice thick with emotion as he whispers, “You have no idea how much this means to me, sweetheart. You’re my daughter, and you always will be.”

She squeezes him tightly, her little arms wrapped around his neck as she buries her face in his shoulder. Tony’s eyes meet yours over her shoulder, and there’s a depth of gratitude and love in his gaze that takes your breath away. In that moment, you see the man you fell in love with, the man who has become a father in every way that counts.

Finally, he pulls back, brushing a hand gently over her hair. “Thank you, Lily,” he says softly. “Thank you for choosing me to be your dad.”

She giggles, wiping a tear from his cheek with her little hand. “Now you’re a real daddy! And we’re a real family forever!”

Tony chuckles, pulling her close again, and you join them, wrapping your arms around both of them as you sit together, feeling the weight of the moment settle around you in the best way possible. You’re a family—one built on love, trust, and a bond that goes far beyond words or papers. And as you sit there, all three of you wrapped in each other’s arms, you know that this moment, this promise, is something you’ll cherish forever.

Later that night, when Lily’s asleep, Tony holds the card in his hands again, tracing over her words with a soft, almost reverent touch. He glances up at you, his voice still hushed with emotion. “I didn’t think I could love her any more than I already did,” he whispers, his eyes glistening. “But knowing that she chose me…I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this.”

You reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “You’ve given her so much, Tony. She feels safe, loved…like she finally belongs. And that’s because of you.”

He looks down, his smile soft but filled with the quiet strength that defines him. “I may not have known what I was missing before,” he murmurs, pulling you close, “but now I do. And I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

As he kisses you softly, his hand resting on the card, you know that this journey, the one that started with a small family and a big love, is only just beginning. And together, you’re ready for every beautiful, imperfect, incredible moment still to come.

As you sit together in the soft glow of the dimmed lights, the quiet hum of night settling around you, Tony’s eyes stay fixed on you. He still holds Lily’s card gently in his hands, his thumb brushing over the childishly scrawled words, but his gaze is on you—filled with a depth of love and gratitude that wraps around you like a warm embrace.

Slowly, he places the card on the table beside him, and without breaking eye contact, he pulls you onto his lap, his hands warm as they rest on your hips. The quiet of the house feels heavy, intimate, filled with the unspoken emotions that tonight has stirred between you.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, his voice soft, the words laced with a warmth that makes your heart flutter. “For letting me be part of this. For making me feel like…like I belong.”

You cup his face, your thumb grazing over the line of his jaw as you tilt his face up to meet yours. “You’re more than just a part of it, Tony. You are it. You and Lily—you’re my family.”

There’s a heat that flares in his gaze as you speak, a spark that kindles something deeper, something that has simmered beneath the surface, fed by months of tenderness, laughter, and every precious moment you’ve shared together. His fingers tighten on your hips, pulling you closer, and before you know it, his lips are on yours—warm, insistent, and filled with a passion that leaves you breathless.

The kiss deepens, his hand sliding up to the back of your neck, holding you close as his other arm wraps around your waist. You melt into him, feeling the familiar strength of his body beneath yours, the way he grounds you, makes you feel cherished, wanted. The air between you thickens, each kiss growing more fervent, each touch more urgent. It’s as though he’s trying to pour all the gratitude, the love, the overwhelming devotion he feels into this moment, and you can feel yourself responding, matching his intensity with every beat of your heart.

The quiet of the house fades into the background as he lifts you, carrying you to the bedroom with a confidence and ease that makes you feel weightless. You can’t help but laugh, breathless and giddy, as he sets you down, his mouth finding yours again before you can even catch your breath. The room fills with the sounds of whispered promises and shared laughter, of murmured declarations that leave no doubt about how much he loves you, how deeply he’s committed to this life you’ve built together.

And as the night fades into the early hours of morning, you find yourselves wrapped in each other’s arms, drifting into sleep with a sense of peace and fulfillment that feels as natural as breathing.

A few months pass, filled with the easy rhythm of family life. Tony continues to be an incredible father to Lily, and each day brings you closer as a family. But lately, you’ve been feeling…different. A certain tiredness lingers, and you’ve noticed small changes, ones that you haven’t quite been able to explain. And then one day, it hits you.

You buy a test, waiting anxiously until you see the result that confirms what your heart already suspected—you’re pregnant.

The realization floods you with a blend of emotions, joy and disbelief mixing into a giddy, breathless excitement. You can hardly wait to tell Tony, and you spend the rest of the day trying to figure out the perfect way to share the news.

That evening, when Lily has gone to bed, you find Tony in the kitchen, unwinding with a glass of wine. He smiles as you enter, setting his glass down and reaching for you with a warm familiarity that still makes your heart skip a beat.

“There’s my beautiful wife,” he says, pulling you into a hug. “You looked deep in thought earlier. Everything alright?”

You take his hand, guiding him to sit with you at the table, the same spot where he read Lily’s card just months ago. His gaze turns curious, and you see the soft crease between his brows as he studies your face, sensing something important.

“Tony,” you say, your voice a little shaky with excitement, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

He sits up a little straighter, his eyes filled with gentle concern. “What is it?”

You reach for his hand, squeezing it tightly as you look into his eyes. “I’m pregnant.”

There’s a moment of stunned silence as he processes your words, his face shifting from surprise to dawning comprehension. His eyes widen, and then a look of pure, unrestrained joy spreads across his face. He lets out a soft laugh, his hand moving to cradle your face, his thumb brushing tenderly across your cheek.

“You’re serious?” he whispers, his voice choked with emotion. “We’re going to have a baby?”

You nod, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you see the happiness radiating from him. “Yes, we are.”

He pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly as he buries his face in your shoulder. You can feel the slight tremor in his hands, the unspoken gratitude in his embrace. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are bright with unshed tears, his smile one of pure, unfiltered joy.

“We’re going to have a baby,” he repeats, as though he’s trying to wrap his mind around the words. “A baby. With you.”

You laugh, leaning into him as he wraps his arms around you once more. “Yes. And I can’t think of anyone I’d rather do this with.”

For the rest of the evening, he can’t stop smiling, can’t stop looking at you with that look of wonder, as though he’s witnessing a miracle. And it doesn’t take long before he’s talking about baby names, already picturing what this little one will be like, how they’ll fit into the family you’ve created.

A few days later, you and Tony decide it’s time to tell Lily. You’re sitting with her in the living room, surrounded by her favorite stuffed animals, when Tony clears his throat, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

“Lily,” he begins, his tone soft and warm, “we have some exciting news. Do you remember when we talked about family and how much we love each other?”

Lily nods, her big eyes attentive as she listens.

“Well,” you say, reaching out to take her hand, “you’re going to be a big sister. There’s a baby growing inside Mommy’s belly.”

Her face lights up with surprise, her eyes widening as she looks between the two of you. “A baby?” she whispers, a mixture of awe and excitement in her voice.

“Yes,” Tony says, his hand resting on your shoulder. “You’re going to have a little brother or sister. Someone to play with, someone who’ll look up to you.”

For a moment, Lily’s face glows with joy. But then, her expression shifts, and you see a flicker of uncertainty cross her face. She lowers her gaze, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

“Will…will you still love me as much?” she asks, her voice small, a hint of sadness creeping into her tone. “If the new baby is his real baby?”

Your heart clenches at her words, and you feel a pang of understanding. You hadn’t anticipated how this news might make her feel—especially with the bond she’s built with Tony. Gently, you pull her onto your lap, holding her close as Tony kneels beside you, his eyes full of compassion.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you say softly, “we will always love you just the same. Nothing will ever change that. You’re part of this family, and that means you’re loved just as much as anyone else. Always.”

Tony places a hand on her shoulder, his voice low and filled with warmth. “Lily, you’re my daughter, and I love you with all my heart. Nothing in this world could ever make me love you any less. Not this baby, not anything. You’re my first kiddo, and that makes you incredibly special to me.”

She looks up at him, her eyes big and round, a faint glimmer of relief softening her expression.

“Really?” she whispers, her voice trembling just a bit.

“Really,” he replies, his hand moving to cup her face gently. “You’re my daughter, Lily. That will never change. This baby just means we get to love someone else alongside you. It doesn’t change how much we love you. It only means our family is growing, and you’re a big part of that.”

Lily’s face brightens, a shy smile slowly spreading across her lips. “Okay,” she says softly, her voice a little more sure. “I think…I think I’m excited, too. I want to be a big sister.”

Tony pulls her into a tight hug, and you wrap your arms around both of them, feeling the love and warmth of this moment settle into your heart. The three of you sit together, the promise of this new life filling the room with a quiet joy, a sense of unity that only grows stronger with every passing day.

In the coming weeks, you find yourself daydreaming about the future—the laughter and love that will fill your home, the way Tony will hold this new little one with the same tenderness he shows Lily, and how, together, you’re building a family that’s bound by something deeper than words.

And as you look at the man who’s become your husband, your confidant, and now the father of your children, you know that no matter what the future holds, this family is yours, built on love, and here to stay.

Your pregnancy unfolds in a swirl of excitement, adjustments, and the joy of having Tony and Lily at your side through every step. From the moment you tell him, Tony barely lets you lift a finger. He insists on taking over almost every household task, whether it’s cooking, cleaning, or fetching snacks. You only have to mention feeling a little tired, and he’s by your side in an instant, urging you to rest.

“Here, I’ve got it,” he says with a wink as you start to clear plates after dinner one evening. He moves with an air of confidence, quickly picking up the dishes before you can even make it halfway to the sink. “You just sit back and relax. Doctor’s orders.”

You roll your eyes, laughing, but sit down anyway, grateful for his protectiveness. Watching him bustle around the kitchen with his characteristic enthusiasm warms your heart. Tony’s even rearranged his work schedule, making sure he’s home for every doctor’s appointment and ultrasound. His excitement is contagious; he’s like a kid counting down to Christmas, brimming with energy every time you bring home a new baby item or when you finally feel the first kicks.

Lily, meanwhile, has become your little shadow, constantly finding ways to “help” around the house, even if her help sometimes leads to little mishaps. She insists on making you tea every morning, a ritual she takes very seriously. One morning, she even decides to bring it to you in bed, balancing the tray as carefully as she can. Just as she reaches the bedside, a few drops slosh over the rim, but she beams with pride.

“Look, Mommy! I made it all by myself!” she declares, her little chest puffed out.

You smile, cradling the mug she hands you. “It’s perfect, sweetheart. Thank you so much.”

Tony chuckles, ruffling her hair as he says, “Best tea in the house, Lily.”

She beams, thrilled by the praise, and makes a habit of it every morning after that. You can’t help but marvel at her kindness, and even though there are some spills and little accidents along the way, each gesture fills you with gratitude.

As your belly grows and the pregnancy progresses, you go for an ultrasound, the three of you eager to learn the baby’s gender. Tony’s hand is wrapped around yours, his grip firm as the image of your baby appears on the screen. Lily sits on Tony’s lap, her eyes round with wonder as she gazes at the screen.

When the technician announces, “It’s a boy!” Tony’s face lights up with joy, and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Lily’s excitement bubbles over as she hugs both of you.

“A little brother!” she exclaims, grinning from ear to ear.

On the drive home, you and Tony decide to let Lily pick out his name. She spends the next few days mulling it over, scribbling ideas on paper, and discussing options with all her stuffed animals. Finally, one evening, she presents her choice proudly.

“I want to name him Leo,” she says, looking at both of you with such confidence that you know she’s thought it through.

Tony smiles, nodding in agreement. “Leo. I like it. Strong name for a strong kid.”

You wrap your arm around her, pulling her close. “Leo it is,” you say, and Lily’s face practically glows with happiness. You couldn’t have chosen a better name yourself.

Months later, the day finally arrives. It’s the middle of the night when the contractions start, and Tony immediately springs into action, calm but focused, gathering your hospital bag and guiding you to the car. His hand never leaves yours, and his voice soothes you, steady and comforting.

“It’s happening,” he whispers with a smile, kissing your forehead as the hospital comes into view. “We’re going to meet our son.”

Hours pass in a blur, and Tony is by your side for every minute, his presence a source of calm as you work through the labor. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you hear the first cry of your newborn son. The sound fills the room, and your heart swells with a love so fierce it takes your breath away. The nurse places little Leo in your arms, and you marvel at his tiny features, his soft wisps of hair, and the way his eyes open just a sliver as if he’s taking in his new world.

Tony watches you, tears glistening in his eyes, and he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “He’s perfect,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “Just like his mom.”

You laugh softly, brushing a tear from his cheek as he leans down to cradle his son in his arms. The way he looks at Leo—with such awe and tenderness—fills you with warmth, knowing that this little boy will have a father who loves him beyond words.

A few hours later, after you’ve had time to rest, Tony returns to the hospital with Lily, who practically bursts into the room, her face shining with excitement. She tiptoes over to the bed, her eyes wide as she gazes at her little brother bundled in your arms.

“Hi, Leo,” she whispers, reaching out to touch his tiny hand with a gentle, reverent awe.

You smile, lifting him slightly so she can see him better. “Would you like to hold him?”

Her eyes go wide with surprise, and she nods, carefully sitting down beside you as Tony helps guide Leo into her arms. She holds him, her small arms wrapped protectively around him, and you can see the absolute adoration in her gaze as she studies his face, her thumb tracing lightly over his tiny fingers.

“Hi, Leo,” she whispers again, her voice soft. “I’m your big sister, Lily.”

Leo stirs, his eyes opening just a fraction, and Lily’s face lights up, as though she’s witnessing something magical. Tony sits beside you, his arm around your shoulders, and together, the two of you watch Lily and Leo, feeling the love that fills the room—a love that has only grown stronger with each addition to your family.

In that moment, as you sit surrounded by the family you’ve built, you know that you have everything you’ve ever wanted. This is your world now: Tony, Lily, and Leo.

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[lucky-lottie]

So update on my life:

Had to start from zero again bc I moved to California to take care of my grandma

BUT WE JUST START AGAIN RAAAAHH

Did my hygiene and face routine and now I’m on my second glass of water

I got this💪

[bellysoupset]

Okay so this is what I thought of while reading the interactions with the kids.

I just remembered that Vince is lactose intolerant, right? So how would you feel about lactose intolerant Vince with (reluctant) caretaker Max for a change?

I mean I can imagine maybe a class party or something with a kid wanting to make sure that Mr. Monacelli (or Mr. Mo because that is freaking cute) is having fun too, so they keep bringing him snacks.

I can totally see Vin accepting anything and everything from a kid with doe eyes and not having any way to refuse because the kid is watching him and wants to see Vin eat it. (Let's be honest, Vince would never even speak up because he wouldn't want to hurt their feelings).

After that Vin is feeling gradually sicker and sicker until Max can't keep ignoring him anymore, so Vin has to spill the tea.

Then Max is like "why did you even accept?" While Vin, slightly offended, is like "did you really expect me to say no to that kid?"

I know it's really detailed, feel free to ignore it, I just couldn't get this little scenario out of my head.

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💜! I hope you like this one, I slightly twisted it and it's a little different from my usual... So let me know what you think!

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Max frowned, leaning on the doorway of the kindergarten. His hands were full with a large tupperware with baking soda, food coloring and vinegar, the usual science fair volcano mix. 

What caused him to pause, though, was the sight inside the classroom. Mr. Monacelli, or Mr. Mo to the little ones, was standing, with a kid on his hip, a little girl… Livia, judging by how comfortable he seemed to be as he held her. 

Liv’s dark wavy hair was up pigtails and she had face paint on, the tip of her nose painted black and whiskers on her cheek, a matching look that was mirrored on the other children. Cats, the Musical, kindergarten version? Max thought with a snort.

Vince also had face paint on and he was chewing something Livia had just pushed inside his mouth, out of a box. Across the room Max noticed a tall chocolate cake, with a glittery candle that said 7 on top.

That explained it. 

Birthday parties were always the bane of his existence, so he was incredibly glad he barely taught kindergarten and the older kids would rather die than celebrate in class. As far as he could remember it, he had bad experiences under his belt. From his mom trying to throw him a fully vegan party that had been a flop with him and his friends, to his father getting drunk and forgetting about his birthday altogether, to the fact once he turned eighteen his birthday all but disappeared as celebratory day. 

“Mr. Mo,” a kid ran across the room, with glitter face paint all the way to his scalp. Max snorted at the sight, the parents surely would be over the moon about that, “tell Jess she can’t play with my toy.”

Vince frowned, crouching down to look at the little boy and Max frowned, staring at the scene. He couldn’t figure out this dude. Monacelli gave off military vibes. Football star, with his little homophobic fit the other day, driving that ridiculous motorcycle everywhere… And there he was, covered in glittery paint, scolding a boy for not sharing his toys and being fed cake pops by his little sister and her group of friends.

It just didn’t make any sense.

“Daniels, do you need anything?” 

Max’s cheeks burned as he realized he had been caught staring and he shook his head, as five little heads looked at him, as well as Vince. 

“No, just passing by.”

“Alright,” Vince waved him off, taking the boy’s hand and dragging him across the room to apologize.

It was a couple hours later when they met again. Max was smelling like bleach, after finishing up a biology class with the 10th graders, and ready to head home as he entered the staff’s lounge to retrieve his bag. He raised his eyebrows as he found Monacelli sitting on one of the couches, in the furthest corner, with his arms crossed to his chest and his head tipped back, as if he was asleep.

“Hey,” Max kicked Vince’s foot to wake him in case he was asleep, “day’s over.”

Vince wasn’t asleep — or maybe he was a really quiet sleeper? —  because he sat up straight with a groan, moving his arms to wrap around his stomach, “what do you want?”

Max frowned at the lackluster response, so unlike the man who always seemed to have his energy up, “school’s over, are you planning on crashing here? Maurice is gonna be locking this room soon.”

Vince let out a sigh, using the couch to push himself up and the other man realized he was a horrible shade of white… Damn near green.

“You look horrible,” Max said, taking a step back as he noticed Vince swaying slightly on his feet. Instead of denying, Vince simply nodded, bringing up a shaky hand to wipe the sweat off his brow. 

“Yeah, I know-” he interrupted himself with a soft, sickly burp. He didn’t bother finishing his sentence, ceasing every movement as he gulped down, only to let out another little burp and a groan.

“What’s wrong with you?” Max eyed him suspiciously. There was no way this man had caught another stomach bug after measly five weeks of having one, right? 

Vince pressed his forehead to the metal locker in the teacher’s lounge, seemingly devoid of any energy to put in his combination and retrieve his bag. Most teachers didn’t even put in a combination, everyone used the standard 0000. 

“Monacelli,” he stepped closer, despite wanting nothing to do with illness or this guy. It was just unnerving. 

“I’m fine,” Vince breathed out, but it would have been a lot more convincing if he wasn’t swallowing in convulsively and clutching his stomach. Stomach, which by the way, was pressing against his work polo. The guy wasn’t small by any means and Max could’ve told he had a tummy to begin with, but now it was nearly poking out. 

“Yeah, you look terrific,” Max rolled his eyes, walking to retrieve his own bag and deciding he was done with the whole scene, “feel better-”

He never quite finished his sentence, before Vince let out a little strangled noise and then rushed across the room, to the teacher’s bathroom. He slammed the door behind him and Max cringed in sympathy as he heard a muffled groan. 

Now he couldn’t just leave the idiot, right? Not after he had driven him home? 

Max carefully walked closer, tapping his knuckles against the door, “Monacelli, do you need anything? Meds? The nurse? Your mom?”

He expected to hear Vince telling him to go fuck himself, but instead there was a noise of liquid hitting liquid, followed by retching and more liquid.

Shit. Perhaps, even, literally. 

Max chewed on his lip, looking around the room helplessly as if an older adult would appear and take over the situation, but he sadly was the only adult. He looked at his watch. 3:40 PM. Office hours were over, the janitor and the security would soon be finishing their rounds and closing up the school.

“Dude,” he sighed, knocking again, “you kinda need to leave, they’re gonna lock us here.”

“Go away…” Vince groaned, his voice raspy and choked up.

Max scoffed, “are you crying?” really? “Mona-”

“I said, go away,” Vince repeated, much harsher now and Max’s mouth snapped shut, his cheeks heating up as his temper got the best of him. 

“Fine,” he said bitterly,loudly walking away,  “drown there, see if I care.”

Sadly, much to Max’s displeasure, he had a guilty conscience and couldn’t make it even to the parking lot. He let out a sigh and glared at the now empty parking lot. Only four vehicles left, one of them being Vince’s stupid motorcycle. 

There was no way the man could go home in a fucking bike.

“Moron,” Max groaned, walking back inside. He fully expected to find Vince back in the teacher’s lounge, so it was much to his surprise when they ran into each other in the hallway. Or rather, he ran, because Vince was frozen in place, an arm wrapped tightly around his belly and breathing through the nausea carefully. 

“Oh there you are-”

“Thought I told you to leave,” Vince groaned, not looking up from the spot in the linoleum he was staring at, trying to keep his stomach in check, “careful, or I’ll believe you give a shit.”

“Fever must be through the roof, you’re delusional,” Max snarked, curiosity getting the best of him as he stepped closer and raised a hand to touch Vince’s forehead. 

Monacelli was much taller, and bigger, so when he pushed Max’s hand away with an impatient huff, the other teacher stumbled on his feet.

“I don’t have a fever,” Vince scoffed, straightening up. He looked worse, more green and more drenched in sweat, “I’m lactose intolerant and I ate- I ate half a chocolate cake…” his gut let out an upset, whiny gurgle that was loud enough for Max to hear.

The blonde stared at him for a second, before cackling “are you fucking with me!?”

When he didn’t get an answer, except for Vince’s cheek ballooning with yet another burp that he muffled with a fist, Max’s laughter lessened down to a chuckle, his shoulders shaking, “oh… You’re serious? You’re in this shape because of some chocolate?”

He really was the one to judge, Max thought with a snort, remembering he’d be hurling much sooner if he ate half a chocolate cake. But then again, he wouldn’t be stumbling around cradling his tummy and whining. 

“What do you want, Daniels?” Vince groaned, rubbing a hand over his face, “I don’t fucking get you. I helped you, not once, not twice, but three times by now, and you’re still a dick.” 

Max’s chuckle died immediately, his cheeks burning, “sorry, should I’ve been bowing and kissing your feet? What do you want, cuddles and kisses because your tummy hurts?”

Vince raised an unimpressed eyebrow, “I’m really sorry you weren’t hugged enough as a child,” he said coldly, “but yeah, actually, I do have people who take care of me when I feel ill, because I’m not a fucking jackass.”

“Says you,” Max snorted, rolling his eyes and gesturing to the empty hallway, “where’s the queue to cuddle you? I don’t see it.”

“I know what your problem with me is,” Vince scoffed, pressing his back to the wall behind him and huffing. He was shaking, which was not a good sign and Max bit down the urge to ask if the guy was okay.

“Enlighten me,” he said instead and Vince folded in half, planting his hands on his knees and breathing through a cramp.

“You’re jealous,” he said through his teeth and Max glared daggers at him, his stomach dropping to his feet. 

He wasn’t jealous, he was… He just didn’t think Vince was anything special. Surely he was allowed this opinion? 

For example, if Vince was so great, why was he about to hurl all over the floor that Maurice had probably already cleaned? That was asshole behavior. 

Max mentally patted himself on the back, before saying loudly, “here, Mr. Moron, don’t hurl all over the floor,” and pushing a garbage bin in front of the guy. He didn’t expect Vince to make immediate use of it, falling to his knees and grabbing the metal bin with his hands, hugging it to his chest as a huge gush of projectile vomit fell inside of it.

He jumped back, startled, then tip-toed closer, feeling a new shade of shitty as he heard Vince let out a whimper and bury his head in, burping wetly once more and continuing to convulse and cough. 

“If you’re such hot shit, why didn’t you not eat the thing you’re aware makes you super ill?” Max asked, mostly to himself, hesitantly moving closer to plant a hand in the middle of the guy’s back. Even down on his knees, Vince was still pretty freaking tall.

Max patted his back in a hesitant manner, then cringed as he heard footsteps down the hallway. Curse both their lucks, Vince’s because he was about to be caught hurling his brains out, and Max’s because now he’d have to look out for the prick. 

He braced for Fernanda, the principal, or Maurice, the janitor, but raised his brows as the person who rounded the corner was no one he knew. The man was well into his mid fifties or early sixties, with wavy light brown hair and blue eyes… And he was really tall.

Max cringed as suddenly he realized he knew Mr. Monacelli from parent-teacher meetings and that the old guy would be expecting him to act like a lovable guy, the same lovable teacher he was when talking about Sophia or Livia. Fuck.

“Mr. Mona-”

“Dad,” Vince croaked, lifting his head for a slight second, “fuck- Fuck, it hurts.”

Mr. Monacelli all but ignored Max as he crouched down next to his son, planting a wrinkly hand on his back and rubbing in wide circles, “I got you, I got you. Get it up and then I’m taking you home.”

Max bit the inside of his cheek so as not to chuckle at that, “Uh- Hi…?”

“Mr. Daniels,” Giuseppe zeroed him, opening a small smile, “thank you for keeping him company.”

Sure. That was what he was doing.

“Yeah, uhm- Of course,” Max scratched at his beard, as Vince let out another sickly belch, bringing up a bit more watery vomit, and then leaned back, his head hitting the lockers, chest heaving, drenched in sweat.

“Babbo, I’m dying.”

“You should be,” Giuseppe glared at him, “what a stupida idea was that?” he softly thumped on his son’s forehead, “I couldn’t believe my ears when Livia told me. Cazzo, you’re an adult, Vincenzo!”

Vince frowned, looking pathetically close to tears, “babbo,” he breathed out, wiping at his mouth and clutching his bloated belly, “later?”

“Idiota,” his father scoffed, grabbing his arm and helping him get up, “Non pensi?”

“Dad,” Vince said a little harsher and his father stopped scolding him continuously, glaring at his son. 

“Let’s go home- Thank you for helping him, Mr. Daniels,” Giuseppe said, still oblivious to the role, or lack of one, Max had played.

“Of course,” Max said cheekily, following them out, “any time, Vince. I hope your tummy feels better.”

“Go fuck yourself, Danie- Babbo!” Vince cried out, as his father slapped the back of his hand, dragging him out of the school and towards his car.

“Don’t swear at the boy, he helped you,” Mr. Monacelli glared at Vince, “get in the car.”

“What am I, five?” Vince groaned, stumbling to the car and bracing against it, breathing deeply through the nausea. 

Max bit down a smirk, “Bye Mr. Monacelli,” he said happily, “bye Vinny.” 

Behind his father’s back, Vince raised a middle finger at him.

[jenwalmsely]

My motivation isn’t here today. I just want to nap, snack and nap again. I had steam cleaned the carpet last week and it seemed like I did a good job, I spent time on extracting the water (I was even on my hands and knees to make sure all the water was being sucked up my machine by adding pressure) but it’s been a few days and now it’s smelling musky. It’s dry enough that I was able to vacuum it, I’ve put down baking soda and giving it time to help absorb moisture while my dehumidifier is going (dehumidifier has been cleaned) but I might actually have to re-wash the floor with vinegar.

It’s really defeating because I wouldn’t need to wash it as often if we didn’t have cats. Its been a whole thing of trying to figure out why one of them (or all) are shitting on the carpet when their bins are in the laundry room and they’ve been doing it for months. I’ve bought different bins, cleaned them more, added an extra bin but it was ongoing. Also the same litter that I really enjoyed using started becoming a issue when it started to track everywhere through the house, they started kicking more of it out of the box (they didn’t use to be this messy). Maybe it’s back to being a moisture issue? I’ve been using this company for years but it seems that they’ve changed it — even the color and smell is different.

It’s closer to 30 dollars a box too.

As heartless as this is, I wouldn’t have cats. Cats play heavily into my *undiagnosed OCD.

All this basement has done in this house has been a stressor. I feel at my last wits end.

I really don’t want to steam clean again but I am going to have to. I don’t want to replace this carpet either. I have other things I want replaced (my livingroom floor for example)

Homeownership sucks sometimes.

Don’t get cats.

[kerosene-saint]

hihi :3 !! 4. if you have disability aids, do you decorate them ? and 9. have you had any ableist encounters that were just kinda funny? for disablity pride asks !!

4. I do use a cane! I very hardly decorate it since I rarely have the energy to or want to since my cane has to go with me everywhere and has to be able to handle rain, dirt, snow, bleach, dye, one time vinegar and baking soda, falling on the ground a fuck ton, etc. occasionally I'll put stickers on it but they eventually fall off

9. I wish I could say I have, any ableist encounters I had that were funny were repeated too many times either by the same person or by multiple people and became sorely unfunny and annoying.

although in hindsight I do think it's really funny that this girl who was in my counselor in training group told me "everyone's legs are hurting too, Jack" when I talked about how much pain I was in. I had been using a cane all week in front of her. I genuinely think she didn't believe I was disabled because I was able to walk (just barely) when in extreme pain

Disability pride month ask game!

[theshadowrealmitself]

Unfortunately! I still can’t even continue knitting today because I’ve been trying to get rid of a flea infestation and it’s fucked up my wrist (spraying a vinegar solution everywhere, not the only thing I’ve done for the fleas, but it’s the thing that fucked up my wrist)

Which means,, I can’t do anything rn 😭 no knitting, no drawing, no typing (even doing this sucks), which means not really posting or writing, oh! and I’m in between fandoms, no tv sounds good at the moment, and I can’t sleep because all my stuff is once again on my bed because the baking soda and salt all over the carpet that has to stay there for 24 hours minimum

Currently taking suggestions for what to do or even how to fix my wrist really quickly pretty please

[redshiftsinger]

I'd also add:

if you want to reduce waste and spend less money long-term, swap dryer sheets for a dryer ball. Basically, it's a ball of felted wool that you toss in your dryer. Does just as well as dryer sheets at stopping static, while being near-infinitely reusable.

Do NOT mix household cleaners! Ever! With the exception of baking soda and vinegar, if you use it for cleaning, don't mix it with other things you might use for cleaning. Nearly every combo makes incredibly toxic gases. Use one cleaner, if it doesn't do the job and you want to use another cleaner give the area a water rinse before applying cleaner #2. Relatedly, always read the directions on cleaning products and use as directed.

An electric beard shaver works well on leg hair, too. Get the screened kind, not the three-rotating-blades kind, it's less likely to snag your skin. So much faster than razors!

Mild allergies are more common than many people think. If you often get itchy rashes (even if it's just a few small raised bumps that look like tiny bug bites), cystic acne, dandruff that doesn't get better using medicated anti-dandruff shampoos, or canker sores in your mouth you might be allergic to your hygiene products. If your mouth feels sore, itchy, or tingly after eating certain foods, or if you think things that are not commonly described as such are "spicy", you may have a mild food allergy or a cross-reactivity from a pollen allergy.

Always dust rooms from the top down, because dust tends to fall. Vacuum after dusting rather than before, for the same reason.

Periods aren't supposed to be debilitating. Some menstrual-cramp pain is normal, but if you can't function without painkillers, see a doctor because you might have a hormonal imbalance or a condition such as endometriosis.

Vaginas are self-cleaning and do not need additional internal hygiene measures, in most cases. The exception is treating an infection IF you develop one, or if you end up internally exposed to an allergen or other irritant. In the latter case, a douche can help remove the irritant faster (either use one with a good pH balance, or follow-up with something to restore proper vaginal pH if you get in a pinch and have to douche with water to clear something out). Most of the time, just washing externally with water and a washcloth is plenty of hygiene maintenance. (Unless an actual doctor qualified to give you advice on vagina maintenance has instructed you to personally do differently).

Related to the above, but for everyone rather than specifically for folks with vaginas: spot-test new lubricants on your arm or something before you have sex using them. It's better to wait for sexy fun time than to get an allergic reaction on your nethers.

Folks with penises can also get genital yeast infections. They tend to be less uncomfortable for you than for folks with vaginas, but you can get them, and you can spread them to your sex partner(s). Wash your junk regularly. (having a yeast infection does not necessarily mean it was acquired via penetrative sex. That's only one possible vector, yeasts are *everywhere*)

In case no one told you growing up

Bras last longer if you let them air dry. Don’t put them in the dryer.

If you have a problem with frizzy hair, don’t dry your hair with a towel. It makes the frizzies worse. (I recently read an article that said to use a t-shirt? I brush mine out and let it air dry.)

Whites wash best in hot water. Everything else can be in cold - save on your electricity bill.

You can kill 99.9% of germs in a sponge by putting it in the dishwasher for a cycle or by microwaving it for 2 min (be sure to make the sponge damp before microwaving and to put a cup half full of water in with it and please DO NOT squeeze the sponge until it has cooled off)

Airing out your room/house and letting sunlight in every so often can decrease the number of household pests like silverfish and ants.

Black underwear is best during your period as stains are less likely to be visible.

To save money, put aside 10% of each paycheck into a savings account. It’ll add up.

Unless your hair has something on/in it (like grease or mud or something), using conditioner first can actually be the better choice. The conditioner holds in the good oils that help you hair look sleek and beautiful, which shampoo would otherwise wash away.

Speaking of shampoo - if you have long hair, washing just the bits that touch your scalp is generally enough. The rest of your hair gets cleaned with just the run off from your scalp.

If you put a tampon in and it’s uncomfortable/you can feel it, you didn’t do it quite right. A properly placed tampon is virtually unnoticeable by the wearer.

Apply deodorant/antiperspirant a couple hours in advance of when you need it. This gives the product the chance to block your sweat glands. Using deodorant just before going somewhere where you’ll sweat (this means walking outside for people in high humidity places) results in your sweat washing the deodorant off and starkly limiting its usefulness.

After running the dryer, use the dryer sheet from that load to brush out the lint catch - it gets everything off in a fraction of the time it’ll take you to get it clean with your bare hands. Paper towels also work well.

Wash your face everyday, or as often as possible. Forget which brand of cleanser is best. Just washing your face everyday will guarantee you clearer skin. And do you best not to pop pimples, as tempting as the urge may be.

Fold laundry asap after taking it from the dryer to avoid wrinkles. This may seem obvious for dress shirts and silly for things like t-shirts, but you’ll notice the difference even then once your shirts stop looking like unfolded paper balls.

[mouldexpertscanberra]

What Are the Most Effective Techniques for Surface Mould Clean-Up?

Mould growth on surfaces is a common problem, especially in places with a high humidity level or moisture exposure, such as bathrooms, kitchens, basements, and windowsills. Mould growth may not be a threat to health all the time but prolonged exposure causes respiratory problems, allergies, and many other health problems. Thus, mould growth must be addressed early. Knowing how to clean surface mould effectively prevents further damage to property and enhances indoor air quality.

Surface Mould Growth Understanding Mould is an organism that thrives in damp and humid conditions. The presence of moisture is constantly seen. It develops on surfaces whenever spores happen to land on a moist spot and start to colonize. Spores are found everywhere in the environment. However, there are some specific conditions, for instance, if a surface stays wet for some time, it may start to grow. Surfaces affected by mould include walls, ceilings, tiles, wood, carpets, and fabrics. If left untreated, mould can spread rapidly, causing structural damage, staining, and unpleasant odours.

Factors to Consider Before Cleaning Mould Evaluation of the extent of mould infestation must be made before any cleaning process is started. If mould covers a large area, that is more than 10 square feet, remediation by a professional may be necessary. Surface cleaning methods will usually suffice for smaller patches. The effectiveness of removal will also depend on the surface; porous materials, such as wood or drywall, can be harder to clean than non-porous materials like tiles or glass.

Effective Techniques for Surface Mould Clean-Up Soap and Water For light mould growth, a simple warm water and mild dish soap or laundry detergent is usually effective. This method particularly works well on non-porous surfaces such as tiles, countertops, and glass. Soap and water can also remove visible mould growth, although it may not be strong enough for severe stains or major infestations. For mild mould problems, this is a simple and cheap solution.

Vinegar Solution White vinegar, with its natural antifungal properties, is an excellent option for killing mould. Its acetic acid can penetrate surfaces, killing mould spores at the root. Unlike many chemical cleaners, vinegar is non-toxic and environmentally friendly, making it a safe choice for households with children or pets. This solution is especially useful in bathrooms, kitchens, and other areas where mould growth is prevalent. While vinegar's intense smell can overwhelm at first, it dries away and does not leave much of a trace on the cleaned surface.

Baking Soda Baking soda is another readily available household compound that is regularly used to help remove moulds. The soft abrasiveness of this compound allows effective removal of mould without causing much damage to surfaces, while also eliminating the smells that come along with a mould infestation. This product is safe for use on porous surfaces and non-porous surfaces. It can be applied in the form of a paste or sprinkled directly on the affected area. It works by loosening the mould and neutralizing the odour, and sometimes, the mixture can be effective when combined with other solutions like vinegar.

Hydrogen peroxide Hydrogen peroxide acts as a powerful disinfectant and fungicide, making it more effective than vinegar in Surface Mould Clean-up. Thereby, one can effectively annihilate mould presence on porous, as well as non-porous surfaces. Normally, hydrogen peroxide is considered to be mainly used for disinfecting serious infestations of mould appearance on walls and ceilings, particularly on fabrics and textiles. These can kill out mould spores, as it bleaches colors, thereby recommended for use extensively on heavily saturated surfaces. Generally, it won't emit smoke, as when it does for bleach.

Tea Tree Oil Tea tree oil is a natural antifungal and antimicrobial agent that may be very effective at treating surface mould. This agent is pricey, but a powerful solution to clean up mould, and nontoxic for most surfaces. Because of the antifungal property of tea tree oil, it is also an alternative option instead of using chemical-based mould remover, especially in small to medium infestation cases. It also has a long-term effect, preventing the growth of mould in the future. However, its strong smell may persist for some time after cleaning.

Other Surface Mould Clean-Up Considerations When cleaning mould from porous materials, such as wood, drywall, or carpets, it is important to remember that while surface cleaning methods can remove the visible mould, the spores may have penetrated deeper into the material. In such cases, more extensive treatment may be required, or in some instances, the affected material might need to be replaced. For instance, when mould has significantly damaged a carpet or wall, cleaning the surface is not enough, and professional remediation might be necessary.

Another important factor to consider is ventilation. After cleaning, it is crucial to ensure that the area is well-ventilated. Good airflow helps to dry out the area and prevent future mould growth. Consider using fans or opening windows to promote air circulation. Dehumidifiers can also be helpful in maintaining lower humidity levels, which is key to preventing mould from reappearing.

Preventing Future Mould Growth Prevention of the recurrence of mould is as important as the cleaning process itself. Once the immediate problem of mould is taken care of, it's important to address the source of the moisture. Leaky pipes, poor drainage, and inadequate ventilation are all factors that contribute to mould growth, so fixing any problems that may be causing excess moisture in your home is important. Areas prone to high humidity, such as bathrooms and kitchens, are best maintained by the regular use of a dehumidifier or air conditioner. Ensure that bathrooms are adequately ventilated, especially when showering or bathing. If necessary, install exhaust fans to help remove moisture from the air. Regular inspection and maintenance of plumbing systems will also reduce the risk of leaks, which can lead to mould growth.

Conclusion Cleaning of surface mould is a significant component in the healthy maintenance of the indoor environment. Regardless of the problem being small or more severe, proper cleaning techniques will resolve the issue and ensure it doesn't happen again. Soap and water, vinegar, baking soda, hydrogen peroxide, and tea tree oil can be used for the treatment of surface mould. However, a method may only be appropriate given the type of surface and level of infestation. The solution to long-term prevention of mould is to fix the root source of moisture, as well as ensure proper ventilation. Taking preventive measures and acting quickly will enable you to have a mould-free home and to improve the general air quality of your living area.

[blackstruggles]

Anyway there's this guy I'm kind of seeing and I kind of want to wait until it's more official to offer but he keeps talking about how the kitchen at the place he lives that is really dirty and GOD I am literally drooling at the thought of cleaning it, I love like decrepit ass nasty crusty kitchens and bathrooms and transforming them 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

The thought of just spraying vinegar and baking soda everywhere and getting in every nook and cranny and looking at the before and after pics in awe and pride I-

[gloryclean]

Pet Odor Is Biggest Problem: How To Get Rid Of It From Your Carpet

Pets bring joy to their owners, but they also come with a set of challenges. The most important annoying element among them is the pet stains and odours that make your home ambience feel dull. These odours can seem overwhelming and you may be ready to give up hope on having a home that smells nice. Don’t worry! Professional carpet cleaners in Brixton are here to help you and make your home smell good. They know the best way to make your home house smell good again.

Home Remedies To Remove Pet Odor

If you are experiencing persistent pet odours in your home, it may be advisable to attempt to eliminate them independently before investing in the services of a professional cleaning company. The following are some of the most effective methods for removing pet odours on your own:

Vacuum Regularly: 

Pets are messy and often leave hair and dirt everywhere. Vacuuming serves as a simple yet efficient method to prevent these messes from generating unpleasant odours.

Clean up any accidents immediately.

If your dog has an accident on your carpet, it's crucial to clean it up right away. The sooner you address the urine, the better, as it can quickly soak into the carpet fibres and leave a strong odour. Start by blotting the area with a clean white towel to absorb as much urine as possible. To begin, combine equal quantities of water and vinegar, and apply this mixture to the stained area by blotting. Subsequently, rinse the area with cool water and gently pat it dry using a clean towel.

Use a carpet cleaner.

A carpet cleaner is highly effective for removing dog odours from carpets. Many carpet cleaners are specifically designed for pet stains and odours, making them a great choice. Follow the manufacturer's instructions and use the cleaner in a well-ventilated room.

Baking Soda: Surprisingly, baking soda may be one of the best cleaning products in your home. Baking soda serves as an excellent deodorizer and possesses the ability to absorb a significant amount of unpleasant odours. Sprinkling some baking soda on your carpets or furniture is one of the most effective home remedies to clean up bad odours. Let it sit for 20 minutes, then vacuum up both the baking soda and the bad smells!

Use an enzyme cleaner.

Enzyme cleaners contain enzymes that break down and remove odours. They are particularly effective for dog smells because they penetrate the carpet fibres and neutralize the odour at its source. Adhere to the guidelines provided by the manufacturer and utilize the cleaner in an area with adequate ventilation.

Use a steam cleaner

A steam cleaner can effectively remove dog odours from carpets. The steam helps lift dirt and odours from the carpet fibres. Be sure to read the instructions carefully and use the steam cleaner in a well-ventilated room.

Use a professional carpet cleaning service.

If you're unable to remove the dog odour from your carpet on your own, consider hiring a professional carpet cleaning service. While the other methods might help slow the spread of bad pet odours, the most effective way to keep your carpets clean and smelling good is to regularly schedule visits from a professional cleaning company. Professionals have the tools and expertise to deep clean and deodorize your carpet.

By following these tips, you can eliminate dog odours from your carpet and keep it smelling fresh. For accidents involving children, clean the stains immediately, use a carpet cleaner or enzyme cleaner, and if the problem persists, consider using a steam cleaner or professional services. With the right methods and a bit of effort, you can successfully remove pet odours from your carpet.

Find A Professional Cleaning Company Today

Glory Clean work with a goal is to provide an easy and worry-free carpet cleaning service in Brixton. They start by inspecting your carpets for signs of stains and odours that need to be cleaned. They will vacuum those spots to make sure that our spot treatments can fully penetrate the areas of concern. They know how to offer the best and make the clients happy. If you need help removing a pet stain or odour from your house, call Glory Clean at 0207 118 0866 or visit their website for more information.

[navabharathnationalschoolsstuff]

Beyond Homework: Fun and Creative Ways Parents Can Support Learning

As a parent, your involvement in your child's education is crucial, but it doesn't have to be limited to checking homework or attending parent-teacher conferences. In fact, there are numerous fun and creative ways you can support and enhance your child's learning experience beyond the classroom. By integrating education into everyday activities, you help foster a love for learning and encourage curiosity. Here's how you can go beyond homework and make learning both enjoyable and engaging for your child.

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1. Incorporate Learning into Daily Activities

Learning opportunities are everywhere, and incorporating them into everyday tasks can make education feel less like a chore. Here are a few simple ways to turn daily activities into learning moments:

Cooking Together: Teach math and science by measuring ingredients, discussing chemical reactions during cooking, or talking about the nutritional values of foods.

Shopping Trips: Use grocery shopping to teach budgeting, addition, subtraction, and even reading by having your child create a shopping list or compare prices.

Gardening: Engage your child in gardening to explore biology and environmental science. Let them track the growth of plants, learn about photosynthesis, and understand how ecosystems work.

2. Turn Screen Time into Learning Time

While it's tempting to see screen time as an obstacle to learning, you can turn it into a powerful educational tool by selecting the right content. Some ideas include:

Educational Apps and Games: Look for fun and interactive learning apps that teach subjects like math, science, and language arts. Apps like Duolingo (for languages) or Prodigy (for math) combine fun with education.

Documentaries and Educational Videos: Watch nature, history, or science documentaries with your child and spark discussions about the topics presented.

YouTube Tutorials: Encourage your child to explore their interests with DIY projects, crafts, or science experiments through instructional YouTube videos.

3. Create a Reading-Rich Environment

Reading is fundamental to learning, and fostering a love for books is one of the best ways to support your child's education. To make reading an engaging activity:

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Set Up a Cozy Reading Nook: Create a special space at home for reading, filled with age-appropriate books that cater to your child's interests.

Start a Family Book Club: Pick a book to read as a family and have weekly discussions about the plot, characters, and themes. This helps improve comprehension and critical thinking.

Interactive Storytelling: Take turns with your child in creating stories, acting them out, or even drawing the characters and scenes. This sparks imagination and creativity while enhancing literacy skills.

4. Encourage Curiosity and Hands-On Exploration

One of the best ways to nurture a love for learning is by encouraging curiosity and hands-on exploration. Here are some activities that can spark curiosity:

Science Experiments at Home: Simple experiments like making a volcano with baking soda and vinegar or creating a rainbow with a glass of water and light can teach basic scientific concepts in a fun way.

Building Projects: Engage your child in building projects such as constructing a birdhouse, LEGO engineering challenges, or DIY crafts. These activities teach problem-solving and fine motor skills.

Nature Walks: Take walks in the park or forest, observe plants, animals, and weather patterns, and let your child ask questions about the environment.

5. Make Learning Social and Collaborative

Learning is often enhanced when it becomes a collaborative effort. Help your child build social and communication skills while engaging in educational activities:

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Host Playdates with an Educational Twist: Invite friends over for group learning activities like science experiments, craft projects, or even a friendly math competition.

Family Game Nights: Incorporate board games that build skills, such as Scrabble for vocabulary, Monopoly for math and strategy, or Pictionary to spark creativity and communication.

Collaborate on Projects: Work on projects together, such as a family scrapbook, a home DIY renovation, or a creative video project where your child learns planning, collaboration, and presentation skills.

6. Encourage Critical Thinking with Discussions

Engaging your child in thoughtful discussions is a great way to develop critical thinking and communication skills. Make time to:

Discuss Current Events: Watch the news or read a child-friendly news website and discuss current events with your child. Encourage them to express their thoughts, ask questions, and consider different perspectives.

Ask Open-Ended Questions: Instead of asking questions with yes or no answers, ask questions that spark deeper thinking like, "Why do you think that happened?" or "How would you solve that problem?"

7. Support Their Passions and Interests

Every child has unique interests and passions. Encouraging your child to pursue what excites them can boost their motivation to learn:

Enroll in Extracurricular Activities: Whether it's music lessons, sports, art classes, or coding workshops, extracurricular activities help children explore their passions and build new skills.

Create a "Passion Project": Help your child start a long-term project based on their interests, such as creating a YouTube channel, writing a storybook, or even designing a science project. This fosters creativity, goal setting, and perseverance.

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Final Thoughts: Learning Beyond the Classroom

Supporting your child's education doesn't have to mean sitting down for hours of homework. With these creative ideas, you can turn everyday moments into valuable learning experiences. Whether you're in the kitchen, outside on a nature walk, or building something together, there are countless ways to ignite curiosity, promote critical thinking, and, most importantly, make learning fun.

When parents take an active and creative role in their child's education, learning becomes a collaborative journey—one filled with exploration, discovery, and plenty of enjoyable moments.

[novastaronline]

my hamster exploded

ive been crying in my room for 2 hours now. I was making some salad dressing in the kitchen with my pet hamster manny (I let him roam around). My sister and her friends were also in there doing something. I spilled a bottle of vinegar, so I left to get a towel and when i came back manny was drinking it. I didnt think anything of it so I let him help me clean it up. all of the sudden manny starts acting really weird. hes normally very full of energy but he was just sitting still. Everyone gathered around him to try to figure out what was wrong. suddenly we hear a fizzling noise coming from inside manny and he started expanding. he let out a final squeak and bursted. bubbles and blood went everywhere. my sister and her friends started screaming and crying. I ran and got my dad and he cleaned it up. we looked in the pantry and apparently manny got into the baking soda and ate abunch of it. I think im traumatized now

….oh god….im genuinely scared

[syedalee]

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Rather than covering odors with artificial fragrances, SSD uses plant-based essential oils to leave a pleasant, herbal, heady scent in the back. This makes it a more secure preference for houses with youngsters or pets. The system is likewise biodegradable, protecting sewers and waterways from pollutants. SSD chemical solution is very focused, so a touch goes a long way. The fee is unrivaled, considering how much distance each bottle will cross. Save money and decrease plastic waste as opposed to unmarried-use cleaning merchandise. Switching to SSD is an easy and low-priced way to introduce sustainability into your cleansing ordinary.

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All-Purpose Cleaners

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Baking Soda & Vinegar

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Other "Natural" Brands

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Bathrooms

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Floors

SSD is safe for all floor types, including hardwood, tile, laminate, and vinyl. Mop it across floors for a streak-free shine. The natural essential oils leave behind a fresh scent, too.

Kitchen Surfaces

Use it to disinfect countertops and Appliances and remove stubborn grease from stovetops, microwaves, or outside ovens. SSD naturally lifts away dirt that builds up in these high-traffic areas over time.

Other Areas

SSD is highly versatile, ranging from washing machines and toys to windows, mirrors, and more. Find new ways to use it all over your home each cleaning day.

Comparing Green Cleaning Solutions

Let's compare SSD chemical solution to another famous green cleaning brand, Method, to help you decide which product is the best fit:

Product

SSD Chemical Solution

Method

Active Ingredients

Plant-derived essential oils

Synthetic surfactants and preservatives

Fragrance

Essential oils only, no dyes or artificial scents

Artificial fragrances added

Concentration

Highly concentrated - a little goes a long way

The more dilute formula needs more per-use

Value

$10-15/bottle lasts 6 months with diluted use

$ 10-15/bottle lasts 1-2 months

Environmental Impact

Biodegradable, safe for sewers

Some ingredients can harm aquatic life

Safety

Non-toxic, plant-based, child and pet safe

Some concerns about ingredients

As you can see from the comparison, SSD edges out the Method by using more straightforward, safer ingredients and offering better value for money with its highly concentrated formula. Feel good about choosing the greenest option for your home.

Taking the Leap to Safer Cleaning

With so many toxin-filled cleaners lining shelves, switching to an eco-friendly alternative like an SSD chemical solution requires a small leap of faith. But I promise you won't look back once you experience the benefits:

A cleaner, purer-smelling home that supports better health

Money saved through SSD's concentrated formula

Peace of mind knowing you're protecting families and the planet

Hassle-free cleaning with a product that gets the job done

Thousands already love how easy SSD makes green cleaning. Don't you deserve to join them in living toxin-free? Order yours online today and see what a difference a few simple ingredients can make. Your new, safer cleaning routine starts right now.

Frequently Asked Questions about SSD Chemical Solution

Is it safe on sealed wooden surfaces?

SSD has been tested for use on sealed wood, such as polyurethaned furniture or kitchen cabinets, without damage. As a precaution, always spot test in an inconspicuous area first.

What dilution ratio should I use?

A 1:10 ratio of SSD to water works great for regular cleaning tasks. This provides ample cleaning power while stretching your solution further. Adjust to taste for heavier-duty jobs.

How do I store extra solutions?

Pour the unused diluted solution into the original bottle and close it tightly. SSD maintains its effectiveness for 3 to 6 months and is stored at room temperature from direct sunlight.

What cleaning tasks is it not suited for?

While excellent for most surfaces, SSD is less effective on caked-on grease or heavy-duty jobs like stripping wax. Alternative products work better for these tasks.

How do I dispose of leftover solutions?

Once the solution is no longer effective, pour down the drain with plenty of water. SSD breaks down safely without polluting sewers or waterways like some commercial cleaners can.

Final Thoughts

In conclusion, SSD Chemical Solution For Sale: Your Guide to Green Home Cleaning offers a healthier solution for people looking to switch to non-toxic cleaners. It provides the performance needed without harsh chemicals or synthetics. SSD makes green cleaning easy and affordable for any home.

Switching to SSD Chemical Solution For Sale, your guide to green home cleaning is essential in reducing exposure to toxins. Its plant-derived formula allows you to clean confidently while supporting the environment. Try SSD. You may be surprised by how well it works without compromising wellness. Enjoy cleaner living with the latest in natural home sanitation.

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