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Normal Missteps to Avoid in Carwash and Detailing.

Car detailing is a significant piece of keeping a car's worth and appearance. Nonetheless, it is not difficult to commit errors while washing and detailing a car that can bring about harm to the paint and inside.

Proficient detailers suggest washing the car in a concealed region on a cool day with a spotless pail and towels. Washing the body of the car in areas, beginning with the haggles first is ideal.

To do a perfect carwash and detailing in Kingston, Ontario, you can contact Maple Carwash. They do full-service carwash and vacuum at $15.

Using the Wrong Products.

Most car detailing items are designed for explicit kinds of cars and surfaces. Utilizing a cleaning item that is not intended for your car or surface might harm it. This incorporates items for inside cleaning like calfskin and floor covering cleaners. You ought to continuously adhere to the directions cautiously while applying these synthetic substances.

Essentially, utilizing some unacceptable sort of water while washing your car can harm it. Water with a lot of minerals can cause scratches and dull the completion. Involving refined or sifted water for washing and rinsing is ideal.

You ought to abstain from using a similar fabric for flushing and drying your car. Doing so will spread soil starting with one region and then onto the next, causing unattractive streaks and water spots. You ought to wash your microfiber materials and containers completely before starting your detailed work. Along these lines, they'll be liberated from soil and trash that could scratch the paint. With the present great car care and detailing items, you can accomplish proficient outcomes with just the right amount of tolerance and care at home.

Using Too Much Pressure.

Car detailing can appear to be convoluted, however, with the present great car cleaning items it's simpler than at any other time to accomplish proficient outcomes. With a couple of basic devices like a water hose, pails, Wash Glove, and The Safeguard, you can have a lovely shine and be faultless inside in a matter of moments.

Nonetheless, it's not difficult to commit a couple of errors that can harm your car and take more time to fix. These normal mix-ups incorporate utilizing some unacceptable items, applying them excessively fast, and neglecting to permit the synthetic compounds to stay.

Another slip-up is washing a car in direct daylight. While it might appear to be normal to do, experts will generally differ for a couple of strong reasons. In the first place, the sun will dry out the cleaning item excessively fast before you can clear it off and besides, it can abandon water detects that are challenging to eliminate. All things considered, track down a cool concealed spot to work and you'll obtain improved results. You'll likewise save investment.

Applying Liquid Wax or Polish Directly.

Proficient car detailers adopt a multi-step strategy for the use of auto wax and protectants. They start by utilizing a cleaning agent that can swamp off light surface soil and garbage before polishing the car. Next, they apply a clean to eliminate scratches and oxidation. They follow this up with a protectant that can repulse water and diminish smirch and streaks.

The most ideal way to keep away from any slip-ups while applying fluid wax is to sparingly apply it to the utensil cushion instead of straightforwardly to the paint. This takes into consideration better control of inclusion and can save you items. Frequently it is prescribed to work in little segments, like a portion of the hood, so you can be predictable with your item position.

Additionally, make certain to apply the wax when the car is cool and out of direct daylight. Applying it to a hot surface can make the wax dry excessively fast, making it harder to buff and leaving unattractive spots.

Using a Regular Towel for Drying.

The towels you use can incredibly influence the completion of your car. Using old or grimy towels can make twirls, water spots, and foreign substances on the paint. The ideal way to avoid this is by having a different pail for washing and flushing and continuously utilizing a perfect towel while drying.

Towels are a major venture and ought to be treated all things considered. Kube recommends segmenting out your assortment by type to guarantee that each is appropriately utilized for its work. For instance, extravagant or profound strands are better for fragile undertakings while short or circled filaments convey predominant scouring and cleaning power. Waffle weave towels are a decent decision for non-fragile positions and have the most elevated retentiveness gram for gram.

New towels ought to constantly be washed and dried before they are utilized in a carwash. This will assist with killing the build-up that normally happens from the assembling system. After a couple of washes, if a towel begins to give indications of being tainted or stained it might be resigned to less significant errands and supplanted with a new, clean towel.

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Buttermilk

It doesn't take long to settle into the rhythm of your new summer job. Or: the babysitter x single dad au

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Sweat beads on your brow as summer approaches its zenith. Its hottest point. You splurge on an iced caramel latte from the gas station on the way over and pick one up for John as well. Your arm is already stretched out when he opens the front door to let you in, offering it to him. 

“I, uh…thought you might want one as well,” you explain, stuttering through your words. Crumbling under his amused expression. 

You crave it though. His approval. That fond smile that seems reserved especially for you. The rare murmured good girl, his hand sometimes coming down to ruffle your hair. Even the memory of it makes your breath get lodged in your throat. You covet every crumb of it.

He takes the iced latte from you though before heading out for the day. Gift received. Even squeezes your shoulder in thanks before he shuts the door behind him, and you manage to keep from swooning until you hear his car pull out of the driveway. 

You stand by the window with the baby pressed to your chest for so little that you can’t blame when a little fist tugs at your hair. 

“Sorry, lovie,” you whisper into his fuzzy hair. Inhale deeply. 

It’s not as though you’re starved for things to do. Were John’s son a few years older, you might have your work cut out for you, but there’s still plenty to do around the house even when you put the baby down for his morning nap. You save the vacuuming for when baby is awake and you’re not in danger of hearing him suddenly start crying through the baby monitor, but you dust and fold laundry and start the dishwasher and take the recycling out and by the time the baby is ready for lunch, you’ve already broken a light sweat. 

Let no one tell you that babysitting is a walk in the park.

That being said, you do put the baby in his stroller for a walk in the park after lunch. 

The park isn’t terribly far from John’s house, so coupled with the short path around the park and the walk back, you’ll get a good amount of steps in today without risking the baby being late for his mid afternoon nap. 

It’s hard to not have an accidental, forbidden thought. Something like I wonder if anyone thinks I’m the baby’s mom when you push the stroller past a group of moms gathered together near the jungle gym, their kids sprinting on wobbly legs and climbing like dexterous little wildlings. 

Those thoughts are dangerous though, best kept under wraps. Clandestine. Because once you start having those thoughts, they never really go away; they just get relegated to a part of your brain that switches on when the lights go off and you think about what it must have been like to carry a baby in your stomach for nine months. 

You’re in danger, girl, a small voice in your head warns you. It’s hard to hear her clearly these days. 

John comes earlier for once, around midday. It takes you by surprise. You jump when the door opens, the sound ricocheting off the walls like a gunshot and, in that same second, a wave of terror and rage washes over you, your heart already racing at the thought of someone breaking in while it’s just you and the baby home. You spring to your feet, hands already trembling by your sides, and then his familiar shape walks into the room, boots still on and all.

He pauses when he sees your shoulders slump with relief. 

“Sorry,” you breathe, heart still racing. “I thought you were…” Your voice trails off towards the end because you don’t know how to say it without sounding silly. 

His eyes cut to the baby in the bouncy chair behind you, your body still stood protectively in front of him, and then they soften. 

“No, that’s on me—should’ve given you a ring before I left,” he says, a light apology in his voice. He throws his keys into the bowl in the foyer before stalking towards you. You stare up at him wide eyed, only blinking when he ruffles your hair before bypassing you to go pick up his son. 

“How’s my baby?” he asks, pressing a kiss to the baby’s milksoft cheek, and your heart spins and cartwheels in your chest. All sorts of tricks that keep you rooted in place, unable to manage a single word. “You been good today?”

I’ve been good, you almost croak out, the words on the tip of your tongue. You swallow. Force them back down. You’re not his baby. 

Another dinner invitation that you can’t turn down. Not because it wouldn’t be polite but because you couldn’t muster up the will to refuse even if you really did have plans. Lucky that you don’t. 

When he puts the baby down to sleep for the night, you linger by the door, sure you’re a platitude or two away from being shown out for the night. John calls your name from the kitchen though, drawing you deeper into the house again. 

“Go put something on,” he instructs when you idle under the archway of the door. With his back to you, you can’t make out the expression on his face, leaving you no choice but to gawp at the undulation of his shoulder muscles as he washes out the dishes before stacking them in the dishwasher. “You want something to drink?”

“Just, uh—” you rasp, clearing your throat. “Just juice, thanks.”

You can’t settle on anything to stream, nothing perking your interests; or maybe you’re just too antsy to make an informed decision on what to watch right now. 

There are other things to worry about. Like John moving around in the other room or the way your denim shorts ride up when you sit down, bunching up at the crotch. You make an attempt to lift your hips and pull them back down as much as you can, but you panic and abort your plan when John comes into the room, embarrassed at the thought of being caught readjusting yourself. 

The cushion under you bounces slightly when John drops himself down onto the couch beside you, the motion making your shorts ride up even more. You wince when the seam presses tight against your clit, on the edge of mildly painful and turning you on. 

“Here, sweetheart,” he says, putting his own drink down on the coffee table before handing you your glass of juice. 

“Thanks,” you bleat, taking a sip almost instantly to mask the look on your face, afraid he’ll read the panic there and press for details. 

He sits closer than usual, as he always does these days. It’s not something you ever discuss. It just seems to happen. Slowly, like ice sheets drifting over water. One day you’re sitting on opposite sides of the couch and the next he’s all up in your space, thigh to thigh with you while the living room goes dark and the TV glows, the reflection throbbing against the glass. An ever-flickering light that illuminates the side of his head when you peer up at him.

Your tongue rests against the roof of her mouth, dry; sparing.

With his arm resting on the back of the couch over your shoulder, the scent of him is almost smothering. Each inhale makes your head spin. If you were to tilt your head to the side, you’d be level with his armpit, his scent strongest there, and that thought spins in your head like a merry-go-round until someone in the movie you’re supposed to be watching shouts, dragging your attention back to it. 

“Christ, these are little, huh?” John grunts, suddenly reaching over to pinch the frayed ends of your shorts between his fingers. “This what the kids these days are wearing?” 

You don’t know how to respond to that. Your body’s so hot that you feel like you’re swimming in heat, sweat prickling at your hairline and on the back of your neck. 

“I-it’s hot out,” you stutter, your whole body suddenly hot. With how high your shorts have ridden up, his fingers are precariously close to your core, just a hairsbreadth from skimming up your inner thigh and brushing against your folds, now plump and sensitive. 

You wonder if he can make out the outline of your pussy from underneath your shorts. They hug into the seam of your legs, pinching the skin of your inner thighs. You don’t dare glance down. 

He hums, pulling his hand away and you stare wide eyed at the television in front of you when you shift and the glide between your legs tells you just how wet you are. Sitting on the couch next to your boss twice your age with a wet pussy. 

You lean forward to try and readjust, masking the movement by reaching blindly for your glass on the coffee table at the same time. You must pick up the wrong glass by accident though because when you go to lift it to your lips, John’s hand stops you, fingers curling around yours and easily tugging the glass away from your mouth. 

“No, baby, that’s mine; bit young for a drink, aren’t you?” John chuckles, eyes squinting with his smile. 

“I’m legal,” you frown, pouting. 

He acts like that sometimes; like he doesn’t keep track of how old you are. 

“All right, but only a sip, got it?” he cautions, handing you the glass. 

You don’t know why you take it. You would’ve been better admitting to your mistake and putting the glass back down. 

He chuckles when you wince on your sip, nearly spitting it up. Horrifically embarrassing because it’s not like you’ve never had a drink before. You’ve gone out for drinks plenty of times with friends. 

“Yeah,” he rasps, taking the glass from you and flicking his knuckle against your bottom lip as he does. “That’s what I thought.”

And it happens again and again. Head resting on his shoulder when you drift off on the couch before he shakes you awake. In the grocery store, he comes up behind you while you’re pushing the cart and puts his arms around to steer you down another aisle, his broad chest pressed against your back. 

You hold your tongue. Bite off and chew the words. Because it’s nothing; it’s innocent. You’ve known from the get-go that John is more of a man of action than words. If anything, you’re the one reading too much into things. Little touch-starved girl from the bad side of town. It’s not his fault that you preen when he praises you; that you bunt your head against his hand when he ruffles your hair. Every drop of affection soaked up, savoured. Nourishing your heart and your soul. So lonely, so wanting. All those years holed up on your own, no warm body in the bed beside you. 

Then John Price waltzed in and you expected to keep everything sealed up tight in your chest.

So it’s no wonder you gorge yourself on his touch and hope he doesn’t notice the way you lean into it. The rabbit-quick beat of your heart. Your want simmering under your skin, a disgusting, base thing desperate for gentleness. 

You wonder if he sees the same thing when he looks at you.

In the heat of summer, John invites you to join him and the baby for a weekend at the beach in Portugal.

You only say yes because it’s the dog days of summer. At the beach, there’ll be umbrellas to sit under and beer coolers of cold drinks and the ice cold Atlantic to swim in. Plus, you’ve had little opportunity in your life to travel—you’ve barely stepped foot in France, never mind Portugal. But John has friends with a house in the Algarve that have graciously offered him the week, so who are you to say no to such a thoughtful gesture? 

The only reason you consider not going is because you can’t shake the sense of foreboding. 

“Baby, can you get my back?” John asks when you arrive at the beach the first day of your trip, and when you turn back to him, you have to act quick to catch the sunscreen lobbed your way. 

That’s how you find yourself kneeling in the sand behind him, rubbing sunscreen on his back. His shoulders flex under your hands, and you can feel the muscle bunching and relaxing with each swipe across his shoulder blades. The worst is when you get to his low back. John’s groans are obscenely loud, guttural rumblings from the back of his throat. Ravenous. 

“Okay, that’s everything,” you chirp, rubbing the excess off on your thighs. 

“Good,” John says, twisting around. “Now it’s your turn.”

Your eyes widen.

“Wait—I don’t need to—”

You don’t know quite how he manages it, but a couple minutes later, you find yourself lying flat on your stomach on your beach towel, John squirting a good amount of sunscreen onto the middle of your back. All you get as a warning is the sunscreen bottle tossed to the ground beside your head before two big hands come down to your back to massage the cream into your skin. 

There’s nowhere for you to go when John throws a leg over your hips to straddle you. He holds the majority of his weight off you, but despite his best efforts, you can still feel his dick against your ass, his loose swim shorts doing nothing to hold him in place. 

He doesn’t ask for permission before undoing the knot holding your bikini top together, one quick pull and then the garment loosens around your chest. You can feel the fabric pool around you on the towel. 

“John, you—” you start, almost coming up onto your elbows before realizing that your top won’t be coming with you if you do. 

“Just gotta make sure I get your whole back, baby,” he reassures you, both hands gliding up your back to curve around your shoulders before dragging back down. “Won’t be more than a minute.”

It’s no use calling him out on the lie because there’s nothing you could do even if you did.

With hands as big as his, his fingers can’t help brushing the sides of your tits every time he smooths his hands down your back. You bite your lip nearly raw to keep from letting your moans escape, toes curling in the sand underneath you and thank god John is facing the other way or else your arousal would be clear as day to him. The gusset of your bathing suit is already damp and you haven’t even gotten in the water yet. 

His hands drag up and down your back, lathering the lotion into your skin, massaging it into the muscle. Each pass of his hands making your eyes roll back, breath coming out in choppy pants. Tweaking when the palms of his hands easily encompass your shoulders, nearly tickling under your arms.

“There we go. All done,” he announces, jolting you out of the lustful fog you’d slipped into during his ministrations. 

“All good?” you ask, a touch breathy. 

“Mhm,” John rumbles, smoothing a hand up your back one last time, just to double check. Only clenching your fists until the skin around your knuckles tighten keeps you from shuddering at his touch. “Lemme just—” 

Your throat constricts when you feel him reknot the back of your bikini top, fingers quick and deft for their size. He’s tied knots before. It’s better not to let that thought sink in too deep. 

Turning over onto your back takes a near insuperable amount of energy, the rest wrung from your body by the hands now preoccupied with readjusting his shorts. 

“You alright if I take him for a swim?” John asks, holding his squirming son against his bare chest. 

You wave him off, a hand coming up to shield your eyes from the sun. 

You can’t help but stare at his ass as he walks away, practically mesmerised. In the water, he wades up to his knees with his son still cradled in one arm. The ocean water laps at his shins, dappled with light, low waves in the distance scintillating at their peaks. The ends of his swim shorts cling to his legs as the water leaches into the fabric. 

Trying to keep your eyes off him is a losing game, not when John’s clad in nothing more than a pair of swim trunks, broad shoulders and chest on display, and now your hands tingle with the memory of how they felt rubbing suntan lotion over his skin. His trunks are pulled taut around thick thigh muscles, just barely loose enough to keep from being indecent. 

The panic returns when you catch some nearby women ogling him, one angling her body towards him like she’s considering walking over, and that’s when your heart beats too fast and you stumble to your feet, leaving your beach towel and umbrella behind to go join John in the water. 

“Hey sweetheart,” he greets when you’re only a few steps away, shivering when the cold water touches your feet. “Missed us, did ya?”

He reels you in with his free arm, pulling you into his side before transferring the baby into the cradle of your arms. Doesn’t even flinch when your breast is pressed against his side, as if it’s nothing out of the ordinary. As if your cheek wasn’t nearly flush with the pelt of dark hair growing in whorls on his chest, your eye level with a dark, flat nipple. 

The girls hovering nearby scrunch their noses up when they notice you snuggled up against John’s chest. Assuming you must be someone special for him to be holding you that way; like a girlfriend or a wife—

You choke off the rest of that thought before it can take root. 

The rest of the trip is no better. You’re a right mess made worse by the cloying heat and the forced proximity. At the restaurant, John pulls your chair out for you and then sits right beside you, arm resting on the back of your chair while he talks, cologne clotting the air around you. He’s popular wherever he goes—easy candour and winsome smile able to make anyone, from the servers to the other patrons, want to get to know him better. 

All you can do is bask in the radiance; a sun in the middle of any room. 

Back at the house, you sleep in the other room, only a single, flimsy wall between your room and John’s. The walls are so thin that you can hear every groan and snore and snuffle, head ringing with his sounds until you fall asleep and they permeate your dreams instead. 

At seven in the morning, you wake to the sound of him rolling over in his bed, the mattress squeaking under his weight, and taking himself in hand. The sound of flesh against flesh; the groans bitten off too late for you not to catch them, sweat beading on your hairline as you stare at the white wall and picture John on the other side, big chest panting with his breaths as he tugs on his cock. You listen until his final groan, fingers petting at your clit until you have no choice but to turn your head into your pillow to muffle your sobs. 

As best as you try to put it out of mind, you can’t meet his eyes at breakfast. 

You flinch when the same hand that he must’ve used to jerk himself off comes down onto the top of your head when John goes to refill his mug of coffee. “Sleep well last night?” he asks, deep voice still coated in sleep. 

“Not bad,” you whisper. 

Shivering when he drops his hand to the junction between your shoulder and your neck and gives it a squeeze.

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Season Colds

Joe Burrow x Reader

Summary: When you wake up sick, you decide to go stay in a hotel and lie to Joe about where you are going.

Warnings: Slight angst but not a lot, Worried Joe

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: My first Joe Burrow fic!!! I've been feeling sick the last couple of days and thought of this.

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You knew it was coming. You felt it coming. You were on the verge of being sick. You could feel how exhausted you were. You could feel that your chest was starting to tighten up. You could feel your nose starting to get congested. It happens every time the weather drastically changes. Allergies jumped started it into something worse. But you knew this was more than allergies. This was a cold. 

When you woke up Wednesday morning, you felt awful. You looked around for Joe to see if he was still home, but when you locked eyes on the clock and saw that it was after 9 am, you knew he already left for training and wouldn’t be back until mid to late afternoon. 

Getting up to go to the bathroom was a chore. After washing your hands when you finished your business, you decided to see if you had a fever. You quietly thanked your mom for giving you a thermometer years ago and quickly pulled it out of the cabinet. You put it under your tongue and waited as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. You looked rough. The thermometer beeped and you pulled it out of your mouth to check it. 102. 

Going back in the bedroom after washing and putting the thermometer up, you decided you needed to leave so Joe wouldn’t get sick. He was in the middle of season and it was already rough enough as is without adding sickness on top of it. You quickly made a reservation at The Westin for the next two nights just in case you weren’t better tomorrow. You surely hoped you were because you didn’t plan on telling Joe you were sick. He would insist you stay home so he could take care of you. 

After packing a bag of just necessities and medicine, you loaded the car. You decided to call Sharon to see if she was available to clean the house today. 

“Hey Y/N, what can I do for you?” Sharon asked as she answered.

“I’m sorry to call you on an off day Sharon, but is there anyway you can come in today and just wipe down counters, change the sheets on the bed, and maybe vacuum. Just a little disinfecting. I don’t feel great and I don’t want to risk Joe getting sick. And I would really prefer him not know about you coming today or telling him I’m sick.” You said.

“Oh dear. Are you okay?” She asked, concerned.

“I’m fine. Just a cold. I just don’t think Joe can afford to get sick in the middle of the season with how it’s going so I’m going to go stay in a friend’s spare room so I don’t get him sick.” You answered.

“I know he’s not going to like that, but yes. I can be there in the next 30 minutes. I will have it done before lunch.” Sharon was someone that has been in Joe’s life since he moved into this house. She has worked for him since the beginning. A few months after he moved in, Joe asked you to move in when he realized the two of you were getting serious. “What do I tell Joe if he comes home early?”

“Just tell him I asked you to come today and that you could take Thursday off. But with it being Wednesday and him having a longer practice and having press, I doubt he does. Just know I appreciate you for this Sharon. I will make sure I add to your Christmas bonus.” You added honestly.

“You don’t have to do that dear. I love the both of you dearly. I will make sure the house is good for him. If you need anything, you let me know.” Sharon said sweetly. 

“Thank you Sharon.” You smiled as you hung up. We really didn’t deserve her. You quickly texted Joe before you decided to head off to the hotel near the stadium. 

You at 9:46 am: Hey bub. I am going to Maks house for the night. We are going to do dinner and have a treat yo self type of day. I will see you tomorrow after practice. I love you! 

You knew he wouldn’t see it for a couple of hours since he usually had a late lunch on Wednesdays. Backing out of the garage, you tried to make the drive as quick, but safely, as possible. You thought about going by the stadium on your way, but the exhaustion and headache was starting to get worse. 

After a quick, early check in, you went up stairs and got into bed. You plugged your phone into the charger so it wouldn’t die if you fell asleep. You turned on the tv to a local Cincinnati sports channel and listened to them talk about the Bengals season as you fell asleep.

— — — — — — 

You woke to the hotel room dark with only the tv giving light. You heard buzzing next to you and realized a phone call is what woke you. Picking up your phone as the call ended, you noticed you had multiple missed calls and texts from Joe and a couple from Makenzie. 

Shit. You thought. Looking through your texts with Joe, you start from where you left your message.

JoeyBear at 12:53 pm: Sounds good babe. I hope you have fun. You deserve a relaxing day. Call me after dinner. I love you. 

JoeyBear at 3:12 pm: Hey babe! Hope you are having fun. Don’t forget to call later. I have a funny story to tell you if you haven’t already seen the press conference. 

JoeyBear at 5:48 pm: Mak just called and asked if I’ve talked to you today. I’m not mad you lied. I just need you to call me back.

JoeyBear at 5:55 pm: Y/N please call me back.

JoeyBear at 6:08 pm: Y/N this isn’t funny. Answer the phone.

JoeyBear at 6:21 pm: At least text me back so I know you are okay.

JoeyBear at 6:29 pm: I just checked Life360. Why are you at a hotel? 

JoeyBear at 6:34 pm: If you don’t answer, I’m going to come down there and get you myself.

JoeyBear at 7:07pm: I’m on my way. Call me. Please.

“Fuck.” you whispered to yourself. You looked at the clock and saw it was 7:45pm. You slept all day. If this is what his texts are, I don’t even want to hear his voicemails. You decide to click the last one just to know what state he’s in before you call him back.

“Y/N, babe. I need you to answer the phone or call me back. Please.” He sounded worried with a hint of anger. “Mak has tried calling you and so have I. What are you doing at a hotel? You know what, it doesn’t matter. I’ll be there shortly. Please call me back if you get this before I try calling again.” 

You quickly lowered the phone. You needed to call him. As you started to click on his name when someone frantically knocked on the door.

“Y/N, let me in.” You heard Joe say through the door. 

Despite being a little lightheaded from dehydration and getting up too fast, you walked as fast as you could to the door and opened it up.

��What the fuck Y/N? I’ve been worried sick.” Joe said as he stormed past you into the room.

“I’m sorry. I fell asleep and didn’t hear my phone. I just woke up.” You said as you used the wall to help guide you back to the bed. Joe finally really looked at you. He saw how pale you looked. 

“Shit.” You heard him whisper. “Come here.”

Joe walked towards you and helped guide you back into the bed. You gratefully laid down and Joe covered you up before putting the back of his hand up to your forehead.

“You’re still warm. How long have you had a fever?” He asked concerned as he looked around the room for water and medicine. 

“Since this morning. I took medicine before I left, but fell asleep shortly after I got here.”

“Is this why Sharon came today?” You looked at him shocked. “It’s always easy to tell when she’s been by. House smells like cleaning supplies instead of your candles. Plus I could tell the sheets were changed.”

“Wait. No. Get away. You need to leave.” You said pushing him away as he brought a water bottle to you.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m leaving you right now. You’re sick Y/N. I’m not going to leave you like this.” He said as he sat beside you and helped you sit up to take the medicine.

“I need you to leave. You can’t get sick because of me. I don’t want to make anything harder on you.” You pleaded.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll stay in the guest bedroom if you really want me to, but I’m taking you home. You should be in your bed in the safety of your own home.” He said as he stood up and started packing what little you got out of your bag. He quickly grabbed the brush you packed and brushed the bed head you had going on. He took his hoodie off and put it on you. He then put the hood up over your head.

“I need to call Mak.” You said as you remembered her texts and calls.

“I already told her I have you. Now come on, the car’s still parked out front.” He said as he kept an arm around your waste to keep you steady.

“But what about my car?” You asked genuinely.

“I’ll get Ja‘Marr to pick me up tomorrow and bring me by on our way to practice and I’ll bring it home tomorrow afternoon.” You nodded at him as you got in the elevator. 

Once you got in the car and started to head home, you turned to look at Joe. He looked back at you and smiled as your eyes started to droop. He reached over and grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers.

“How did you know what room I was in?” You asked quietly.

“Helps that you put the room on my credit card.” He laughed softly. You let out a small giggle as you said oops.

“I’m sorry I worried you. I didn’t mean to. I just didn’t want to get you sick. And now you will because you’ve been around me.” You said with a pout.

“I’ll be okay. I promise. I just want to make sure you're okay. You don’t have to run from me. I thought something seriously happened to you. I completely forgot about Life360 until it finally clicked that I should check it.”

“I’m sorry I lied to you. I just knew you would want to take care of me and I didn’t want you sick. The season already sucks for you. I see what you’re going through. I know you try not to bring it home with you, but I see the frustration every day. Getting sick is the last thing this team needs. They need you out there. The fans need you out there.” You said honestly.

“I get it. I do. Just know you never have to hide from me. I’m with you in sickness and in health.” He said as he rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb.

“You need to put a ring on it for that line.” You said with a laugh. 

“Don’t worry. I plan to.” Joe laughed with you.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you looked at his profile. You knew every inch of Joe like the back of your hand. That never stopped you from admiring the love of your life though. But with the soft sound of your music that Joe turned on, the rumble of the road, and Joe rubbing your hand, you finally let the tiredness take you. 

As Joe took the exit toward your neighborhood, he looked over at you and noticed you were asleep again. He smiled softly as he drove carefully through the streets. After a few minutes, he pulled into the garage and gently let go of your hand and turned off the car. He opened your door and carefully lifted you out of the vehicle and took you to your shared bedroom. Laying you softly on the bed and tucking you in. As he went to kiss your forehead, you turned.

“Oh Joseph Lee, I love you more than life itself.” You said with a sigh and curled into yourself.

“I love you more than anything in these universes.” He whispered and kissed your forehead. He pushed your hair out of your face and smiled down at you as he watched you sleep. He knew he was going to marry this girl one day.

[belphies-cowgirl]

little things they do for you

word count: 900+

content warning: mentions of body image (if I am missing anything please let me know and I will add it!)

Lucifer

invites you into his study whenever he gets a new record. he prefers listening to it with you in his arms. also, he'll play the piano for you if you ask him.

will praise you for minor or major accomplishments. even if you don't think something deserves praise he gives it to you anyways. he's so proud of his human. 

wakes you up gently by rubbing your back or your shoulder. sometimes if you've stayed up late studying or working he peppers your face with gentle kisses (he will drag you out of bed lovingly if he needs to)

Mammon

will hype you up and be your partner in crime. will indulge in creating chaos or doing something stupid with you. you have his full support and he'd do anything for you, even if it results in him getting strung up by Lucifer. he'll happily take the blame and punishments for you. 

will let you have control over the radio and heat/ac settings in his car. will let you put your feet up on the dashboard too. he bought a car charger for you in case you forget to bring yours and he'll order for you in the drive-thru (has what you want memorized, but still asks if you want something else) 

helps you with chores. does laundry with you and carries your laundry basket (cleans out the lint trap for you too) does the dishes with you, he washes while you dry or vice versa. moves furniture for you while you vacuum (let him woo you by showing off his strength) want to rearrange your room at 3 am? he'll help you. 

Levi

if you're into cosplay he'll make outfits for you. he'll make sure it fits perfectly and has some wiggle room for comfort.

will let you sit on his lap and help you get through hard levels or help you find new areas and items. will guide your hand with his while doing so and praise you. 

if you're anxious about something he'll try anything to ease some of your anxiety. he'll give your hand reassuring squeezes or talk you through a breathing exercise or simply listen to you talk about what's making you anxious. he'll look up more ways to deal with anxiety and practice them with you. 

Satan

texts you quotes from books or poems that remind him of you or when he wants to be romantic. he sometimes takes inspiration from romance novels when planning a date. also surprises you with flowers for no reason. 

will help you study or write an essay. teaches you how to color code, organize, find proper resources, and reassures you that you're doing a good job. he'll be patient and adapt his techniques to any learning style you prefer. 

will spend hours with you in a bookstore, and carry any books you want to buy. if you like to spend a decent amount of time in certain genre aisles, he'll grab books you can't reach or just be content standing near you while you look through the books. 

Asmo

want an outfit that didn't come in your size or was sold out? he'll somehow get it for you or make one for you. need some alterations done? say less. see something you like but you're low on funds? say less. 

have any pain, discomfort, or trouble relaxing? he's got heating pads, pain relievers, an aroma diffuser, bath salts, anything you can think of for pain relief or relaxation. he also gives really good massages. 

will help you with any insecurities you may have. reassuring words, compliments, and sticky notes on any mirrors to remind you that you're beautiful and are worthy of so much more than you think you deserve. will buy you products that help enhance your natural beauty. he'll also help you take care of yourself with little reminders or help you establish and keep up with a daily routine.

Beel

lets you wear his clothes if you're having one of those days where you just want to hide your body or just want to feel super comfy and smell like him.

he reminds you to eat every day. he understands if it's hard sometimes for you to eat at least 3 meals a day or eat when you're not feeling well. will ask if you'd like some of his food or if he can make you anything. will also let you steal food off his plate. 

will support you and keep you motivated if you want to work out. he'll get on the treadmill next to you or go for a walk with you. anything you want to do he'll do it with you. shares his water bottle with you if yours is empty. will make smoothies, protein shakes, or trail mix with you. he'll encourage body positivity, but won't cross any boundaries or make you uncomfortable. 

Belphie

gives you space and understands if you don't want to take a nap with him or cuddle. will offer to let you borrow one of his blankets or pillows to sleep with instead.

will comfort you if you have nightmares or trouble sleeping. don't feel secure after a nightmare? he'll hold you close or act like a weighted blanket for you. 

lets you kick him in your sleep and he'll adapt to any of your sleeping positions. want to sleep like a starfish with one leg up on the wall? that's fine, he'll make room for you and find a different way to cuddle.

✄ ——————————————————————

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[creepyclothdoll]

Ant Problem

I really thought it was a dog. I swear. I swear I didn’t know.

How could I? Vi never told me anything. She just expected people to know.

Walking into Grandma Vi’s house was like walking into a halloween haunted maze made out of ant traps. Flypaper hung from the ceiling and walls like streamers. The floor was littered in dusty plastic traps, and empty and half-full boxes of borax and liquid ant killer were stacked along the walls. The smell of the place was strange and cloying. Soap and poison. 

I never liked being there. She made me uncomfortable, even as a kid, when her paranoia wasn’t her defining trait just yet. 

She was a neat freak back then. Her rules were foreign to me, but not as foreign as the genuine outrage she expressed when those rules were broken. I didn’t even know what a coaster was, why was I being snapped at for putting my water cup down? You’re not sleeping in the attic bed, why are you so pissed at me for leaving it un-made? Don’t get mad at me for not drying the entire shower after I’ve used it– I didn’t even know anybody did that.

Grandma Vi would never tell you what weird unusual protocols she expected you to follow, she’d just fly off the handle when you didn’t do it, and that’s how you’d find out that it was disrespectful to wear a hat indoors or not offer to wash the dishes as a guest. She’d turn up her sharp jaw and suck her thin teeth and scowl endlessly.

I could honestly say that I missed that version of her. 

Compared to this Grandma Vi, that one was a delight. 

This Grandma Vi collected dirty paper dishes in her room. She stacked them high. She sprayed them with bleach. She refused to let me wash them– the sink drains were all clogged in the house now, stuffed with paper towels and borax. 

“Ants could get in through there,” she explained. 

When I brought Grandma Vi her groceries, they had to undergo a period of “disinfecting,” in which they were double-bagged in black trash bags and sealed for two days. This, Vi reasoned, would suffocate any insects that might be passengers inside the lettuce or the cornflake boxes. 

No sugar, obviously. Ants loved sugar. 

I tried not to eat in front of Vi. The day I spent as her full-time caretaker, I unwrapped an egg sandwich in front of her and it sent her into a panic attack.

“You’re dropping crumbs all over the floor!” she screamed.

I wasn’t. And even if I was, it’s not like the floor could get any dirtier. Vi would not let me vacuum because I did it wrong. Vi didn’t vacuum either– she couldn’t. Just walking around the house left her fatigued. Her hair had always been long and thick, but it was so hard for her to care for now that she’d had it shaved near to the scalp. She’d struggle to lift anything heavier than a spoon. 

I reminded myself of that daily. Grandma Vi was a sick, dying old woman. She was in pain. She was used to independence and solitude. This was the worst she’d ever felt and the most disempowered she had ever been. 

And, importantly, my dad was paying me to do this. Because someone had to. 

So I tried not to hate her guts. And I ate my meals outside, on the picnic table in what used to be her garden, even in the winter. I refrained from cleaning without her permission. I never, ever, ever used the front door. 

The front door could let in ants.

The ant obsession– I never found out where that came from. My dad just shrugged it off as one more drop in a giant bucket of assorted mental illnesses. 

“She’s been getting worse ever since Grandpa Joe passed,” dad said to me over the phone while I called him, crying in my car one day. Vi’s husband had been gone since before I was born. If there was a tolerable version of her, I never met it. “Grandma Vi relied on him. When your mom was growing up, Vi was actually a very quiet, mellow person. She was never… nice. But she felt safe. She had security. She didn’t feel like she had to go on the attack all the time.”

I hated imagining my mom as a child in this horrible house. 

“Your Grandpa Joe was a nice person,” dad said. “Not like her at all. I believe that missing him is a big part of what made her crazy.”

I didn’t argue with him, but I didn’t think he was right. Because in Grandma Vi’s halloween haunted house of traps and poison, every single photo of Grandpa Joe– a tall, dark, handsome man with a very kind smile– had been turned backwards to face the wall. 

The first month I was there was quiet. Then the scratching started. 

It sounded like a raccoon climbing around on the roof and walls. Every time I thought it was done, it started up again. It was the deep of night, and I couldn’t sleep. I slipped out of the attic bed where Vi still expected me to sleep and climbed the ladder down to the main floor. There was a porch light outside. I hoped it would scare away any animals. 

But as I started unlocking the back door, a sharp, cold hand grabbed my arm. I jumped. Vi was there, her dark eyes wide, her wrinkled face pulled tightly into a mask of pure terror. 

“Don’t open the door,” she hissed.

“I’m just turning the light on,” I said. I unlatched the door.

Vi screamed, and I felt a sudden hot pain across my face. I put my fingers to my cheek and felt blood. Vi had scratched me. I swore, and she re-latched the door. I ran to the bathroom to wash my new cuts out in the clogged sink. 

When I found Vi again, she was in bed. She wasn’t sleeping, though. And she definitely wasn’t sorry. 

“If you attack me again, I’m leaving,” I said to her. 

“You oughtta be grateful,” Vi said. “You don’t even know what you almost did, stupid.”

I refrained from calling her the names I was thinking of calling her in my head. I swallowed those teeth and asked,

“What did I almost do?”

Vi laughed. 

“You were just gonna let in those ants.”

In Vi’s house, I was never to leave the house at night. I was never to open the back door at night. I was never to open the front door at all. I was never, under any circumstances, to let anyone else inside the house. 

The scratching would come every few nights. Once it started, Vi finally started asking me to fix things around the house. She didn’t let me clean, but she did make me go up on the roof and look for holes. Nests. Anywhere ants could be living or trying to get in. And for once, to her credit, I did find some damage. It looked like termites, maybe. I sprayed bug killer and sealed up the chewed spots.

One day, Vi screamed at the top of her lungs in the middle of the night. I ran into her room to find her frantically springing from her bed. She collapsed into a dresser and knocked over the stack of paper plates she kept there, sanitized with bleach. She was staring at the window with pure horror. I didn’t see anything out there. She wouldn’t tell me what she saw. She only wept and shook and cried Joe’s name over and over. The next day she had me cover that window with cardboard and plastic and seal it. And then I had to re-seal it, because she saw a microscopic space that no one else would notice. Big enough for a potential ant to get in.

“You never met your Grandpa Joe,” Vi said to me out of the blue one day. Her room was lightless and stuffy, and she had spent her recent days sitting in bed and doing nothing but listen to audiobooks on an old cd player. “You never saw him.”

“I heard he was nice,” I said. 

“He’s dead,” she said. “He’s never coming back.”

“My dad says he’s with us in spirit,” I said. “He says he can feel him sometimes, loving us.”

“Listen, you moronic little girl. He’s dead. He’s not with us. So if you ever see him around, you better tell me. And you better keep the doors locked.”

I was taken aback.

“Have you seen him?” I asked.

“No. But the ants have. They’ve seen him and they know what he looks like. And I’ve seen the ants.”

Vi would deteriorate a little bit at a time, and then a lot at once. When I started, I wondered if we’d develop some sort of closeness over time. That was a very silly idea. The more Vi needed me, the less she could stand me. She would snip at me and scream at me. The first time she needed my help in the bathroom, I was punished for helping her with a long string of insults and criticism which, at this point, I had learned to tune out. 

I brought her a bowl of corn flakes in a paper plate in bed. She commanded me to spray her stacks of paper plates with bleach while she ate. 

“I don’t think that’s safe,” I said. She shot me a dagger glare.

“You want ants in here?” she said. 

“I just think this is an unventilated room and it’s not safe to spray bleach all over everything.”

Vi responded to this by throwing her bowl of corn flakes at me. Cereal splashed all over the floor. Milk soaked into my sweater and my hair.

“That’s it,” I said. 

I took my wet sweater off. I changed pants. I took the vacuum cleaner out of its dusty closet. 

Vi screamed and screamed at me as I cleaned up the mess. I took all of the paper plates and put them in garbage bags. I took down the flypaper. I threw the empty borax boxes in the dumpster. 

Vi couldn’t do anything but sob while I took over the house. When I got thirsty, I set my cup down on the table without a coaster. 

I was worried the neighbors were going to call the cops with all the yelling and crying going on, but no one did. Once, I looked out the window and saw a dark man in dark clothes standing on the sidewalk across from the house. I couldn’t see his eyes under his cap, but I thought he was looking at me. There was something familiar and disturbing about him which I couldn’t place. And then he was just gone. I looked away for a second and he had disappeared.

The sun went down. I came into Vi’s room with her dinner and her pills.

“You hate me,” she glared. “You really, really hate me. I must deserve it.”

“Vi, I cleaned your house.”

“You’re gonna let in those ants.”

“If ants get in, we’ll just stomp them. Listen, I’m not gonna live here and help you if I can’t live in this house.”

“Then you better let me die.” She scowled at me. I rolled my eyes. 

There was a scratching sound at the front door. Vi jumped and pulled the blanket up like a child afraid of the dark.

I stood up to go see the source of the noise.

“Get back here!” Vi shouted. “I’m just seeing what it is,” I said.

“You stupid bitch! Get back here!” Vi screamed louder as I walked up the hall to the front door. The scratches sounded heavy, huge. Not like a raccoon at all, but something bigger. For a second, I had a sudden, irrational thought– it was that man I saw before. It was that tall man with the cap. And when I opened the door, I thought, I would see him standing there, his uncannily and unplaceably familiar face grinning at me. And his teeth would be black, and his eyes dark and gleaming. I got scared. My fingers stopped on the latch. 

I flipped on the front porch light.

I peeked through the hole.

Of course there was no man. It was a dog.

A big black lab. He had a collar around his neck. He scratched the door again, tail wagging.

I hadn’t seen this dog around the neighborhood before, but to be fair, I hadn’t been able to get out very much in the past few months. It could very well be a neighbor dog. He was big, but he looked skinny. His dark coat shined slick in the porch light. 

I unlocked the front door. The dog looked at me through the screen, its glittering dark eyes docile. 

“Hi,” I said to the dog. The dog wagged its tail slowly. “Are you lost?”

The dog didn’t whine or bark, but only pawed at the door again.

Vi would never, in a million billion years, let me help this dog. But Vi wasn’t in charge anymore. So I opened the door.

I only meant to step outside and check his collar. But the moment the door was open, the big black dog strode into the house. 

Not a labrador, I realized. Maybe some kind of great pyrenees mix. It was big. Huge, even. It crossed the threshold and I swore it seemed to grow.

Not a pyrenees. A dane.

As the dog brushed past me, I reached my hand down to pet his dark coat.

My fingers passed through something grainy, crunchy, and moving. Something which slithered in rivers around my fingers, millions of tiny legs–chitinous, feathery, pinching.

Not a dane.

Not a dog.

The creature didn’t move right as it lurched down the hall. The legs bent wrong. The body writhed. It moved quickly, with purpose. 

I was too shocked to move. The dog-thing swelled up into an enormous, amorphous mass, and flooded into Grandma Vi’s bedroom, where she was already screaming.

I ran to her. I did hate her, but I ran to her. Maybe I meant to help her. Maybe I just wanted to see.

Either way, by the time I got there, there was nearly nothing left of Grandma Vi but a thrashing corpse. 

I couldn’t tell when the wild flailing stopped being her death throes and started being purely the erratic undulations and tossings and turnings of millions of tiny black ants, moving her bones. 

They crawled all over the floor. They crawled all over the ceiling. They crawled over my arms and legs. Not biting, just moving over me on their way to and from her.

I turned and fled the house.

The ants didn’t follow me. They were far too engrossed in dismantling their quarry.

I really didn’t know. How could I? Vi never told me.

She expected me to just know. 

[shubblelive]

— BLOWN IT

summary : so desperate to make wilbur’s first night at your apartment perfect, you take any hiccups as a sign of failure. too bad wilbur’s more than content just the way things are.

genre : fluff (angst if you squint really hard like, it's BARELY there i promise)

warnings : reader is described to be physically smaller than wilbur, reader has a tiny anxiety moment but they're okay

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x gn!reader

pronouns : they/them

featuring : cc!wilbur soot

requested : @mysticalsoot domestic sweet fic about all the first small moments reader

word count : 911

note : connor my love!! i couldn’t fit everything you asked into one fic in a way that i liked, but i hope you like this!! my wifi was down for maintenance so this took me a second because i’d rather die than write on my phone but i hope the wait is alright <333 mwah (also if you haven’t you need to go check out connor @mysticalsoot his boarding school au is so wonderful and he’s so lovely)

your bathroom lightbulb blew last week. you hadn't had the chance to replace it, and the second you left the bathroom it would disappear from your mind. you'd swear under your breath at night when you'd go in there to brush your teeth and wash your face, but other than that it never crossed your mind.

your house had been extensively cleaned, from the welcome mat being shaken out over your balcony (with a yelled apology to peter, the elderly man who lived below you), to the sections in between your couch cusions being vacuumed, and still you didn't remember the damn light globe until wilbur called out to you. "darling? your bulb's blown."

damn. you kept forgetting about it and now all that effort of making sure everything was perfect for the first time your boyfriend stayed over was out the window and onto peter's balcony along with month's worth of dust from your welcome mat.

"want me to run out and grab a new one?" you were sitting at the kitchen counter, working on your laptop, with wilbur ducking out of the bathroom to place a kiss on your head.

"no, no. you're alright, i'll go. you hang here and you can have your shower in just a sec." you stood up, wilbur's hand on your shoulder. you went to press your lips to his jaw as a quick goodbe, but his eyebrows furrowed.

"woah, woah, woah," he placed his other hand on your other shoulder. "why're you in such a rush? do i smell that bad?" he chuckled self-depricatingly, using his thumb to stroke the skin over your top.

you giggled, looking up at him. he had a stray curl hanging over his forehead, glasses perched on the top of his hair in anticipation for the shower he was about to take. "maybe just a little."

wilbur gasped, mock offended. "wow, i was going to ask my lovely partner if they'd come with me to buy a lightbulb for their bathroom and they made fun of me." he moved his hand to your side, trying to poke you.

"okay, i'm sorry!" you laughed. "will you come with me to the store?"

you watched as he pretended to consider your offer. your heart swelled up watching his over-dramatised thinking; index finger scratching on his chin, humming and ha-ing. "i guess i'll come with you, because i love you so very very much." a kiss was pressed to your nose before you even registered, wilbur grabbing your hand gently.

he, very graciously, let you drive to the shops, his hand wrapped around yours the entire time. it was nearing closing time, so the store was mostly empty. he’d typed out a little list on his phone on the way there, noting that you were running out of eggs, which were a key ingredient in the breakfast he was planning on making you as a thank you.

he dragged you around the store, his hand wrapped securely around yours. the low flickering light wasn’t doing you any favours you were certain, but it showed every hollow of wilbur’s face, completely enthralling you and stopping you from notice that wilbur had payed for your groceries and had now reached your car.

“you okay, lovely?” he asked, worried at your quietness. you nodded, sure of yourself, and his face softened. “what’s goin’ on?”

you took a somewhat shaky breath in before speaking. “i just wanted everything tonight to go smoothly. i wanted you to have as nice of a time at my house as i did at yours, i guess? it’s dumb.”

wilbur’s eyebrows shot up towards his abyss of curly hair hanging over his forehead. “that’s it?” you worried for a second that he had confirmed your anxieties. it was dumb. but you looked up at the man above you, his thumbs ghosting over both of your knuckles, small smile on his face pouring affection. “oh, lovely. i’ve been having the best time,” he said it so sincerely that you had no choice but to believe every word he said.

“i know it wasn’t what you expected we’d do,” you answered honestly. “still, i’m sorry.”

wilbur laughed. “i expected that i’d get to spend time with you. what are we doing right now?” he didn’t give you the chance to reply, instead speaking up again. “there’s only one thing i’d want do to,” his smile was so soft and earnest that you expected the kiss he went to plant on your lips. you were sorely mistaken, unfortunately, as he disconnected your hands and turned towards the shopping trolley. the two of you were almost alone in the carpark, which gave wilbur a lot of room to give the trolley a running start before jumping, lifting his feet off the ground and using the momentum to glide roughly across the gravel. he did that a few more times until he reached the trolley bay, you laughing in bemusement by the boot of your car. “all done!”

you gave him an exaggerated thumbs up, unable to stop the beaming smile on your face at the sight of him, and he started sprinting at full speed across the carpark towards you. he didn’t seem to have any intention of slowing down as he neared the car, but you refused to move, wanting him to chicken out.

he got right up in your face before he managed to stop himself, and then you got your kiss.

[nostalgicamerica]

True story:

Shortly after my folks moved to Northen Michigan I fell in love with fishing.  It is a love affair that still haunts me today as an old man.

Not far from the house we called home, there was a small pond.  If it was more than fifty yards wide I’d be shocked, and maybe it was twice as long.  One end of the green jewel was so overgrown with bull rushes and lily pads it was unfishable.  

On the other side was a dilapidated dock that someone had constructed years before.  It was falling apart and riddled with broken or missing boards, rusty nails, and it was perfect for 8 or 9 year old anglers.

A coffee can full of worms, a couple of rods outfitted with Zebco reels (which were like as not filled with 20 pound test line), and all the misplaced enthusiasm in the world were all we needed.

I can assure you the Pumpkin Seeds and Blue Gills and Sunfish we caught were not of any appreciable size - maybe the size of my palm which was considerably smaller than it is now.  It didn’t matter.  

There was joy in watching that bobber do a little dance before disappearing under the algae-covered surface.  There was joy in reeling in the line and just knowing the catch was going to be a record.  There was joy as boys learned to become men.

Who knows how many fish we caught.  The Good Lord knows I don’t, but by the time we headed home we had probably 75 - 100 fish in a five gallon bucket.

Don’t ask why we kept them, or what we were going to do with them.  I have no idea what our intent was now, and I sure didn’t then.  They were too small to eat and we didn’t know how to clean them.  I don’t recall being overly fond of eating fish anyway.

I do recall hearing Dad laughing through the window from the kitchen after he told us we’d have to clean them without his help.

What we did was fill a plastic wading pool with a hose and dump the impromptu school of fish into the heavily chlorinated water and then admired the flashing green and blue and red swarm splash around until dinner time.

I like to think we were just protecting them from possible predators - cats, maybe, or neighborhood kids, but who knows.  When Mom called us in to wash up for dinner, we slid the pool into the garage behind Mom’s car, and pulled down the door, confident our slowly dying fish were safe.

I don��t know if all 8 and 9 year-olds are brain dead, but my brother and I were.

The following morning dear old Mom and Dad piled us all into the camper and rolled out for a trip to some part of the American West.  Two weeks of seeing new things, eating bad food and puking, getting car sick and puking, and sleeping in sleeping bags and puking.  And sometimes, just puking for the sake of puking.

I don’t recall thinking even once of our pool full of fish the entire two weeks we were gone.

When the camper pulled into the driveway at home and the dirty, sweaty, stinking mess of us poured out of the tenement on wheels, Dad opened the garage door and darn near fell over from the nastiest stench I have ever smelled before or since.  It was so strong I could almost taste it.

After collecting himself, Dad made my brother and I look at the stew we had created.  The blues and greens and reds were no longer.  A thick, black and brown congealed soup filled the wading pool.  I like to think I imagined the occasional glazed eyeball staring blankly up at the rafters.  

I puked.

He made us drag the pool out of the garage and dump the mess in the field behind the house and clean the plastic shell with the hose.  No amount of hosing was going to salvage that pool and, to my knowledge, it was never again used to cool off toddlers or anything else for that matter.

Mom had been pretty stoic about the whole episode until she went to use her car.  The garage and everything in it smelled like the fetid bowels of hell.

My brother and I spent days cleaning and scrubbing the inside of her car.  Scouring and sprinkling baking soda and vacuuming and letting it air out helped a little, but I promise you I could still smell that horrid blackness two months later when Mom made Dad take it down and trade it in for something else.

-

I have fished some fantastic waters since that summer, and have caught some magnificent fish, most of which I return to the water.  

And yes, I still feel that same joy I felt as a boy watching my bobber.  

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The Hidden Benefits of Choosing Car Detailing Near Me for Your Vehicle

When you think about keeping your car in top shape, you might immediately think about routine maintenance like oil changes, tire rotations, and brake checks. But what about the visual and aesthetic appeal of your vehicle? One often overlooked aspect of car care is the importance of car detailing. In recent years, the demand for car detailing near me has grown, with more car owners realizing the true value of professional detailing services. If you're in Sonipat or the surrounding area, services like Detailing Rider Sonipat have revolutionized the way we approach vehicle care.

While car detailing may seem like a luxury, it’s actually an essential service that offers a range of benefits you may not even be aware of. From maintaining your car’s resale value to improving your driving experience, let's dive into some of the hidden benefits of choosing car detailing near me for your vehicle.

1. Enhanced Longevity of Your Car’s Exterior

One of the most significant, yet underrated benefits of car detailing is its role in preserving the longevity of your vehicle’s exterior. Regular detailing at a car detailing near me service, such as Detailing Rider Sonipat, ensures that your car's paintwork stays in excellent condition. Over time, contaminants like bird droppings, tree sap, road salt, and pollution can damage the car’s paint, leading to corrosion and rust. A professional detailer will carefully wash and decontaminate your vehicle, removing these elements before they cause lasting damage.

Additionally, waxing and polishing your vehicle not only adds shine but also creates a protective layer that helps defend against scratches and fading caused by UV rays. When you choose Detailing Rider Sonipat for car detailing, you ensure your car remains protected and looking new for years to come.

2. Increased Resale Value

If you plan to sell or trade in your car in the future, maintaining its condition is paramount. A well-maintained car, both inside and out, can fetch a much higher resale price. Car detailing near me services, like those offered by Detailing Rider Sonipat, can help boost your vehicle's resale value significantly.

Exterior detailing, which includes washing, polishing, and waxing, can remove any visible imperfections, giving your car a showroom finish. Interior detailing, including deep cleaning of the upholstery, carpets, and dashboard, ensures that your vehicle looks as clean and fresh as the day you bought it. A clean, well-maintained car not only attracts potential buyers but also makes a lasting impression, potentially increasing its resale value by hundreds or even thousands of rupees.

3. Healthier Interior Environment

We often spend a lot of time inside our cars, whether it’s commuting to work, running errands, or embarking on long road trips. However, car interiors can quickly accumulate dirt, dust, bacteria, and allergens. Regular cleaning and detailing of the interior can help eliminate these health hazards and make your driving experience more comfortable.

A professional car detailing near me service, like Detailing Rider Sonipat, goes beyond a simple vacuuming job. It includes deep cleaning and sanitizing of your vehicle’s seats, carpets, upholstery, and vents, eliminating harmful bacteria and allergens that may have built up over time. By cleaning your car thoroughly, you create a healthier environment, reducing the chances of respiratory issues and allergies caused by accumulated dust and grime.

4. Improved Driving Experience

A clean and well-maintained car offers more than just aesthetic benefits; it also enhances your driving experience. When your car is detailed, you’ll notice an immediate difference in how it feels on the road. For instance, you may experience improved visibility if your headlights and windows are cleaned and polished, providing a clearer view while driving.

Moreover, when the interior is meticulously cleaned, it creates a more pleasant environment, making long drives or daily commutes more enjoyable. The fresh smell of a newly detailed car, coupled with the spotless interior, can make a significant difference in your overall driving comfort.

5. Preserving the Interior

While it’s easy to focus on the exterior of your vehicle, the interior is just as important. Spills, stains, and dirt can damage your upholstery and cause it to deteriorate over time. Car detailing services, such as those offered by Detailing Rider Sonipat, involve a thorough deep cleaning of your car's interior, including the seats, carpets, and dashboard. Not only does this keep your car looking pristine, but it also helps preserve the integrity of your interior.

If you frequently transport kids, pets, or groceries, you know how quickly stains can accumulate. Detailing services use specialized tools and products to remove stubborn stains and odors, extending the life of your upholstery and ensuring that your car’s interior remains fresh and inviting for years.

6. Protecting Your Investment

Purchasing a car is a significant financial investment, and protecting that investment should be a top priority. Regular detailing helps maintain the vehicle's condition, preventing costly repairs down the road. Detailing Rider Sonipat offers various detailing packages that address specific needs, whether it's protecting the paint, treating leather, or restoring headlights.

Ceramic coatings, for example, offer long-term protection against the elements, providing a hydrophobic layer that repels water, dirt, and debris. This level of protection helps keep your car looking brand new, reducing the frequency of repairs and protecting your investment.

7. Convenience of Local Services

Choosing car detailing near me brings convenience into the equation. Instead of taking time out of your busy day to drive across town to a detailing center, you can simply opt for a local service like Detailing Rider Sonipat. With mobile detailing services becoming increasingly popular, many companies, including Detailing Rider Sonipat, will come to your location, saving you valuable time and effort.

Whether you're at home or work, you can have your vehicle detailed while you go about your day. This level of convenience means you don’t have to sacrifice your schedule or your car’s upkeep. Plus, with the help of local experts like Detailing Rider Sonipat, you can rely on a personalized service that truly understands the needs of your vehicle.

8. Eco-Friendly Solutions

Car detailing services today are becoming more environmentally conscious. By choosing car detailing near me services, you contribute to eco-friendly practices. Local detailers like Detailing Rider Sonipat often use biodegradable and non-toxic cleaning products, reducing the environmental impact compared to traditional car washes that use harsh chemicals.

Furthermore, many mobile detailing services minimize water waste by using specialized techniques to clean your car with minimal water, which helps conserve this precious resource. When you choose a local, eco-friendly detailing service, you're doing your part to protect the environment while keeping your car in top condition.

Conclusion

The benefits of choosing car detailing near me, such as Detailing Rider Sonipat, go far beyond just maintaining your car’s appearance. From enhancing the longevity of your vehicle’s exterior to providing a healthier and more comfortable driving experience, the advantages are numerous. Whether you're looking to improve the resale value of your car, protect your investment, or simply enjoy a cleaner, fresher environment inside your vehicle, professional car detailing is an investment that pays off in the long run.

So, next time you're considering car care, don’t just settle for a quick wash – opt for a comprehensive detailing service that offers both immediate and long-term benefits. Your car deserves it!

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Mistakes to Avoid in Car Detailing.

Car detailing is a fastidious cycle that requires persistence and mind to accomplish top-notch results. It likewise includes dealing with synthetics that could be unsafe on the off chance that not took care of appropriately.

Detailers ought to continuously wear gloves and defensive eye gear while working with these synthetics. They ought to likewise peruse the security information sheets before utilizing them.

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Skipping the Pre-Wash Stage.

A normal car detailing routine can expand the life and presence of your car. It likewise can keep the requirement for exorbitant fixes from coincidental harm caused during cleaning or detailing. Yet, very much like whatever other undertaking, this one can inflict damage if you don't have any idea what you're doing or utilize some unacceptable items.

Fortunately, the present top-notch items guarantee that your careful endeavors don't go squandered. Everything necessary is persistence and care. You'll be compensated with a great sparkle and an immaculate inside.

Applying Wax Directly on the Surface.

Utilizing the right items is critical to keeping your car putting its best self forward. Car washing and detailing items are explicitly intended to chip away at explicit kinds of cars and surfaces, so it's critical to adhere to the guidelines and utilize recommended instruments to try not to harm your car.

While applying wax, make certain to spread it sparingly and equally. If you apply it too thickly, it very well may be challenging to eliminate once it dries to a dimness. Likewise, make sure to apply the wax on a perfect and dry surface.

Using Clay Bar Too Often.

Earth bars are utilized to lift implanted pollutants like tree sap, modern aftermath, and different particles that can cause an unpleasant surface on the unmistakable coat. Nonetheless, whenever utilized time after time, it can harm the paint by making miniature scratches.

To keep away from this, detailers utilize an earth bar oil to keep the bar from adhering to the paint. This grease likewise assists with eliminating any foreign substances the dirt bar might have proactively lifted from the outer layer of the paint.

To check if your paint is polluted, snatch a little plastic pack and run your hand across the outer layer of your car's paint. Assuming it feels unpleasant, it's an opportunity to earth bar the car.

Not Utilizing the Right Products.

Car detailing isn't just about doing right by your car; it's likewise about shielding it from harm and drawing out its life expectancy. Nonetheless, it's not difficult to commit errors while utilizing cleaning and detailing items.

One mix-up that numerous detailers make is washing a car in direct daylight. The intensity of the sun can create a wide range of issues for your car's paint and finish. For example, it can dry the cleaning items excessively fast, causing water spots. To keep away from this issue, consistently work in the shade. What's more, use cleaning items that are intended for cars.

Using the Wrong Brushes.

Numerous car devotees will concur that customary detailing can assist with safeguarding a car's appearance and broaden its life expectancy. In any case, not all detailing strategies are made equivalent. Mistaken techniques can prompt paint scratches, harm to upholstery, and water spots.

Perhaps the most well-known botch car detailers make is utilizing some unacceptable brushes. It's pivotal to involve various brushes for each phase of the cleaning system. For instance, red and yellow brushes are best for cleaning floor coverings, while white ones are ideally suited for upholstery. Likewise, never reuse a brush after it's been utilized on a messy piece of the car.

Using the wrong Wax.

Car Detailing is something beyond making your car look perfect. It's additionally about shielding your car from harm, dragging out its life expectancy, and keeping up with its worth. Tragically, various mix-ups can be made during the detailing system, and a significant number of them can harm your car's paint or inside.

To keep away from these normal slip-ups, it's critical to utilize the right items and follow the legitimate methods.

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Premium Auto Detailing and Ceramic Coating Services in Calgary

Introduction

When it comes to preserving your vehicle's appearance and longevity, choosing professional auto detailing and protection services is essential. At Lux Detail | Calgary Ceramic Coating | Paint Protection Film, we specialize in high-quality auto care solutions, ensuring that your vehicle remains in pristine condition for years to come. Our services include Calgary Ceramic Coating, Paint Protection Film Calgary, and comprehensive Auto Detailing Calgary, designed to enhance and safeguard your car's aesthetic appeal and structural integrity.

Comprehensive Auto Detailing Services in Calgary

Regular maintenance and detailing keep your vehicle looking brand new while also protecting it from environmental damage. Our Auto Detailing Calgary services cater to all types of vehicles, offering:

Exterior Wash & Wax: Our professional-grade cleaning techniques remove dirt, grime, and contaminants, followed by a premium wax application for a brilliant shine.

Interior Deep Cleaning: We provide thorough vacuuming, stain removal, and conditioning to ensure a spotless and fresh cabin.

Engine Bay Detailing: Keep your engine compartment clean and free from dirt and oil buildup, enhancing performance and longevity.

Headlight Restoration: Restore clarity to your headlights, improving visibility and safety.

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Calgary Ceramic Coating: Unmatched Protection for Your Vehicle

If you're looking for long-term paint protection, Ceramic Coating Calgary is the ultimate solution. Our ceramic coatings form a durable, hydrophobic layer that shields your car from environmental contaminants, UV rays, and scratches.

Benefits of Ceramic Coating:

Superior Gloss & Shine: Enhance your car’s appearance with a deep, mirror-like finish.

Hydrophobic Properties: Water and dirt slide off easily, reducing maintenance efforts.

UV & Oxidation Protection: Prevents fading and oxidation caused by prolonged sun exposure.

Chemical Resistance: Guards against harsh chemicals, bird droppings, and road salts.

Scratch Resistance: Provides a strong layer of defense against minor scratches and swirl marks.

Our Calgary Ceramic Coating packages are customized to suit different vehicles and protection needs, ensuring lasting beauty and defense against the elements.

Paint Protection Film (PPF) Calgary: Ultimate Defense for Your Car’s Surface

For those looking to shield their vehicle from physical damage, our Paint Protection Film Calgary service is a must-have. PPF, often known as Calgary 3M, is a virtually invisible film applied to your car’s exterior, protecting it from stone chips, road debris, and scratches.

Key Features of Paint Protection Film:

Self-Healing Technology: Minor scratches and swirl marks disappear with heat exposure.

Maximum Impact Resistance: Protects against rock chips, road debris, and minor abrasions.

UV Resistance: Prevents yellowing and discoloration over time.

Seamless Application: Professionally installed for a flawless, nearly invisible finish.

Long-Lasting Protection: Extends the life of your car’s paintwork, maintaining its factory finish.

With our Paint Protection Film Calgary service, you can drive with confidence knowing your vehicle is protected from the elements.

Why Choose Lux Detail for Your Vehicle Protection Needs?

At Lux Detail, we are passionate about automotive care. Our expertise in Auto Detailing Calgary, Ceramic Coating Calgary, and Paint Protection Film Calgary ensures that we deliver industry-leading solutions with unmatched attention to detail.

What Sets Us Apart?

Experienced Technicians: Our team comprises skilled professionals with extensive training and knowledge in vehicle protection.

High-Quality Products: We use only premium-grade ceramic coatings, paint protection films, and detailing products for superior results.

Customer-Centric Approach: Your satisfaction is our priority, and we tailor our services to meet your specific needs.

State-of-the-Art Facility: Our fully equipped detailing studio provides the perfect environment for precise application and finishing.

Competitive Pricing: We offer high-quality services at fair and transparent pricing, ensuring value for your investment.

The Importance of Regular Vehicle Maintenance

Maintaining your vehicle is more than just a matter of aesthetics—it directly impacts its resale value and longevity. Whether you opt for Auto Detailing Calgary to keep your car spotless or invest in Ceramic Coating Calgary and Paint Protection Film Calgary for enhanced protection, regular upkeep ensures optimal performance and visual appeal.

Tips for Maintaining Your Car’s Appearance:

Wash Your Car Regularly: Prevent dirt buildup and contaminants from affecting the paint.

Use High-Quality Cleaning Products: Avoid harsh chemicals that may damage the finish.

Apply Ceramic Coating for Long-Term Protection: Reduces maintenance needs while enhancing shine.

Invest in Paint Protection Film: Essential for safeguarding against chips and scratches.

Schedule Professional Detailing Services: Keeps both the interior and exterior in top condition.

Contact Us Today for Exceptional Auto Care

Whether you're searching for Auto Detailing Near Me or looking for expert services in Ceramic Coating Calgary and Paint Protection Film Calgary, Lux Detail is your go-to destination. We take pride in providing top-quality vehicle protection services, helping your car maintain its showroom finish for years.

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Finding the Best Car Wash near me: A Comprehensive Guide

Keeping your vehicle clean is essential not only for aesthetic reasons but also for maintaining its value and performance. Regular car washing can protect your car’s exterior from harmful elements like dirt, grime, and road salt, which can cause rust and paint damage. If you're searching for a reliable car wash near me, this guide will help you navigate your options, understand different types of car washes, and discover what to look for in a quality service.

Understanding Different Types of Car Washes

When it comes to car washes, you have several options to choose from, each with its own benefits and drawbacks:

Automatic Car Washes: These are often found at gas stations or standalone locations. Automatic car washes use machines to clean your vehicle, usually offering different wash packages ranging from basic rinses to complete detailing. They are convenient and typically quick, but some car enthusiasts warn that the brushes can sometimes scratch the paint, especially if they’re not well-maintained.

Self-Service Car Washes: These facilities provide the tools and equipment necessary for you to wash your car yourself. They typically have pressure washers, brushes, and cleaning solutions available. This option allows for a more personalized cleaning experience, and you can focus on areas that need extra attention. However, it does require your time and effort.

Full-Service Car Washes: If you're looking for a comprehensive cleaning, full-service car washes offer both exterior and interior cleaning. After a wash, attendants will often clean the inside of your vehicle, vacuum the carpets, and wipe down surfaces. This option is more expensive but saves you the hassle of doing it yourself.

Mobile Car Wash Services: These services come to your location, whether at home or work. With a mobile car wash, you can get your car cleaned while you attend to other tasks. This service is becoming increasingly popular due to its convenience, but prices may vary significantly based on the distance traveled and the services offered.

Key Factors to Consider When Choosing a Car Wash

When searching for a car wash near you, it’s essential to consider several factors to ensure you select the right one:

Location

The proximity of the car wash to your home or workplace is crucial. A conveniently located car wash can save you time, especially if you plan to make regular visits. Look for options that fit into your routine, making it easy to stop by without altering your schedule significantly.

Services Offered

Not all car washes offer the same services. Some might focus only on exterior washes, while others provide comprehensive detailing. If you require specific services, such as waxing, tire cleaning, or interior detailing, make sure the car wash you choose can accommodate your needs.

Reviews and Recommendations

Researching reviews and seeking recommendations from friends or family can provide valuable insight into the quality of a car wash. Look for customer feedback on cleanliness, service quality, and overall satisfaction. Websites like Yelp, Google Reviews, and local forums can help you gauge the reputation of different car washes in your area.

Pricing

Prices for car wash services can vary widely. While you may be tempted to choose the cheapest option, remember that quality often comes at a price. Look for a balance between affordability and quality service. Some car washes also offer membership programs or loyalty discounts, which can save you money over time.

Environmental Considerations

Consider choosing a car wash that prioritizes eco-friendly practices. Many modern car washes use water recycling systems and biodegradable cleaning products to reduce their environmental impact. This not only benefits the planet but can also ensure that your car is cleaned with less harmful chemicals.

Conclusion

Finding the best car wash near you doesn’t have to be a daunting task. By understanding the different types of car washes available and considering factors like location, services offered, reviews, pricing, and environmental practices, you can make an informed choice. Regularly washing your car not only enhances its appearance but also protects it from the elements, ensuring that you enjoy your vehicle for years to come. So, take the time to research and find a car wash that meets your needs and provides the quality service your car deserves!

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Car Detailing Near Me: Experience the Best with Ecopal Mobile Detail in Lewisville, TX

If you're searching for "car detailing near me," you want a service that provides convenience, quality, and exceptional care for your vehicle. Look no further than Ecopal Mobile Detail, the premier choice for car detailing Lewisville, TX. Our team is committed to delivering top-notch detailing services right at your doorstep, ensuring your car looks brand new without the hassle of traveling to a shop.

Why Choose Ecopal Mobile Detail?

1. Convenience at Your Doorstep

Ecopal Mobile Detail brings professional car detailing in Lewisville, TX directly to you. Whether you’re at home, work, or even at the gym, our mobile service ensures that you don’t have to disrupt your schedule. Just book an appointment, and we’ll handle the rest!

2. Eco-Friendly Cleaning Solutions

We take pride in using environmentally friendly products that are safe for your vehicle and the planet. Our water-efficient cleaning methods help conserve water while still achieving outstanding results. Choosing Ecopal Mobile Detail means supporting sustainability without compromising on quality.

3. Comprehensive Car Detailing Services

From a basic exterior wash to a full interior and exterior detail, we offer a wide range of services tailored to your car’s needs. Our packages include:

Exterior hand wash and wax

Interior deep cleaning and vacuuming

Paint correction and polishing

Leather and upholstery treatment

Engine bay cleaning

No matter the level of care your car requires, our experienced team ensures perfection in every detail.

4. Affordable Pricing and Quality Service

We believe in providing high-quality car detailing in Lewisville, TX, at competitive prices. Our transparent pricing ensures you get the best value for your money, with no hidden fees or unexpected costs.

5. Customer Satisfaction Guaranteed

At Ecopal Mobile Detail, customer satisfaction is our top priority. We take the time to understand your specific needs and tailor our services accordingly. With our commitment to excellence, we guarantee that your car will shine like new after every detailing session.

Book Your Car Detailing Appointment Today!

Finding reliable car detailing near me has never been easier. With Ecopal Mobile Detail, you get the convenience of mobile detailing, eco-friendly products, and a team of experts who treat your car with the care it deserves. Don’t let dirt, grime, or stains diminish your vehicle’s beauty—book an appointment today and experience the best car detailing in Lewisville, TX!

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